Collision Course

Tati//P.M

//Tati= Daddy//

//Dragostea Mea= My Love\

//printesa= Princess\

//Voi sparge-o= I’ll break it down\

//Sunt însărcinată= I’m pregnant\

~The reader finds out she’s pregnant with Pietro’s baby before the fight with Ultron~

(A/N: Let’s all imagine Pietro and Wanda both lived in the tower long before the battle to keep this imagine some what realistic)

(Disclaimer: In this Pietro and The reader are speaking Romanian because i took inspiration from some other Pietro imagines and a lot of them were using Romanian, i also think the language is beautiful. I don’t speak Romanian so for the sake of this imagine i used google translate so if some of the words don’t actually translate well, i apologize) 

Warnings: light swearing, vomit, sadness

word count: 1, 676

4 weeks. 4 weeks since the day mother nature should have given you her monthly gift, usually you would brush it off as stress or just the fact that your period was naturally irregular but with the agonizing back ache and headaches you were becoming slightly suspicious. Your mind slowly drifted to Pietro and how your relationship still hadn’t been clarified or shared to the group, were you even in a relationship or just friends with benefits..amazing benefits. You slowly shuffled out of bed, quickly swallowing an aspirin from your night stand that had become your best friend over the past week. Just as the pill slipped down your throat a violent urge to vomit ripped through you as you bolted to the en suit lurching over the toilet as you emptied the contents of your stomach. Groans left your lips as the vile taste settled in your mouth, this is all you needed to confirm your suspicions..well this and a pregnancy test.

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Nurse Bucky - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: So apparently my first follower unfollowed me. Like, okay, bye bitch. This girl even messaged me saying how she loved my stories. Then why would you unfollow? I’m lost. Anyways, I’ll save the drama for another time. I really hope she doesn’t see this and know its her. I’m sorry if you do.

Request: “ hey! could u do one where reader and Bucky r a couple and reader is sick or got hurt in a mission or hangover idk and Bucky gets all overprotective and takes care of her and she keeps saying she’s fine but she clearly isn’t!! super fluffy pls!!” by anon. ( pssst…these are my prompt lists: 1 , 2 )

Warnings: Slight language, a fever, idk if that’s a deal breaker

Words: 1075

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Betrayal Part 2

Part 1

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

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

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

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Game of Bones

What We Missed (End)

Summary: It finally happens. 

Word Count: 564

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

It was out of your control, your hand had a mind of its own. It slammed the door right in the man’s face. The man you had spend that night with almost two weeks ago. The man in the pictures that you had in your phone. That man.

He was now standing just outside of your apartment and if you guessed correctly, looked just as surprised as you were.

Wincing once you realized that you had closed the door without a word, you open it and can’t help but to feel relieved when you see that he is still there, hands in his pockets, looking like he’s seen a ghost. But you are probably a reflection of him as well.

“H-How did you find me?” you ask.

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Kiss - Chris Evans

Can you do a chris/reader one where they act in a marvel movie opposite each other and they like each other ALOT and then win the mtv award for the best kiss for the movie and the fans and cast asks them to kiss on the spot & they do &later they go on a date. Lots of fluff pls. If you can, smut too!! Love your work btw!

N/A: Ok, guys, I made up a character for (Y/N) because I just couldn’t get any other character and modifies it to use here… And once again I have to warn you that I’m not good with smut… But I hope you enjoy it.

(Masterlist)

You never dreamed that one day you would get such an important role, especially such an important role right in a Marvel movie. But there you were in the big screen wearing combat boots and a clothing style that you would never use on a daily basis. Your character was a powerful villain with huge powers of telepathy and telekinesis, becoming the biggest nightmare of  the Avengers. You made your own fight scenes and most of the scenes that required great heights also, using your skills of Kung Fu you felt really powerful on the movie screens. Then the scream of the crowd roused you from your thoughts, you automatically smiled and looked at huge event screen, facing one of the trailer’s scene.

“Come on, Rogers. I don’t have all day for this or reasons for accepting this invitation.” you saw yourself with long and dark purple hair, passing one hand on the chest of your screen partner, Chris Evans, as you smiled dangerously.

“Nyx, you saw the truth with your own eyes, you can redeem yourself.” the Captain held your hand, entwining your fingers, you stood for a moment shaken because you felt a strong connection with the man after being saved by him. “I can help you, doll.”

