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Are You Still Awake? - Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: There’s a P!ATD song in here, it’s Crazy = Genius my actual anthem. So yeah, listen to that if you haven’t. It’s pretty bomb. That’s all, I think. oH WAIT IT’S NOT. I’M NINE FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM MY FIRST HUNDRED SO I WANT TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOU ALL.

Warnings: Mention of a drunken father, arguing parents, hint of abuse, other than that it’s a fluff ball.

Prompts ( 1 , 2 ): “It’s midnight, what do you want?” and “Are you still awake..?”

Words: 1226

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Diners and Dates

Bucky x reader

Imagine request: I hope this doesn’t seem like a bother, buuuut, can you do a light fluff between Bucky and the reader where the reader is a waitress at a diner Steve is a regular at, and he brings Bucky to try it out . And have Bucky slip slightly back into his lady’s man persona and take the reader on a date eventually where the light fluff happens, please. I really like your blog by the way!

Warnings: None.

Note: THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL STORY. I LOVE IT. Thank you for this request. Thank you for being you. Also, we stopped at a port with wifi, turns out I can submit some imagines now! I got inspired by a part of the movie ‘Elf’ for this.

“Hey Steve! Table for 1?” You asked, picking up a menu. But you already knew what Steve wanted; A cheeseburger with no tomato, french fries with mustard, a pickle, and a surprise shake. He never knew what shake he wanted, so he made you pick which one.

“Well, actually I need a table for 2, Ma’am.” Steve replied.

“Steve, I’ve told you millions of times, call me Y/N,” you playfully punched his shoulder. “So who’s the lucky girl?”

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Betrayal Part 2

Part 1

Genre: Angst Words: 2,147 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Injuries, emotional and physical torture, violence Summary: There are mind games that both sides need to play.

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“Sergeant Barnes. Is your girlfriend asleep? I hope she hasn’t died on us so soon…”

Bucky kept his eyes trained on your unconscious form. It wasn’t long after your guys’ talk that you passed out once again, too exhausted to keep your head lifted any longer. This worried Bucky, but not as much as the man who had just entered the room.

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Precious Moments

Word Count: 1130

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Remembering precious moments of your pregnancy with Bucky’s child.

Warning: Hella Fluffy

Note: I need more Dad!Bucky in my life

The day you told Bucky that you were pregnant, he cried like a baby because it was one of the most happiest day of his long ass life. You remember that he was on a short mission with Steve and Clint, probably two day long and you found out the day he left. You remember freaking out, in a good way, because you and Bucky have been wanting to start a family together for while. You called Natasha and Wanda right away, seeing as they weren’t on the mission with the boys and they came over as fast as they could too congratulate you.

You remember you had the girls help you prepare this whole thing for when he came home. You had baby balloons all over the place, pink and blue, you had placed one baby book on each table that led to the kitchen and in the kitchen, you had a card written for your husband and little baby booties next to it.

When he entered your house, you heard him set his bags down while his voice boomed. “[Y/N], are you here?” You watched him from a hidden place in the house. You saw him look around the house, looking at the balloons and the books everywhere. His heart was racing at the moment, not knowing what to think. He slowly walked into the kitchen to see what was left for him on the table.

We walked towards the kitchen table and picked up the letter:

Dear James Buchanan Barnes,

You are too become the father to a beautiful baby boy or girl. I had found out the day you left for that stupid mission and ever since, I’ve been waiting to tell you the exciting news. I had the girls come over and help me prepare this whole thing.

I hope you’re ready to become a father. Now, turn around you little shit.

P.S they better have your eyes

He laughed at the last part before turning around to see you leaning against the wall. “Welcome home, Daddy.”

A smile broke on his face as tears formed in his eyes. “Oh my god, [Y/N]!” He ran towards you, wrapped his arms around your waist and twirled you around. He set you down and looked you in the eye, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.” He breathed out. He leaned forward to capture your lips into a kiss. “This is the best gift you could have ever given me.” He murmured against your lips only to capture them against his once more.

You remember when you were five months pregnant, you both found out you were having a baby boy. You remember watching Bucky jumped into the air, pumping his arms as he screamed. “Yes!” You just stared at laughed at him with your doctor.

