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Deserve

Summary: Marc never stays with you after he fucks you. You are better left in the hands of Steven. This time, he doesn't leave you.

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader (implied Steven Grant x Reader)

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: smut, some references to rough sex, angst (with a happy ending) - don't let me fool you this is just touch starved marc struggling with being loved

A/N: im fine im just really out here with nothing else to do but think about moon knight

Marc was an intense person. 

He was like the patter of rain against the roof, against an open window pane. He was like the shock and flash of lightning during a storm. 

The grim set of his mouth and shoulders, the unending weight of the world that made his brows dip into that hard line. Marc felt more than he let on, was affected by things people said and did, let the blows rain like ash against his skin and said nothing. 

You had learned long ago that Marc did not welcome comfort, that he felt it was something he did not deserve to receive. Soft, shaded mornings were for his alter. Everything squishy and warm, hazed in the breathy glow of a sunrise, was for you and Steven, not him. 

Maybe it wasn’t that Marc didn’t welcome comfort. 

He craved it, wanted it, longed for it. 

And he should not long for it, want it, crave it. 

He’d told you as much, over and over, the weight of your gentle hands against his skin like burning embers. 

He wanted it. He so badly wanted to sink into that flame, but he was worried it would burn him alive, melt him down into something unrecognizable. 

It was only when something went particularly badly that he allowed some comfort. 

He loves you, this you know. 

You see it in the heaviness of his stare, in the intensity of his worry, in the way he hugged you, held your hand, worried after you like you had not survived for years on your own. 

But if you ever dared to hold his hand, hug him, drag your fingers down the length of his spine, it was too much for him. These were things he could offer you, but that you should not give him in return. These were not things he deserved, these were things better reserved to his alter, who was deserving of everything he was not. 

Marc is intense.

He’s hard and wild and something close to broken some days, when reality drifts in and out of focus, when the world is best left in the hands of Steven.

There’s always a beating heart of anxiety behind everything he does, that this time he will not be enough, that this time he will not be fast enough, that this time the universe would get the last laugh again.

So when Marc fucks you, he is intense, he is like the weight of the all consuming world poured out. Salt water in wounds. 

You don’t mind. 

The times he’s gentle with you, you get the sense that he’s mourning, like the act is grief, something lost that he’s stealing back from the gods. Something that is temporary and definitely not for him. 

This night, he had come to you like the storm he bred inside him, the hatred of self and fear of a future he could not control, of a tentative reality of things only he could see. 

Marc was rough with you.

His fingers in your mouth, his hand hard against your cunt, against your ass. He had buried himself inside you, set a punishing pace. When his mouth was on yours, his kiss had been more like an effort to consume you. When his hand wrapped around your throat, his eyes had snapped to the mirror, and you had known Steven had been cautioning him, that you were in fact breakable, no matter what you said, that he should be careful of you. 

But you’d covered his hand with your own and tightened his fingers, eyes fluttering closed as you lost yourself in whatever bit of himself he would give you. 

~

A last stuttering breath passes your lips, eyes screwed closed, pleasure lighting up the insides of your veins, molten, like a river of fire that never ends. 

You clutch the sheets beneath your fingers and turn your face into a pillow as the last waves of your orgasam shutter through you. You bite off the moan that bubbles to the back of your throat when you feel Marc shift inside you, so full it's almost painful. 

Your thighs tremble, the insistent pressure of Marc’s hand against the back of your neck keeping you in place. His other hand kneads the flesh of your hip, and you know a bruise has already formed there. 

Marc pulls back, and thrusts into you one last time, a pleasant satisfied ache beginning between your legs. 

The firm fingers at your waist finally let you drop your hips to the mattress. 

You feel weightless and warm, content, like you’re floating through a cloud. Marc presses a kiss to the space between your shoulder blades, before the heavy bulk of his body surrounds yours. 

Disappointment darts through you in a brief little flash, because this is Marc’s parting gift to you always. 

The kiss between your shoulders, the all consuming fire of the warmth of him against you, before he hands the reigns to Steven. 

Marc never stays with you, after. The kiss against your spine is all you get from him. Whether because he can’t be bothered with taking care of you or because he feels he doesn’t deserve to, you aren’t sure. 

Steven is always there though, to kiss you back to life, to smile at you, make love to you so slowly and sweetly it was like a dream you never wanted to wake up from.  

His fingers slide up your arms, massaging as he goes, until he reaches your clenched hands, gently uncurling them from the fabric of the sheets until he can twist his fingers with yours. 

You feel him squeeze carefully, his nose dipping to the crook of your neck. 

A stillness falls over you both, silence, peace, creating a warm little bubble. 

You don’t mind his weight against you, it settles the frantic beating of your heart, drenches you in warmth. 

Normally, Steven would say something to you when he fronted, a kiss against your cheek and a softly spoken hello, love. 

Today, he’s silent, arms tight and grounding around you. 

But it's Steven, you know it must be. 

Because Marc never stays. 

You turn your head, nuzzling your nose against his arm, feeling his damp skin against your cheek. You want to open your eyes, reach up and touch the little black curl of hair you know must be stuck to his forehead at that moment. 

You’re content to stay like that with him, content to feel the gentle drift of his nose along the curve of your jaw. So you keep your eyes closed and let your mushy, sex-addled brain drift, as lips press along your jaw, behind the curve of your ear. 

And you’re happy to stay in the gentle warmth being offered to you, the glow of being loved so well.

But then, he does something inexplicable. 

Steven pulls away from you. 

He gets up. 

And he leaves. 

An empty feeling that you don’t like crawls up from the pit of your belly. A feeling that’s suspiciously like abandonment, that you know is not grounded in reality. 

Steven never left the bed, not without saying something to you first, not before checking in with you to ask what you needed or wanted. Especially not when Marc had been so rough with you. 

It was a routine that was being broken, a sacred step you didn’t know needed spoken out loud. 

You swallow thickly, peeling your eyes open. 

You don’t like the dirty, used feeling that’s overwhelming you, like you did not matter. 

Pushing yourself up is a monumental task, the ache of your bones like the grinding of cinder blocks against your flesh. You glance over your shoulder at the door. 

Then there’s a clatter from the bathroom and the door swings open, Steven emerging in only a pair of briefs. He still doesn’t say anything as he approaches and encourages you with gentle hands to roll over, the brief warmth of a washcloth between your legs. 

Which is odd. 

Because Steven would normally lie with you and talk with you, until you were coherent again, until you were secure enough for him to move away without feeling the sting of abandonment. 

Steven also talked almost non-stop to you, never without something to say. 

Normally,  you would throw on a shirt and play cards in bed, watch something on your laptop. Sometimes, Steven would just hold you and talk. Sometimes, he would make love to you again. 

But none of that happened until you were ready. 

Steven still doesn’t speak to you as he climbs back into bed, handing you Marc’s discarded shirt, which he gingerly helps you sit up and slip on.  

Steven’s head twitches toward the mirror, and you watch him watch his reflection for a moment. You frown, wondering what Marc could be saying to him. Marc, who always and without fail disappeared and walled himself off from both of you. 

And then it dawns on you. 

In your post-orgasm haze, and without the sound of his voice, you hadn’t noticed the signs that this was very clearly Marc still fronting, not Steven. 

Marc never stayed with you, never. 

Your throat is tight when he doesn’t say anything, his head is still swiveled toward the mirror, brows drawing tighter together with each passing minute. 