“No, you can’t.” you took your free hand to his face, pulling him to lean toward you and then kissed his lips tenderly, but soon the kiss changed with Steve wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him, one hand ended up in your hair holding tight as the kiss became more aggressive and hungry. You moaned against his lips before suddenly open your eyes startled and then you let go of him using your powers, giving apprehensive steps back without looking away from him. “This is a goodbye, Rogers.”

You laughed sheepishly as you listened to the crowd shouting excitedly, your eyes going towards your co-workers, the famous avengers, all participating in the kiss celebration and making you blush and Chris smile wildly. You didn’t imagine that a simple kiss would have so much impact to the point of competing for the MTV Awards. So you took a few seconds to believe that you and Chris had won the best kiss award, and Chris had to literally pull you to the stage while you giggled as you tried to follow in his footsteps with your high heels. But when you two came close to the microphone, you slapped his hand to loosen yours and straightened your clothes, making a serious expression as you watched the crowd agitated around you.

“Alright! Alright! I thought my prize had been the kiss, but I was mistaken. Really, thank you for choosing us… Right, Nyx?“ Chris began his speech, entering into his character and making everyone go crazy, he laughed while watching your nervous gaze and shrugged, laughing even more when you started listening to the crowd and your fellow co-workers shout ‘kiss her’.

“Well, thank you for the award and…” you pulled the microphone to stay on your height and started to speak with your character Nyx’s voice, raising an eyebrow as you pointed your index finger in denial towards your group “Not a chance, that kiss was the goodbye one-”

Suddenly you were interruptedbeing pulled by Chris, who without notice stuck his lips on yours in a passionate and nothing cinematic kiss. You promptly wrapped his neck with your arms as Chris pulled you more against him by the waist, gently turning your body to tilt you down imitating those old kissing scenes and then pick you up in his arms, ending the kiss because both of you needed air. You smiled to each other ignoring the jubilant shouts of everybody, Chris turned his attention back to the microphone.

“Well, I think I’ll take this doll on a date… Maybe she accepts to be an Avenger later.” he said laughing before turning away and leaving the stage with you still in his arms.

A few days had passed and you hadn’t recovered from the kiss that Chris had given you, always smiling sheepishly when you reminded it, you were feeling in the clouds. It had been a long time since the Avengers movie was in theaters, with an excellent response from the public, then you were looking at some movie proposals to work. You were happy to be growing as an actress, but you were really happy when your phone vibrated and you saw who sent you a message.

‘Are you at home?’

‘Yes, Christopher Evans.’

‘You forgot my middle name Robert.’

You chuckled while reading his answer, imagining the kinds of expressions that he’d have done if he was answering you face to face. You felt your heart warm, remembering the days of recording that you two spent a long time talking and laughing during behind the scenes. You couldn’t deny that you had a crush on Chris Evans. He was simply one of the finest men, not by his appearance - something that others always repaired first, but by his wonderful personality. You loved his smile, the way he talked and cared about everyone around him. Dammit, you loved him. 

Leaving aside the papers on the coffee table, you rose from the couch and stretched, after reading for hours you were tired. You picked up the phone again to reply Chris’s message  when you suddenly heard a knock on your door. You went to the door distractedly while typing the message, opening the same as you raised your index finger of your free hand to ask the person to wait.

“Well, I’m looking kind of stupid standing at your door with a bouquet, you know.” you heard Chris’ amused voice, making you stop what you were doing and face him with flushed cheeks.

“I-I was answering you.” you scowled, but then smiled seeing him smiling and noticing how gorgeous he was. Chris handed you the bouquet of pink tulips and you smiled brightly accepting it. “Please come in, Mr. Christopher Robert Evans.”

“I’d love to come in and accept a cup of coffee, but I was thinking about our date.” he said with a shrug, putting his hands in his jeans pockets and slightly raising his eyebrows waiting for your answer.

“Our date? Oh, I need to change clothes…” you blushed again, nervous because you’ve forgotten the date but wondering if you really had agreed to something.

“You’re beautiful like this and your perfume’s delicious, just put your shoes and is perfect.” Chris smiled passing you confidence, looking at your navy blue dress and bare feet, he ended up biting his lower lip.

“Hm… Okay, wait a minute.”

You left the door open and ran to your room, trying to straighten up little but nothing that indicated you were anxious, pulled on one of your allstar and then picking up your bag you returned to where Chris was waiting for you. You left your building in silence, staring each other once or twice to exchange shy smiles. After a quick trip in Chris’ car, you found yourself at his house. Okay, you were alright, you were calm and at his house. And he said it was a date? You took a deep breath. You were so far from calm.

