Quiet Mouse (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

“Oh, don’t be a bitch.” (requested by anon)

Soldiers || Part 18/? || Steve Rogers /Reader

Summary:You, Steve and Natasha reach your old military base on New Jersey and someone from your past returns

Genre: Angst, Some fluff

Fandom: Captain America, Marvel

Disclaimer: Why do I even put a Disclaimer if say the same things??

A/N: Oh god I have a test in Ancient Greek tommorow.. Wish me luck…

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You were outside of the base while memories of you, Steve, Bucky, Peggy and Howard came to your mind. How you and Steve used to run before the serum and colonel Philips screaming at you both for being late. Steve had the same thoughts too. But he didn’t think of chester yelling, but you. How every time you were sparkling and looked beautiful, your kindness and heart of gold. That’s the woman he fell for. And now, she’s his. Natasha didn’t know what to say. Seeing your faces was enough for her to understand what you were feeling right now.

“Wait, that building. Steve, I think it’s not in the right place..” He nodded and broke the lock pushing the door open. Many old computers were there. In the wall hung pictures of your friends in the army. You moved next to a library that seemed weird to all of you. “If you’re already in a secret base, why do you hide the elevator?” He said and you helped him push open the leaves of the library.

The secret floor had some some computers. The same as the others from upstairs but bigger. In the middle, next to the bigger computer, a new-technology usb port made Natasha get more interested. She plugged the flash drive into the port. The screen turned on and it wrote a message “Initiate system?”

“Yes” Natasha typed. The camera started moving and analyzing your faces. It stopped at Steve.

“Steven Grant Rogers, born 1918. Y/N Barnes, born 1918. Natalia Romanoff, born 1984.” The man in the computer had a very familiar voice.

“Zola.” You and Steve exchanged a look.

“You know that thing?”

“Before Captain Rogers and future mrs. Rogers here didn’t send me to jail I was a human like you madam. In 1972 I got diagnosed and science couldn’t save my body but, my mind was worth saving under two hundred thousand feet of data banks. And now, you’re standing on my brain. ” The machine said and the picture of Arnim Zola appeared.

“What the-?” You said and looked to the ground taking some steps closer to Steve. “But, HYDRA died with the red skull. How can it be possible to exist?”

“Cut off one head two more shall take it’s place” Steve rolled his eyes at the usual Hydra’s moto.

“Prove it” Natasha commanded and he showed a display of the redskull, some battles of the hollowing commandos, Captain America and you, Mrs. America. Then it showed SHIELD’s beginning. He showed how HYDRA killed Howard and Maria Stark and made it to look like a car accident.

“We won, Captain Rogers and Barnes, your deaths amounts to the same as your life. Zero sums.“ Steve clenched his fist and punched the screen

“What does the flash drive contains?” Natasha questioned your old enemy.

“Project insight requirs insight so I wrote an algorithm. “

” What does it do?“

“Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” The doors behind you started closing and you threw your shield but it didn’t close.

“Guys, a missile is on the way..” Natasha said.

“Who fired it?”

“Shield” You had only thirty seconds. Steve grabbed you by your waist and pulled the three of you in a hole, using your shields to protect the three of you. You were screaming from the pain and soon enough, everything around you turned black. Steve got away the heavy rocks from you and Natasha and pulled you to the surface.

“Y/N?Baby, are you alright?” You slowly opened your eyes. “Oh my god I was so scared.” You could see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine… Did you got hurt? Natasha?” He nodded and picked Natasha up.

“She is breathing luckily. We have to find a safe place..” As you made sure that noone else was there you walked to the woods.

“I don’t get it? What did Zola meant with that algorithm?”

“I’m not sure, I guess we’ll find out. You sure that you’re alright? Babe you look a bit pale..”

“I’m fine, Stevie. Don’t worry about me.” The truth is, you were scared. Not scared about getting yourself hurt or anything.. You were scared what if Steve or Natasha could get hurt or you can’t save the earth again. But also, you were worried about something else.. Something inside of you.. “I’m not in fire, so yeah. I’m fine.” He smiled to you kissed your cheek. Natasha started opening her eyes. “Hey sleeping beauty. Are you ok?” She nodded and stood on her feet.

“Where are we going?”

“At a friend’s” Five minutes later the three of you reached an apartment not far from the city center. Steve knocked the door and that guy that Steve was chatting with when he was jogging opened the door. “We’re sorry we just needed a place. Everybody is trying to kill us.”

“Not everyone” Sam said and offered you to come in. His house wasn’t big enough. He had a small living room detached with the cuisine and two small bedrooms. Each one had it’s own bathroom. It was a joyful place though. The windows were big enough and plenty of light was entering the home and made you feel warmth. After you showered you moved to the kitchen and sat next to Steve.

“We’re sorry if we’re disturbing you Sam, but shield is after us.” You said with an apologetic and sad look on your face but Sam smiled at you to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, It’s nice I have Captain America, Mrs. America and Black Widow in my apartment. It’ll be my pleasure to help you guys.” You gave him a side-smile. “But seriously now, what happened with them?”

“Hydra was growing into SHIELD this hole years. They killed Nick Fury and they are hunting us. You said you were a pilot right?“

“Well not exactly..” He handed Steve a folder with some pictures and articles. Sam Wilson wasn’t a simple pilot. He had a suit with wings. The name was Falcon.

“We can’t ask you to do that..”

“Dude, Mrs and Captain America wants my help I’d be more than happy to help them “ He smiled and the four of you headed out to the door.