“Hey,” you clear your throat, “c’mere.” 

You snuggle down and hold out your arms. 

You half expect him to huff out an exasperated breath and lay back but avoid your touch. 

But he doesn’t. 

He curls into your arms, nudging his nose into the hollow at the base of your throat. He cradles you close, inhaling gently. 

But to your utter surprise, he lets you smooth your hands over his shoulders, through his unruly curls. The motion of it soothes you, comforts you. 

You glance toward the mirror and wish that you could see Steven there too, so you could ask what was going on in Marc’s head, why he was pretending to be Steven. 

“You okay?” You say as he lets you run a hand down his face, over the ridge of scar above his brow. 

It takes Marc a long time to respond, buried in your skin as he is, breathing you in, tracing rough hands along your hips and over your thighs, massaging where he knows you must be sore. 

You kiss the top of his head, blearily giving him all the love he was usually too prickly to receive.

He nods against you, so you slip hands down his back, over his hair. You aren’t sure why he’s pretending, but you find you don’t mind. It’s the kind of love you always want to shower Marc with but that he rarely allows. 

You want to ask him why, why he didn’t let Steven front. But you worry he might think you’re asking to see Steven, that you don’t want him there with you. 

Emotionally, Marc was a fortress, impenetrable and soldily quiet. Things simmered down in his gut, pushed away and down down down, until they overwhelmed him, until they burst to the surface in a violent torrent. 

Most often, it was when someone he loved was in danger, when the past became something he could no longer stare down, when the things he avoided were impossible to ignore.

And you’re terribly afraid that if you say anything now, he’ll clam up, shut down, pull away from you, leave the flat and take your heart with him. 

Gently, you slide down, until you’re eyelevel with him, one hand against his neck, thumb tracing the line of his jaw carefully. 

You feel Marc’s hands go to the small of your back, big hands gingerly tugging you closer, until your nose is touching his, until you share the same air. 

And you can hardly believe that the man who had smacked your pussy, held you down and fucked you until you felt like you couldn’t breathe, whispered filthy things in your ear that you can hardly remember, that your brain fuzzes out when you think about too much - is now holding you so gently you may as well be made of delicate glass, is now allowing you to stroke your hands through his hair, pet his broad shoulders. His eyes are closed, trust you didn’t think Marc possessed pouring over you in waves. 

You know why. 

You know why he’s doing this. 

Marc would rather accept love in the guise of his alter than ever believe he was worthy of it himself. 

You think about the hatred that lives inside Marc, about the self-hatred that loomed always at the back of his mind. The hatred that ran so deep, that he felt so potently, that even his alter had thought the worst of him at first. 

Killer, mercenary, cold-blooded. 

Things that Marc accepted into the folds of who he was without question. 

Marc never let you hold him like this, and so you do so for as long as you can bear, tilting your chin into his so you can kiss him softly, feeling the slow drift of his hands down your sides to the curve of your ass, over the bruised skin of your hips and thighs. He hooks his fingers behind your knee and tugs your leg over his hip. 

You finger a curl at the back of his neck, the glow of brown skin molten in the low light of the flat. 

You swallow and hope that you don’t drive him away, but you can’t stand it any longer - his thinking that this is softness you would only grace Steven with. 

“Marc,” you whisper. “I know it's you.” 

Even the way they hold you is different. Of course, you can always tell. You did not need their voices to tell you who was fronting. 

Marc’s eyes flash open and you’re surprised to see fear there. 

You hold fast to him, though he doesn’t try to pull away. You raise a questioning brow and resume your gentle ministrations, trying to show him without words that you did not treat him carefully because you thought he was Steven. 

“How’d you know?”

You shake your head and press your thumb against the center of his chin, “I can always tell. It’s not something you can really hide.”

He tries to tug his face away from your hand but you don’t let him, stubbornly making him look into your eyes. 

“Baby,” you say, “You know that you are just as deserving-,”

“Don’t,” he says sharply. “Don’t do that.”

“But you are, Marc. I always want to do this but you always leave me,” you stoke a hand through his hair. “I know Steven has talked to you about it, too. Told you that you don’t have to go.”

Marc is stiff against you and you consider for a moment letting him go. 

But you don’t. 

You hold on, and murmur, “It’s okay to want this. It’s okay.” You keep feathering your hand through his hair, your touch as gentle as you can make it. “I love you, you know.” You touch the gold chain around his neck and finally glance away from his eyes, staring at the hollow of his throat instead as you say, “You don’t always have to have your walls up. I’m not - I won’t -,” you stop and consider your next words. “I love you exactly as you are.” 

There’s a long moment of silence after that, one in which your heart beats painfully fast and you wait for Marc to push you away. 

But it doesn’t come, his body slowly relaxes against yours again, your fingers continuing their careful press against his skin. 

His head tips toward the mirror on the wall, and he nods after a few long minutes, carefully plucking up one of your hands, to kiss each of your fingers, the flat of your palm, and then to curl them closed again, hold your hand against his chest. 

You can feel the steady thrum of his heart, and Marc doesn’t look at you when he says. “I want it too.” 

You wait a moment but he doesn’t say more. 

“I’m happy to give it to you, Marc.” 

“You - you give too much as it is.” He pauses for a long moment, before pushing you onto your back, hovering over you, his eyes darting over your face. 

And you’re amazed, wondering, at the love struck expression he wears, like you were the pinnacle of a universe that barely made sense, that was barely held together. 

“Steven deserves this,” he nods down at you. “He’s never-,” 

You hear the unspoken words - that is why Steven was born after all, to be all the things Marc thought he wasn’t, to shield himself. 

“Stop it. Marc, you are not your past. You are not bad. You carry around the weight of the world and these sins you think are yours alone. They aren’t.” You tip your head up to nudge your nose against his, Marc’s hands pinning both of yours to the space beside your shoulders. 

Marc is looking at you in that intense way of his, brows furrowed, mouth tilted in that overly-serious line. 

“And what if I don’t think I deserve it, huh? To get you like this?” 

“Don’t listen to you, then. Listen to me.” You hitch your knees up to frame his hips, holding him against you, levering pressure into the backs of his thighs until he drops down fully against you. “You deserve it. More than most.”

You know everything he’s ever done is flashing through his mind. His brother’s death and his mother’s wrath. His time as a mercenary, his time in the military. The way he thinks he breaks and folds and isn’t strong enough, never strong enough, not enough. The mistake of Khonshu. The way he thinks he failed Layla and Steven, and that he will do it all over again. 

“Hey,” you nudge his jaw again. “Quit that.” 

Marc nods slowly, intense stare pinning you down. “I deserve it.” He says it like he expects you to disagree with him, to laugh. 

“Yes,” you breathe. “I’ll remind you of that.” He releases your wrists, burying his nose in your neck, the breath he sucks in is shaky and wild, the drum beat of a storm he stored inside the stoic stone that surrounded his heart. 

You cup a hand against the back of his neck, your other hand sliding down his side, tracing the violent scars that dot his ribs. Carefully, you slide his boxers down his thighs. Your touch is soft against him, your body already welcoming to him, and he slides into you with a quiet groan. 

It’s not like making love with Steven, who was sillier and goofier than Marc would ever be. 

It’s different to how Marc normally fucks you, when the mood strikes him to give it to you slow. 

This time, it's sweet, it's like the smoky burn of incense, like the homecoming he’d been waiting for for years. Marc kisses you softly, groans into your mouth when he was normally quiet aside to talk to you, demand things from you. 