“Hey, I’m sorry for bringing you here… But I thought it would be less stressful and we could talk without worrying about paparazzi or something.“ Chris scratched his neck with a closed smile, as if reading your mind.

“It’s all right, Chris. I think you made the best choice.” you smiled more relaxed, leaving your purse on the coffee table and sitting on the couch he had indicated.

“So, what do you like to eat? Would you like a glass of water? Soda? Beer? Wine? Vodka?” he asked quickly, indicating the kitchen and walking up to half the hall but then coming back to hear your answer, making you raise an eyebrow and giggle. “What?”

“You’re nervous too or is it just me?" you got up from the couch, slowly walking up to him, taking the opportunity to take a deep breath and calm down first, grinning widely when you got close enough to stroke his beard. "I think we need to relax, because we go out together several times while shooting.”

“No, it’s different now.“ he shook his head and smiled shyly, taking his hand to yours that stroked his beard "And you’re feeling too, I can see in your eyes.”

You both were there in silence staring at each other, the light of the living room’s window slightly illuminating the hall and giving a calm air. But you could feel your heart beat faster and faster, every thought your mind formed and claimed about what you felt for that man standing there in front of you. And then something hit you in full, the realization that you had been through multiple steps without notice. The time he helped you cure your flu, when you took care of him while he had food poisoning, when emerged bad rumors about you, when he got injured during filming, the days off that you spent together eating and watching Disney movies or then going out with the rest of the team to drink… You grinned and blushed slightly when you noticed that Chris was bitting his lower lip to contain his own smile.

“Can… Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his eyes alternating to face your lips and your eyes, without relying on your ability to say something smart at the moment, you just nodded slightly.

When you tried to take your hand from his face, he kept his hand on yours indicating to continue there and then grabbed your hips with both hands before sliding them over your back, keeping one in the middle of your back and the other in your neck. Chris stared at you for a moment with a loving smile before leaning to seal your lips in a slow and passionate kiss, but it didn’t take long to your back collide against the wall and have his body glued to yours. Chris’ lips moved away from yours, sliding down your neck with wet kisses and weak bites, tearing a heavy sigh from you and making you slightly pull his hair. You felt one of his hands wander around the side of your body to one of your thighs to then squeeze tightly and you didn’t think twice about picking up impulse to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Babe… I think it’s better we go slow.“ Chris whispered hoarsely into your ear, causing you chills and you just mumbled a little whimper. You heard Chris try to contain a grunt and felt him tighten against you, but then he took a deep breath and chuckled. "Sorry, little one, but I need to talk with you.”

“W-what do you mean?” you opened your eyes a little confused, blushing slightly as he put you on the floor and helped you straighten your dress, smiling when he noticed your flushed cheeks.

“I mean that, this here, us” he indicated with his hand both of you and smiled again, then using his hand to put a lock of hair behind your ear. Chris looked a little anxious, smiling with closed lips and clasping his eyebrows slightly before speaking again. “It’s more than a kiss and make out session for me. Damn, I had planned this in another way… But… Ugh, babe, you want to go out with me? Be my girlfriend? Having to put up with my jokes?”

“Chris, you really are the knight on the white horse.“ you hugged him tight around his waist, burying your face in his chest. Chris promptly hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“Huh? Wait, are you-”

“Of course I want to, silly! If you stop to think about it, I’ve done it for some time." You shrugged, raising your face to look at him with a smile from ear to ear and slightly flushed checks, which seemed impossible for you to control near him.

“Oh man, I’m the luckiest person in the world!” he laughed aloud, holding you tightly and lifting you off the ground before returning to kiss your lips. Oh, no, you were the luckiest person in the world.

The File

A/N: So I know that I have one more prompt, but this idea came to me last night and I just couldn’t not write it (especially because it’s been a while since I wrote a Bucky fic).  So here it is and I may or may not have NOT studied for my Econ test because of this.  But I’m quite happy with it.

The first time Bucky slides the file under your door, you’re confused.

You’re alone in your room when you hear the sound of light footsteps and a quiet thud.  You look over towards the door and notice the manilla folder, lying inconspicuously on the ground.

You walk over and open it, thumbing through.  You quickly realize it’s a complete file on the Winter Soldier–every kill, every mission.  You close it and leave your room, taking the elevator to Bucky’s floor.  

He’s sitting there on the couch when you enter.  He looks up and in the split-second before his face goes blank, you catch a look of…fear?

“Bucky,” you say warmly, subtly putting the folder down on a table behind you.  

“(Y/N),” he says, his voice even and unreadable.