Flash foward to the bridge’s incidents

You were in the backseats next to Sitwell. You were moving him to a secret location so he can tell you more about Hydra. Sam was driving and Steve was next to him, sometimes turning his head to you, to see if you’re alright. You nearly screamed when an arm, metal arm popped into the car, dragging Sitwell out and throwing him off the bridge. Natasha grabbed her gun and shooted. The winter soldier stole Sam’s steering wheel and he lost car’s control.

You grabbed Natasha and kicked the door with your shield dragging her out with you. Steve did the same with Sam. Three black cars appeared and Hydra men came out. The winter soldier shot a rocket and Steve pushed you so it could hit his shield. He fell of the bridge. You stopped time to kill some of the men but it was late to take the winter soldier down. He came towards you and you kicked his knee, and backflipped so he couldn’t get any closer. You fought some minutes before he kicked and punched you causing to fell off the bridge too, causing you to fell with your back. “Shit” you mumbled as you noticed the pool of blood around you. With all your strength you stood up and grabbed the black Thompson gun next to the dead agent. You fired and killed the man that tried to shoot at Steve. He ran to you when he noticed the pool of blood which matched your back.

“Y/N! Are you alright baby? Please tell me that you’re alright.” You shook your head and he gave you a quick hug. “Thank God.” You wanted that moment to last longer but you noticed Nat fighting with the winter soldier, but getting shot. He was ready to kill her but you and Steve joined the fight before he could.

After some minutes of constantly punching, kicking Steve threw a kick on his face causing the mask to slip. The man stood there looking at you. You looked at him in shock, not beliving who he was. “Bucky?” Steve asked but he remained silent for some seconds.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” Bucky said and Sam caused an explosion which Bucky found a good feint and left. You looked at the ground. Brock Rumlow and his team came, pointing guns at all of you.

“Fell on your knees, hands up!” He screamed as his men pushed the gun on your temple. “Not here!” He yell when he saw the helicopter on the sky. They locked you, Steve, Natasha and Sam to the back of one of their cells with two Hydra agents to look after you.

“It’s all my fault..” You whispered as hot tears fell down your face. “I couldn’t save him and they did that to him.”

“Sweetheart it’s not your fault. We talked about this many times before. So please don’t blame yourself for something you’re not culpable of.“ You shook your head.

“Y/N, I wasn’t there when he fell, but I know that’s not your fault.” Natasha tried to reassure you but then you noted the blood on her shoulder.

“She needs some medic care. She lost much blood, she will die in here if we don’t do anything.” The agent on the door pulled two electrical sticks of her suit. She sticked them to the man next to her and kicked him at his face.

“This thing was squeezing my brain..” Maria said as she pulled the helmet out. “Who the hell is this guy?”

Tangled up in Webs:Pt:3

Warnings: Violence, Spoilers (???)

Pairing: Spider-man x reader, Peter Parker x reader Summary: You are one of the Avengers hiding in Wakanda. Being the youngest and the only one with a secret identity, you are sent to New York to be undercover in Queens. You’re supposed to be focused on the mission- but then a distraction pops into your life. Well- more like swings.

1:http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/145877178561/tangled-up-in-webs

Pt 2: http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/145920979041/tangled-up-in-webspt2

