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His Ego || Stephen Strange x Reader.

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Summary: You are taking care of Strange shortly after his accident  

Warnings: None.

Words: 1327

Request by: Anonymous

Authors: Cass & Toro

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You loved your job.
Helping others was your longtime passion, you couldn’t imagine yourself anywhere else but in a hospital, unfortunately, last few weeks were a horror to you.

Stephen Strange has ended up in the hospital due to his car accident. After that he went through five doctors and several nurses, and all of them told the one thing: ‘I am not going back to him.’

Stephen Strange wasn’t the easiest person to deal with. He was an arrogant long before that accident but then it was even worst – a mix of his arrogance and anger.

Soon there was no more doctors that wanted to even enter Strange’s room and someone in his condition couldn’t just stay alone.

You gathered all of your courage and decided to go there by yourself.

You entered room slowly. “Stephen?”

He raised his brow with a deep sigh leaving his mouth. “What now? Another dose of pills that will miraculously heal me? Nor maybe you’ve come here to see the best neurosurgeon in the world who is not even able to hold a stupid mug in his hands, huh?!” Strange was raising his voice with each word he was speaking out loudly.

You sighed deeply and shook your head gently.
“I came here to see the patient, no matter who he is. I am not here to judge you and you good know this.”

You already had to fight the urge to hit him. You had to listen to his screams and now they were directed straight at you, it was really over the line.

Strange turned his head to the window, not saying a word. He started to pretend he was alone in the room.

You let out another sigh and your hands dropped to your sides.
“Please, Stephen. Cooperate with us. You know we all want what’s the best for you,” you said moving closer to his bed. “Come on, show me your hands,” you requested as you sat on the edge of his bed.

Former doctor struggled, trying his best to roll on his right side.
“Fuck off,” he only hissed. “I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone to feel sorry about me. I’ll be fine by my own. If they wouldn’t have done that to me, it wouldn’t be that bad right now. They fucked my entire life.”

“Stephen… I don’t do this because I feel sorry for you. I do because this is my job and I am kinda the only one standing by your side since you effectively scared others away.”

You watched him for a moment, thinking what more you could add.

“I want to remind you that if not other doctors, you would have lost your hands for real. You good know that you still have a chance, you just need to give yourself time to heal.”

“Time to heal, huh?!” Stephen turned his head to face you. “Do you hear your own words?! They’ve destroyed all the nerves that left! They could have done it other way, inserting a simple fucking stents in my hands! That would truly help! And now they’re sending someone like you,” he threw you a disdainful glance. “Pathetic.”

You shook your head and got up.
“You are the pathetic one right now, Strange. Look at yourself, you are the one on this bed. You are the one that was reckless enough to use your fucking phone while driving! Kids in kindergarten know that you should never do this!” You growled. “You should at last be grateful that we saved your ass, and that for now we waste our time to deal with such a stubborn asshole like you. I am leaving now but I will be back later,” you simply informed him and then left.

Strange only shrugged his arms slightly and rested his head on the pillow.

He closed his eyes and let the thoughts drift away.

He was almost falling asleep but a sudden thought crawled into back of his head.

You were absolutely right. If he wouldn’t be that stupid to check upon his phone while driving, he wouldn’t be where he was then.

However, he still was too proud to admit that it was him who was mistaken.

You returned to your office and decided to do a bit of your work before dinner time.

You had to somehow relieve your stress and anger after visiting Stephen. Even if you knew it won’t be easy, you set yourself a goal to change his behavior.

During the dinner time you decided to order something in the cafeteria and take it to Stephen.

When he heard someone entering his room, he theatrically rolled his eyes.
“I don’t want whatever you have there. I am not interested. At all. Leave me alone.”

“Yes, yes. But you know what? I don’t care, just like you,” you said and smiled at him holding a tray. “It’s dinner time so I decided to jump to the cafeteria and get you something warm because even you need to eat,” you put the tray on his bedside table.

“And how do you imagine this, huh?” He snorted. “How can I eat with those?” man pointed at his bandaged palms. “I think I have to consider your intelligence level, darling,” Strange growled.

You took a deep breath, you could feel anger slowly building up again but you only bit inside of your cheek, trying to control yourself.
“I always can take bandages off and help you with eating. It’s not really a problem,” you shrugged, putting hands into pockets of your coat.

“To you it may not be a problem but to me it’s a fucking shame but sure, of course, who would even care what fucking Strange feels,” man summed up angrily. “Do what the hell you want, I have it deep in my asshole.”

“Stephen. I meant unwrapping your hands. I never said that I don’t care. Sure I do,” you rubbed bridge of your nose. “I understand you are ashamed of your condition but you can’t act like this. Please. If you want I can even feed you.”

Stephen shrugged slightly. But this time he didn’t protest.
He let you unwrap his palms, he also let you take a spoon and feed him.

You smiled at him as soon as you finished.

You got up and went to wash your hands.
“You see! It wasn’t that hard, Stephen. Now please, be a good boy and show me your hands.”

He did without complaining.
“And? What are you gonna do with them? Are you gonna heal me? No one can, that’s the truth,” he clenched teeth.

“I am a doctor here and I need to check on them to see how wounds are healing, if you like it or not,” you responded, taking a seat on the edge of bed.

You gently took one of his palms into yours and studied it carefully, later you repeated this with other hand.

“They are healing, it looks very nicely, I must say. Would you like me to bandage them back?” You asked looking at him, still holding his hand.

“Do whatever you have to,” Strange sighed out loudly. “Besides, I thought you’re an ordinary student nor nurse, how funny,” his voice sounded more wryly than he attended, so he grinned, cocking his brow.

You lurk around to get new bandages for him and quickly came back to wrap his palms.
“Well, because of your lovely attitude no one wants to come here, so I need to be everyone to you,” you explained, carefully wrapping his hands. “I hope you will feel more comfortable for now but you know what, Stephen?”

He tilted his head slightly.
“No. Tell me.”

“I think you still have beautiful hands,” you stated and smiled at him, then raised on your feet. “If you will need anything, just ring for the nurse. I will be in my office. And remember, it’s gonna be better.”

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Allein, allein || Chapter II || Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Summary: Bucky Barnes is still the Hydra’s asset. He doesn’t remember who he was before. You’re his new handler. How things between two of you are going to turn out?

Chapter: 2 of ?

Warnings: none

Words: 998

Author: Rouge

A/N: continuation of first chapter. Hope you’ll enjoy it. Please stay tuned, the action is under construction ☺

Special Tag: @arawynn

It trailed him, hushed as the night, dancing between the trees as the sunlight flickered. It melted into darkness with the arrival of dusk, until it blended and disappeared against the backdrop of nothingness. But it remained, only neglected. Like the stars during the day – overpowered by the pouring rays of sunlight – but yet still there.
As night whisked away it joined him once more, hailing like an old friend. It mirrored his actions, as though looking up to him, surveying and admiring his every move.

The Asset wasn’t yet able to state what was it but he could clearly feel its presence. Something was wrong, he felt it in his bones.

When he got up that day, he was feeling wrecked. He didn’t want to go at the training room. He didn’t want to leave his little cell. But he couldn’t say “no”. He was their tool.

He worked out until his skin took on a glossy shine and the salty drops invaded his eyes. As he kept moving the sweat was a welcome addition, cooling and helping him to feel like he’s worked hard. When he stopped doing push-ups, he felt how wet his clothing has become.
The sweat trickled down his back, free flowing like condensation on a window pane, it beaded on his forehead and dripped from his chin.

He felt glances on him but he couldn’t figure out, to whom they belonged to.

Meantime, you were standing behind the one-way mirror, observing Barnes carefully,  two agents accompanied you in the room.

“He’s ready,” strong voice whispered straight into your ear.

You didn’t realize that you supervisor has entered the room; he did it so quietly that you almost jumped at the tone of his voice.
You felt his breath on your cheek. It smelled like cheese that had been left in the back of a broken refrigerator– for, say, a month. You stopped yourself from a gag reflex by turning your head slightly aside.

“Mint?” You offered politely, pulling little packing out from pocket of your uniform.

Man had politely declined, and you nodded lightly.

“He’s ready to comply,” the lieutenant repeated. “But his last two performances made us worried. The High Command instructed me to take steps to exterminate this Asset,” man informed casually.

You shrugged, shaking your head.
“I don’t think so, comrade lieutenant,” you replied in a deep voice when you heard his last sentence, “He is ready but only partially. We cannot be sure that he won’t betray us.”

Lieutenant threw you a cold glance as he scratched his chin.
“Exactly. So, miss Y/N? How long will it take?”

You frowned.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand, comrade…”

“I ASKED HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE YOU TO TRAIN HIM, Y/N?” This time man growled, you noticed with the corner of the eye that he clenched hands in fists. “I’m giving you one last chance to rebuilt our faith in this piece of trash. His former handler wasn’t too involved in our requests,and you good know how had he ended.”

