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Hi reader! I am here with a bunch of one-shots for all! This will also include, imagines, one-shots, multiple chaptered stories, and more!

My posting schedule is very infrequent and I am currently having a major writer's block. I am trying to work through it but it might be a while before I post again. Most of these will be female readers as being a female. I might be able to write some for male readers but this will be mostly female readers. These will also mostly be F/M and some F/F with a little M/M. If it is requested, I will write gender-neutral readers as well. I am NOT against LGBT+ and I respect the community greatly but have no experience writing M/M and feel awkward writing it. I might add some along the way if it is requested or I feel more comfortable writing it but I apologise in advance if it turns out bad. Another thing to mention is when I write actors, I know that these are real people with real feelings and I do not know them personally. I do not know how they would respond to certain things and how they would act on many things. The first few chapters are the oldest, the later ones being newer. The older chapters aren’t my best work but it does improve.

I DO NOT OWN ANY MARVEL CHARACTERS OR YOU. THEY BELONG TO MARVEL/DISNEY/SONY AND YOU BELONG TO YOURSELF.

Characters

Tony Stark/Iron Man/Robert Downey Jr
Steve Rogers/Captain America/Chris Evans
Thor Odinson/Chris Hemsworth
Clint Barton/Hawkeye/Jeremy Renner
Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow/Scarlett Johansson
Bruce Banner/Hulk/Mark Ruffalo
Loki Laufeyson/Tom Hiddleston
Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange/Benedict Cumberbatch
Peter Parker/Spider-Man/Tom Holland
James 'Bucky' Barnes/Winter Soldier/Sebastian Stan
Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch/Elizabeth Olsen
Peter Quill/Star-Lord/Chris Pratt
Scott Lang/Ant-Man/Paul Rudd
Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel/Brie Larson
Quentin Beck/Mysterio/Jake Gyllenhaal

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 370

Warnings: Three curse words, implied not so nice gesture, mention of homicide

Timeline: An AU where Loki is with the Avengers after the Battle of New York and events of The Avengers (2012)

As you thought of your secret and unrequited crush, you walked into the kitchen where almost everyone was seated.
"Morning," you say, walking over to the coffee maker.
"Good morning," Tony replied, focused on his coffee and his Iron Man gauntlet. Pepper must've kicked Tony out of the lab.
"Good morning Miss Y/N!" Peter waved.
"Good morning Y/N/N," Clint waved as he looked up from talking to Nat. Echoing her partner in crime, Nat nodded to you. Looking up from his beloved pop-tarts, Thor complained, "Why must your greetings be so dull?"
"MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!" Loki yelled from his seat. Wincing from Loki's rather loud greeting, you took a sip from your finished coffee.
"Seriously Reindeer Games? It's too early for that shit," Tony glared at Loki. Shrugging, a smug smile found its way onto Loki's face.
"Hey, I have a question. What's the best way to a man's heart?" you randomly asked after an awkward silence fell upon them.
"Ooo. Who's the lucky guy? Me perhaps? Because if so, then I'd say with you pinning me down to a bed-" You cut off Tony as he suggestively raised his eyebrows, the signature Stark smirk on his face.
"Ew gross Stark. You disgust me," you joked, still thinking about Loki.
"Maybe food? If it were me, food would be nice," Steve suggested with a small smile on his face.
"A knife." The room fell silent as Loki suggested a knife. You blinked and thought of Loki and stabbing him.
"Stabbed through his heart and a slow and painful death," Loki smirked as he tried to mask his jealousy of this mortal who caught your affections. The room just looks at Loki and some gave him confused looks like Steve while others like Tony only smirked in understanding.
"Um, why would I want to stab you? Oh shit no, I didn't mean that!" you groaned as you accidentally blurted out what was on your mind. The room fell even quieter.
"You have feelings for me?" Loki quietly asked. You winced and nodded.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin our friend-" Loki cut me off by a kiss.
"Get a room!" Your only response was raising a finger towards Tony.

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Thor Odinson x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 259

Warnings: Thor feels, angst, death, major character death

Timeline: Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

"What more could I lose?" A tear rolled down Thor's cheek.
"You still have me, Thor. You'll never lose me."

As you watched Stormbreaker land it's hit in Thanos' chest, Thor landed and told Thanos something. Pushing the axe further, Thanos howled in pain. As Thanos talked back to Thor, horror fell over Thor as a triumph washed over on Thanos' face. Raising his hand with the Gauntlet, Thanos snapped. Confused, you look to Thor.
"Thor? What just happened? I don't understand?"
"Y/N? Are you alright?" Thor worriedly asked as Thanos seemed to be gone. How, though you had no clue.
"Steve?" You swiftly look over to Bucky and Steve where Bucky took a step towards Steve and promptly fell as his body swiftly turned to ashes. As you look around, many people turn to dust and you look to see many of your friends heartbroken. You hear a horrified yell from Thor and you turn your head to him.
"Thor? Are you alright?" you say to your best friend as all he does was look at you. Glancing down you notice your body starting to disintegrate.
"Thor? What's happening to us?" You reach out your hand to Thor and he tries to grabs it.
"Y/N I can't lose you too," Thor desperately says.
"You won't lose me. I'll always be here," you calmly say, masking your last thoughts for your friend. You smile at Thor as you finally turn to dust. The last thing you can make out is the clear blue sky of Wakanda.

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Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 418

Warnings: Like one curse word

Timeline: Sometime after The Avengers (2012)

Humming your F/S quietly under your breath, you danced around your room. With JARVIS blasting the song under your request, you could only faintly hear the loud traffic of New York. As the song came to a close, you yawned and checked the time. Eyes widening, you saw that time had slipped past you and it was almost 11 PM. Slipping out of your shirt and jeans, you changed into your sleep shorts and your sports bra. After falling into your nightly routine, you heard a knock on your door. Assuming it would be Nat, you yelled, “Come in,” and grabbed Natasha’s gun you meant to give back.
“Here’s your gun back Na-” you froze when seeing it wasn’t Natasha but Steve. His eyes briefly flickered to your current attire before he broke out into a flush of red.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry Y/N! I didn’t, uh I didn’t mean to, um I swear I wouldn’t come in if I knew, oh god,” Steve rambled, his face a bright red. Bewildered, you just stand there dumbly.
“Steve? I’m just in my pyjamas? What’s wrong?” you ask, waving a hand in front of Steve’s bright red face.
“Um is it normal that you’re wearing, wearing so little… clothing?” Steve timidly asks you. Frowning, you tilt your head.
“I mean, kinda? I always wear this to sleep. Is there a problem?” you question Steve, slightly self-conscious of your decency.
“Uh, nope. Not a problem at all…” Steve muttered quietly. Raising your eyebrow, you figured that there was something wrong.
“You sure? You look really, really red right now. I mean I’m pretty sure you’ve seen Nat or someone like this right?” you rake your hand in your hair. He has seen women like this right? So why…
“Yup. I’m just going to… go now,” Steve awkwardly fiddles with his hands. You clasp your hands and give him a tight smile. Why was Steve acting this weird?
“Alright. Night!” you give Steve a tiny wave. Showing himself out, Steve quickly leaves your room. Jumping onto your bed, you grab your phone and open Tumblr. Scrolling through your feed, you pause at a gifset you spot. Blinking at the sight, you bit the inside of your cheek at the sight. Curiosity sparking an impulse, you quickly search an entry. With wide eyes, you nearly drop your phone at the number of posts with the content of the words you searched.
“Who knew that so many bloody people ship Steve and me.”

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Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1954

Warnings: Like one curse word I think?

Timeline: Filming Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

Sitting down at your mirror, you stared into the lifeless E/C eyes and dull H/C hair. Sighing, you start your daily routine of covering your mark. You hated it. You hated the idea of the universe having you marked with someone you would probably never meet. While you saw happy couples all around you with their soulmate, this binding mark was the reason you had your heart broken not once, not twice, but three times.

The first time, he had the letters R/I (Random Initials) and you had your CE but the two of you didn’t care. You loved each other, your very first love. But then, she showed up. He, of course, knew the second he saw her and apologised. But you knew that all you would do by staying would make all of you miserable so you let him go. It had been painful for both of you but it was dulled for him now that he had his soulmate. The second time, you were more cautious. He had your initials but you didn’t have his. However, it hit you like falling onto water from thousands of kilometres up. You fell for him, fast and hard. You forgot all about your previous love and lived happily with him. It all changed when it turned out that he was cheating on you with three other girls who believed him just like you had. The third and last time, you kept your guard up 24/7. But he had Y/I (Your Initials) and he was a CE. So you fooled yourself into thinking that you could finally be happy. But nope. He died in a car accident and it turned out that he just met his real soulmate. After meeting her in a coffee shop, they hit off and he wasn’t looking at where he was going. That’s when you stopped believing in the universe.

Your phone pinged from where it sat on your nightstand. Glancing at it for a brief second, you ignored it and finished covering your mark. Your phone started pinging every second and you sighed. Snatching up your phone, you saw 29 new messages from your best friend Chris Evans. Rolling your eyes, you scrolled through the messages. Varying from ‘Y/N’ to ‘Y/N are you ignoring meee’ to ‘Y/N L/N answer me right now’, you raised a brow. Sighing at the immaturity of your friend, you lazily responded with a ‘Yes I am ignoring you, you big baby’. Throwing on an oversized sweatshirt you totally did not steal from Chris, you walk into your kitchen. Grabbing some cereal and milk, you quickly made cereal and started texting Chris.
Chris: Y/N I’m booored. All we’re doing is filming a boring scene.
You: Well, sucks to be you, Evans.
Chris: So mean L/N. Come to set?
You: Maybe. I think I’m just going to chill today.
Chris: Please? I promise I’ll be nice…
You: My god, Chris Evans can be nice?! The world is ending!
Chris: Shut up.
You: Language!
Chris: You know what? Never mind, I’ll just ask Hemsworth if he’s busy.
You: Now I have to show… See ya!
Chris: Don’t you dare.
Chris: Y/N
Chris: Y/N
Chris: Goddammit.
Snickering at your friend, you quickly finish washing the dishes and dashed to your room. Taking a quick shower, you towelled your hair and choose your outfit for the day. After deciding on a casual look with black leggings and a sweatshirt, you grabbed your keys. Remembering that Chris told you that they would be filming about ten minutes from your apartment, you used the power of Google Maps and found the place. Quickly driving there, you show your pass that Chris gave you when visiting and the person let you in. Walking to the set where you heard the most noise, you quietly slipped into the room. Scanning the room for your friend, your eyes landed on Chris. Smiling, you quietly walk over to where Chris was talking to a stunt coordinator about something. Putting a finger to your lips as the coordinator looked at you curiously, you begin to execute your plan. Taking a running start, you leap onto Chris. Barely staggering under your weight, he spins and catches a glimpse of you.
“Goddammit Y/N.”
“Ha! I finally got you back at that time where you shoved me into a pool!” you cried as you rubbed your payback into his face.
“I thought you forgot about that!” Chris cried out as he tried to joking shove you off.
“I never forget anything,” you mysteriously whispered into his ear. Climbing onto his shoulders, you tug on Chris’ hair and shout, “Onwards peasant!” Grumbling in fake annoyance, Chris shakes his head and walks slowly off of the set.
“So what are we going to do today my partner in crime?” Chris questioned as he walked around the grounds.
“Hm. How about some good old pranking on your fellow co-workers?” you asked as a wicked smile formed on your face.
“I like how you think Ms L/N,” Chris smirked.
“Well let’s get to it then. We have a wonderful day ahead of us.”

After setting up traps, pranks and snares, the two of you slip out of one of Robert’s trailers. Sprinting to Chris’ trailer, the two of you finally rest as you walked into the trailer and shut the door behind Chris.
“Is that the last one?” Chris whispered to you.
“Yup. I set up cameras as well and once they set off the pranks, I’m going to post them on every single social media site I can find,” you showed Chris your evil grin to show him that you weren’t joking around.
“I am suddenly regretting everything bad I have done to you and fearing for my life.”
“You better be. I have records of everything I can use against you revealed to the world with a single press of a button within arms reach at all times,” you deadpanned, enjoying the look of pure fear and horror on Chris’ face.
“Y/N I officially apologise for everything I’ve done to offend you. Please don’t,” Chris begged you, practically on his knees.
“Hm. Kneel,” you quoted, an evil grin plastered on your face.
“I beg your pardon?” Chris continued with a fake look of confusion on his face.
“Kneel. Before your queen,” you raised your eyebrows, daring Chris to make a move. Grumbling, Chris reluctantly kneeled before you. Quickly whipping out your phone, you took some pictures and had some posted on your Instagram and Twitter before Chris even noticed.
“Alright got blackmail pictures you can get up now,” you dismissed, ignoring Chris’ shocked face.
“Y/N delete those now.”
“Too late. So far there are 180,394 people on Insta who’ve seen it. Don’t worry, I’m sure that more people will see it,” you casually said, refreshing the page.
“Oh look, 224,711 people on Twitter.” Muttering to himself, he pulled out his phone and opened something, probably to tweet something about the pictures.
“Jesus Christ Y/N, now people are going to ask me non-stop about this everywhere,” Chris complained as he furiously typed something. A ping later, you opened Twitter to see Chris had made a Tweet complaining about the pictures and tagging you. Laughing, you typed up something in response and posted it. Another ping surprised you and you saw that Chris Hemsworth had replied to the two of you bickering.
'My ship is having smooth sailing. @ChrisEvans @itsmeY/N'
What the hell does that even mean? Frowning, you quickly Google the term and you drop your phone at the results.
“What the hell Hemsworth?” Chris muttered to himself, just as confused as you were only seconds ago.
“Um so, shall we check up on the pranks and cams?” you diverted Chris’ attention from the Tweet.
“Oh yeah, this is going to be hilarious. How many did you do for Downey?” Chris asked you, a small wicked smile growing on his face. Giving him a look, you just shake your head and mutter a number.
“You’re kidding right. How the hell did you manage to put 28 traps in his village?” Chris all but yelled at you. Shrugging, you just collapse onto Chris’ makeshift bed and pull up the cams on your laptop which you left here from the last time you visited.
“I’m damn special that’s how. Now shut up and let me view the cameras in peace,” you told off Chris as you focused your attention to the cameras where it was currently showing you that Sebastian and Anthony were in line of a trail of snares and traps.
“Oi Evans, Stan and Mackie are heading straight into the line of fire,” you told Chris who was pouting but now perked up at seeing his friends getting pranked. Turning up the volume and screen recording, you grabbed Chris’ laptop and hacked into it and connected it to the cameras. Watching as Sebastian and Anthony triggered every trap you two set, you both were dying of laughter as you saw Anthony covered in glitter and hung up by his ankle by rope and Sebastian soaking wet and tangled in a net.
“My... god Y/N you... really did... go all out,” Chris managed to get out before taking another look at his friends and dissolving into tears of laughter.
“I… told you I never… hold back… on pranks,” you got out as you fell on the floor clutching your stomach, dying of laughter.
“Oh, Holland, Cumberbatch and Pratt are going to their trailers as well. You ready partner?” you grinned as you watched the trio split to go to their trailers. Oh, they wouldn’t know what hit them. And in Holland’s case, it would be quite literally. Two down, twenty-two more to go.

After everyone got pranked, you were actually crying from laughter. Wiping away your tears with your hand you thought nothing of it until Chris asked you about it.
“Hey is that your soulmark? I didn’t know you had one,” Chris nonchalantly commented. Deducting that all of your tears must’ve somehow wiped away your makeup, you freeze and deflect his question.
“Yeah. What about you?” you ask him, hoping that he wouldn’t push about your mark.
“Y/I. Been looking but haven’t found her or him,” Chris wistfully said, a small smile on his face.
“Cool. Hope you find them someday,” you told Chris, hoping that he would tell from your tone that you didn’t want to talk about it.
“Thanks, Y/N/N. What’s yours? Or did you find them?” Chris asked, glancing at your hand. Fighting the urge to cuss him out, you shifted and replied not meeting his eyes.
“CE. Thought I found him, multiple times but the universe must really hate me. One left after finding his soulmate, one lied to me and was cheating and the last died right after he met his real soulmate,” you listed, trying to fight the tears that were welling up in your eyes. Looking at you with wide eyes, Chris put his arm around you and hugged you tight to his chest.
“I’m so sorry that you had to deal with all of that pain. You are not alone anymore. You’ll have me,” Chris informed you, holding you at arm's length to look into your eyes. Searching his eyes, you saw only truth. Holding the eye contact, you felt something click within you. Leaning in, you only stopped when Chris’ face was only inches away from yours. Gaze flickering to his lips, you thought briefly of what his lips on yours might feel like. Chris finally making a move, he closed the distance between and you felt all thoughts fly out of your head except for one.

Chris Evans is my fucking soulmate.

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Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 834

Warnings: One curse word and references

Timeline: Whenever you want

Bouncing with excitement, you entered the theatre. You were awed by the quiet magic of the room where it all happens. Glancing down at your ticket, you count down as you pass the seats. Stopping at Row 77, you walked down the row and stopped at your seat. Noting that there was a cute blond-ish auburn haired male already sitting next to you, you sat down and tried not to look like this was the best day of your life. And then failed. Oh my god, you were finally seeing it after a year of saving money and you finally got here. Checking the time, you frowned once you noticed that you were way too early and you had a bit more than thirty minutes until the show would start. In your hurry to get to the theatre, you completely forgot about the time. Well, there goes nothing to do for thirty-seven minutes. Wishing that you could take out a book and read, you fiddled with your Playbill and flipped through it. Stopping at a picture of the cast, you wanted to squeal in excitement. Looking at the cast, you smiled and almost squealed in excitement at the mere thought of seeing them in just thirty minutes.
“Excited?” Looking in surprise, you glance up. The person next to you, the cute blond-ish auburn haired guy was speaking to you.
“Oh yeah, I’ve been saving for this for a year now. This is my favourite musical, ever. I love everything about it,” you passionately told this stranger who looked awfully familiar…
“That sounds fantastic. It’s wonderful that you’re getting a chance to see this,” he smiled at you, another familiar thing. Wait. Those glasses. The curly hair. The goddamn blue-green eyes that captivated you the second you laid eyes on them. Perfect jawline and high cheekbones that could cut you if someone slapped him. Holy shit that’s Tom Hiddleston.

After internally freaking out at the realisation that Tom freaking Hiddleston was sitting next to you, you calmed yourself. But what if you sounded like a creepy stalker fangirl?
“So what are you here for? A fan or just wanted to see it?” you cautiously asked, not really wanting him to know that you knew who he was.
“Been meaning to see it for some time but haven’t, ah, had the time. My schedule has been full,” Tom mentioned his filming you deduced.
“Aww. That sucks. Well, at least you got to see it now!” you cheerfully say, trying to hide your anxiety. What were you doing? How were you even talking to him for this long and haven’t passed out?
“Yeah Miss…” Tom trailed off, just realising that he didn’t know your name. Smooth.
“Y/N. Y/N L/N. Pleasure... Mr Hiddleston? Am I correct or just a doppelgänger?” you lied, knowing perfectly who he was.
“Correct Y/N. Tom Hiddleston at your service,” Tom smoothly introduced himself.
“Smooth. You usually this charming to strangers?” you joked, a small smile on your face.
“Nah, just a select few,” Tom murmured, never taking his eyes off of you. Did he mean…
“Honoured sir,” you smirked, and it soon became genuine when you saw that the theatre was finally full and the lights were dimming.
“Shh, it’s starting!” you quietly squealed, lightly slapping Tom’s arm when he made a noise of protest.

After the musical ended, you and Tom were already becoming good friends.
“So Y/N, what did you think of the performance?” Tom asked you, holding the door open for you as the two of you exited the theatre.
“Oh. My. God. That was amazing! I love it so much!” you gushed, listing everything that you thought were brilliant.
“Tom? You listening?” you waved a hand in front of his face, wondering if you were boring him.
“Of course love. Just thinking,” Tom smiled but you thought that it didn’t really meet his eyes. Making a small noise in disbelief, you frowned but dropped it. He was probably just bored about you clinging to him.
“So Y/N/N, whatever shall we do?” Tom asked you, not even noticing the nickname slip out.
“Y/N/N? Seriously?” you deadpanned, brows raised.
“Sorry! Slipped out,” Tom hurriedly rushed to apologise. Laughing, you just shake your head and say, “Nah it’s okay Tommy.” Glancing at Tom’s shocked face, you double over laughing even harder.
“Alright, no nicknames?” Tom proposed and a hand out to shake. Taking it, the two of you shook and agreed.
“Agreed. So what do you want to do?” you asked, tilting your head.
“No idea. Any place you’ve been wanting to visit?” Tom countered, sneakily turning the tables.
“Always wanted to see Broadway. That’s basically all I planned to do here. Had no clue that I was going to meet Tom Hiddleston who would change everything,” you teased, a grin spreading on your face.
“Alright then. Off to explore the City That Never Sleeps!” Tom smiled and pulled you along. Maybe your life was changing for the better. And it was.

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Clint Barton x Reader

Word Count: 995

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, implied mentions of death, implied depression

Timeline: After Avengers: Infinity War (2018) but obiously before Avengers 4 (2019)

She's got photos that will make you believe
Oh, she tastes like lipstick and Tanqueray

You were his light to the dark. You gave him your world, but he threw it away. Left these broken pieces behind you. He screwed up. He was the reason that you were gone. He kept the pictures though. Photos that make him forget that he was the reason. When he was near you, nothing ever mattered and the world melted away. He said there was nothing like your smile, sort of subtle and perfect and real. He said you never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel.

All I remember, she grew up in Atlanta
But she moved to the Bay
An uptown beauty you could never escape
Heaven don't have a name

He tried to forget and all he knew was that you were perfect. He knew everything about you and he kept it all inside his head and he left what was seen unsaid. If he could tell you how he felt, then everything would be different. He couldn’t talk to you, he couldn’t find a way. You are, and always will be, his heaven.

She keeps it old school, feels like rock-n-roll
But got that new groove, so unpredictable
I gotta tell you, I'll never be the same
Oh Lord, she keeps it old school, throw on Billie Jean
'Cause she ain't no fool, she can be my beauty queen
I gotta tell you, I'll never be the same

You never fit in with the new in thing. You kept to yourself, quiet. That’s why he was so drawn to you. But you changed, unpredictable. He lied to himself, telling himself, he would tell her. But he didn’t. You left and he’s never going to be the same ever again. If he could’ve told you, telling you everything he saw, things would have been much different.

'Cause heaven don't have a name
Heaven don't have a name

You are his heaven. When he was with you, time stood still for them. When he was talking to you, nothing disrupted you. You were his light. But everything fades away. And even light always fades away.

Out here they call her dangerous
Lookin' for a cheap shot
She'll always be a stranger
Dancin' to the jukebox

His friends called you danger. But they didn’t know you before. Before everything changed. They saw you in bars, dancing to the beat with random strangers. They didn’t see the real you. The one who he loved. If he could tell you that you were everything to him, but by now they were a million worlds apart. If he could tell you but how do you get past this great divide? And what do you do when the distance is too wide?

All I remember, she grew up in Atlanta
But she moved to the Bay
An uptown beauty you could never escape (never escape)
Heaven don't have a name

Now, all you were was an abandoned memory. Forgotten. Faded away. Flickered out, had every doubt that you mattered and was even there. You were just someone who disappeared.

She keeps it old school, feels like rock-n-roll
But got that new groove, so unpredictable
I gotta tell you, I'll never be the same
Oh Lord, she keeps it old school, throw on Billie Jean
'Cause she ain't no fool, she can be my beauty queen
I gotta tell you, I'll never be the same

Always that barely in the background kind of guy, he noticed you. He thought you mattered when no one else did. He was the one who told you, you still matter, even though you thought that the world passed you by. You never got around to do some remarkable thing, just being a normal human. You doubted yourself and he was the one to pick you up. He told you, that even if you didn’t do amazing things, that doesn’t mean that you’re not worth remembering. He told you that no one would forget you. He lied.

'Cause heaven don't have a name
Heaven don't have a name
Heaven don't have a name

You always felt like nobody was there, and felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere. That you could disappear. Like you could fall and no one would hear. He told you that that feeling should wash away and maybe there was a reason to believe you’ll be okay. And when you weren’t strong enough to stand, you could reach out your hand. He would come running to take you home. That even when the dark came crashing through, when you needed him to carry you, when you were broken on the ground. You were told that you would always be found by him. He was a part of you and you were a part of him. Now, his heaven was gone. No one would ever remember you, no one except him. No one would remember your name.

Feels like rock-n-roll
But got that new groove, so unpredictable
I gotta tell you, I'll never be the same
Oh Lord, she keeps it old school, throw on Billie Jean
'Cause she ain't no fool, she can be my beauty queen
I gotta tell you, I'll never be the same

They all forgot you, time passing and rotting away. They all grew old and lived happily when you didn’t. He was forgotten by his friends, leaving him with you. And when he left you behind, he was never the same.

Heaven don't have a name
(Heaven don't have a name)
(Heaven don't have a name)
Heaven don't have a name
(Heaven don't have a name)
(Heaven don't have a name)

You were gone. His light. His rock. His anchor. His heaven. All that remained of you was the tiny marker of stone which had your name. But by now, it was long gone and the name vanished. Forgotten by all. His heaven doesn’t have a name.

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Nebula x Non-Specified!Reader

Word Count: 644

Warnings: None

Timeline: After Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (2017) but pretend that someone had Loki's sceptre and the stone wasn't in Vision yet

Looking to your left, you saw your friends who were begging you to stay. To your right was love, Nebula was standing still, her arms crossed while looking at you expectedly.
“Y/N please, we can help you, just stay with us,” Gamora begged, holding her hand out for you to take.
“Y/N darling you know who you have to choose. Me or your friends,” Nebula spat out, glaring at Gamora who was still reaching out to you.
“But I don’t want to choose,” you whispered, looking down at your feet. Gaze softening, Gamora softly muttered, “I don’t want you to either.”
“I am Groot.” Eyes wide, you turn to Groot as he ran up to you, tugging at your pant sleeve. Crouching down, you smile sadly as you look at your friend.
“I know Groot, I don’t want to go too. But I think I have to,” you whispered heartbrokenly. Love or friendship?