You tighten your legs around him, encourage him to move slower, push deeper. 

“Fuck,” he whispers against the delicate skin of your neck. 

Sweat beads on his forehead, the glow of him against you like the sun. When you push the curls back from his forehead to look into his eyes, you catch something vulnerable in your heart, like the knife of everything Marc was storming into you. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs again. 

He ducks his head to kiss a path along your throat, where earlier his palm had circled the flesh. 

You drag your nails along his back, rub a hand through his hair, rock the cradle of your hips along with his. 

Marc reaches for one of your hands, kisses your fingers before guiding your hand to your cunt, “Sorry baby, I’m not gonna last. Need you to touch yourself for me.” 

You’re only a little bit shocked, but you tip his chin up to kiss him. Marc normally had a stamina that could win awards. 

Not now, it seemed. Not when you had given him permission to be slow and gentle and soft. 

Your breath is squeezed from your lungs, the heavy drag of him inside you almost enough to make you come. 

Marc doesn’t let you breathe, his mouth an insistent press against yours until you pull away with a gasp and you hear the sound of a quiet laugh against your throat, teeth digging into your jaw. 

You come unexpectedly, hips jerking up to meet him as Marc gives a harder thrust, looping an arm beneath one of your knees to open you up more, to slide that much deeper. 

The spot he hits within you makes your toes curl, makes it hard to catch a breath. 

“I can destroy you like this too, huh?” Marc asks, grinding against you, hips swirling as you groan from the breathless pleasure darting up your spine. 

“Don’t ruin this, Spector,” you huff, nipping at his jaw, only laughing a little. 

“Keep touching yourself. I didn’t say to stop,” he answers. 

Your eyes roll back when his tongue curls against the hollow of your throat. “I want you to come again,” his voice is a husky rasp in your ear.  

You’re still wearing Marc’s shirt, but when he releases your leg to palm your breasts through the fabric, you regret ever letting him partially dress you. 

“C’mon, baby,” he murmurs, “You’re so tense. Come for me again, hm? Come for me.” When he pinches your nipple and rolls it between his fingers, you do. White hot pleasure courses up your spine, makes your mind go blank. “Fuck, are you coming?”

“Yes,” you moan, “I’m coming for you.” 

“For me,” he repeats. “For me.”

“Marc,” you whisper, pleasure making your vision go fuzzy, your exhausted body trembling. “Marc, I love you.” 

His hand goes to your ass, angles your hips, before he thrusts so deep you see stars and he spills inside you.

You make sure to wrap your arms around his head, tightening your grip until he wiggles. “Can’t breathe, baby.” But you don’t want him to go anywhere, you don’t want the idea to even occur to him. 

You loosen your grip but say, “Don’t leave.” 

Marc’s jaw tightens, “Sorry about that.” 

“S’ok. Just don’t go.” 

“Not going anywhere tonight, honey.” 

You nod, nuzzling your nose against his cheek when Marc takes your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing your fingers and wrist, your forearm, the crease of your elbow. 

“Stop that,” you grouse, a giggle at the tip of your tongue.

“I’m obsessed with you. I can’t.” 

You do laugh then, and he rolls you onto your side. He slips free from you and you feel the emptiness immediately, but then Marc is kissing you again, insistent and demanding, and it's forgotten. His fingers dance up the column of your spine, tracing the delicate vertebrae of bone with soft fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he whispers. It's so rare to see him without that stoic facade, the burned in self-hatred, that your heart gives a painful thump. 

You kiss his sweaty brow and think to remind him of something. “You’re so good, Marc. You deserve good things. You deserve kindness.” 

He doesn’t answer and you know he’s fighting down that automatic response, so ingrained into him it was almost a part of his DNA. 

“I deserve it,” he murmurs eventually and you figure it's as close as you’ll get to agreement. 

Marc lets you hold him, and he doesn’t try to move once. 

Family Cookout

Imagine going back home to your family for some much needed down time when some of your co-workers show up to pick you up.

Words: 4.2K Author’s Note: This is just plain silliness and fluff. I do not apologize for it because I very much needed a smile. So if you’re in need of that, please enjoy this.

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Claws Out {2} || Stucky

STUCKY x shifter!fem!reader

Summary: After a delicious morning spent with Steve and Bucky you have a much less relaxing afternoon training with the Avengers Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, oral (both), mentions of male/male penetration, unprotected sex, reader injuries WC: ~2860

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bucky masterlist || steve masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2

“Why are the curtains open?” Bucky complained as the bright light flooded the room. “Steve…go find someone else to annoy.”

Steve chuckled as he sat on the love seat across the room, your soft purrs radiating from his lap that you sat on, enjoying gentle strokes he placed along your spine.

“You’re gonna waste the day away in that bed, Buck.” 

“Not my fault.” Bucky groaned as he pulled his pillow out from under his head and put it over his face to block out the light. “You two kept me up all night. Where’s my morning cuddle?”

You looked up at Steve, nudging his hand with your head before jumping off and padding across to the bed the three of you had woken up entangled in. Your paws had barely touched the sheet before Bucky curled his arm around you and you pulled you under the blankets, your eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness as you settled against his chest. 

You transformed in his arms and wrapped yours around his waist, your human need to capture his lips compelling the change without a thought. Running your hand across the planes of his chest, you felt his slow, steady breaths begin to change and the scent of his arousal permeated from his every pore. Your body was already moving on its own, your hips pressing closer as your tongue swiped across his plump bottom lip. 

“Thought you were tired.” Steve teased, his voice growing deeper as he caught a whiff of the delicious musk. 

“I was.” He said as he broke away from your kiss to trail his own down your neck, the sheets falling away as Steve appeared at your side. “Now I’m wide awake.”

You could feel just how awake he was as he draped his leg over yours and his hard length pressed along your thigh. You were still feeling the sweet ache at your core from your night sandwiched between them but it didn’t stop you from antagonising them further as you reached for the waistband on Steve’s sweatpants. His hand came to rest on yours and he looked like he was going to argue as he looked at the light bruises across your thighs, the  marks from their hips thrusting against your supple skin. 

“You didn’t hurt me.” You said gently as you eased the material down his hips and freed his erection so you could stroke him. “I love that you don’t hold back.”

When your lips kissed the tip of his cock all thoughts of his lazy Sunday were thrown to the wind and he knelt onto the bed, filling your mouth with a satisfied groan at the warmth enveloping him. One of his hands brushed your cheek tenderly and he looked to Bucky who had moved down the bed, nudging your legs wider as he settled between them. Your lips were still swollen from the pounding they had received last night and you moaned around Steve’s cock as Bucky soothed them with his tongue.

“She tastes like you.” Bucky grinned at Steve between the teasing swirls he circled around your clit.

Your back arched at the reminder of Steve filling you late last night with Bucky knelt behind him, watching you over his shoulder as he spilled into Steve. You had loved learning the new dynamics that Steve brought to the relationship and you liked to think they did too, becoming closer than ever - physically and emotionally.

Steve ran his fingers through Bucky’s hair and massaged his scalp as he guided your head up and down his length, tipping his head back at the feeling of your mouth and the sight of Bucky eating you out. “This is not what I had planned for this morning.”

You pulled away, sucking all the way to his tip before releasing it with a small pop, wrapping your fingers around his girth. “What did you have planned?”

