Winter

Winter

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summery: you just missed him… you missed Winter

“So if that’s all Cap-“ Tony started saying but an alarm interrupted him. “What… FRIDAY? What’s going on?”

“Someone unauthorized accessed the perimeter sir”- FRIDAY said and everyone at that was ready to fight already

“FRIDAY Why didn’t you stop them?”

“I couldn’t Mr Stark”

“What… FRIDAY-“

“Tony we don’t have time for this”- Steve said while exiting the room

“I just don’t understand, FRIDAY should have stopped anyone from entering and let us know someone was trying to…”

“Yeah Tony that’s not really reassuring ”- Sam snarked

“That wasn’t my intention, birdboy”

“Guys stop it, this is not the moment. FRIDAY where is the intruder?”-Steve said trying to regain the control of the situation, because even if now wasn’t the right time to talk about it, he shared Tony’s concerns: something wasn’t right he could feel it, FRIDAY had always been able to stop anyone who tried to enter the compound, so why hadn’t she now? What was different about this one?

“She is in Sergeant Barnes’ room”- Bucky could feel everyone staring at him

“I didn’t do anything”- he felt like he should defend himself… He always felt like he had to defend himself… ALWAYS; it was mostly his fault, really: he knew everyone had gotten over his past, even Tony had forgiven him for his parents, he had finally seen Bucky wouldn’t have done it if he had been himself. Bucky was the only one who wasn’t ready to move on and forgive himself yet, he still felt the need to wipe the ledge clean like Natasha would say. And now this? What was happening now? Why had it always have something to do with him.

“We know you didn’t do anything wrong Buck”- Steve was always ready to reassure him, he was a good friend like that. -“let’s go see what’s going on? Maybe it’s not something bad”

“Right because a stranger breaching the compound to chill in Barnes’ room is something good for sure”- everybody rolled their eyes at Tony’s sarcasm. Stark pulled the footage of Bucky’s room and the last thing Bucky was expecting was a beautiful woman standing in the middle of his room just looking around. She didn’t even seem armed

“She seems armless”- Clint said and the stranger immediately looked right in the hidden camera’s eye

“You had to say that, didn’t you”- Sam snarked as soon as the girl’s eyes started to glow

“Hey there”- the stranger said and suddenly the camera went off

“Tony what happened?”- Steve asked, “why did we lose eyes”

“I don’t know… it’s like I’m cut off from the system. FRIDAY put the vigilance system back online”- Tony asked the A.I.

“Authorization required”

“What?”- Tony was speechless

“We have to go in there, she is trapped. Bucky’s room has only one entrance we need to keep our advantage”- Natasha started leading them towards the bedroom without even waiting for their answers.

They barely made it to the hallway that the stranger was already there, waiting for them.

“Hello there”- she said like she had always been there , like she hadn’t just entered one of the most secured place on Earth.

Tony took a step closer to the stranger while keeping her at gun point.

“What do you want? And why don’t you also tell me what you did to FRIDAY, while you are here?”

“FRIDAY, is that your AI name, Mr Stark? You should really be proud of her, she gave me a run for my money”

“I am”- Tony said, he really couldn’t figure you out

“Your AI is fine, I would never hurt such a masterpiece, she is just taking a break”- you said while looking patiently at all of them.

“I’m gonna ask you one last time, why are you here?”- you knew Stark was a second away from shooting you, but you were bored of your conversation with him already, so you moved your attention to the real reason you were there and once you did you only had eyes for him.

“Winter”- you whispered.

you had waited so long to come to him. You knew you weren’t supposed to, you knew he had asked you to wait for him to come to you not the other way around, but it had been so long and you had watched him almost every day on the news, you knew he was free so why hadn’t he come to you? Why?

The team saw you looking at Bucky and they really didn’t know what to do: they needed to hold you for questioning but they were almost scared of what was going to happen if they were to attack you: you had been able to enter the compound despite FRIDAY, what should they expect from you?