It had been three weeks since the incident with the water balloons. It was an easy fix, despite how much discomfort it had caused you. The only sign you could see of the damage now was your old notifications. Before your tech had been improved because of the Avengers, you would get images flashing across your vision. Not glitchy ones like when the water balloon hit you- useful things. Things like heart-rate, internal temperature, heat signatures, even news feeds. You didn’t mind having them back- but you felt less human now. It was just something you would have to deal with. Your hearing and visual panel had been slightly water logged when you first started, but you and Scott had managed to figure out how to fix it. Which had almost seemed impossible with how many times Cassie would ask questions about your abilities, or why you had wires in your head. But despite finishing the work in a couple hours, your mind flittered back to Tony, knowing how easily he could have fixed you. Those kind of things you tried not to think about. After that, the next three weeks passed by quickly without you noticing. You became used to where you were- knowing Peter, acting like you had a family, doing your homework even. It all had begun to feel natural. And that was the problem. You were getting attached- you weren’t supposed to do that. Especially forgetting to actually investigate. The only time you had really investigated was late at night and you had run out of options. You decided to go down to the shadiest place in town and wait, hoping to hear anything Super villain worthy. So you stood on the roof of a building, scowling as you tried to sketch the street below. Where would the best place for super-powered villains to attack be? You quickly erased a line as you groaned, looking up periodically to see if anyone on the slummy streets below would make any moves on the various bars and clubs that littered the dingy neighborhood. You sighed and cupped your chin into you palm, tapping the side of your cheek. And you had thought posing as a normal teenager was the hard part. “What are you doing?” You felt something land behind you, and it took all of your willpower not to generate a gun from your arm and shoot whoever had snuck up on you. Instead you jumped, dropping your sketchbook. You spun around, coming face to face with the superhero you had met twice. Well, now it was three times- that didn’t matter. The first time had actually been when you were in costume, fighting him at an airport. He had been really annoying. Crazy annoying. You scowled at him, your face bunching up. “What do you think you’re doing- running around, sneaking up on people like that?!” You exclaimed, fists resting on your hips and making yourself look angry. “Me? I’m not the one who should be getting interrogated- what are you doing around here, on a building… sketching people?” He asked as he bent down and snatched up your notebook. You lunged forward for your book, but Spider-man simply danced out of reach. “Huh. You’re pretty good at this.” “Give it back!” You huffed, still reaching for you sketchbook. He held the book way over his head, to far away for you to reach it, just enough to give you hope. “Aw come on, isn’t art supposed to be public?” He said, still laughing at you. This last laugh must have pushed you over the edge, because you made up your mind. You lunged at him a second time, expecting him to dodge again. But Spider-man had been caught off-guard. You barreled directly into him, arms wrapping around his chest and taking him down. You both landed hard, the superhero directly under you. “Ow…” He said, weird mechanical eye-holes squinted shut. “HA!” You exclaimed and reached over his head for one of his hands, the one gripping tight to your sketch book. You ripped it from his hands triumphantly and sat up, still laughing. “For someone who looks so small, you hit really hard.”  Spider-man said, looking up at you. You smirked, knowing the exact reason for that. “I guess I’m just full of surprises.” “Yeah. You definitely are… Can you get off me now?” You blinked and then looked down. You were straddling him. You blushed and scrambled off, mind racing. A red line of text flashed in your vision, telling you your heartbeat was abnormally fast. You dismissed the notification. “Sorry.” You muttered, looking anywhere but at Spider-Man. “It’s fine. I’m not hurt. No harm, no foul.” You looked at him sideways, realizing that he didn’t understand the implications of the position you had been in a couple of moments ago. You were relieved- but another feeling seeped into your mind. You closed your eyes, wishing you weren’t a hormonal teenage girl. “So really, why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be at home? In bed?” “You don’t know my sleep schedule.” You quipped, flipping through the pages of your book. “Sure- but I know your schedule doesn’t include hanging out in shady places late at night”. You cocked an eyebrow suggestively, a smirk risk  to your face. “What do you do stalk me? I didn’t take you as that kind of guy.” You teased, pressing the notebook to your chest. To your surprise, Spider-Man instantly became flustered, the tech in your brain telling you that his heart rate had increased. “No of course not!” Spider-Man exclaimed, arms waving expressively, “I wouldn’t follow you around- people who do that are weird! I definitely haven’t followed you home and watched you!” You stared, mouth hanging open slightly. “Oh my gosh. You totally followed me home.” You stated, one arm extending and moving for emphasis. “No! I didn’t I swear!” You almost giggled. Spidey’s voice had again become higher, increasing with his emotion. You walked over to him, looking him up and down. An orange light blinked in the corner of your vision. He was definitely lying. But he seemed flustered enough that you couldn’t believe that his intentions had been anything but well meaning. He was kinda annoying- but he seemed to always mean well. You smiled and moved closer, patting him on the shoulder. “I’ll forgive you- if you tell me about Kraven. Does he have any affiliates?” “Just because I’m embarrassed doesn’t mean you can trick me.” “So that means I’m ‘still in danger’?” “Yeah.” “Okay. See you around Web-head.” You shrugged and turned around, heading for the edge of the roof. “Wait- how are how you getting down?” “Same way I came up. Parkour.” You answered enthusiastically, edging your way off the roof. Spidey watched you go, staying silent for a long while. He sighed, putting a hand on his head now that you were out of earshot. “Uhhhhh she’s gonna kill me. I think I’m getting gray hairs- and I just turned sixteen!” “What’s that?” You asked, looking at the crumpled flyer in Peter’s hand. Peter looked at you as you walked down into the subway after school. “Uh, it’s nothing really important. Just a dance.” He said, sounding pretty negative about the subject. You snatched the paper from his hands, all while maneuvering around other people. “A dance? I didn’t know that high schools had dances…” You said, looking at the flyer with intense concentration. “You didn’t?” “No. I didn’t think education systems would bother with things like that.” You replied, turning the flyer over to find more information. “Well don’t worry, our dances suck anyway. There’s no reason you should have to worry about it.” Peter said sullenly as you both made your way to the subway platform. You looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “You sound kinda bitter about all this.” Peter laughed half-heartedly. “Let’s just say that it isn’t fun to go to these without a date- or friends.” You looked at Peter, a feeling of sympathy weighing on your chest. If you hadn’t met Peter that first day at school, would you have been friendless? You looked at him as he stared at the subway, running something back and forth in your mind. “Peter-” You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, loud screaming came from behind you. You turned around, seeing nothing but a large mass of people swarming out of the subway. “What is- oh…” You said, eyes landing on the large group of men two hundred feet away from you, gathering up people and forcing them to the floor. They were taking hostages- and guess who was the leader? Kraven. You caught a glimpse of his gaudy outfit as people streamed past you, running for the exit. You turned, expecting to see Peter right next to you. He wasn’t there. “Peter?!-” You cried out, and then in your confusion was knocked over by  nicely dressed New Yorker. You fell to the floor, wincing as people rushed over you, not bothering to help you up. You grimaced and got up on your hands and knees, starting to crawl backwards and stand up. You peered through the frenzied crowd, looking for something. There.

Your eyes landed on an upturned table, maybe it had been for someone selling things.

But at the moment it didn’t matter why it was there, overturned against a wall. All that mattered was that you had a hiding spot.

You sprinted towards the table, both thankful and disappointed the crowd was thinning out. Sure you could move easily, but you didn’t have the best cover. You dashed through the remaining people, weaving until you neared the table. You jumped and landed cleanly behind it, safely blocked from view by the tipped over appliance. You pressed yourself to the underside of the table and pulled out your phone, getting it ready to record what was transpiring. You turned and peered from your hiding place, seeing the last of the unlucky civilians being corralled together and thrust to the floor. The loud thumping of your silicone heart rushed in your ears as you fumbled with the phone. A small alert clouded your vision, telling you that your adrenaline was becoming rapidly high. You took a shaky breath and held the phone up. “Good, good!” Kraven roared as he sauntered across the dirty tile, brandishing a… hunting spear. You narrowed your eyes and zoomed in on the supervillain. His costume is what you were focusing on.

He wore a dark leather vest over a sleeves less orange v-neck shirt. Kraven was practically bulging from the shirt, dark hair and muscles looking like they were about to escape the orange madness. You wrinkled your nose and dismissed Kraven’s gaudy fashion sense, and focused on the accessories.

