Florence + The Machine, Wish That You Were Here

Love Bites

Summary: Secrets always come out and you get caught with some very visible evidence of yours Warnings: heated kissing, literally all the language

The quinjet landed roughly and jostled you from sleep. You’d been on the jet seventeen hours, and asleep for the majority of them. It had always been hard for you to sleep during missions, and you relished the peace that came as soon as you stepped onto the jet after each one. You would often sleep through entire flights home.

You stumbled off the jet in a daze, looking around in the hopes of finding someone waiting for you. Your mission had taken away from the tower almost two weeks and you had missed your make-shift family more than you’d ever admit. The hanger was empty and you dropped your bag on the ground with a sigh. “Welcome home, Miss (Y/l/n),” F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted you.

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” you said with a weak smile, surprisingly comforted by the AI’s electronic voice. You started down the hall to your room, eyes half open, when arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the dark. Your body tensed before you recognized his cologne and relaxed into his chest. “Really, Steve?” you asked, stifling a laugh. “A closet? Are we fifteen?”

“Maybe I just couldn’t wait,” he answered, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “I missed you.”

His arms dropped and you turned to face him, although you couldn’t see him. “I missed you too.” Steve’s hands found your waist in the dark and he backed you against the wall, his knee sliding up between your legs to hoist you off the ground. A small noise of pleasure fell involuntarily from your lips and his hands ran up your thighs. His fingers teased beneath the hem of your shirt and your body felt like fire. “Are you going to kiss me or not, Rogers?” you asked breathlessly.

“Impatient, doll?” he asked with a laugh, dragging his lips across your jaw and down your neck. A strangled breath escaped your lungs and he growled against your skin. You ran your hands through his hair, tugging on it gently, and he moaned. Another step brought him flush against you. He pressed his lips roughly to yours, biting your lip.

You groaned again and ran your hands beneath his shirt, rolling your hips down into his and he hissed against you. The heat of his body suddenly disappeared and you felt his hands straightening your clothes before you heard him fix his own. “Finished already, Captain?”

“Hell no, but a bed is a bit more comfortable than a wall,” he whispered, pressing a kiss below your ear.

“Always the gentleman.”

He was asleep when you woke up the next morning, and you slipped silently from his arms. Your clothes were strewn throughout the room and, despite diligent searching, your pants were no where in sight. Surrendering and pulling one of his shirts over your head with a sigh, you left the room, praying no one would be around to see.

The tower was asleep and you made it back to your own apartment two floors up without hassle. His shirt was added to the growing collection you kept tucked into a drawer and hidden away. It gave him something to wear the nights you ended up tangled with each other in your room instead of his.

The water was colder than you expected when you stepped into the shower, but it was a welcomed change. Steve radiated heat. When you slept through the night together, blankets were never a necessity. You shook your head, hoping to knock him from your thoughts. In front of everyone but Bucky, he wasn’t yours.

Too tired to dry your hair, you wrangled it into a wet bun before slipping into the oversized shirt you usually wore to bed. You left your apartment and made your way to the kitchen, happy to keep your secret. “Morning, Nattie,” you said, smiling at the redhead.

“(Y/n).” She was almost asleep in her coffee.

“Are we training today?”

“No.” His voice surprised you and you flinched, almost pouring the hot coffee onto your hand instead of into the mug. “Everyone gets today off.”

“A day off, Captain?” you asked with exaggerated surprise, handing him a cup as he walked to your side. “What’s the special occasion?”

“Guess I’m just in a good mood,” he murmured, smirking at you. Your cheeks flushed red and you raised a hand to your neck, brushing your fingers over one of the marks he’d left on you the night before. Steve’s eyes darkened with lust and laughter before you broke eye contact to sit by Natasha.

“Have I told you about that girl in accounting?” Natasha asked as she began to wake. Pain and jealousy echoed in your chest. You knew she wanted to see him someone. 

“You have,” he answered casually, not turning to face either of you, “and I’ve told you I’m not interested.” The echoes faded as Steve finally turned to you and made cautious eye contact.

The rest of the team started to stumble into the room, most looking exhausted. Sam could have rolled out of bed and fallen into the kitchen. Tony probably hadn’t even gone to bed the night before. Vision didn’t need sleep.

“Someone throw me the Lucky Charms?” you asked, hungry but too tired and sore to get up.

Steve moved, ready to grab them for you, but Tony was already there and tossed the box across the room to you. His eyes narrowed as you caught the box and his head tilted in curiosity. “What were you up to last night, kiddo?”

“Sleeping,” you answered, pouring too much cereal into the bowl Bucky handed you and ignoring Tony.

“Really? Because those love bites say otherwise.” You felt heat in your cheeks and struggled not to look to your Captain. The whole team stared.

Clint giggled from somewhere above your head. “She’s got them all over her thighs too.” You were sure your entire body was blushing now.

“Let’s not tease the poor girl,” Steve said and you finally let yourself glance to him. There was pride in his eyes. “We’ve all had a night of fun.”