“Bucky”- Steve said

“Who is Bucky?”- you said before you could stop yourself and Bucky could have laughed at the irony of the situation if everyone hadn’t been looking at him- “Winter”- you said once again while looking at the blue eyes that you still dreamed at night

“I’m not the winter soldier anymore”- Bucky didn’t know what else to say

“What… Of course you are not the winter soldier anymore, you never actually were. Winter what’s…”- you suddenly stopped. Bucky could see your eyes suddendly shining with tears, they had barely started forming but he could see them and, without even knowing why, he felt his heart hurt for you

“Oh no…”- you started once again, only looking at him, you were at gun point but nothing else mattered to you but him -“will you look at the moon tonight?”- you asked to Winter

“What? The moon… I”- Bucky was speechless, he didn’t know what you were saying, he didn’t know what was happening… what he knew was that apparently he was crushing you

“The moon? This chick is crazy”- Sam whispered to Bucky who stopped looking at you to glare at Sam

“Winter, please tell me you will look at the moon tonight”- you were full on crying now

“Ok that’s enough Miss, you’re going to come willingly with us and tell us how and why you entered the compound”- Tony had had enough of it

“Yeah I don’t think so”- your eyes started glowing again and Bucky could see the change happening in you: there was nothing left of the soft hurt girl that he saw until a second ago-“FRIDAY isolate the avengers and put them to sleep right now”

They didn’t even had the time to attack you because bullet proof glasses surrounded them. It didn’t mattered how many times Tony asked FRIDAY to deactivate the isolation protocol, she wasn’t listening. You watched them slowly succumb to the sleeping gas, you could see Bucky trying to resist but not even a super soldier could last forever

“Goodbye Winter”- was the last thing Bucky heard before everything went black

“FRIDAY send me all the file you have on the winter soldier”- you said once you were sure all of them were out

“Of course miss”

“And FRIDAY. Im sorry to do this to you, but please delete any footage, any sound, any information you have on me from all of your system please”-you said while looking one last time at Winter before leaving the compound.

You thought you had found him, but he wasn’t your Winter, not anymore. Your heart was broken but you didn’t let yourself feel the hurt for long, you couldn’t break… you just couldn’t.

You kept walking, leaving as much space as you could between you and the man you loved… who didn’t even know who you were!

A.N.: Reader is inhuman but her gift has nothing to do with the one Blink has in The Gifted, I just imagine reader’s eyes would look like Blink’s when she’s using her powers

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

Masterlist

Actor On Model

Summary: Chris and you do a couples interview.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Model!Reader

“Hi, I’m Chris Evans,” you said. “I’m an actor with the piercing blue eyes and rugged good looks.”

Your husband snorted which some tea went up his nose and you grinned.

“Are you good?” You asked leaning closer and taking the mug out of his hand.

“Totally,” Chris said as a producer hands him a towel and you put down the mug onto the little table. “We should do that again.”

“Am I being you again?” You asked. “And you’re being me?”

“I wanna try being you,” he said wiping his face.

“The stage is yours,” you said.

He turned the camera and gave a smolder look.

“Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n and I’m a supermodel,” Chris said and he mocked a hair flip.

You laughed and said, “you got put your head into it.”

“I’m gonna get whiplash,” he chuckled.

“You’ll be fine,” you said. “Let’s take it from the top.”

“Alright, you going first?” he asked.

“I can,” you said.

“Then go,” he said.

“Hi, I’m Chris Evans,” you said with a horrible Boston accent and you looked to the camera. “I’m an actor with the blue eyes and rugged good looks.”

Chris chuckled as you exaggerated your smolder look and wiggled your brows.

“I’m- I’m Y/n Y/l/n-Evans,” he said with a higher pitched voice. “I’m a supermodel.”

“And we’re here at Vogue to have a conversation with each other,” you said.

“Was that good?” Chris asked.

“No, that sucked as an intro,” you said.

“We’ll deal with it later. Let’s just talk, Darling,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. “You wanna start?”

“Sure,” he said grabbing a card off the top of the pile on the coffee table at his right side. “Oh! When were you first discovered?”

“I was actually fourteen when I was first scouted,” you said. “But I didn’t really get into modeling till I was 17.”

“What was it like to be scouted?” Chris asked.

“It was weird. Especially since it was a grown man who told me that I could be one in front of my mom,” you said. “She got real overprotective and called the guy a perv. But it kept happening. Though I’m pretty glad I started out when I was a little older.”

“Didn’t you move to New York at 17?” He asked.

“Yeah, I did. You did too, right?” You said.

