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Big Sweater and Fuzzy Socks (Bucky Barnes)- Drabble
Bucky x reader
Summary: Bucky admires your beauty as you drown yourself in his clothes.
Word Count: 669.
Warning: Nothing just a ton load of fluff and a little implied smut.
Bucky wondered how did he get so lucky as he stared at the figure dancing around in the kitchen. Clad in nothing but a sweater that was too big; that he remembered used to be his but you stole last winter when he went on a mission, and a pair of fuzzy socks that hung loosely between your calves and ankles were you, looking heavenly as ever. A big smile spread across his face when he recalls that you were his; just like he was yours, that he could hold you and kiss you whenever he wants to, not that he had forgotten it even for a second.
Just a few hours ago you were groaning in your bed, refusing to get up and start the day on this chilly morning. He knew he had worn you out with the night full of lovemaking: which only made him smile even wider, that is why he did not force you to get up either. He gave in when you pulled him under the comforter for ‘five more minutes, which obviously had turned into a few more hours.
Bucky would be lying if he said you weren’t the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on because you were. He remembers the first time he saw you like it was tomorrow; you were standing in the top of the Avengers tower wearing a royal blue gown that clung to your body like a second skin; a radiant smile on your face as you talked to Natasha and Tony. He knew the second he laid his eyes on you that he was whipped. It took all his ethics and a big super soldier best friend for him to not pick you up and take you home. Today three years later you stood in his kitchen making breakfast for the two of you, wearing nothing but one of his sweaters, no make-up and hair up in a merry bun and you still looked just as gorgeous, if not more.
His eyes traveled down your toned bare legs that made him crave for them to be wrapped around him, to run his hand up and down the miles of bare skin. He loved the fact that you were so comfortable around him now that you didn’t bother dressing up when it was just the two of you; not that you need to dress up to take his breath away.
He just couldn’t take it anymore so he stood up and walked over to you. You jump just a little as his hands snuck under your/his sweater and grab the bare skin of your waist before giggling
“Hey,” you said as he buried his face between your neck and shoulder knowing how much you loved the sweet burn of his stubble but pretended to not.
“Hi.” He replied pushing the sleeve down to leave kisses on the soft skin.
“What happened to you.” You giggled again as his stubble tickled you.
“You are so pretty,” he said
“Why thank you, sir.”
“No really. You are just so gorgeous and wonderful and you just look damn hot in my clothes.” His words made you laugh and you turn to look at him.
“What has gotten into you today?” You asked swinging your arms around his neck.
“Nothing. Can’t I just remind my girlfriend how beautiful she is?”
“Oh trust me, you reminded me plenty last night.” it was your turn to make him chuckle.
“Hmm. Maybe I should remind you one more time you know, just in case you forget again.” without wasting further time Bucky picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist earning a squeal then a laugh that he loved so much from you.
He turned off the stove and practically ran inside your shared bedroom and placed you carefully on his bed. Soon your laughter turned into series of loud moans as he and worshiped your body with his mouth reminded you one more time just how beautiful you are.
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Dang!! What a plot twist!! It’s was great
Stay
Warnings: Language, General Violence-ish
Words: 1.6k
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Summary: Steve was taken by you from the moment he saw you, without ever knowing who you were.
Song: Stay by Rihanna
A/N: Just a quick one shot for @ne-gans birthday challenge. Happy Early Birthday!
Funny you’re the broken one, but I’m the only one who needed saving.
Chemistry.
He feels it as soon as soon as he steps off the elevator at the Triskelion – his eyes landing on you. Steve watches for a moment as you stand in front of the marble monument, scanning the names of the fallen agents carved in it. His recent argument with Fury has his blood boiling, but there’s something about you that makes him forget all of that – for the moment at least.
He’s nervous as he approaches you, maybe partly due to Romanoff’s persistence on his dating life lately or maybe something else. Steve glances at the Wall of Valor, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s memorial to all agents lost in the line of duty, it had been one of the first things he’d noticed his first time in the building.
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Trouble
Warnings: Language, Murder, Smut-ish
Words: 2.7k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: Maybe the narcissistic playboy is smarter than most people give him credit for. Sequel to My Oh My
Song: Trouble by Halsey
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?
The bar is cozy – intimate – in your opinion for an east side dive.
You’ve been listening to this guy for the last hour and a half and it’s obvious by now he’s not connected to Fisk. Parker owes you lunch for sending you after this lead. You regret flirting in the beginning, because now he’s giving you the look.
Men.
The ringing of his cell phone is a saving grace and he excuses himself to take the call. Giving you a few moments to develop an exit strategy. Ducking out the back door is your first instinct.
“Hi,” the voice in your ear sends an icy chill down your spine, regardless of his hot breath against your neck. Your mind races with questions as he leans against the bar, cool gaze staring into you.
What is he doing here? The sound of his voice returning you to that night.
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Coming Soon: In the Dark
Warnings: Language
Words: 500
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: You only thought Ransom was an asshole, wait until you meet his family. Sequel to My Oh My & Trouble
Song: In the Dark by Camila Cabello
Thank you @hysteria87 and @sagechanoafterdark for supporting me with this annoyingly lovable asshole.
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
I can see you’re scared of your emotions, I can see you’re hoping, you’re not hopeless.
“No.”
Your answer is quick, and Ransom flicks his eyes up at you over the top of his laptop screen, watching as you shake your head adamantly.
“Hell no.”
“Why not?” he questions, obviously annoyed by your quick response.
For the last two weeks your free time has been filled with his smug, arrogant ass. You’ve been fielding question after question on Steve’s life and maybe it’s selfish, but you just want a weekend to yourself.
You keep your attention on the towels your folding. They’re still warm – fresh from the dryer. “I – I have a date.”
“Since when?” he’s not convinced.
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In the Dark
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.9k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: You only thought Ransom was an asshole, wait until you meet his family. Sequel to My Oh My & Trouble
Song: In the Dark by Camila Cabello
Thank you @hysteria87 and @sagechanoafterdark for supporting me with this annoyingly lovable asshole.
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
I can see you’re scared of your emotions, I can see you’re hoping, you’re not hopeless.
“No.”
Your answer is quick, and Ransom flicks his eyes up at you over the top of his laptop screen, watching as you shake your head adamantly.
“Hell no.”
“Why not?” he questions, obviously annoyed by your quick response.
For the last two weeks your free time has been filled with his smug, arrogant ass. You’ve been fielding question after question on Steve’s life and maybe it’s selfish, but you just want a weekend to yourself.
You keep your attention on the towels your folding. They’re still warm – fresh from the dryer. “I – I have a date.”
“Since when?” he’s not convinced.
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Stone Cold
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.8k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: Ransom has one last interview left for his book.
Sequel to In the Dark
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
God knows I tried to feel, Happy for you. Know that I am, even if I, Can’t understand, I’ll take the pain.
The door to your apartment creaks as it opens, and your entire body goes numb as you see the man step into view. The remorseful look in his steel blue eyes tells you everything you need to know, but you ask anyway.
“He stayed with her, didn’t he?”
The tears well up in your eyes and Barnes closes the short distance to wrap his arms around you, sinking with you to the floor as silent tears stream down your face.
“I’m sorry – I’m so sorry, doll.”
“No – no,” you whisper quietly.
After everything.
Natasha.
Tony.
You can’t wrap your mind around how he could do this.
“Hey,” Ransom’s voice brings you back to the present. “What do you think? Wilson said he knew Rogers the longest, but I can’t get him to return my calls.”
You sigh because you’re not sure it’ll do any good. Sam had settled with a phone interview because he and Barnes were away on a mission, but Barnes had refused even that.
“I’ll talk to him,” you remark quietly. “He usually listens to me.”