When you got cleaned up and walked out of the room, Bucky had his arm around your waist so he could keep at least one hand on your stomach. The whole time walking back to the car, he kept whispering in your ear with a giddy laugh. “We’re having a boy…” You would just shake your head and respond with a big smile. “I know, Barnes, I know.”

You remember that same night that you found a name for your son, Christian Steven Barnes. You looked down at your joyful husband, having his hands on the sides of your stomach, whispering to your swollen belly. “I’m going to teach you how to walk, talk, ride a bike. How to shoot a gun and-” You gave him a warning glance with he just shrugged off. “All the things you need to know on how to grow up, especially how to woo the girls.” You just rolled your eyes and laughed while bringing your hands to Bucky’s hair and the other on the top of your stomach.

You remember the baby’s first kick. You were sitting in the living room while watching your favorite movie when you felt a kick sharp movement within your swollen belly. You placed a hand over where you felt it and it happened again. A smile broke from your face as you called you husband over from the kitchen. “Bucky, come here!”

You heard him run in with a worried look. “What, is something wrong?” He asked you while walking towards you.

You shook your head, your smile growing larger. “No, give me your hand.” You told him which he complied too by giving you his right hand. You placed his right hand on the side of your belly in which the movement happened again. “He’s kicking.”

Bucky had a shocked look but quickly faded to a similar look you had on your face. “He’s kicking, [Y/N]! Oh my god…” He whispered while moving to crouch in front of you. He placed now both f his hands on the side of your stomach, as he usually does, the small kicks coming every few minutes. “He’s got a strong kick… Like his dad.” He smiled as he started to talk to your unborn child.

You remember when your water broke and how much pain you were in with each contraction. You woke up Bucky with a hard punch. “Huh? What’s wrong? Are you and the baby all right?” His tired voice asked.

“My water broke, Bucky.”

With that sentence said, he jumped out of bed and started getting dress. He came up towards you and helped you into some cleaner pants and a new shirt and helped you hobble down the stairs, grabbing your baby bag and walk towards the car.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding your hand, sadly being his right hand. He had the car you both had call the others, telling them that your water broke and that he would keep everyone updated.

When you reached the hospital, they quickly brought you to a room where you’d be by yourself. Bucky stayed by your side the whole time and he let you hold and crush with left hand instead of his right one. When you were ready too push, the birthing process came easy and quickly and you and both Bucky to have your son, Christian in your arms.

Now, Bucky sat beside you in the hospital bed, you had your head leaned against his shoulder as you held your sleeping son in your arms. You felt Bucky press a kiss to your forehead and whisper so he doesn’t wake up his son. “Thank you for bringing him into the world, [Y/N].”

As you opened your mouth to respond, the door opened to the Avengers, including T'Challa who wanted to see your miracle. “So, where’s the little rascal?”

Omg your Peter imagines are amazing can you say what it would include finding out his secret identity or write a Drabble about his girlfriend finding out

I’m gonna do the prompt if that’s okay? Feel free to request the would involve version another time though! 

“Peter, you’re scaring me.” (Y/N) said honestly as Peter took her hand in his, sitting next to her on the couch. He took a deep breath and got ready for what he was about to tell her, making sure that he was completely ready before he did.

“I know that I’ve been really busy lately and I know that I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately, but there’s a reason,” he promised, looking into her (Y/E/C) eyes. He took another deep breath before continuing. “I’m Spider-Man.”

(Y/N) stared blankly at him for a moment. “You’re Spider-Man?”

“I’m Spider-Man.”

“Holy crap, my boyfriend is Spider-Man!”

Prank Him (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: Can you do an imagine where reader is Loki’s daughter and in love with Steve? When Loki finds out him and Thor reunite to bring Steve in the most ridiculous situations.

A/N: This day I’m super productive and ready to finish all my requests😉 I hope you enjoy and feedback is appreciated ❤

You were madly in love with Steve Rogers. That was supposed to be a good and heart warming feeling for most people. Well, you couldn’t say that it wasn’t for you, it really was. But your father was Loki Laufeyson.

Steve and you had to be really, really careful. Your dad was the god of mischief, he sure did something to trick you and learn if he did something to hurt you or the couple of you did something he didn’t like. But you were always there to tell him for once again with Steve that he’ll never hurt you.

Actually he didn’t know that you were dating. He was really suspicious of the Captain. At first he thought that you both were best friends. Anyway friends, partners or anything if anyone hurt Loki’s daughter, then disaster is going to happen.