“I did once I graduated high school and I was nearly 18. Didn’t you like just turn 17 when you went to New York?” your husband questioned.

“Yes. I graduated early,” you said. “It was pretty scary living on my own for the first time but I was put in one of those model apartments that my first agency had, ya know.”

“Those are crazy. I remember being in one but for actors,” Chris said.

“They’re the worst especially when everyone thinks they’re gonna be the next Cindy Crawford or Naomi Campbell and in your case, like the next Paul Rudd,” you said.

“You really love Paul Rudd,” your husband smiled.

“I really do. I’m glad you held me back at the premiere of Endgame,” you said.

“I did what I had to,” he laughed. “And you did the same for me at the Oscars with Sandy.”

“You mean Sandra Bullock?” You grinned.

“Yeah, I do but she’s Sandy to me,” Chris said.

“Man, we really like older people,” you said looking at him.

“You especially do,” he said. “I’m like the youngest guy you’ve ever been with.”

“Ew, no. I dated guys my age before,” you said. “I’ve only dated a fifty year old once when I was just 20 to see what it was like to be with someone who had their life together and was doing pretty well for themselves.”

Chris can’t help but laugh and put his hand over his mouth. You’re very honest about your previous relationships which is sometimes shocking for him to hear about the guys or women you briefly dated before him.

“It was pretty nice until I met his kid who was the same age as me,” you said. “I was not ready for that responsibility.”

“I think you would’ve been a great stepmom to his kid,” your husband joked.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna stick with you,” you said.

“That’s great to hear,” he said. “Pull a card.”

“Remember when we met?” You asked after grabbing a card from your pile.

“Of fucking course I do, —I shouldn’t swear,” Chris said.

“I don’t know why you say that when we both know you’re gonna let another word slip,” you said.

“You know what’s crazy?” Chris asked.

“What?” You asked.

“You don’t really swear. You’re so clean with your words,” your husband said. “It amazes me.”

“Thank you. It’s only ‘cause I used to swear like a sailor until a client overheard me and fired me for dropping an f-bomb,” you said.

“That jackass,” he said with frown.

“I get it though,” you said. “They’re looking for certain types of people and those who can work in professional settings. The client was a bit older so swearing was not.. what they wanted to hear coming from a model’s mouth on set.”

“You’re much more mature than I would’ve been in that situation,” Chris said.

“Thank you,” you said. “Let’s get back to when we met.”

“Right, it was at Givenchy’s show during fashion week in 2016. I was given a ticket and I reluctantly went. I saw you in that dress and I kid you not, my heart skipped a beat,” he said.

“Did you get it checked out? I can’t have you croaking out on me,” you teased.

“Haha, very funny,” Chris said sarcastically.

You grinned. You love teasing him.

“Back to what I was saying- I got to go backstage and people were able to take photos with the models. I only took a picture with you,” Chris admitted. “It was all I wanted.”

“Aww,” you said.

“And then we see each other again at some after party,” he continued. “I got to speak more than a few words to you. We got to talking and you asked what food I could go for at that moment.”

“You said Philly cheesesteaks,” you said.

“And you agreed and ended up having a friend take us to fucking Philadelphia,” Chris said.

“That was a lot of fun,” you said.

“It was until your friend ditched us,” he said. “And I had to get us an Uber.”

“I actually got the Uber,” you corrected.

“Whatever- you took me back to your place. You ended up putting on a movie and then we just fell asleep in your bed,” Chris said. “And I’ll never forget that you slept like two hours before leaving me in your apartment.”

“I had a 4am call time,” you said.

“Which is insane,” he said.

“But worth it especially since it was for Tom Ford,” you said. “I’ve always liked working with him.”

“I love his suits. They’re amazing,” Chris said.

“I know. We should get matching ones,” you said.

Your husband laughed making you laugh as well.

“I keep seeing those paparazzi pictures where we’re pretty much matching,” Chris said. “I don’t know how it happens.”

“Well, sometimes I’ll see what you’re wearing and I’ll be like ‘that’s fire. I got some pieces that’ll match’,” you said. “And then we’re matching. Does it piss you off?”