“Yes, I know,” you admitted, “But I… I am not sure…” You swallowed hardly before speaking out loudly. “He’s unstable, we all know this.”

You looked through the mirror to watch Barnes doing dead lift with a huge load. You stopped breathing for a second when you realized that Asset was looking straight at you. Moment later, you cooled yourself down – he couldn’t see you through this kind of a mirror. You knew it, yet a strange, unspoken fear remained in the back of your head.

Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by your supervisor.
Older man smirked rudely.
“What? Are you afraid of our minion?” He chuckled awfully, and bared his nicotine stained teeth.

You took a quick breath and kept the poker face.
“No, comrade. I’m not afraid at all. Give me a week, and I’ll do the most loyal figure of him,” you said, looking at Barnes through the glass, “He won’t try anything ever again, I guarantee,” you added.

Man turned around and was about leaving the room but he stopped next to you to pat your shoulder.
“You have one week. Not a minute more.”
After these words, man left the room along with two other agents.

You let out a shaky breath, then rubbed your temples to calm yourself down.

You looked at your reflection in the one-way mirror, and left the room quickly, heading straight to the gym.

The Asset was now working with a punching bag.

You frowned as you noticed some blood on his knuckles.
“Enough,” you said loudly.

He gave you a brief look but he didn’t stop. He was still slamming into the punching bag.

“ENOUGH, ASSET!” You yelled loudly.

He stopped, leaning his forehead against the ratty material of the bag.
“What do you want, Y/N?” He asked simply.

You crossed arms over your chest, looking at him.
“Listen, you’ll be training with me from today. You’ll also be assisting me in my daily tasks, do you understand?” You tried to sound firmly but your voice almost faded out with last three words as you saw a smirk on his lips. “What’s so funny, Asset?”

He tilted his head to look at you, he ran his tongue over his lips.
“We’ll see who will be training whom,” his blue eyes were looking straight into yours, and you felt uncomfortably, what made him smirk even wider. “But okay. Deal,” he agreed as he stretched his back, presenting all the tensed muscles.

You felt your heart skipped a beat at the view but you tried to keep straight face.
“Tomorrow. At 6:00. At the driveway. And don’t be late,” you informed him before you left the gym.

As soon as you did, you rested your back against the cold wall, gasping for air.

What this man, the Asset, was even doing to you?

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„I will be a birb, dada!” || Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Summary: Bucky stays with his little daughter alone in the house when you’re off to work. He has to look after her and when she hides from him, Bucky gets worried. But when he finally finds her, she has something important to tell him…

Warnings: none

Words: 1134

Author: Rouge

Y/D/N – you daughter’s name

„She was born with a hurricane for a soul, haha!” Bucky tilted his head a bit as he glared at your daughter. She was playing at the wooden floor with her beloved plush toys, punching a teddy bear with a plush zebra on and on, mumbling something under her breath.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at their reflection in the mirror in front of which you were standing, buttoning your white shirt, smoothing it with your hand.
“Do you remember what I’ve told you, James?” You asked rather softly, smiling at him as you turned head to face your beloved man.

He nodded eagerly.
“Of course, I do,” he said in a deep voice of his. “Don’t ya worry, Y/N, I’ll take care of our girl. You can go to work.”

You laughed shorty as you picked your purse up.
“Last time when you told me this, our house has turned into a mess that I had to deal with for a few long days, darling,” you smirked at him, shaking your head slightly. “I hope this time it’s gonna look better, James.”

He sighed, rolling his blue eyes.
“Yea. You have my word. We’ll be good this time, I swear. No playing with food, Y/D/N!” Bucky looked at your daughter.

She glared at him with those little, pursed lips of her, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughter.

“Mommy, go!” Little girl blabbed loudly, punching her teddy bear. “Dada! I! Lone!”

You blinked and giggled.
“Yes, Y/D/N, mommy is going to work and you’ll be alone with daddy. Just be a good girl and listen to your papa,” you approached your daughter and crouched next to her to kiss top of her head.

She pecked your lips with her little finger and focused on her play again.

You came to Bucky and kissed him briefly.
“I’ll be back around 4 pm. Remember to make a meal for her,” you reminded him.

He patted your shoulder with a wild smile on his lips.
“Yea, yea, I remember, go now, Y/N!” He almost pushed you outside of the house.

You rolled your eyes with a smile and walked to your car. You got in, started an engine and drove down the street, trying not to look into a rear-view mirror.

­­­Bucky was watching some show in TV.
He didn’t even know why he was watching it. He didn’t laugh when he was supposed to, he didn’t feel any tension during the drama, he barely followed the plot. He was just sitting there, next to the Oreo packet until, to his surprise, they all were gone.
It was when he realized that something was wrong. He didn’t hear his daughter.

Bucky felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in his abdomen. Tension grew in his face and limbs. His breathing became more rapid, more shallow.
The last time he trusted her out of his sight, his daughter almost broke her little hand when she fell off the porch straight onto a pavement.

“Y/D/N!” He said loudly but there was no response from her.

Bucky went quickly to girl’s room. She wasn’t there.

“She’s hurt. She’s bleeding. She needs me and I’m not there.”
All these thoughts were running through his head on and on, he could barely breathe.

Second later, he heard a soft giggles and within blink of an eye, he felt relief.

“Y/D/N? Where are you, sweetie?” Bucky asked quietly, getting on his knees and looking under the bed. She wasn’t there either.

“Cold, dada!” Bucky heard sweet voice of his daughter from a vicinity and he sighed, little smile crept onto his lips.

He got up and rested his metal hand on his hip. Bucky looked around trying to figure out, where his little girl was hid.
“Y/D/N,” he called softly, “c’mon, don’t fool your daddy, huh?” He opened door to her closet. There was nothing more but her clothes.

Another soft giggle, this time it came from closer distance then before. Bucky smirked, he was getting closer to her.

“Hey, kitty, kitty! Where is my little, cute girl?” Bucky walked around the room, checking all the places she could be hidden in but without a result.

And then he noticed her. He blinked, Bucky didn’t even try to hide his astonishment.

She was sitting on the top of her closet, rolled in a ball, observing him with her little blue eyes and smirk on her lips.
When she noticed he was glaring up at her, she knelt and clapped her little hands, cheering.
“Dada, dada! Did it!” Girl bounced on her knees like she was dancing to music only she could hear.

Bucky laughed loudly and went to the closet, reaching his hands and opening his arms for her.
“C’mere, Y/D/N. Come to papa,” he encouraged her.

Girl nodded and crawled to the edge of the closet and simply jumped into her father’s arms.

Bucky hugged her tightly, kissing girl’s cheeks.
“Don’t do this ever again to me, baby. Daddy was worried you got hurt. Beside, how did you got there?” He asked as he put her down on the floor, kneeling in front of her.

Girl moved like her knees were just hinges, wobbling to and fro before falling on her bottom. Then she clapped like it was all part of the plan and rolled to her stomach to get up again. When she did, she spun around herself, tossing hems of her tulle skirt, giggling.
“Dada! I grow, I be like uncle Falcon! I will be a birb, dada!” She clapped her hands and jumped few times, laughing.

Bucky blinked few times, chuckling with a consternation.
“Excuse me, young lady, what did you say, huh?” He had to hear it again, Bucky wanted to laugh so hardly but he was trying his best to keep a straight face. He pulled out a phone from his pocket and started recording his daughter. “Can you repeat what you’ve just said, Y/D/N?”

She nodded with a smirk.
“Yes, dada! I will be birb like uncle Falcon before me!” Girl said proudly.

Bucky turned the filming off, he quickly clicked on ‘share’ button and send the short video to you and Sam with a note: “someone has a new idol and, surprisingly, it’s not me.”

Bucky’s daughter giggled, waving her arms for the pick-up she knew was coming, but before she was hoisted high, she was on her bottom again.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from laughing this time. He picked girl up and rocked her in his arms, cuddling with her.
“I love you, little bunny.” He said firmly, stroking her cheek with his metal finger.

She grabbed his metal hand and nuzzled to it.
“Love dada too.” She stated simply and it was enough to melt Bucky’s heart.

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Allein, allein || Chapter I || Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Summary: Bucky Barnes is still the Hydra’s asset. He doesn’t remember who he was before. You’re his new handler. How things between two of you are going to turn out?

Chapter: 1 of ?

Warnings: none

Words: 1325

Author: Rouge

A/N: this very first chapter was written for @arawynn ‘s writing challenge. My prompt was “do you have permission to be here?”. 