Until one day.

The Avengers Tower was full of life that night. That’s because of Tony’s new party. Tony one of your best friends used to plan parties after each victory of the Avengers’ missions.

You took off your suit and let it fall off your shoulders slowluly as you did your makeup at the same time. This took you approximately ten minutes. Lets add five more minutes for finding a dress for the occasion. You were really tired from your mission but you had to go to the party.

You opened the door only to reveal a really good looking Steve. You grinned and his hands wrapped around your waist.

“You look beautiful baby girl.” He cooed against your ear, breath tickling your skin.

“You don’t look that bad yourself, Captain. You are handsome.” He snorted and kissed your nose. “You are such a dork.”

“Mm only for you" You stuck out your tongue at him and interwined your fingers with his. “Your dad is here too. When are we going to tell him?”

“I don’t know, Stevie.. I know we have to any time soon, but not now. We can try another time. He nodded and you opened the doors for the party. You walked in and nodded over your dad.

“You look gorgeous, daughter.” He said and spun you around. You laughed and sat next to him. “So what are your plans for tonight?” You pouted your lips and looked around. You lied your eyes on Steve for a second or more but then met your dad’s gaze again.

“I don’t know..Maybe meet a guy, dance.. Drink.. You know, usual stuff.“ He quirked an eyebrow. “Just kidding! I’m just gonna drink. Maybe…” You mumbled and winked at Steve. Oh how much you loved messing with the guy..

“Uh okay. I’m going to join Thor. Have fun sweetheart” You smiled and when Steve realized Loki was far enough, he moved closer to you and grabbed your hands.

“So you like it don’t you?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Like what?”

“The image of Loki cutting me into a million pieces.” You laughed.

“We are dating for five months. You should know by now that I am a trickster. I got it from dad.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes. A slow song started playing but neither of you wanted to dance. But Steve leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. It was so good that nobody realized the angry figure of your dad turning around and heading towards Thor.

“Brother, I might need your help.” Loki never called Thor brother. He knew something was happening. “Did you know Steve and my beloved daughter were dating?” Thor, who had a mouthful of fries shrugged his shoulders. “I have a great idea and you are helping me.”

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“Captain of America good to see you here.” Thor said at his friend. Loki was right behind Steve and you were somewhere in the crowd chatting with Natasha, Wanda and Peter.

“Good to see you too.Enjoying the party Thor?” Steve asked while taking a sip from his beer. Little did he know that a magic spell was casted into the drink.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good but unfortunately, I forgot to bring a good amount of Asgardian Liquor..” Steve formed an oh. He soon started feeling weird.

You walked towards the two men. “Are you having fun uncle Thor?” Thor nodded at you and messed with your hair, a habit he had since you were little. You immideately fixed them and waited for his response.

“Sure I am.” Steve was getting, smaller?

“Steve are you good?” Your eyes widened when he was becoming skinnier. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Obviously noone could hear you with the extra loud music on. Your boyfriend was just turning into his preserum self.

“What?” Steve asked as he drunk more of his beer. He was getting even smaller. He would soon turn into a little kid.

“STEVE YOU ARE TURNING INTO A KID!” You noticed that Thor was trying his best not to burst out in laughter. Steve was panicking. “Thor what did you do?” You questioned calmly. You knew he wouldnt tell you. You just grinned and moved your fingers creating your blue magic. “Do you know anything about what happened to Steve?”

“Your father found out that you are dating and he know wants to prank.” You groaned and grabbed Steve’s little hand.

“Dad can you fix my boyfriend?!” You shouted angrily at him.

“Woah Steve what happened to you?! What boyfriend?” He tried to play dumb but you weren’t in the mood for that.

“Dad, I know what you did, now fix him.” Loki looked down at the floor and shook his head.

“Fine, but as I do, will you please explain your father why you didn’t tell him about your lover?” Your lips formed in a thin line. You closed your eyes as you tried to find the words.

“I..uh.. I guess I was scared to tell you..” He stopped casting his magic for a second.

“What?”

“I was scared that maybe you would try to make me or Steve break up with each other. I love Steve and I don’t want to lose him.” Steve was now his adult self. He gazed around and pushed his hair away from his face.