“No, I find it adorable except when you specifically steal my sweatpants and I can’t find them because you stole them,” your husband said. “You’ll like pack them in your suitcase and jet off to wherever the bum-fuck of nowhere you have a photo shoot at. And I have to buy more because I have none because you steal them. They don’t even fit you around the waist.”

“That’s why I only take the ones with the drawstring,” you said.

“Do you know how many times I’ve had to pull up them up for you?” Chris asked.

“Quite often,” you said.

“Exactly,” he said.

“Have you seen the paparazzi photos where you’re trying to be discreet about it?” You asked.

“Yeah, they said I was handsy with you. I think uh.. someone did a review of our body language on YouTube and said I was very controlling of you and possessive of you,” Chris said. “I saw one of the comments was #freey/n.”

You laughed and said, “you were keeping my pants up.”

“You mean my pants that you were wearing,” Chris corrected.

“Ugh, whatever,” you sassed.

“But yeah I loved seeing people assumptions about us,” your husband said sarcastically.

“Especially when you’ve been nothing but good to me,” you said.

“You sure?” He questioned

“Yes. You haven’t really done anything with a malicious intent to me,” you said.

“You haven’t either. I mean you’ve been an asshole like with stealing my pants-,” Chris said.

“They’re comfortable and fit me,” you said.

“Not around your waist,” he said.

“It’s about the length,” you said. “‘Cause I’m not gonna wear capris.”

“How tall are you?” Chris asked.

“Five feet and ten inches,” you said. “How about you, big man?”

“Six feet and half an inch,” he stated.

“How does it feel to be married to a chick who is two and a half inches shorter than you?” You asked.

“Pretty good. I don’t have to strain my neck to look at your eyes,” Chris said. “Unless you put on your six inch heels which belong on the bedroom floor.”

“What? You wouldn’t want me to keep them on?” You asked.

“No,” Chris said without hesitation. “You look fucking sexy in them especially in those blacks ones with the gold chain but they’re dangerous. Especially if I’m gonna get it on with you. They’re a weapon and I don’t want to get stabbed during it.”

“Oh my god,” you said.

“I only speak the truth,” Chris said softly and grabbed his tea.

“Clearly, you do,” you said as he took a sip.

“I wanna keep talking about assumptions and rumors,” your husband said.

“Assumptions are awful,” you said.

“What was probably the one that got to you the most?” Chris asked already knowing the answer.

“That I’m using you for fame,” you said.

He kept quiet to let you continue on. He knows how much it’s affected you in the beginning of your relationship.

“No doubt... I have been noticed more since we were seen together for the first time,” you said being careful with your words. “Especially outside of the usual followers and people of the fashion industry. You’re obviously a big name in the film industry which being seen with you brought more attention to me. I remember first seeing those comments on like a fan account for you and it was a paparazzi photo of us outside of a pizza joint.”

“It’s sad we can’t go there anymore,” your husband said.

“You can just put on a baseball cap and sunglasses and you’re good,” you said.

Chris chuckled.

“Anyways, it was— I- I was— I just wasn’t expecting to see that the comments were claiming that it was a setup,” you said. “Like it was just a fake relationship that management set up. I don’t why it got to me so badly.”

“You wouldn’t see me or respond to me when I sent you messages or pick up my calls,” Chris said.

“What did you do?” You asked.

“I went to your place and I took your ass to Philadelphia,” he said. “And I went to Twitter and I posted a picture of you about to fucking inhale one of Geno’s and stated that I was gonna marry you.”

“You were cocky with that,” you said.

“Yeah, I was. I even picked out a ring the next day but I was never more sure in my life,” Chris said.

“You picked out a ring the next day?!” You exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s on your finger. I texted Scarlett to meet up with me at Cartier’s and she’s like, “no, I’ve got a child to take care of.” So, I went by myself and one of the like top dog designers ended up talking with me,” Chris said pointed to your hand. “And we designed that ring together over a couple days. I even had it based off of my grandma’s as it was what I thought was classic and timeless. We were what? Like 5 weeks into the relationship?”

You have no words. You didn’t know what he went that early on in the relationship.

“Best decision I’ve ever made,” he said.

“That’s insane,” you said.

“I agree completely. My mom freaked out when I showed her the ring,” your husband said. “My sisters were even nearby. I got so much shit.”

“I bet you did,” you said. “How far in the relationship did you show your mom the ring?”