His necklace was adorned with shriveled heads, bones, teeth, bullets, and small pouches. Along numerous places in his dark tan skin, burns cropped up. The most prominent was on his right cheek bones, in the shape of an animal skull.

That had to mean something.

Either he was a masochist, or that burn had some kind of ties to other villains. 

The rest of his outfit was composed of weapons, slung across his back, across his chest, around his cargo pants, and around his waist. It was a miracle he hadn’t stabbed himself. You were so intent on drinking in and  analyzing Kraven’s appearance, that you didn’t see the broad chested man who was approaching your table with panther-like stealth.

Suddenly you were plucked from your hiding place, a calloused hand wrapping around your exposed neck. You spluttered as you were lifted into the air.

“Kraven, look at this.” The large man held you up, your struggling feet dangling in the air. Your vision was infiltrated with warnings, informing you of lack of oxygen. You gasped, eyes wide like a fish out of water.

“Hm. I thought we had caught all the animals left in this station. Looks like we passed over a delicate fawn.” Kraven brought a large, sausagey finger to your face and traced it down your cheek. You made a disgusted sound in your throat as Kraven inspected you.

“Drop her.” The large man who had caught you released his grip. You fell to the ground, clutching your throat. You winced-  your were definitely going to have bruises. You scowled at the dirty tile floor.

If only you could break cover- then this wouldn’t be a problem.

And you could shove one of those serrated spears right up Kraven’s-

You stop and looked forward to see Kraven’s large boot step dangerously close to your head. You froze, keeping yourself low to the ground.

“Actually, I think I recognize you, little deer. Quite a nosy thing aren’t you?” Kraven harsh voice sent shivers down your spine. You looked up, alarmed.

“I didn’t think your brain was big enough for you to remember things.” You snapped, speaking before you thought. You realized what you said and silently cursed.

You were really bad at this acting normal thing.

Kraven’s eyes widened.

“What did you say?” He hissed through his facial hair. You shrunk back, eyeing the knife his hand was hovering over. Kraven seemed more angered then glad at your silence. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, hefting your closer until you could smell his breath.

Jerky- gross.

“What possesses you to speak so disrespectfully to an ultimate predator?”

Ultimate predator?

You wrinkled your nose, forcing yourself to glare into Kraven’s beady eyes.

“Well not a ghost I can tell you that for sure. Though recently I have been feeling some indigestion-” you had already messed up- so why not keep making him mad? You were already in trouble anyways.

Kraven growled-like an animal growl- and pulled out a knife, holding it to your skin.

You stifled a flinch and chuckled awkwardly.

“Is that the knife you shave with? That would explain all the scars.” You prattled on, making him angrier. Maybe in his anger he would spill some useful information?

Yeah- that was your logic.

Kraven seemed to reach his limit with you. He pinned you to wall with one gigantic hand, tile shattering around you. You cried out, wondering if this kind of attack would let you blow cover.

Kraven came dangerously close, his knife centimeters away from poking out your eyes.

“You think you are funny? That you are protected, just because you know the Spider?” You grimaced, trying to ignore the knife. You kept your comments to a zero this time, not wanting to end up skewered. Kraven grunted, the knife moving from the bridge of your nose to your forehead.

“Well little fawn, I hate to break it to you- but the Spider-Man? He is no predator. He is prey. Just like the rest of you.” You gasped, the knife piercing your skin. Kraven drew across your face, coming down around your cheekbone. Blood began to seep, flooding your vision. You bit your bottom lip as Kraven kept talking, holding in a scream. If he kept this up…

“And soon, we will show New York what it truly is. A house of prey… But where to do this?” Kraven asked, flicking to knife. It curved across your neck, grazing the skin there but deeply cutting your collarbone. This time you screamed, kicking your legs. You caught Kraven in the gut and sent him skidding away from you. You gasped, knees shaky. Blood was streaming down your face, but head wounds always looked worse than usual. You were just worried you couldn’t see out of your left eye, and about the cut across your collar. You wiped your eye with the back of your hand, trying to get the blood out.

Kraven on the other hand?

He was laughing.

Kraven stood up, waving his men away when they tried to help him.

“It looks like you’re not as helpless as you look huh?” Kraven chuckled, picking up his knife.

“Nevertheless, you need to be made an example of.” Kraven stalked over to you, wiping the blood on his knife onto his bare arm. You pressed yourself to the wall, running over the options in your head.

He would kill you if you didn’t do anything. You crouched, preparing to run. It was better than dying or giving up your cover, but if still made you feel like a coward.

Kraven chuckled, knowing what you were attempting to do.

“Do you really think-” Kraven stopped, seeing something under his foot. The villain bent down slowly, snatching a piece of paper from under his foot.

“A high-school dance? On this date? How amusing. Is this yours?” Your eyes darted to the flyer in his hands- it was yours. You kept a straight face and glared.

“Oh… It is. How amusing. Actually- this is just what I required. You certainly are full of surprises little deer. But now, it’s time to say-”

Before Kraven could finish his monologue, he got completely blindsided. Kraven’s men yelled, pointing and brandishing spears. Spider-man.

You don’t think you could have been more happy to see him. You watched as he took out the goons, one by one. It was pretty impressive. Kraven was still passed out. You glared at his unmoving body, tempted to run over to him. Instead your eyes landed on the knife he had cut you with. You ran over, grabbing the bloodied knife from the floor. Now that you looked at it, it looked nothing like you’d have expected Kraven to be carrying. It was high tech- and green. You frowned and quickly shoved it in your backpack. You leaped up, seeing Kraven starting to shift.