The world was exploding around you. You saw nothing but colour blurring by as you ran to try and find your friends.
“Where the hell are they?” you muttered under your breath as you narrowly avoided an explosion to your right. Running left, you searched for Nebula or Peter or someone. You have to choose a side… Pushing that thought away to deal with later, you just sprinted. Catching a flash of blue, hope swelled in you. Nebula. Pushing, you ran towards the flash, hoping with all of your might that it would be your lover.
“Nebula!” you called out, trying not to sound too desperate.
“Y/N?” Disappointment flooded over you before relief hit you like a wall. Rocket.
“Rocket! Are the others with you?” you yelled, dodging a chunk of debris.
“Groot is with us, can’t find Quill, Drax and Mantis,” you heard Gamora shout from behind the wall of debris and junk.
“I am Groot? I am Groot, I am Groot!”
“Yes Groot, Nebula may have caused this. No, she is crazy. Yes Y/N might be a bit crazy to love her,” you heard Rocket tell Groot and you roll your eyes at the jab.
“C’mon tell me off for loving a psychopath later. Focus on surviving first,” you yelled at your friends as another explosion went off. Why would you do this Nebula?

Finally, after everything settled down and Nebula was captured, you sat in the hangar staring at the wall. Nebula was here. Here, in the same ship. She tried to kill you. That wasn’t Nebula. No, the Nebula you knew wouldn’t do that. Would she? Shaking away your doubt, you stood up and walked to the room where Nebula was currently locked in. Hesitating outside the door, you stood there.
“I know you’re there.” Opening the door, you stepped hesitantly inside.
Nebula was facing away from you, tied to a handle on the opposite side of the room.
“Why?” Your voice was laced with pain and sorrow. Stiffening, Nebula said nothing.
“Tell me, why would you do that? Tell me that, and I’ll be gone.”
“Would you believe me if I said it was for you?” You opened your mouth to respond but then closed it.
“How would attempting to kill my friends be for me?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“You wouldn’t understand,” Nebula muttered, clearly ending the discussion. Bristling, you turn away and walk towards the entrance.
“I love you.” Nebula’s words made you halt and slowly you look back to see Nebula’s face.
“If you really loved me then you wouldn’t harm the ones I love as a family.” Turning away, you don’t look back. If you had looked back, you would’ve been shocked to see a single tear slip out and roll down her cheek. If you had looked carefully, you would’ve seen the blue hue in her eyes. And how it changed to black as you walked out of the door.

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Wanda Maximoff x Male!Reader

Word Count: 976

Warnings: Curse words, light angst, fluff

Timeline: In Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015) but pretend that Vision doesn't exist (I'm sorry, I love Vision so much but Vision doesn't really fit into the plot of this)

Suiting up was a dread. A dread knowing that you could not make it out alive. The chance of getting injured was a high possibility but dying in the field was also a danger. That was something that you had to deal with, especially if you were in a relationship. Knowing that the other might die in the field. Granted, you and Wanda knew what could happen. The risks.
“You’ll be okay yeah?” Wanda asked you, a concerned look on her face.
“Of course I will! I’m S/H/N!” you joked, trying to ease the tension in the room.
“I’m serious Y/N. I… don’t know what would happen if I lost you,” Wanda murmured, as the mood suddenly sobered.
“Of course I’ll be okay love,” you muttered, drawing her body close to yours.
“I love you,” Wanda whispered as she enclosed her arms around your torso.
“I love you too,” you responded, closing the distance between your faces. Wanda’s hands left your waist and ran a hand in your H/C hair, while the other caressed your face.
“Alright, break it up lovebirds. Save that for your wedding,” Tony’s suddenly annoying voice broke the peace.
“Goddammit, Stark let me kiss my girlfriend in peace,” you grumbled as Wanda frowned at Tony.
“No can do, we’re leaving in T minus two minutes,” Tony informed the couple and ran off before Wanda could kill him.
“C’mon Wanda, we’ll kill Stark after the mission. Or we can tell Pepper,” you tried to convince Wanda who was currently looking like she was screaming bloody murder. If you weren’t her boyfriend, you would’ve been scared out of your mind.
“Promise?” Wanda eagerly asked. Stifling a small chuckle at Wanda’s earnest expression, you nodded.
“Promise.”

Darting in between the gaps, you held your breath as a couple of HYDRA agents ran past you, most likely in search of you and the team. Lifting your gun, you took aim at one of their backs, you calculated if you took out one, you would have approximately one second or two if you were lucky to aim and kill the other one. Finger on the trigger, you were ready to fire when you were startled by your comm.
“Agent L/N, immediately evacuate the area you are currently in, it will soon be overloaded. Do you copy?” Cap’s urgent voice rang out on your comm and you touched your ear to respond before it went black.

At the same time, Wanda was currently taking out HYDRA left and right.
“Agent L/N, immediately evacuate the area you are currently in, it will soon be overloaded. Do you copy?” Cap’s voice yelling into the com as there sounded gunshots left and right. Waiting for her boyfriend to respond with the deep, honeyed voice she adored so, Wanda started worrying after a minute ticked by and no response from him at all.
“Y/N? Do you copy?” Wanda frantically yelled down her comm, trying to get herself to calm down. Maybe his comm got knocked out or he can’t hear because it’s too loud?
“Cap, I’m going to get Y/N, I’ll be back in a few,” Wanda determinedly shouted down the comm and made her way to run for it.
“No Maximoff, there’s a wall of gunfire in between you, you’ll both die,” Clint yelled at Wanda, causing her to pause in her steps.
“But I need to get to Y/N,” Wanda wrung her hands, “he promised that we would kill Stark after this mission. He never breaks a promise.”
“What now?” was Tony’s reply to the previous comment. Ignoring Tony, Steve regretfully told Wanda, “Wanda, if Y/N survives, he’ll have about a dozen bullet shots at the minimum. His healing won’t be fast enough to heal that. I’m so sorry Wanda.”
“No. No, no, no, no, no. This isn’t happening,” Wanda muttered to herself as she paced back and forth.
“I’m sorry Wanda but we can’t do anything.”

After endless pacing, Wanda didn’t want to hear the answer.
“Will he be okay?”
So far, no one had wanted to take up the answer to her question. But deep down, Wanda knew what would happen. And it scared the shit out of her. So she ignored it, trying her best to think about all the fun and happy times with Y/N in them. The time they pranked the team for weeks. When they splashed around in the rain. Movie nights with everyone. Cuddles. Kisses. Anything. But that tiny seed of doubt in her chest grew and all she could think about was Y/N.
As soon as the gunfire stopped, Wanda immediately set off to find Y/N, ignoring Cap’s and Banner’s protests that it wasn’t safe. Running to the place where Y/N was last reported to be, she scanned the area for the familiar shape of Y/N. Despairing after not seeing him, Wanda’s shoulders slumped as she scanned the area once again. Frowning as she made out a faint silhouette, she moved closer. Hope rising, she ran over to the body. Crouching down, she saw the face and nearly cried out in relief. Quickly checking his pulse, Wanda gave out a sigh of relief and collapsed next to Y/N.
“Guys, I found Y/N. He’s alive,” Wanda told the team and heard the multiple sighs of relief.
“Y/N wake up. You promised that you would be okay,” Wanda muttered to the unconscious Y/N.

Groaning, you woke with a pounding headache.
“Goddammit I didn’t get rip-roaring drunk did I?” you asked to no one in particular.
“No. You just got knocked in the head really hard,” Wanda’s voice sounded like honey as she smiled at you. Grinning back, you cockily say, “Did you miss me?”
“Yes, you bastard! Don’t ever do that again!” Wanda playfully hit your arm and you smiled.
“I promise. And I never break my promises. Especially if it’s to you.”

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Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 731

Warnings: Cursing, short angry people

Timeline: After The Avengers (2012) but before Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

Damn tall people! You glared at the offending shelf. Sticking your tongue out at the shelf, you drag over a chair from the table to grab your beloved tea bags on the top shelf. Who the hell even put them there? Everyone in the tower knew that you were one of the very few who drank tea. So who put your beloved tea on the very highest shelf?! Clambering onto the chair, you reach up on your tiptoes and tried to reach for your beloved tea. When you still couldn’t reach it, you huffed and glared.
“Damn you tall people.”
“I hear the sounds of short angry people.” Tony.
“Tony! Do you know WHO THE HELL MOVED MY DAMN TEA GODDAMMIT!” you frustratedly yelled. Tony backed up, hands up in the air.
“Christ kid, it wasn’t me! Ask Jarvis!”
“Mr Stark did not move your tea Miss Y/N. However, he was the one who dyed your white clothing bright pink and yellow.”
“Thanks, J! And Tony?”
“Yes?” Tony’s meek voice sounded from your left.
“Because I’m feeling nice right now, I’ll give you five seconds to run,” you nonchalantly said.
“Oh shit,” Tony cursed as he quickly ran out of the room as fast as possible. Ignoring Tony, you turned your attention towards your tea.
“Lady Y/N! What is it that you are doing there?” Thor asked as he made his way towards his totally secret pop-tart stash.
“Somebody was stupid enough to move my tea!” you growled as you once again tried to reach your tea. An idea popped into your mind as Thor reached up for a strawberry pop-tart.
“Thor?” Your tone now persuasive and pleading. Looking at you, Thor took one look at your face before shaking his head.
“I am assuming that you would want me to get your beloved tea down?” Thor amusedly asked, an eyebrow raised. Nodding vigorously, Thor sighed as his fate was sealed. Until the announcement.
“Thor, drag your fine arse (ass?) down to the training room, you’re needed for the new recruits,” came Tony’s voice on the loudspeaker. Growling, you turn to Thor who was already gone. Grumbling, you turn your attention to your tea again. Climbing up onto the counter, you again tried to reach for the tea. How damn tall is this fucking cabinet?!
“Morning Y/N-” Clint trailed off when he saw you trying to grab your tea.
“Jesus Christ Y/N, how short are you?” Clint joked as he twirled an arrow between his fingers.
“I’m not short, I’m fun-sized,” you grumbled as you once again reached for your tea.
“Sure Y/N/N. We all know how short you are,” came Natasha’s voice as she entered the kitchen.
“I’m not that short! Jarvis, what’s my height?” you protested, and finally relenting to ask Jarvis.
“You are 144 centimetres tall Miss Y/N.”
“See that’s not that short?”
“Y/N I’m 170,” Natasha deadpanned, a small smirk on her face.
“Mr Odinson is 198 centimetres tall, Mr Rogers is 187 centimetres tall, Mr Stark is 185 centimetres tall, Mr Banner is 175 centimetres tall and Mr Barton is 190 centimetres tall.”
“Dammit Jarvis you’re supposed to be on my side,” you hissed as you stubbornly refused to believe that you were short.
“I’m sorry Miss. Would you like me to take that back?”
“Nah the damage is done J,” you answered Jarvis’ question. Pouting, you ignore Clint and Natasha’s snickers as you once again try to figure out how to get to your tea.
“Y/N? That’s Y/N right?” a new voice asked.
“Yes Steve, it’s me,” you sighed as you practically felt the confusion radiating from Steve.
“What are you up there for?” Steve asked you, easily reaching up and grabbing a granola bar.
“Someone was stupid enough to move my tea to the top shelf,” you pouted and pointed to the shelf.
“Do you want me to get it for you?” Steve politely asked and you nodded vigorously.
“Thanks, Cap! You actually offered, unlike some people.” You glared at Clint and Natasha. Jutting out your bottom lip, you look away from your so-called friends. Catching the tea that Cap tossed to you, you once again thanked Steve and walked over to the stove. Rummaging for the kettle, you frowned. You swore it was right there.
“Where’s the kettle?” you groaned as you caught a glimpse of metal. It was on the top shelf.

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Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 1046

Warnings: Drinking, alcohol consumption, slight angst at the end, a little bit of jealous Tony, slight Robert Downey Jr x Reader

Timeline: Before Iron Man (2008) and before Pepper (I love Pepperony but for the purpose of the fic, you're the assistant before Pepper and your relationship with Tony is basically the same as Pepperony in the Iron Man movies)

Sighing, you sat down on a stool. This was so boring. Cupping your chin, you rested your head on your hand and thought of all the things that you could’ve been doing if Tony didn’t drag you down to his stupid party. And he promised you that he would stay with you but of course, he didn’t. Typical. Sensing someone sitting down next to you, you turn to see someone new.
“So, this is cliche but what’s a beautiful lady sitting by herself?” Meeting the stranger's eyes, you silently gasped. They were basically an exact copy of Tony’s. They were exactly the same. Scanning the new person over, you realised that he looked almost exactly like Tony. The same hair colour, the same eye shape, the twinkle when he smiled at you. The body frame was the same, the same signature Stark smirk.
“You look just like To-” you started before the Tony-look-alike nod and answered your unasked question.
“Like Tony Stark. I know, that’s what everyone says. People also say I also have the same skills as Stark,” Tony-look-alike raised his eyebrows as you lightly blushed.
“Definitely the same personality,” you grumbled, trying to hide your blush.
“As I’ve been told. So, what’s your name, darling?” Tony-look-alike asked, giving you a charming smile.
“Y/N L/N. Who might you be? Can’t just refer to you as ‘Tony-look-alike’ can I?” you raised your brows as you offered your name. Laughing, Tony-look-alike introduced himself as Robert Downey Jr and you chuckled at his name.
“Who decided to name you Robert Downey Jr?” you gasped as your head was thrown back, laughing at Robert’s name.
“Hey, don’t blame me! It was all my parents!” Robert laughed with you, raking his hand through his hair. A strand of your hair fell in your face and Robert reached over and tucked it behind your ear. His fingers lingering, you blushed harder as he stared at you with an intense look.
“Robert!” The moment was shattered as an exact copy of Robert swaggered up to the two of you. Robert's hand slipped away from your ear and you instantly missed the warmth.
“Hey, Tony!” Robert’s face was unreadable for a split second before breaking out into a smile.
“Yay! You met Y/N!” Tony’s words were joyful but his tone suggested otherwise.
“Hi Tony,” you sighed as he stared down Robert. Rolling your eyes at the clear ‘male domination thingy’, you leaned forwards in your seat while Tony and Robert sat on opposite sides of you. Signalling to the bartender who immediately rushed over to Tony, Tony ordered a drink and you frowned. You hated when people started drinking and acting drunk around you. Thankfully, Robert must’ve noticed your frown and the lack of drink and wisely did not ask for a drink.
“So, Robert, what do you like to do?” you ask Robert after turning away from Tony who was currently sipping at his drink.
“I really like to act, acting is my passion. I can’t ever imagine me being anything other than an actor,” Robert passionately described and you nodded.
“Well, I’m a billionaire,” Tony muttered, just loud enough for Robert to hear. Glaring at Tony, you ignore him and respond to Robert.
“I’ve always loved acting. When I was a young kid, I always was on the stage,” you reassure Robert, sending him a little smile.
“That’s fantastic! Acting is cool,” Robert grinned and your eyes widened.
“Bowties are cool,” you muttered, testing him.
“You’re a Whovian?” Robert gasped, pointing a finger at you. Smiling in pure delight, you nodded quickly.
“Oh my god, you’re actually a Whovian. New Who or Classic Who?” you asked, needing to know the answer.
“Both. Leaning more towards New Who though. But both are good,” Robert answered. Nodding, you agreed with the answer.
“We need to binge watch together sometime,” Robert commented, raising an eyebrow. You quickly agreed and asked for his number. He quickly wrote down his number and handed it to you.
“XXX-XXX-XXXX. Call me when you want to binge,” Robert winked as you looked away, slightly flustered. Your attention was drawn away as you gasped at the scene playing in front of you. Tony had downed sixteen more drinks while Robert and you were talking.
“Anthony Edward Stark. Stop drinking,” you ordered, trying your best to get your friend to stop.
“Ha, what’re you gonna do?” Tony mumbled, not get drunk but on the path. Grumbling, you opened your purse and pulled out a tiny spray bottle. You had brought it for exactly this purpose and hoped not to use it but you doubted it. Sighing, you brought the nozzle in front of his face and Tony looked at the bottle in confusion. Giving no warning, you sprayed it in his face.
“No. Bad Tony. You will not drink,” you scolded, giving Tony no room to argue.
“But Y/N, I wanna drink more,” Tony drawled, giving you a small pout. Biting your lips, you tried your hardest to not be swayed by Tony’s pout. It was your one weakness and Tony knew it. Spraying the bottle once again, you turned away.
“Pay me some attention,” Tony whined, causing you to once again turn to him. Muttering to Robert, you apologised.
“I’m so sorry Robert. I think it might be time for this party to end. I’m sorry. I’ll see you later yeah?”
“Oh, it’s fine! I’ll just use this as blackmail for Stark later,” Robert smirked and you grinned.
“Blackmail is always nice,” you agreed. Waving as Robert left, you nodded to security and they started to herd people out. Dragging Tony by the ear, he yelped as you practically threw him into his room.
“That’s what you get, you arse,” you growled as you made to stalk out of the room.
“Y/N? Can you stay with me? Please?” You stopped and slowly turned around. Tony looked so small on the floor and your heart gave a lurch. You hesitated before nodding. Screw what happens in the morning.
“Of course Tony. I’ll always stay with you,” you promised, not knowing if that was the truth. Not knowing if you could face Tony in the morning. Not knowing if you could face him, knowing that you would be an ocean away soon.

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Thor Odinson x Reader

Word Count: 1830

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, throwing someone out the window, you almost killing Clint

Timeline: Before Thor: Ragnarok (2017) but he didn't leave to find the Infinity Stones (just pretend that Ragnarok didn't happen but he and Jane did break up)

You frowned as Clarke wound some plaster on your injured arm. Your dominant arm. Which also meant that you couldn’t hold a weapon, write, draw or do anything until Clarke said you were in the clear.
“Anything else I should be aware of? Or do you want me to perform an examination instead,” Clarke raised an eyebrow when you hurriedly shook your head. Sighing, you rolled up your pant sleeve to reveal a huge gash. Your friend gasped and quickly scolded you as she made a work of getting more plaster and some antibiotics. Grumbling to yourself, you counted the seconds as Clarke was working. You heard a sharp intake of breath and you turned your head to see Thor.
“Shakespeare in the park,” you greeted, a small teasing smile forming.
“Lady Y/N, why have you not asked for medical assistance for your wound?” Thor worriedly questioned, walking in giant strides towards you.
“That’s what I said,” Clarke muttered as she quickly worked on your leg.
“Why? I mean it’s not that big of a deal,” you sceptically say, referencing your fast healing properties.
“Still Y/N/N. It could be more serious next time,” Clarke frowned as she cleaned the wound on your leg.
“Please be more careful Lady, you mean very much to m-the team,” Thor stumbled over his words, the first time since never.
“Okay, I’ll try to be more careful.” It came out more of a question but it seemed to satisfy Thor.
“Also Y/N, you need someone to take care of you; you can’t do anything but rest. I don’t care even if you have healing shit. You have to rest,” Clarke firmly ordered, leaving you no room to argue.
“But missions! Work!” you tried to protest as Clarke shook her head.
“No, you have to rest. Another reason why you aren’t healing as fast is that you’re pushing yourself. You have to rest, doctor’s orders,” Clarke left, not wanting to argue with you anymore.
“Stupid doctor who I’m friends with,” you muttered, sticking your tongue at the retreating back of Clarke.
“She is merely worried for you. As is the team,” Thor gently patted you on your shoulder and you almost fell forward even as Thor ‘restrained’ himself. Damn, if this what Thor was like, then what about the rest of the Asgardians?
“Thanks, Point Break,” you hug your friend, your arms not even circling his torso.
“Thor! Since you’re here and you like Y/N/N, take care of her,” Clarke yells from her office. Giving her a bitch face, you lightly flush as Thor looks at you.
“Nah, ignore Clarke, I can take care of myself,” you smile as you grab your crutches that Clarke forced you to use. Hoisting yourself up, you start as arms slip under your knees and you were suddenly in Thor’s arms. His very distracting and muscled arms… Stop Y/N. He just sees you as his friend or little sister. You mentally scolded yourself, frowning at the direction your thoughts turned.
“Are you alright Lady Y/N?” Thor’s voice broke through and you swivelled your head. Your eyes widened as Thor’s face had seemed to get closer. You tried not to look at his perfect lips as you slowly and unnoticeably moved your head backwards.
“Yup. Tip top shape,” you strained, trying to ignore the way that Thor had his arms under your legs. What is the matter with you?

You were trapped in your room. With the one person who you might have feelings for.
“Seriously Thor? Why’d you lock us in? Now we’re stuck until someone comes to free us,” you frowned as you collapsed on your bed. You knew that it wasn’t Thor’s fault but you just wanted to get out of her.
“I apologise Lady Y/N,” Thor apologetically smiled. Does that guy ever stop smiling?! You made a move to get off of the bed but Thor moved to you with lightning speed and gently pushed you down. Amused, you let him as you sat back.
“What did Healer Clarke mean by ‘taking care of you’? I do not understand,” Thor confusedly asked, cautiously taking a seat on your armchair.
“Clarke meant to look after me. Helping me when I need it, making sure I stay in bed, keep me warm and all of that shit,” you listed, trying not to imagine Thor cuddling you. But like that would ever happen. Jane only recently dumped him. Or as Thor would insist, a mutual dumping. Whatever the hell that means. It would be way too soon for Thor to be dating someone else. So this recent development is just in a platonic way, Y/N.

You munched on your popcorn as the climax of the movie was obviously drawing closer and closer.
“Wait, what-” Thor tried to ask you something, probably the fact that the main character killed his best friend and then proceeded to make out with said friend’s girlfriend but you shushed him.
“No, need to know what happens,” you mumbled past your popcorn stuffed mouth. Thor chuckled and settled back down on the floor at the end of your bed. Frowning, you patted the place next to you and you ordered, “Thor get your arse up here, there’s plenty of room on my bed. You are not sitting on the floor.” Thor turned and blinked at you, obviously wondering about your tone and your order.
“I just feel so bad when people have to sleep on the floor or something and I’m just on the comfy bed okay!” you guilty shouted as Thor grinned at you. Your heart lurched forward and skipped ten beats.
“If that is what my lady requires of me,” Thor teasingly booped you on your nose and you looked shocked before your face broke out into a huge smile. The movie forgotten, you looked sideways at Thor and offered him some of your popcorn.
“Want some Midgardian food?” you joked, tossing up a piece towards Thor’s head. Blinking, Thor caught the popcorn and chewed on it before his eyes light up and took a handful of the offered popcorn.
“Why is Asgard behind on many wonders of this realm?” Thor complained as he grabbed another handful. Giggling, you threw your head back and laughed.
“I don’t know buddy, maybe you can bring some back and educate those Asgardians,” you grinned and settled back into the fluffy pillow. The two of you finished the movie in silence other than the occasional question from Thor, a few squeaks of fear from you and the sound of you and Thor munching on popcorn.

The sun always woke you in the morning and today was no other exception. Yawning, you moved your head on your pillow to try and find the cool spot. Mumbling to yourself, you finally managed to after flipping your pillow over. Why was your pillow so hard to move? You were about to fall back to sleep when your pillow rumbled underneath you. Groaning, you hesitantly opened your eyes to see that you were lying on Thor’s stomach. Dammit.
“Hey Thor, sorry about that,” you flushed, hurriedly pushing off of him. Damn, he’s ripped. You pulled yourself out of your thoughts as you saw Thor shake his head.
“It’s quite alright Lady,” Thor smoothly answered. His voice was much deeper in the morning that it usually was.
“Sorry again, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you,” you apologised again, trying to comb out your hair with your fingers half-heartedly.
“It’s alright. I did not mean to overstay my welcome as well,” Thor quickly tied up his hair and made to leave.
“Hey, Thor? Thanks for taking care of me yesterday,” you smiled lightly at the god. Giving you one of his smiles that he reserved just for you, but not that you knew, he smiled straight back.
“It was my pleasure Y/N.” Thor slowly walked to the entrance and opened the door and you couldn’t help but call out after him,
“Hey Thor, I know that this might ruin everything but I need to get this off of my chest,” you blurted out, not paying attention to the hopeful look on Thor’s face.
“Yes?”
“Do you want to eat some of my brownies? I made too many and I know that you eat like an army,” you quickly blurted out, not noticing the disappointed look on Thor’s face.
“Oh… sure,” Thor put on a smile, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest.
“Nah, I’m joking. I want to say that I really, really, really like you and I know that you just broke it off with Jane but I just want you to know that. I understand if you don’t feel-” you were cut off with Thor stepping the distance between the two of you in three large strides and taking your face in his hands. Silently gasping at the sudden closeness of your faces, you let your gaze flicker to his perfect lips this time.
“May I?” Thor whispered, sending a chill down your spine. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Thor closed the distance between the two of you and your lips met. And for that one moment, everything was perfect. And then that moment ended. Clint stuck his head into your room from the air vents and yelled, “Stark! You owe me and Nat the money!” You jumped and you and Thor broke apart.
“Clint! What the hell!” you yelled as you searched for something sharp to throw at the agent.
“Oh crap. Well, nice seeing you two make out,” Clint gestured, “but I should get going to collect my money!” Clint’s head disappeared as you threw your emergency dagger at the very spot Clint’s head would’ve been.
“Goddammit, you can’t have a moment of peace with Barton around,” you moaned as you heard Clint’s laughter.
“We’ll just have to kill him together won’t we,” Thor smirked as the two of you exchanged a look. You went on your tip toes and pulled Thor’s head down for a sweet kiss. You heard a click and you looked up at your vent. Not seeing Clint, you turned to the other one to make out a human-shaped blob.
“Guys I got a picture!”
“Yes, we will,” you innocently smiled as you grabbed your gun.
“Goddammit Y/N you couldn’t have waited another day and let Thor confess couldn’t you!” You saw Tony run past your open door to try and catch Clint who was now out of the vents. You shook your head as Natasha raced by and winked at you, mouthing ‘get some’ before sprinting to stop Tony from killing Clint. You felt a hand slip into yours and you smile at Thor. Even when Tony was being defenestrated by Natasha and Jarvis had to use one of the suits to go and get Tony, you knew that everything would be okay. You have your family. And you would never trade your family for anything in the world.

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Dad!Tony Stark and Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 2573

Warnings: Five curse words (I think), fluff, tiny angst at the beginning

Timeline: After The Avengers (2012) and with the Avengers having a happy ending and Pepper leaving Tony. Also, Loki living with them.

Sinking to the floor, I bury my head into my hands. Pepper… Why did she leave? The only person who kept me anchored to the ground is now gone. I let her go, slipping past my fingers. It’s all my fault.