“When I got the ring, I took it back with me to Boston. It took like six weeks to make and get it how I wanted it,” Chris said. “My mom flipped her shit when I told her how long we were dating for and how old you were. My sisters called me a fucking idiot.”

“Obviously,” you said. “You still are one.”

“Rude,” he said making you grin.

“How long did you have the ring before you proposed?” you asked.

“Like 10 months,” your husband said.

“You really had it for 10 months?” You asked.

“Yes. I knew I had to not jump the gun with you even though I had the ring for that long. I felt like that it might be a lot for us since it was still early in the relationship,” he said. “And even though I was so certain on marrying you, we were still getting to know each other and we couldn’t often be together.”

“There were a lot of phone calls and FaceTime calls,” you said smiling. “You even sent me letters.”

“Yeah, and I had bird send them to you,” Chris joked.

“I had to keep asking for the address of wherever you were,” you said. “Your assistant got annoyed with me because I had to ask multiple times.”

“I remembered that, she just now sends you itinerary of where I’m gonna be if we aren’t together,” he said. “Your publicist downright doesn’t let me know and pretty much told me to “fuck off” and that she doesn’t have time for me to be a sap. I have to text your friends to find out.”

“I still have all the letters,” you said.

“I have yours as well. I think the favorite one you sent me was a dinosaur that you drew on a slightly used napkin where your lipstick was smudged on one side and used your lipstick to draw it. I cried laughing— like that silent laugh,” Chris said. “Rian thought I was dying. I think Ana thought someone I knew died and she kept asking me who died. I don’t even think I told anyone on set why I couldn’t speak for 20 minutes.”

“I think my favorite one was the one you had given me right before we got married— like the day of,” you said. “And it was just you explaining how Anthony had clogged the toilet in a strip club at your bachelor party and how you guys just continued to make it worse in trying to cover the evidence to the point where you guys had to bail.”

“I accidentally put the wrong letter in,” Chris said. “‘Cause the actual one was more romantic and telling you how I couldn’t wait to marry you.”

“But I think that other letter with Anthony clogging a strip club’s toilet calmed my nerves down especially since it was pretty stressful up until Sebastian delivered it to me,” you said.

“I hadn’t even realized until I asked what you thought of it and you just started laughing. You couldn’t speak in complete sentences,” he said making you laugh at the thought.

“That entire day was wild,” you said.

“It was amazing,” Chris said. “I think one of my fondest memories was when we cut the cake.”

You smiled at him.

“We kept pushing the time back since we weren’t too focused on it. We were having the time of our lives,” Chris continued. “The photographer ended up leaving because we were obviously went over the time that we were paying for her.”

“She was very sweet,” you said.

“Yeah, we definitely picked someone amazing. We probably should’ve gotten an extra one since she shot us for the whole day along with her two assistants,” your husband said. “And we were fucking exhausting.”

“I know,” you said chuckling.

“Anyways, when we did get to the cake, we didn’t have anyone to take the pictures,” Chris said. “We also didn’t want any of our guests on their phones.”

“But somebody brought them out,” you said.

“And everyone turned on their flashlight and took photos of us,” he said.

“Those were probably my favorite pictures,” you said. “And when we all jumped into the ocean after.”

“It was so fucking cold,” he said.

You chuckled and said, “we should have a counter on how many times you swear.”

“No fucking thank you,” your husband said.

“Put dolphins over the words. It would make my day,” you said looking to one of the producers.

Chris laughed. He tried making dolphin noises but he fails so badly. You giggled.

“Hang on,” he said pulling out his phone from his back pocket.

He searched up dolphin sounds and he tapped on the first video. He tried mimicking what he hears but his voice just doesn’t go that high.

“You’re doing great, Honey,” you said with a big smile.

“Cut this out,” Chris said looking at the camera.

“Don’t,” you mouthed to the camera.

“Anyways!” Chris said. “We got other questions.”

“Oh shit,” you said.

“Language,” he said.

“I’m gonna fight you,” you said.

“I can’t wait,” your husband said. “Grab a card, Boo.”

You grabbed a card from your pile and read it.

“This is so obvious— do you want kids?” you asked.

“Yes!” Chris said. “Of course! We’ve talked about it multiple times.”