“(F/n)! Get out of here! What are you doing?!” You looked up and saw Spider-Man gesturing towards the stream of hostages flooding the exit. You held back a retort and nodded, dashing up the steps.

You may have been bloody- but you had information. You ran, dodging your way through the crowd.

Now you had only one question- where was Peter?

You had waited for an hour, looking for him. Peter hadn’t been one of the hostages, so where was he? He hadn’t completely ditched you had he? You crossed the street, ignoring the loud honks directed at you. You winced, feeling the cut on your chest widening. If you could find Peter you needed to patch yourself up. You were strong, but you didn’t want to bleed out. You were just about to call off your search for Peter when your phone rang. Your phone. Of course- you had stuffed into it pocket when the big guy had grabbed you. All this time you could have just called Peter. You took a deep breath and slipped out your phone, seeing that it was indeed from Peter.

“Hello? Peter?”

(F/n)! I’m so glad you picked up. Where have you been?!” You smiled, hearing that Peter was definitely fine and was acting like himself.

“Actually, I got caught up.”

“Where?”

“Peter, I was one of the hostages.”

“Really? (F/n)- are you okay? Do you need me to come and get you?”  You stopped and sat against the sill of department store. You sighed and looked at yourself, knowing there was no way you could walk home like this.

“Yeah.. actually Peter, I do need some help.” You admitted. Peter seemed shocked.

“Oh. Okay- um where are you?” You looked behind you, seeing the name of the store.

“I’m at Katie’s kitties… Who names their store like this?” You muttered, taking in the bright store window. Inside you saw kitten products, and then cages with cats in them. You felt a pang of homesickness, the cats reminding of Wakanda.

“Wow. Okay you’re actually kinda close to my apartment. You hang tight, I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks Peter. Really.” You said as you hung up, looking back at the store. You stood up and walked inside, frowning as the doorbell was replaced with a cat’s meow. You looked up, seeing the bell was in the shape of a calico cat.

Weird.

The only one else in the store besides the cat’s was a old lady, red glasses balancing on her hawk nose. You waved, only to realize she was sleeping. You dropped your hand- at least you didn’t have to explain the blood.

You walked over to middle of the store, seeing a large glass display case holding around fifteen to twenty cats.

You couldn’t help it.

You scampered over and peered over the plexiglass wall, grimace dissipating into a content smile. The nearest kitten looked up at you and mewed. You sighed and dropped your arm inside the case, petting the tiny kitten with one finger. The kitten was light brown, with big blue eyes. It continued to talk to you, mewing as it curled around your finger.

It was so cute.

You smiled and past the time by playing with the kitten, forgetting your injuries. When Peter finally go there, you didn’t notice him at first.

“(F/n)? Oh- there you are…” You sat on a small stool, playing with the brown kitten. But Peter wasn’t looking at the cute little kitten- he was looking at you.

“(F/n) you’re hurt! Are you okay?” Peter asked, rushing towards you. You looked up at him and dropped the kitten on your lap, suddenly remembering what you were doing.

“I’ve been better.” You croaked, lips caked with dried blood.

“You said you needed help- not medical attention!” Peter exclaimed, looking you up at down.

You stood up looking Peter in the eyes as you shouldered your bag.

“And you can help me with that right? Besides- the cuts aren’t that deep.” Peter gave you a skeptical look.

“Come on, let’s go. We’ll determine how bad you are back at my place.”

“Ow!”

“Sorry (F/n), but this is necessary.”

“I know- it just stings.” You muttered as Peter applied more alcohol to your forehead. You sat against his bed, Peter crouching over you as you tipped your head back. Peter rubbed some of the excess blood from your closed eyelid, and then dabbed at your cut, removing whatever invisible germs had manifested there.

“How do you know how to do this?” You asked, looking up at Peter as he worked his way down your face.

“Uh- boy scouts.” Peter said absently. You nodded, which caused Peter to grab your head and move it back in place, much to your annoyance.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s just your health- that’s all.” Peter said sharply, avoiding your eyes as he worked. You looked back up at him.

Was he… mad at you?

You frowned at him, taking in his attitude. Sure he was trying fixing your cut- but he wasn’t doing it gently.

“What?” Peter asked, noticing that you were glaring at him.

“What do you mean what?”

“You’re glaring a hole in my face (F/n).” You let out a long breath through your nose, not looking at Peter.

“You’re mad at me.” You snapped, arms folding. Peter stopped working on your face and looked down at you.

“Huh?”

“Peter you’re pissed at me! I can tell! Don’t deny it.” You said and glared at him head on. Peter made a frustrated noise in his throat and dropped to his knees.

“I’m not really mad at you- not intentionally,”

“Really? Seems kinda like you are.” You snapped. Peter made a face at you, throwing up his hands.

“Well how am I supposed to feel?! It’s like you’re asking to be in danger!” He exclaimed loudly. You looked at him, mouth wide open.

“And how am I doing that?” You asked angrily, wincing when you tried to move.

You hated being injured.

Peter made a frustrated face and ran his hand through his hair.

“You’re just- I don’t know- being yourself!”

“Oh so being myself puts me in danger?” You asked. Peter realized what he said and shook his head.

“No (F/n)- that’s not what I meant just- first you want to meet Spider-man, then you get attacked by Kraven-”

“The second one is not my fault Peter-”

“(F/n)! Just listen okay? I know it’s not your fault-”

“Then why are you mad at me?!”

“Because I care about you!” Peter shouted. You blinked, falling silent.

Peter realized what he said, eyes widening.

“I mean- like I care because you could get hurt or…” Peter trailed off, closing his eyes as he slumped forward, hanging his head. A warm feeling had crept into your chest.