“I thought we could have…” he breathing laboured as you tightened your fist and dipped your head down to capture the bead of precum at his slit, “breakfast together.”

“That’s what we are doing.” Bucky chuckled. “Eating in.”

“That’s not what I meant, jerk.” Steve tried to growl but it turned to a moan as you cupped his tight sack and rolled it in your palm. “Shit.”

You loved the rare moments Steve would indulge in a curse and it sent your core tightening around Bucky’s fingers, your orgasm within sight. The bed shifted and you immediately missed the feel of Bucky’s warm mouth on your throbbing pearl but he was quick to wrap your legs around his hips and thrust his cock in instead. Your cry echoed the room at the sudden fullness but the sound was cut off as Steve pulled your hand away and silenced you with a mouthful. 

Your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head and Bucky fucked you hard, his hand reached out for Steve’s throat and pulling him closer. Your head spun at the sight above you, Steve and Bucky’s tongues fighting for dominance as they both thrust their cocks into your holes. 

You felt Steve’s cock swell first as he broke away from the passionate kiss and cried out with his release, the salty sweet flavour filling your mouth as you swallowed every drop of the huge load. You were delirious as your men filled your senses and the coil in your belly snapped, sending your pussy clenching around Bucky and keen mewls escaping your mouth. The sight of your tongue cleaning Steve of the saliva and cum that coated his cock and your walls spasming around him set off Bucky, his guttural cry vibrating through you as his back stiffened and his cock pulsed. 

Steve kissed your head and disappeared as Bucky collapsed beside you, his arm tossed happlessly over his eyes as his chest shuddered. You giggled as he kept his eyes shut but blindly reached for you and pulled you into his arms as Steve returned with a towel around his hips and two washcloths in his hands. You shivered at his tender touch, gently cleaning you with one warm cloth before doing the same to Bucky. 

“I love you.” You purred, a lazy smile gracing your face as you heard their responses echoed back.

“Now did I hear something about breakfast?”

The corridor to the industrial sized communal kitchen seemed to narrow as Natasha's voice echoed along the otherwise silent path through the facility. You felt Bucky and Steve stiffen beside you a second before the redhead came out of the room with Tony, her distrust for you palpable. She quickly turned on her heel and headed away but at least Tony looked happy to see you.

“Ah good, there you are.” Tony smiled. “Change your plans, get everyone out to the assault course, it’s competition time.”

“No, not until we sit down with Nat.” Steve argued. “We’re a family, we’re not meant to be divided.”

“Trust me, run the assault course and you’ll kill two birds with one stone, or should I say one cat?” He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and slipped them over his nose with a smirk and clapped his hands. “Round up the gang.”

You looked around confused as everyone gathered on the back field, an assault course that was crazier than anything the army could ever think of having. Bucky and Steve looked equally confused as they found Sam, Scott, Peter, Wanda, Vision, Clint and Natasha beside them. You half expected Dr Banner to join the line up but it appeared he would be only observing with a clipboard.

“Right, it’s come to my attention that some people don’t trust me and my decision on who to bring to the team.” Tony said as he looked at Natasha. “It looks like we have to go old school and have a friendly competition so that you get to see I’m more than just a pretty face.”

Tony snapped his fingers at Dr Banner who squinted at the clipboard, forgetting to bring his glasses once again. “Uhh, Steve, Bucky, Y/N, Peter are up first, you can use all your super pow- wait, really?”

“Yes.” Tony nodded. “You can use your super strength, webs, all that jazz - first through the course wins.”

“C’mon Tone, that’s not fair.” Steve said, waving a hand at you.

“Rules are rules, we’re making an omelette today.”

“Yeah, yeah, break some eggs.” Steve muttered before looking at Bucky and whispering. “Just don’t let us come last.”

“Hell no, I’m not losing to spider-boy.”

You looked at the teenager rolling on the balls of his feet before looking back at the course and focusing on the obstacles you were going to be facing in mere moments. It all started with a 15 foot high wall with a landing before leading into a whole lot of posts that were jutting out of the ground. Each post was about 6 inches in diameter and required you to leap from one to another until you crossed the 50 yard span and reached the landing at the other side.

“On your marks.” Tony called out.

“$100 says she won’t make it past the wall.” Nat whispered loudly to Clint.

“Get set.” Tony growled in her direction. “Go!”

You pushed off and launched forward with Steve and Bucky at your side. A string of web shot through the air to a beam on the frame above the wall and Peter jumped as he pulled himself along the web to the top of the wall.

“Oh no you don’t.” Bucky grunted. “Queens is not winning this.”

The wall was fast approaching and you knew everyone would be watching you with intrigue since Steve and Bucky would use their super strength to jump and reach the platform. Preparing to reveal yourself you took a deep breath and let the change flow as you fell forwards, landing on four paws.

“Holy shit.” Sam gasped. “Anyone else seeing this?”

“What did Luis put in those brownies?” Scott mumbled as he shook his head and tried to clear the picture of a mountain lion now sprinting towards the obstacle course.

You pushed all your power and strength to your hind legs and leapt the span of the wall, your claws gripping the narrow landing to stop you clearing it completely. Although Peter had the head start there were no beams over this part of the course so he had to jump from post to post at regular human pace. Your coat began to change, spots breaking through the golden fur as your tail elongated at your more agile leopard form took over.

“Get him, baby girl.” Bucky cheered as you cleared each row of posts on the bounce and quickly leveled with Peter.

“What the hell, Mr Stark?” Peter squealed as he scrambled and nearly lost his footing. “Tell me this thing’s not real.”

“She’s real alright.” Tony laughed as he snacked on a twizzler. “That’s y/n.”

The Spider-Man swiveled his head back to you and you couldn’t help dropping your long tongue out the side of your mouth as you overtook him, Steve and Bucky laughing as they closed in on him too.

You reached the next landing with ease and found a narrow balancing beam that also rose at a steep angle, the drop to the ground below moving from a sprained ankle height to a broken leg height. It didn’t phase you though, not when you took Bucky’s favourite form of yours and shrunk to the size of a housecat. The beam was no longer narrow but wider than your body and you ran up it, your paws and claws giving you the traction needed for the incline.

“Guess that answers that.” Sam chuckled. “Wondered who brought the stray home. Oh, here comes wonder boy and his onesie.”

Because you were running towards what you could only describe as a turret, Peter had a higher anchor he could aim at and you pushed your little legs harder as a web shot overhead. You could feel the beam shudder with heavy stomps as Steve or Bucky started their run up it and you nearly bounced off with a hiss.

“Sorry!” Bucky yelled as he heard you, grateful you were nearly at the top.

“Ah, I guess we go that way?” Peter half asked as he reached the top at the same time as you, the other two quickly closing in again.

You looked over the lip and saw the ground was at least a 30 foot drop below and the next landing was about that distance away and halfway to the ground. Stepping away to the back edge of the landing you filled the space with your mountain lion form and calculated the force and angle you would need to clear the space and land square on the next platform.

Just as you were about to take the few steps forward to jump Peter punched his hand out and a web fired at a branch of the old white oak tree growing not far away. He leapt out before testing it and you watched with horror as the dead branch snapped and the teen began to fall, arms flailing.

You didn’t think, you didn’t calculate, you just leapt. You weren’t sure if Peter screamed because of the free fall or because there was a 120 pound big cat jumping at him with your teeth bared, but boy did he scream. Your sensitive ears ached as you reached him, your teeth grazing his skin slightly as you caught the strong material of his spider suit between them.