“We have,” you said. “When would you want to have one?”

“Like in a heartbeat but right now, it just wouldn’t be a great time. I have a lot projects lined up and you are jetting off to places. Whenever you aren’t, you’re accompanying me to wherever I go,” Chris said. “Or we’re meeting up in neighboring countries or cities.”

“What if I was pregnant right now?” You asked.

“I’d shit my pants,” Chris said.

You laughed leaning forward. He paused. Could you be? He would be very happy about the news. It would just be a very hectic year. You both are very busy people with busy work lives. There’s also tons of projects already booked like this Vogue cover interview.

“Are you pregnant?” He asked.

“Not yet,” you said.

“I might have to change that,” Chris muttered.

“We got more questions to get through, Big Boy,” you said with a sneaky little grin on your lips.

“Can’t wait,” he said rubbing his hands together.

Day 14: Temperance - Clint Barton

Wounds Never Heal

Summary: Paired with Clint to keep him from another murder spree, he slowly opens up to you.

Warnings: Grief, angst, smut

Tarot prompt will be in bold

“Stop! STOP IT!” I had to pull Clint away from the already dead corpse. “That's enough!”

“It's never gonna be enough,” his voice starts breaking and his bloodied hands are twitching uncontrollably. “Not for what they did to...”

“This is not going to bring them back, your family,” I take his face in my hands. “Look at me! Nothing is ever going to bring them back. You need to stop.”

“What's the point?” he just sags. “We undid Thanos' work only for them to get...god, I can't even say it still.”

“What happened to them was awful and that's why I came with you, so we can get justice but this...fuck, Clint. This is just brutal.”

“You said you were with me on this,” accusing eyes meet my own. “That you'd help.”

“I am helping. I'm stopping you becoming the Ronin again. Laura wouldn't want this. She even said so in her video message. Guess what, Robin Hood? I'm your conscience.”

“I don't need a conscience. I already know I'm going to hell for this but I don't really care,” Clint laughs bitterly. “If I can wipe them all out, I don't care.”

I don't know what else to do other than hug him so I do just that. He goes limp against me for a moment before clutching me tightly, trying not to let the tears fall.

I can't say to him right now that I won't judge him for it. His hearing aid got smashed to pieces in the fight and he can't see my face.

“I don't know what to do now,” his voice is thick with trauma. “What am I supposed to do?”

I pull back so he can see my lips, “You carry on like the rest of us. We've all lost people, Clint.”

“You lost someone?”

“I was married once. They were in the Triskelion building when it collapsed. Took me a long time not to hate Bucky on sight. I know it wasn't his fault, the whole Winter Soldier thing.”

“I...I didn't know.”

“I don't tell you everything.”

“You should,” Clint suddenly straightens, calming down. “If you're my conscience, I get to be yours.”

“I'll tell you a few things if you'll let me treat that nasty head wound you have,” I point to the gash that's razoring into his hairline and down to his ear.

“Sure,” he wipes under his eyes and clears his throat.

So I go to my rucksack and grab the medical kit as well as the spare hearing aid because I just knew Clint was going to go in guns blazing and get his one destroyed.

“Here, idiot,” I pass him it as I open the kit.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you looking after me?” he puts it in. “We were never friends before. I barely knew you.”

“But I knew Natasha,” I stop, looking at the little bottles to find the right one. “And she made me promise. So, like it or not, you're stuck with me.”

“You miss her too?” Clint sits still while I clear away the blood.

“Every damn day.”

“Didn't know you two knew each other.”

“Like I said, I don't tell you everything. I used to watch over Yelena for her when she was doing your big world saving stuff.”

Clint is quiet for a time as I get his wound disinfected and start stitching it up. He doesn't even wince once.

“I'm sorry,” he finally says.

“For what?”

“That you have to babysit me. That I'm being reckless which is putting you in danger too. That I haven't asked you anything about yourself.”

“Ask me something then.”

“Your partner...how did you....how did you move on?”

“I didn't. I said I carried on. I'll never forget them and I'll always hold them close but they wouldn't just want me to sink into depression or wall myself off. I've had a few dates here and there but fuck, Yelena's like a child sometimes and she'll turn up just as I'm about to meet someone and demand attention.”

“Sounds like her,” Clint manages a weak attempt at a smile.