It’s now been almost three years since Pepper left and I’m a wreck. I’m pretty sure the last time I was out of the lab for more than three hours was to sleep. I think.
“Sir? There is someone waiting for you at the front entrance.”
“Not now Jarvis. Send them away, I can’t deal with them now,” I muttered, fiddling with a piece of tech.
“Sir, I think that you really must go. She has a message from Miss Potts.” The second I heard Pepper’s name, my head shot up and I’m out of the door.
“Jarvis who’s here? What is that person's relationship with Pep?” I demanded my AI.
“I do not know sir,” came Jarvis’ voice after a minute. Shocked, I ran down the flights of stairs, deciding that the lift was too slow. Slightly panting and out of breath, I quickly fixed my appearance as best as possible before strutting in the lobby causally.
“Mr Stark there’s someone here for you with a message-” the receptionist started before I cut her off.
“Yes, I know. Where?” I impatiently asked no mood or time to deal with any shit.
“Over there. But there’s something you-” the receptionist once again tried to talk. Ignoring her, I walked away, slightly picking up the pace. Mentally preparing myself for anything that Pepper could’ve sent me, I took a breath before turning the corner. Sitting on a chair, there was a girl with mesmerising chocolate brown hair. She looked about two maybe three years old. Looking up as I came in, I stifled a gasp as she looked up and gazed directly into my eyes. Eyes only identical to Pepper Potts stared into mine.

I had to take a seat. I had a daughter. I finally understood why Pepper left. What I didn’t understand was why Pepper left this girl-no, my child- with me. I always thought about having kids with Pepper but I never thought I would be a good father. Hell, I wanted to marry Pepper Potts. But she went up and left. And the reason was right in front of me. I shook my head and focused on the child.
“Hey kiddo, I’m your father. Can you tell me your name?” I tried to ask but I honestly had no idea if she could speak.
“Y/N,” Y/N clapped as I tried to make out what she said.
“Y/N? Y/N, huh,” I mused, testing out her name. Something in my chest fluttered as I said, my daughters, name for the first time. Maybe I could have something that I wouldn’t completely fuck up.

As soon as I legalised all of that shit, I told Jarvis to order things that Y/N might need. Setting Y/N awkwardly in my arms, I watched as she touched my arc reactor in fascination. I smiled at the adorable look on Y/N’s face. Shifting the kid, I made sure that she was comfortable before walking to the lounge. Ignoring the blunt stares of the team, I walked to the kitchen to get Y/N something to eat.
“Wanna eat something kiddo?” I asked Y/N who just nodded happily.
“Alright, let’s see what we have for you kiddo,” I fussed Y/N’s head, smiling when Y/N looked at me with a hint of a pout.
“Um, Tony? Who’s kid is that? Or did you kidnap one?” Clint asked, twirling an arrow in his hand.
“Nope. This is Y/N Stark. Pepper… Pepper left her with me. I just found out today,” I sorrowfully said, Pepper, being a major no-zone for me.
“Holy shit, you have a kid?” Clint exclaimed, eyes widening.
“Don’t curse in front of the kid!” I covered Y/N’s ears as much as I could and glaring at Clint.
“Shit?” I gasped as an innocent little voice that came from Y/N reached my ears. Cackling with laughter, Clint ran off before I could get my suit and kill him.
“No kiddo, we don’t say that alright? Don’t copy what Clint says okay?” I sweetly told my child, setting her down on a stool.
“Kay, kay,” Y/N happily smiled up and my heart melted. It hasn’t even been a day and this kid already had me wrapped around her little pinkie finger.
“Up,” Y/N demanded, lifting her arms when I tried to walk to the fridge. Sighing, knowing that I couldn’t deny her anything, I quickly walked back to Y/N and lifted her up. Settling her on my shoulders, I grinned when I heard Y/N’s squeal of delight.
“Okay kiddo, what do you want to eat,” I carefully walked to the fridge and crouched down. Opening the fridge, Y/N gazed at the contents before pulling at my hair.
“Ow, ow, watch it, kid!” I joked, reaching up a hand to try and stop the relentless pulling.
“Pop tar,” Y/N insisted, tugging at my hair but more gently this time.
“Pop-Tarts?” When Y/N tugged my hair softly in an answer, I glanced around to make sure that Thor wasn’t around. Putting a finger to where I thought Y/N’s lips would be, I made a shushing sound and opened Thor’s pantry. Letting Y/N choose a flavour, I opened the box and shoved a package into the toaster. Once it was done, I gave the Pop-Tart to Y/N who took a big bite and chewed thoughtfully. Once Y/N’s face lit up, I safely assumed that she enjoyed it.
“Stark?” Cursing under my breath, I turned quickly while trying to make sure that Y/N didn’t fall.
“Hey Thor,” I casually greeted, hiding the box of Pop-Tarts behind my back.
“Stark who is the kid?” Thor asked while walking to his pantry. Shit.
“Oh, her? Um, she’s my daughter,” I stumbled over my words, remembering the reason why I even knew she existed. Thor stopped in his tracks and looked at me.
“You have an heir?” I thought about that before nodding.
“Yeah, I guess so, Point Break. I mean she’s going to be the richest kid alive if I die or something,” I thought out loud, scratching the back of my neck.
“Poi Brea?” I look up to see Y/N looking adorably confused.
“Point Break,” I gently corrected her, “his name is Thor. He’s like a huge cuddly teddy bear. Don’t be scared of him.”
“Hello Daughter of Tony,” Thor greeted, his face lighting up. Y/N offered him her tiny hand and Thor delicately took it in two of his finger. Giving her hand a tiny butterfly kiss, I scowled as Y/N lit up.
“No boys whatsoever. No boy is allowed to date or even come near Y/N,” I frowned at the thought of an older Y/N kissing a faceless guy. Shuddering, I shook that thought away.
“Yeah, that’s never happening.” I smacked Thor’s hand away from Y/N and froze when I heard Thor’s voice again.
“Wait are those my Tarts of Pop?”
“Haha, about that… I’m going to go now,” I quickly shuffled out of the kitchen with Y/N happily munching on the Pop Tart.

After introducing everyone to Y/N, it was obvious that they all fell for Y/N’s charm and cuteness, just as I did. Natasha fell over herself to hold the girl and I scowled when Y/N immediately clapped and hugged the redhead. They both disappeared for a short while and I was too scared to go and find them, not knowing what Natasha would do. They reappeared an hour or so later, Y/N clinging to Natasha and Natasha smugly shooting a smile at me. Steve was already fussing over her like the mum he is and was currently baking some wonderful smelling cookies. Bruce had come up from the lab and greeted Y/N formally, most likely thinking that Y/N was just someone unimportant or something. Y/N had pouted over that. Clint had been briefly introduced but once they got properly greeted, the two of them were thick as thieves. They had already pulled a couple pranks and how a three-year-old and a semi-mature adult had managed to do it, we had no clue. Thor and Y/N got reintroduced and Thor quickly forgave Y/N about his Pop Tarts. I was looking at my friends welcoming my daughter but I still felt like it was incomplete.

After a week of Y/N being in our lives, everything changed. Natasha, who was once closed off and scary, was now cooing to Y/N and playing dress up with her. Honestly, it was kind of cute to see how much Natasha loved the kid. Clint, who was always up in his nest or at the gym, shooting something but now, the whole team was in trouble except for Natasha. Thor had to leave for Asgard but when he was still on Earth, he didn’t mind whenever Y/N ate some of his Pop-Tarts. Y/N was the only one who had managed to eat one of Thor’s Pop-Tarts and make it out without a scratch. Of course, I would’ve had to kill Thor if he did hurt her. Hell, I would hurt anyone if they hurt Y/N. When Bruce got properly introduced, he tried to keep his distance, in fear of that he would Hulk-out and hurt her. But once we all convinced him that he wouldn’t hurt Y/N, he started to open up to her a bit more. Steve was also a mess whenever Y/N turned to him, knowing that he could never say no to her. Well, no one could say no to her. The second she turned her pleading eyes on someone, they knew that they were a goner. Jarvis had found this amusing when Y/N asked for ice cream before bed and tallied up every time when someone didn’t say no to her ridiculous requests. Most of them were from me and Natasha. Y/N was always following me or someone else on the team and we all silently agreed that this kid changed us.

The time came for the whole team had to go on a mission, and we were panicking. This would be the first time since Y/N arrived that the whole team would be called in and we had no clue what to do.
“Alright, everyone calm down,” I ordered, trying to ignore the fact that my heart was pounding and I was panicking more than everyone.
“What do we do? There’s no one to watch Y/N and we can’t leave her here alone, she’s only three!” Natasha yelled into my ear. Okay scratch that, Natasha might be worrying as much as me.
“We could have Hill or someone?” Steve half-heartedly asked, even when we all knew that Hill was out on a solo mission for Fury.
“She isn’t available, you know that Cap. Does anyone know anyone?” I desperately asked.
“Couldn’t anyone stay behind? Are we sure that this is a team situation?” Clint asked, still knowing that it was an important mission.
“Perhaps Loki-” Thor began before we all cut him off.
“No.”
“But he has changed! He wouldn’t harm Y/N, it’s not like him to harm innocent children,” Thor protested, defending his brother. I shook my head.
“When hell freezes over, then I’ll let Reindeer Games look after Y/N,” I firmly told Thor who was looking uncomfortable.
“Um, Helheim is actually very cold,” Thor unhelpfully brought up. I growled, glaring at the god.
“Tony, as much as I hate this, we have to think through it. There’s no one else to watch Y/N and Loki won’t hurt her,” Steve pointed out. I frowned but knowing that we had no other choice.
“Fine. But it doesn’t mean that I like it.”
“No one does,” Bruce muttered, a small look of annoyance on his face. I spotted some green creeping up on his neck and I quickly patted him on his shoulders, trying to get him to calm down.
“C’mon, who’s gonna get Reindeer Games and tell him? I personally nominate Thor,” I voted, putting a finger on my nose. Thor rolled his eyes and nodded.
“I shall inform my brother. Would you inform Lady Y/N?” Thor asked me, knowing what my answer would be.
“I’ll do that. Meet back in the main lounge in five,” I told Thor, already walking out of the door to find Y/N. After locating her, I smiled as she was wearing her princess costume waiting for someone to play with her.
“Pway?” Y/N tilted her head and looked at me with the eyes. I winced. Not the eyes.
“I’m so sorry kiddo, but I can’t play. Loki can though!” I tried to comfort Y/N who was looking sadly at me before brightening up.
“Woki?”
“Yeah, he’s going to take care of you while the team is going out for a while,” I slowly informed Y/N, not knowing what her reaction would be.
“Why?” Y/N asked, playing with her hands, a trait that she picked up from me.
“Because we need to save the world! Again,” I muttered, throwing Y/N a smile.
“This is the Migardian that I must oversee?” I rolled my eyes and didn’t bother looking at him.
“Reindeer Games. I swear to God if you harm her-” I warned before getting cut off.
“I may like causing mischief but I wouldn’t stoop so low to kill a baby,” Loki dismissively. I glared at the god but didn’t say anything, knowing that if Loki decided to throw her off the building, he would. I tried to stay on his good side and ignored him as I talked to Y/N.
“Alright, try not to annoy Loki too much alright? Don’t die okay? Ask Jarvis to patch you through to me or Natasha okay? Love you kiddo,” I hugged Y/N close to me, smiling when Y/N wrapped her arms around my neck. Pecking her cheek, I laughed when Y/N wrinkled her tiny nose and stuck out her tongue. I lightly rested my forehead on Y/N’s head and tried to ignore that I was willingly leaving Y/N with Loki.
“Stark, leaving in T minus six minutes. Bye Y/N/N! Love you!” Natasha’s voice rang over the speaker.
“Wove you!” Y/N bounced, eyes lighting up at Natasha’s voice.
“Are you going to hug her forever or shall I get back to my room?” Loki sarcastically said, glancing at the scene with some unidentified emotions in his eyes. I stared at the emotion and I didn’t back down when Loki locked eyes with me and that emotion vanished. What the hell was that?

As soon as the mission was over and the information we needed was recorded and sent to Fury, I immediately flew to the tower. I landed and once my armour was off, I dashed to the lounge. When I reached the room, my eyes widened. They weren’t here.
“Jarvis, where is Y/N,” I furiously asked my AI and I regretted taking my armour off.
“Y/N is currently with Loki in her room. I do believe they are watching movies.” I blinked as the information hit me. They were… watching movies? I dashed to Y/N’s room and slowing as I reached Y/N’s floor. I tried to look unhurried and walked slowly to Y/N’s room. Knocking on the door, I opened it and walked in. I was definitely not prepared for what I was going to see.
“What the-”

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Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 1455

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol consumption

Timeline: After The Avengers (2012) and it ended with that movie and they had a happy ending

You fiddle with your hands as you nervously fidget. Tight spaces always made you nervous and lifts did not help at all. You had just found out that you had powers when someone named Nick Fury asked to you join the Avengers. You, of course, knew who they were and was hesitant to accept. Eventually, you agreed; there was nothing else in your normal word. Why not mix it up? When your parents had caught you making out with a girl, you had confessed and came out. You had expected shock but you never thought that they would kick you out. But that’s what they did. You had graduated college with okay marks but once you got kicked out, you always had to work shift to shift. So when Fury offered, you accepted.
There wasn’t much in your tiny, one room apartment. The things that you did bring with you was your worn down pride flag, some pictures, and some sentimental items that meant a lot to you. Fury assured you that your stuff would be in your room at the Tower. You fiddled with your hands again and watched the numbers go up and up. The 69th floor, they told you. You had muttered under your breath the Vine and all you got were blank looks. But of course Stark would choose that floor to have the briefing room on it. 51...58...64...69. You took a deep breath and held your head up. The doors opened and you took a step out.

You collapse on your bed and exhaustion takes over. You had another mission, a solo mission, and you were dead tired. Tomorrow marked the year anniversary of being an Avenger and Tony demanded that you were to be back at the tower before then. There was a knock on your door and you groaned.
“Come in,” you call out, trying not to tense up.
“Hey, Y/N,” you hear Steve’s voice greet you.
“Hi, Cap,” you mummer, burying your face in a pillow.
“Stark asked me to come up and tell you that the press conference is starting in a couple hours and he’s sending Natasha and Pepper up to help you,” Steve apologetically informed you. You groan even louder. Were they trying to kill you? Granted, they didn’t know you were lesbian so they couldn’t know.
“Thanks, Steve,” you told him as he hesitated to leave.
“Hey, what’s that flag for? I’ve never seen one like that,” Steve curiously asked you. You tried not to stiffen as you look up to see Steve pointing to your flag.
“Oh, it’s a thing. I’m surprised you haven’t seen one before, they’re everywhere, especially now,” you explained. You were honestly surprised though, being June and all. There were so many pride parades in New York. You would’ve gone to some but you being an Avenger and being recognised kinda made you paranoid.
“Oh cool,” Steve awkwardly responded.
“It’s okay,” you smiled weakly, trying not to fall asleep.
“I’ll just go now… Get some sleep okay?” His question was met with silence as you had already fallen asleep.

Steve slipped downstairs where most of the team was waiting.
“She’s asleep,” he muttered as the team looked at him expectantly. Tony cheered in victory but was shushed by Natasha.
“Alright! Surprise Party Mission is officially active!” Tony smirked his signature Stark smirk as the rest of the team rolled their eyes.
“Shush Tony! Unless you want the surprise to be ruined,” Natasha hissed, glaring at Tony.
“Jesus, calm down. Getting pissed is Banner’s job. Where is he?” Tony asked after seeing that Bruce was missing.
“I think he’s working on a present for Y/N. I dunno,” Clint shrugged, inspecting an arrow.
“When is Thor getting here?” Steve asked the team, looking at the sky if there was a storm brewing. Where there was a storm, the god normally followed.
“He said something about Asgard and gifts and he also said that it ‘shan’t take long’ in those words,” Tony answered. Nodding, Steve turned to the massive box of decorations.
“Well let’s not waste any time. Move it!”

You rubbed your eyes as you woke. Faint light streamed in from the windows and you glanced at the time. The press conference was at… Shit. You scrambled out of bed and threw on presentable clothes. You tried to comb out your hair and put light makeup on.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you chanted as you struggled to get your reasonable height heels on. You ran out of the door and took the lift.
“Jarvis, where is the team?” you asked Jarvis as you impatiently waited for the lift to arrive.
“Mr Stark is with the team in the main lounge,” came Jarvis’ reply. You frowned in confusion. Weren’t they supposed to be at the press conference already? The ding alerted you that the lift had arrived. You enter and wait for you to reach the lounge. When the lift stopped you quickly exited. Then you stopped in your tracks.
“Um. What is this.”

You blinked in shock. The Avengers were currently on each others shoulder to get something on the walls.
“Y/N! What a surprise…” Tony tried, looking like a deer in headlights. No, all of them looked like that.
“Don’t we have a press conference?” you asked, looking at the transformed lounge. There were balloons everywhere and rainbow confetti covered all. You slightly stiffened at the rainbow. Did they know?
“Nah, that was a lie,” Clint shrugged from under Natasha. Thor was on the bottom, easily holding everyone up. What that god did, you had no clue. Steve had an uncomfortable look on his face, above Thor and under Clint.
“Guys, someone is going to fall. Get down!” you yelled when you saw Bruce slightly tip forward and making Tony teeter.
“What even is this for?” you asked, a growing dread forming in your stomach as you feared the answer.
“It was supposed to be a surprise party for your one year anniversary of being an Avenger. But you ruined it and came down early,” Tony whined as he tried to attach another streamer. You tried not to laugh but a small giggle leaked out.
“Well, I formally apologise for the inconvenience. Would you like me to drag my arse out?” you sarcastically gesture towards the door. You weren't surprised when Tony nodded.
“See! Now you get the whole ‘surprise party’ thing! Now out!”

To be honest, waiting for your ‘surprise’ party was nerve-racking. Not knowing what could happen was a thing that you despised. You hated surprises and here you were, waiting for your team to finish.
“Hello? You guys done?” you anxiously called through the door. The answer came seconds after from Natasha.
“Almost! No, no, you need to move that there, not that!” You snickered as you heard a small crash from the lounge. You let out a bigger laugh when you heard a string of curses from Clint and a smack that was definitely from Nat.
“Alright! You can come in now Y/N!”

You slammed your seventh-or was it your eighth?-drink down and laughed. You haven’t had a proper drink since years ago when your parents still loved you.
“Another please!” you called out, ignoring the slightly concerned glances from your friends.
“Y/N, maybe it’s time to stop?” Bruce suggested, gently trying to push the drink away from you. You shook your head.
“I haven’t had a proper drink since before they kicked me out,” you slightly slurred, not noticing the alarmed looks from your friends.
“Who kicked you out?” Clint asked, a stone look on his face.
“My fucking parents that’s who. Just because I’m fucking lesbian,” you angrily spilt out, not caring who heard. You were done caring.

The sun was the thing that woke you up. You groaned as you heard arguing in the room next to you.
“Could you guys all shut up?” you yelled, immediately regretting it as a wave of pain hit you. There was a pause and the door opened and your friends rushed in.
“Hey. How’s that massive headache treating you?” Steve worriedly asked you, checking you to see if you were comfortable.
“Hurts like hell,” you stated matter of factly.
“Lady Y/N, there is a matter we would like to discuss,” Thor gravely informed you after getting glances from the rest of the team.
“Sure, what is it?” you asked, getting slightly suspicious of your friends.
“It was something you said when you were drunk,” Clint continued, getting a frown out of you. You knew that you didn’t exactly have a filter when you got drunk.
“You said that you were lesbian,” Tony finally admitted. You stared at your friends, your true family.
“Um yeah. Surprise?”

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 1862

Warnings: Cursing, f-bombs, alcohol consumption

Timeline: After Thor: Ragnorok (2017) but the Avengers never broke up and Capatin America: Civil War (2016) never really happened

Running a hand through your hair, you groaned. The new techie that people told you to hire was horrible.
“Newbie that bad?” Tony asked you as he walked into your work zone.
“Yes, that bad. The bloody idiot couldn’t even do the basics! He screwed it up and I had to come down to fix it!” you told your boss who patted your head in sympathy.
“I have a new project for you if that’s okay,” Tony started before you nodded energetically.
“Yes, please. I need a break from that newbie,” you answered Tony’s unasked question. Tony chuckled before saying, “Well you need to know what your project is.”
“Right,” you slightly flushed before you anticipated your newest project.
“So you remember Loki right?”

You typed furiously at your computer. You had less than a month to finish this project. If this didn’t work, the Battle of New York Part II could be your fault.
“Of course I know Loki. Who doesn’t?” you had answered Tony’s question, getting slightly suspicious of your boss.
“Um well, the thing is. Uh, he might be coming here?” Tony meekly told you, fearing your reaction.
“You’re kidding. You want to bring that psychopath back to New York, the place where he attacked?! Are you mad?” you shouted, shooting an icy glare at Tony. Wincing, Tony explained.
“Thor managed to contact us saying that he was coming back. Apparently, Asgard got destroyed and the Asgardians are coming to Earth. With Loki,” Tony informed you, a resigned look on his face.
“So Thor is coming here?” you nonchalantly asked, a tiny smirk on your face.
“Yes and please don’t… don’t do… that with him,” Tony waved his hand, rolling his eyes when your smirk grew bigger.
“No promises,” you sang, enjoying the small power you had over your boss.
“Now, no talking about you doing Point Break. We obviously have to keep Loki in the Tower in house arrest. But we also need the high tech to keep him here and I’m too busy as Iron Man so… What do you say, partner?” Tony nudged you, his eyebrows lifted. Sighing, you agreed, knowing that you would regret this moment. But with that one word, your life changed forever.

You cracked your knuckles, trying to tackle the final problem that was in your way. Rubbing the side of your head, you tried to ignore a pounding headache you had. Sighing, you stood up and stretched. Running a hand through your hair, you decided to take a break. You still had a week until Loki would be here and you were bored of working on the same project. Grabbing your water, you took a large swing and you sighed in relief as the cool water refreshed you. Feeling slightly more energetic, you reluctantly sat back down at your computer and started to type again.

When you were finally done, you sunk down into your chair and smiled. Now all you had to do was make sure it actually worked and set it up. But you could do that later tonight. Right now, you just wanted a drink. Triple checking that the programme was saved, you checked it another four times before downloading it to your personal laptop just in case. Finally shutting off your computer, you walked out of your office and locked the door. Walking to the mini-bar Tony installed on this floor for ‘emergencies’, you grabbed a glass and poured yourself a glass. Downing the glass in a split second, you poured yourself some more.
“Miss L/N?” You looked up in habit, even when you knew that it was just FRIDAY.
“Yes FRIDAY?” you asked the AI.
“Mr Stark would like to know where you are Miss.” Groaning, you drank the glass quickly and responded, “Tell the arsehole that I’m done and currently drinking away my problems.”
“Yes, Miss.” The AI went silent and you assumed that FRIDAY was telling Tony exactly what you said. You chuckled as you imagined what his reaction would be. Pouring another drink, you poured one for Tony as well, knowing that he would have drunk the whole bottle anyway. You heard him before you saw him.
“What the fuck do you mean by ‘arsehole’ Y/N!?”

By the time you checked that the programme worked, you had already tweaked the programme so much that you could’ve just remade it. You had tweaked the final thing and finally had it up and running. And just in time as well. The day after you had it up and running, Tony told you that the Asgardians would be here in a day or less. At the time, you had just nodded, too exhausted to react. Now, you were freaking out. What if the system failed and Loki got free? And then tried to take over New York again? It would be all your fault. What was Tony thinking when he asked you to do this instead of him? Self-doubt crept into your mind and all you were thinking of was what you could’ve changed to your programme. You were half-tempted to take it down and do some last minute tweaks but by now, FRIDAY was programmed not to let you take it down. You ate some chocolate.

You were standing behind Tony when the Asgardian ship touched on the Earthen soil. Monitoring the tablet in your hands, you noted with satisfaction that your programme was still running smoothly. Fighting the urge to press some random buttons for the look of it, like in the movies, you restrained yourself and stood calmly behind your boss.
“Running smoothly,” you informed your boss, still watching the tablet while looking at the ship as well.
“Told you L/N. Your programme is perfectly fine,” Tony muttered to you, his mouth twitching up into his signature smirk.
“Fuck you,” you snapped, knowing that you didn’t mean it and Tony knew that too. His smirk grew bigger.
“Oh, I thought that’s what you and Point Break were going to be doing later,” Tony teased, his smirk even bigger if that was possible.
“Look, there is Loki and Thor,” you pointed out, trying to distract Tony.
“Nice try,” Tony whispered as he turned away from you. You stuck out your tongue at his back and gave him a completely innocent and professional look when he turned back to look at you.
“Point Break, Reindeer Games,” Tony greeted the Asgardians.
“Hello Stark,” Thor nodded to your boss before turning to you.
“Y/N L/N, Head of Engineering Department. Pleasure to meet you both,” you smiled welcomingly at the two.
“The pleasure is mine, Lady Y/N,” Thor charmingly smiled as he bent down and took your hand, kissing it. You just grinned at the god.
“Did you lose your eye? And hair?” Tony demanded, breaking the small moment. Rolling your eyes at Stark, you flipped him off.

Walking a step behind Tony, you made sure that your programme was still up and running. Frowning when you saw that Loki’s magic was trying to tamper with the system, you were thankful when Tony had brought Doctor Strange to help with the magic part. You kept your face neutral as you adjusted the system to accustom to Loki’s magic.
“I ask you to please stop messing with our systems,” you told Loki who froze for a second before grinning.
“So it was you who managed to dampen my magic. That takes skill for a Midgardian. How?” Loki demanded, his eyebrow arched.
“Thank you. I had help from the wizard,” you smirked as you knew that Strange hated being called a wizard.
“Strange? Doctor Strange?” Thor asked you, his interest peaked.
“Yes. I heard that he was not very fond of Loki. Getting him to help was simple. His exact words were, ‘If it means to do anything against Loki, then I’ll do it.’ There was also a mention of falling for thirty minutes?” you gave the gods a slight smirk as you heard Loki sputter.
“That wizard is nothing but a fake with silly tricks,” Loki spat out, rage fueling his words.
“Sure. Now shush. Y/N, systems good?” Tony asked you, turning away from Thor and Loki.
“Yup,” you answered, popping the ‘p’. There was one little bump in the system but would you honestly tell that in front of Loki’s face.
“I’m going to check on the Spider-Kid’s suit; he said that it was glitching out,” you told Tony, using the code he told you to use if there was something wrong. He nodded, not letting any concern leak through. Giving a two-finger salute to the company present, you turned away and walked at a steady pace to your work zone. You knew for a fact that Loki knew that you were lying and you were also certain that he was the cause for the glitch.

After fixing the tiny glitch, you triple checked that you didn’t leave any loose knots before leaving the area. Tucking a lock of hair that fell in your face behind your ear, you put the tablet away.
“FRIDAY?” you called out for the AI.
“Yes, Miss?” the AI responded.
“Where is Loki right now?” you asked, waiting for the answer.
“He is currently with Point Break and the King in the lounge with the Spider-Kid,” FRIDAY answered, the nicknames obviously personalised to them. Rolling your eyes, you told FRIDAY, “Would you tell them that I need to speak with Pete and Stark?”
“Of course Miss.” You yawned, not having a good night of sleep in a long time. When your boss assigned you a project, you rarely got any sleep and this one, you were too nervous to sleep. If you screwed up, it would be all on you.