“I understand. I loved too but I lost. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you too. Steve here is a good guy. You have my wish.” Your eyes widened and you chuckled hugging your dad. “Easy princess” He laughed and motioned Steve to come to the hug too. Steve hesitated at first but then felt comfortable enough to join. “Oh and something else”

“Don’t do the ‘if you hurt her im gonna kill you’… It’s classic.”

“I was just going to say that if you need to prank him, take a video so I can feel even more proud of you.” You laughed and ordered drinks with the two most important people in your life.

*internally screaming* SIRI KNOWS THE TRUTH!!!

As I lay dying Avengers x reader (slight bucky x reader)

Okay, I’m really sorry you guys, this one is sad… So be prepared for feels. But after this I promise it’ll be back to happy, cuteness okay? @arfrona Warning: Reader death, sickness and cancer. Prologue: You were always the one person with the happy, carefree look at life, brightening any atmosphere with a smile and laughter. With Tony Stark as your older brother, you used your upbeat personality against his snarkiness and jokes, let’s not mention the sarcasm. Besides his hard to get along with others personality, you got along with your brother, for the most part, He knew enough to stay away when you were angry, it might result in a WW3, and he was touchy about his stuff. After the Avengers had come to live with them in the tower, You’d befriended all of them, you were easy to talk to and always cheered them when they had a bad day. It didn’t take long and they were treating you like their own sister. You were happy and carefree, never dreaming of trouble and heartache on the horizon. About 4 months after Loki’s attack on New York, You started feeling ill, and exhausted all the time. On a whim, you went to the doctor, and after many medical procedures, They told you had stage 2 lung cancer, and it was spreading. They set up appointments right there to start chemotherapy. You’d left in shock and tears, wondering how to tell everyone. In the end, you didn’t have to, five days after you been told you had cancer, you’d been retrieving something from the kitchen and had gone into a coughing and wheezing fit, and in a state of panic, your world began to spin and you weren’t prepared for the bout of dizziness, falling to the floor, still coughing and wheezing, spitting up blood from your harsh coughs. Tony immediately took you down to one of the Shield doctors on hand, where they told you what you already knew. Tony had been devastated, hugging you and trying not to cry, it was one of the few times you’d seen him so emotional and caring. He called the rest of the Avengers into the medical bay where you were resting and told them the news, and then there was more crying and hugging, and after that, your whole world changed. 3 years later… You’d been through hell and back, staying strong through all the chemotherapy, which made you even more sick and your beautiful hair fall out. You didn’t like wigs, they were itchy and made you depressed about your missing hair, so you wore a bandana instead. Through all of it the Avengers had been there with you, taking to to chemotherapy sessions, taking care of you when you were sick, making sure you could breathe, there’d been several scares where you couldn’t breathe or stopped breathing. Because of this, a tank of oxygen and a breathing tube became your best friends. After 2 years, you went into remission from it, and though you still had the oxygen tank and breathing tube, along with some of the original symptoms, you didn’t have to take chemotherapy, much to your relief. You stayed at Avengers Tower and your hair grew back, now a short, sort of pixie style, until it grew out fully. Now, after the big fight with Ultron, everyone was at the new Avenger base, in Upstate New York. You stayed there during the week and stayed at Avengers Tower on the weekends with Tony, who still fussed over you like a mother hen. Life was good, and you intended to enjoy it. Your P.O.V. It’d been a long day for you, helping Natasha out with the new recruits, you couldn’t fight, but something was better than sitting around being useless all day, and you did simple exercises and physical therapy. You’d lost a lot of weight and been so sick and you wanted to try and get back into shape. You felt tired and your coughs were stronger than usual, you figured they were just from exercising so much so you brushed it off and went to bed. About the middle of the night, your breathing became heavier and your coughs got worse. You curled up in your bed, pushing away the sheets as you try to breathe, You take deep breathes trying to alert Friday, whom Tony had installed at the base, to get help. “Friday… *gasp* g-get… help” You say, coughing as you taste blood. You close your eyes, “please, oh please don’t let this be a relapse” you think as you hear your door being opened and footsteps running towards you. “(Y/n)…” Steve said immediately picking you up and rushing you down the hall, down to the Shield medical