Your flank hit the edge of the shelf you had been aiming for but just came up short and the kid fell as your mouth opened with a painful roar. He tumbled safely across the landing as your claws buried in the wood trying to pull your body up but you were slipping further and further down.

“Hold on hun.” Steve called out behind you as he stood helpless beside Bucky. “Throw me.”

You weren’t going to die from the fall but you really didn’t want to lose the race, that was the hardest part to stomach when one of your claws broke and you fell to the ground. Your spine twisted, tail swiping as it helped you to turn and land feet down. Pain jolted up your legs and radiated up your body as you hit the ground and staggered a few steps before collapsing.

Warm hands ran along your fur, feeling for breaks as you whined quietly. Steve lifted your head gently and laid it on his lap as he sat beside you. “Talk to me, Buck.”

“I can’t feel any breaks. Can you change back for me, doll?”

You groaned as the pain shifted with you and your ankles and wrists both hurt to move, your lips pouting as you looked at your bloodied finger. “I broke a nail.”

Bucky laughed as he fell back on his butt, relieved that you were able to joke as Peter landed beside you, the rest of the team making their way over.

“Nice save.” Tony said to you as he nodded towards a very sheepish looking Peter.

“Yeah, uh, thank you y/n. That woulda sucked.” Peter said as he rubbed the red skin where your teeth had caught him but he wasn’t bleeding.

“Don’t mention it.” You winced. “Does this mean I lost?”

“Actually you won.” Tony grinned. “You touched all the platforms and made it back to the ground first.”

Bucky grinned back and held his fist up to Steve. “Brooklyn beats Queens, every time.”

“I guess I owe you an apology.” Natasha said as she held a hand out to you.

“For what?” You asked as accepted it, standing gingerly on your sore feet until Steve’s arm supported you around your waist.

“I really didn’t think you would be able to hold your own.” She admitted, tilting her head as she looked at you. “But you even managed to have the kids back too.”

“I must have missed the sorry in all that.” You teased as her lips curled up in a tight smile.

“Let’s not push it.” She chuckled and shook her head. “You should go get checked out, do we have a vet on staff?”

“Ha ha.” Tony rolled his eyes. “You two take her to the medbay. Romanoff, Wilson, Barton, Lang - you’re up.”

“Honestly, I’m fine.” You promised your boyfriends as they tried to get you to the medical wing. “Stop fussing, I just need to lay down and have cuddles.”

“C’mon Steve.” Bucky shrugged. “You saw her heal from Rumlows’s attack and you weren’t this worried.”

“I know,” he sighed, turning to look at you with his sad eyes, his hand gently cupping your cheek, “it’s just now I can’t risk losing you. I love you too much.”

“I love you too, but I promise I’m not going to die from this.” You reassured him as Bucky lifted you up to kiss him, your ankles too sore to try tiptoe and reach. “Now can we please go back to bed?”

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Sebastian Stan

Stand Alones:

Play Pretend

Sharing is Caring (also on my Ashton masterlist)

Numbers

Bucky Barnes

Stand Alones:

Tranquil Waters

(Don’t) Leave Me in the Dark

Think of Me

Happiness in Misery

Dinner Games

Multi Parts:

The Falcon and the Newlyweds

I Think I Like You 

‘Til The End of the Line 

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Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Stucky

All Too Well

Lover of Mine

Bucky x Male Stark!Reader

Phantom Pain

Mosaic Broken Hearts

The Curious Case of a Small Kitten

Wrath of an American Soldier

An Avengers Halloween

As always @theblueprintshawty makes the best one shots

Five's a Crowd

Summary: (Requested by @maximeevansblog) The reader and Chris' 2 Year Aniversary is coming up, and both have suprises in store.

Pairing: Chris Evans x female!reader, (platonic) Scott Evans x female!reader

Warnings: Cursing I think thats it.

Word Count: 1147

A/N: This writing wasn't gender neutral, obviously, but I still hope you enjoyed it. Don't be afraid to request, my asks should be open and you can obviously be anonymous about it! You can also DM me request. Feel free to check out my other writings too! Hope you enjoy this. <3

You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your mouth. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.

"Idiot." this prompted you to chuck the spoon you have been previously using at his head. You untied the apron, that really didn't help, from around your waist and began cleaning up. Although, checking the time caused for you to halt all your actions and panic.

"Okay listen up Ass-Wipe..." Scott took a second to look up as if he didn't know you were talking to him but when he saw your glare he paid full attention.

"Since you apparently couldn't go anywhere today I need you to clean up, keep an eye on the cake and put the icing on it for me," Scott went to protest but you put up a finger shaking it.

"You've been distracting me all night and your brother is going to be home in about 20 minutes, and hell I need to get ready. So don't complain!" You began to leave the room going to get dressed.

You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your face. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.

The 20 minutes felt like 5 minutes as you heard Dodger running to the front door. Your breath hitched as you looked in the mirror at yourself. Flattening your dress and making sure there were no stray hairs you walked downstairs to where you had the table set up.

"Hey bud, where's mommy?" He asked this walking into the room that you stood in. His eyes scanned up your body to your face and he smiled at you in the set up scenery. You attempted at a slightly fancy dinner but gave up half-way because Scott had been bugging you all night. So in your shared dining room replacing where the chairs once were was a picnic blanket sat on the floor. There was an assortment of food but what caught Chris' eye the most was the menorah that rested in the middle.

"Why is there a menorah?"

"I wanted the closest thing to 'candlelit' without burning down the house, you get what you get and you don't get upset. Come sit with me my love," You flopped down on the blanket and Dodger ran to you first Chris chuckling and joined you next. You pet Dodger as he gave you kisses and you handed a plate to Chris. You held up your hand at him.

"Please refrain from dirtying the dishes I would like to spend my whole 2 year anniversary dinner with you," You joked as he rolled his eyes and smiled at you. In retaliation he went to the chicken parm first placing it on the plate and you glared grabbing your own plate. You both began to eat talking and reflecting on your previous years.

"Yeah and I thought you were gonna propose and I was scared only for how Dodger would react," You laughed from your place on the floor next to Chris. You both had finished most of the food just laying down and looking at the ceiling, granted you had a projector set up with fake stars displayed so you weren't just staring at emptiness. Chris laughed pulling you closer and you rested your head on his chest feeling his chest rise as he laughed.

"Each time I think he's trying to steal my girl," He glanced down at Dodger who rested near both of your feet sleeping. You chuckled reaching down a bit to pet the sleeping dog in question, giving a stern but joking look to Chris.

"You might be right. If you don't propose soon he might take the chance to," You laughed turning back to Dodger and Chris chuckled a bit just staring at you both now with a proud smile. You glanced at your phone though as it began to vibrate a string of texts from Scott saying the cake was ready. You grabbed your phone and turned to Chris with a smile. You started to get up and pecked his lips heading to the kitchen.

"I'll be back." You rushed into the kitchen running into Scott. When he laid his eyes on you he jumped up and down giddily handing the cake to you. You smiled a thanks adrenaline rushing through you as you opened the door backwards.

"I have a surprise! So, the cake might taste bad but it came from the heart so-" Your words stopped as quickly as they started as your eyes laid upon Chris on one knee. Mouth agape and almost dropping the cake you quickly placed it down gulping, knowing your answer even before he was about to speak.