“And we’ve all had our mornings of shame afterwards,” Tony said, sauntering over to the table.

“He’s no one,” you answered quietly, dropping your eyes to your lap, unsure of what to say. You’d been together nearly half a year.

“At least I know why you have been turning me down,” Pietro said, reaching across the table in an attempt to snatch your hand. You pulled away, panicked eyes flickering to Steve for a moment.

“Maybe she’s been turning you down because you’re a cocky little shit,” Buck spoke suddenly, and everyone turned in surprise. Steve snorted.

“It is not cocky if I know I am better,” Pietro argued.

“I highly doubt that,” you mumbled. Eyes shifted back to you and yours widened as you realized they’d heard.

“Really? Who exactly is this marvelous mystery man, then?” Tony asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“He’s none of our business, Tony,” Steve said. His eyes softened when they landed on you, apology replacing the pride from earlier.

A blue flash obscured your vision and you felt Pietro wrap his arms around your middle and you screamed in shock. “I will not give up so easily, prințesă,” he said, humor in his eyes. “I will steal you!”

Unsure of how to react, you began to laugh and attempted to untangle yourself from his arms. “No, no, prințesă. Give me a kiss and I will let you go, yes?” You laughed harder, caught off guard by his sudden brashness. Your giggles died when you looked to Steve. His eyes were dark and clouded with anger.

“Put her down, Pietro,” Steve said, his voice low and protective.

“Oh, come on, Cap! Let the kid have some fun,” Tony teased, setting a hand on Steve’s arm.

“The kid can have all the fun he wants with someone else’s girl,” Steve growled, shaking Tony’s hand off, “but he needs to put mine down.”

Pietro hurriedly set you on your feet and you stumbled forward, focused on Steve. He reached out to steady you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Are you okay, doll?”

“FUCKING FINALLY,” Natasha burst out, more awake than she’d been all morning. “HOLY SHIT. YOU TWO HAVE BEEN FUCKING FOR SIX MONTHS, THREE WEEKS, AND FIVE FUCKING DAYS. YOU’VE BEEN SUBTLE AS FUCK.”

Bucky began to laugh, doubling over in his chair as the rest of the team stared at Natasha in astonishment. “You both knew?” Tony shouted, turning to watch Bucky fall to the ground. “You both knew about this?” he continued, gesturing widely as Steve held you to his chest. “And didn’t say anything? What the hell?”

“Are you actually surprised Steve told me, Tony?” Bucky asked, finally composing himself enough to stand back up.

Tony shot a questioning glare at Natasha. “She’s a loud fucker,” she explained casually and Steve’s chest began to shake with laughter while you tried to disappear into his arms.

“Language, Nattie,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against Steve.

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Take A Selfie (Avengers Imagine)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x Reader

“I’m thinking England, maybe.” ~ (Y/N) (L/N)

IMAGINE: Traveling around the world on vacation with Bucky while he takes selfies and sends them to Steve.

Warnings: None A/N: Sorry it’s so short and I wanted to point out that I don’t know where the guards with big furry hats (Bearskins I believe they’re called) are actually at but I’ve heard they’re from England. Requested by anonymous

You gave a full-hearted laugh as Bucky looked down at his phone, you could clearly see a picture of him taking a photo with the Eiffel Tower behind him.

He had been doing this all week, the two of you needed a rest from the constant back to back missions you’ve been getting, you were surprised they allowed the two of you to do this.

Clint had retired a long time ago, he was with his family and Natasha who was still getting over the whole Civil War incident that had happened only a few months ago, so of course the missions were all piled up on you. Bucky had chosen to go back into the cryostasis chamber, but a few months later Steve had asked for them to release him, knowing well enough that he wouldn’t harm anyone any more, not even you.

“He sent me an emoji.” Bucky stated. You looked away from the plane’s windows and plucked the phone out of his hands, politely. “About how many selfies have you taken?” You clicked the home button and clicked the photos icon.

He had taken a lot, a few of you were scattered in there too which caused an enlightened grin to form on your lips.

“Oh, God Bucky. You’re so cute in this one.” You turned the photo back to him and he laughed too. It was the one he had taken at Belgium while running away from a cop. You don’t even remember what he had done to cause one to chase him, but it was sure as hell funny.

You sent that one to Steve before handing the phone back to Bucky. “Where to?” He said, glancing out of the window to see the clouds reflecting the beautiful colors of the sunset.

“I’m thinking England, maybe. You could take a picture with those weird guards that never move.” You replied. Bucky grinned at the thought of taking a photo with them and their furry hats.

“Defiantly, let’s go there. What do think will happen if I take their hats?“ You smiled at Bucky. “Don’t even think about it.” Bucky threw a smirk at you and winked. “Wasn’t planning on it, doll.” He joked.

Steve heard the sound of his phone ring, causing him to chuckle as he read it was a message from Bucky.

He unlocked the phone and expected to see another photo of Bucky doing something crazy, but instead it was a picture of you.

You were glancing out of the window, a smile on you lips which made him assume Bucky had said something funny to you.