“She uses all my hot sauce. She's a fucking nightmare.”

“Natasha used to steal the sandwiches that Laura made me for lunch. I think it runs in the family.”

“She did that to you too?! God, what is it with those girls?”

For the first time on this revenge trip, we bonded. I was just happy he was open to talking at last. It'd been a very monosyllabic journey thus far.

“All done,” I clean my hands. “It's gonna leave a scar though but that's cool, scars are sexy. You'll be fine.”

“Being sexy is the last thing on my mind,” Clint makes a gruff laugh as I help him to his feet. “Thank you. Thank you for coming with me. I'll try to be better from now on.”

“Remember, they're never gone as long as they're in there,” I poke his heart over his suit before pulling out the locket from the chain around my neck and open it to show him my late spouse. “And carrying on doesn't mean you're offending their memory.”

“I've met them once,” Clint peers at the picture. “I took a whole pot of coffee with me from the break room and they just threw me a bottle of creamer and shouted 'Good luck with the caffeine shits later.'”

“They always did have a weird sense of humour.”

“We have one more gang leader to take out still. With me?”

“You know it, Barton.”

From that point on we talked more. He learned about my past, how I got to the position I was in, how I met Natasha and I learned more about his Avengers lifestyle. His home life was still too raw to talk about.

We completed the mission and got him his revenge and I helped him through the lost feeling he had now he'd accomplished everything he wanted to. He went back to S.H.I.E.L.D so I did as well.

Now we were constantly around each other's houses, swapping skills because I was terrible at cooking and he was terrible at putting up a shelf straight, even though he got perfect bullseyes when firing arrows. I gave him advice on dating in the modern world, which I don't think he took but he made a token effort at signing up for a site before quickly deleting his profile once he got inundated with women desperate to date a hero.

“You know what she messaged me?!” he was reading them out to me when I was in his kitchen, eating the french toast he'd just made. “She said 'I bet with those accuracy skills, you'll always find my bullseye'.”

I started choking at that point because I was laughing so hard and he had to come slap my back a few times.

“Is it the best time to say she sent a picture as well?” he shakes his head, smiling. “I did not know that women are so forward now.”

“Did you look at it?”

“Hell no, I'm scared to.”

“Let me,” I hold out my hand before balking at the very graphic close up that loaded up. “Oh god. No. Do not meet this woman. Unless you're looking for a good time that is.”

“I don't know what I'm looking for,” he leans on the table. “How are you doing with it?”

“Badly. I just don't think I have any patience any more for the pageantry of it all. I don't want an hour's preamble about my work, my hobbies and blah blah blah. I ended up sleeping with someone just to shut them up. That's not a way to live, Clint.”

“Were they any good though?” he takes a gulp of coffee.

“Nope. I'll find someone if I'm meant to but I'm not going looking for it.”

“I know what you mean,” he squeezes my shoulder. “But you're pretty so you'll do fine and I'm a beat up deaf loser.”

I sign to him, having learned ASL as our friendship grew - That's what I like about you, idiot

He just flips me the bird in response.

Clint became a lot more stable in himself as the months went on and we became extremely close. Clint refused to do missions without me and we lived at each other's places alternating weeks.

“People are starting to talk you know,” he's playing with my stress ball in the bay window of my apartment.

“About?”

“About us. 'Old married couple' was a term that was used.”

“Well I am somehow doing your laundry now.”

“And I make your lunches.”

“And I fix your hearing aid.”

“And I keep your plants alive.”

“Does that mean we're a couple without the fucking?” I'm lying on my couch looking over at him. “Have we just totally gone straight to eighty year old spouses and bypassed the youthful stuff?”

“Well yeah, I guess we have,” he keeps throwing the ball. “Shouldn't you have sent me a really disturbing photo and a bad sexual pun by now? I feel like I've been cheated.”

“Well I haven't gotten my hour of small talk and boasts about your finances either.”

I didn't think much of the conversation considering we did flirt occasionally, trying to keep our skills up. Then Clint stopped throwing the ball and sat up, deep in thought.

“Do you wanna....try a date?”

“A date?” I sit up too.

“I mean, we get on really well and I don't hate your voice even after all this time and that's very rare for me.”