It’s been around four months since the Asgardians came to Earth and so far, your programme was holding up nicely. There were some bumps along the way, but with the help of Strange, it was going as smoothly as it was in the beginning.
“Thanks, Doc,” you nodded to the wizard, who was conjuring a portal to his sanctum.
“No problem Y/N. You know what to do if you need my help again,” Strange gave you a nod as he went through the portal.
“The wizard? I thought you were above silly parlour tricks,” Loki drawled as he crept out of the shadows.
“Whatever. You know that I only have eyes for one wizard,” you teased, a grin on your face as Loki looked offended.
“I am not a wizard! I am a sorcerer, the best of all!” Loki boasted, pulling you to his chest. You let out a small giggle as he hugged you tightly. You turned your head and kissed Loki’s cheek.
“Remember when you hated me? And thought I was just another mortal,” you muttered, burying your head in Loki’s long neck.
“When I was young and foolish,” Loki whispered in your ear, his warm breath on your ear.
“And when I thought that Thor was hot?” you let out a small laugh as Loki fake growled.
“You’re mine,” Loki possessively nipped at your neck and you let out a content sigh.
“I love you Loki.”
“I love you Y/N.”

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 1372

Warnings: A little cursing

Timeline: After Thor: Ragnorok (2017) but the Avengers never split and Captain America: Civil War (2016) never happened

You hummed as you walked into the lounge. You chuckled at the faces of your teammates who were all groaning and on top of each other on the couch.
“Good morning!” you cheerful say, opening the curtains and laughed when everyone hissed and rubbed their foreheads.
“Don’t yell so loud,” Tony muttered, closing his eyes.
“Oh, like THIS?” you laughed again and Tony screwed his eyes shut. You summoned some small spheres of water and everyone perked up at the sight.
“What do you say?” you ask, amused at their behaviour.
“I’m so sorry Y/N and you’re the best person in the world,” the team chanted in unison.
“Damn straight,” you nodded and trickled some water into everyone’s waiting mouths.
“Who didn’t get drunk?” you curiously wondered.
“Natasha, Steve, Bucky and Bruce. Natasha is Natasha, Steve and Bucky from the super-soldier serum and Bruce is sensible,” Clint listed, trying to adjust his hearing aids. You leaned over and helped him and Clint muttered a quiet thanks.
“Friends! I have returned!” You doubled over laughing as everyone clamped their ears shut and moaned in pain. You were laughing even more when you saw Thor’s bewildered expression. But you stopped when you saw who Thor was with.

Pacing around the lounge, you nervously fiddled with your hands and worried.
“Y/N, your hair is on fire,” Bucky pointed out. Halting, you grabbed a strand of your hair and confirmed that the tips of your hair was on fire. Sighing, you summoned some water and doused the flames. You dried your wet hair with some wind and resumed your pacing.
“Please don’t destroy this building with your freaky Avatar powers. I just got this place renovated,” Tony commented, never taking his eyes off of our new guest.
“I won’t,” you muttered, rolling your eyes at Tony.
“So Thor, any reason why your brother is here on Earth?” Steve jumped straight into his role of interrogator.
“My father was displeased by Loki on Asgard so he demanded him to be brought here. Father is also hoping that Loki would make amends for the Attack on New York,” Thor explained in a serious tone, one that you haven’t heard in a long time.
“So your daddy wanted Loki here for service hours?” Tony amusedly put into words. You flicked a small ball of water into Tony’s face.
“In other words, yes. I apologise for the late notice but the Allfather’s word is the law as you would say,” Thor apologised, looking briefly at his brother. Loki rolled his eyes and returned sulking.

You conjured a small flame in your hand and watched it as you concentrated on keeping it alive. Starting the timer as soon as the flame appeared, you held the small flicker as long as you could. When your flame went out, you stopped the timer and was a bit disappointed by the results. 5.838 seconds. Resetting the timer, you made another flame and put all of your thoughts into making the flame stay alive.
“That’s not how you do it.” You lost your concentration as a voice broke the silence. You swivelled around to see Loki standing behind you.
“What?” you asked, your brow slightly furrowing.
“You’re already preparing for failure; you must believe that you will conquer it,” Loki instructed, summoning his own flame. You watched, transfixed at the flame in Loki’s hand. You can do this. I summoned my flame, knowing that this would be it. Your flame didn’t flicker at all.

Standing outside of Loki’s room made it so much more real. You knocked on the door and stood there nervously.
“Come in,” was Loki’s reply. Opening the door, you carefully stepped into the room. You reeled back in shock; the god’s room was nothing like you expected. You had expected the room to be magnificent and grand, full of green and gold. Instead, it was a plain room, like the regular guest rooms.
“Um, Loki?” you hesitantly asked the god who was reading on his bed.
“Yes?” Loki lazily answered, turning the page.
“Can you please teach me?” you blurted out, unable to wait any longer. Loki finally looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Why, may I ask, should I waste my time to teach you?” Loki asked you, setting down his book.
“Because you’re interested in me; you haven’t met an Elemental before,” you boldly stated, hoping that he would teach you.
“That is a fact. However, why should I waste my time teaching you?” Loki once again asked.
“Because if you sway me, then I would be a powerful and useful ally,” you stated what was no doubt going on inside Loki’s mind. Nodding, Loki observed you.
“I shall think of this. Now leave. I shall inform you of my decision.” And with that, you left.

It was a week since you spoke to Loki. By now, you were slightly less optimistic about Loki’s answer. Grabbing a biscuit from Steve’s freshly baked batch, you nibbled on it as you stewed about Loki. Would he even give you an answer? Shaking your head, you vanished any thoughts of the dark-haired god. You summoned a flame in your hand and watched it, mesmerised by the spark. It grew dimmer and dimmer until only a small ember remained.
“Fine. I’ll do it.” You looked over your shoulder to see Loki, arms crossed and a bored expression on his face.
“I’ll teach you.”

Loki was standing behind you, unimpressed.
“Again. Focus the energy and harness it; it is your power. You control it, not it controls you,” Loki instructed as you once again failed to use your wind to make yourself fly.
“Focus, harness, control. Got it,” you muttered, determination setting in your eyes. You focused, the wind picking up the pace around you. Harnessing the wild wind around you, you forced it to confine you in a tube. You controlled the wind, trying to lift yourself. You fell.
“Again.”

It was five more months of training before you finally mastered all four elements. Earth was the easiest out of the four and you had already mastered that when Loki came. But Fire and Wind was the hardest and took most of the time. Loki had gotten mad at you so many times that you couldn't count all of them even if you tried. Summoning fire in your hand, you reminisced of your way to where you were now. Conjuring water in your other hand, you concentrated and earth came up and you sat on it before using wind to lift you up. You were shocked and it held for a second before you fell on your arse. More determined than ever, you gathered all of the elements once again.

You were practising for another three hours straight before you realised that the Avengers were gathered around you, wanting to see you practise.
“Hi?” you shyly addressed your team.
“Holy shit Y/N. You’re OP,” Tony informed you, drawing a laugh out of you.
“Yes I am,” you dryly muttered as you rolled your eyes. Noticing Loki in the shadows, you waved to him. When he hesitated, you shot him a glare and he slowly walked over to you.
“Hey Loki!” you called out, smiling at the god.
“Want a kiss for your reward?” Loki asked, a small teasing smile on his face.
“Oh, sure!” you cheerfully answered; you haven’t had a Hershey's Kiss in ages. Leaning in, Loki asked, “Uh, why do you have your hand held out?”
“Huh? Oh. Oh… shit,” you muttered, eyes wide. Oh shit, that kiss.
“Oh my god Y/N,” Tony muttered, covering his eyes but peeking through his fingers. Loki pulled back, probably to throw Tony out of the window, but you grabbed his collar and pulled him down. Your lips met and it was perfect.
“I ship it!” Annoyed, you broke the kiss and simultaneously, you and Loki turned to glare at Tony.
“Oh shit,” Tony fearfully cursed as he ran out of the room. Summoning some fire, you glared at the other Avengers who were looking at you and Loki and chased after Tony, Loki on your tail.
“I bet a hundred that Tony is going to get thrown out of the window!”

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Stephen Strange x Reader

Word Count: 265

Warnings: Death, major character deaths, angst, angst, angst, SPOILERS

Timeline: Takes place in Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

“Did we just lose?”

You look down at your hands. Thanos won. He was probably going to wherever Vision was to get the Mind Stone, the sixth and final Infinity Stone he needed. You desperately hoped that Thor, Rocket and Groot would get to wherever the rest of the team was to try and stop Thanos. Suddenly there was a shift in the air. Frowning, you looked to Stephen.
“Something is happening,” Mantis spoke up before dissolving into ash. Eyes wide, you looked fearfully at the Sorcerer Supreme.
“Quill?” Drax asked Star-Lord as he too disintegrated. Looking at Quill, you noticed that his hands started to turn into ash.
“Steady Quill,” Tony warned as Peter groaned lightly.
“Aw man.” And with that, Peter Quill was gone.
“Stephen what’s happening?” you fearfully ask as silence falls upon the remaining heroes.
“Y/N? No, not you. This wasn’t supposed to happen to you,” Stephen quietly muttered. Confused, you start to open your mouth to ask what Stephen was asking you about. But then a sharp stab of pain pricked you as you fell down. You look to see your body turning into dust like Mantis, Drax and Quill. A sense of calm washes over you. Stephen would be safe. That was all that mattered. You look up at Peter, Tony and Stephen, your eyes lingering on Stephen's. He's going to feel so guilty...
"I love you," you firmly told Stephen, "don't give up. You need to save the world." You give them one last smile before being blown away. But not before seeing the tears in Stephen’s eyes.

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 2078

Warnings: Fluff, obliviousness (is that a warning??), cursing, adorable Reader, everyone loves the Reader, fluffy Loki

Timeline: After The Avengers (2012) but AU where Loki stays on Earth and it's been a couple years and they're happy

Smiling at Loki as you passed him, you cheerfully greeted the god.
“Hi, Loki! How are you?” you asked, plopping down on the sofa across Loki.
“Hello Lady Y/N,” Loki smiled hesitantly at you, “I am okay. Just very tired.” Pouting, you tilted your head.
“Aww Loki, get some sleep okay? I know what sleepless nights are like and they suck,” you gave him a half smile. Nodding at you, he lightly smiled as you rolled over and stretched out your limbs. Lying on the couch, the two of you fell quiet. Coming to a silent agreement, you didn’t bother Loki and Loki didn’t bother you. Getting the occasional longing glance from the raven-haired Asgardian, you didn’t notice, too caught up from your thoughts. Letting out a tiny sigh, Loki turned his attention away from you, knowing that you didn’t like him the way he wished so desperately wanted to.

When you finally got up from your spot on the couch, you apologised and left. Pretending not to care, Loki barely glanced up from his book as you left with your usual bounce in your step. The moment you were out of hearing range, Loki let out a groan. Shutting his book, he ran his hands through his hair. His mind, as always, eventually wandered to you. You were just so… angelic. When he first met you, he was a fool. He had thought that you were just another mortal, insignificant. But you had just smiled at him and he was under your spell. After trying to forget you, he eventually gave up and admired you from afar. You, of course, didn’t notice anything.

Skipping into the kitchen, you hummed as you passed Clint and Tony who were giving you looks.
“What the fuck made you that happy to make you skip in here all smiles?” Tony demanded, crossing his arms as Clint nodded beside him.
“Language,” Steve called out from the sofa. Tony rolled his eyes and quietly mimicked Steve.
“But what did make you all happy?” Clint curiously asked you, taking a swing out of his coffee mug. Shrugging, you responded, “Why can’t I be happy for no reason?”
“It’s 2018. Why would you be happy,” Tony states, raising his eyebrows. Chortling, Clint smirked and nodded.
“True, true,” Clint muttered, setting down his mug. A small pout on your lips, you slightly furrowed your brows.
“Hello Lady Y/N,” Loki greeted as he entered the kitchen, breaking up the conversation.
“Oh, hey Loki! How did you sleep?” you asked the god, giving him a grin. Giving you a small smile in response, he replied, “Better than yesterday.” Beaming, you tackled Loki in a hug.
“That’s amazing! You’re going to be sleeping better in no time!” you enthusiastically vocalised, hugging Loki tighter in your excitement. Loki stiffened at the physical contact, not sure what to do. Eventually, he awkwardly put his arms around you, looking at your fellow teammates in bewilderment. Snickering, Tony and Clint exchanged looks. You didn’t notice.

When Natasha called you down to the briefing room, you said your goodbyes and smiled as always. As soon as you left, Tony and Clint attacked Loki.
“You like her don’t you?” Tony prodded, the corner of his mouth twitching up.
“Wha-what? No, I like her as a, as a friend,” Loki stuttered, fully not prepared for the question. Snorting, Clint shook his head.
“Dude, we all have had our share of unrequited love or being friend-zoned,” Clint raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing Loki’s lie.
“Shut up, I like her as a friend,” Loki growled, turning away from the snickering Avengers.
“Tell me Loki. Does it hurt to be this far in the friend-zone?”
“I ship it!”

Tony and Clint obviously told the rest of the team as they started to relentlessly tease Loki. You, as always, never really noticed the change of behaviour in both the team to Loki and Loki to you. Continuing to act your normal happy, bubbly, innocent and oblivious self, Loki’s change was becoming obvious to everyone, even to everyone in SHIELD. Everyone on the team had commented on Loki’s behaviour at least once while some pointed it out more than once. You didn’t notice as Loki would always act like that around you and you continued to friend-zone him. The teasing became more and more relentless after Clint and Natasha found you and Loki on the couch, the two of you cuddling after a particularly bad mission. They had tried to tease you about it but you had responded with, “Don’t all friends cuddle?” Natasha covered her face with her hands and groaned.

Slamming her hands onto the table, Natasha glared at Y/N and Loki who was watching the telly together.
“I cannot take this anymore. We have to do something,” Natasha whisper-yelled into the ears of Tony and Steve, making sure that Y/N and Loki couldn’t hear.
“Y/N and Loki,” Tony nodded, popping a blueberry into his mouth.
“Like how oblivious can you get? It’s like Y/N invented a whole new definition of friend-zone,” Natasha complained, grabbing a couple blueberries Tony had silently offered her.
“Who are we talking about?” Clint strolled into the kitchen, grabbing a chair. Shooting him a look, Natasha nodded towards Y/N and Loki.
“We going to finally do something? The fluff is killing me,” Clint mentioned, opening his phone to display the hundreds of pictures of photos of the two.
“How did you get all of those pictures?” Steve asked, a small frown on his face.
“The air vents. Duh,” Clint pointed out, gesturing to a nearby vent.
“Creep,” Natasha smirked, nudging Clint. Sticking his tongue out, he shook his head.
“Nah, just a shipper wanting their OTP to get together,” Clint smirked, waving his hand in the area of the two lovebirds. Snickering, Tony nodded and ate a blueberry.
“That’s an understatement,” Tony remarked, raising his eyebrows after seeing the number of pictures Clint had taken.
“So what’s the plan?”

Yawning, you curled up tighter against Loki, unconsciously moving to his warmth. Slightly stiffening, Loki looked down at your body, reminding himself that this was all platonic. Turning down the volume so that you would sleep more peacefully, Loki sighed. You could never love him the way that he loved and adored you uncontrollably. He knew that for a fact.

The sun came streaming in through the windows as you woke. Sitting up in your bed, you slightly frowned as you had no recollection of making your way to your room. Figuring that Loki must’ve carried you to bed, you smiled. After getting ready, you made your way to Loki’s room to thank him. Knocking, you rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet, waiting for your friend. When the door opened, you grinned at your friend.
“Hey, Lokes!” you called out, giving Loki a hug.
“Hello Y/N,” Loki fondly answered, returning the hug.
“Wanna go out and grab some coffee?” you offered, a sudden craving for a F/D.
“Sure, I really need some coffee right now,” Loki nodded and stepped out of his room. Shutting the door behind him, you grabbed the god’s arm and tried to drag him to get him to go faster.
“C’mon, I need to have some caffeine in my system,” you tugged Loki as he planted his feet firmly on the ground with an amused look on his face.
“What do you say?” Loki asked sternly, despite the smirk on his face. Pouting and giving the god your best puppy eyes, you tilted your head. Groaning, Loki shook his head.
“You know I cannot say no to that face,” Loki looked away, trying not to get caught in the depths of your eyes. You bit your lip and your eyes pleaded with him. Loki held your gaze for a count of two seconds before giving in.
“Fine, you rude and mean person,” Loki grumbled, “let’s go.” Knowing that Loki was just joking, you grinned and tugged on Loki’s shirt again.
“C’mon!” You sprinted ahead of Loki and stuck your tongue out, teasing the god. Smiling fondly at you, Loki shook his head and followed.

Watching the pair from a distance, Clint, Tony, Natasha, Steve, Thor and Bruce were sitting in a nearby bakery from the coffee shop you and Loki were in.
“Are they getting close to any sort of advancement in their relationship?” Thor questioned, turning to Clint. Watching them like a hawk, Clint regretfully shook his head. Sighing, the team looked unimpressed as they continued to watch their favourite ship.

Loki watched Y/N as she gracefully navigated the crowd to reach her drink. Cupping his chin, Loki admired her H/L H/C dancing behind her as she grabbed the cup of F/D. Her sparking E/C eyes found him, and she lit up and slightly lifted the cup of F/D to show Loki. Smiling, he watched you make your way back to him. Loki’s smile turned into a small frown as he watched a boy, maybe a couple years older than Y/N walk up to the H/C haired Avenger. His small frown became a death glare to the boy in question as Loki watched the boy suggestively touch Y/N’s arm. You were innocent and sweet as ever and from what Loki could make out, Y/N was just being nice and had no idea what the boy was thinking of Y/N. Loki clenched his fists as he imagined brutally killing the boy. Standing up, shoving his chair behind him, Loki stalked up behind Y/N and shot a murderous look to the boy.
“Hi, Loki! This is Simon, Simon, this is Loki, my best friend,” Y/N introduced. Loki’s heart gave a painful lurch at the definition Y/N labelled him.
“Hello,” Simon greeted, holding out a hand which Loki ignored. Giving Simon a curt nod, Loki turned to Y/N.
“Tony called me, he wants us back to help him with something,” Loki smoothly lied, ignoring a painful feeling that was festering in his heart.
“Oh! Does he? Hmm. Sorry, Simon, we have to get going. See you around!” Y/N kindly smiled at him and waved. Simon had a disappointed look as Y/N turned away from him. The painful feeling grew bigger as Loki lead Y/N away.

As Loki lead Y/N away, Clint fell out of his chair.
“Loki made a move!” Clint excitedly reported from the floor.
“What?!” the team echoed in unison. Nodding furiously, Clint told the team exactly what happened.
“Not a big move but still, it’s a move!” Clint whooped as he attempted to get up.
“Loki finally grew a pair,” Tony remarked, a small smirk on his face. As Steve gave Tony a disapproving look, Clint resumed watching Loki and Y/N.
“HE’S LEANING IN.”
“WHAT?!”

While the Avengers were being informed, Loki was checking over Y/N.
“He didn’t try anything? Are you sure that you don’t want me to kill him?” Loki offered, a hopeful look on his face. Laughing, you just shook your head.
“Nah, it’s okay. He seemed nice,” you wistfully tilted your head, obviously thinking of Simon.
“Wha-?” Loki dumbfoundedly looked at you, checking you one last time. He took a deep breath before speaking again.
“Y/N, I… I really, really like you,” Loki confessed, staring deep into your eyes.
“Aww, I like you too, you big softie!” you smiled as you leaned in for a hug.
“No, I like you more than a friend Y/N. I know that you don’t like me back like that but I just needed to say that,” Loki admitted, looking away. When he looked back, Y/N was looking dumbstruck.
“You… like me? More than a friend?” Y/N faintly asked Loki. Nodding, Loki rushed out, “I shouldn’t have said that. Would you prefer to just be friends?”
“Loki! I don’t care because I like you more than a friend too.”

From across the street, the famed Avengers could be seen in their most undignified state from outside the Tower. Steve was passed out from Natasha’s accidental hit to the head when she saw Loki leaning in. Tony and Clint were ordering shots even when the employee insisted that they didn’t have any as it was a bakery. Bruce had left the second Steve passed out, knowing that Steve was more than 75% of their impulse control. Thor had thrown down ten or so drinks and yelling out, “ANOTHER!” Natasha was glued to the window, watching you and Loki. The employee was very tempted to kick them out.

Chapter Text

Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 1713

Warnings: None

Timeline: An AU where it takes place during Avengers: Endgame (2019) but it's peaceful and they didn't fight Thanos

Humming a Christmas song under your breath, you smiled as you saw the team all in the kitchen. Skipping down to meet them, you gave them all a huge smile.
“Hi guys!” you cheerfully greeted your teammates. Hearing them muttering their replies, your smile turned into a pout.
“C’mon we are gonna be doing something festive whether you like it or not,” you declared, grabbing whoever was unfortunate enough to be the closest to you, which happened to be Clint and Steve, and marched them into the common room. Grumbling, the rest of your team followed unwillingly. When everyone was sitting down, you announced, “We’re doing Secret Santa.” When you heard the small groans, you pouted some more.
“Guys, it’ll be fun! It’s going to be our first real Christmas together and we should have fun!” you tried to convince your friends.
“I think it’ll be fun,” Bruce argued, glaring at the rest of the team. When no one met his gaze, Bruce rolled his eyes.
“Please guys?” you gave your best puppy eyes, knowing that no one could ever resist. Groaning even louder, you showed off your huge smiles.
“Yay! Thank you guys!” you sweetly smiled at your team, who were looking at you in a mix of annoyance and adoration.
“You’re lucky that you’re so sweet and kind and adorable and smol,” Tony warned, putting his head in his hand, “otherwise, you wouldn’t be let off this easily.”
“How come we never say no to her?” Clint muttered with a fond smile on his face, shaking his head. Smiling back, you responded, “Because you all love me.”
“Hell yeah, we do. Otherwise, I wouldn’t ever be doing this,” Tony remarked, yelping when Natasha and Wanda hit him on his chest.

After assigning the Secret Santa’s, you slightly frowned. Where was Thor-? Your question was answered seconds afterwards as you heard a huge boom and a small crash. Bolting up, you sprinted outside to his landing pad and greeted your best friend with an ear-to-ear grin.
“Lady Y/N!” Thor yelled out in his booming voice. Or just him talking regularly.
“Thor! I missed you!” you ran up to the god and wrapped your arms around him to the best of your ability.
“And who is this tiny creature?” a bored voice called out behind your friend. Breaking away from the fair-haired god, you spotted a raven-haired man behind Thor, almost his exact opposite. Glancing back at Thor, you asked him with your eyes and he nodded.
“Loki! Nice to finally meet you!” you cheerfully greeted, giving Loki a warm hug. Loki stiffened, not knowing what to do.
“Hello,” Loki stiffly greeted, giving Thor a look. Finally releasing the god, you addressed the gods.
“Hey, we’re doing a Secret Santa, where you’re assigned a person to get a gift for, and you can’t tell anyone who you have and then we exchange gifts,” you briefly explained to Thor and Loki who had no idea what a Secret Santa was, “want to join?”
“This activity sounds the most fun! I shall partake in this gift giving! Brother, will you join in?” Thor joyfully asked his brother, who was looking like he would rather be any place else.
“I would rather not-” Loki started before being cut off by Thor.
“Come on brother, it shall be fun!” Thor exclaimed, grabbing a box of Pop-Tarts. Smiling softly at Loki, you shrugged.
“It would be fun if you joined but you don’t have to do it,” you lightly smiled at the dark-haired god.
“Uh, sure I’ll do it,” Loki shrugged, looking indifferent. Lighting up, you squealed.
“Really?! Ahh, thanks Loki, this will be so much fun!” you gushed, tackling Loki with another hug. Giving you a small smirk, Loki let you hug him this time, getting used to the fact that you were a touchy person.
“Well, I have nothing better to waste my time with,” Loki dismissed with a wave of a hand.
“Brother, this is amazing!” Thor grinned, shoving another Pop-Tart in his mouth. Cringing slightly, you nodded at Thor.
“Thor, you’re eating with your mouth open again,” you reminded your friend, smiling at his lost expression.
“Right, sorry Lady Y/N,” Thor sheepishly ran his hand through his hair, closing his mouth. There was a noise beside you and you looked over to see Loki looking at you in disbelief and awe.
“Did you, did you just make Thor close his, his mouth?” Loki stuttered, shock covering his face and lacing his words. Giggling, you nodded.
“Our mother has been trying to get Thor to do that ever since he was eating,”
“The team says that I have a superpower and can get anyone to do what I want,” you laughed as you saw the small panic on Loki’s face.
“Don’t worry, it’s not true, I’m just really cute and small so people like me,” you grinned, looking up at Loki. He rolled his eyes.

Finally finishing, you printed all of the names and you shoved them into a hat and mixed them around. Singing softly to yourself, you looked at the time. It was a week before Christmas and you wanted everyone to have a little time to get their Secret Santa gifts.
“Hey, FRIDAY, can you call everyone down to the lounge?” you called out for the AI.
“Done Miss Y/N.”
“Thank you FRIDAY!” you cheerfully responded. Skipping to the lift, you pressed the button and waited.

After gathering the team, you smiled at your friends.
“So, everyone knows the rules right? No telling anyone, limit to spend is 50,” you stated, glaring at Tony and Thor, “and you have to keep it a secret.”
“Aww, please can we spend more?” Tony whined to you, a small pout on his face. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head.
“No,” you firmly told the billionaire. Turning to the gods, you glared at them too.
“You too, no going off to Asgard and getting expensive stuff.”
“Dammit,” Thor muttered under his breath.
“Language,” Steve told off the god which coaxed out a small smirk from you.
“Shush. Everyone get it?” you asked the team again. When everyone nodded, you grabbed the hat. Passing it around the circle, you motioned to everyone to grab a slip of paper. No ones face revealed anything when they all opened their folded paper. Opening yours, you kept your face stone as you read it. Tony Stark.

After debating what to get a millionaire, you finally had your gift and just in time. Adding a cute little bow and writing out who it was too, you couldn’t resist adding a tiny smiley face after Tony’s name. Grinning, you sneaked out of your room with the present and made your way to the lounge. Making sure that no one was in the room, you hurriedly placed the present on the table and quickly left the room. Sighing when you didn’t run into anyone, you quickly and quietly left.