You blinked, watching the fading light from the window fall across Peter’s brown hair.

“Peter…” You sat up and extended your arm, letting it fall on his shoulder. He flinched, jolting when you touched him. You stared, surprised at his sudden movement’s. Peter looked at you, and then down at the hand that laid on his shoulder.

“If it makes you feel better, I-”

“Peter, someone is here too- Oh! I didn’t know we had a visitor!” Peter shot up, looking at the brown-haired women in the doorway.

“Aunt May! What are you doing here?”

“Peter. I live here.” The women- Peter’s aunt said and then looked down at you.

You smiled awkwardly and waved. Aunt May saw you injuries, eyes widening.

Peter looked back at you, and then back to his aunt.

“(F/n) was in an attack by Kraven. One down in the subway. I’m helping her.” Peter explained, beating her to the question. Aunt May nodded, eyes still on you.

“Are you okay? Do you want any snacks? You can stay as long as you want.” You smiled, liking Peter’s aunt immediately.

“But I’m gonna have to steal Peter from you for a bit- he needs to talk to someone who came by to see him.”

“Came by to see me…”

Someone leaned into the room, peeking past Peter’s aunt.

“Yeah- and we need to make it quick. I have a meeting in an hour… (F/n)?”

You froze, terror and shock overriding anything else you had been feeling.

Tony Stark stood in the doorway.

Silence//Peter Parker x Reader

Anon Request

Prompts: 5 & 38

Word Count: 1055

Hope you like it anon, sorry if it seems a bit misplaced, i seriously didn’t know how to make this better and I didn’t want to make you wait

You had been in relationships before, but by far, you would count your relationship with Peter Parker as one of the weirdest ones. Why? Because the two of you never really talked. You had interacted, with pressed foreheads, intertwined fingers, and kisses of course, but once in a while, the thought of having a real conversation with your two month boyfriend seemed nice.

You tapped your knuckle against the door waiting for a answer.

“Who?”

“Y/N”

The door opened wide to reveal Peter and a smile,“Hey.”

“Hi.” You replied shooting back a grin,“Can I come in?”

He nodded, stepping aside, and allowing you to walk in before he closed the door and then swiftly grabbed your hand in his taking you to his bedroom. You noticed the blush creeping up his neck as you walked, in which you found adorable and would absolutely love to tell him yet, it seemed daring, since a pure conversation was to yet to be made between you two, and you didn’t want to do something to make him uncomfortable.

You kicked off your shoes as you usually did and then met Peter on his bed. And that’s how it would usually go. You would come over, lay on the bed together, maybe watch a movie, get some snacks and share some romantic gestures, but words? The only words that were said would relate to the type of movie to watch or snack to eat. That was it really.

Peter cleared his throat,“So, um, what movie do you want to watch?”

“Anything is fine, really.”

“Okay.” He responded as he swung his legs over the bed and walking to his crate of files. Your eyes followed him, and you could see his built figure which was evident through his shirt, and that made you swoon, and that was something you wanted to tell him, for you knew he was insecure. But no, you didn’t.

You waited, staring up at his ceiling until you felt a dip beside you. The movie unfamiliar to you began playing on the television screen. And then your natural instinct to curl your head into his neck and let Peter rest his head on yours came into play, just like the other times you had hung out with him, and though you were very much okay with it, you couldn’t help but want more because you really liked him, really, really liked him.

The movie was halfway through and that was when Peter had decide to pause the movie. You knew what was coming, it was the same routine everytime.

You jumped from the bed as Peter had walked out to the kitchen and you followed. You always would jump on the counter, let him feed you questions of what to munch on and then back to the movie you would go.

“Poptarts?” He asked fishing through the top cabinet.

“Nah.”

“Popcorn?” Peter queried holding a small packet.

You nodded before he the fixed the bag into the microwave and then sat next to you on the counter.

Silence. That was all you ever really heard when you hung out with him. And it was driving you crazy. And you weren’t going to let it happen anymore, because the silence was now completely and utterly frustrating.

““Does it bother you that we barely ever talk?”

“W-What?” He stuttered.

“Does it bother you that we never really talk to each other? It’s just we always do the same thing. We watch a movie, cuddle, get a snack, finish the movie, and then we say bye and I kiss you if I’m lucky.” You blurted out before turning to Peter,“Doesn’t that bother you?”

“I thought you liked that.”

“I mean, do you?”

“No. To be frankly honest, I don’t.“

You sighed grabbing his hand,“Why didn’t we say anything to each other then?”

“I guess I, at least, didn’t want to mess this up.” He started,“Y/N, I really like you. And you thought we were going fast and I didn’t think you wanted that.”

You smiled wide,“I really like you too Peter” The boyish grin I found adorkable played to his lips,“And no. I don’t think we’re going fast or anything.”

“Can we just tell each other this stuff next time? Or anything, to each other, I mean only if you would like to. I just don’t want to make this a guessing game.“ He suggested.

You nodded,“Please, I would love that. One of those reason being of how I’ve been wanting to tell you how extremely built you are Parker. And its pretty hot.” You told him as you swung my arms around his neck.

“I’m flattered you noticed Y/N” He replied bringing his arms to your waist sliding you to his lap. Peter pressed his forehead against my own. Your heart was skipping beats and butterflies had engulfed my stomach. You couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and kiss him.

His lips were soft and gentle, and it was the first time you had really observed a kiss shared between the two of you. You could melt in his arms if you had wanted to, because Peter put so much devotion into that one kiss, you felt my heart on the verge of stopping. His teeth tugged on my lip and then he pulled away immediately.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t really know if that-”

You chuckled interrupting him,“You know what else I would like to tell you Parker? I like the way you kiss me.”You spoke honestly,“So don’t pull away so quickly.”