“Yeah, I mean, you never take your hearing aid out around me so I guess I'm special,” I joke. “You sure you wanna ask me on a date? It could make the friendship weird if it doesn't feel right.”

“I don't get the feeling it would,” he shrugs.

“Uh huh,” I stand up, going over to him. “How about we skip that step and I kiss you and if it's weird, we don't talk about it again. If it's not, fine, you can take me on a date.”

“That's fair.”

So I sit next to him on the window ledge and we kiss. Far from feeling awkward, it's very comfortable, very natural. In fact it's so natural that we don't stop. We don't even stop when we're taking off clothes in full view of the window where anyone could look in.

“I'm ready to carry on,” Clint says seriously as he's got me under him on the ledge. “And I want it to be with you. I hope that's okay.”

And when I sign my response back, he bursts into laughter before obliging – Fuck me, idiot.

Can we have a Derek Shepherd x Reader where Y/n and Derek try to have sex but someone always to be cockblocked for them?thank you

Interruptions

Pairing: Derek Shepherd x Reader

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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"Mommy! Daddy!" the cries of your three year old daughter made you and your husband groan from being cockblocked AGAIN. With one last kiss on the lips he rolled out of bed and pulled up his pants and boxers before heading to your toddler's room

For the past two days you and Derek had been trying to have some sexy time but every chance that you thought that you could finally get to it something or someone gets in the way

First you guys were making out hot and heavy in the on call room at Grey Sloan, both naked under the sheets, so close to getting into it when your brother, Owen barged in immediately ruining the mood. The ginger quickly apologized before slamming the door shut behind him as he left

You then tried to do so again in between surgeries but this time it was your pager pulling you out of the room, there was a big accident and they needed all hands on deck in the E.R. You both sighed before adjusting your scrubs and ran down to the pit

Last night, you both had been too tired to even drag yourselves up to bed let alone have sex so you both crashed immediately as your head hit the pillows

The padding of footsteps became louder as your daughter ran into your room, climbing up on the bed to snuggle closer to you. Thankfully you weren't completely naked as she fixed herself under the blanket

"Mommy can we play today?" her bright blue eyes stared up at you and you couldn't help but smile at the freckled face sweetheart. Derek grumpily crawled back into bed and laid with his back facing you

"Daddy wants to play with mommy too kid" you kicked his legs and he chuckled humorlessly as you cradled her to your chest, pinching her chubby cheeks

"Of course we can sweetie" she squealed with delight, starting to list all the things that she wants to do today. Too excited to finally have the whole day with her parents she started jumping on the bed between you two

Derek rolled over and looked up at her with all the love in the world. Even though you two didn't get to release all the sexual tension you both knew that it could wait because it's not everyday that you get to spend so much time together as a family.

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There aren’t enough Charles Brandon x reader stories out there

Since First I Saw Your Face - Masterlist

Lady Y/N Wentworth is a young noble woman whose world has quite suddenly changed. Y/N had a very secluded upbringing. She never knew her mother and was raised, almost solely, by her father, Baron Edmund Wentworth, in his quite country manor. But now, her father is dead and she is alone in the world, save for Lady Colton, her father’s sister. Y/N’s aunt and her family took her in for a time after the death of the baron, but Lady Colton has now decided to send her niece to court. As a maid in waiting to the Queen of England, Y/N will receive a steady income and hopefully, find a suitable husband…however, a life in the bustling court is far from appealing to Y/N, and all she wants to do is go home and grieve for her father in peace.

But, perhaps her feelings will change when he meets the King’s closet friend, Charles Brandon, the recently widowed Duke of Suffolk, .

Will he become a friend to her? And would she be contented if that was all he became?

Chapter 1 -  New Beginnings.

Chapter 2 - Introductions and Interruptions.

Chapter 3 - An Uneasy Mind

Chapter 4 - Early Mornings

Chapter 5 - Messages and Music

Chapter 6 - Breakfast

Chapter 7 - Wandering eyes and Distracted minds

Chapter 8 - Songs and Surprises

Chapter 9 - Dances and Disguises

Chapter 10 - Games and Aggression

Chapter 11 - Worries and Ruminations

Chapter 12 - Panic and Pavans

Chapter 13 - Realisations

Chapter 14 - Fear and Anger

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

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