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Freaking Me Out
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.2k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: Ransom has his book launch and it’s eventful to say the least. Sequel to Stone Cold
Song: Freaking Me Out by Ava Max
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
Like a spider, there’s a web that you have wove. There’s a heart now, where there used to be a ghost.
There are many things you hate.
Being rushed is one of them and running late is another.
Both of which is your current predicament as you change from your uniform in the back of the SUV and into the black, sequined, long-sleeve dress.
“Five minutes away ma’am,” the agent driving announces to you.
“Thanks Miller,” you respond, wondering just how much of an eye full he’d gotten in the dark.
There were complications with the mission you were on, your phone had been shattered. You’d tried to call from Wilson’s, but it was too late by the time the quinjet landed.
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The Reckoning
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.4k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: The aftermath of Freaking Me Out
Song: The Reckoning by Halestorm
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
I should have known better than that. I should have known all along.
For the first several days, the TV screen in the corner of the room stays off.
A black void.
You can’t stand the sight of his face popping up every few minutes.
The sound of his name and yours in the same sentence.
You never imagined you could be angrier than you were when Steve left.
Unaware you’d allowed Ransom that much control over your emotions – how?
When?
Being stuck in a hospital bed only agitates you further and you constantly find yourself apologizing to Parker for snapping at him – at least he’s understanding. He takes your anger with stride and doesn’t look at you with pity, his dark eyes only full of warmth and kindness. Peter doesn’t let you see his anger, unlike Sam and Bucky, who don’t try and hide their hatred for Drysdale.
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I was thinking about pregnant reader and bucky and I saw you wrote something already😂😅
I saw few posts where everyone finds out reader is pregnant before bucky and it honestly makes me angry 😒 it just irritates me. It's always they take one look at the reader and they all know. I just want at least once that bucky finds out first. Like if yn and Bucky were laying down and she asked bucky for some treats that she hid under the bed that she was craving (ofc bucky was on top of her😉) so he gets them and he starts thinking and goes to ask her like what she was craving, her boobs got bigger and what else happens... so in a few days while yn was sleeping he hears a heartbeat and so he gets a little but scared but no running! He starts talking to it and one day while they were cooking together, he asked yn what she thinks about getting married, moving in together babies etc. Maybe she has irregular period so she doesnt even notices (I usually skip few months even a year so ik I wouldn't notice if I got preggo 😂) so he tells her that she is pregnant and he can hear the heart beat so it goes to the tears and blah happy stuff. And when it gets to the dinner with avengers few weeks later she refuses cocktails and vine and when someone asks she is like well I AM pregnant and takes off her jacket just to see a small bump in a tight dress.
Prettyyyyy please with a cherry on top with whipped cream and a side dish to make this happen 🥺🙏🙏 I can even beg on my knees for this if you want
Babes, you do not have to beg when you come up with asks that speak to my weaknesses. Fuck, I love this so much, my whole heart YES.
18+ Minors dni "Buck"
"Bucckyyyyyy"
"Buchanan!"
Bucky snorted, pulling away from where he was kissing your neck, your pouty face looking back at him.
"Can you pleeease get the chocolate covered pretzels I hid under the bed" You smiled sheepishly. It wasn't a secret you had a little stash of snacks hidden in various parts of the room. Bucky discovered that when he went to grab his Henley from the closet and found a bag of m&ms tucked away between his clothes.
"Really baby? Right now?" He playfully rolled his eyes, ignoring how hard he was, reaching over and pulling the bag out, watching your face light up, giving him grabby hands.
"Can't help it, I've been craving sweet and salty stuff all day"
"I'll give you something sweet and salty" Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you smacked his arm, grabbing a pretzel and moaning at the taste.
"Perv"
"Never thought I'd have competition with a pretzel"
"Chocolate covered pretzel" You corrected, your eyes nearly rolling back, practically whining a the way the chocolate melted. He looked at you quizzically, he'd seen you have cravings before but never this strongly. He wasn't at all jealous a stupid sweet and salty snack craving had cut into his spicy cuddle time with you.
"What else have you been craving baby?"
You thought for a moment, naming a foot long list of colorful combinations and a disturbing amount of chocolate. Some of the foods you didn't even usually like...
You hummed contently after satisfying your craving, giving your attention back to Bucky. He gave you a devilish smirk, pinning you down on the bed, his boner against your panties.
"I'll give you something to actually moan about baby"
3 orgasms later
You snored softly cuddled against Bucky's body, his arm wrapping tightly around you. He pulled you closer to him, his hand snaking up to cup your boob, his favorite way to fall asleep. They felt...fuller. Bucky gave your breast a soft squish, careful not to wake you. He had your boobs in his hands, his mouth, face face at least twice a day, they were definitely a little fuller. In fact, they’d felt a little fuller for quite some time. Hm.
Over the next two weeks your cravings hadn’t ceased. He’d quietly restocked all your little stashes without telling you, noticing tiny changes in your regular routines. You slept a little more. You were a little more clingy (which he loved, carrying his little koala everywhere). You didn’t seem to notice anything, nor did anyone else but Bucky did. And he had an idea of what it could be.
You were fast asleep, curled up in bed in nothing but one of Bucky’s t-shirts, while he gazed down at your tummy. It had to be it, right? He carefully shuffled down, gently lifting your shirt, glancing up at you to make sure you were still asleep.
When he concentrated, Bucky was able to hyper focus on his sense of hearing, courtesy of the serum and all his assassin training. These were one of the few moments he was thankful for it. He laid his head on your belly, hearing the teensiest faint heart beat that he’d never heard before. He wasn’t a doctor but it all added up. Your cravings. The ever so slight softness of your body. How your boobs were fuller. Bucky’s heart and mind raced at the same time. Would he be a good father? Would his baby love him? He’d dreamt of this moment before but now it was actually happening.
"I know your in there" He whispers, narrowing his eyes at your belly. “Mommy might not even know yet, but I do” Bucky’s eyes flick up to you when you stir slightly, but remain asleep. “We’ll talk later, mama needs her rest”
Bucky carefully pressed a soft kiss to your belly before coming up and holding you again, his heart fluttering because even though he was a little scared, this was everything he ever wanted.
It became a regular occurrence. Bucky always made sure you were fast asleep before laying his head on your tummy, quietly talking to the little peanut in your belly.
“Do you care to explain why you make mommy crave ice cream at 3AM” Bucky whispered, rubbing his tired eyes after getting you some Ben and Jerry’s in the middle of the night. You’d fallen asleep immediately after, a content smile on your face.
A number of conversations had taken place that month.
“Mama doesn’t need chocolate covered oreos”
“Do you have daddy’s super hearing? I hope so, other wise I’m talking to myself”
“I understand the ice cream, but the potato chip sandwich was a little weird today, don’t you think?”
“You’re going to be chunky, mommy going to keep you more than well fed”
The entire month, Bucky couldn’t peel his eyes off you, your boobs were a little more plump and they were only going to get bigger. His cock got hard thinking about how gorgeous you’d look, pretty full breasts, your little one drinking from you....
Him drinking from you.
“She’ll keep me well fed too”
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“Y/n?” Bucky’s arms wrapped around your tummy, his head resting on your shoulder while you stirred some pasta, “What do you think about getting married?”
“Hmm, I’d say if someone asked me” You giggled, pecking a kiss to Bucky’s nose, not noticing him nervously shuffling behind you, completely abandoning the garlic bread he was making.
“Would you want to move in with me? Permanently?”
“I already basically live with you Bucky, but it’d make it easier if I moved all my stuff over. Might as well”
“W-what about having babies?”
“I’ve always wanted to have two” You smiled to yourself, thinking about your dream family with little Bucky’s running around.