Later that day, Tony was convinced that they needed his annual Christmas party earlier than usual. You had convinced Tony that he would cut his party a bit shorter than normal so that you could all exchange Secret Santa gifts. He, of course, took one look at your pleading eyes and agreed. You had checked that all of the gifts for everyone was there and made sure that the whole team was there. Sitting down on a vacant seat, you let out a large sigh. All you wanted was the team to be a real family. After having a shitty family for your early life with an abusive mother, a horrible stepfather, a dad who left when you were three, and a sister that treated you like scum and hasn’t talked to you since you were 16, all you wanted was a real, loving and caring family. And the Avengers could give you that.

When Tony finally called off the party and declared it over, you were full to the brim of excitement and joy. Finding Bucky along the way, you tugged at his arm, careful not to grab his metal one, and pulled him with you.
“C’mon Buck! It’s Secret Santa time!” you called out over your shoulder.
“Um, yeah, coming,” Bucky blinked, letting you drag him. After the whole team was there, you bit your lip and grinned like crazy.

Once everyone was settled down and quiet, you started talking.
“So, I’m going to grab a present and give it to the person and they have to guess who they think their Secret Santa is. Got it?” When everyone nodded, you smiled and skipped to the table which held the presents. Grabbing one, you read the tag. Natasha. Walking to Natasha, you gave her the present and gestured her to take it. As she tore off the wrapping paper, you saw from the corner of your eye Tony slightly, ever so slightly, flinching. Opening the box, Natasha surveyed the contents. As she gave her look of approval, everyone crowded to see what she got. The box revealed a set of ruby earrings. You slightly frowned as that went way over the price limit.
“Who do you think was your Secret Santa?” Clint asked Natasha while admiring the set.
“Tony,” Natasha deadpanned, still observing the earrings.
“Should I be surprised she guessed?” Tony raised his eyebrows. Laughing, you shook your head.
“Over the limit Tony,” you acted annoyed when your huge smile told Tony that it was fine. When they all settled down, you grabbed another present.

The presents went by one by one. Tony was the last to get picked and his reaction made your day a hundred times better than it was before. It was a scrapbook of pictures full of him and his favourite people. He started to tear up, which he denied and started to smile a real smile and not his signature smirk.
“Thank you Y/N.” You grinned wider than you might’ve ever smiled in your life and started to tear up as well.
“I love you guys,” you tearfully choked out, hugging Tony and Steve. When the whole team joined in on the group hug, you felt complete with your family. Outside, it could be seen snowing as the clock turned midnight and became Christmas day.

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Tony Stark/Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 883

Warnings: Implied smut (not really, I dunno how to word it) and FLUFF ALL OF THE FLUFF

Timeline: After The Avengers (2012) with no Pepper

Crossing your arms, you looked at the scene playing out in front of you.
“Tony, honey, do you need help?” you called out to your boyfriend of four years.
“Um, no, I’m good baby,” Tony answered from the suit. He was putting up some streamers and decorations for his annual New Years party and was currently stuck in the streamers. You were trying so hard not to laugh but when you heard Tony’s unsure voice, you lost it. Laughing so hard that tears ran down your face, you leaned over and laughed. You laughed even harder when you heard Tony’s offended mutter from inside the suit.
“Remind me why I’m still with you,” Tony muttered, no doubt rolling his eyes.
“Because you love me,” you teased, your laughter finally ceasing.
“Damn straight,” Tony whispers, still not believing you were his even after four years of being together.
“Now, if you don’t get down from there and finish this all up in thirty minutes, then you’re sleeping on the couch,” you demanded, tired of Tony’s shit.
“Yes, ma’am!” Tony yelled, already working on getting himself free. He slept in the bed.

Poking her head into your shared room with Tony, Natasha knocked on the door.
“Y/N?” Natasha asked, not willing to go in the bedroom and drag you out in fear of being blinded.
“Nat?” you called out from the bedroom, confused.
“Do you need me for something?” you hurriedly asked your best friend.
“Yeah, I would go in but I would rather not see Stark that way ever,” Natasha dryly commented, a smirk on her face as you coughed and choked. The door opened and you appeared in the doorway, your face bright red. Just as Natasha predicted, Tony was in bed, his signature smirk plastered on his face. Averting her eyes, Natasha looked at you and dragged you out of the room.
“Hey, what is it?” you worriedly asked your friend.
“We need to go out,” Natasha informed you, saying no more.

After hours of shopping with Natasha for the New Years party, you collapsed on the couch.
“Y/N, you okay?” Steve asked with concern showing in his voice and face. You snapped.
“No! Because for the past eight and a half hours, I had to shop with Natasha! Do you realise the horror?!” you yelled, scaring Thor who was in the kitchen.
“I am so so sorry, how are you feeling? I know the pain,” Clint sympathetically told you, appearing out of the vents. You groaned in response.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, you and Tony had a tradition of just staying in bed until noon. Curling closer to Tony, you felt his arms tighten around you. Lazily smiling at your boyfriend, you leaned your head on his chest.
“Love you,” you sleepily muttered to your boyfriend.
“Love you more,” Tony smiled as he snuggled into you. The two of you cuddled for as long as you could.

When it was party time, Tony kissed your head and grabbed your hand.
“Stay with me?” you whispered to Tony, your social anxiety bubbling up. Squeezing your hand, he nodded.
“Of course love,” Tony gave you a smile meant just for you as the two of you entered the room. All eyes went to the two of you and you felt the stares boring into you, judging you on every movement you made. Every time, they would do this for every event you appeared at. Even though this happened to you for the last four years, you were not used to it at all. Gripping onto Tony’s hand, you took a deep breath and smiled.

As it drew nearer to midnight, you and Tony snuck out of the party on one of the balconies. Hugging you from behind, you felt Tony’s arms envelop your waist.
“Do we have to stay? We could go to our bedroom right now and cuddle some more,” you whined, knowing the answer. Laughing, Tony kissed your head and shook his head.
“I’m sorry love, we have to be at this party, reputation,” Tony frowned as regret showed on his face. Turning around, in Tony’s arms you reached up and toyed with a loose strand of his hair. You bit your lip and let your arms fall around his neck.
10...
“I love you so much,” Tony murmured in your ear.
“I love you, Tony,” you muttered to the love of your life.
9...
The two of you clearly heard the shouts of the people counting down. Tony was leaning in, you following.
“To a new year and new beginnings,” you breathed.
“To a new year and new beginnings,” Tony echoed, his smile on his face.
7...
Breaking away from your embrace, you looked confused as Tony knelt down on one knee.
“So, Y/N L/N, the love of my life, we’re at the start of a new year and a new beginning, will you do me the best honour in the world and become my wife?” Tony proposed, getting a gasp from you. Tears falling, you nodded, a huge smile on your face. Tackling your fiancé you laughed, your tears mixing with Tony’s as you heard the final countdown.
3…
2...
1…
Your lips met and before your eyes closed, you saw the fireworks showering New York.

Chapter Text

Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 3569

Warnings: Angst, no happy ending (for Tony), Tony feels, mentioned character death

Timeline: Starts anytime after The Avengers (2012)

There are three rules in the universe.
1) There is no such thing as a soulmate.
2) There is no such thing as love at first sight.
3) Happily ever after doesn’t exist.
Tony Stark managed to break all three of them.

It was common knowledge that if one had a tally mark, it meant love. A red line for a requited love usually meant celebration. You loved them, they loved you back. Simple as that. A black mark for unrequited love always meant despair. You loved them, they didn’t love you back. The worst mark that one could get was a scarred line. Either you loved them, they loved you, you loved each other and then one of the pair died. Tony Stark had one red line. You, on the other hand, had one simple scarred mark.

Tony had loved Pepper. And Pepper loved Tony. That was clear. They both had the red mark on their wrists to prove it. But they both fell out of love. It was as simple as that, waking up and not loving each other. Agreeing to just stay friends, they split. Pepper found someone that she would love for eternity and Tony had watched on, cheering for his friend and ex-lover. For now, he was content with being alone. Alone protected him.

You loved Justin. You knew that he loved you back. But that was before the accident. The accident had changed your life and ended Justin’s. You both had the red tally line that confirmed your love. And that unsuspecting Tuesday had changed that red line to a scar at 6:48 PM. You and Justin had been best friends since the two of you were five and of course, those platonic feelings had developed into romantic ones. At first, you had gotten a black line and you knew exactly who it was. Despairing, you had hidden the line from everyone and swore that you would never tell or show Justin. Two years later, at age fifteen, the line finally turned red. That was one of the happiest days of your life. Eight years, three months, six days and seven hours later, was the worst day of your life.

The day Tony met you was the anniversary of Justin’s death. It was the second year of having that horrid scarred line that reminded you of your first and only love every single day. You were recently employed for Stark Industries and to say you were thrilled was an understatement. It was your dream to work here, this was the happiest you were since Justin. Looking around the lobby, you took in the view. And that’s when one Tony Stark ran into you.

You were having one of the worst days ever. It was the anniversary of his death, you woke up late, you didn’t get your coffee, and now you ran into your boss Tony Stark.
“Mr Stark! I am so so sorry! I didn’t see you there and I’m new and having a horrible day and-” you tried to explain before being cut off.
“It’s no big deal, you’re fine Ms…” he waved off, trailing off at the end. It took you a minute before realising he was asking for your name.
“Oh, Y/N L/N,” you introduced, sticking out your hand to shake. Taking it, he smoothly lifted it to his mouth and tenderly kissed it. Tensing slightly, you smile weakly and let your hand fall to your side.
“Very nice to meet you Ms Y/N L/N,” he smirked, one that you always saw on the news.
“Nice to meet you too Mr Stark,” you formally addressed him-your boss you reminded yourself-and tried to escape.
“Ms L/N?” The concern in his voice made you pause and turn to look at your boss.
“Yes?” you answered, evening your breathing and taking deep breaths.
“Who was it?” the billionaire softly asked you, nodding to your wrist where he no doubt saw your scarred mark. Swallowing, you choked up silently and didn’t meet his eyes.
“His name was Justin. It’s been two years. It’s the anniversary today,” you quietly told him, still avoiding his searching gaze.
“What the hell are you doing here then? Go home and take the day off, eat some ice cream and some other shit,” he gently but firmly demanded of you. Deep down, you wanted to argue with him but being to defeated, all you did was nod and quietly thank your boss.

You were all on Tony’s mind for the entire day. While he was tinkering with one of his suits, his mind wandered back to you. After a couple of minutes of him mentally dismissing you-which failed miserably-he finally gave up on his suits.
“JARVIS could you pull up everything on Y/N L/N?” he asked the AI, telling himself that he just wanted information and had no other interest for the H/C haired woman.
“Of course sir. Pulling up all files of Y/N L/N.” Tony made an interested sound and looked to the articles, files, information displayed in front of him. His eyes scanned the info presented in front of him, seeing the pictures taken. There were many of her with a tall sandy-haired guy with the clearest green eyes Tony had ever seen in his life. There were tons of pictures of this guy-who he assumed to be Justin-smiling and kissing Y/N. Eyes narrowing on a picture of Y/N and Justin cuddling, Tony passed by a file that caught his eye.
“JARVIS? Tell me, why would SHIELD have a file of Y/N L/N?”

Sinking into your bed, you let your mind wander to the subject that you promised you would never think or talk about after his death. Love. You knew that by now, many people would’ve gotten over their first love that died but you just couldn’t let go. Justin was your first friend, first love, first boyfriend, first everything. You couldn't just let that all go and blow away forever. Deep down, you knew that Justin would’ve wanted you to move on and live your life and to be happy. But you still felt like you were betraying him by being with another guy. Just like how you thought you were betraying him by thinking of a certain genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

When you entered the lobby, you were surprised to see Tony Stark waiting.
“Mr Stark,” you greeted, a small smile on your face.
“Ms Y/N L/N,” he started, eyebrows lifted, “how are you feeling? Better?” Slightly touched that he would go out of his way to find and talk to you, you nodded.
“Yes, I’m feeling much better than yesterday, thank you,” you answered, ducking your head.
“So you tell me because I have no clue and that’s something that no one has ever heard, why exactly does SHIELD have a file on you?” he bluntly asked, glancing down at you. Shocked, you looked up from the ground and at Tony. Eyes wide, you glanced around for any nearby people.
“Shh! Do you want me to get caught? Especially here! Fury would throw a hissy fit!” you hissed at the billionaire who was currently looking dumbfounded.
“You work with SHIELD,” Tony stated, blinking fast.
“Yes, I work with SHIELD! Why is that always surprising, is it because I’m a girl?” your eyes narrowed as they scanned Tony. Shaking his head, he stuttered.
“No! Well, you seemed, well, um, oh and please don’t take this the wrong way, I want to keep all of my body parts, kinda weak?” When you glared at Tony, he put his hands up in surrender quicker than a flash.
“No! Not physically! I meant, um, mentally and emotionally? I mean the whole ‘dead lover’ person? Wait, that part is true yeah?” Tony quickly asked, eyes full of badly hidden fear.
“Just shut up Stark. I need a place to talk where there’s no one walking in and hearing us. This is classified information. I really shouldn’t be talking to you about this…” you trailed off, realising that this could jeopardise your career at SHIELD.
“Hold on,” you informed him, already pulling out your phone.
“Of course. I have a feeling that you wouldn’t let any other response stop you but,” Tony shrugged, keeping his voice small in case you got all mad and killed him or something. Rolling your eyes, you dialled SHIELD.
“Fury.”
“Agent L/N. Stark found out. He is currently here beside me,” you informed your other boss, smirking slightly when you heard Fury’s groan.
“Go on, tell him. If you don’t he’ll just hack it later,” Fury dismissed, a slight hint of disapproval and annoyance in his voice.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Is that all?” Fury asked, no doubt having his finger hovering over the ‘end call’ and waiting for your confirmation.
“Yes sir,” you confirmed, glancing at Tony. He gave you a thumbs up.
“I’ll see you at HQ,” Fury responded and hung up. Shaking your head slightly, you turned back to Tony.
“Well Stark, I have been given permission,” you smiled, giving him an okay sign.
“Well, catch me up then. Because I am terribly lost. And cherish that when you can because you’re never going to hear that from me ever again.”

Finding a private room was surprisingly difficult. People gave you looks, most likely assuming that Tony was back to his playboy ways and you were just a victim but you didn’t care. Pushing him into the room, you closed the door and locked it.
“Turn off all cameras, recording devices, and everything that could have a faint clue about what I’m about to tell you,” you demanded, turning to the billionaire. Nodding, Tony repeated what you said to his AI and you checked the room for anything. When it was all clear, you let out a long breath.
“Sorry that I’m so paranoid about this. No one but a couple select people knows about this, might I mention,” you told Tony, raising your brows.
“Really? I feel so honoured,” Tony smirked, leaning in ever so slightly. Snorting, you rolled your eyes.
“Totally regretting my decision,” you groaned, shoving Tony’s chest away.
“Now I feel offended,” Tony shook his head, his smirk still firmly set on his face. You rolled your eyes again.

Settling down, you took a deep breath.
“So, where do I start. Um, well, so Justin was true. I moved, Justin was my first friend, we became best friends, I fell in love with him, a couple years later, he loved me back, we started dating and years later, he… died in the, uh, accident. Fast forward to maybe three months. I was still in the post-denial state; you know, denying that he ever died. SHIELD found me like that and said that they, um, wanted me to join. I should probably mention that I have powers.” You briefly paused to see Tony’s reaction. He kept blinking and staring at you.
“What?”
“Yeah, I have the ability to control the probability. It’s actually really fun and super useful. Like, I say that there is a 100% chance of you giving me a thousand dollars and you give it,” you explained. An unknown force seemed to control Tony as he pulled out a thousand dollars and handed it to you. As soon as the money touched your hand, he shook himself out of the daze and looked at your hand which held the money.
“Woah. That’s insane. You could get anything you want. A war to stop. A guy to love you. A lifetime supply of shawarma,” Tony listed with awe. You cocked an eyebrow.
“Lifetime supply of shawarma?” Tony nodded seriously.
“It’s shawarma,” Tony stated like it explained everything. Shrugging, you went on telling him your story.
“I don’t really like using it, it gives me too much control. But, I still use it for small things or for my amusement. Or if I just want to. When SHIELD asked me to join, I accepted, duh, and I trained both my power and my body. I became an agent and did things a regular agent would do. And that’s when everything went downhill. HYDRA got me on one of my missions. They experimented on me, fascinated by powers. They obviously wanted it, having this much power could change everything. They brainwashed me for a while and called me Chance. They were using me to do all of their shit. Eventually, SHIELD came in and saved me. I recovered but not fully. I had PTSD and I still have flashbacks of HYDRA. I could see everything that I was doing as Chance and it still haunts me. HYDRA took my memories, my family, my friends, my life. They’re all dead because of me. Not just them, the people that I killed, they made me see it. I had full control over my thoughts and I saw everything.
“My life went on but I tried not to use my power anymore. After what I did to those people, I couldn’t. I took a break from SHIELD and tried to live what was left of my life. I tried to see other guys but they were all douches and arseholes. I eventually stopped seeing them and after eight months, I went back to SHIELD. That’s how I ended up here, undercover. We believe that someone, classified, has some, uh, valuable information that would help us greatly,” you finished, your explanation no doubt shocking Tony.
“What?”

After laughing at Tony and then laughing at him some more, you tried to go more in depth of your powers and answered all of his questions. Finishing that all up, you bit your lip in anticipation of his real response now that he knew everything.
“Wanna get some shawarma? There’s a really good place a couple blocks down, and I know you haven’t had it before so let’s go,” Tony waved his hand at you which made your brows furrow in confusion.
“So you aren't going to freak out and I dunno, freak out?” you questioned, looking at the billionaire in shock and even more confusion.
“Nah, that’s too much work. Let’s go, shawarma is awaiting,” Tony gestured to the door as he walked slowly out of the room. You blinked and shook your head at the great mysteries of Tony Stark.

In time, you and Tony became best friends, the closest of friends. After a couple of years passed, you were proud to say that you had successfully moved on from your first love. Of course, there were off days and you missed Justin even more than you thought it was possible but Tony was always there. He was there to be the shoulder to cry on, the hand to hold, the best friend you once had. But you never let the hard days win and kept pushing through.

The day that everything changed was exactly two years, four months, twenty days and seven hours after you first ran into Tony Stark. You, however, had no knowledge of this change, Tony was the one who the first aware. Because on that day that changed everything, Tony Stark woke up to see a single black tally line. And he knew exactly who it was for. Y/N L/N.

As Tony walked into the room with his usual swagger, you narrowed your eyes at your best friend.
“Something bad is happening,” you stated, pointing at your friend.
“What? Wha, what do you mean?” Tony stuttered, a panicked look showing on his face. Laughing, you shook your head and lightly shoved Tony.
“I’m pulling your leg Tone,” you affectionately told your friend, giving Tony a huge smile. You pulled him down for a long hug.
“Cuddles?” you cutely asked your friend, needing some physical contact.
“Of course! I would never miss our cuddles for the world,” Tony told you, giving you a mock offended glare as if he would ever miss your cuddles. Brightening up, you tackled Tony onto a nearby couch and cosied yourself up to your best friend.
“Thanks, Tone, you’re the best friend everyone wants,” you grinned as you cuddled into the warmth of Tony’s body.
“Of course I am, I’m Tony fu-” he started off before you cut in with, “Language!” Snickering, you shook your head, realising that Steve was finally getting to you.
“Sorry. Tony freaking Stark, Iron Man, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Well, not so much playboy anymore but still. Everyone wants to be my best friend,” Tony smirked, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer if that was even possible.
“I don’t want Iron Man or the genius or the billionaire or the playboy or the philanthropist. I just want Tony Stark,” you informed your best friend sleepily, your eyes drooping and yawn stifling. Before Tony could come up with something smart to shoot back at you, you were already asleep, leaning against Tony with your head tucked under his chin, curling your arms around his body which made it impossible for him to move without waking you. Relaxing, Tony checked to make sure that you were properly asleep before letting his eyes shut and tightening his grip on you, knowing that this was going to be one of the rare times he would ever hold you like this.

When you woke, you were distinctly aware of the warm, strong arms that held you. Another thing that you were aware of was the snickers and the whispers of people who you, unfortunately, knew very well and also knew that most, if not all of them, were taking pictures.
“Just friends my arse,” Sam muttered, a round of agreement chorusing the statement.
“If they don’t like each other even slightly over platonic, you all owe me a hundred bucks each,” Clint whispered to the team, a serious look on his face as some of the Avengers agreed while others shoved Clint and hit him.
“Why aren’t they dating?” Yawning, you blinked your eyes a couple times as you made out a group of blurry figures in front of you. Before the team could scatter, you woke up and saw the entire team looking at you with an ‘oh shit we just got caught’ look.
“Hey, guys! Sorry for staying, I accidentally fell asleep,” you apologised with a sweet smile on your face as you yawned again. Untangling yourself from Tony, you tried not to wake him up but he woke up anyways.
“Why are you guys here?” Tony asked, cocking an eyebrow, hiding the fact that he desperately missed you in his arms.
“You guys fell asleep in a public place. And it’s us. You should’ve known,” Natasha commented from her perch on an arm from a nearby armchair.
“So? We just fell asleep while cuddling, what’s the big deal? Don’t friends do it all the time?” you furrowed your brows, looking from Tony to the team in confusion.
“Honey…” Natasha trailed off, not wanting to be the one to break it to you.
“Can we not do this?” Tony asked, a sort of uncomfortable look on his face. Giggling at the expression on Tony’s face, you missed the exchange of eye rolls of the other Avengers and the look of total adoration on Tony’s face.

When you first saw the tally mark on Tony’s wrist, you were freaking out. Your mind was racing at a hundred miles per hour and you had no idea how to approach this. Three almost four years had passed since Tony had first received the mark and you had no clue until a couple hours ago. Deciding to confront Tony, you asked JARVIS where Tony was currently. After finding his whereabouts, you bit your lip and decided to just do it.
“Hey Tone?” you asked your friend, twiddling your thumbs.
“Yeah sweetheart?” he called from the table he was working at, fiddling with some mechanical stuff.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your mark?” you blurted out, wanting to get it over with.
“What?”
“Your mark! I saw it earlier and it’s black! Why didn’t you tell be Tone? I thought that we would tell each other everything,” you told him, a hurt tone and expression to match on your face that Tony just wanted to wipe off your face. Cursing himself for causing you to feel that way, he shook his head.
“No no no! Y/N I didn’t mean this, I, I was going to tell you but I just didn’t know how! I got it a few weeks ago and I was trying to figure out how to tell you!” Tony felt horrible for lying straight to your face but damn he would do anything in the world right now to stop the look of downright hurt on your face and wipe away the tears that he caused. Instantly, his words had an effect on you and you visibly brightened up.
“Really?”
“Of course darling! You’re my best friend, I would never keep anything from you!” The pain and ache in Tony’s chest throbbed as he uttered those words, wanting to tell you everything, the lies, his love for you, the mark was actually yours and everything. But he didn’t and kept smiling as you wiped your tears and apologised and then launched yourself into asking him on everything about his mystery girl. Little did you know that everything Tony was describing was really everything he loved about you.

Chapter Text

Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 3845

Warnings: Angst, unhappy ending, happy ending, unrequited love

Timeline: Two years after Part One

un•re•quit•ed (adj). (of a feeling, especially love) not returned or rewarded.

As the years passed, Tony’s love for you only grew and the black line grew even more black if that was even possible. The ache in Tony’s heart grew more dull with each passing day but still present every day. But when you excitedly showed Tony your new found red mark, his heart shattered the already shattered pieces even further than he thought was possible.

Of course, you had fallen in love with the most perfect guy ever. He had a stable job, made decent money, was handsome enough, volunteered for anything that would help the world, and most importantly, loved you more than anything. His love for you was clear to anyone, even to the blind. And you happened to love him back. One thought ran through Tony’s mind over and over as soon as you told Tony about the guy you loved. Why couldn’t it be me?

Tony tried not to let his heartbreak show.
“His name is Alexander but he likes Alex. He’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met and he’s absolutely brilliant! Tone, you have to meet him, you’ll love him!” you had happily described, a lovesick smile on your face.
“He actually looks a lot like you, it shocked me at first. He has the same chocolate brown eyes and has a really similar shade of hair. It’s kinda creepy of how much he looks like you,” you nudged your best friend who tried to smile.
“Really? Maybe I had some twin that I didn’t know about,” Tony smirked as the very thought of you dating and loving a secret twin didn’t make him sick in the stomach.
“That would be cool,” you agreed, cocking your head to the side in an adorable way that made Tony’s heart lurch.
“It’s my duty as the best friend to know everything about this Alex guy so spill the tea,” Tony demanded, draping his arm on your shoulders. Giggling, you shook your head.
“Um, he has a stable job and isn’t a superhero from what I know of and oh! He volunteers at this puppy shelter and he brought me there once and it was so adorable!” you squealed, shaking Tony’s arm.
“The puppies were the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and now I’m determined to get one,” you declared, looking unusually serious. Tony tried to keep it down but he couldn’t. He burst into laughter and when he saw the confused expression on your face, he laughed even harder.
“What?” you asked, perplexed.
“You, you were so serious!” Tony managed to get out around his laughter. Pouting, you crossed your arms and waited for Tony to stop laughing.
“Aww, I just remembered how cute and adorable you look when you pout,” Tony cooed, his laughter ceasing for a moment until the thought of you being serious set him off again.
“Stop it,” you whined, your pout returning once again.
“Alright, alright,” Tony laughed, hands up in surrender.
“So when do I get to meet this Alex guy?”
“How about… now?”

Tony was going to die. That was clear. You had gone to the loo and left him and Alex at the same table. And Tony was suffocating from the awkwardness and jealousy fuming off of himself.
“Wow, I didn’t expect Tony Stark to be my girlfriend’s best friend,” Alex smiled, a perfect smile on a perfect face. Tony never wanted to punch someone in the face more than now.
“Yeah, we’ve been best friends for years,” Tony responded nonchalantly, waving his hand around Alex’s general direction.
“I don’t want to intrude,” Alex started, with Tony thinking, you already did, “but who is the mark for?” Blinking, Tony looked at Alex.
“The black tally mark,” Alex clarified, nodding to Tony’s left wrist. Stiffening, Tony let his walls back up.
“I would rather not say,” Tony coldly stated, slipping his hand into his pocket, the action no doubt noticed by Alex.
“Hey, guys! How are you getting along?” Tony’s head swivelled and saw you making your way back.
“We’re good,” Tony responded, making sure that he used a warm tone, a complete turn from the tone he was using on Alex only moments before.
“That’s brilliant!” The smile that Tony received made his heart pound and made everything seem like nothing else mattered.