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Surrounded by four grey walls, there was nothing else to do but stare at them. To look at the paint that had started to chip off as time passed, or gouged by others – anything to pass time. He was slowly going mad, theorizing absurd meanings from the wall’s blank stare.
He wasn’t sure about anything. He didn’t know who he used to be. He couldn’t remember any certain moment from his past, just few random memories were always going through his mind, however he couldn’t place them in time. Were they real? Or was it just his imagination that was tricking him?

The darkness swirled around his curled form on his bed, tendrils of inkling bleak reminders of his solitude. The silence echoing in his ears was the constant white noise that never shut up. Her head swam in the fire burning inside, the only smoldering embers of a time where there had been other presences with him, around him, in him. But then, the void had been slowly filled with a cold, howling storm of fear that refused to ever let up. He was completely and utterly alone in his mind, body, soul, and most of all, entirely alone in the world.

The knock came quietly first and then there was silence.
He frowned a bit, slowly raising his head and turning it to the door.
“Who’s there?” He asked, his voice husky and unpleasant.

The knock was louder and faster this time, no one has responded at his previous question.
Long-haired man got up and within three large steps he was next to the metal door. He opened them and frowned slightly.

In front of his door, in the dim light of fluorescents, you were standing, looking around.

He let his glance along your form, from the bottom to the top as he leaned his flesh forearm against doorframe.
“Do you have permission to be here?” He asked simply, his cold gaze was still on her.

You nodded, you were visibly hesitating.
“Yes…”
Your voice was nothing more but a whisper. It didn’t, however, make him less unpleasant. He simply didn’t care about you, yet he was pretty curious about purpose of your visit in a dungeon.

“I’ve asked you a question. Who the hell are you?” He repeated, his voice was deeper this time.

“My name’s Y/N. I am your new handler.”

He blinked and it was when he noticed a large briefcase in your hands.
It was definitely not what he was expecting this evening to bring.

“You’re wrong, Y/N. My handler’s doing pretty good. He’s upstairs, having a training with other agents.” Man replied with a light shrug. “I don’t need you. Go away.”

He turned around in an attempt of closing door but you stopped him, slipping your leather boot between doorframe.

“Here,” you opened the briefcase and pulled out some document, handling it to him, “read this if you don’t believe me.”

Man let out a loud, irritated sigh but he took the paper from you.
His eyes were getting wider and wider while he was reading the contents of document.
His handler has died in a car accident at morning. He had enough bad luck to get hit by an armored car while being with other Hydra’s agents in the small village nearby.

“Impossible.” He scoffed out. He looked at you, a wry grimace on his face.

“Well, I didn’t come here to have some gossips with you.” You said. “We have a mission tomorrow. We gotta get prepared. Let me in and stop wasting our time, okay?”

He cocked his brow but shifted away, letting you in to his chamber.

When you got in, he closed the door behind you and walked to his small bed to take a seat at the edge of an old mattress.

You put your briefcase on the tiny table next to small, barred window. You sat on its counter, crossing your legs nicely, looking straight at him.

“Do you know anything about your next mission, asset?” You asked him.

He nodded simply, shrugging.
“Yea. Gotta kill the prime minister of Russia.”

You nodded.
“Good. Remember that you…”

“… have to stay undetected, ma’am. I’m not an idiot. It’s not my first task.” His voice was cold like his glance that was still on you.

You remained silent for a while, then nodded.
“Yes. Exactly this, asset. Get up and take off your shirt.”

He cocked his brows but obeyed your order.
He slowly took off his grey shirt and tossed it onto bed. The view of his muscular chest and flesh arm made you speechless.

“Do you need any configurations of your… metal arm?” You asked, swallowing hardly. You had to admit to yourself that this man was handsome and that your heart skipped a beat when you were observing him, staying there half-naked in front of you.

“No.” He said simply and took step towards you.

You held your breath when he stopped in front of you. He leaned down and stopped his handsome face barely few centimeters from yours.

“You’re scared. I see this. Why they assigned you to someone like me?”

A gentle tilt of his head made you even weaker and you had to put all of your strengths into keeping a straight face.

“They found me the right person for this job.” You shrugged slightly, turning your head aside a bit to avoid his glance. “I was a handler before so I assure you that I…”

“I’ve never said you’re a wrong person, haven’t’ I?” He simply cupped your cheeks with his metal hand and forced you to look him in the eye. “If you were a handler, you shouldn’t be scared, yet you are. Why?”

His breath hit your cheek as he whispered into your ear.
You swallowed hardly before you answered.
“I’ve never worked with someone like you. You’re distinguished. You’ve never failed. And you’ve killed so many people… Wouldn’t it be stupid of me if I wouldn’t be scared, huh?” A little smirk appeared on your lips for a second or so, then it has vanished when you met his steel blue eyes.

“Good.” He let your cheeks and stretched his back. Man turned around and walked to his bed, slowly putting shirt on, his every muscle was so tensed.

You bit your lip, chewing it softly. The truth was that you were cooperating with American government and you were a spy. When you infiltrated Hydra’s household, you were on a straight way to get sergeant James Barnes and take him back home. You knew there was a long way in front of you to finish this case. And since he opened his door for you minutes before, you knew it won’t be easy to gain his trust. But there was no turning back. You had to do your best to keep things right.

He turned his face to you, his cold glance was on you again.
“Better get some sleep. Tomorrow’s gonna be tough.” He said and pointed at door.

You gave a simple nod and took your briefcase with you.

When you opened door, you stopped for a second.
“See you tomorrow… Sergeant Barnes…” You whispered and quickly left, closing door behind you.

He frowned and ran after you, opening door widely.
“How did you call me, Y/N?!” He yelled but you didn’t stop until you turned into another corridor.

You put your back to the wall, breathing deeply, you struggled for every breath, trying to calm your heartbeat.

The asset was standing in his door, then he simply closed them. Many thoughts were running through his head at that moment.
He laid down onto his bed, slipping hands beneath his head.

Barnes. Who was Barnes? He had a feeling he has heard this somewhere before but he couldn’t remember where.

He felt a blackness come over him. He finally closed his eyes as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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Happy Birthday || Bucky Barnes x Reader || Drabble

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Summary: You’re having a rough day. Also, everyone seems to forget about your birthday. Bucky Barnes is the one to save the day ☺

Warnings: none

Words: 879

Author: Rouge

Y/D/N
– your dog’s name

It was one of those days when you were sad enough to stay at your room, no one could approach you nor talk to you. Even Bucky Barnes, who was your best friend, was pushed aside during drop in your form.

That day, however, you were not only sad but also frustrated. Your assignment has been postponed to someone else and you got furious when you heard about this fact, plus everyone seemed to forget it was your birthday. You felt pretty abandoned.

“Of course! Again! Fury doesn’t know what he’s doing!” You were screaming while leaving the director’s office. “I’d be better than Natasha and he only sees her on this mission, because Banner is going too!” You smashed the door behind you.

On the corridor you met Bucky.

“Hey, Y/N, sup there?” He asked, smiling widely. His grin faded as quickly as it showed up when he spotted your angry grimace. “Hey, what’s wrong, Y/N?”

“What’s wrong? You ask me what’s wrong!?” You yelled, waving your hands furiously. “They again took someone else on the mission to Europe! What am I?! What the actually hell!?” You were screaming.
When you felt how tears are gathering themselves in corners of your eyes, you simply sat on the floor, crossing legs and hiding face in your hands.
“I’ll never be as good as they are. Will never be as smart as they are.” You sighed, letting tears rolled down your cheeks. “I was working so hard to get this task. It’s my work, not their! I researched everything, I set everything up, finally it was me who found that missing agent in Kiev! And Fury has decided to take Banner and Natasha! Because she knows the terrain and he’s smart enough to get through firewalls of their system! Ha!” You let words flew, not paying attention to three workers who passed you by with curious glances.

Bucky crouched next to you, his metal arm on your shoulder.
“Hey, Y/N, don’t ya worry. It’s not the last time. There will be another missions.”

You looked him in the eye, still crying, with a deep sigh.
“And they will be assuring me about my trip to crush my dreams within second?” You shrugged. “I don’t care anymore. I just can’t with their shit.”

Bucky chuckled softly, rubbing your cheek with his flash hand.
“Hey. Come with me. I think you should see something. I think someone needs your help.”

His soft voice has calmed you down quickly, you gave him your hand and let him help you to get back on your feet. You followed Bucky to common saloon at the lower level of Avengers Tower.

“What should I see? I don’t see anything at all, Buck.” You narrowed brows, looking at him with a frown. “If you’re fooling me, you’ll have problem. I am completely not in a mood for this…” You silenced.

You heard a quiet barking and a sound of claws on the wooden panels.
Your heart stopped, you were terrified, squeezing Bucky’s flash hand as hardly as you could. You slowly turned your head around, your eyes opened widely.

In front of you and Bucky, there was standing a beagle puppy, wagging its tail. Little puppy was barking quietly, licking its nose every now and then.