“There’s this new bakery that I’ve been dying to try,” you say cheerfully.  “It’s a couple block away, and I’ve heard their beignets are amazing.  Come with me?”

You look at Bucky.  His mouth is still set in a firm line, but his eyes are wide, startled.

“Um…sure,” he says, slowing getting up off the couch.  He walks over to you and you link your arm through his, pulling him over to the elevator.  

The doors slide open and you find yourself face to face with Steve.  He looks down at your linked arms, a smile on his face.

“Hey Steve!” you say brightly.  “We’re going to the bakery.  Want anything?”  Steve declines, and on the way down, you ask his opinion on what you should bring back for the other Avengers.  Steve nods and does his best to suggest pastries, but he’s watching Bucky.

Bucky, whose lips are unconsciously curving into what could almost be called a smile.  And as you drag Bucky off the elevator and out of the tower, Steve realizes that he can’t remember the last time Bucky smiled.  

-

The second time, you’re at a S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting.  You’re turning in your report for your last mission, reaching into your bag to pull out the typed report file.  

Instead, you find the Winter Soldier file in your hands.  You’re taken aback, and for a minute, you forget where you are.

“Agent (Y/L/N),” Nick finally says, bringing your focus back to your surroundings.  “Everything alright?” 

“Yes,” you say, though your voice sounds distracted even to you.  “I’m fine.  Grabbed the wrong file.”  

After the meeting, you drag Bucky up to your floor for a Jurassic Park movie marathon.

-

The third time, it’s just after a mission.  

You and Bucky had gone on your first mission together, just the two of you.  It had been particularly successful, and your were quite pleased with the outcome.  On the way back, you sat in the Quinjet, humming to yourself and crocheting a hat.

You walk back to your room and it’s lying there on the bed.  You stare at it and if looks could kill, the file would have spontaneously combusted within one second of your piercing glare.

But it doesn’t.

The next morning, when Bucky wakes up, there’s a pile of crocheted hats, scarves, pillows and plushies on his desk.  

Buried somewhere underneath is the file.

-

The fourth time is early in the morning.

You wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of screams.  You look up at the ceiling and you know exactly what’s going on.

You sprint out of your room and into the waiting elevator, taking it straight up to Bucky’s floor.  You weave through the hallways until you find his bedroom. 

You throw the door open and he’s lying there, thrashing and muttering incoherently.  You rush to his side and gently try to wake him from his sleep.  This seems to agitate him more and he throws you backward.  You hit his nightstand, but get right back up, trying again to wake him.  You ignore the sting on your cheek, focusing on calming him.

This seems to work, and slowly, the shaking stops.  He lies in the middle of the bed, quiet and still.  His eyes blink open to find you sitting on the bed next to him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.  

“Move over,” is all you say and he obliges wordlessly.  You slide in next to him, your head on his shoulder, your arm slung over his stomach, and you drift off to sleep.  

He lies there frozen in place, his body stiff.  After a few minutes, he relaxes and he wraps his arm around your waist, allowing himself a few hours of nightmare-less sleep.

When you wake up, Bucky’s gone.  You reach up to your face and realize there’s a bandage there.  The bed next to you is neatly made, the damn file resting on top.

You throw the covers off and make the bed.  You leave the file exactly where it is.

-

The next morning, you search the entire tower for Bucky.  Every room, every floor.  You eventually find him in the kitchen, sitting at the table.  In front of him is the file, open.

You shake your head and walk over to him.  He looks up and spots you, not saying anything.

“I’ve been looking for you,” you say simply as you sit down at the table next to him.

He looks up at you before sliding the file toward you.  You shake your head and close it.  His hand, almost of its own accord, reaches up and brushes against the bandage on your face.

“I hurt you, last night,” he says, and the pain in your voice makes your reach up and cover his hand with yours.  “I could hurt you again.”

“You didn’t mean to,” you reply and he shakes his head.

“(Y/N), I’ve done things…” he says haltingly.  “Things I’m not proud of.”

“Tell me that the same thing isn’t true of every single person in this tower,” you reply. 

“Have you read it?” he asks, his voice barely higher than a whisper, his eyes darting down to the file.

“I read files on every Avenger when I joined,” you say evenly.

“But this one,” Bucky says.  “Did you read this file?”

“No,” you say.

“Why not?”

“As far as I know, the Winter Soldier isn’t part of the Avengers,” you say simply.  “James Buchanan Barnes, however, is.  And that’s the file I read.”  Bucky looks up at you, and you see his expression soften.