Sighing, Tony raked a hand through his hair. The black line seemed to be taunting him, the thick black line staring up at him. Tony had taken up the habit of staring at the black line for hours and hours on end every day.
“Sir, Ms Y/N is coming down.”
“Thanks, JARVIS,” Tony responded, combing a hand through his hair. As the lift ‘dinged’ and you stepped out, Tony had his cocky smirk plastered on as you entered the lab.
“Hey, Tone!”
“Hey, sweetheart,” Tony winked, smiling as he watched you giggle. His heart fluttered like in those sappy romance novels or badly written fanfiction.
“I just came down to say hi and give you some coffee,” you held up a mug of fresh coffee, steam still visible as you walked closer to Tony. Grinning at you, Tony took the mug and took a long swing.
“Thanks, sweetheart. I needed my hourly coffee. You know me so well,” Tony teased, a fond smile on his face as he looked at you.
“What are best friends for?” you responded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Um, I also wanted to talk to you about something,” you started, nervousness shadowing your face.
“Of course,” Tony replied, taking another swing of the coffee, trying to hide his anxiousness. Did she find out?
“Uh, I was wondering about what you think about Alex?”

Almost choking on his coffee, Tony tried to play it cool.
“Oh, Alex-the-guy-you-love-Alex? I guess he’s okay. He seems decent. Feel like he would give you the universe and beyond if you asked. ‘Cause you he knows that you deserve the universe and beyond,” Tony truthfully answered, a painful twist in the heart when he spoke about Alex. Because no matter how much he lied, both to himself and to you, Tony knew that deep down, Alex was perfect for you. Tony knew that Alex was The One for you and no matter how much Tony loved you, he could never truly have you. Because Tony wasn’t The One for you. Alex was. And Tony’s heart shattered into dust as you lit up and gave Tony the happiest smile he’s ever seen since knowing you.

As the months flew by, Tony watched from the sidelines as your relationship with Alex grew and grew. The two of you were already serious, being in love and whatnot but not even after a full year passed, Alex asked you to move in with him. Happily, you agreed. Tony tried to do everything he could do in his power not to punch Alex in his stupidly perfect teeth when the couple announced that the two of you were moving in together. Tony gritted his teeth and congratulated them, not saying anything to his teammates who looked at Tony in pity when he passed by them during his hasty escape. Ever since Natasha had found Tony looking at the stupid black line and forced him to tell her everything, Natasha had told Bruce, in hopes that the scientist could cheer up Tony. That conversation was overheard by Clint in the air vents who told Wanda, and then who told Vision and so on. Soon the whole team knew of Tony’s ‘secret’ and unrequited love for you. And you still had no idea.

Almost eighteen months had passed when you brought up a topic.
“Tone?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Do you think I should tell Alex about, uh, about my power?” With that sentence, Tony froze and turned away from the Iron Man suit he was working on.
“You haven’t told him already?” Tony asked, searching your eyes for any signs of deceit.
“I’m, I’m scared that, uh, that would scare him away,” you voice hardly above a whisper. The remains of Tony’s heart melted, the heartbroken look on your face easily being the worst thing Tony has ever seen.
“Darling, if that scares him away, then he’s a fu-uh freaking idiot. Anybody would be an idiot to let you go,” Tony firmly told you, striding over to you and easily embracing you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his body and asked, “You really think so?” Pulling away, Tony held you at arm’s length and looked you deep in the eyes and nodded.
“Yes, I really do think so.” The following day, you had told Alex. Alex had supported you unconditionally.

Another year had passed when Alex approached Tony. Their relationship was a bit strained after the cafe incident. And Tony had a hutch that Alex knew of Tony’s feelings for you. Plus, Alex was dating Y/N L/N, the love of Tony’s and Alex’s life. Because of that, Tony wanted to hate Alex. He really did. But Alex was too likeable for anyone to truly hate. And you loved him. Even if Tony loved you and you didn’t love him back, your happiness was really all that mattered to Tony. So when Alex came up to Tony, Tony didn’t immediately roll his eyes and scoff. So when Alex asked for Tony’s permission to ask you to marry him, Tony didn’t immediately shut Alex down. So when Tony had his answer, Tony said yes. Because the only thing that mattered was you. And if Tony wasn’t happy but you were, then everything would be okay.

When you came running up to Tony, screaming in joy, Tony knew that Alex had done it. You had excitedly shown Tony the modest silver ring, set with a diamond flanked by sapphire on either side. While you had embraced Tony, Tony thought to himself that he could’ve done better. But looking down at you, Tony could see that the joy and happiness on your face was indescribable and you were the happiest he had ever seen on a person. Tony hesitated, not knowing what to do next. So instead, he hugged you back, letting you be happy.
Four months passed before the happy couple sent out the invitations. Another month passed before you had asked Tony to walk you down the aisle, your parents have passed away a couple years back. Tearfully, Tony had accepted. He wondered if you were doing this on purpose, or if the universe was torturing him for all the bad things he’s ever done. But then again, Tony Stark did not believe in the universe.

Happy Ending

Tony began counting down the days until the wedding, the day drawing closer and closer. With every passing day, the black line seemed to be getting darker if that was even possible. While he was supposed to give you away, you had also asked Tony to be your Man of Honour. By now, Tony was on the verge of turning back to drinking. The universe must really like toying with him.

Finally, after days of preparing, waiting, and anticipating, the day finally came. Y/N L/N and Alexander Philip’s wedding. Tony was standing in front of the mirror, in a crisp, new black suit with a white tie. A blood red rose was pinned to his collar, as all of the groomsmen would be wearing. Ironically, the blood red colour perfectly matched the red line on your and Alex’s wrists. Sighing, Tony straightened out his suit and ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair again, messing up the careful styling. This was the happiest day of your life. If you were happy, then he could be too.

But as the hour drew nearer and nearer, he couldn’t deal with it. Leaving the hall where he was supposed to wait in for his entrance, Tony hunted down the room where you were supposed to be in. Knocking on the door, Tony waited patiently before one of your bridesmaids poked her head open.
“You’re not allowed to see- Oh. Okay, sorry we thought you were Alex,” Sophie, Tony recalled, apologised.
“No problem. Could I speak with Y/N real quick?” Tony smoothly asked, like his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest. Nodding, Sophie opened the door wide enough for Tony to slip through before grabbing him and shoving him in. Slamming the door behind him, Sophie apologised once again.
“Sorry, we can’t let Alex see her if he decides to stop by. Probably will, surprised he hasn’t yet,” Sophie explained, a thoughtful look overtaking her freckled face. Tony humming half-heartedly in response.
“Don’t worry, it’s just Tony,” Sophie called out to you and your other bridesmaids. Running out of the changing room or whatever it was, Maya, Natasha, Wanda, Brianna and Sara all entered the main room and saw Tony and Sophie.
“Hey, Tony! Nice to see you again. Here to see Y/N,” Maya nodded, her brown curls bouncing as the last part coming out as a statement and not a question.
“Hello, ladies. Yeah, I just need to talk to Y/N for a couple minutes, that okay?” Tony asked, looking over your best friends. Nodding, the six bridesmaids left the room, leaving Tony alone. Last chance to back out. Steeling himself, Tony entered your room.

You were standing in front of a huge mirror that stretched from floor to ceiling. As Tony entered the room, you saw him in the mirror and turned.
“Tone!” Still standing in the doorway, Tony could only stare. Jaw hanging, he looked over you. In a plain white dress, Tony looked over your sleeveless dress, marvelling on about how something so plain and simple could be so beautiful. Your dress was a sight to look at but to Tony, you were the real sight. But he did admit that you looked stunning in that dress and deep down, Tony wished that the dress was for him. You set down your pink and white rose bouquet on a nearby table and rushed to hug him.
“God, Y/N… You look, you look absolutely stunning,” Tony managed to tell you after semi-recovering from his daze.
“Tony, I’m getting married today. I, I love Alex but I don’t know,” you stressed, wringing your hands. Showing concern, Tony felt guilty for internally celebrating.
“Oh, sweetheart, marriage is a huge step. It’s perfectly fine if you feel like this,” Tony tried to comfort.
“No, Tony I’m not nervous. I’m scared about this, I honestly don’t know if I can be with Alex for the rest of my life. I’m, I’m not sure anymore. Tony, please help me,” you begged, starting to tear up. Panicking, Tony fumbled.
“Sweetheart, if you leave, then there’s no coming back. No matter what. Understand?” When you tearfully nodded, Tony sighed. He could tell you later.
“Of course I’ll help you. C’mon, the wedding is supposed to start in thirty minutes.”
“Thank you, Tony. For everything.”

It was two years after what Tony called ‘The One Where Y/N Ran Away’ like it was a Friends episode. The black line was still there. Tony still loved you. You still remained blissfully oblivious. But, it was a Friday morning when Tony woke up to a dark pink, almost red line. Tony stared at the formerly black line in shock. This couldn’t mean… Elated, Tony could practically feel his heart doing cartwheels and skipping every other beat.
“JARVIS, search everything and find out exactly what a dark pink line means.”
“Sir, I have found that a dark pink line means that one is being ‘crushed on’ and is most likely to turn to a red line.” Y/N L/N had a crush on Tony Stark. The universe seemed to be looking up. Finally.

Angsty Ending

Tony began counting down the days until the wedding, the day drawing closer and closer. With every passing day, the black line seemed to be getting darker if that was even possible. While he was supposed to give you away, you had also asked Tony to be your Man of Honour. By now, Tony was on the verge of turning back to drinking. The universe must really like toying with him.

Finally, after days of preparing, waiting, and anticipating, the day finally came. Y/N L/N and Alexander Philip’s wedding. Tony was standing in front of the mirror, in a crisp, new black suit with a white tie. A blood red rose was pinned to his collar, as all of the groomsmen would be wearing. Ironically, the blood red colour perfectly matched the red line on your and Alex’s wrists. Sighing,
Tony straightened out his suit and ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair again, messing up the careful styling. This was the happiest day of your life. If you were happy, then he could be too.

Tony had debated for months since you announced the two of you were in a super serious relationship if he should tell you. Get it off his chest, and then leave for years and return to New York when you have lone gone to live with someone that you would love. But after reasoning and rationalising, Tony finally decided not to tell you. Unrequited love hurt but if you knew that Tony loved you, Tony had a feeling that you would shut him out. And Tony would much rather feel the heartbreak every time you walked into a room with Alex than never seeing you ever again. You were worth it.

But as the hour drew nearer and nearer, he couldn’t deal with it. Leaving the hall where he was supposed to wait in for his entrance, Tony hunted down the room where you were supposed to be in. Knocking on the door, Tony waited patiently before one of your bridesmaids poked her head open.
“You’re not allowed to see- Oh. Okay, sorry we thought you were Alex,” Sophie, Tony recalled, apologised.
“No problem. Could I speak with Y/N real quick?” Tony smoothly asked, like his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest. Nodding, Sophie opened the door wide enough for Tony to slip through before grabbing him and shoving him in. Slamming the door behind him, Sophie apologised once again.
“Sorry, we can’t let Alex see her if he decides to stop by. Probably will, surprised he hasn’t yet,” Sophie explained, a thoughtful look overtaking her freckled face. Tony humming half-heartedly in response.
“Don’t worry, it’s just Tony,” Sophie called out to you and your other bridesmaids. Running out of the changing room or whatever it was, Maya, Natasha, Wanda, Brianna and Sara all entered the main room and saw Tony and Sophie.
“Hey, Tony! Nice to see you again. Here to see Y/N,” Maya nodded, her brown curls boucing as the last part coming out as a statement and not a question.
“Hello, ladies. Yeah, I just need to talk to Y/N for a couple minutes, that okay?” Tony asked, looking over your best friends. Nodding, the six bridesmaids left the room, leaving Tony alone. Last chance to back out. Steeling himself, Tony entered your room.

You were standing in front of a huge mirror that stretched from floor to ceiling. As Tony entered the room, you saw him in the mirror and turned.
“Tone!” Still standing in the You doorway, Tony could only stare. Jaw hanging, he looked over you. In a plain white dress, Tony looked over your sleeveless dress, marvelling on about how something so plain and simple could be so beautiful. Your dress was a sight to look at but to Tony, you were the real sight. But he did admit that you looked stunning in that dress and deep down, Tony wished that the dress was for him. You set down your pink and white rose bouquet on a nearby table and rushed to hug him.
“God, Y/N… You look, you look absolutely stunning,” Tony managed to tell you after semi-recovering from his daze.
“Tony, I’m getting married today!” One look at you and Tony could tell how happy and ecstatic you were. He couldn’t ruin that. Stuffing his feelings deep into a box, he locked it and shoved it into the deepest corner of his mind.
“When did you grow up on me,” Tony teased, flinging an arm around your shoulders.
“While you were tinkering in your lab,” you shot back, teasing him back.
“Wounded sweetheart,” Tony snarked. You rolled your eyes and shoved him away.
“Tone, I’m going to be married in less than an hour. I honestly expected I would be forty-five when I would get married. But here I am, marrying the love of my life. We also need to get you, someone, to help you get over your black line. Whoever she, or he is, they’re an idiot to not love you.” Tony bitterly laughed. Did you really not know that you were the love of his life?
“It’s fine sweetheart. I still love her but it’s okay now. She’s happy and is engaged to someone perfect. She deserves better than me,” Tony truthfully dismissed, tugging his sleeve over the black mark. You shook your head fiercely.
“No Tony, anyone would be lucky to have you. Now, shush about this ‘she deserves better than me’ crap and after this, I’ll set you up with a friend who I think you’ll like,” you firmly informed Tony, your tone leaving no room for argument. Sighing, Tony agreed, knowing this was a battle he wouldn’t win.
“Good. Now, help me choose what to read?”

You were now married. To Alex. Not Tony. Every time he saw you, it was a punch in the gut. But now, it was like someone had ripped out his heart, crushed it and then glued it back together and then crushed it again. You were happy though. Anyone could tell. Even when you and Tony went out, as friends as Tony kept thinking, strangers would tell you that you were glowing from happiness. And it was true, you were radiating joy, screaming happy to everyone in a mile radius. You were happy which was the most important thing. So it didn’t really matter when Tony kept thinking about telling you. You were happy and that’s why you lived happily while Tony had his heart crushed every single day. All for you. Because in the end, it was always you. The universe seemed to be looking down. Again.

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Stephen Strange x Reader

Word Count: 509 (Told you it was short)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, lovesick Stephen

Timeline: After Doctor Strange (2016) and before Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

Stephen watched from the doorway to your shared bedroom. You were sound asleep, snuggled up under the covers. Fondly gazing on the love of his life, Stephen felt a nudge and swivelled around. Drawing his magic, he prepared for a fight, hoping that he wouldn’t wake you up when he realised it was just the Cloak. Sighing, Stephen relaxed and turned away. But when the nudging kept persisting, Stephen sighed again and once again turned to the Cloak and quietly asked, “What?” The Cloak gently pushed Stephen closer to you.
“No, I can’t wake her up,” Stephen gently told Cloak.
“Too late for that.” Stephen turned to see you bleary-eyed and giving him a smile that stopped his heart.
“Sorry I woke you, Cloak was being a pain in my arse,” Stephen explained, getting an adorable tiny giggle that made his heart flutter and caused the butterflies that never existed before you, fly.
“It’s okay, love. Are you going to…?” you started before trailing off, knowing that your message would be understood. Stephen hesitated, hating the way that he was the one causing the hurt expression on your beautiful face.
“I don’t know, love,” Stephen tentatively started, “I’ll just keep you up.”
“Stay? Please?” Stephen didn’t hesitate this time after hearing your broken question. Rushing over to the bed that Stephen barely used anymore, he bundled you up in his arms and rested his chin on your head. You wrapped your arms around him and tucked yourself even closer to him.
“I’m sorry, love. I won’t ever leave you. I promise,” Stephen murmured into your hair. Hugging him tighter, you inhaled his scent and burrowed your head in his neck.
“Promise?” you asked, your voice breaking the tiniest bit, just how Stephen’s heart broke the tiniest bit after hearing it.
“I promise. I’ll never leave you. I’m sorry I’ve been distant lately. I’m so so sorry, I’ve had so much stress with being Sorcerer Supreme, Avenger duties, saving the universe and I know that that’s a shitty excuse for not being with you. I’m sorry Y/N. I love you so so much,” Stephen apologised, hugging you even closer than before.
“It’s okay Stephen. I understand how stressful it is to save the universe over, and over, and over again,” you lightly teased, a small smile on your face. Pulling away just enough to look at your face, Stephen looked at you, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you teasing me, Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, Honorary Avenger, Saver of the Universe, superhero?”
“Maybe I am,” you teased, a smile stretching across your face. Booping your nose, Stephen delighted in your noticeably bigger grin.
“Ooh! Can we cuddle? We haven’t cuddled in ages!” you excitedly asked, not knowing the twinge of guilt that your words had caused in Stephen’s heart.
“Of course we can. Do you even need to ask?”
“Yay! C’mon, I’m freezing cold,” you whined, a smile on your face despite your complaint. Stephen rolled his eye half-heartedly and followed you, knowing in the end, he would follow you anywhere.

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 684

Warnings: None

Timeline: During The Avengers (2012)

You glared at the villain between the bars of your cell. When Loki had first come to Earth, you had stood up to him and in return, he captured you. Honestly, you thought it was better than being mind controlled by his sceptre like how Clint and Erik were, as well as countless of others under Loki’s spell.
“Well, aren’t you going to yell at me like you’ve been doing for the past week? I’ll be honest, I’ve been looking forward to our little sessions,” Loki smirked, those stupidly white teeth glinting in the light. And the absolute genius you were, you stuck your tongue out in response.
“Lost that quick wit hmm. You know, for a lowly Midgardian, I have been growing quite, ah, fond of you. I think I’ll just keep you,” Loki mused, his stupid smirk spreading on his stupidly handsome face. Why were the villains always so hot?

Maybe three or four days later and Loki still hasn’t visited you. Which was weird. It had become a daily routine for the Norse god to make time and come down to see you. So you assumed that either he was too busy, he just didn’t care anymore, or he was captured by SHIELD or someone else. You were frightened of your response of even thinking of Loki being captured. Sure, he was a villain, but you thought everyone deserves second chances. Besides, you were pretty sure he was being mind controlled as well. You saw how Clint’s eyes changed when Loki first came and mind controlled Clint. If the mythology books you read when Thor first crashed on Earth were right, you were pretty sure Loki’s eyes were emerald green. Right now, they were the same shade of blue Clint’s were. Everyone deserves second chances. Even villains. Even Loki.

So, when Loki finally came back to visit you after a total of eight days, you had no idea what to do.
“Ahh. Agent L/N. Heard quite a bit of you from the Avengers,” Loki sneered, as the word itself left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“The what?” you asked, making sure you were hearing it right. You’ve heard of the Initiative from Fury and Hill but you never thought that it was going to go in action or even work. Fury had approached you in 2009, a year after Stark had said those famous words, “I am Iron Man,” and asked if you wanted to join the Avengers Initiative. You had accepted, originally thinking that it was going to fail and it wouldn’t work. But if it really had launched and was working…
“The Avengers. Heard of them?” Loki asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“I was asked to join them. I didn’t think it would work though…” you trailed off.
“Is that so? Interesting,” Loki mused. And with that, he left.

He was back. Your heart swelled. After the disappearing act he pulled, you had been slightly afraid that he wouldn’t come back. Even if he was a villain, he was company in the dark and lonely dungeon. He strolled into the room like he owned it and threw off his dark green cape. It landed at the foot of your cell.
“My job is nearly complete. Your city is in ruins.” You took your chance while he was rambling, knowing that he would almost never stop if he started rambling. You quietly and quickly grabbed his cape and slipped it through the bars of your cell. Loki didn’t even notice.
“You will all-” the villain paused, and raised an eyebrow. “You’re wrapped up in my cape.” Wrapped up in the thick, warm fabric, your face only visible, your expression was mixed between a scowl and a pout.
“It’s way too cold down here, and you left it in reach. If you weren’t too lazy enough to actually heat this place while you kept me as a prisoner, I wouldn’t have to turn to steal.”
“You look adorable,” Loki commented, forcing himself to add a sneer in his voice. Because you were. To him, you were warm, tiny, adorable and perfect.

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Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1571

Warnings: Small spoilers for the How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World (2019), cursing, Natasha throwing a knife at Tony near a certain place...

Timeline: Present day with Avengers: Infinity War (2019) not happening; basically an AU where everyone is living at the Compound and is happy

Eyes wide, you watched the new How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World trailer. As the video ended, you hurriedly replayed the trailer. But the fifth or sixth (okay maybe fifteenth) time you watched it, you noticed something. Focusing on Hiccup, you paused the video at the shot of him with his new beard.
“Okay, has this already been done?” you muttered to yourself, a small smirk creeping onto your face. You took a screenshot and pulled up a picture you took of Steve before he ditched his wonderful beard. To say that you were heartbroken when Steve told you that he was getting rid of his beard is an understatement. Sending Steve the pictures of both of the pictures, you typed, you look like Hiccup and waited for a response. When you saw that Steve had read the message, you smirked and waited as you saw that Steve was typing a response. I look like who?

Gasping, you immediately asked FRIDAY where Steve was.
“Mr Rogers is currently in his room.” Running out of your room, you sprinted to Steve’s room. Flinging open the door, you saw Steve’s head swing up and his eyes met yours.
“Y/N?”
“What the fuck do you mean by, ‘I look like who?’” you demanded, shoving your phone in Steve’s face which displayed the text message.
“Langage,” Steve muttered before responding with, “I’m really sorry Y/N, but I honestly don’t know who this Hiccup is.”
“Okay, that is it, we are watching all of the How to Train Your Dragon movies right now. I’ll convince Tony to convince someone to get The Hidden World somehow,” you informed Steve of your plan.
“Okay? Is this dragon movie really good?” Steve stupidly asked you.
“I’m going to pretend like I didn’t hear that sentence,” you commented, pursuing your lips. Laughing at your words, Steve shook his head.
“Sorry Y/N, we can both pretend that I didn’t say anything then,” Steve joked, nudging your shoulder.
“Alright, I’ll be right back, I’m going to convince Tony to get us The Hidden World. Then, we can really have fun,” you rubbed your hands in anticipation, a fake evil smirk on your face to sell the act. Steve just laughed harder. You pouted in response.

After hours of convincing, both on your part and on Tony’s, you finally got The Hidden World.
“Finally!” you shouted as you saw the all-clear message from Tony. You checked your account and indeed saw the movie you’ve been waiting for ever since you watched the second movie of the trilogy.
“Alright Steve, get comfy ‘cause we’re going to be here for the next five-ish hours,” you declared to a slightly frightened Steve.

By the time you and Steve got everything set up with the movie ready to start on the TV in the lounge, popcorn popping away in the microwave, a handful of blankets tossed around the couch, some of your fellow teammates had come out from their rooms to see why the two of you were making so much noise.
“Okay, so what are you guys doing now?” Clint curiously asked from a nearby vent where his head was poking out.
“We’re watching How to Train Your Dragon! Steve has never watched believe it or not,” you sarcastically commented which got a gasp out of Clint.
“You haven’t watched the best movie trilogy there is? Okay, maybe that’s debatable but really Cap?” Clint asked, climbing out of the vent to plop onto a nearby armchair.
“Which is why we’re watching it right now,” Steve muttered, rolling his eyes indiscreetly.
“We’re having a movie night, sweet! I love How to Train Your Dragon, Cassie made us watch it all the time,” a new voice came from behind you and Steve. Scott jumped up and down like a little kid, which in a way he kind of was, and leapt onto another couch.
“Okay, guess we are having movie night then, cool,” you shrugged, looking at Steve if he minded. Which he really didn’t. He shrugged in response and grabbed a blanket for the two of you. So you started the movie.

By the time the first movie ended, Thor had wandered in after you were all ten minutes in, Peter had come in shortly after Thor, Bruce from the depths of the lab, and Wanda and Vision had come in about halfway through holding hands.
“Alright Steve, what did you think?” you asked eagerly, waiting for his opinion.
“Shh, I’ll tell you about what I think after we watch,” Steve deadpanned, pinning you down with a stare. You just laughed and started the second movie.

Again, when the movie ended, you looked around and saw that you had drawn Natasha out of the safety of her room, Bucky from the gym, Stephen from wherever he always was, and even Loki had come out of the library or his room.
“So, what-” you tried to start before being cut off by everyone.
“Shut up and start the third!” So you started the finale.

When the movie ended, not a single eye was dry. Even Tony had come up from the lab for the long-awaited movie and claimed to ‘see what the big ruckus was about’ and was pretending not to be crying.
“My eyes are just sweating, that’s all,” Tony tried to say, wiping the ‘sweat’ out of his eyes.
“Functioning words are not, correct order not,” Peter mumbled, tears still visible in his eyes.
“Why?” you wailed, tears still pouring down your face.
“It was only a movie, why are these tears falling,” Loki growled, swiping furiously at his tears.
“This is why I stay away from you guys when I do stay, you all make me cry,” Bucky irritatedly pointed out, not really being taken seriously with the tears trickling down his face.
“I’m not sure to thank Y/N or curse her,” Scott somberly informed the group, the downbeat look on his face a stark contrast from his normal playful expression.
“Don’t worry Scott, I’m in the same boat,” Steve agreed, looking down at your shaking form. You just patted Steve’s bicep and kept crying.