“OH GOD!” You squeaked loudly, getting on your knees and chuckling to call the dog. “Come here, little one!”

Dog ran to you happily, falling over twice because of lack of coordination. You reached your hands to puppy and took it into your arms, getting up slowly while petting the dog.

“How did he come here?” You asked, looking at Bucky in shock. “He’s so cute! Maybe he got lost?”

It was when you noticed a collar on puppy’s neck, with a little charm in front. You took it between your fingers to read what was written there.

For Y/N, my bestie, on her b-day. Bucky.

You heart stopped for the second time. You slowly raised your head, giving him a look.
“Buck…” You whispered, covering mouth with other hand while holding puppy with second one. “You haven’t forgotten…” You mumbled, feeling a single tear on your cheek. “Dear Lord…”

You slowly and gently put puppy on the floor, took step to Bucky and hugged him tightly.
“I have the best friend I could ever have!” You cried softly as his arms were embracing your form.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Bucky said with happy voice, kissing top of your head. “I hope this little guy will be a nice companion to you. I knew you like puppies. And when I saw him during last visit to city center with Steve, I decided to get him for you.” Barnes explained shortly.

“It’s the greatest gift I ever got!” You clapped your hands, your eyes on puppy who was running around two of you. “What’s his name?”

“He doesn’t have one, yet. It’s up to you now, Y/N.” Bucky smirked.  

“Hmmm… Y/D/N!” You told him happily, then you got down on your knees to petted dog’s head. “You’re Y/D/N from today!” You giggled. “How cute is he!” You whispered when dog laid down and rolled onto his back to get some belly rubs.

Bucky smiled at you from above.

“Once again, happy birthday, Y/N.”

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Roomba Fighter || Bucky x Reader

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Summary: You move to a new house with Bucky. When you both start cleaning, something unexpected happens. Bucky meets Roomba vacuum cleaner for the very first time

Warnings: None, just scared Bucky.

Words: 1105

Authors: Cass & Toro

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You sighed deeply looking around the flat.

You loved to share your life with Bucky but you had to admit that he wasn’t the type of cleaner at all.

You went to meet him at upper floor of your new, common flat and looked at him with serious face.
“Bucky… It’s time to clean.” You said firmly, crossing arms over your chest.

He was still in bed.
Bucky opened his eyes and gave you a lazy glance.
“Can’t we do this a bit later? It’s only…” he checked the clock at the nightstand, “it’s only 8am, Y/N! I am not used to get up at such early hour and you know this.”

Bucky took your pillow and put it onto his face, hiding under it.

“Bucky! No, we can’t! We need to do this now. The sooner we start, the sooner we will finish.” You said taking the pillow off his face. “Come on now, move your sexy ass.”

Bucky growled loudly. He got up reluctantly, running hand through his hair.
“What with breakfast? I’m hungry.” He grunted lazily, yawning shortly after.

You smiled and kissed his cheek.
“So go grab a snack. The fridge is full, sweetie. Go and I will plan our work here. House is big and there are only two of us.” You explained.

Bucky rolled his eyes and went to a drawer. He pulled out too big T-shirt and put it on. He decided to not change his sweatpants though.
“Okaaay. Let it be. But I won’t be vacuuming, ya know I hate it.” He shrugged and went downstairs.

You looked at him and bit your lips, admiring his features.
“Oh! I know. Don’t worry about this. I will take care of it for you.” You waved your hand and followed him. “You know, I think I’ll take the bottom part of house and you will clean the upper one. What do you think?”

“Whatever suits you.” Bucky replied as he opened the fridge.

He grabbed a sausage and took a bite. “I can clean our bedroom. And wash floors. I don’t know.” He responded with full mouth as he was chewing.

You rolled your eyes.
“First swallow, then talk, Buck. You know, no talking with a full mouth.” You smiled at him.
“I’m glad you’re so eager to clean, sweetie! So we do as I say. You take top and I take bottom. Just do everything that needs to be done on the upper part.”

He shrugged as he swallowed.
“Yea. I know, m’kay? Imma big boy, I kinda now how to tide flat up, yea?” He patted your arm. “Don’t ya worry, child, you’ll be happy with my work.”

He smiled briefly at you, then he simply left kitchen to go upstairs.

You sighed heavily and shrugged.
“Well, if you say so, old guy.” You shook your head and also left the kitchen.

You quickly went upstairs to find your new Roomba cleaner.
“Bucky’s gonna love this little robot. He hates vacuuming. Hope you will do your job, little buddy.” You giggled and turned it on, putting it onto floor.

Bucky ended cleaning your common bedroom and bathroom.

“Hmmm. What’s next?” Bucky rubbed his beard as he was thinking what to do next.

It was when Barnes heard some strange noises from the corridor.

You hummed a happy tune while cleaning shelves from the dust.

When you were done, you looked around.
“Okay, shelves are done. What now… What now?” You questioned yourself, snapping your fingers.

Bucky slowly made it to the door. He slowly half-opened them and sticked his head out, taking a look.

His heart stopped for a second when he spotted little form on the floor, several feets away.

He instinctively closed the door and leaned his back over them. He was breathing loudly.
“What the fuck…” He whispered as he heard the noises got closer to his door.

You continued to hum your tune, walking around the living room and cleaning whatever you could find.

“Wonder how Bucky is doing up there. He and little robot. I think I’m gonna name it.” You thought out loudly, cleaning the coffee table.

Meantime, Bucky found a courage and opened the door again. He walked out of the room when noises vanished.

He slowly walked along corridor. Suddenly, he stopped. Bucky heard some humming noise behind his back.
He slowly turned his head around and paled.

The little thing he have seen a moment before has just driven out of the guest room. Not only that, it was going slowly directly in his direction!

Bucky looked around and grabbed only thing he found – a mop.

“You little fucker!” He yelled and hit metal surface with the stick. “Y/N! Come here now! I think someone’s spying us with some creepy device!”

You blinked and quickly ran to Bucky.
“WHAT?! What, happened? Who is spying? What creepy device?!” You asked these questions, looking around, confused.

You bursted with a loud laugh when you saw the robot. “Bucky… Sweetie. Really?”
You asked, wiping tears away.

“What’s so funny, huh?!” Bucky yelled. He patted the device with the stick. “I bet someone’s spying on us. Maybe someone from Hydra came here when we were gone and left this little machine.” Bucky suggested seriously as he knelt down and took the thing in his hands. “Such a hellish device…”

You laughed and took the device from him.
“You know, this ‘hellish device’ is ours and it’s not spying on you. It’s cleaning all dirt and crumbs that you left on this floor, sweetie.” You explained and looked at him, turning the device off. “Bucky, meet the Roomba cleaner.”

“Roo… Room-what?” He cocked his brows, tilting his head. “What do you mean by OURS? Why haven’t I seen this shit before?” He started to wave his hands. “I almost had a heartattack!”

“Roomba cleaner. Our little robot that vaccum the floor. You said you hate vacuuming. So I decided to buy it as a surprise for you.” You shrugged and giggled. “Nah! Don’t be so dramatic, handsome.” You said before kissing his cheek.

“Next time, just don’t do such a things to me without informing me.” Bucky giggled shorty. “Roomba cleaner… Hah! I have a better name for it. Vacuuming monster.”

“I was thinking about naming it Sam. I mean, you already hate it and you hate him, so maybe?” You shrugged and giggled. “I’ll never forget how scared you were. All because of this little thing.” You shook your head.

Bucky rolled his eyes, laughing and running fingers through his long hair.
“Ah, you.” He giggled. “I’ll never be cleaning again!”

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Before You’ll Be Gone|| Stucky Smut

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Summary: Bucky finds the best way to improve Steve’s mood before the mission.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2372

Authors: Cass & Toro

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It was one of the hardest days in his entire life and he felt blue.
Steve was sitting at the edge of his bed, lurking through some documents. It was when he heard some noises in the kitchen. He frowned but eventually went downstairs to check what happened.

“Ugh! Fucking pan and fucking stove… FUCKING PANCAKES.” Bucky growled to himself and threw the pan across the kitchen. “Okay… if not pancakes than maybe a cake…” He muttered and rubbed his face, he was annoyed. “Parker said that cooking with the book is easy…”

Steve leaned his side against the doorframe.
“What the hell are ya doing, Buck? Who’s gonna tide this mess later?” Steve asked as he looked around.

Stains of oil and flour were everywhere, even at the ceiling. Pan that Bucky threw seconds before was laying on the floor next to the table.

Steve crossed arms over his chest, sighing.

“I try to cook.” He said before looking around, then he shrugged. “I will force Parker or Sam to clean it. I have more important stuff on my head now.” He said and looked at Steve. A
“How do you feel, pal?” Bucky asked, taking his apron off.

“Normal, I guess.” Steve rolled his eyes. “And no, you will clean it by yourself.”
Steve’s voice was firm. “It can’t be like this that anytime you make a mess, someone else has to help you. Ain’t it nice.” Steve let out a sigh and took a seat at the table. “I am going on the mission soon.” He said simply.

“Nope! Parker does nothing, just lurk around so he can move his teenage ass and do something here, and Sam is Sam. I hate him.” Bucky giggled and then blinked.
“Wait… what? You just came back like two days ago. And what with me?!” He whimpered sadly.

Steve slipped hands in his hair. “I have to. Agency has found some spy among them in their European branch. I have to investigate.”

“They can send Hulk? Stark? Uhm… Parker? The tower is full of people and they have to send YOU?” Bucky walked to the table and sat at the opposite side. “I won’t let you go this time. I mean it, Rogers. You are staying here with me. We need to improve your mood first.” He smiled.

“Bucky, I am not in mood.” Steve said simply. “And yes, they want send me. I have the best knowledge in a matter.” He sighed. “I won’t be long. Month or so…”

“EXACTLY! You aren’t in the mood and I wanna change it… I…” Bucky blushed and rubbed his face, “I made this mess because… I tried to make those Captain America themed pancakes, to improve your mood.” He looked around, biting his lips. “You see how it ended.”

Bucky sighed sadly.
“Why you say it like it’s nothing? Month is a really long time. I really won’t let you go. They can send Nat, she knows a lot.”

Steve shook his head. “It’s not that easy, Buck. And… It’s pretty sweet, pal. You know I can’t be mad at you for too long though.” Rogers giggled shortly. “Will you help me with packing later?”

Bucky sighed deeply and nodded. “Sure… I will help you.”

He watched Steve for a minute and then smiled. “About your mood… I have an idea.”

Steve cocked his brew, crossing arms over his chest. “What idea? Shall I be scared?” Steve chuckled softly.

Bucky said nothing, only rolled his eyes.
He raised from his seat and walked to Steve from behind. Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s shoulders. He started to massage them, moving to Steve’s back and neck from time to time. He was pressing all the right spots.

Bucky leaned over a bit. “You know… I really miss you when you are on a mission.”
He whispered against Steve’s ear before kissing his neck and shoulder.

Steve couldn’t help but smile as he closed his eyes. He enjoyed every single moment of that little massage.

“Mhmmm…” He purred softly. “I can see you do, Buck.”

Steve reached his hand back to gently stroke Bucky’s metal arm.

Bucky giggled. “Aaaa? You see? I already helped you.” He smiled and looked at Steve. “I really won’t let you go. I miss you too much, when you’re gone, Imma stuck with my own hand.” He muttered and teasing as he nuzzled to Steve’s neck.

Steve got up slowly and smirked at Bucky, he wrapped his muscular arm around Bucky’s shoulders.
“You know how to be cute, don’t ya?” Steve smirked as he slowly led Bucky upstairs, checking by the way if no one was around.

“Yes! We’re gonna fuck! FINALLY!” Bucky said happily and pulled Steve quickly to their room.

He locked the door behind them as they both entered.

“You have no idea for how long I’ve been waiting for this. Since you came back, you didn’t touch me… I was getting worried that you don’t love me anymore.” Bucky purred, pulling Steve closer. “You were a bad boy, punk.” He growled playfully, grabbing Steve’s ass.

Steve bit his lower lip, looking Bucky directly in the eye. “Calm down, take it easy, Serge.” Steve leaned more to Bucky and slowly kissed his jawline as he slipped hands under his shirt.

Buck laughed loudly.
“I never was a gentle type. You’re gonna scream my name tonight.” Bucky smiled and kissed Steve deeply. Bucky’s metal hand moved into Steve’s pants while his normal one moved under Steve’s shirt.

“Go on ice, Buck!” Steve blushed a bit as he pulled away to take a deep breath. “And no, no, no. You gotta work hard to get access to my cock, pal.” He teased.

Steve pulled Bucky’s hand out of his pants. He pushed Barnes onto the bed and stood in front of him, slowly taking his T-shirt off, exposing his muscular abdomen to his boyfriend.

Bucky sighed softly and laid down comfortable, putting hands under his head. “Dance for me, hottie.” He purred and bite his lips, watching Steve.
He could already feel how uncomfortably tight his pants have became.

Steve laughed shortly and started to rock his hips, slowly unbuckling his belt. “You like it, don’t ya?” Steve asked and slowly unzipped his fly, slipping hand in his jeans to massage his cock while he was watching Bucky and his cock that was tenting in his pal’s pants.

“You know I can do that too?” Bucky smiled and removed his pants, tossing them aside. “Nah, I’m not gonna fuck around.” He said and then took off his boxers, also tossing them on the floor. Bucky sighed softly and started to stroke his already hard cock.

Steve slipped jeans down his legs, leaving his boxers on. The bulge was already visible and he couldn’t help but smirk on Bucky.

He joined Barnes in bed, starting to kiss his neck and clavicles. Then, he slowly licked his way down, straight to Bucky’s cock.

Bucky grabbed Steve by his nape.
“Hey, hey, hey. Take off those nice, white boxers or no cock for you.” Bucky smiled at Steve and shrugged. “I always can fuck your pillow as I always do when you’re gone.”

Steve froze, he raised his head and tilted it a bit.
“Excuse me, Buck? You were fucking MY pillow?!” Steve’s eyes were wide open. “Oh, you little, nasty dumbshit!”

After these words, Steve stood up and with one movement slipped his boxers down his legs.
He briefly ran hand along his shaft.
“Look what you do to me. You got me that hard within a blink of an eye.”

Bucky laughed.
“What? What am I supposed to do when you’re gone? Fuck Sam? Or buy one of those weird sex dolls with your face on them? They look really weird.”

Bucky purred and watched Steve.
“You are not the only one that is hard here.” He moved his metal hand into Steve’s hair, pulling them gently. “Now. Move down there and suck this cock.”

Steve got back onto his knees, he grabbed Bucky’s cock in his hand and pumped it few times before taking it into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around Bucky’s tip, sucking on it. Steve also purred, sending some vibrations to his boyfriend’s dick.

“Fuck… Yea, just like that. Suck this thick cock, punk.” Bucky purred and grabbed Steve’s hair to control his moves. “Suck me good and I will think about a reward for you.”

Steve started to using his hand along with his mouth to work on Bucky’s cock.
He pulled Bucky out of his mouth. Steve grinned and ran his tongue along a main vain of Bucky’s cock, Steve’s eyes were on his pal.
“You like it, don’t ya?” Steve grunted, he grabbed his own cock to stroke it.

“Sure I like it, Stevie. It feels so great but come here.” Bucky purred quietly and pulled Steve up. “Be a kind kitten and reach to our little drawer and take the lube out.” He said before kissing Steve’s chest.

Steve kissed Bucky’s lips, their tongues were dancing together.

Steve reached to drawer and pulled little, plastic bottle out, handling it to Bucky. “Here ya go, pal.” He whispered as he blushed.

“What? My little kitten is shy?” Bucky asked softly, taking some of the lube on his fingers. “I will be gently as always, so don’t ya worry.” He purred and kissed Steve again as his hand slowly moved to Steve’s ass.
“So, so tight, my kitten.” Bucky whispered pushing two fingers into Steve.

Rogers ran tongue over his dry lips and briefly rubbed his beard. He caught Bucky’s cock and started to stroke it as he kissed his jawline.
“Only for ya, pal. Mmm, I like your fingers but I rather need you cock there.”

“Fuck…” Bucky gasped and smiled at Steve. “Be patient. I don’t wanna hurt ya and that hole is a bit too tight for me yet.” He explained and kissed him deeply, moving his fingers in and out.

After a moment Bucky pulled his fingers out and put Steve on the bed, then he turned him, so Steve was on his stomach.

“You want this cock, don’t ya, kitten?” He purred against Steve’s ear before biting it gently.

“Yea, Buck. I do. Stop teasing and fuck me like ya always do, huh?” Steve crossed hands beneath his chin and sticked out his bum. “C’mon, Buck.”

“You are a very bad kitten today, punk.” He said and covered his cock in lube. “But well. When you ask so nicely… I will fuck that nice ass of yours.” Bucky whispered and pushed into Steve without any warning. “Fuck…” He whimpered. “Feels so fucking good.” Bucky growled and started to thrust harder into him.

Steve grabbed the sheets and sucked onto his lower lip.
“Yea, Buck, feels amazing!” Steve turned his head slightly to look at Bucky.

He was enjoying his every push, every second of being stretched out by his boyfriend’s cock.

“Keep going, Buck, you’re amazing.”

Bucky panted against Steve’s shoulder. “Fuck… You are so perfect, kitten. So warm, so tight, I love you so much.”

Bucky’s hips continued to move hard while his metal hand moved to jerk Steve’s cock. His other hand was tightly wrapped around Steve’s stomach.

“Shit…” Steve panted quietly, the feeling was unbearable.

When Bucky started to jerk onto his cock, Steve moaned lazily. “If you’ll keep this, I’ll cum soon.” He informed.

Bucky smiled and bite Steve’s neck hard enough to leave a mark, moving his hips even faster. “Good… Good, that’s my goal tonight.” He moaned and nuzzled to Steve’s back, kissing him there softly.

Bucky started to stroke Steve’s cock even faster, squeezing it hard from time to time.

“Jesus, yes, just like this, shit!” Steve turned into a moaning mess beneath Bucky. “I want you to cum on my face, pal.” He asked, squeezing sheets tightly as he felt that his cock started throbbing in Bucky’s hand.

“Be a good kitten and cum for your pal. Then we will see if you deserved this.” Bucky muttered pushing into Steve harder few times, playing with his tip.
“Such a good, little kitten. Fucking cum for me.” He growled nuzzling to Steve’s neck.

Steve also put his hand onto his dick and jerked it hardly. The precum started pouring down his shaft and he let a loud sigh. Then he let Bucky finish working on his dick and he cum, moaning Bucky’s name over and over again.

Bucky shivered as he felt Steve’s cum on his hand. “Such a good boy.” He moved his hand to Steve’s mouth. “Come on. Suck these fingers, kitten.”
Bucky said and continued to move his hips. “Fuck… Stevie. I am close. So close.”
Bucky moaned.

Steve grabbed Bucky’s hand and started to lick his fingers clean from his own seed. “I love these metal fingers of yours. And when your cock is stretching my asshole.” He grunted.

Bucky only smiled and then wrapped his metal hand around Steve’s throat. “Fuck… I love you so much, Steve.”

Bucky moaned Steve’s name when his hips stuttered, he quickly pulled out. “Come here, kitten.” He said and started to stroke his own shaft. “Let’s paint this pretty face.”

Steve got up and got off the bed, he knelt down in front of Bucky, his eyes on his boyfriend as he was slowly pumping hand over his own length.

Steve smirked rudely and sticked his tongue out, waiting at Bucky’s release to approach.

Bucky growled loudly as his climax hit him.
Strings of thick, whitey cum shot on Steve’s face.
“Fuck… Fuck…” Bucky gasped and looked at Steve with a smile. “You look so cute like this, kitten.”

Steve grabbed his boyfriend’s cock jerking it few times to make sure nothing has left. He licked Bucky’s cock clean and then swirl tongue over his mouth to lick Bucky’s cum. “You taste amazing, pal.”

He smiled.
“Pineapples help!” Bucky winked and pulled Steve on his laps. “You know what I am thinking now?”

“What?” Steve sighed and kissed Bucky’s jawline.

“Right now… I think of how hard I’ll be fucking your pillow when you will be gone.” Bucky said and laughed.

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Let Me Paint Your Nails || Shuri x Reader

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Summary: reader goes to the city of Wakanda with Shuri to make some technical shopping for their new project but it ends in a lazy day and some manicure ☺

Warnings: none

Words: 577

Author: General

A/N: this drabble was written for @bloggingfromherbed and her writing challenge. My prompt was: “Let me paint your nails.”

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„Hey, look over there!” You screamed loudly, waving your hands as you did. “They finally opened brand new cosmetic shop!” You were more than excited as you looked at your best friend.

Shuri laughed shortly, she rolled her eyes as she shook her head. “Just leave it, Y/N, we didn’t come here to make a shopping, y’know?” She explained, spreading her arms widely. “We gotta buy some technical supplies to our new project, just a kindly reminder for ya.”

“Yea, yea, I know, but please! Can we get there for a second? I’ll only take a look. Have to check if they offer anything interesting!” You giggled as you opened a door and stepped inside the shop.

Shuri sighed loudly but she followed you inside. “Y/N, c’mon, we don’t have time for such silly actions!” She complained a bit, observing you.

However, you didn’t seem to listen to her words. You were lurking through all the shelves, taking any single bottle of nail polish to your hands and checking the colors.
“I’ll take these five!” You claimed happily when you got to the cash desk. You paid and grabbed little bag with your shopping, looking briefly at Shuri. She only let out a loud sigh, placing hands on her hips.
“Can we go now?” Shuri asked, you could easily say she was getting irritated.

When you both got back to the palace, you ran to your room, leaving Shuri at the lab.
She tried to stop you but resigned seeing how happy you were at that time. She came back to her duties but she decided she’ll visit you later.

At the evening you heard knocking to your door.
“Come in!” You said, raising your head to check who was about to enter your chamber.

It was no one else but Shuri herself.
“Hi, can I come in?” She smiled at you, half-opening the door.

“Sure.” You gave a brief nod as you focused on the thing you were doing.

As she stepped in, Shuri noticed that you were painting your nails. You ran your tongue along your lips, held breath back as you slowly were doing the manicure.

Shuri laughed.
“Need a hand?” Shuri offered as she took seat next to you at the table.

You hesitated but finally agreed on her idea.

“Let me paint your nails, they’ll be looking amazing, I guarantee.” Shuri informed you softly. “Maybe I don’t look like a master of beauty hacks but I know some things though.” She explained calmly as she ordered you to put your hand at the table. You did without protesting.

It took Shuri only ten minutes to end full manicure on your hands.
“Here, ready.” Shuri said as she ended. “I hope you like the result.” She smiled brightly at you.

You looked at your hands. Indeed, your nails were looking spectacularly.
“Yes! It’s amazing! Thank ya for help, I wouldn’t make them look that good without your help.” You admitted, hugging Shuri tightly. “And ya see? It was worth to buy few nail polishes. Paint your nails too and we can go at the party that T’Challa is throwing!” You suggested, wiggling your brew.

Shuri rolled her eyes. “I knew it was something deeper! Knew it! You wanna go there to meet that handsome warrior, don’t ya?” Shuri teased as she smirked at you.

“Maybe.” You whispered. “But it’s none of your business. Now, get ready and I go look for some dress!”

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The Assistant || Steve Rogers x Reader smut

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Summary: You’re an assistant of Tony Stark and you happen to have a crush on Steve Rogers. One evening, when Steve asks you to prepare some documents for him, you’re more than happy to do this. And after you bring files to him, your relationship goes onto another level.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2175

Author: Rouge

A/N: this smutty oneshot was written for @bloggingfromherbed and her writing challenge. My prompt was: “impressive collection you got there.”

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The night rolled over bringing a threat of a storm. Light was covered by the rapidly falling night. The bright blue sky transformed into an ocean of blackness. Shimmering stars illuminated the moonless, jet black sky, as if to remind us that even in darkness there is still light. The air was still and heavy, thick clouds covered half sky.

You were walking down the street, tightly wrapping your coat around yourself. Night was pretty cold and because of your tiredness, you were feeling the coldness twice as hard than normally.

Being an assistant of Tony Stark himself was a hard task to deal with.
There were days the tiredness was coming in both forms, physical and mental. Your body needed to rest yet your mind needed it to move, to burn the anxiety right out.
But at the same time, you were truly happy. You had an unique occasion to meet all the world’s mightiest heroes. Including HIM…

The single though of Steve Rogers made your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t help but smile. Yes. He was owning your mind and heart, yet he didn’t know about this little fact.

But this was the night when everything was about to change.
Few days before, Steve asked you to prepare some documents for him. Obviously, you had agreed on this idea. And then, in that stormy, cold night, you were heading to Avengers Tower to meet with the man of your dreams.

Your arrival had not escaped the attention of rest of the team.

“Y/N! What are ya doing here, it’s after your working hours,” Tony said as he opened the door after your knocking.

You nodded politely trying to hide the blush that started to appearing on your cheeks.
“Yes, I know, Mr Stark but…”

“She’s my guest. Let her in.”
Tony turned around in disbelief when he heard deep voice behind his back. It was no one else but Steve, tall man was leaning casually against the nearest wall, little smile appeared on his lips as his eyes met yours.

You blushed even harder, turning your head in attempt to hide the redness on your cheeks.

Tony rolled his eyes but he stepped aside, making the space for you to enter. So you did, taking the coat off and hanging it onto a hanger in the corridor.

Steve threw a mean glare at Tony before he approached you.
“So, follow me, Y/N,” he said softly smirking at you.

You nodded, you turned around to thank Tony once again, then you followed Steve at the upper floor.

Rogers took you straight at his floor.
What got your attention were pictures that were hanging at walls along the corridor. On all of them, Steve was with Bucky Barnes. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning while looking at them.
“Impressive collection you got there.” you admitted warmly. “I know you and Buck are close even now but I wasn’t expecting all these photographs…” You looked at Steve as you stopped in front of the picture on which both Steve and Bucky were wearing uniforms, they looked pretty young, both were smiling straight to the camera.

Steve stand next to you, sighing.
“It was when we believed that we can change fate of the world,” he explained shortly.

You blinked as you looked at him.
“And look. You did!”

Steve giggled as he grabbed you by your hand.
“Okay, you have right. But now, c’mon,” he looked you in the eye and led you to his room.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that your legs were getting weaker and weaker with every touch of his.

As you both got to his chamber, you opened your eyes widely.
The walls were cream, but not like the stuff you pour in the coffee, there was a hue of beach sand there. The floor was a dark walnut but not the laminate. Everything was functional. The mantle was where he put his keys and garage door opener. On the coffee table was a wrench set and a new set of wheels for a longboard. Under the small eating table was a pack of beer. He got few more photos of him and Bucky and team on the walls. Bed was not too big, looking like a snow drift, so white and feathery and high was it; one window curtained with a square of starched white cotton cloth.

He turned, smiling shyly, not a look you’ve seen on his face before. You couldn’t help but smile back. “I don’t bring people back here often…” Steve almost whispered.

You smiled at him, looking around. It was nice there and you felt pretty comfortable.

“Please, take a sit!” He offered as he smiled at you and you slowly took a place at the edge of his bed, thanking him quietly.
You opened your bag and pulled a red folder out of it.
“Here, I’ve prepared everything you’ve been asking for,” you said calmly, handing him the documents.

Steve nodded as he took it into his hand, he went to sit at the table where he opened the folder to roam through papers.
“You’re awesome, y’know?” He asked, his steel blue eyes met your again as he looked at you above the documents. “I don’t know how can I repay you.”

“Oh, it’s nothing actually!” You waved your hand with a soft smirk. “It’s my job.”

He closed the folder and left it at the table. He got up and within a second was standing in front of you, towering over you and you only let out a quiet whimper, your eyes measuring his figure from the bottom to the top. You also got up to reduce the distance between both of you.

You parted your lips in an attend to say something but Steve was faster. He leaned down to you, cupping your face with his large hands and crushing his rough lips on yours.
The only thing you could do by then was to hum softly into the kiss. You dared to put your hands on his hips as you gave the kiss back.

Within a second you pulled away, turning your head aside.
“Steven… It’s inappropriate…” You mumbled quietly but deep inside you cursed your own behavior.
The truth was you were craving him since the day you met him for the first time.

“Shhh,” Steve hushed, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “It’s okay. I fell for you long months ago. I crave you as hell.”

His sincere confession made you heart exploded with an unknown emotions; happiness were intertwined with distress, love with desire.
It was when you stopped hesitating and last pieces of your uncertainty have vanished.

Steve wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he was kissing you passionately.

You stood right in front of him. Your nipples got hard. You reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants,  jerking it. You softly kissed his lips. You were right in his face, jerking him off, in his pants.
Steve let out a deep grunt, his mouth were parted as he was looking down at you.
“Mmmm, you already drive me crazy, Y/N,” Steve admitted, running his tongue over his dry lips.

You looked down at his cock, in his pants, and noticed it was quickly getting bigger.
“ I’ll take good care of it for you.” You whispered softly as you jerked him faster, licking your luscious  lips at him.
Steve just barely groaned, squeezing your hips hardly, making sure to leave marks there.

“Oh, thank you baby. I won’t punch you… unless you like the rough stuff. No, I have something fun in mind… And it will definitely make you feel real nice baby. She smiled at him and patted bed beside you.
"Come here, handsome.” You said in your sexiest voice, blowing him a kiss.

Steve smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off and tossing it aside. He took place by your side and brushed his hand over your thigh, you moaned quietly.

Steve’s cock was hard and tenting his pants. You good knew it was bigger than any other you’ve seen before, so you felt like your pussy got wetter.

Steve’s hand moved up your thigh, making its way under pencil skirt you were wearing and you sighed softly in anticipation for what was about to come.

You slowly unbuttoned your shirt, exposing your black, lacy bra to him.
His hand moved to your back where he undid it, pulling straps down your arms, completely taking off the bra.

You moaned loudly as he closed his mouth on your hard nipple, swirling his tongue around it, his eyes on you as you slowly laid your back down on the mattress. Steve turned you a bit to unzip your skirt, then he simply tugged it down your legs, he did same with your lacy panties.
Meantime, Steve unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

You looked over his impressive cock and smiled. You reached over and stroked him.
Steve moaned loudly. You saw his precum leaking out of his cock and you rubbed it with your thumb.
"Mmm, I already love this cock of yours, Steven. Have you jerked it while you thought about me?” You asked openly, a wry smile on your lips as you were still stroking Steve’s thick cock, while he was slowly rubbing your soaking wet pussy.

“Yes, I did actually, Y/N.” Steve said, smirking at you.

You blushed even harder. You couldn’t believe that he, Captain America himself, was doing such a things to himself while thinking of you. But it made you feel special. It meant that he was really into you…

"I wanna suck this cock in a minute, though.”
You whispered as your hand traveled to his on your pussy. You pressed his hand more to your folds, moaning quietly as Steve got the reference, slipping his two fingers inside of your wet pussy.
“Shit… Yes, just like this…” You whispered softly, your eyes on his.

After a while, when he pulled his fingers out of you, you hummed sadly at the emptiness but moved up a bit, pushing him onto his bed. You tugged his jeans off and leaned down, licking a trail from his muscular chest down to his cock. You sucked him deep and fast, jerking his thick shaft, moaning around his cock.
You looked up at Steve and smiled around his thick cock as you noticed how relaxed he was; eyes shut, mouth half opened, little blush on his bearded cheeks.
You sucked him faster, massaging his balls. Your mouth suctioned up on his shaft, popping his head out of your mouth and immediately sucking it back in.

Steve groaned and held your head as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Youdeep-throated his cock and Rogers grunted loudly. He shot his load in your mouth and you sucked down every drop, moaning loudly as you did.
“Shit, Y/N…” Steve grunted loudly, licking his lips as he was looking down at you.

You slowly straddled his lap, Steve grabbed his again hard cock and ran the tip along your folds before pushing it in.
You moaned his name and started to slowly riding him.Steve’s hands were placed on your hips, he squeezed them tightly, moaning your name, his eyes were on your face as he bucked his hips into you slowly.
“Yes, just like this… You look beautiful on top of me, y’know?” Steve grunted, brushing his hands over your curves.

You nodded, increasing your pace, you let him squeeze your breasts tightly.

“If you’ll keep this pace, I’m gonna cum quickly…” Steve gasped, rocking his hips into you. He was slipping his shaft deeply in your pussy and you rolled head back.

“I’m gonna cum too, Steve!” You moaned his name and bucked your hips harder, moving them back and forth. When you felt how your pussy clenched around his thick cock, you screamed his name in pure bliss, triggering his release at the same time.

Steve growled loudly, he spanked your butt as his hips stuttered, he shot his load deep into your pussy, filling you up completely.

You laid on top of his chest, gasping for air. Steve was stroking over your curves, praising you with the most sublime words you could ever hear.

You were standing in front of the building, your coat wrapped tightly around your figure.
Steve was standing next to you, having his muscular arm wrapped around your waist.

“Thank you for this evening,” he whispered softly, brushing his bearded cheek against your neck.

You smirked at him, caressing his nape.
“It was all my pleasure.”

Steve kissed you deeply and you hummed.

After that, you turned around and walked slowly down the street, feeling his eyes on you until you  turned around the corner of another building.
You were truly happy. You felt the bright future was ahead of you.

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The Soul World Paradox

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Summary: Peter Parker wakes up in the new place to him. Quickly he finds out that he is trapped in the soul world among other heroes that were affected by snap of Thanos’ fingers.

Warnings: none!

Words: 1767

Authors: Beast

Request by: @kastrup-sofie
Request: I have a request Action takes place at Soul Stone. After IW all avengers and heroes who were wiped away from Earth, meet there and they accuse each other of things that happened. And, f.e. Quill screams at Strange, Spidey think Bucky is Jesus and he is Heaven, T’Challa cries after his sister and Okoye Something funny ^^

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There was nothing but darkness all around him.

Second later, he heard some voices.

A sudden thought ran through his head; he knew some of the voices.

He slowly opened his eyes. At first, he blinked few times, giving his sense a time to get used to the lightness.

He saw a blurry figure that was leaning towards him.

“Are ya okay, kid?” asked a strong, deep voice.

He blinked again and slowly raised a hand to cover his eyes a bit.

Within seconds, his vision became less blurry and it got a proper acuity.

He blinked few more times and he cocked his brows before asking out loudly: “Jesus?”

Bearded face above him got brighter with a smile that appeared on other man’s lips.