“With me?” He whispered, a part of him worried you wouldn’t want that with him, given his past. You put the spoon down, turning to look at him while he bit his lip nervously. Your hand cradled his face, tracing over his scruffy beard.
“Of course with you Bucky, why would you doubt that?”
“Are you sure?”
You nodded, looking at Bucky curiously while his heart raced, he’d never asked you these questions before but you figured he should have already known the answer would have been yes.
“Why are you asking me all this baby?”
“Because...” Bucky hesitated, while you looked up at him, urging for him to continue. “You’re pregnant baby”
“H-how do you know” You whispered, your heart racing, melting into Bucky’s arms while he held you close to him. You didn’t have your period for a while but you figured it was just coming later than usual.
“I can hear the babies heart beat. When its really quiet, usually when you’re asleep”
Your breath hitched in your throat while Bucky kneeled in front of you, kissing your tummy, tears streaming down both your faces.
“I’m pregnant?”
Bucky nodded, standing again so he could cradling your body close to his, kissing you all over. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, your heart full.
“You’re pregnant angel, my sweet baby”
A few weeks later
“C’mon, are you sure you don’t want any?” Nat smirked, taking a sip from her wine. You’d just arrived after your date with Bucky, the both of you joining the team for dinner afterwards. You shook your head, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple.
“I can make you a cocktail” Tony suggested, but you shook your head again.
“Why not” Wanda pouted but you giggled, bouncing on your feet, clinging onto Bucky’s hand. The team eyed you both curiously while you took of your jacket, a series of screams and cries erupting seeing your little baby bump under your dress.
“Cause I’m pregnant”
Bucky grinned, his hands cradling your tiny bump while everyone enveloped you both in a giant hug.
“I call God father!”
Could you imagine the first time people hear Bucky giggle. Not a belly laugh, not a chuckle, not a snort or a cackle. A giggle. The cutest, most adorable giggle with the nose scrunch and shy smile and flushed cheeks. Sam paused mid sentence, doing a double take before staring back at Tony.
“Did-did you just hear that?”
Tony’s face scrunches into something between a cross of amusement and confusion when he hears it again.
“The man who threw me off a roof is giggling”
“He almost shot me in the face” Tony snorted, the both of them watching Bucky scroll through a phone he just learned to use. He’s blissfully unaware he’s the current centre of attention, fully invested with scrolling through tiktok. He’s splayed out on the couch like a baby while his head rests on your lap, nearly purring in between his giggles when you card your fingers through his hair.
“He’s like a house cat. A really large, has the ability to kill us all from miles away, house cat” Sam shook his head. You absolutely love when he giggles because it’s not often. It’s when he’s relaxed and happy without a care in the world, comfortable enough to let his guard down. He comes the sweetest puppy ever and it melts you every time.
“You’re so cute, baby” you lean over to peck his nose causing another adorable sound to sneak out, his cheeks blushing even more “the absolute cutest”
Crack fic alert: Imagine Bucky with a pet he never wanted. He’s around the compound more cause he’s taking a break from missions for a while. In the meantime, Peter brought a hamster from the pet store and Tony is not having any of it.
“No”
“C’mon Mr. Stark, you won’t even notice him-
“I can smell him from the lab”
“I’ll invent something to stop the smell”
“Aren’t pets expensive”
“Aren’t you a billionaire?”
“Shut up Romanoff”
“He was like 2 bucks!”
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If it talks like a duck
I’m just in a silly goofy mood, I’m so sorry you have to deal with my shit. Just a lil more of this ridiculousness. They’re not necessarily related
Tony: Lets play guess the avenger, I’ll give you guys a clue and you guess who it is. Ass and no brains.
Bucky: Steve
Steve:???
Bucky: *shrugs* Your plans consist of jumping out of windows and landing on your shield.
Tony: Correct. Next, a lost puppy on 2 legs
Sam: Bucky
Bucky: What the hell?
Tony: Bonus round, a lost puppy on 2 legs that blushes and freezes
Sam: Bucky, when y/n is in the same room as him
Bucky: What- no-
You: Hey, what are you guys doing?
Bucky: *freezes before diving head first into the cushions*
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Tony: Truth or dare Bucky: Why are you like this
Tony: Just pick,
Bucky: Truth
Tony: Do you have a crush on anyone on the team?
Bucky:…I pick dare
Tony: I dare you to tell me if you have a crush on anyone on the team
Bucky:…I’m putting myself back in cyro
Tony:….
Bucky: STEVE TAKE ME BACK TO RUSSIA
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You: Bucky, could you-
Bucky: yes.
You: oh, uh, are you sure? I was just going to ask if-
Bucky: yes.
You: It’s just that-
Bucky: yes.
A few days later
Sam: How did y/n rope you into taking care of her hamster?
*Hamster sits on his shoulder while they both watch a documentary on Netflix*
Bucky: *brushes off sunflower seeds off his lap* Don’t ask.
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Sam: If it stares, growls and grunts like a bear, what is it
Steve: Bucky, when Walker talks to y/n
Bucky: Shut up punk
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Sam: Two truths and a lie, go
Bucky: I don’t like anyone, my hair is brown and I have a metal arm
Sam: Those are all truths, one is supposed to be-
Bucky: *looks at you with heart eyes*
Sam: OH MY GOD YOU LIKE Y/-
Bucky: *Yeets Sam across the room*
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You: I can’t find my knife, has anyone seen it? I need it for the next mission.
Sam: Here, take this with you *shoves Bucky by your side* He comes with knives, guns, and a staring problem. Great to shoo away unwanted attention.
You: *poke his side teasingly* This could do, will you protect me Barnes?
Bucky: *blushes furiously when you slip your hand into his, tugging him to the jet* Always, doll
Redemption
Bucky x reader, Morgan & Tony Stark, Alpine!
A/N: Been sitting with this idea for a while and I finally decided to write it. This doesn’t follow the events in the movies. Always wanted to see something where Bucky feels like he redeems himself with Tony, and Tony accepts Bucky. The ending felt a little rushed, might go back and edit this later but I hope you enjoy it! Please like, comment, reblog <3
Warnings: Angst (some violence), fluff
Word count: 3.4k
Bucky padded down the hall, wondering how come the left side of his bed was cold and empty this morning, though he had a sneaking suspicion of why.
“Alpine? Where’d you g-”
Bucky smiled, shaking his head as he entered the living room, watching Morgan set up her tea party, her stuffed animals and Avengers actions figures all lined in a row. In the middle, was a large fluffy cushion with the special guest of honour.
“Did you want Friskies or Temptations today Alpine?” Morgan held up two treat bags she had snuck out of Bucky’s room, nodding when Alpine pawed at the chicken treats.
“Chicken for you, shawarma for daddy’s friends, cheese burgers for daddy, Mr. Snuggle, you’ll have to share with me, I only have 1 chocolate chip cookie”
Morgan put 3 teats in a dish for Alpine, setting it in front of her. Alpine sniffed the bowl, waiting for Morgan to give her permission to eat.
“Let’s see, scotch for daddy, Thor I have Asgardian mead for you, and for Alpine- oh! I forgot your water bowl, let me go get it!”
Morgan got up, making a bee line to Bucky’s room, turning back to make sure the little white ball of fur stayed in her seat.
“Just give me a second Alpi- Oof!” She collided with a large wall of muscle, two strong hands safely catching her before she stumbled back.
“Hi Morgan” Bucky smiled softly, setting her back down “Whatcha doing?”
“Hi Mr. Barnes” grinned sheepishly, knowing he was looking for his fur baby “I’m having a tea party! But not a boring one, we can have alcohol! Did you want to join us, Alpine is the special guest”
Bucky snorted, nodding his head; he’d noticed Alpine getting slightly fuller from the many tea parties she’d attended but he didn’t mind. Alpine certainly didn’t seem to mind, enjoying the pampering and head scratches she got for hours on end.
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Imagine
18+ Minors dni
Bucky x f reader
A/N: self indulging here with how we ended up down this rabbit hole. A lil cocky Bucky.
Warnings: Dirty talking, a little smut, illusions to smut, swearing
The TikTok that started it all: https://www.tiktok.com/@hungrymathi/video/6948835965326707973?_t=8Tqbk2XuzbB&_r=1
Word count: 1.2k
You looked around you, sighing contently seeing no one else in the shared living room. You plopped down onto the large couch, snuggling into the cushions, pulling your phone out.
Tumblr.
Wattpad.
AO3.
The holy trinity; your latest guilty pleasure and favourite place to be. It all started with a tiktok.
Avengers walking in on you naked
You snickered at the accuracy of how each person would react; Tony, Steve, Sam, Peter but then the next avenger made your stomach clench. The one and only James Buchanan Barnes. The other avengers would run away or sneak a little glance. Bucky on the other hand, flicks his eyes over your body, licking his lips before walking in and shutting the door behind him. Sure, it was someone else pretending to be Bucky but that did it for you, you had entered a very interesting rabbit hole. You let curiosity get the best of you, searching his name and finding hundreds of TikToks. Some were some rather spicy edits of him working out or pictures of him shirtless. Those were nice, but what really sent you into a spiral were the stories.
It felt wrong but so right. He was your co-worker (disgustingly hot co-worker) for fucks sake but…
The first video you came across made you blush like a little school girl, momentarily confused about wtf y/n stood for. It was an elaborate story about you and Bucky pining for each other, classic idiots in love, there were almost 50 videos for the one story. It was sweet. Wholesome.
And then there were the ones where you were apparently Tony’s daughter (not too different from reality, Tony was very protective over you, more like a brother) and you were caught hooking up with Bucky. It started off with him teasing you, then you sat on his lap and then…. Butterfly emoji. You can imagine the rest?
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I was thinking about pregnant reader and bucky and I saw you wrote something already😂😅
I saw few posts where everyone finds out reader is pregnant before bucky and it honestly makes me angry 😒 it just irritates me. It's always they take one look at the reader and they all know. I just want at least once that bucky finds out first. Like if yn and Bucky were laying down and she asked bucky for some treats that she hid under the bed that she was craving (ofc bucky was on top of her😉) so he gets them and he starts thinking and goes to ask her like what she was craving, her boobs got bigger and what else happens... so in a few days while yn was sleeping he hears a heartbeat and so he gets a little but scared but no running! He starts talking to it and one day while they were cooking together, he asked yn what she thinks about getting married, moving in together babies etc. Maybe she has irregular period so she doesnt even notices (I usually skip few months even a year so ik I wouldn't notice if I got preggo 😂) so he tells her that she is pregnant and he can hear the heart beat so it goes to the tears and blah happy stuff. And when it gets to the dinner with avengers few weeks later she refuses cocktails and vine and when someone asks she is like well I AM pregnant and takes off her jacket just to see a small bump in a tight dress.
Prettyyyyy please with a cherry on top with whipped cream and a side dish to make this happen 🥺🙏🙏 I can even beg on my knees for this if you want
Babes, you do not have to beg when you come up with asks that speak to my weaknesses. Fuck, I love this so much, my whole heart YES.
18+ Minors dni "Buck"
"Bucckyyyyyy"
"Buchanan!"
Bucky snorted, pulling away from where he was kissing your neck, your pouty face looking back at him.
"Can you pleeease get the chocolate covered pretzels I hid under the bed" You smiled sheepishly. It wasn't a secret you had a little stash of snacks hidden in various parts of the room. Bucky discovered that when he went to grab his Henley from the closet and found a bag of m&ms tucked away between his clothes.
"Really baby? Right now?" He playfully rolled his eyes, ignoring how hard he was, reaching over and pulling the bag out, watching your face light up, giving him grabby hands.
"Can't help it, I've been craving sweet and salty stuff all day"
"I'll give you something sweet and salty" Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you smacked his arm, grabbing a pretzel and moaning at the taste.
"Perv"
"Never thought I'd have competition with a pretzel"
"Chocolate covered pretzel" You corrected, your eyes nearly rolling back, practically whining a the way the chocolate melted. He looked at you quizzically, he'd seen you have cravings before but never this strongly. He wasn't at all jealous a stupid sweet and salty snack craving had cut into his spicy cuddle time with you.
"What else have you been craving baby?"
You thought for a moment, naming a foot long list of colorful combinations and a disturbing amount of chocolate. Some of the foods you didn't even usually like...
You hummed contently after satisfying your craving, giving your attention back to Bucky. He gave you a devilish smirk, pinning you down on the bed, his boner against your panties.
"I'll give you something to actually moan about baby"
3 orgasms later
You snored softly cuddled against Bucky's body, his arm wrapping tightly around you. He pulled you closer to him, his hand snaking up to cup your boob, his favorite way to fall asleep. They felt...fuller. Bucky gave your breast a soft squish, careful not to wake you. He had your boobs in his hands, his mouth, face face at least twice a day, they were definitely a little fuller. In fact, they’d felt a little fuller for quite some time. Hm.
Over the next two weeks your cravings hadn’t ceased. He’d quietly restocked all your little stashes without telling you, noticing tiny changes in your regular routines. You slept a little more. You were a little more clingy (which he loved, carrying his little koala everywhere). You didn’t seem to notice anything, nor did anyone else but Bucky did. And he had an idea of what it could be.
You were fast asleep, curled up in bed in nothing but one of Bucky’s t-shirts, while he gazed down at your tummy. It had to be it, right? He carefully shuffled down, gently lifting your shirt, glancing up at you to make sure you were still asleep.
When he concentrated, Bucky was able to hyper focus on his sense of hearing, courtesy of the serum and all his assassin training. These were one of the few moments he was thankful for it. He laid his head on your belly, hearing the teensiest faint heart beat that he’d never heard before. He wasn’t a doctor but it all added up. Your cravings. The ever so slight softness of your body. How your boobs were fuller. Bucky’s heart and mind raced at the same time. Would he be a good father? Would his baby love him? He’d dreamt of this moment before but now it was actually happening.
"I know your in there" He whispers, narrowing his eyes at your belly. “Mommy might not even know yet, but I do” Bucky’s eyes flick up to you when you stir slightly, but remain asleep. “We’ll talk later, mama needs her rest”
Bucky carefully pressed a soft kiss to your belly before coming up and holding you again, his heart fluttering because even though he was a little scared, this was everything he ever wanted.
It became a regular occurrence. Bucky always made sure you were fast asleep before laying his head on your tummy, quietly talking to the little peanut in your belly.
“Do you care to explain why you make mommy crave ice cream at 3AM” Bucky whispered, rubbing his tired eyes after getting you some Ben and Jerry’s in the middle of the night. You’d fallen asleep immediately after, a content smile on your face.
A number of conversations had taken place that month.
“Mama doesn’t need chocolate covered oreos”
“Do you have daddy’s super hearing? I hope so, other wise I’m talking to myself”
“I understand the ice cream, but the potato chip sandwich was a little weird today, don’t you think?”
“You’re going to be chunky, mommy going to keep you more than well fed”
The entire month, Bucky couldn’t peel his eyes off you, your boobs were a little more plump and they were only going to get bigger. His cock got hard thinking about how gorgeous you’d look, pretty full breasts, your little one drinking from you....
Him drinking from you.
“She’ll keep me well fed too”
*****
“Y/n?” Bucky’s arms wrapped around your tummy, his head resting on your shoulder while you stirred some pasta, “What do you think about getting married?”
“Hmm, I’d say if someone asked me” You giggled, pecking a kiss to Bucky’s nose, not noticing him nervously shuffling behind you, completely abandoning the garlic bread he was making.
“Would you want to move in with me? Permanently?”
“I already basically live with you Bucky, but it’d make it easier if I moved all my stuff over. Might as well”
“W-what about having babies?”
“I’ve always wanted to have two” You smiled to yourself, thinking about your dream family with little Bucky’s running around.
“With me?” He whispered, a part of him worried you wouldn’t want that with him, given his past. You put the spoon down, turning to look at him while he bit his lip nervously. Your hand cradled his face, tracing over his scruffy beard.
“Of course with you Bucky, why would you doubt that?”
“Are you sure?”
You nodded, looking at Bucky curiously while his heart raced, he’d never asked you these questions before but you figured he should have already known the answer would have been yes.
“Why are you asking me all this baby?”
“Because...” Bucky hesitated, while you looked up at him, urging for him to continue. “You’re pregnant baby”
“H-how do you know” You whispered, your heart racing, melting into Bucky’s arms while he held you close to him. You didn’t have your period for a while but you figured it was just coming later than usual.
“I can hear the babies heart beat. When its really quiet, usually when you’re asleep”
Your breath hitched in your throat while Bucky kneeled in front of you, kissing your tummy, tears streaming down both your faces.
“I’m pregnant?”
Bucky nodded, standing again so he could cradling your body close to his, kissing you all over. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, your heart full.
“You’re pregnant angel, my sweet baby”
A few weeks later
“C’mon, are you sure you don’t want any?” Nat smirked, taking a sip from her wine. You’d just arrived after your date with Bucky, the both of you joining the team for dinner afterwards. You shook your head, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple.
“I can make you a cocktail” Tony suggested, but you shook your head again.
“Why not” Wanda pouted but you giggled, bouncing on your feet, clinging onto Bucky’s hand. The team eyed you both curiously while you took of your jacket, a series of screams and cries erupting seeing your little baby bump under your dress.
“Cause I’m pregnant”
Bucky grinned, his hands cradling your tiny bump while everyone enveloped you both in a giant hug.
“I call God father!”
Chicken nuggies.
Crack thought with all the fluff. ALL the fluff. Maybe a tiny dash of angst at the start but it's to set the plot.
Everything that could have possibly gone wrong went sideways as soon as the mission started. The team was ambushed. Bucky was separated from everyone else. His trigger words blared through the speakers and there was nothing anyone could do to stop the soldier from awakening.
Worst of all, you were badly injured. Steve groaned in pain, struggling to pull himself up when he saw the solider lock his eyes on your limp form, taking long strides towards you with purpose.
That wasn't good.
"Tony-I-I need back up, y/n is-what the hell"
Steve blinked watching his friend pick you up with the utmost care, holding you securely in his arms. A hydra agent attempted to order him, only to be silenced with a knife thrown to the throat. The soldier made his way towards the exit with you along with a limping Steve trailing behind him.
"Buck-
"Быстрее" [move] he ordered, carrying you close to his chest and sitting in his designated on the spot on the jet. He didn't say a word as the others filed in, growling when Tony didn't start the engine up fast enough. No one dared look in your direction, not wanting to make the wrong move and happy that Bucky had busied himself with looking over your injuries, mumbling in Russian while letting his hand brush over your cheek.
As soon as the jet touched the ground, he was on his feet and carrying you over to the medbay, refusing to set you down until he saw a doctor ready to help. While it wasn't exactly protocol to have him in the operating room while the doctors worked, no one was interested in arguing back with him when he placed himself in a corner, watching intently. His blue eyes which were normally filled with warmth and softness were now stone cold, eyeing every single movement of what was being done to you, his gaze relaxing when the surgeon gave him a shaky thumbs up.
He sat by your side the entire time, gear still strapped to his body, watching the steady beep of your heart monitor while you slept, the rest of the team quietly waiting outside. Sam peered in, quickly retreating back when Bucky glowered at him, getting up and closing the door so you could rest. He and Steve continued to peep through the little glass window, immediately ducking when they could feel steel blue eyes watching him.
"Do we try and help or-
"I don't want to die yet, also based on what I'm seeing, y/n in the safest place she could be"
You sighed happily as you blinked awake, feeling hazy as if you were floating upon the softest of clouds. The room was bright and clean, you could have been in heaven for all you knew.
Or you were just high as a kite from all the pain killers.
Then you saw him beside you.
Such a gorgeous man.
Handsome.
One who gave you butterflies with shy smiles.
"Soldat" You giggled, reaching over to stroke his scruffy cheek, brushing your thumb over the scowl on his lips, "Hi" You admired his sharp jaw, idly tracing over his features while his mouth twitched into something of a smile, all his muscles finally relaxing seeing you awake.
You yawned, stretching yourself out like a kitten out before rolling over with a flop to face the very pretty man who was sitting at your bedside. Your admiration was cut short with the rumble of your tummy.
There was only one thing you wanted now.
"Soldat, I want chicken nuggies" You demanded, the growl of your stomach solidifying your request. He simply nodded, getting up and out of his seat, making his way over to the one place he knew you'd want your "nuggies" from.
"H-how may I h-help you" The Mc Donald's cashier stared at the numerous guns and knifes strapped to the infamous soldier, his metal arm pointing to a kids meal combo that came with a 6 piece nugget.
A little red box was placed in front of him at lightening speed but that wasn't good enough. He peered into the bag, frowning when he saw a toy that you already had. He grabbed it and placed it back onto the counter, staring at the trembling employee while they rummaged to find a new one, grabbing fistfuls and stuffing into the bag instead. The soldier nodded when he was given one you didn't have before, making his way back to ensure you were fed.
It didn't take long for the news outlets to catch on that the Winter Soldier was out buying Happy Meals.
*Tony's suit, Thors hammer, Steve's now broken shield and some gentle deprogramming later*
"Still want more nuggies" You murmured against Bucky's chest, still a little hazy while he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"I'll always get you chicken nuggies, doll"
Avengers Reassemble Ch 1
*SPOILERS FOR SPIDER-MAN: FAR FROM HOME & AVENGERS:ENDGAME
“This is a terrible idea,” Peter Parker gulped, looking outside of his aunt’s car.
It was a peaceful evening in Queens as the teen watched his classmates dart into the building of Midtown High School. With the student’s senior year ending tomorrow and graduation in a week, the staff decided to hold a farewell party.
The problem was that the school begged Peter not only to attend, but to also give a grand speech to everybody there. Peter still remembered the class presentations, the charity balls and the court trials, and he remembers screwing up every one of them. But he wasn’t the type to say no to teachers, so here he was.
“Well, no turning back now, kiddo,” Aunt May grinned, “Come on. I overheard you rehearsing it in the bathroom for the past week. It sounds great!”
Peter blushed, tugging at his tie, “It really doesn’t.”
May sighed, placing a hand on the kid’s face. This boy’s been through so much. He’s lost his parents, Uncle Ben, Mr. Stark. He’s lost any chance of a normal life, but he still kept fighting. Even after his secret came out to the world, he still hasn’t given up.
“Hey, Peter, you deserve this,” May smiled, “A break from supervillains and world-ending disasters can’t hurt, right?”
Peter chuckled, “Guess not.”
“You’ve got this, kid,” May pecked a kiss on his cheek.
The boy opened the car door and began to walk towards the building. Students greeted him on the way in. A lot of them brought him into group selfies and asked for autographs. All Peter could do was put on a fake smile and put on a facade.
Peter began to mutter to himself, “Okay, Pete, you can do this. You’ve taken on Thanos, Vulture, asshole reporters. It’s just a simple graduation speech. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Once Peter reached the doors of the gymnasium, he groaned, “Oh, I am so screwed...Alright. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man.”
He pushed open the door to hear the sound of blaring music and bright neon lights. The gymnasium of Midtown High was buzzing with energy as the class of 2025 was partying it up. He recognized everyone there, including a few members from his decathlon team.
The young boy walked towards the podium, chest out and back straight. People began to clap for him as felt his classmates patting him on the back and congratulating him. What was only a few feet away from him felt like an eternity away.
Once Peter finally got there, he began to fumble with the microphone. Loud noises screeched from it as he tried to set it up. The audience cringed, but at least he got their attention, right?
He laughed nervously before clearing his throat, “Hello, class of 2025! How’s everyone doing tonight?”
The response he received was applause. He heard people cheering out his name, cheering for Spider-Man. It wasn’t easy after his identity was revealed, but with time, he was able to regain at least a little of the people’s good will.
He giggled a little, “Well, I know we’ve all got things to do and, uh, places to be, so I’m keeping it short. Kind of like me, heh!”
The lack of laughter caused Peter to begin to worry. He pulled out a stack of notecards and began to read them out loud.
“Now, I want you to go out there-Wait, no. That’s the, uh, last part. Must’ve mixed it up,” the boy stammered, “Let me just resort them.”
As he tried shuffling them back in the right order, he accidentally dropped the pile, causing the cards to fly away. Peter cursed at himself as he tried desperately to get them back together. The awkward silence caused him to start shaking as he nervously stuttered apologies to the audience.
Before Peter’s anxiety could completely engulf him, he finally noticed a certain someone in the crowd. His girlfriend, the amazing Michelle Jones.
The usually somewhat dour woman looked beautiful that night (hell, she looked beautiful every night) as she gave him a reassuring smile and a knowing look. MJ knew he was Spider-Man even before the incident with Europe and she’s been helping him with his job ever since.
One look from her reignited the boy’s confidence in himself as he dropped his cards, got back up, and leaned towards the microphone. He could do this.
“Now, I know we’ve been through a lot,” he started, “Europe, the Battle of New York...The Snap.”
He noticed the uneasy glances some of the students gave to one another as the memories of these events flooded back. They were raised in a world of iron men and god, where their city could be destroyed at any moment. Hell, they lost five years of their lives to a maniacal alien overlord.
Peter nodded, “Yeah, I know. It can be overwhelming, the world we live in. We thought we would never make it out alive. We thought we were doomed. But we made it. We persevered, we worked our asses off, and we got to where we are now. Well, as it weird as it may sound, that’s honestly no different from adulthood. We think that this is the end of our lives, that we won’t have any future, but...if we can survive Thanos, I think we can survive college!”
Laughter erupted through the audience, reassuring the child that everything was going well.
He smiled, tears of joy starting to well up, “I am so grateful, not only for having been your classmate, but also for being...your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. Thank you, Midtown High!”
The sound of clapping and cheering almost deafened Peter, as everyone was chanting his name. As he stepped down from the podium, he waved to everyone, almost like a president would wave to his citizens.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!,” he grinned, “I’ll be here all week! Well, not literally, but...you know what I mean.”
Peter walked across the room to finally embrace one of the people he cared about the most. MJ buried her neck into the boy’s shoulder as Peter stood on his toes to reach her.
Peter sighed, “Well, that could’ve gone better.”
“Well, it was better than that bio presentation from last month,” MJ pointed out.
“You ever gonna let me forget that?,” he asked.
“Not in a million years, Web-Head,” she placed a hand on his shoulder, “Better than being the Menace of Queens, right?”
“Oh, I’d rather not think about Jameson right now,” Peter groaned.
“Yo, Pete!,” cried a voice from behind Peter. He turned to see his best friend, Ned Leeds, standing behind him, wearing his fedora and everything.
“Ned, holy crap, man!,” he hugged his friend, “I heard about you getting the Osborn Scholarship, congrats!”
“Thanks, Peter!,” Ned beamed, “Looks like you’re not the only one working for a billionaire!”
“Ey, last time I checked, Stark Industries is still on top,” Peter bragged. He was happy that even after the passing of Mr. Stark, his wife, Mrs. Potts, still wanted Peter to work for her at Stark Industries. It was only as an intern, but it was still nice to be working for the company he idolized for years.
“Whatever, man,” Ned scoffed, “By the end of this year, Oscorp’s gonna be the best of the best all thanks to yours truly.”
“Well, I’m sure your plans for a fully-functioning Lego Death Star will thoroughly impress your boss,” Peter commented.
“Don’t give Oscorp any ideas,” MJ snickered, “Knowing them, that’s totally something that overly-patriotic, corporate douchebag would build.”
As Ned and MJ went about their usual back-and-forth on Oscorp’s beliefs and policies, Peter could only watch and smile. This was what he loved about this school. This was what he was going to miss.
…
After a few years, the night ended and everybody began to head out. Ned headed out with Betty a half-hour before the party was over, leaving MJ and Peter on their own.
Everybody was heading over to Flash Thompson’s house to keep the party going. MJ wasn’t the type to party, but she did like skulking in the back to creep out the party-goers. Peter usually liked to watch, but he was just dying to go out and fight crime.
The two walked out, hand-in-hand, as Peter begin to fiddle with his web-shooter on his left arm.
MJ couldn’t help but notice the gadget on the boy’s wrist, “You are just itching to get out of here, aren’t you.”
Peter gulped, quickly tugging his sleeve down to hide the object, “Oh, I, uh, I’m sorry, MJ, this speech’s just got me thinking.”
After a moment of silence, the taller girl scoffed, “Well, you gonna share with the class?”
Peter shook his head, “It’s just that...it’s starting to hit me. I’m now the only superhero still working in New York. I mean everyone else is either retired or...gone. It’s just me.”
The somber look on the boy’s face prompted the young woman placed an arm on his shoulder, “Hey, loser, you might be the only one in this city running around in spandex, but you sure as hell aren’t alone.”
“Thanks, MJ,” Peter said as he embraced the girl he cared about.
“Don’t stay out too late,” the girl commanded to him.
“I make no promises,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He only walked a few steps before rushing back, giving MJ a kiss on the cheek. The sight of her blushing got him to snicker as he hopped over the gates of his school and started swinging away.
MJ slowly lifted a hand to her face, “Oh, that nerd.”
…
The boy sat on the roof of a building in downtown Queens. Crime in the city was lax tonight, so Peter didn’t even have anyone to fight. He took of his mask and sighed, looking over the place that raised him.
Peter couldn’t help but feel alone now. He hasn’t had contact with any of the Avengers in about two years, not since Mr. Stark’s funeral. He knew that there were other heroes out there, but he hasn’t heard about them in news in a while.
Dr. Banner and Mr. Barton retired, Thor’s in space, Captain Rogers is in hiding, and Agent Romanoff and Mr. Stark are...gone. No one’s guarding the planet now.
The world needed protectors. Was Peter going to be the only one to step up for that role?
He sighed, “How did Mr. Stark do this?”
“You know, usually a guy getting out of high school would be out partying.”
Peter quickly turned around to see a man in a giant grey suit floating behind him. The guy was so large that even when his slow landing created a loud thud. The helmet popped off of his face to reveal a familiar face.
“Sup, Pete. Been a while,” greeted James Rhodes, the War Machine.
Peter met the soldier briefly during Tony’s funeral. He was nice, helped comfort him during the process.