Bucky: You know, Stevie, I think I just fell in love with her all over again.

*gifs don’t belong to me*

Steve Rogers/Captain America Imagine

Title: When We Were Young Character: Steve X Fem!Reader Song to listen to (if any): When We Were Young by Adele Summary: After a shower, reader looks at all of the scars on her body from the war and remembers herself and Steve at that time. //

Y/N took a step out of the shower, quickly reaching for a towel as the cold, sharp air hit her naked body.

Drying herself off, she stared at the ugly, vulgar reminders of her time during the war, most of the scars on her body reflected everything she hated about herself. How many innocent lives she killed, how she always thought what she was doing was the right thing.

She let a small smile form on her face, remembering the first time she saw the star spangled man with a plan, it seemed like so long ago-when they were young.

She chuckled, how could she have been so blind to not realise the love she had for him the moment she saw him? How could she think that what she was doing was right?

‘You look like a movie You sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

She let a tear slip from her eye, something she had been doing a lot lately. Steve was so important to her, and she couldn’t believe how he had dismissed everything she had done-everything she once was.

'I was so scared to face my fears Nobody told me that you’d be here’

After she was put under the ice, she never dreamed of seeing him again-and then she met Tony Stark around 70 years later-heck, that was a crazy day.

Y/N and Steve soon reunited, she remembered that, too.

Y/N was so fortunate to have the Avengers in her life, the way Tony took her in, how Wanda treated her so kindly, how Clint watched out for her, how Natasha would take a bullet for her, how Buck would never let her go anywhere without protection.

She was most fortunate for Steve, how he loved her, and how she loved him.

She ran the soft towel over her rough skin and touched on one scar that she’d never forget about- the day her and Steve got married and someone just decided to blow something up. She grinned again, and let out a small, but loud laugh.

“Doll, are you okay?”, Y/N shot her head up at the sound of Steve’s voice rang through her ears.

“Yeah, I’m alright-be out in a second!”

She pulled the towel around herself tight and unlocked the door, meeting the eyes of her captain.

'You still look like a movie You still sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

//

This was my first little imagine that I’ve written, so if you so happen to be reading this, I hoped you enjoyed! I don’t write too much, but if you’d like to request or pop in an idea for any fandom whatsoever I’d be grateful! Cheers 😄 ~Alannah.

Worth It - Bucky Barnes

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

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

(Masterlist)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

peter parker + “stay there. i’m coming to get you.”

words: 222

warnings: mentions an argument with the reader’s father and language

note: okay, so i imagined peter being older than he is in civil war

You hate doing this to him, calling him so late at night while you’re so upset, but you don’t know who else you’re supposed to call. The ringing stops after a few moments, but the only sound on the other side of the line is shuffling and a low grunt.

“P - Pete?” you ask uncertainly.

“Y/N?” he asks slowly. You can tell that you’ve woken him up. “What’s wrong?”

You wipe the stray tears from your cheeks, trying to gather yourself a little so you can explain why the hell you’ve called Peter at some god awful hour of the night.

“I um, I got in another fight with my dad… I’m sorry, I just didn’t know who else to call,” you say, voice wavering with each word.

“Where are you?” Peter asks, ignoring your apology - he doesn’t need it.

“Just around the corner from my house,” you tell him, glancing at the nearby street signs.

“Stay there,” he states. “I’m coming to get you.”

You sigh, beginning to argue, “Peter, you don’t have to -”

“I’m coming to get you,” he repeats, cutting you off. “Just stay safe until I’m there, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, knowing there’s no use in arguing with him.

He’d do anything for you, even when you call him in the middle of the night crying, especially then.

For anon

Nina clung to her father desperately. They had been fortunate enough to get back to America unnoticed. The little girl’s cheeks were stained with tears and snot. She hadn’t stop crying since the incident.

Out of fright, Nina had made the animals go into a slight frenzy. In the confusion, a guard accidentally let the arrow fly from his bow. Having seen it, her mother threw Nina to the side before the arrow plunged into her heart. Shaken, but realizing the need to get his daughter safe, Erik had grabbed Nina and left.

Now the pair was standing in front of a large mansion. The moon was high in the sky. As if sensing them, the door opened to reveal his old friend. Charles greeted them with a somber expression. Erik, while holding Nina on his hip, walked over to him.

“I don’t suppose you already looked,” Erik rasped, half-hoping he did so he didn’t have to say it. Charles nodded. He licked his lips, eyes tearing up. “I am so sorry, Erik. Come on in.”

Charles wheeled into the house, the two following. Nina wiped her hand against her nose before resting her head on her father’s shoulder.

“I’ve already set up a room for the two of you,” Charles explained quietly, “It’s your old room, actually.” Erik nodded, chest still heavy. Charles spun to face him. “I suggest the two of you sleep. Then we can talk in the morning.” Erik nodded again. He spoke, voice coming out shaky, “Thank you, Charles.”

The man smiled while giving a nod. Without another word, Charles spun back around, continuing to lead the pair through the quiet halls.

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