"Y/n I've loved you since the day I met you and that was obvious with the way I failed to take my eyes off of you. These past two years have helped reinforce the idea that this was the perfect decision. I'm ready if you are to not only end something, but start something beautiful. So, Y/n Y/l/n, instead of being my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend...will you be my wonderful and beautiful wife?" You moved closer with each of his words and you stood above him frozen for a second.

"Just wonderful and beautiful?" You both laughed and you quickly nodded your head pulling him up and into a kiss letting him put the ring on your finger. You pulled away from the kiss and smiled chuckling.

"I don't mean to one-up your surprise but I also have something," You turned around with the cake in hand and put it on full display. He turned his head in confusion and furrowed brows.

"I'm Pregant?" You huffed and yelled out of frustration, "Damn you Scott!"

"I knew I should've googled it!" He yells mostly to himself from the kitchen. Chris just laughed at the both of you placing the cake down and peppering your face with kisses. He kneeled down, just like before, and kissed your belly. He looked up at you with the brightest smile on his face.

"I can't wait to start our family." Dodger was jumping up at you causing you to sit on the floor with Chris and him. You pulled both of them in a hug.

"You two are just the cutest, I can't wait to be in this family too," Scott said with a mouthful and tried to join the hug but you held up a hand still hugging your two boys.

"No, you ruined my cake...and five's a crowd asshole."

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Set Up Series (completed) :

Summary:  You’re close friends with Lizzie Olsen, she invites you to her birthday party where it’s very clear her and Scott are intending to set you and Chris up.

Part 1: The Set Up (1.9k)

Part 2: Coffee Date (1.9k)

Part 3: Dog Sitting (3k)

Part 4: Let’s Make It Official (2.4k)

Part 5: Dresser Drawer (2k)

Part 6: Caught (2.3k)

Part 7: Meet The Fam (3.6k)

Part 8: The Key (1.3k)

Part 9: First Fight (3.7k)

Part 10: Say Yes (2.4k)

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Guardian of Heroes

Imagine having healing abilities, but healing wounds comes at a price.

Words: 4K Author’s Note: Well would you look at this- a request + an AU fix it (of sorts). Also, heads up, the ending is kind of abrupt. I had no clue how to end this! Lol. @mummy-woves-you​ I hope you still like it.

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Enamored [37] - Engagement Ball

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Gifts come with special moments.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, kissing, mentions of death.

Word Count: 6700

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You had always been good at planning events.

It was one of your favorite things in the world after all. You had only been in a position to help the actual hostess back at home and in here so far, but now that it was your engagement ball and your wedding, you were to be the hostess and you were having the time of your life so far.

Well—

With the exception of a small, very insignificant issue.

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The reader is Aberama Gold’s eldest daughter, Esmeralda Gold in this fic.

This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay. The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders”. Warnings will change per chapter.

Update: every 2-3 days

Synopsis: Your father’s one mistake shall alter your life’s direction forever.

Chapter 1: The coin

Chapter 2: Kitten

Chapter 3: Distraction

Chapter 4: Dawn

Chapter 5: Fook Linda

Chapter 6: Sybill

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seb being a stepdad to chris' kids or vice versa!

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a/n: okay this is literally one of the best ideas ever and im so in love with this fic. i think this takes the cake for my favorite fic i’ve written!! this is mildly edited so pls be kind. im so proud of it and hope you guys love it <3

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warnings: drinking, mentions of sex, brief mention of medical procedure(s), there might be some language i dont remember

word count: 4,400

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Chris has been your best friend since elementary school and all through middle and high school. Everyone knew how close you were to him and how deeply you loved each other. It was never in a romantic sort of way, though. Nobody really understood the relationship you had with him, they just shrugged their shoulders and minded their business.

When Chris told you he wanted to move to New York to follow his dream of being an actor, he asked you to go with him. You shared his love for theatre and the arts and always wanted to see if you could make it as a big-time Hollywood actress. You packed all your things into your tiny car and made your way to New York with your best friend.

You spent your 28th birthday sitting on Chris’s couch with a bottle of tequila and a broken heart. Your boyfriend of 3 years broke up with you on the grounds of you being “such a drag” and “not someone he wants to settle down with any more”. You had planned a life with him. He talked about marrying you and having kids with you just weeks prior. And he had just thrown it all away.

Having gone through almost half of the bottle of tequila already, Chris took the bottle from you and just looked at you with sad eyes. He ran his hand through your hair as you buried your face in your pillow and just cried. You pulled yourself together after a while and willed yourself to sit up and look Chris in the eyes.

“I know I’m kinda drunk right now but Chris, listen to me. Can we make a pact? When we’re both 30 and if we’re both still single and loveless. Let’s have a baby. We don’t have to like… y’know… do it or anything. We can do it through insemination or in a petri dish or however they do it. I’m just- I want to settle down and have kids but I don’t think I’ll ever trust anyone else.” You rambled, gesturing wildly with your hands. Chris suppressed a laugh and looked at you like you were crazy. You just looked at him questioningly until he realized this was not the alcohol talking.

“Are you serious? Like, me and you? Having a baby? Seriously?” He pulled himself off the floor and sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“I’m so serious. You can say no, Chris. This is me asking you what you think. I always said that if I don’t have a husband or have been with someone long enough to have a child with them, that I would go to a sperm bank and do it like that. You know how badly I want kids, and I know you want them too.” You moved to the edge of the couch to move closer to him. He stood up and grabbed your hand to help you up. He dragged you towards the kitchen and sat you down at the table, telling you to wait there while he grabbed something. He came back a few moments later with a notebook and a pen.

“Alright, let’s figure this out. We’re going to ask each other questions about this and write down the answers. Any conditions we have we’ll write down, if we can’t agree on them we don’t do it. I know you’re not super sober right now so we can do this now and talk about it again tomorrow.” He wrote ‘Y/L/N - Evans Baby’ along the top. You smiled a bit to yourself and waited for him to talk.  

“I don’t want to be just the sperm donor, I want to be involved in everything. From the ultrasound appointments to picking preschools. I also want to be in the room when you’re in labor.” He wrote it down as he was talking and looked up at you. You nodded with a big smile on your face.

“I would want you as involved as possible. We would be co-parenting this hypothetical child. My turn. To keep this from getting messy, we should do it through a clinic. Me in stirrups and your swimmers in a turkey baster. Sex can make things complicated and weird, I don’t want to risk something going wrong between us and then there be a child involved. Insemination isn’t as effective but we can always keep trying if it doesn’t work.” You pulled the notebook towards you and wrote down your condition.

That went on for the rest of the night. You and Chris take turns asking questions about your hypothetical baby. You had filled up pages and pages of notes about what you both want, from how you would decide to tell your families to living arrangements to if you’d circumcise or not if it was a boy.

A little more than 2 years later you and Chris found yourselves at the dining room table of his Boston home again. The notebook you had filled just a few years back right in front of you, along with 5 pregnancy tests. They were face down on the table as you anxiously waited for the timer to go off.

“Alright, Chris. This is it. It’s been 5 minutes, we can flip them over.” You released a shaky breath and stared at the tests right in front of you. Chris grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. You looked at each other before reaching out to flip over the individual tests. Seeing all 5 of the tests with 2 solid pink lines knocked all the air out of your lungs.