“I don’t…” he stutters.  “I don’t deserve-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you cut him off.  “You deserve everything.  You deserve the sun and the stars and the moon.  You deserve to feel safe, to have friends, to be loved.”

“But-”

You shake your head.  The man will not shut up, so you turn and pull his face to you, silencing him with a kiss.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes,” you say.  “And don’t you dare ever believe otherwise.”

The huge grin that spreads across his face–tentatively at first, but then unabashedly content–makes you happier than you’ve ever felt.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

For @spoonking-andmasterofyoursoul…song is “Gasoline” by Halsey. Such a good song, by the way. Enjoy!

Y/N let out a yawn as she padded around the large room. She was currently wearing her workout clothes. She had napped through the earlier training session. She was glad Steve didn’t wake her up for it: she had a brutal mission the night previous. However, when she did wake up, it appeared the tower was empty. Y/N thought about asking JARVIS, maybe catch up with them, but decided against it. It was rare she got the tower to herself and she was going to use it to her advantage.

This was why she was making her way to the largest training room in the tower. A smirk played at her lips as she entered the empty facility. The sight brought her a sense of serenity. It was one of those feelings that one enjoyed, like the same feeling when sitting in a small library.

“JARVIS,” she spoke up, “Could you play my playlist ‘Powerhouse’?” “Of course, Ms. Y/N.” “Loud volume, as well, please.” “Understood.”

Y/N began her workout as the song began to play. She hurried through her workout; stretching, boxing, lifting, and even a little gymnastics. She paused her workout for another water break as one song ended. A smooth sound, belonging to the following song, caused her to shut her eyes. An idea popped into her head. Normally she wouldn’t, but no one was around, so why not?

Bucky strolled through the tower, heading to the main floor. His ears perked up as he felt music pounding through the floors. He knitted his brows. He was sure he was alone in the tower. The rest of the team went to hang out at a club. They wouldn’t be back until later.

Still confused, Bucky made his way toward the thumping music. It didn’t take long to deduce it was coming from the training room. The closer he got, the clearer the words became.

Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that sucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Bucky peeked in and saw Y/N moving gracefully across the mat. His eyes widened at her movements. He wasn’t sure what he was more surprised at, Y/N being the only one home or the fact that she was dancing. He didn’t even know she could dance. She had always been so shy about it. Bucky blushed, realizing exactly what he was doing: spying on his crush. Still, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

She dropped her shoulders and head back in time with the music.

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

She dipped down to roll across the mat, torso arching slightly. Her head circled, hair following.

Do the people whisper ‘bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn’t waste your pretty face like me?

She popped up and lifted one leg in the air. Her arms held onto the leg.

And all the people say…

Her body twisted before leading into a leap.

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I think there’s a flaw in my code, Oh, oh, oh, oh, These voices won’t leave me alone,

Bucky watched on with awe. The way she moved was seamless, never missing a beat, never missing a step. He felt so stupid. How couldn’t she dance when she was as skilled a fighter as she was? It must’ve been second nature to her. The former assassin’s breathing had grown heavy.

Without having realized it, Bucky had stepped toward her, being drawn in by her movements. Even more amazing, through it all, he realized he was connecting with the song. He related to it, understood it.

And all the people say…

"You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

It was so similar it was nearly a physical ache. Y/N managed to detail his emotions through her dancing. He wondered if she related to it as much as he did. Bucky lowered his head as he thought, the ache growing in his chest.

Unbeknownst to him, Y/N spun and caught sight of his figure. She fumbled for just a moment. She knew he must’ve been watching as evidenced by his crimson blush. But, there seemed to be something else. He seemed pensive, upset. This worried her a bit.

In time with the music, she walked over to him as silently as possible. She wasn’t mute, but he was too consumed by his thoughts. Gently, she reached out and grabbed his hand. His gaze shot up, still soaking in the words.

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.

“Are you okay?” she whispered. He gave her a small, shy smile. “Y-Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” She smirked at him. “It’s alright. The song does a pretty good job at keeping me calm, so I’m gonna spare your ass today.” Bucky laughed. “I appreciate that.”

He rubbed his metal thumb across her knuckles. The words continued to wash over him. After a moment, Bucky half-grinned.

“I think that’s my new favorite song.” Y/N’s raised a shocked brow. “Really? Mr. 1940s likes a newer song?”

He nodded while gently pulling her closer. She felt her heart begin to race. A blush of her own crept up her neck and cheeks. His lips ghosted over hers as he spoke.

“You definitely had something to do with it,” he murmured.

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