The next day, convinced yourself to watch The Hidden World again, even though you knew you would cry again. And you did. Oh, you definitely cried. You wandered in the kitchen and you drew stares.
“Y/N? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did anyone hurt you?” Steve protectively asked you, striding across the kitchen to look you over.
“I’m okay. No, someone didn’t hurt me. I just, uh, I just made a mistake,” you muttered, head hanging down.
“She rewatched The Hidden World,” Natasha glanced towards you before plopping onto the counter.
“What? Why would you do that to yourself? Alone too,” Steve scolded you, giving you The Eyebrows of Disappointment.
“I don’t know, I was sleep deprived,” you muttered, not meeting Steve’s eyes. Instead, you just wrapped your arms around Steve’s body and tucked your head against his chest.
“What’s wrong with Y/N? Or did Steve finally man up and ask Y/N out after years of pining?” Tony remarked, heading straight for the coffee maker. You stiffened and you felt Steve become tense.
“Um, what?” you asked, breaking your embrace to look at Steve and then Tony and then back to Steve.
“Wait, Y/N didn’t know? Ooh, shit is going down,” Tony commented, a huge smirk on his face which was wiped when Natasha threw a knife dangerously in between Tony’s legs.
“Wait, you like me?” you softly asked Steve who was looking everywhere but you.
“Uh, yeah, I really like you a lot, but I know that you only see me as a friend, so we can forget this ever happened. It’s okay, I mean, I’ll still like you but uh, we can pretend and um-” Steve rambled until you decided. So you cut him off by pulling him down for a soft and sweet kiss.
“I like you too, dumbass,” you smiled when the two of you pulled away for air.
“AVENGERS ASSEMBLE, STEVE AND Y/N HAS SAILED, I REPEAT, STEVE AND Y/N HAS SAILED. THE MAIN KITCHEN, NOW,” Tony yelled into a hidden speaker which no doubt was broadcasted to the whole Compound. Flushing, you pulled Steve’s body to yours once again and hid your face in his chest.
“Steve, Tony is being a jerk,” you complained to Steve, a huge pout on your face. Steve laughed, pulled you closer to him and mock glared at Tony.
“How dare you be a jerk to my lady,” Steve pretended to be mad and wasn’t taken seriously at all with his laughter. Two high pitched squeals were heard from the entrance of the kitchen as you turned your head to see Wanda and Scott.
“You guys are finally together!” Wanda screeched as she tackled you in a massive hug. Grinning, you hugged your friend as she ranted about how long it took for you guys to finally get your acts together and confess your mutual feelings. You glanced at Steve who was currently being assaulted by Scott who was saying things about his OTP and shipping and other nonsense. When Wanda let you go, you smiled at Steve as he leaned down for another kiss. It was almost as good as the first one.
“Dammit, they’re going to be all lovey, fluffy, and cuddly and we’re going to be constantly reminded about how single we are.”

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Carol Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 1142

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CAPTAIN MARVEL! DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET! I WARNED YOU. Angst, super small Steve x Reader, mentioned character deaths

Timeline: After Captain Marvel (2019) and during/After Avengers: Endgame (2019) but Endgame obviously isn't out yet so just my thought of how it'll end

The Snap. The moment when Thanos had snapped, half of the world had disintegrated. Bucky, Wanda, Groot, T’Challa, Sam, Fury, Hill were only a few of the people who died in The Snap. You, Steve, Thor, Natasha, Bruce, Rhodey, Rocket, Scott, were some of the confirmed Avengers that had survived. You had no idea if Tony had survived, the last that anyone had heard from the genius, billionaire, former playboy, philanthropist was when he was facing Thanos’ children in New York. The moment the surviving Avengers had returned from Wakanda and set foot in New York, you were all bombarded with questions from the press, civilians, and the remaining government. What raised the most questions out of you was the beeping pager. It was found by Natasha right outside a SHIELD car that had Fury and Hill’s fingerprints all over it. After a dusting, you had found that the pager was indeed used by Nick Fury. There were an extremely old set of prints found on the pager as well, maybe twenty years old. But the most interesting thing about the beeping pager was the symbol it displayed. A gold eight-pointed star, with red on top and blue on the bottom.

A week had passed since The Snap. A week of not knowing what the hell was in Bruce’s lab and who it was calling. You leaned against the entrance of the lab where Steve, Natasha, Bruce and Rhodey were observing the pager.
“We did. It’s still plugged in, it just, it just stopped.”
“Reboot it. Send the signal again.” You walked in the lab to see Nat and Steve talking about the pager.
“Hey, guys. Still have any clue on who it’s sending it to?” you asked, taking a glance towards the said pager.
“Hey, Y/N. Yeah, no luck,” Steve replied, looking at you with tired eyes. You all had tired and dead eyes at this point.
“Yeah, well we don’t even know what this is,” Rhodey commented, waving a hand at the pager.
"Fury did,” Natasha’s voice cut through the air, drawing eyes towards the now blonde spy. “Just do it, please. Tell me the second you get a signal. I wanna know who was on the other end of that thing.” There was a slight pause before you heard it. The sound of a person entering the room as you all looked to the silent intruder.
“Where is Fury,” the woman's voice was low with barely controlled rage, her hands starting to glow a bright golden mist. The five of you stared in shock at the newcomer. Frozen in shock and partial fear, the woman’s eyes started to glow in what you guessed anger and her hands glowed even brighter.
“I said. Where. Is. Fury?”

After you had cleared up everything that had happened, you collapsed onto a nearby couch.
“So, your name is Carol Danvers, you were human but turned Kree, thought Skrulls were the bad guys, then found out that the Kree were keeping secrets, unleashed badarse bitch on them, and then helped the Skrulls find a home. Did I get that right?” Carol let out a laugh which you found a bit more enjoyable then you should’ve.
“When you say it like that,” Carol shook her head.
“Okay, my turn. Your name is Y/N L/N, you’re a human, found out that you were a mutant at age fourteen, have elemental powers, joined the Avengers, did some badarse stuff, then fought this evil giant wrinkled purple grape. Did I get that right?” Carol recited, cocking an eyebrow at you. Giggling, you nodded.
“Yup. Wow, my life is so dull compared to yours,” you laughed at your new friend. Laughing along, Carol smiled brightly at you. You briefly wished for her to keep smiling at you.

You had done it. The Avengers had defeated Thanos, that ugly wrinkled purple grape. But you also knew what that meant. Carol would leave. In the brief time she was on Earth, the two of you had gotten close. Not in the way you would’ve preferred but still close. She told you of the planets she saw and the people she saved. She told you that she never stayed in one place for too long. Which included Earth. You were informed that the last time she was on Earth was when she gave that pager to Fury. Which was twenty-four years ago. You wondered if she would remember you.

She did leave. Not even a week passed after you had defeated Thanos.
“I’m sorry. I’ll see you around, Y/N L/N.” Her last words to you before she turned around without a second glance and left. Was it really that easy for her to turn and leave?

You moved on. It took you a while, about two years, but you still did. You helped the world recover from Thanos. You helped the Avengers recover from it. The people who died would never be forgotten. You figured, in a way, Carol sort of did die. For you at least. She never did come back. You knew that. The first year, you were in deep denial, thinking Thanos wasn’t dead, Carol would come back, your friends were really all dead. The second year was better. You knew that Thanos was dead. Your friends and family were all alive. But, you held out hope for Carol. She would come back, right? I’ll see you around. Your thing. Never goodbyes, the two of you said. Just until we meet again. The third year, you accepted the fact that Carol Danvers would not be coming back to Earth. Carol Danvers would not be coming back to you.

Carol’s POV

From the shadows, she watched you. You were laughing louder than Carol had ever made you laugh. The metal on your left hand glinted in the bright sunlight and very nearly blinded Carol. Not just because of the light or the metal. But the sight of you laughing at the actions of your husband. You leaned in and sweetly kissed your husband as your two kids groaned at the sight. Carol’s heart clenched at the sight of your youngest, who looked exactly like you. The moment Carol had left Earth, she felt like she had left her heart behind. But she didn’t return. Or, at least that you were aware of. Every couple of months, Carol had silently returned to her former home and kept watch over you from a safe distance. The day Carol had found out that you were seeing your future husband, what was left of Carol’s heart shattered to dust. When you were at the altar with your husband, Carol never did regret anything else so much than the overwhelming regret that she was feeling then. But you deserved this life more than any other person out in the multiverse.
“I’m sorry. Goodbye, Y/N Rogers.”

Chapter Text

Clint Barton x Reader

Word Count: 4038

Warnings: Light angst, unrealistic love, some Forth Wall Breaking

Timeline: A mix of Modern!AU, Coffeeshop!AU, Soulmate!AU, Neighbour!AU so doesn't have a set time

Yawning, you turn over in your bed, head sinking deeper into your pillow. However, your peaceful sleep lasted for a total of four minutes before your alarm woke you for another day of living. Sighing, you turned and slammed your hand down on your alarm clock and shut it off. You briefly debated calling it a sick day but you shot down the idea. You were the owner of the best coffee shop in town. All of the others didn’t even compare to yours and all of the residents knew that your shop was the best. That’s why almost all of them flocked to your shop every single day. The rest of the people who didn’t go to your shop was always new or in habit to go to a different shop. You gathered the strength to get out of the comfort of your bed and got up.

Being the best coffee shop in town, you heard all of the latest gossips.
“Y/N! How are you?” one of your favourite customers, a friendly old man named Stan, asked you as you started making his usual.
“I’m brilliant, thanks for asking Stan,” you beamed as you passed his drink to him.
“Cheers, Y/N! Also, there’s this new guy in town who has no idea how fantastic you and this heavenly place is,” Stan informed you with a wink as he took a swing of his drink. You laughed, waving goodbye to your friend.
“Hey, Y/N/N! The usual,” your best friend, Lynx, grinned as she leaned against the counter.
“Hey, Lynx! What’s up? You look like you’re dying to tell me something,” you asked, cocking a brow.
“Okay, well, you didn’t hear it from me, but there’s this totally hot new guy in town. Your type, hands down. Hell, if I wasn’t dating Steve I would want a piece of that guy. He’s hot, Y/N/N,” Lynx informs you, her serious expression unusual on her face.
“Woah, slow down Lynx. Let me take care of customers and then tell me about the hot guy. Can you hang around or is Steve waiting on you for something I don’t need to know about?” you asked, slightly hoping that Lynx’s sweet boyfriend wasn’t waiting for her.
“Nope, Steve didn’t text if he does need me. Besides, this guy is hot enough to stick around,” Lynx smirked, her dark brown eyes sparkling with mischief. You just rolled your eyes and continued with orders, ignoring your best friend.

You brushed a strand of hair that fell in your face out of the way and got the courage to face Lynx, who was still sitting in the corner of the mostly empty shop.
“Okay, mostly done. Spill,” you demanded. You would be lying if Lynx hadn’t piqued your interest.
“Spill what? I finished my seven cups of coffee ages ago,” Lynx casually shrugged. You sighed then glared at your supposed best friend.
“Fine. Spill the tea on the hot guy who you think is a perfect match for me,” you demand, pinning Lynx down with a glare.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Lynx sarcastically said, rolling her eyes. “His name is Clint Barton and he is your soulmate.”

Raising your eyebrows, you tilt your head.
“Soulmates don’t exist but sure, keep talking.”
“He has this really cute mop of dirty blond hair and I normally don’t like the messy type but damn. Uh, he has these piercing blue eyes and amazing arms. Like, no joke fantastic. I think I saw a bow in the passenger seat of his car and I know how much you love archers. He even had this huge coffee pot, like the size of my head huge, with him and he chugged the whole thing in a couple of seconds. Oh! He was also covered in plasters in this really cute way; he had a tiny little one on his nose, it was so cute. He has this adorable brown dog and it was actually the cutest dog ever. I could go on and on, this guy is actually your soulmate Y/N,” Lynx stared you down, her brown eyes staring into the depths of your soul.
“Okay, but that doesn’t cover his personality. What if this Clint is like super mad all the time and doesn’t date? Or if he’s gay or something? Or if he already is dating someone? Or if we meet but he doesn’t like me or I’m not his type? You have to consider that too,” you listed, trying desperately not to get your hopes up. From Lynx’s description, Clint Barton did sound like he was your soulmate. But soulmates don’t exist. Clint Barton was not your soulmate. Right?

You changed your mind. Clint Barton was definitely your soulmate. Turns out that he was moving in the apartment next door. With every minute, your life was turning into a bad fanfiction. Coffee shop, soulmate, and now next door neighbour. What next? Clint is really a secret government agent and he’s really here undercover or he’s really a superhero and this is just a Modern AU? You spotted Clint outside the vacant apartment next door to you and safely assumed that Clint had moved in or was moving in next door.
“Hi! Are you moving in next door?” your voice rang out and you couldn’t help but cringe at your poor word choice.
“Hi! Yup. I assume you’re my new next door neighbour?” Clint responded with a wave.
“Yeah, nice to have a new neighbour around here. I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N,” you introduced, a small but welcoming smile on your face.
“Clint Barton. Wait, I heard about you! You’re the owner of the coffee shop a little bit down that way, right? I’ve heard amazing things about you and your shop!” Clint enthusiastically informed you, causing a swell of pride at this new information.
“Yeah, I run the coffee shop. Everyone calls it the best in town but I think they’re just exaggerating,” you modestly tell Clint, fiddling with your hands.
“Well, we could go down there together and see if I’m wrong?” Was that an invitation to a date? Was it a date if you owned the place you were going to? God, you were honestly horrible when it came to telling if it was a date or not. What could you say to that? How would you respond to that?
“Sure. It would be nice to see a person who doesn't think my coffee is best in town,” you shrugged like you didn’t panic over what this was and didn’t edit what you were saying in your mind to Clint a thousand times. So the two of you went on your maybe date.

Turns out, you were the best coffee Clint had ever had.
“Best coffee in the town? Best coffee in the world!” Clint exclaimed, causing you to flush with pride.
“I still think you’re, uh, exaggerating um, but, uh, thanks,” you mumbled to respond to Clint’s comment.
“I am definitely not exaggerating, that was the best coffee I’ve had in, no, that was the best coffee I’ve ever had,” Clint declares, getting a giggle out of you. You’ve only known Clint for a couple of hours but you knew by now that Clint was rarely this passionate about many things.
“Aww, thanks, Clint! That means a lot to me,” you grinned at your new friend. The two of you chatted about anything at mind until you were in front of your apartment doors.
“Wow, here already? That went by fast,” you muttered, surprised at how well you and Clint were getting along.
“I know right? Those last, what, five hours went by like seconds,” Clint agreed, nodding his head up and down.
“Five hours? Wow, time flies when you’re having fun with a fun person,” you smiled, surprised with yourself. You normally didn’t say thing like that to people you met five hours ago. But with Clint, it felt like you’ve known him for ages.

Your alarm woke you. Once again, you slammed your hand down on the alarm, shutting it off. Once again, you debated calling in sick. Once again, you shot the idea down; but today, it was for a different reason. Before Clint and you parted ways and entered your separate apartments, Clint had promised you that he would now only go to your coffee shop. You shot up out of bed and hurriedly got ready. After your normal shower, your eyes lingered on your mostly unused makeup.
“Why not,” you muttered to yourself, wanting to wear a tiny amount. Not to impress Clint, you told yourself. You know, like a liar. Quickly applying the smallest amount of makeup, you brushed your teeth while attempting to towel your hair dry. Eventually, you gave up and just brushed your hair, your hair now straight as paper. A quick glance at the time told you that you were slightly behind; you were normally having a small breakfast right now.
“I’ll just sneak a bagel or something at the shop,” you convinced yourself, biting your lip. You normally didn’t like to eat from the small selection of food you had at the shop.
“I really have to hire more employees,” you sighed, massaging your temples. You got dressed and grabbed your purse and phone. You really were behind schedule today. Bracing yourself for today, you walked out of the door only to see one Clint Barton exiting his apartment at the same time.

You were pleasantly surprised at the sight of Clint. He still hadn’t noticed you yet so you took the time to take in Clint. He was wearing a purple t-shirt with jeans that revealed Clint’s fantastic arse perfectly. Shaking yourself out of your daze, you chose to acknowledge Clint.
“Hey, neighbour!” Clint’s head swung up and searched the hallway before landing on you. His blue eyes lit up and he walked towards you which ignited a feeling in your gut.
“Hey, neighbour! You look amazing! Going to that amazing shop of yours?” Clint asked, a smile forming on both of your faces.
“Aww, thanks! Yup, got to run this place, right? Want to join me on the hazardous trek to the coffee shop?” you smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course, who would be there to protect you if I let you go alone? What gentleman would I be then?” Clint teased, a smile on his face that wanted to make you lean over and kiss him. That feeling made you slightly frightened of that damned smile.

Lynx was there waiting for you. Dammit, how could you have forgotten about her? She would tease you until you die about Clint. Groaning, you realised that you would have to introduce Clint to your best friend.
“What is it?” Clint asked you, a concerned expression on his face.
“I just realised that my best friend will be at the shop and I have to introduce you two. Then she’ll tease me to no end,” you whined before your brain caught up with your mouth. Shit.
“What will she tease you about?” Clint asked with a shit-eating grin. Dammit.
“Nothing,” you replied quickly.
“Nothing huh? Nothing to do with me being there perhaps?” Clint grinned even wider with that shit-eating grin again. You groaned again, knowing you were stuck.
“Fine! So yesterday, Lynx, my friend, was telling me about you and how she thought you would be a perfect match for me and you were my soulmate. Then, I went on about what ifs and soulmates aren't real and you wouldn’t be a perfect match for me. Now we’re walking in together? She’s going to be on my arse,” you groan for the millionth time that morning. You take a quick glance at Clint to see a strange look on his face.
“Am I really that bad when you haven’t even met me and you were already making excuses that we would be a bad couple?”
“What? No! I, uh, I don’t get asked out very much and no one actually thinks of me that way so I wasn’t sure why anyone would like me,” you hurriedly explained yourself, wondering if you made a huge mistake.
“People astound me, how could anyone not like you or ask you out? I nearly did the second I laid eyes on you,” Clint whispered, lightly trailing a calloused hand down your cheek.
“You, you did?” you stumbled over your words at the new information Clint had told you.
“How could I not? You’re an amazing person, so kind and passionate, you’re so beautiful, you make amazing coffee, and I could go on and on. Then I began to know you and I wondered how could anyone this wonderful ever like a mess like me?” Clint sadly smiled, breaking your heart. Cupping Clint’s face in your hands, you stared furiously into his teary blue eyes.
“No Clint, how could you ever like me? You have a brilliant personality, you always make me laugh, you were literally the reason I got out of bed today. I know we’ve only known each other for less than a day, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. If I’m getting cheesy enough to say that, you should know that I care so much about you. I’m never cheesy. Unless it’s for you. And that was so cheesy,” you try to smile, your tears that you didn’t even know were there obscuring your vision.
“God, we’re both a mess. We’ve known each other for less than a day and we’re both crying over each other? In what world,” Clint tries to joke, tears still falling from his perfect blue eyes.
“We must be soulmates then. This really is a bad fanfiction then,” you smile as Clint’s hands cup your face. You gaze deeper into the eyes that you could get lost in.
“As long as we’re soulmates, I don’t care if this is some bad fanfiction that some random teenager girl wrote because she was bored,” Clint smiled as the two of you unconsciously leaned in.
“We both can’t be cheesy,” you tilt your head, never breaking eye contact as you move your hands from Clint’s face to around his neck. Your faces were now barely apart and you could count his eyelashes. If you leaned in any further, you would be kissing and you were definitely not impartial to that. So you did. You leaned in and you felt his lips respond to yours. You were kissing Clint Barton and you never felt anymore right.

Lynx was there with Steve this time. There was a time where you and Steve had once been an item but you were too different and broke up. Sure, you had found the blond, blue-eyed, tall, muscular man handsome but you broke up, Lynx moved into town, you befriended her, Steve then started dating Lynx, and everything was fine. You had a grand total of one crappy date after that and then three years later, Clint moved into town. When you and Clint walked into the coffee shop, hands interlocked and loving glances, Lynx and Steve exchanged huge grins.
“So. Not his type huh?”
“Shut up,” you grumbled, burrowing deeper into Clint. His arms wrapped around your waist and you turned your head to glance at him lovingly.
“I cannot believe they’ve only known each other for less than a day,” Lynx muttered, “They act like they’ve known each other their whole lives.”
“Shush, we were like that. Let them have their honeymoon phase,” Steve murmurs in Lynx’s ear. Lynx just pouts in response.
“Why aren’t we like that?”

The year flew by with Clint by your side. Before that day where you had shared that tearful first kiss had ended, the entire town knew about you and Clint. If they didn’t know before the day ended, they would’ve seen you and Clint together anyways. As the year passed, the entire town, Lynx and yourself included, had expected you and Clint to pass the common honeymoon phase in the expected time. There even was a betting pool on how long the honeymoon phase would last between you that you and Clint pretended not to know about; even when everyone knew that you and Clint knew about it. The two of you had exchanged ‘I love you’ at around the four-month mark, followed shortly by Clint asking you to meet his parents at the six and a half mark. Clint had met your parents at the seven and a half month mark; you found that your parents fell in love with Clint the second he walked into their home. At your one year anniversary, Clint had given you a key to his apartment with you giving him yours a couple of days later. You both knew that this relationship was going a bit fast but you both didn’t mind. You just didn’t want it to end.

Another year passed with Clint. Somehow, it was almost better than the first year. Halfway through the year, Clint had asked if you would move in with him and you were more than happy to say yes. A month after you had moved in, you had found hearing aids and was heartbroken. When you confronted Clint, you had your first massive fight. You were pissed at him for keeping this from you and Clint being mad, telling you that he didn’t have to tell you everything unless he wanted to. You had even gone to desperate measures and stayed with Lynx and Steve, who were now engaged. You felt bad for crashing at their place but they understood and you just needed time to think and time away from Clint for a little while. Eventually, after six days of staying with Lynx and Steve, you both realised that the other was worth it and made up. Plus, you couldn’t stand living with Lynx and Steve one more day. They were… gross.

The third year. You’ve heard so many things from everyone that this was the year where Clint should and would be proposing. You absolutely loved the idea of being married to Clint, he was Mr Right for you and you knew that you were Mrs Right for him too. So the thought of Clint not proposing was scary. All the dates where Clint would have proposed flew by, New Years, Valentines Day, April Fools, his birthday, your birthday, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and all of the other ones that were slipping from your mind. So that left your three year anniversary. December 29th. You were desperately hoping that Clint would propose then. Otherwise, you were picking a ring and proposing to him.

December 29th. Your three year anniversary. This was one of the few days where you closed the coffee shop and just sleep. Waking up and seeing Clint all dishevelled and sleepy was one of the best things in your life hands down. Clint himself was another one of those best things in your life as well. When you woke up on December 29th, you were disappointed to find Clint’s side of the bed cold. But, there was a loud bang coming from the kitchen alerting you that Clint was there, probably cooking something for you. You lazily smiled and stayed huddled under the warm covers.
“Y/N? You’re up right?” You turn your head to see Clint balancing two trays with his hands and Lucky wagging his tail right behind him.
“Yeah, I’m up. Kind of hard to stay sleeping when there’s a huge bang coming from your kitchen,” you teased, sitting up in bed. Clint winced.
“Uh, sorry about that. I accidentally swung my arm and it knocked a pan into a pot in the cabinet and then Lucky-” you shot out of bed and kissed Clint, cutting out what he was saying. You also took the trays and set them on the nightstand which allowed Clint to wrap his arms around you.
“Happy third anniversary. I love you,” you smiled when you and Clint broke apart for air.
“Happy third anniversary. I love you too,” Clint echoed with a huge smile. Yup, you were definitely going to marry this guy someday.

You were almost certain that Clint was proposing today. It could’ve been passed as anniversary behaviour, but Clint never acted like this on your previous anniversaries. If Clint wasn’t proposing today, you would actually go and do it without a ring or anything. He was sweeter than normal, making sure you okay every ten minutes. It used to be every minute before you told Clint you were alright and he didn’t have to check on you every minute. It was pretty sweet though and cute, you admitted. Arms wrapped around you and you smiled, leaning your head back on Clint’s chest.
“How are you, love?”
“That’s a new one. I like it though. And I’m okay, no need for you to check on me every ten minutes. I’m fine,” you assured, turning around to face Clint.
“I’m sorry, love. I love you so much,” Clint apologised, gazing into your eyes.
“It’s okay Clint. C’mon, it’s almost time to go out, we can’t miss our date,” you beamed up at your boyfriend. He grinned back at you and you leaned into his warm embrace.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, love.”

It was perfect. Clint and you had already agreed from date one that fancy, overpriced places were overrated. So, you never went on dates to expensive places that suck and serve tiny food. Both of you liked original, romantic dates and this was the definition of a romantic date. Candles were lit, trees surrounding the small clearing, flower petals were scattered everywhere, the wind was blowing at a perfect amount, the food looked and smelled perfect and Clint Barton was perfect. His hair was not the mess it usually was, instead slicked back to a certain amount. You weren’t sure what you preferred. He wore a black suit that fitted his body figure with a blue tie that matched his eyes to the exact same shade. Clint Barton was perfect and he was yours.
“Take my hand,” Clint had asked you at the end of your perfect and amazing date.
“Why?” you curiously asked. He wasn’t normally comfortable with physical contact, a sad factor of his childhood and his early abuse.
“I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!” Clint blurted out, unable to keep it to himself. Your eyes welled with tears, happy ones. He raked a hand through his carefully made hair, messing it up.
“That’s, that’s not how it was supposed to go,” Clint sighed. You shook your head quickly.
“No! No, I couldn’t have it any other way. I definitely want to marry you, Clint Barton, you know why? Because I love you so much. I love you,” you whisper, stepping closer to him. He stepped closer, pulling you towards him.
“I’m going to do it right, so give me a chance, I only get to do this once, hopefully,” Clint murmured. He took a step back and got on one knee.
“Y/N L/N. I love you so much, you make me the happiest person alive. I want to spend my life with you, my forever. So, will you, the love of my life, please make me the happiest person in the universe and become my wife?” By the end of his speech, your tears were slipping from your eyes faster than you could blink. Throwing yourself into his arms, you nodded.
“Yes! Yes, a thousand times! I love you so much Clint, I would be so honoured to be your wife,” you sobbed, a huge smile on your face as Lucky trotted out of the trees, a pillow on his head. Lucky made his way to you and on the pillow, you saw a gorgeous diamond ring. It was a silver band with two small but beautiful diamonds set next to each other. Clint smiled at Lucky, taking the ring and scratching the dog quickly before turning back to you. He took your left hand and slid the ring slowly on your ring finger.
“I love you, Clint Barton.”
“And I love you, Y/N L/N.”

Chapter Text

Carol Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 2328

Warnings: Fluff, slight homophobia (is "damn lesbians" homophobia? I don't know, mentioning just in case), mutual pining, annoying!Tony, WLW!Reader (you choose), WLW!Carol (again, you choose)

Timeline: Present time but because I say so, AU where Avengers: Infinity War (2018) and Avengers: Endgame (2019) didn't happen but Carol still came to Earth

Singing quietly under your breath, you lit up as Carol Danvers AKA Captain Marvel entered the room. You shyly waved at her and felt your insides warm as Carol smiled and waved back at you.
“Watch out, she might find out about your gigantic crush on her if you keep smiling like that.” You whip your head to meet the eyes of your best friend.
“Oh shut up, Tony,” you grumbled as you glare at your supposed best friend.
“Just saying,” Tony raised his hands in surrender before slinging an arm around your shoulders. You rolled your eyes and attempted to move his arm off your shoulders.
“Move your heavy arm, Tone, I need to train,” you whined after many failed attempts which caused many smirks from Tony.
“What if I don’t want to move my arm?” Tony asked with a completely serious face.
“Then I’ll drag you somewhere where they’ll never find you, break every bone in your body, heal you, then do it all over again,” you informed Tony calmly with a neutral look on your face. White as a ghost, Tony quickly removed his arm and you smiled sweetly at him.
“Thanks, Tone! Love you!” you innocently beamed as you skipped out of the room, giving Carol a wave as you passed her.
“Tony Stark’s one fear; Y/N L/N,” came a voice from a nearby vent.
“Shut up Clint! Like your biggest fear isn’t Natasha.”