“Oh my god. They’re all positive! Oh my god, Chris!! We’re going to have a baby!” You both jumped out of your seats and jumped around the kitchen before hugging each other and crying. He kept thanking you and kissing the top of your head while you sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt. There were lots of tears over the next few weeks from you both after confirming your pregnancy with your midwife.

8 or so months later Penelope Elizabeth Evans-Y/L/N made her way into the world and the arms of her parents. The world seemed to stop when you heard the cries of your daughter for the first time. You could’ve sworn Chris stopped breathing the second he laid eyes on her when she was placed on your bare chest. He didn’t even care that she was covered in blood and other bodily fluids, he swore that she was the most beautiful human being to ever exist.

He took a lot of time off from filming and working to take care of you both. Once you found out you were pregnant, you stopped acting for the most part. You knew that you wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, at least until she was old enough to go to school, and maybe then you’d go back to smaller roles that kept you close to home.

Chris had a hard time leaving you and Penny once it was time to go back to work. He held her close to his chest and cried at the thought of leaving her when she’s still so little. Seeing the extreme separation anxiety he was already having, you offered to go with him to set and find an apartment or house to rent for the duration of the shoot. This ended up being the greatest thing you could have come up with. Every single project that took him away from Boston, you and Penny were right there next to him. You and Penny followed him to what seemed like every corner of the Earth.

The weeks leading up to shooting The Winter Soldier were the most exciting for Chris. He had been training for months to get into shape and was really excited to have you and Penny on set with him. He had also been talking nonstop about working with Sebastian and Anthony again.

One night Chris came home with Sebastian and Anthony trailing behind him. Penny had gone down for the night and you were nursing a glass of wine on the recliner, watching whatever you could find on TV.

“Hey, Y/N. I should've called ahead, I’m sorry. We’re just going to have some beers while we watch the game.” He walked in and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. You moved the blankets off your lap and stood up to greet Anthony and Sebastian.

“I don’t think you ever got a chance to meet these guys before. Y/N this is Anthony and Sebastian, guys this is Y/N.” Chris introduced you and you moved forward to give them both hugs.

“Sorry for barging in on you unannounced, we would’ve made sure this idiot called you before to make sure it was all good,” Anthony said, taking the beer Chris handed him.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it. He used to do it all the time when we lived in New York. Sorry, the place is a bit of a mess. Didn’t get a chance to clean today, I’ve had my hands full, especially with this one” You gestured a thumb to Chris and he sent you a playful glare in return.

You offered to put together some snacks for the game, knowing very well Chris couldn’t handle his alcohol without some sort of food in his system. Anthony and Sebastian offered to help while Chris snuck off to go see Penny.

“How long have you and Chris been together?” Sebastian made some small talk while looking for serving bowls in your kitchen. Anthony leaned against the counter and continued to sip on his beer.

“Oh, we’re not together. We’ve been friends since we were kids and we actually are just uh...” You chuckled nervously, not knowing what to say to his friends. Chris walked into the kitchen with Penny in his arms at that moment. Her head tucked into his neck, hands gripping at the fabric of his shirt and his arms under her butt.

“We’re raising our daughter together. They go with me wherever I go so I don’t miss anything and so Y/N doesn’t raise Penelope by herself. We’re co-parenting in the same house.” He said, looking at the tired toddler in his arms. Sebastian and Anthony both sputtered on their beers at the same time, not believing what they were seeing.

There was no denying that she was a product of you and Chris. Even with her sleepy eyes, they could see the bright blue color that matched the man carrying her. They saw the swoop of your nose and the color of your hair. They stood there just taking it all in.

“I had a bit of a crisis when I turned 28 after my long term boyfriend dumped me out of nowhere. It was one of those ‘if we’re 30 and aren’t married’ sort of things. We turned 30 and were both still single, so we had a baby.” You shrugged, looking over at your girl.

“And it works, being parents without being together but still living together?” Anthony asked, gesturing towards the two of you.

“We had everything figured out before she got pregnant. We had conditions that we both had to agree on before we even got serious about it. We were both very adamant about not doing it the old fashioned way so things didn’t get messy. It took some time to figure out the… terms and conditions I guess.” Chris laughed a little bit. Anthony and Seb nodded in understanding and kept looking at Penny.

“I’m happy for you, man. Seems like you both are really happy. How old is she?” Anthony walked into her line of sight and waved his fingers a bit, trying to get her attention.

“She turned one a couple of months ago.” You said and watched Penny pick her head up and look at Seb and Anthony, inspecting them a bit. Her big blue eyes landed on Sebastian and she stared him down before he gave her a small smile and waved at her. She was a little shy around new people and would usually bury her face in the neck of whoever was holding her.

To your surprise, she leaned away from Chris and moved her hands out to Sebastian. Everyone’s eyes widened as she whined a little bit when he didn’t reach out to grab her. Chris moved closer and told him it was okay and let Penny make herself comfortable in his arms. She buried herself into his neck much like she does with you and Chris, her tiny fists clutching his shirt. Her eyes shut immediately and let herself fall asleep in his arms.

The next few months went on more pleasantly than expected. Chris often had late-night shoots and training, leaving you with Penny most of the day. Anytime he knew he would be home late, he’d send Seb over with dinner or just an extra set of hands to help you with Penny. She knew you were her mama and Chris was her dada, then one day she had her Seba. Anytime you opened the door to let him in with her on your hip, she immediately squealed and started to chant ‘Seba! Seba!’ and didn’t stop until he was holding her.

Sebastian had brought up the idea of taking you to dinner one night to Chris. Even though you were a single adult who could make decisions on your own, he didn’t want to disrespect Chris at all. Chris never saw you as anything more than his best friend, it had always been like that. He was ecstatic when Sebastian brought up the idea of asking you out.

“I’m so serious, Seb. I think it’s a great idea. She talks about you a lot and really loves being around you. She’s going to say yes, I promise. Y/N hasn’t dated since we had Penny, mostly because she’s scared of what someone would think about her living with her childhood best friend who happens to be the father of her child.” Chris told him honestly. You weren’t interested in dating at all since having Penny. Mostly because being a mom was your first and only priority.

Sebastian let out the breath he was holding and ran his fingers through his hair, all of a sudden nervous about asking you to dinner. Chris clapped a hand around his shoulder and gave him a quick pep talk before sending him on his way.

The 2 years between wrapping Winter Soldier and starting Civil War had been interesting, to say the least. Everything Chris did kept him in the states for the most part. You and Penny were still trailing along with him, always loving the things you got to experience as a family.

Sebastian had found his place right in your crazy life. You had been unofficially together after wrapping Winter Soldier. He went off to do his next project and you and Chris spent some time in Boston with your families. You texted him most of the day, and he called at night to talk for a few hours before you went to sleep. He always said goodnight to Penny and she blew her Seba kisses through the phone.

He flew to Boston a bunch of times to see you, even if it was only for a few hours. You flew to wherever he was for a few days at a time, most of the time with Penny. Chris somehow managed to get you on the plane by yourself a few times and promised he would FaceTime every single night and would have hourly pictures sent.

On one of your first weekend trips out to see him, he refused to let you leave without making it official with you. He had you in tears at the end of his ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my girlfriend’ speech. When he proposed to you he had said that the only thing better than the girlfriend speech was the one he was about to give. His ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my wife’ speech knocked that one out of the water.