“So that was okay?-What I did?” He asked.

You laughed,“Yes Peter Parker that was alright.”

He let out a nervous breath, and then kissed you again, and all you felt was complete bliss.

Beauty// Requested by: @hufflepuff-girl-1996

Genre: Romance, fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of body insecurites.

Your eyes watch the reflection of the golden material that gracefully flowed down your body to pool at your feet.

You turned just enough to expose your side, to reveal the various lines that were engraved in your skin.

You were unable to count the amount of times you found yourself in the exact same position you were in now, counting the markings, despising their presence.

It was the most prominent sight in your opinion, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

Your gaze was always instantly drawn to the imperfections that lined your body. You had convinced yourself that was the same in the minds of every other you had come in contact with.

Your teeth nibbled upon the flesh of your bottom lip, your fingers splayed across your stomach, concealing the flaws from your sight.

And just for a moment, you thought of how your body would look without them.

Suddenly, the smooth, baritone voice of your lover startled you, prompting you to quickly cover your bare form with the dress.

"What is the matter, Love?"

Your head whipped around to see the familiar tall frame of your partner standing by the door, his concerned gaze locked onto your back.

You stepped away from your image to look to him, your hands holding the material to conceal your insecurities.

"It's nothing, why do you ask?"

A sigh escaped as his head falls and shakes before he steps nearer.

"Darling, you have always been a horrible liar,"

His emerald eyes met yours as he reached to grasp your hands in his. His observation made your heart plunge and your joyful facade fade away.

"I-"

He eyes softened, almost as if he was silently pleading you to not offer him any more lies. You released a sigh as you found yourself giving up, there was no use in trying to trick a trickster.

"I'm trying to hide my stretch marks,"

You confessed, turning away from his grasp to lead yourself to the balcony. Your dress trailed along side you.

You felt unworthy to be his partner, let alone have his gaze upon you.

You wrap your arms around your middle, as if you were attempting to protect yourself from the harsh thoughts that berated your mind every second you were by his side.

A tear dropped from your lashes to travel down your cheek, you hastily wiped it away as soon as it had emerged to conceal your true feelings from your partner.

But it had been too late, he had already witnessed the salty liquid adorn your face and he was prepared to end whomever had caused it.

"Why would you try to hide them? They are nothing to be ashamed of,"

He offered, everything within him desired to sheild you from the evils of this world.

You cast your eyes out to the sparkling city of Asgard that lay beneath you, you couldn't help but wonder how many young, slim, beautiful maidens who's skin was clear and umarred deserved your place much more than yourself.

"Don't you see, Loki? My body. I-it's imperfect, flawed, it is nothing compared to others you have seen,"

Your voice was heavy with emotion, the agony it carried weighed down your usual cheery tone.

"I am not worthy to be by your side,"

You lowered your voice to a pained whisper, your head turned to keep the now steady flow of tears from his sight.

You waited for him to agree, to compare you to the others, to order you to leave and hide away your horrid form and never return.

But none other than silence met you, he was at a loss for words. His sharp mind that had conjured countless tricks, plots and schemes was unable to comprehend your view upon yourself.

His lips parted, but nothing came out. How you handled yourself, no one would have thought this is what you carried every second of the day.

But how could he- your partner of all people fail to see through your illusions?

"How could you say such things about something as magnificent as your body?"

You hid your face as he came closer, you listened to his heavy boots softly land against the ground.

"Please, do not hide anything from me,"

He almost begged, hooking a finger beneath your chin to to turn your head.

"I have failed you, this I now know"

His voice dropped down to a whisper, his chest pressed against your back and his nimble fingers traveled down the skin of your arm.

His face nestled into the space between your shoulder and neck, his lips lightly pressed themselves to the flesh covering the area.

"The forms of the other maidens are nothing conpared to your own,"

He stops himself for a moment to allow his eyes to trickle over every dip and curve of your body that was marked.

"I vow to spend an eternity to admire, to kiss,"

He breathed against your skin, the feeling of the hot air flowing over your sensitive skin raised goosebumps and sent a pleasurable shiver down your back.

"To love,"

His lips trailed down your neck and shoulder, his fingers lightly traced the stretch marks that lined the skin your dress failed to cover.

"And to adore every scar, marking or imperfection. Everything you deem a flaw,"

You turned your head to meet his sincere gaze, revealing your tears in the process. He truly saw your body as something to never hide or be ashamed of, but something to love, to praise.

Trust blooms within you with each whisper of affection against your skin, he turns you around to face him and trace his finger over your jaw before whispering the last words of his promise.

"And I will not cease until you see just how truly captivating you are."

Inspiration # 79

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You could hear his crying as you passed his room. Another nightmare. Both Steve and Tony had told you to keep your distance, that it was best to leave him whenever he had his nightmares.

You hated it.

Bucky raised his voice again, causing you to tense and almost tremble. Inside you were having a constant battle, deciding whether to ignore your friends and disregard your safety or to ignore the screams of pain, yet again.

“…No! Stop… Please…” You closed your eyes briefly, ignoring the warnings that had been sent your way so many times. Using your pyrokinesis, you quickly melted the lock, opening the door a crack. Bucky was huddled on the bed, as he shook back and forth. He was audibly crying out, still locked in the dream. His shirtless body was covered in sweat and his breathing was heavy and ragged.

A few seconds passed as you stood frozen in the doorway, undecided about whether to enter the room or not. Slowly you approached him, halting a few feet from his bed. “…Bucky?”

His eyes shot open, the tortured cries lapsing into an unverving silence. The man didn’t move as you sat beside him, trying not to look too sympathetic. “Another one?”