ward. Natasha and the others met up with you and followed you there. As You began to drift in and out of consciousness, you could hear Steve shouting at the doctors and nurses and you left warm arms and were set on a gurney, there was more shouting and commotion, You breathes got heavier and the world around you was spinning and muffled, you couldn’t understand what was going on. An oxygen mask was placed over your face, somewhere far away someone called your name and then the world went black. When you woke up, Natasha was sitting next to you, and as you tried to sit up, She pushed you gently back onto the hospital bed. “Whoa there, take it easy” Natasha said “Nat… What happened? Did I relapse?” You ask, your voice hoarse from not being used. Natasha sighed and didn’t say anything, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “I’m sorry (Y/n), the doctors…” She was interrupted by the sound of your brother’s voice. “Where is she? Where’s (Y/n)?” His panicked voice floated down the hall, and the door opened and Tony was at your side in an instant. “(Y/n), I’m so sorry I wasn’t here, I got here as soon as I heard” Tony said fussing over you. “Tony, stop…” You say pulling his hand away as you cough harshly.  “(Y/n)? What’s the matter?” He asked looking between you and Natasha “Did I miss something?” He asks as a doctor enters the room carrying a clipboard. “Mr.Stark, I would sit down” She said, he gave her an odd look but did so. “(Y/n), I regret to inform you, but your cancer has returned, and it’s stronger and spreading  faster, it’s at stage 3” She said and then you broke down into tears, it hurt to hear it. Tony was holding you hand and choking back tears, it was happening all over again, only worse this time. You sat there and cried for a while before Nat left to tell the others. Tony turned to you, “(Y/n), you’re going to get through this, everything’s going to be okay” Tony said and you nod, but deep inside you knew you wouldn’t. After you were released from Shield medical bay, you were kept close tabs on by Friday, as well as the other Avengers when Tony wasn’t around and had to stay on the communal or your own floors to minimize your stress level, You could go outside or into the city but someone had to go with you. The week after you found out, you began chemotherapy again, shaving your head not long after your first treatment, donning a bandana to cover your bare head. The dose was stronger this time and it made you even more sick. You slept a lot and didn’t do much, even just walking up or down the stairs was exhausting. On top of that, you were constantly coughing and wheezing, along with a fever, more weight loss, and a constant chest pain that left you feeling worse for wear. About two months in, Sam and Steve found Bucky Barnes, Steve’s long lost best friend. He’d been brought to the base and put in rehabilitation and therapy, He had frequent nightmares and You woken up every so often by his screams. Tony had warned You to stay away, he didn’t want you to get hurt by Bucky, and had a talking to with Steve about him keeping Bucky away from you. One day, after you’d returned from a chemotherapy session, You’d thrown up several times and were laid out on the couch in the living room, a bucket and a glass of water beside you, along with your oxygen tank and Your body was covered in a thick, warm blanket. You were alone for the rest of the day, everyone was called out for a mission, but Maria, Jane, Darcy and if all else failed, Nick Fury himself were on call if you needed it. You lay there resting until you heard someone come in. Confused, you opened your eyes to find Bucky standing there, looking at you. You look up at him and decide to ignore your brother’s warnings, He looked tired and worn out. Not at all like an assassin. “Hi” You say waving your fingers at him, your hand felt too heavy to lift. “Hey…” He mumbled in reply and looked like he was about to leave when a wave of nausea hit you and you quickly grabbed the bucket next to you and hurled what was left in your stomach, which wasn’t much, and sat there dry heaving in front of Bucky. When it was finally over, You shakily stood up, pushing your sweaty hair out your face. You surprised to be gently pushed back and looked up to find Bucky kneeling next to you. “Let me” He said taking the bucket from your shaking hands and was gone before you could protest. He returned not long after with a clean bucket and two wet washrags. He wiped your face with one and placing the other on your feverish forehead, you supposed his instincts from taking care of Steve were kicking in. “Thank you” you whisper, grasping the glass of water and taking small sips as he nods. “I was going to watch a movie, would you like to join me?” You ask and he nods again. You pat the space next to you in the couch, and he sits, still tense and wary, though tiredness shown in his eyes. You decide on Tarzan and settle into the couch, your eyes glancing over to Bucky every so often. He was watching the movie with great interest and almost intensity like he can’t look away and