The boy stuttered, “Rhodey, hey! I mean, Mr. Rhodey! I mean, Mr. Rhodes! Or is it Colonel Rhodes?”
The older man raised his hands up, “Whoa! Slow your roll there, kid. Rhodey’s fine. What are you doing up here?”
“Uh, just patrolling the neighborhood, keeping the city safe, the usual.”
“I saw you walk out of your school,” the colonel said, “You know, when Tony got of high school, the end of the year party he held at his place was something out of a dream. It was the type of thing older Tony would regret.”
“Yeah, figured,” the kid nodded, remembering the stories of Tony from before he became a superhero.
“Not that big of a party guy, huh?”, Rhodey noticed the shy look on the boy’s face.
“Pfft, before tonight, the last real party I had ended with me almost getting killed my homecoming date,” Peter laughed before regaining his composure, “Yeah, I...Parties have never really been that great for me. With everything that’s happened...I’m really not in the mood, you know?”
Rhodey nodded. He was more the type who would get dragged to parties instead of going on his free will, “I can get that. Sorry, I couldn’t help you with that whole Europe thing.”
“It’s cool. I know you’ve been busy,” Peter nodded sympathetically, “So, what brings you to Queens?”
The man in the armored suit began to shuffle awkwardly, “Well this is gonna sound crazy, but…I’m here to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative.”
Avengers Reassemble Ch 2
The king fondled with the silver ring on his finger, almost as though it would drop anytime soon. It looked as though T’Challa’s entire focus was solely on the trinket on his hand.
“Are you going to keep on fondling that ring all day,” his sister, Princess Shuri, joked. She walked towards him, a hologram of what looked like a finished building in her hand.
The two were standing before a construction site in Oakland where a few buildings were being built. The sound of drills and jackhammers filled the air, as well as what sounded almost like lasers. Construction workers, both American and Wakandan, ran back and forth, discussing plans and designs.
T’Challa rolled his eyes, “Oh, hush now. How goes construction?”
“Everything is going according to plan,” the teenager nodded, “The Outreach Centre should be finished by next month.”
“That is good,” the king nodded, “So many in this nation need our help as soon as possible.”
This area was once a symbol of Wakanda’s failures and mistakes. Where T’Challa’s father not only killed his own brother, but abandoned his own nephew. A nephew who almost caused the downfall of Wakanda itself.
Now, this place was going to be a symbol of Wakanda’s generosity and successes. A bridge between Wakanda and the rest of the world, where the technology and practices of T’Challa’s people could save lives.
However, to some people, it wasn’t enough.
Shuri’s smile slowly dropped as she looked around, “T’Challa, I know we are doing good work here, but do you not feel like we could do more?”
T’Challa sighed, having grown tired of this conversation, “Shuri, we have discussed this. We have been gone for five years. We need to concentrate on rebuilding our own nation and our ties to the rest of the world.”
While the Snap affected the lives of many, it hit T’Challa hard. The entire royal family was turned to dust, leaving the nation without a Black Panther to protect them or rule. The heart-shaped herbs were only to be consumed by those of royal blood, so no one could take the title. The Council and the Dora Milaje were the only ones keeping order.
Unfortunately, once the royal family returned, it’s been a difficult process returning to the original status quo. Even worse as outside of Okoye’s work with the Avengers, the nation has been keeping out of the issues the rest of the world was dealing with. It was as if they were backtracking to before Killmonger’s rule.
Shuri groaned, “I know the Council has been keeping you busy, but is there not a more proactive role we could take? Maybe while wearing a certain Panther uniform?”
“The role of the Black Panther is not only to fight off evil, but to bring hope and aid to those in need,” T’Challa shook his head, “I must not only-.”
“ ‘Break bones, but also build bridges’,” Shuri finished his sentence, a small smile crossing her face, “That was the only way Baba could get you to memorize your duties.”
T’Challa grinned, remembering his father’s words. He already had a lot of responsibilities to handle before Thanos’s attack. Now, that amount has doubled.
“I still feel like there is more we could be doing,” Shuri argued, “Like in New York. Fighting for a righteous cause, to protect people like we promised.”
“I understand,” T’Challa nodded, “But this is where our focus should be.”
The two stood in silence, their gaze on the construction, until an odd sound rippled through the air. Something that sounded like fires sparking.
“Wait, do you hear something,” the teenager asked.
They turned to see an amber-colored ring start to form behind them. Sparks flew from it as it looked like a figure was coming through.
T’Challa tilted his head, “Is that-?”
From the portal came a man wearing a long red cloak and a blue uniform, a golden necklace around his throat. It was the Master of the Mystic Arts himself, Doctor Stephen Strange.
“King T’Challa,” the sorcerer spoke in a deep voice, “I believe we have business to discuss.”
Shuri chuckled, “Well, if it isn’t the doctor with the cheekbones!”
“For Bast’s sake…,” T’Challa cursed, “What brings you to Oakland, Doctor Strange?”
“I need you to come with me,” Strange asked, “I have a proposal for you.”
The king turned to his sister, who laughed, “Like that movie Baba hated. Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, eh?”
T’Challa looked to the sky, asking for death, before walking towards the portal, “Just stay here.”
The king walked through the portal and found himself inside what looked like a large mansion. Like the ones his parents took him to when they made diplomatic trips to Europe.
“Where are we?,” T’Challa asked.
“Bleecker Street. New York,” answered Strange, “Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?”
“Tea would be nice,” the king nodded.
“Alright,” Strange turned to look at the collar of his cloak, “Cloak?”
Suddenly, the cloak fell off of the doctor’s shoulders and flew off to another room, bringing back a teacup with a spoon in it.
T’Challa warily took the cup into his hands, his eyes focused on the floating piece of clothing, “By the goddess…”
He only looked down when he felt the cup heat up. He looked down to see it slowly fill with hot tea, “Incredible...How are you doing this?”
“I’m not creating the tea out of thin air,” Strange explained, “Right now, that’s coming from the kettle of some college kid from London. Sugar?”
“Yes please,” the king nodded. Two cubes of sugar surfaced out of the cup, dissolving in the drink, “Impressive. Now, what is it that you wished to discuss?”
“It’s a simple invitation really,” Doctor Strange cleared his throat, “I have been sent to offer you a position amongst Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.”
T’Challa almost spat out his tea before gulping. He slowly began to realize what this was about, “You want me as an Avenger?”
Strange chuckled a little, “As odd as it is to say, yes, I’m here to bring you into the Avengers Initiative.”
The king began to eye the wizard carefully to make sure he wasn’t joking. He always respected the Avengers even before he actually met them, but he would’ve never thought in a million years that they would wish to have him as a member.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that the team has returned,” T’Challa said.
“Not all of the original members have, but a few have come to me for help in choosing members,” Stephen explained.
“I assumed a man such as yourself would prefer to stick to your own corner of the universe,” T’Challa said, “Focusing only on the more...paranormal.”
“The people of Kamar-Taj have been protecting the Earth for centuries,” Strange described, “However, we always needed aid from more...earthly heroes.”
“Such as the Avengers.”
“Yes,” Stephen nodded, “That’s why I and a few others have joined to bring back the team. I believe a man of your prestige, power, and heroism would be a great addition.”
T’Challa was genuinely amazed to receive this offer and maybe in a different time, he would have immediately accepted the position. However, this was definitely the wrong time.
“I understand your concerns. If Thanos has taught us anything, it’s that the world needs protectors,” the ruler agreed, “However, I have my own dilemmas at the moment. I have my nation, my people,...”
“Your recent engagement?,” the sorcerer finished the statement, before quickly adding, “Congratulations, by the way.”