Focusing your attention on the punching bag, you felt your hands tingle with power and magic as you try to direct the energy to making the punching bag lift itself up. Your magic appeared yellow, your favoured colour which was amusing as your brothers favoured red and green. A perfect mix of your brothers. You were the middle child, being around 1300 years old, which was about 20 years in Midgardian years. As you concentrated, you forced your mind not to think of Carol.
“Hey, Y/N! Want to train with me?” Think of the devil, the devil shall appear.
“Hey, Carol! Sure! Hand-to-hand or powers?” you asked cheerfully, abandoning the punching bag you were focusing on.
“Let’s try powers shall we?” Carol threw you a devious grin that made you want to grab her face and snog her senseless.
“We shall,” you grinned, your Asgardian accent slipping through as you used the more formal words. Moving to the mat, your hands glowed yellow as you and Carol prepared to fight.
“Ready?”
“Ready the day I was born.”

You called a draw. You and Carol were so evenly matched that it was hard to see who was winning from the moment Carol lashed out with her powers. Carol was definitely more powerful than you, that was clear, but you were faster and you used your magic more often and therefore had better experience.
“Good fight! Don’t want to be on the opposite side of you at a fight,” Carol complimented, an impressed look on her face. You felt your face grow hotter than it already was, praying that Carol would pass it off from the fight.
“Thanks! Same goes for you, I would run for my life if I was fighting you,” you truthfully told Carol, pleased when Carol flushed a light pink. You decided that you quite liked the pink-peach colour on Carol’s cheeks.

Tony decided to take his chances with you and annoy you some more.
“C’mon Y/N, we never go out anymore, we can just go and get something to eat,” Tony pleaded, down on his knees, begging you in front of everyone. Under different circumstances, you would’ve been laughing along with the other Avengers but you were not amused.
“Shut the fuck up Tony, you know perfectly well that we go out a healthy amount,” you hissed, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation.
“Is that how to talk to me? Your one and only love in your life?” Tony asked you with a mock hurt expression, hand over his heart. You rolled your eyes and went back to ignoring Tony. But when you turned away from Tony, you missed the heartbroken look which was on Carol’s face.

When you escaped Tony, you sprinted to your room and collapsed on your bed.
“JARVIS, can you make sure that Tony can’t come in my room please?”
“Of course, Miss Y/N,” JARVIS responded, the faint sound of a lock clicking accompanying the AI’s voice. Not even seconds later, you hear a banging on your door and in your pillow, you smirk.
“Y/N, open up, I have news regarding your ahem,” Tony yelled through the door.
“You’re a mean person Tony Stark,” you yelled into your pillow, your words muffled through your pillow and the door. Lifting your head briefly, you sigh and ask JARVIS to unlock the door for Tony.
“What?” you snapped as you felt the weight of Tony sitting on your bed.
“So you remember earlier right?” Tony jumped straight into an early death.
“Yes, I seem to remember my humiliation vividly,” you dryly muttered, rolling your eyes as Tony paled.
“Uh, about that, please don’t kill me,” Tony winced, hands up in surrender.
“Still debating the pros and cons of killing you,” you groaned into your pillow which you had reacquainted your face with.
“Well, one of the cons would be that I know something about your ahem that you don’t,” Tony half singed, no doubt a classic Tony smirk plastered across his face.
“If you keep that up and don’t tell me, that really isn’t helping your case,” you grumbled, trying to convince yourself and Tony that you weren’t interested.
“Well, as I was saying, earlier when I did all of that, you missed the look on a Carol Danvers,” Tony continued, the words piquing your interest to move your head from your pillow.
“What?”
“Yeah, she had this heartbroken look on her face, she must’ve thought we were together. Which, I can get; we act like the couple we should be all the time,” Tony teased, nudging you with his shoulder. You just rolled your eyes for the millionth time at your best friend.

It was a week until you had the chance to see Carol. She had just returned from a long mission, and of course, was successful. To celebrate, Tony had decided to throw, another, party. If Carol hadn’t sought you out and asked you personally to come, you would’ve been in bed rewatching The Umbrella Academy or Doctor Who. You said yes though. How could you say no to Carol Danvers? It was unfair at how much power she had over you.
Your life was actually a cliche romance movie. In those overly cheesy movies, a character sits at the bar alone and someone walks up to them and hits on them, classic right? You thought it was overused. You also thought that it was the worst way to talk to someone ever. Which is why you were frowning at the person who sat next to you and began talking.
“Hey, beautiful. What’s a girl like you sitting here all alone?” God the most cliche line ever.
“Avoiding people like you,” you cooly responded.
“C’mon beautiful, at least tell me your name?”
“Oh, sorry, I’m so rude! My name is get lost,” you sharply informed him.
“C’mon beautiful, don’t be like that,” the man whined, an unpleasant smirk plastered across his face.
“I believe she told you to get lost.” You almost sigh with relief. Carol had come and saved you. Another cliche. God, your life was actually turning into a romance movie.
“Didn’t know you swung that way, damn lesbians,” the man muttered before finally leaving. You turned to your saviour and smiled.
“Thanks, Carol. You’re my hero,” you teased, your smile getting bigger as Carol grinned at you. Taking the seat where the man was previously seated, Carol turned to you with concern in her voice.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to track that douchebag down and hurt him?” Carol offered, a slightly eager look on her face as she spoke.
“No, it’s okay. It sucks, but I’m used to it now,” you sadly smiled, looking down at your drink. Frowning, Carol commented, “No one should ever be used to that.”
“I know. Society nowadays sucks,” you absentmindedly stirred your drink as you tried not to freak out that you were properly talking to Carol.
“Hey, do you want to get out of here? We could get milkshakes or something,” Carol suddenly suggested in the brief moment of silence. Your heart lurched before beating irregularly.
“Yeah, that sounds great,” you smiled, sliding out of your seat.
“Great! I know this amazing place that has these brilliant chocolate milkshakes,” Carol grinned at you, the grin, the one that made you want to grab her face and snog her until you die. The things Carol Danvers did to you.

You ended up sharing a milkshake. You both forgot your wallets, the change in your pockets combined only enough for one medium milkshake. They did give you two straws and a knowing glance. Were you that obvious?
“I feel like I know you but you’re a complete stranger at the same time,” Carol started, taking a sip from your shared milkshake, pink lips wrapped around the straw. You tore your gaze from her mouth and nodded quickly.
“Right! We never hang out, other than missions. Oh! Want to play a game?” you suggest, the perfect one coming to mind.
“Sure,” Carol shrugged, taking another sip of the milkshake.
“Twenty Questions, you ask a question, I answer, I ask a question, you answer. Dunno if you remember from the old days,” you teased, leaning forward to take a sip of the milkshake, never breaking eye contact.
“Did you just-?” Carol started before letting out a laugh.
“Ooh, I’m going to have fun with this. Anything we want?”
“Anything we want,” you confirmed, a smirk on your face as you realise that Carol had asked a question.
“That’s one of your questions by the way.”

The game flew by, your twenty questions well spent and wisely used. The last question arrived in a flash and you had wisely saved it.
“Okay, last question. Who do you like, romantically,” you added as an afterthought. Your heart was pounding in your chest, the anticipation building.
“Do we have to answer?” Carol whined, eyebrow raised at you.
“Yes, it’s the rules,” you state matter-of-factly.
“If you really want to know…” Carol trailed off, looking deep into your eyes. Unconsciously, you wet your lips and slowly lean in after realising that Carol was doing the same.
“It’s you,” Carol whispered before closing the distance between your lips. You let out a small gasp before you realised what was going on. You were kissing Carol Danvers. Your mind caught up with your surroundings and you kissed Carol back. When you parted, you looked around in shock.
“I just kissed Carol Danvers,” you muttered, blinking rapidly in shock.
“I just kissed Y/N L/N,” Carol teased, a grin on her face. You almost thought that she didn’t think too much about the kiss, but what gave her away was the slight disbelief hidden in her eyes.
“What took you so long? I was on the verge of breaking down your door and begging you to kiss me,” you raised an eyebrow, heat still coming off strong from your cheeks. Carol flushed pink and looked down at her lap.
“I wasn’t sure if you were into girls and I thought you were dating Tony,” Carol admitted, still not looking at your eyes.
“What? What made you think that Tony and I were dating?” you questioned, brow furrowed. Carol scoffed, a bitter sound that made you even more confused.
“Well, for one, you always cuddle up to him, you’re always around him, you act like a couple and you even look like a couple. Imagine what you guys look like to other people,” Carol informed you, crossing her arms. You open your mouth to respond but images seem to flash by of you and Tony.
“C’mon Y/N, we never go out anymore, we can just go and get something to eat.”
“Thanks, Tone! Love you!”
“I want cuddles, and I want them now.”
“What do you mean you don’t like it? I got it just for you and you say you don’t like it?” Now that you thought about it, you and Tony kind of did sound like a couple.
“Oh my god, we did sound like a couple,” you murmur under your breath.
“Yeah. See how that could be misleading towards a girl who liked you? I thought you were straight as a stick,” Carol explained, waving her hands around, making you wince at her words.
“Yeah, I’m so sorry about that, that’s how we always act and I didn’t think how it must’ve looked to you,” you apologised to Carol, raking a hand through your hair.
“God, my life has turned into some mediocre rom-com and I need to make it stop,” Carol complained, a small pout forming on her face. Stifling the urge to giggle, you looked down, avoiding eye contact.
“What if I was your love interest in that mediocre rom-com?” you shyly asked, still avoiding Carol’s searching eyes.
“Then I think I could allow my life to turn into that rom-com,” Carol whispered before lightly grabbing your chin and forcing you to look into Carol’s eyes. For the second time that day, your lips met with Carol Danvers.
“WHOO! I’M THE BEST MATCHMAKER EVER!” You broke the tender kiss to see Tony cheering across the street, sunglasses and a hoodie on, obviously trying to disguise as a citizen. You and Carol exchanged glances and rolled eyes. Throwing down the money you had leftover as a horrible tip-you reminded yourself that you would return here and leave a proper tip- you and Carol both rose and left the shop to murder Tony Stark. Life was good.

Chapter Text

College!Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3646

Warnings: Angst, cursing, misunderstandings, cute Peter

Timeline: College AU where Avengers: Endgame (2019) never happened and Peter quit being Spider-Man after the events of Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019)

It was like a fanfiction, the way your relationship was with Peter Parker. You and Peter were best friends ever since Midtown High School when you stood up for Peter against Flash who was mocking Peter for not having parents. Again. The day you stood up for Peter Parker, the two of you became inseparable. Even after you graduated, you and Peter were still best friends. And of course, both had massive crushes on the other. Not like the other knew though, right? Wrong. Ned, being the third in your “Holy Trinity” as you all called it, knew about Peter’s feelings for you and your feelings for Peter. So being the matchmaker he is, Ned hacked your phones and sent a text from the other confessing that they liked the other. It surprisingly worked and you and Peter shared a sweet kiss before agreeing to not murdering Ned. He did do a good job, both of you had to admit.

So the fanfiction went on. Cliches passed, tropes checked off the list, one by one. Your life with Peter was absolutely perfect, your relationship with Peter was absolutely perfect, your job was perfect, your entire life was perfect. Which is why you were kind of bored. Sure you loved your apple pie life and everything but you wanted some excitement and adventure. Which is why SHIELD came and recruited you. Which is why you said yes.

Peter swore he wasn’t pissed. No, he wasn’t mad at your decision to join SHIELD, he knew that you have your own choice on what you want to do. But he couldn’t help but be the tiniest bit pissed at SHIELD for trying to recruit Y/N and put her in danger. Being in with SHIELD tends to do that. After the events on his school trip that summer ages ago, Peter put up the Spider-Man mantle and hid the suit deep in his closet. He did take out the suit when he wanted to take a swing around New York but didn’t do it on a regular basis. After all what happened, Peter was ready to live his life, fighting and Spider-Man free. Peter had tried to keep Y/N out of his Spider-Man life as much and as long as possible but the villains caught up to him, the threats and kidnappings starting soon after Peter started dating Y/N. So Peter came clean to Y/N after she got kidnapped and Spider-Man had to rescue her. Y/N was obviously pissed at Peter. He did deserve it though.

Eventually, Peter got over the fact that you were a SHIELD agent. One of the best in your area, especially for your age and experience. Your superiors were shocked to hear that you’ve never had any formal training ever. From the way you held yourself and how comfortable you were, everyone was surprised to hear that piece of information. While you were good at the fighting portion of your training, the technology was the main reason why you joined. Yes, you went in missions occasionally, but you were more at home with your tech and data than guns and punches. To say Peter was relieved was an understatement.

One of the few times you get called onto a field mission, you get shot. Of course, you would get shot. If you weren’t bleeding out on a medical bed, rushing back to HQ, you would’ve rolled your eyes and scoffed. But you were bleeding out on a makeshift medical bed so you didn’t roll your eyes and scoff. Instead, you tried to say something so someone could inform Peter. Instead of talking, you just felt pain. Which was bad. You really should try to be more careful on field missions. Not that you weren't, but you were well known for being reckless, and not just in missions. You really should work on that.

All you could hear was the sound of rain as you looked from the doctor to the paper.
“Are, are you sure? Like, completely, 100% sure?” you quietly asked the doctor, hope shining in your eyes. Doctor Lyn nodded her head while saying a quick congratulations before leaving. Looking down at the paper again, making sure that you weren’t hallucinating, you finally let yourself smile. You and Peter were expanding your small family.
His heart was pounding. Kicking open the doors to the medical wing, Peter frantically scanned the many beds lined up and door that could open to your room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a nurse running up to him, probably to yell at him for being a disruption or to help, he didn’t know.
“Sir? Who are you looking for?”
“Uh, Y/N L/N, she’s my girlfriend,” Peter absentmindedly informed the sweet nurse while still scanning the beds.
“Oh, Agent 12? I have her chart somewhere, Doctor Lyn just left her room. She’s really lucky to have such a caring boyfriend,” the nurse smiled at Peter before telling him the room number.
“Down the hall and on your left. Room 394. Hope she gets better soon,” the nurse barely got before Peter dashed off down the hall.
“Thank you!” Peter yelled over his shoulder as he was sprinting to your room. Skidding to a stop as he saw he was nearing your room, Peter counted the doors until he reached 394. Throwing the door open as softly as he could, he scanned the room briefly before his eyes landed on you.
“Y/N,” Peter softly called out, half-hoping you were asleep, while the other half of him wanted you to be awake so he could softly scold you.
“Peter,” your voice responded, relief evident in your voice as you lifted your head from the pillow. Rushing over to your bed, Peter noticed a slip of paper on the nightstand next to your bed.
“Is that your chart?” Peter asked, reaching for it, wanting to know how bad your injuries were.
“No, it’s just a little get well card from this nice nurse,” you answered, taking the paper subtly and folding it up into your pocket. Peter raised an eyebrow but let it go. Peter knew every time when you were lying so he figured there was a good reason why you weren’t telling the truth. And you totally had a good reason why you weren’t telling Peter you were pregnant.

After getting a light scolding from both Nick and Peter, you were released from the medical wing a couple of days later of close overseeing and a lot of medical treatment. You still haven’t told Peter that he was the father of your unborn child; you knew he would be ecstatic but you weren’t sure if you and Peter would be ready to raise a kid this early on in life. What if Peter left you and the child didn’t have a father? Or if Peter didn’t want the kid and left? Or if Peter really didn’t want to have a kid with you? Thousands of questions were swirling in your mind as Peter helped you get into the car to take you home. But you did know one thing for sure. You were going to love this kid no matter what happens.

Peter was thinking about it. The next biggest step he could take. Proposing to you. Peter knew with absolute certainty that you were The One for him. The One who he should propose to, marry, have kids with, grow old with was you. Y/N L/N was the love of his life and he wanted to marry you. You were perfect and fantastic in every way possible so Peter figured that he had to give you the best proposal anyone had ever gotten. Which is where he was stuck on. So he figured, why not ask his family, the Avengers. Bad idea.

You were panicking even more now that you were off meds and in your right state of mind. You were actually pregnant with Peter’s child. That meant getting maybe quitting SHIELD or get maternity leave and either finish college now or quit. It was an understatement to say that you were panicking. Would you keep the baby? Give it up for adoption? Hide it from Peter and leave it somewhere? You knew that was the easy way out but deep down, you knew you couldn’t abandon it. This was your child and you couldn’t just give up on it. Y/N L/N doesn’t give up.

Peter Parker was currently nodding his head like like he was understanding everything Tony, Thor, and Clint was talking about when he really had no clue what they were talking about.
“No, no, no, he needs to have a big, elaborate proposal with a huge sparkly ring, fireworks off in the sky, flower petals falling in the clearing and a huge sappy speech,” Tony argued as Clint shook his head.
“Nope, just get a ring and simply say, ‘Will you marry me?’ and pray that she says yes,” Clint shrugged.
“Both of you are morons, you must profess your undying love for this maiden of yours, young Peter!” Thor ‘helpfully’ put in his opinion, as that caused a whole new argument which was based on if Peter actually could ‘profess his undying love’ to you. Resisting the urge to bang his head against the wall, repeatedly, Peter tried to quickly and quietly exit the room without being caught. And of course, he got caught. Just not by the three idiots arguing in the room he just sneaked out of. But by someone much, much scarier. Natasha Romanoff.

With every passing second, it was getting harder for you not to run to Peter and burst out in tears and tell him about his baby. With every passing second, it was getting harder not to run to Peter, period. It’s been almost two days since you had alone time. You weren’t really a clingy couple or too heavy on PDA but it seemed like your pregnancy changed you to be more needy, in a way. Thankfully, the weekend drew near and you were anxiously waiting for Peter to knock on your apartment door.

Other than maybe an angry Aunt May, a pissed off drunk Tony, and a furious Y/N, there was nothing scarier than Natasha Romanoff. And she was well aware of that.
“So, you’re going to do it?” Natasha inquired, raising a perfectly shaped red eyebrow in Peter’s direction. Stammering, Peter tried to get his words out properly around the terrifying former-Russian assassin who definitely could kill him a hundred and one ways from where she was standing.
“Um, yeah, I really, uh, you know, love her a whole bunch, I mean, I love her a lot and uh, want to marry her and… you know?” Peter stumbled in his words which got a small smirk from the redhead.
“If you’re anything like that during your proposal, you’re really going to kill the romantic moment of a proposal,” Natasha bluntly told Peter who looked down in dismay. Taking brief pity on the young hero, Natasha gave a little sigh which caused Peter to look up and meet her eyes. Giving Peter a small smile, Natasha hesitantly patted Peter’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, Y/N loves you, she’ll say yes no matter what you do or say,” Natasha reassured Peter, who brightened up at the words.
“Miss Romanoff? Could you, uh, maybe help me with my proposal? I mean it’s totally okay if you have a mission or whatever. Or just don’t want to help me. It would be amazing if you could help me though, I’m kind of lost on what to do and you always know what to do because you’re so smart! I mean not that Mr Stark, Mr Barton, and Mr Thor aren’t smart it’s just that you’re you, and they’re them and I’ve been rambling on haven’t I? Sorry, it’s a bad habit and Mr Stark has been trying to tell me when I am but sometimes I just get carried away and, uh, I’m going to shut up now,” Peter mumbled, lowering his head. Shaking her head in amusement, Natasha crossed her arms.
“Stark was right, you really do ramble on and on,” Natasha smirked at the young man before she sighed.
“I like you. I like Y/N. You’re good people. Yes, I’ll help you,” Natasha answered Peter’s question. Hearing her answer, Peter once again looked up and smiled widely.
“Really? Thank you so much, Miss Romanoff! That means so much to me,” Peter beamed at the redhead who wanted to regret her decision but the way Peter was looking at her like a puppy made her smile.

You were going to do it. You would finally tell Peter. You had chickened out way too many times but every time you promised you would tell him the next day. And you never did. You kept telling yourself the same thing every day, that you would finally come out and tell Peter he was going to be a father. But you couldn't do it. You just couldn’t. Promising yourself you would tell Peter whenever he came over next, you sighed and put in your earbuds.

Peter and Natasha had been working on Peter’s proposal for the past week, trying to make it the best proposal that had ever been given. That, of course, was a big stretch but they did try to make it the best it could be. They both wanted it to be the best as you deserve the best. The whole thing was going so smoothly that Peter was getting worried that you would somehow find out from someone in the Compound. Thankfully, as far as Peter was aware, Natasha had promised him that no one would spill the beans. Everyone knew that Natasha kept her promises. So Peter trusted her to make sure you wouldn’t find out. That was definitely a good choice.

Peter was acting weird. That was all you could think about for the past week or so. He would disappear to the ‘Compound’ for hours on end, leave your texts on read (who still left read recipients on?) and send your calls to voicemail. When he was around you, he acted jumpily and kept his phone near him at all times. Peter was normally affectionate and loved to hug or kiss you but now, it seemed like he was putting a physical distance between the two of you. It worried you to no end. When you asked Peter what was going on, Peter denied anything and left the room suddenly and muttered to you that he needed to go to the Compound. You desperately wanted to know what was going on with his new behaviour but your mind automatically jumped to conclusions. After a quick search on the Internet, your suspicions were confirmed. There was a really good chance Peter could be cheating on you.

Y/N was acting weird. That was all that Peter could think about for the past week or so. You would always excuse yourself whenever Peter went home after hours of planning with Natasha and always went into the bathroom. You did send texts but Peter didn’t know how to respond and just turned off his phone. Yes, he was kind of jumpy and nervous around you but Peter’s head was consumed with the proposal. He felt guilty about leaving so much but Peter really wanted this proposal to be the best. He and Natasha had been ring shopping for the past three days and fifteen different ring shops, jewellers and even had Tony call in some favours and ask some people to come in and let Peter take a look at some of their best rings. When you had asked Peter what was going on, he panicked and left for the Compound. He had never kept anything a secret from you for this other than Spider-Man. It was taking a toll on him and you.

You were going to do it. You were finally going to confront Peter and see if he was cheating. You had hoped that Peter wasn’t cheating, oh you hoped too hard, but as time went on (two days) you started watching Peter and the signs added up. You were also pretty sure that your best Avenger friend was in on it too. You went over to the Compound the other day to drop off Natasha’s shoes that you borrowed when you saw your ‘best friend’ talking to Peter. You then asked FRIDAY about how often Peter and Natasha spent time together and it turns out, while Peter was at the Compound, he was really with Natasha and sometimes left the Compound with her. You felt like wearing your cosiest pyjamas and crying in your bed. Your best friend and the father to your unborn child which you still need to inform the father that he would be a father. Why was life being so terrible for you lately?

Peter had set a date for when he was going to propose. Peter wanted all of the secrets to stop so he wanted to do it as soon as possible. Which was tomorrow. Peter had it all planned out, start to finish. He was going to take you to all of the important places in their relationship, first where Peter met you, then where he took you on their first date, then go to where he realised he loved you, and finally end with a picnic in your secluded spot in the park. That’s where Peter would get down on one knee and tell you this whole sappy speech that he’d been planning since he knew you were the one. And then they’d live happily ever after. The End.

Would you ever have your happily ever after? No, it seemed like whoever was upstairs controlling your fate was determined to have an angsty story with no happily ever after in sight. Was that fair? No. Did they care? Probably not. You would confront Peter tomorrow and if things go south, you could break up with him and not tell him about the child. People did it all the time, plus you had your parents, friends and other family members that could help. As much as you wanted to tell Peter about the baby, you knew that if things go bad, you couldn’t add more to the mix, It wouldn’t be fair. So you were going to talk to him tomorrow.

Peter knew that you were confused. He felt guilty for ignoring and neglecting you for the past week or so but he knew that hopefully, once you figured out what was going on, you would understand and forgive him. When they finally got to the park, you looked at Peter.
“Why are you doing this?” Peter was shocked at the amount of pain in your voice.
“Love?”
“Don’t you ‘love’ me, why. Are. You. Doing. This. Are you trying to rub salt in the wound? Make it all convincing before you do it?” you hissed, pure fury in your eyes as you stared Peter down.
“Do what?” Peter asked, brows furrowed in confusion.
“Before you break up with me, or come clean to me. Or both,” you answered, tears starting to well up in your eyes.
“Break up? Love, I’m trying to propose,” Peter stressed, the drama of the situation making his mouth talk before his brain caught up. At his words, you froze, not expecting that at all.
“Pro-propose?” you stuttered, looking at Peter like a deer in headlights. Peter’s brain finally caught up with his mouth and Peter self-consciously rubbed the back of his neck.
“Um, yeah, that’s why I was out to the Compound so often, Natasha was helping me make the best proposal I could give to you and now I’ve gone up and ruined it and even if I do ask, you’ll probably say no because you’re just going to realise how good you are and you deserve so much better and then you’ll leave me and never look back and sure I definitely won't cry myself to sleep every night for the next ten years or something because you’re amazing and I love you so much and I just let you slip through my fingers. Oh, I’m so stupid, of course, you’re going to say no, why would you stay with me for the rest of your life? I bet you only stayed because you pitied me or something, ugh I’m so useless, I can’t even do this stupid proposal properly and-” Peter rambled on before you decided you’ve heard enough and cut him off with a firm kiss to his mouth.
“Yes.” With that one word, Peter froze and stared at you.
“Really? You want to marry me?” Peter asked, doubt lacing his voice that made your heartbreak.
“Of course I want to marry you, Peter. I love you infinity and beyond,” you answered, resting your hand over Peter’s heart and looking deeply into Peter’s eyes.
“Ca-can I do it properly?” Peter softly asked, searching your eyes for answers.
“Of course, love,” you smiled, a light blush overtaking your face as Peter knelt down on one knee.
“Y/N L/N. You are the one and only love of my life. I know that with absolute certainty. You make me happier than anything in this entire multiverse and I don’t want to give that up. So would you do me the greatest honour and let me be your husband?” By the end of Peter’s proposal, you were crying, hot and heavy.
“Yes, yes, yes! I love you infinity and beyond,” you murmured, tackling Peter in a hug and showering his face with kisses.
“I love you infinity and beyond,” Peter repeated the sentient, burrowing his face in your hair. You smiled, content. Before you remembered.
“Oh wait, I forgot to mention, you’re going to be a dad.”
“WHAT?!”