he needs to remember every single bit of it. After the movie is over, You decide to try something. You sit up with some difficulty and scoot over to Bucky who was tapping his foot to the end credits music. You take his metal hand and he looks up, almost startled, but you continue, keeping eye contact with him as You slowly open his fist with your fingers and spread your hands together, palms flat, like Tarzan and Jane did in the movie. Bucky looks from you and your connected hands and gives the faintest of smiles. After that moment, every time everyone was gone whether on a mission or something else, You and Bucky would watch Disney movies together, swearing Friday to secrecy. About a month after this had been happening, all the Avengers were out on another mission and you’d been feeling especially sick, You and Bucky decided to watch The Fox and the Hound snuggled up on the couch. Since the first movie, you’d developed a special, delicate bond, using the Jane and Tarzan hands as greeting and farewell. Currently, You sat snuggled up on the couch, Your head on his shoulder, legs draped over his lap. You were exhausted and felt especially sick, and a movie with Bucky always helped. You laughed and smiled at the cute movie, watching sadly as the Widow Tweed said goodbye to Tod and the two friends were torn apart. Bucky seemed to be especially emotional, watching with sad eyes and remorse as they promise to be friends forever, no matter what and when Copper defends Tod from his owner Slade. You hugged him, understanding that it was hard for him, with Steve and his mixed up memories. After the movie ended, You fell asleep together on the couch, too tired to remember to keep it a secret. You woke up to the sound of Tony’s angry voice and Steve’s calm and reassuring one, Bucky’s arms pulled your body close to him and you snuggle into him, breathing in his scent. Opening your eyes, You found Tony and Steve in front of you, Tony looked angry and Steve looked confused and trying to keep the peace. “(Y/n), what are you doing? I thought I told you to stay away from him!” Tony said obviously angered that you’d disobeyed. “Tony, leave her alone, Bucky hasn’t done anything wrong” Steve tried to reason. They started to argue. You looked up at Bucky, who was still holding you close, a look of fear and protectiveness on his face. You give him a small reassuring smile, tucking back a piece of hair that fell out of his ponytail before turning to your brother and Steve. “Stop it, both of you, this was my choice, it makes me feel a little better, especially when I feel sick, in the past month-” “Month?!” Tony practically shrieked “Shush, let me finish, in the past month, Bucky has taken care of me when I was sick when everyone was gone, he watched movies with me and cheered me up. No harm has come to me, in fact, I think watching Disney movies calms him down. He needs a break too, he barely gets any sleep from his nightmares. When he’s with me, he usually falls asleep after and not once has he had a nightmare” You explain, taking a deep breath, talking a lot winded you. “But why are you in his lap? And why him?” Tony asked still obviously ticked off. “Because, I need and want comfort Tony, I’m sick if you haven’t noticed, I want comfort after I’ve been puking and running a fever, You wouldn’t know, You’re never around anymore! I’m with Bucky because he’s the only one around that seems to understand my pain and that I’m sick and need to be cared for. I don’t see you around when I’m throwing up after chemotherapy, which, by the way, is worse than the first time” You say taking a deep breath after your rant, obviously still winded and stressed. “(Y/n), I’m Iron Man, and Tony Stark, I can’t spend all my time with you, I’m busy” He replied trying to make a point, but You just shake your head at him, turning away. “Tony, you need to spend more time with your sister, she needs you” Steve said “Oh, like you know anything” Tony retorted and they started bickering again. You lay your head tiredly on Bucky’s shoulder, it was no use, your brother would never understand. Bucky stroked your cheek with his hand, and you looked up at him, flashing a small smile, he was still here for you at least. As you listen to the two argue, you feel a tightening in your chest, and it becomes harder for you to breath. You grip Bucky’s shirt, as your vision swims from dizziness. “Bucky, something’s wrong” You whisper and a look of worry, almost fear, crosses his features and He stands up abruptly, starting into a run as Your breaths become more labored. You can hear Tony and Steve behind you, yelling, footsteps pounding in your ears. Your world fades in and out as Bucky enters the medical bay, shouting for help, and You’re laid out on a gurney. In your dizziness, You reach for Bucky’s metal hand, spreading your hands flat, against each other before You’re taken away and your world fades to black again. This time when you woke up, You were hooked up to a lot of machines, needles poked into your body. You had oxygen tubes still, and you felt too weak to even push