T’Challa nodded in thanks. A year after he returned to the world of the living, T’Challa decided to propose to his beloved Nakia. The woman inspired him to go out into the world in the first place and there was no one that he would’ve rather dedicated his life to.
“I don’t know if I have the time to act as a crime-fighter,” T’Challa frowned, looking away.
Stephen sighed and nodded, understanding the man’s concerns. As Sorcerer Supreme, he already had a large array of responsibilities. However, he knew that he needed to join this team if we wanted to make sure this reality was 100% safe.
“Sir, I know this is a lot to deal with and I’m sorry,” Strange apologized, “But the world...It needs heroes. Especially now that we’ve lost…”
“Now that we have lost Stark,” T’Challa ended the sentence, nodding somberly.
He learned of how Strange told Stark about the one of fourteen-million outcomes where they would be successful and how in the end, Tony had to die to accomplish it.
Strange looked down at the floor, his face covered with guilt, “I may not have killed him myself, but I set the dominos up...I took an oath as a doctor not to do harm to others and I failed.”
T’Challa shook his head, “Stark made the choice of his own free will. Blaming yourself will get you nowhere. Believe me. I know.”
The king couldn’t help but think back to his crusade against the Winter Soldier, where his guilt for letting his father die overtook his senses. He knew the power of regret and grief and he knew that that wasn’t something he should face alone.
“I shall consider your invitation,” T’Challa sighed, “However, I cannot promise that I will accept it, Doctor.”
A smile finally came onto Doctor Strange’s face, “Thank you, T’Challa. Just contact me when you’ve made a decision.”
The doctor began to spin his arm in a circle, which opened up another amber portal behind T’Challa. Through it, he could see the construction in Oakland right there.
“I shall be in touch,” T’Challa nodded before walking through it.
Once the portal closed, Strange began to straighten his back and levitate, “Now, off to San Francisco.”
After a few seconds, his astral form surfaced from his body and vanished from the mansion, reappearing in a lab to greet two figures.
The doctor’s spirit looked down at the two, “Mr. Lang, Ms. Van Dyne, we need to talk.”
Scott’s eyes widened as his jaw almost dropped to the floor, “Oookay. Yeah, this is happening.”
Hope threw her arms up in frustration, “Oh, what the hell now?”
Avengers Reassemble Ch 3
Sakaar wasn’t a very forgiving place, as Brunnhilde’s ship was being tailed by a fleet of the planet’s deadliest pilots. What was supposed to be a diplomatic mission to find allies in the cosmos for New Asgard turned into a chase for vengeance.
“SHIT! CAN ANYONE READ ME?!,” Valkyrie shouted out to the communications device on her ship, “THIS IS BRUNNHILDE OF NEW ASGARD CALLING FOR AID!”
A few shots from behind her almost took off her ship’s right wing. The Asgardian dipped down to get out of her enemies’ s scope. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working.
“I REPEAT! THIS IS BRUNNHILDE OF NEW ASGARD CALLING FOR HELP!,” the ruler called out, “I’VE GOT A SHIT TON OF MERCENARIES ON MY ARSE AND I’D RATHER NOT DIE TODAY!”
Valkyrie began to mutter to herself, “Become new ruler, he said. It would be an easy job, he said. You can trust me, I’m the mighty, all-knowing Thor, HE SAID!!! FOR THE LOVE OF ODIN, WHERE IS THAT WOMAN?!”
She could’ve just stayed here working for the Grandmaster or she could’ve been having fun somewhere on Alfheim, but nooo! She had to say yes to helping out Dumb and Dumber kill their evil sister! Now, she’s running a damn nation, everyone was either begging for her help or trying to kill her, and she had to stay sober for this mission for FOUR DAYS!
A beeping alarm came from the warrior’s dashboard, “Warning! Massive energy signature detected!”
“Oh, what in the Hel now?!,” Valkyrie groaned.
Out of nowhere, a blazing light caught her attention. It was like looking into the sun. The sound of explosions rattled the ruler’s ears as she tried to get a look at what was going on.
“Your highness,'' came a voice from the dashboard, “Need a hand?”
Valkyrie looked up to see a blonde woman in red and blue looking down at her, burning like a supernova. Captain Carol Danvers gave the Asgardian a smile, as she hovered before her ship.
“Well, if it isn’t the Kree Captain,” Brunnhilde noted, “Would it hurt for you to pick up the damn pager once in a while?”
“Aw, don’t tell me you came all the way to Sakaar for little ol’ me,” Carol jokingly mused.
“We’ve got some stuff to talk about,” Valkyrie told her knight in glowing armor, “You know a place where we can chat?”
…
“You are my type of guy,” Brunnhilde gleamed as she downed another bottle.
The bar the two were at was filled with criminals, but they were the type not to draw attention to themselves by starting some type of fight with the two heroes. As the valkyrie chugged down the drink, Carol watched her carefully, starting to grow impatient.
“I’m guessing you didn’t cross galaxies just to get wasted,” Carol commented.
“Trust me, they do not sell this brand back on Earth, I’ll tell you that,” Brunn smirked, “No, I need your help. The whole of Earth does.”
“What’s going on?,” Danvers asked.
“That team of yours wants you back,” Valkyrie answered, “Those Avengers of yours.”
Carol scoffed. She remembered working with that group during the aftermath of the Snap. They weren’t exactly the best company, but she had respect for them. Plus, it was a whole team named after her! At least she knew Fury had taste.
“I thought they disbanded after Thanos.”
“They’re coming back together,” Valkyrie explained, “New group and all. Apparently, our names are on the roster.”
“Hm. And what makes them think that I would join them?,” the captain asked quizzically.
“From what I can tell, the Skrulls are doing much better now,” Valkyrie pointed out, “And a good number of the planets you were sent to help are doing far better now. Even this hellhole.”
“Yeah, the people running this place sure have it out for you,” Carol responded.
“Yep,” Valkyrie took another swig, “So, you in or out?”
Carol thought it over. She missed Earth. She really did. She missed the Louisiana nights. She missed messing around with Fury. She missed her family. But she couldn’t go back now.
After the Blip, she finally got them back. Her Maria, her Monica. But they were different. Staying with the Skrulls all these years caused the captain to forget about the shackles of time and age. While she remained as young as when she first got her abilities, time moved on for them. Maria may have forgiven her for the years she missed, but Monica was a bit more...hesitant.
Plus, this was a team! Last team she was on ended up betraying her. No, there was too much baggage.
Carol shook her head, “Look, I’m flattered and everything, but I’m more of a solo act. Your welcome for the save, by the way.”
“Of course,” Valkyrie smirked, “As is the Kree way, right? Not to work with those lower than you?”
The captain’s fists clenched, “I’m not a Kree.”
“Yet you still wear the uniform of one of their soldiers,” Valkyrie scoffed, “Look, I’m not good with emotions or sympathy or any of those made up words Bruce told me about, but I’m going to take a stab at it. The metaphorical stab, not the literal one.”
“Oh boy,” Carol exhaled, ready for some awful advice.
“I’ve tried running away from my responsibilities before. Tried to get away from the place I called home. Wasted my time drinking and working for whoever paid. Believe me, I would guzzle liquor until I blacked out,” Brunnhilde reminisced, “Then I realized that running didn’t solve anything. I had to go back, I had to fix things back home. I think what I’m getting at here is that you can’t run forever.”
Carol listened closely, sympathizing with the woman sitting next to her, “What’s your game in all of this?”
Brunnhilde bitterly let out a laugh, “...I’ve seen too many people die on my watch.”
She took another swig of her bottle and hopped off of her seat, “Well, once you decide to get off your arse and help out, you know where to find me.”
Carol watched the warrior walk out and began to think it over. How was she going to live her life?
Friendly Criminal Spider-Man AU Part One!