Neither of you wanted to make a big fuss about a wedding. You weren’t interested in the big white dress and the stressful bridesmaids and the whole cliche wedding things. Sebastian suggested getting eloped somewhere quiet with a handful of the most important people in your life. Chris’s mom, Lisa, had offered to hold the ceremony in her backyard. Knowing very well how spacious and beautiful it was, you and Seb graciously accepted her offer.

You kept your dress simple yet elegant, a beautiful white lace dress that ended mid-thigh, and complimented your body so perfectly. Seb kept it classy with a dark blue suit and light blue button-up that brought out his eyes, no tie, because who needs one?

Right at the end of the ceremony right as the officiant was about to have you say ‘i do’, you heard whines coming from Penny, who was sitting right up front on her daddy’s lap. You looked over to see her squirming in his lap and whining out ‘mama’ and reaching out for you. Chris made eye contact with you and mouthed ‘i’m sorry’. You shook your head and let go of one of Sebastian’s hands to motion to let her go so she could walk over to you.

Everyone aww’d as she walked over to you as quickly as her legs could take her. You bent down and scooped her up, resting her on your hip and wrapping your arm around her waist to keep her up. Sebastian made faces at her to make her laugh and keep her happy for a few more minutes. Your photographer had taken advantage of the incredibly sweet moment and had made sure to get as many shots of Penny at the altar with you.

When the officiant pronounced you husband and wife, you were going to set Penny down but Sebastian was quick to pull you both close to him and go in for your first kiss as a married couple with your daughter right there. Everyone cheered and Penny was mimicking the claps of everyone around her. Before he pulled away from you two he pressed two sloppy kisses on Penny’s cheeks as she giggled, which pulled some tears out of you.

No more than 15 people were attending the ceremony. You wanted to keep it quiet with just family and a few close friends. The reception, however, was anyone and everyone you could fit into the ballroom you had rented at one of the best hotels in Boston. All your guests had filled the room before you and Seb arrived. You nervously held his hand as you heard the cheers from everyone inside after hearing the DJ announce “Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary friends … let’s give it up for the couple of the hour, Mr. and Mrs. Sebastian Stan!!”

No one understood how you, Chris, and Seb managed to make your situation seem so easy and flawless. He knew that living in Boston was a must, so he bought the house that sits right behind the one you shared with Chris for so many years. He never wanted to get in the way of the system you and Chris had created over the years. Somehow, he managed to make things easier for everyone.

Penny’s first day of school was emotional for all 3 of you. You were all at your front door taking pictures of Penny in her school uniform that she looks so ridiculously cute in and the backpack that was way too big for her. She insisted on getting the Avengers backpack that “has my daddy on it!”

“Okay my love, it’s time for us to go to school! Are you ready?” Chris grabbed her tiny hand and led her to the car.

“Yeah daddy, I’m ready!” Penny said as he lifted her into the car and her car seat.

“Daddy? Mama and Sebbie coming too?” She asked him when he clicked the last buckle together. Right on cue Sebastian opened up the door to the free seat in the back and climbed in right next to her. She squealed in excitement at the sight of Sebastian buckling himself in the car.

Chris laughed at her genuine excitement and made sure all her fingers and toes were inside the car before shutting the door. He saw you lock the front door and make your way to the front seat. He noticed you put a few packs of tissues in your bag before setting it on the ground and buckling your seatbelt.

“Planning on crying today, Y/N?” Chris asked in a teasing tone. You swatted his arm lightly and scoffed at his question.

“Our baby is going to her first day of school, of course, I’m going to cry! I cried last night after I tucked her in, I cried in the shower this morning, I cried doing her hair.” You heard Seb talking enthusiastically to Penny, telling her about all the fun things she’ll get to do in kindergarten.

“It’s okay, I cried in the bathroom while she ate her waffles this morning.” You snorted at Chris’s confession and looked back at your baby girl, who was not a baby anymore. She was waving her hands around telling Seb about how excited she was to see her teacher again.

Chris and Sebastian watched from the car as you walked through the front doors of the school with Penny’s hand in yours. They had agreed that it might not have been a good idea to go in with her since they might get recognized and to avoid causing a ruckus. They both waved at her as she turned around and waved one more time before the door shut.

“Did you and Y/N ever think about having more kids together? If I hadn’t started dating her, do you think you would've had more?” Sebastian asked Chris.

“We never explicitly talked about it. She brought up wanting Penny to have lots of siblings not long after you started seeing each other. She felt guilty and thought that I was going to be upset about you and her maybe having kids one day, which meant I probably wouldn’t have anymore. I told her that this was honestly the best thing that could’ve happened because I don’t think I want any more of my own. Penny is all I ever wished and hoped for, and I got it. But since you’re together, she’ll get all the siblings she could ever want, and I won’t have to change a single diaper.” Chris nudged Seb’s shoulder with his. “You guys thinking about having one?”

“Yeah... Yeah, we are.” Sebastian lowered his head and smiled a bit. “With Penny in school and everything, it makes sense. She’s ready, I’m ready.” Seb sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He looked up and saw you walking back towards them with a tissue in your hand.

“I had the morning crying shift, it’s your turn.” Seb looked at Chris.

Just as Penny wrapped up her very first year in school, you and Sebastian welcomed Beverly Olivia Stan-Y/L/N into your family. Penelope had been so excited to hear that her mama finally had the baby she had been waiting so long for. You had gone into labor in the late afternoon and Beverly made her debut in the middle of the night.

Sebastian had called Chris an hour or so after to let him know that both you and the baby were doing phenomenally and that you were asking for Penny and wanted to see her as soon as you could. Chris chuckled at the demands you were making, knowing very well how the epidural and pain meds messed with you.

Early the next morning Penny had crawled into bed with Chris, crying for you and wanting to know when she was going to see you. It was still too early for them to go to the hospital, so he called Seb in hopes that he was already going to be awake.

A very exhausted Sebastian lit up the screen and Chris heard the soft cries of the new baby in the background. Penny’s cries turned into hiccups as soon as she saw Seb’s face because she knew she would be able to see her mama, too.

“Sebbie can I see mama, please?” Penny’s little voice spoke up. Sebastian immediately handed the phone to you and whispered that Penny was on the phone.

“Hi, baby.” You spoke softly to not disturb the baby.

“Mama when you come home? I miss you.” Penny wiped her eyes with her fists to get rid of the tears stuck in her eyelashes.

“It’s going to be a few days until I get to go home, baby. But you and daddy will be able to come to see me, Sebbie, and the new baby in a few hours. You need to go back to sleep and be a good girl for your daddy. I’m sure he’ll let you have some cuddles in his bed with him and Dodger until it’s time to wake up again.” Penny hiccuped and looked at Chris with eyes that mirrored his. He nodded his head and she buried herself closer to him.

“Okay, I go back to sleep with daddy and Dodger. I love you, mama. I love Sebbie, too.” She yawned out, her eyes blinking with sleep.

“Me and Sebbie love you so much, Penny. We’ll see you so soon, I promise” You blew a kiss to her through the screen and waited for her to throw one back. She giggled when you caught it through the camera and put it over your heart.

You, Sebastian, and Chris all watched with tears in your eyes as Penny held her baby sister for the first time. Penny had jumped right up in the bed next to you the second she walked into the room and told you about all the fun she had with Chris. Seeing your girls together melted your heart into a puddle. Chris couldn’t believe his little girl was so grown up and was a big sister. Seb thought about the night he first met you and Penny and would’ve never imagined that he’d be right here at this very moment.

Everything was so perfect and you never wanted to imagine your life being any different.