“Uhm. No. I’m not Jesus.”

Peter shook his head and sat up slowly, being supported by a bionic arm.

“Oh! Mr. Barnes!” boy rubbed his eyes with thumbs, breathing deeply. “Mr. Barnes… What has just happened?”

Bucky, who was kneeling next to Peter, smiled sadly.

“I have no idea, kiddo. I think, however, that something pretty bad happened.”

Peter nodded, confirming that he understood what Bucky has said a second before.

Young man looked around once again, when his eyes were fully adjusted to light.

He was sitting at the sandy ground, some flora were around them, mostly a dried bushes.

A bit ahead Peter noticed Black Panther. King was kneeling down on the ground, hiding his face in his palms while mumbling “SHURI… OKOYE…” on and on.

A bit on the right, there was Falcon with Wanda. Man was helping Scarlet Witch to get up on her feet again. She was trembling all over her body, Peter could easily noticed an anxiety in her eyes when she looked at him briefly.

On the left, Peter Quill was walking in the circle while Drax was trying his best to calm his mate down.

“Quill, stop it, for fuck’s sake, I can’t focus when you keep on walking like a weirdo,” Drax sighed as he stretched his back.

Peter’s eyes wandered to Bucky again.

“I think that the Wizard has spoiled something…” Boy mumbled quietly, trying to get up.

Bucky blinked but offered his metal arm to Peter. When boy was standing unhesitatingly on his feet again, Bucky rested hands on the hips.

“What? Wizard? Did you hit your head that badly?” he tilted head aside, blinking in disbelief. “What are you talking about, kid?”

Peter shrugged casually.

“Suddenly me and Mr. Stark were on the other planet, I suppose. And there was the Wizard and he was having that amazing cloak that was doing all the things Wizard has wanted. and then they appeared, I don’t know any of them, I mean, I didn’t know them back then,” Parker pointed at Drax and Quill and Mantis, which just joined her friends. “They called themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy but God’s my witness that I don’t believe them, they simply were trying to stop that big, purple dude that was pretty angry and came out of nowhere. But they found out that he killed his daughter that was his girlfriend,” Peter again pointed a finger towards Quill. “And he got offended and because of this we didn’t manage to take that shining glove out of the purple dude’s hand, Mr. Barnes,” Peter took a deep breathe, he was trying to present everything as faithfully as it was possible.

Bucky’s eyes were getting opened wider with every sentence said by Peter.

Finally, after few long moments of silence, inquired: “What the hell? What?”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Please, Mr. Barnes, don’t make me say it all again, I’ll get lost.”

“Hey! Barnes! What the fuck have you messed up this time?!” Falcon yelled looking at Barnes, shaking a dust off of his back.

“Hey! Get off me, Wilson!” Bucky snarled loudly, he was clearly angry at the moment. “Maybe you’ve just blew a wrong piece of an energy field around Wakanda, huh!?”

T’Challa looked first at Sam, then at Bucky, he slowly approached Barnes.

“Easy, my brother,” he said as he put his gloved palm with claws on Bucky’s bionic arm. “We have to gather everyone and figure some plan out, White Wolf.”

Bucky gave a slight nod. Peter opened his eyes wider.

“White Wolf? It sounds pretty cool, Mr. Barnes!”

When Bucky along with Sam managed to gather everyone at one point, T’Challa got on the large piece of stone that was laying between some bushes.

“I’m T’Challa, the son of King T’Chaka. I’m the king of Wakanda,” he shortly introduced himself. “I have no clue what happened but I feel that Thanos somehow succeeded to snap his fingers like he said he will,” Black Panther looked around carefully. “Last thing I remember was that I was trying to force my friend to run and then there’s is a blank spot in my mind,” he sighed deeply. “I don’t know you, guys,” T’Challa rubbed his claw agains his jawline as he looked at Guardians. “Who are you?”

Peter Quill was simply standing with arms crossed over his chest.

Mantis was one who spoke her mind aloud.

“We’re Guardians of the Galaxy. I’m Mantis. This is Drax,” she pointed at  muscular man. “That’s Peter Quill and we have Groot over there,” Mantis smiled a bit and waved to the tree-figure that was walking towards them.

“I AM GROOT!” Tree mumbled sadly and as he walked closer, he sat down on the ground shaking his head in thoughtfulness.

Suddenly, everyone heard a strange noise, something between a click and chuck.

A tall man dressed in a red cloak appeared among them out of nowhere.

“Mr. Wizard!” Peter clapped his hands. “I was scared we lost you once and for all!”

Before Bucky asked an obvious question, man raised his hand up, asking voiceless of silence.

“There was no other way,” man sighed, taking his cloak off.

Material shivered softly and floated straight to Peter, placing itself on boy’s arms and rubbing his back a bit.

“I’m Doctor Strange,” black haired man spoke. “And I gave the Time Stone to Thanos.”

There was a silence for a long moment.

T’Challa got off the stone and ran to man, punching his stomach with hand curled in a fist.

Within a second both men were laying down on the ground, struggling and grunting.

The cloak was trying to help its owner by hitting King of Wakanda time after time.

“STOP IT, FUCKERS!” Someone shouted out loudly, a strong and deep male voice nearby them.

Everyone raised their heads in that direction, T’Challa  Strange also stopped fighting.

In front of them all was standing a tall, well-built, black man. He was wearing a black, thick coat and an eye patch.

“Nick Fury…” Bucky whispered under his breath. “So this didn’t happen only to us in Wakanda…”

“I don’t know what the fuck did you do, guys, but I am fucking pissed off.” Fury placed hands on his hips, his face was full of anger. “And you, man,” he tilted head towards Strange. “Are you fucking kidding me? How could you just passed Time Stone to that fucking alien?!”

Strange pushed T’Challa off himself and slowly got up.

“There was no other way. I’ve traveled through many possible endings of all the situation we were having, and I swear, we managed to win with Thanos only by this one time when I gave him the Stone,” Stephen explained carefully.

T’Challa snorted in disbelief, he knelt down on the sand.

“We have no idea what is going on with those who survived,” he mumbled. “Shuri… Mother… Okoye… Nakia…” a single tear rolled down king’s cheek. “I just wanna know if they are fine.”

“If they did survive,” Drax shrugged with consternation.

“Oh, c’mon!” Bucky shook his head with spite. “Stop saying this like they would be gone, okay?!”

Mantis came to Bucky and put her hand on his cheek.

“Easy now…” she whispered softly, smiling at him. “Let me help.”

Within second, Bucky calmed down, his breath began to be more balanced.

“Vision…” Wanda was crying quietly, nuzzling to Sam. “So that was the reason he turned back time… He was having Time Stone…”

“So, you wanna say it’s over now?” Peter blinked few times. “No, I don’t agree, we gotta go back and help them! They need us! They need us, am I right, Mr. Barnes!?” he asked desperately, looking at Bucky.

Former Winter Soldier remained silent, he only lowered his head.

“Great,” Fury rubbed his temples with gloved hands. “We are fucked.”

“I AM GROOT!” Groot wailed sadly.

Fury looked at the tree and cocked his head aside.

“I saw aliens dropping down from the sky but it’s my first time seeing a talking tree,” he stated.

“We gotta figure some plan out,” Peter nodded to himself. “We gotta go back. Mr. Stark will help us.”

“Yea, especially Tony,” Bucky snorted, chuckling darkly. “He is no one but a playboy that thinks he can do anything he want, kid. It’s not a good example for someone like you.”

Peter narrowed his brows.

“I beg your pardon, don’t be such an…” boy hesitated. “An ASSHOLE!” he yelled and immediately covered his mouth. “I am sorry, I’m just being anxious now…”

Bucky rolled his eyes and turned with his back to Peter.

“Listen, guys,” Wanda wiped her tears away. “I think we won’t be able to come back to Earth until Thanos has Stones. Our last hope lies in those who stayed there,” she came to T’Challa and patted his back slightly. “We can only wait, hoping they’ll find a way to release us.”

“I agree with her,” Strange rubbed his beard. “I hope Tony understood what I was trying to tell him. Besides…” he turned to face Star Lord. “If you wouldn’t hesitate then, we most likely would have won, Peter.”

Quill only clenched his teeth, he turned around and slowly walked away, hiding his tears.

“I AM GROOT,” Groot got up and staggered to his feet, swaying a little, he approached Star Lord, trying to hug him from behind.

But Peter refused, taking few more steps ahead.

“Leave him alone, pal,” Drax miffed, looking at Groot.

“So… What’s now?” Parker asked quietly.

Almost everyone remained silent but there was a dejected voice that said: “We will try to fight.”

Everyone turned their head to see Star Lord who was looking up in the sky.

“We will fight when the time will come. I will fight Thanos alone if necessary. I will do whatever it will take. For Gamora.”

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