yourself up from the bed. Everything hurt, you’d never felt more sick in your life. The door opened and your doctor entered, slowly approaching you. “(Y/n), I’m regret to tell you this, but You’re at stage four, it’s spread at such an alarming pace, faster than we anticipated. There’s too much cancer, and no amount of radiation or chemotherapy will help. You have very little time left, the best we can do is make you comfortable as possible” She told you and You nodded slowly, too numb to react. She left and Tony entered not soon after, carrying flowers. “(Y/n)… I’m sorry… for everything” Tony said setting down the flowers and hugging you close. “It’s okay Tony… It’s not your fault” You say coughing as He lets go. He pulls up a chair next to you, taking your hand a sad look on his face. “Hey, it’ll be okay” You say quietly giving him a small smile, and He smiled back. You spent the rest of the day with Tony, talking and remembering, keeping your minds off of what was close at hand.   Over the next couple days, everyone came in and visited, all the Avengers, Maria and Fury, Pepper and Happy, everyone, except Bucky. Tony wouldn’t let him in, and when you heard you made a big fuss. “Tony, let him in, I don’t care if you don’t like him, I do, he’s my friend, now let him in or so help me I will pull out all my needles and walk out there and see him” You threaten as much as a deathly sick cancer patient could muster. “But (Y/n)…” Tony protested “Let. Him. In.” You say as you attempt to push yourself off the bed. “Okay, okay, I’ll go get him” Tony said with a huff of annoyance. You smile, You’d won the battle. Bucky entered soon after, he looked exhausted and there were dark bags under his eyes. He looked nervous and stood at the edge of your bed, avoiding eye contact, You supposed he was wary, You looked and felt more sick than ever. “Tony, can you leave us alone?” You ask and He looks like he’s about to protest but you stop him, “Please Tony?” “Fine, but no funny business” He said before leaving. You ignore him and turn to Bucky. “C’mere” You say and He walks over to you sitting down in the chair next to your bed. You take your hand and press it against his metal one, spreading them until they were flat against one another. “You’re going to die?” He asked and You nod, clasping your fingers with his. “I don’t want to leave you, but I have to go, it’s a part of life” You say and He nods. “I won’t be sick anymore, and I’ve been sick for awhile” You said looking up at the ceiling with a sigh. “I wish you could get better” Bucky said sadly, and you take his hand and kiss it gently. “Promise me, when I’m gone, You’ll keep watching movies, have Steve watch them with you… I’m sure he’d like that, I know it won’t be the same, but you’re not alone” You tell him, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. “Okay, I will, I promise” He said “Good, now, do you want to watch Tarzan with me one last time?” You ask and he nods eagerly. So you spend your last day together watching Tarzan and relaxing, Bucky looked like he hadn’t slept in days.  As the movie ends, You’re both drowsy, so Bucky flattens his hand on yours, metal against skin, spreading your hands in goodbye before kissing your cheek gently and leaving the room. As you drift off to sleep, you’re surrounded by darkness, then a light appears and You’re pulled into it, and then the pain and sickness is gone. Epilogue: You died that night, in your sleep after a long, painful battle with cancer. You’d fought the good fight and now you were no longer in pain or suffering. Your funeral was held on a beautiful spring day, not a cloud in the sky. You were buried next to Your deceased parents, with an overwhelming amount of flowers on your grave. There wasn’t a dry eye during the service or at the cemetery. True to his promise, Bucky began watching movies with Steve, or anyone who was willing. Tony had a memorial wall built in your honor with pictures and videos. The Avengers as a whole started a Cancer foundation to help families who couldn’t afford to pay for chemotherapy and hospital expenses. Their lives went on without you, but they carried you in their hearts, memories of all the good and bad times together, you’d always be there with them. You were physically gone, but you lived on the hearts of those who love you.                              In loving memory of Carol G.

Deadpool's Sister

Peter x Reader girl x Deadpool(brother)

Imagine request: Hi! Could you write an imagine where the reader is Deadpool’s little sister and he finds out that she is dating Peter Parker (Tom Holland) knowing Deadpool, he becomes over protective because he doesn’t want her getting hurt or being in danger.

Warning: Deadpool… You know what to expect.

Note: Woo hoo! Another imagine! I thought these 2 would be cool together… just wait and read.

“Peter, shhh.” You said, pulling away from the kiss, trying to quiet down.

“If he hears us, so be it.” Peter tugged you into another kiss, flipping you onto the bed, where he was on top of you.

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