Bucky lifted his head and looked over to you, the answer residing in his eyes. Yes. He leant into you suddenly, shuddering brokenly which was something that made your heart stop. Murmuring assurances, you combed your fingers through his hair pulling him against you.

His arms snaked round your waist as he buried his face in your shirt, trying to hide himself from whatever terrors haunted him. You wondered what dream he had this time, and as you went to examine him you saw him looking back at you. Seeming more broken that ever.

“Why are you here?” His voice hoarse as he broke the silence that had fallen around the room.

“Because you need someone,” You shrugged, leaning back so you could see him better in the dark room. His metal arm was reflecting in the light, and reminded you all too much of the first meeting you had with the Winter Soldier.

He looked away from you. “…You’re not scared of me?”

“Why would I be scared of you?” You glanced linking your fingers with his in a gentle grip.

“Everyone else is,”

“Well everyone else are idiots,” You commented, “You’re not someone to be scared of. I trust you,” He stared, with wide eyes, at you as if he never expected those words to be aimed at him after all that he’d done.

Bucky stared at your interlocked hands, refusing to meet your eyes, “Why do you trust me, of all people?”

“I know the real you,” You smiled gently.

After a few moments you shifted your body, resting your head on his chest, the beat of his heart echoing in the silence. At first you felt him tense, but slowly he unclenched, resting his head back on the bed.

Relaxing into his body, you glanced up at his now peaceful features. His eyes fluttered closed, a hand falling onto your waist and tugging you into him.

The two of you fell asleep quickly, the only noise being your gentle breathing. You wished you could say that the morning was as peaceful, but you were awoken to Tony shouting about how you had melted yet another door in Stark Tower.

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Worth It - Bucky Barnes

Reader and Bucky have been dating for a long time, but the reader is not very emotional. One night, when they fight because she wants to go on a mission with him and the rest of the team, Bucky says he loves and cares too much to risk losing her and she just says “I’m not sure if I can say the same.”. In the mission, she gets seriously injured when take a shot for Bucky know she will not survive, Bucky begins to blame himself and she just cuts “Bucky, I love you. It’s worth it die for you.”

N/A: Okay, i hope that you like it! And thank you for your request!!

(Masterlist)

You weren’t good at expressing your feelings, you just didn’t have great examples of romantic emotion - or any kind of cute emotion from romance movies - it was as if all your life, until the moment you met Bucky, you lived like a damn robot. But then you created an interest in the charming Barnes and all officially began after a meeting at Steve’s house, where you, the two super soldiers and Sam drank too much. Fortunately for you, Sam and Steve drank to the point of not remembering the night and especially your moans that Bucky proudly caused. You didn’t know what or how you managed it, but then you two started dating, Bucky always being a precious soft ball to the point of you got along extremely well. He understood you extremely well. You really complemented each other and you felt glad that he didn’t require emotions you didn’t know how or felt comfortable in trying to express. Everything seemed perfect during the long months of relationship… Until now.

“You can’t be fucking serious!" you growled angry, raising your hands in frustration and glancing at Bucky. “You can’t do this! I’m not a fucking property. Especially your property!”

“You have to understand that this mission is dangerous, (Y/N)! You’re not coming, period.“ Bucky said through clenched teeth, his body language in full defensive position like a wolf waiting to pounce.

“Fuck that shit! If I have to electrocute you to be able to go through that damn door, I will.” you simmered, starting to focus on the electrical charge on the tips of your fingers and you saw Bucky’s eyes stare for a few seconds your hands before relaxing his posture. “Good, now let me pass.”

“(Y/N), please, I just… Dammit, this mission is really complicated and dangerous! I care about you, worry about your safety and don’t want to risk losing you.” Bucky ran his flesh hand on his now short hair, a pure anxiety gesture, his voice now controlled and you could feel the emotions he tried not to show it, but you could see through his blue eyes. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I’m not sure if I can say the same.” you said coldly, keeping your expression blank and, trying to avoid Bucky’s hurt look, you took the time to pass through him and head toward the quinjet where the others waited.

Shit. Your surprise attack had gone awry, Bruce lost control after a guard shoot his direction and so the mission went in a complete chaos. There were many soldiers and machines to fight at the same time, the whole team was split into the huge warehouse that seemed like almost a maze. Shit. You managed to get rid quickly of the machines thanks to your power, doing the same with the soldiers that appeared, then you fled to the top of the wall that created that damn maze. Your eyes searched for the members of your team as your heart almost pounded in your ear. Shit. Who were you trying to fool? Your eyes looked worryingly for Bucky and when you found him, you didn’t think twice about going to him. And then you noticed one of the machines appear behind Bucky and aim at the back of his head. You didn’t stop to think or wait to see if he would notice, you just threw yourself in front of the machine while it fired several times in your direction. For a moment you lost your breath and felt your eyes roll back as you fell with a heavy thud on the floor.

“(Y/N)!” you heard Bucky scream and you forced yourself to open your eyes that you didn’t remember having closed. Bucky knelt beside you, taking you in his arms and trying to stop your bleeding, but the front of your white uniform was getting completely stained red. “No, no, no! My love, hold on! Doll, keep your eyes open!”

“James-” you choked slightly trying to breathe, leading your trembling hand to the face of the man you had learned many important things. Bucky closed his eyes for a moment trying to control the tears, but quickly returned to look at you when he felt your heart beat increasingly weak, he hugged you with affection and sobbed heavy. “James Barnes, I love you. Don’t cry- Die for you… it’s worth it. ”

“I love you too, doll” Bucky whispered, but you didn’t hear his answer. And he stayed there with you in his arms, his body shaking as he cried his pain. Nothing would be worth it if you weren’t coming home with him. You should have heard him.

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak