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“Do you remember our first kiss?” Tony asked out of the blue when he came out of the shower. Steve looked up from his drawing and over to Tony. “Yeah, yeah, I do, but only vaguely. But I do remember it was the worst kiss I have ever had.”

Tony turned his head violently and stared at Steve with his mouth open slack. Worst kiss? He defiantly did not remember it like that. He was the best at giving kisses.

“What do you mean by the worst kiss? For the record, I’m an excellent kisser. If anything, you were the terrible one. You kept doing weird things with your tongue.”
“No, I didn’t. you were the one who started sobbing and sniffling.”

Okay, he had to be making that up. Tony would never cry during a kiss. Steve is just trying to change the story.

“What makes you so certain that I was being the weird one?” Tony asked narrowing his eyes.

“What makes you think you weren’t. You were always weird.”

“No, I wasn’t. You know what, I have enough of this. Let’s ask someone who was actually there. FRIDAY, can you tell Pepper to come into the room please?” Tony said not breaking eye contact with Steve.

“Yes, boss.”
Pepper came into the room not soon later. “Pepper, you were there August 23rd, 1989, when I and Steve had our first kiss,” Tony said turning his head to Pepper
“Yeah, why?”

“Did anything weird happen? And if so who and what.”
“Oh, that’s easy. You, Tony, kept your eyes open and licked his lips, not in a nice way. And you Steve, bit both of his lips after you kissed him.”

Both of their faces dropped, showing nothing but shock and embarrassment. Pepper left the room laughing while Steve scratched the back of his head. Tony pursed his lips into a paper-thin smile, while Tony clambered into bed with him.

“I think it’s better than no one finds out about that.” Tony huffed

“Agreed.”

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Bucky was in the shower and called for Steve to hand him the shampoo. He happily did so but stayed and watched Bucky move about in the shower.
He was humming his favorite song and washing his hair. Just as he was rinsing, Bucky let out a moan that sent shivers down Steve’s spine.

Bucky came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, but his V-line was still visible. He raised an eyebrow at a gawping Steve Rogers and his eyes trailed down to his crotch.

“Did I do that?” he pointed at Steve’s very obvious and awkward boner.

Steve looked down and he didn’t even notice he was hard. He tried to laugh it off, but Bucky had other plans.
“Bed. Clothes off. Now.”
Steve obeyed and laid on the bed. Bucky followed and straddled Steve and kissed him dearly. His eyes dropped to Steve’s cock and grabbed it.

Steve let out a groan as Bucky slid up and down his hard length. He kept stroking him until Steve straggled a cry in the back of his throat and spilled into Bucky’s hand. He brought his hand up for Steve to lick and went on his back. Steve went on his stomach between Bucky’s legs. He stroked his balls with one hand and while holding the base of his cock, he pressed the tip of his tongue to him.

Steve sucked in a breath and worked his mouth on Bucky’s length. He was so close but pulled up Steve’s head before he could cum. He did need to be able to do another round. “Stomach,” Bucky ordered. And lubed up Steve’s arse.

“You ready?” Steve gave a very quick nod in the pillow before Bucky slammed into him.

He kept doing so until he saw Steve’s cock twitched and cum all over the sheets. Bucky frowned a bit because they only just washed the sheets, but that thought got brushed away quickly when his brow furrowed, his breath caught, and came deep in Steve’s arse. He gave his last thrusts before pulling out and rolling over on the bed next to Steve.

“That was great.” Steve chuckled

“Yeah, kinda pissed off about the sheets though. Might have to start making you wear a condom.” Bucky joked but being half-serious.

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Nat had been hit in the middle of battle. She let out a bloodcurdling scream that caught the attention of Wanda. She turned back and saw Nat clutching her stomach in pain and stagger to the ground. Wanda quickly flew over to cradle Nat’s body. She was pumping blood out liters every minute. Wanda tried to plug the bleed with her hand but no such luck. Nat’s face was turning pale, and tears streamed down Wanda’s face.

“It’s going to be okay Wanda.” Nat barely managed without choking and grasped Wanda’s bloody hand. “I promise.”

“No, it’s not. I-I can’t lose you too.” Nat went to wipe away her tears, smearing some blood on her cheek.

“I will always be with you, but you have to let me go.” Nat let out a violent cough that resulted in her coughing up blood. “I’m sorry, Wanda. I will always love you.” And those were the last words Nat’s croaked.

I love you.
It was the first and last time Wanda would ever hear that fall from Nat’s lips. She howled while cradling Natasha’s lifeless body. It took three people to try and make Wanda let go, but they failed miserably. She didn’t want to let her go, after all the time they spent together, the times they were there for each other. She wasn’t going to leave her now.

“Wanda.” A hand touched her shoulder, but she didn’t look back. “Wanda, you need to let go of Nat.” She looked back her eyes red from crying. Steve was towering over her with a depressing look on his face. He was also clearly upset at Nat’s passing, but not as much as Wanda.

“I’m not leaving her.”

“I know, but they need to take her body. Then we can have a proper funeral. It’s what she would have wanted.”
Wanda felt sudden rage course through her veins. “You have no idea what she wanted. If she got what she wanted, she wouldn’t have been fighting here in the first place. She would be at home, with a family that cared for her. So don’t tell me what she would have wanted.” Wanda turned back to Nat, only to find out she wasn’t there.

“Where is she?” Wanda scowled
“As I said, they need to take her body for a bit, then you can bury her.”

“No.” she was about to storm off in search of Nat until Steve wrapped his arms around her. She could have overpowered him easily, but she didn’t. she just wept into his chest. Wanda was like a sister to Steve and seeing her like this, chipped away at his soul.

“She told me that she loved me and now she will never say it again. First Pietro and now Nat. I can’t do this anymore. She sobbed. Steve took Wanda inside and T’Challa allowed them to stay in the lab until she was okay.

“When Pietro died.” Wanda sniffed “Nat was there. She looked after me when I got so low, I didn’t see a way out. She made sure I ate, drank, and slept. Hugged me when I cried, kissed me when I needed her. How am I supposed to move on without her?”

“You won’t. no one moves on when they see the person they love get killed. It makes everything hurt. When I lost Peggy, I went down a dark alley. But Sam was there for me. So, I ask you, Wanda, will you let me be your Sam?” He asked giving her a slight nudge. Wanda’s lip quivered a bit.

“You would do that for me? Why?”

“Because that’s what friends do.” She pulled Steve into a tight hug.
“Thank you.”

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Steve and Natasha have been dating for a couple of months. But they kept their relationship away from work. The team already wanted the two of them to be together and bring it up any opportunity they get.

When are the two of you getting married? You two should just kiss already. You know world peace will be restored when you two date, are just some of the things they would say, mostly from Tony and Clint though. They gave up trying after a while.

They did eventually, but not at the hands of the team, but because they did like each other very much. But after a few months of dating, they felt very guilty for not telling the team, and Natasha felt the guiltiest for not telling, her best friend, Clint. They knew the team wouldn’t be surprised that they are dating but they did have to tell them soon. It was a few days later at a meeting when they did.

“Right, does anyone have anyone have any questions before we go?” Tony asked. Steve and Nat exchanged looks before Steve stood up. “I do, well it's more of a statement than a question. We have something to tell you.”

“We?”

“Yes, we. I and Nat are dating.” Everyone was silent the laughter ripped through the room.

“Yeah right, really funny joke guys,” Clint said wiping tears from his eyes

“No, we are being completely serious,” Nat said with a serious face

“And I’m the last to know about it?” Clint said shoving away a pang of hurt.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Nat winced

“So Black Widow and Captain America dating. Who would have thought it? Oh wait, we did. On multiple occasions. Thor, you owe me 20 bucks.” Tony cheeked

“Wait, you bet on us?”

“Yup.” Thor said popping the ‘p.’ “Never thought I would lose though. So did we have anything to do with the two of you coupling?”

“Not entirely, no. We already liked each other, so we thought why not. But don’t credit yourself.”
“Right, okay. Regardless, I can hear wedding bells in the future.” Clint cooed

“God, Clint, shut up.” Nat laughed

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Interrupt me one more time. I dare you.” Bucky growled. He was just trying to read in peace and Natasha wouldn’t leave him alone.

“Or what? What will you do to me, James Buchanan Barnes?” Nat said with her voice heavy with seduction. Bucky loved it when she called him by his full name. It turned him on a lot. He could feel his jeans getting tighter at the groin by the minute.

“Just interrupt me again, and you will regret it.” Nat was feeling adventurous today. She pranced behind him and quickly snatched the book from his hands before running through the apartment, giggling. “Oh, so you want to play now?” Bucky mumbled.

He chased her down and pinned her down to the bed. He lightly took the book from his hands, all while brushing his lips against hers. He knew he was turning her on when she began fidgeting underneath him. Nat kept inching towards his face, but he was pulling back, teasing her. She groaned and pulled him down, kissing him roughly. Bucky dropped the book and pulled off his shirt. Nat did the same and her boobs jutted out. Bucky couldn’t help but ogle and Nat smirked.

Bucky’s hand trailed down to the seam of her underwear and began snapping at the elastic before he delved two fingers into her wet folds. Nat’s breath hitched as Bucky kept pumping in and out, curling up. Her whole body jerked harshly when his thumb grazed over her clit and let out a loud moan. She came with a shout and her legs began to shake. Bucky ran his hands up and down her legs, soothing them until the shakes were gone.

Nat was going to flip him over to return the favor, but Bucky stopped her. “No doll. I’m in charge today. Teach you a lesson about interrupting me. You remember the safe word?” Nat raised her eyebrows at Bucky. She liked this dominant side to Bucky.
“Yeah, purple.” Bucky reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a condom. He ripped open the package and slid it over his hard cock. He stroked himself to stay hard, which he didn’t really need to do.

He was a hard as a rock.

He slowly pushed into her, groaning with every inch he went in until he couldn’t move in any further. He moved at a small pace to avoid coming like a virgin teenager then he sped up. Nat was moaning words of encouragement into his ears as she approached her second orgasm, but Bucky didn’t slow down the frantic movements of his hips. He knew if she wanted to stop, she would say the safe word, or if he saw she was physical couldn’t anymore, he would stop.
“You okay, doll?” Bucky asked while still driving rhythmically into her

“Yes.” Was all she managed as she rocketed through her third orgasm and let out a keening the filled the room. He lifted her leg over his shoulder and drove in deeper. Nat was moaning unapologetically loud, and Bucky laughed, he was just glad he could get her there.

Pleasure threatened to overwhelm him and after a couple of thrusts, he roared his release so loudly it echoed off the walls. He braced him over Nat’s body before slipping out of her and rolling over on the bed. He took off and tied off the condom before throwing it away.
“When you said I’ll regret it, that’s not what I had in mind.” Natasha gasped

“Yeah, me neither. I was just going to make you do the dishes.”

“No, you weren’t, you’re a sadist freak.” Nat laughed giving him a playful punch

“Okay, maybe not. But this was the aim of your game.”

“Maybe. But if this is what I get for interrupting you, I don’t mind do that every day.”

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Tony would always come home drunk, reeking of alcohol. Pepper would always be there to take care of him, but she wasn’t a big fan of doing so. She understood that he just found who killed his parents, so she let it slide for the first few times. But it would happen one too many times.

He would take out the suit blackout drunk and Pepper was constantly fearing whether he would come back alive or not. This happened for the last time. Tony woke up late in the afternoon, eyes hazy and head pounding.

It was possibly the worst hangover he had ever had. He went down to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee when he saw Pepper talking to someone on the phone, pacing the living room. Tony offered her a cup and all she did was scoff.

“Is this some kind of joke to you? Where you get drunk constantly, where you take the suit out and have yourself plastered all over the internet?” She pulled up multiple tabs that showed Tony being an absolute idiot.

“I get you found out who killed your parents, I really do. But you continue to drink irresponsibly and do death-defying shit like this, you are going to end up meeting them soon. I’m sorry, but that’s the hard truth.”

“You are yelling so loud right now; I can barely hear myself think. So, tone it down a bit.” Her face said it all.

“So, you do think this is a joke? Well, I’m sorry, I cannot sit back and watch you do this to yourself. I’m going for a walk.”

Tony dashed his cup on the counter, not caring about the mess it made. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed deeply. Pepper was the only one who truly understood him, and he was carelessly throwing it away like it was nothing. He needed to fix up. He could do some on his own, he would need Pepper.

He cleaned up the coffee mess, got rid of all the empty bottles in the tower, and repaired all the suits he damaged. Now he had fixed the physical, he needed to fix the mental. He waited for Pepper to come back and sat her down.

He apologized for all the wrongs he had done and swore to fix them with her help. Pepper agreed to do so, only under the terms that he would stop the reckless behavior. They had a deal and shook on it.

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Carol would always go on extra-terrestrial missions. She would leave late at night and return late in the afternoon, covered in battle scars. They didn’t phase her at all, but they did phase Maria. She would just shake her head and shield Monica’s eyes from the sight. They barely got to see Carol during the day and had to stay up late just to see her move about and talk. But there were some days when she would stay at home for the whole days, but they were rare, and when she wouldn’t come home for days. She finally came home from one of those days and Maria was still up with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Late night again?” Maria asked

“Yeah, the Skrulls were being attacked, so I had to go help.”

“These Skrulls are always in some sort of trouble. They need a better defensive team.”
“Well, they gave me, so they can use me at their dispense.”

“Don’t you get this? Any of this?” Maris said putting her cup down.
Carol furrowed her eyebrows “Get what?”

“This! When you leave late at night, don’t come back for hours. We rarely see you anymore. It’s like when we thought you were dead. Monica used to ask when’s auntie Carol coming home? I thought when you came back, she wouldn’t ask anymore, but she still does.”

“That’s not fair. I still have to do my job. I can’t just stop.”
“You can make sure that you don’t come back at crazy times of the day.”

“But- “

“There are no buts. You are hurting me; you are hurting us, don’t you understand? No one is telling you that you can’t do what you do. You were gone for years and I just want you to be here. I’m going to bed, give you some time to think this over.”

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The next morning, Carol made Maria and Monica breakfast. She wasn’t the best cook, but she tried her best. “What’s this?” Maria asked rubbing her eyes, while Monica jumped at the breakfast.

“A peace offering. After what you said last night, I spoke to the Skrulls and they said they could handle things from here on out. They will only contact me if they seriously need me.”

“So, you are going to be here more often?” Monica chipped
“That’s right.” Carol smiled
“I’m glad you took my words to heart.”

“Thanks for that by the way. I would have never known if you hadn’t had told me.”
“It’s okay. I’m just glad you came to your senses.” Maria took a bit out of the food Carol made and chewed very slowly
“It’s horrible, isn’t it?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say it's good.” She emptied the contents of her mouth into a paper towel. “I don’t think you should cook again.”
“You could teach me, now I have all this time?”
“Of course. I would love to.”

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It was the attack on New York. They were trying to track down the location of the tesseract when multiple explosions hit the Heli carrier. Nat was trapped in the control room with Bruce on the verge of hulking out.
He did, but she managed to get away unscathed. She made her way to Maria. She had a shard of shrapnel embedded into the side of her chest from the explosion. Her breathing was labored and groaned at every breath she took. She collapsed to the ground, clutching her side, gasping for air. Nat ran to her side.

“Maria, hey look at me. Breathe. Can we get some help here? please?”

Maria tried to talk, but they turned into small gasps. Medics carried Maria out of the room into the med bay. They told Nat she couldn’t come inside, no matter how hard she protested. She sat outside the med bay anxiously that felt like hours until Fury stood in front of her.

“Is she?” her voice trailed off. Fury shook his head. “No. she’s still alive. She has a punctured lung, a few broken ribs, scratches, and bruises. Other than that, she is doing perfectly well. You can go see her.” Nat didn’t need to be told twice. She rushed over to Maria’s bedside and hugged her.

“Don’t ever do that to me again. You scared me.”
“I’m sorry. But you know I always come out of these things alive, whether I want to or not.”
“They said punctured lung.”

“Yeah, I have had first. Um, Nat. you are kind of smothering me.” Nat quickly pulled away and apologized “Right sorry. I really hate to leave you, but after I sort our Barton, we have to go kiss ass on the ground. You know how it is.”

“That’s okay. Just come back to me in one piece.”

“I will.”

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Carol wasn’t in her usual chipper moods anymore. She was moping and zoned out whenever someone spoke to her. She would visit Brun every now and then and even she noticed it. She would try to cheer her up by telling jokes and taking her places, but it only did so much. Then an idea popped into Brun’s mind. On Carol’s next visit, Brun surprised Carol with a bowl of food. Not just any food, Mac and Cheese. Carol always mentioned how much she loved Mac and Cheese, so Brun had to do this for her.

“Is that what I think that is?” Carol said pointing at the bowl on the table
“Yup. A freshly made bowl of Mac and cheese.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I know, but you have been so down lately, so I made you some Mac and Cheese.”
“You are the best.”
“I know I am.”

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Tony and Peter quietly tried to sneak into the house, covered head to toe in mud. They had gotten into quite the tussle with the pigs and they knew Steve wouldn’t approve of the mess. He was sleeping on the couch, snoring loudly. Peter giggled slightly, but Tony hushed him. They managed to get halfway up the stairs when Steve cleared his throat, and he was standing behind them. “So, anyone wants to care to tell why you are covered in mud?” He said folding his arms across his chest

“Would you believe us if I told you a car drove into a muddy puddle, while we happened to be standing there?” Tony tried to make up an excuse
“Peter?” He knew Tony wasn’t going to say anything, so he moved on the Peter
“We were playing with the pigs and they started then they started to splash around in the mud and tackling us. It was so fun, Dad, you should have joined us.” Peter said all jittery

“I think I’m quite glad that I didn’t.” Steve looked up to Tony “The pigs. Really?” Steve glared. “Out of all the animals we have, you chose the messiest ones.”
“In our defense, the pigs came at us first.” Tony tried to counter but Steve scowled
“You are lucky I’m in a good mood otherwise I would have made you stand outside while I hose you down. You are going to need a shower though. You guys reek.” Steve grimaced then pinched her nose. She let Peter upstairs and scrubbed him down. Even though he protested against it, he didn’t want to go to bed smelly.

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“You know I’m still mad at you?”
“Why?”
“You tracked in mud, now the carpet stinks and is dirty.” Steve frowned
“I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arms around his midsection “What can I do to make it up to you?”
“One of two things. One of them involves being naked and the other is scrubbing the carpet clean. Guess which one I pick.”
Tony sighed “The cleaning one.”
Steve grinned widely at Tony. “That’s right. Those carpets aren’t going to clean themselves.” He handed him the soap and brush and read a book.

“Dad?” Tony turned his head away from the TV to look at Peter
“Yes?”
“Can you help me with this schoolwork?”
“What work is it?”
“Maths."

“This ought to be interesting. I am horrible at maths, but your father isn’t. He can help you.”
“Tony, you know I am not good at Math. You know literally everything.” Steve said in a whisper
“Oh, I know. I just wanted to see you sweat it.”

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Sif and Loki were on a walk. The cold was crispy, and the snow fell from the sky. As the snow was crunching beneath their boots, Sif had an idea. She let Loki walk a few steps in front of her and bend down to ball the snow in her hands. Loki turned back, saw the mischievous grin on Sif’s face, and looked at the snowball in her hand.

“Don’t you dare throw that snow – “

It landed right in the middle of Loki’s face. Sif fell about laughing, clutching her chest “You are going to pay for that.” Loki growled

“You should see your face right now.” Sif laughed “You look absolutely ridiculous.” Loki wiped his face clean and walked over to Sif. He bent down to kiss her but instead, smashed a snowball to her face. “You should see YOUR face.”

“That’s not fair. Now my face is cold.” She frowned in a child-like way and folded her arms tightly

“Oh Sif, you know I’m only playing, and besides.” Loki bent down to ball up another chunk of snow and shrugged. “What’s a bit of snow to you anyway?”

“Loki, don’t you dare, not it in the face again.” And of course, it hit her in the face

“Oh, it is on.”

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Thor was taking Sif out for a driving lesson. It’s the first time she had even been behind a wheel and she certainly not nervous, right? She sat in the car, her hands on the wheel and her head over the steering wheel. Thor just looked at her, waiting to see her next move. They sat in silence, not moving for moments before Sif turned to look at Thor’s giggling face.

“What is so funny?” she said, narrowing her eyes

“Well, first off, your head shouldn’t be that far forward, you look like an old lady driving. You will go flying out the windshield if you break. Second of all, you don’t have your seatbelt on. First mistake. And last, of all, the car isn’t even on.”

“No need to act like such a smart arse about everything.” She corrected all the things then turned on the car
“Now, step on the accelerator.” He said slowly as if he was speaking to a child
“I swear to god, talk to me like a child again and I will ram your car into a wall,” Sif growled

They started to move at a very slow pace. Thor just leaned back in his seat, watching his foot press so lightly on the gas. “You know, we can go a bit faster. No one will die if you do. Well, I think so anyway.”

“I am moving at a safe speed, if you have a problem with it, get out.” And then they stopped at a traffic light.
“Well, I can’t, can I?

“Exactly, so shush.” Someone behind them honked their horn three times and said some not-so-nice words. Sif stuck her hand out the window and flipped them off. Thor just laughed. “Now do you see why you have to speed up?”

“Oh, you want me to speed up?” she scoffed
“Yes, I do.” He said feeling unsure

“Okay then.” When the light turned green, she changed the gear and put her foot down hard. They were zooming down the road at 70 mph. Thor quickly grabbed the ‘oh shit’ handle and tried not to hit his head on the dashboard. “Sif, slow down. You are going to get us pulled over.”

“But I thought you wanted to go fast.”
“Not this fast.” She slammed her foot down on the brakes and Thor went flying forward. Thankfully, his seat belt stopped him from flying out the window, but he did get a small bump on his head.

“Out. Now.” Sif happily obliged, not wanting to drive anymore, to begin with.
“You are never driving again. You must have some death wish or something.”

“I would do it all over again, just to see the look on your face. Priceless.” She smirked

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He had just kissed Sharon. He knew it was wrong, but he still did it. He pulled away and murmured ‘shit,’ under his breath, and walked back to the car. He looked back to Sam and Bucky their faces full of disappointment. “Don’t tell Nat. Just not until I talk to her. Things are complicated.” Bucky felt somewhat of uncertainty, but they just nodded their heads as Steve drove off to the airport.

Stuff went hey-wire and it resulted in a firefight at the airport. Sam and Bucky ended up in a terminal, running and it was in the middle of the running when Sam looked over to Bucky as if the guilt were eating him up. “Bucky, I know what you’re thinking. You told Steve you wouldn’t say anything.”

“I know, but Sam. Things aren’t complicated between them. He kissed Sharon because he wanted to. He isn’t going to tell Natasha; someone has got to tell her.”
Sam sighed. He wasn’t going to be able to win this argument.
“Bucky, I can’t tell you what to do but if he doesn’t tell Nat by the time all this is over, then feel free to do so, but wait.”

After the mess at the airport, Sam, Bucky, Nat, and Steve escaped to Wakanda. T’Challa offered them hospitality for a while before they went on the lam. Bucky couldn’t even look at Nat without feeling guilty for not telling her. When she was alone, Bucky decided that now was the best time to tell.

“Hey, Bucky. You, okay?” Nat asked in her usual soft voice
“Yeah, I just need to talk to you about something.”
“Sure, what about?”
“You didn’t hear this from me, but Steve kissed Sharon, yesterday. Before we left for the airport. He said things were complicated between the two of you, but I just thought I should tell you.”

Her smile dropped “Maybe, it was just an accidental peck on the lips?” she said stuttering slightly

“No, it wasn’t. I don’t want to say too much, but it’s best if Steve explains.” Bucky her a meek smile before leaving
The color went from her face. Steve kissed Sharon. She had her suspicions about the two of them, but she didn’t think that they were just friends. She didn’t think she would have to worry about them, and they kissed. And he was keeping it from her.

Nat needed to confront Steve before she blew her top. Steve was standing in the lab, looking out of a window and Nat joined him.
“Hey, Steve.”
“Hey, Nat.”
“Do you have something to tell me?”

Steve obviously did, but he tried to make it look like he was thinking about it. “Umm, not that I can remember.”
“Wanna try that again?” she said folding her arms. He was done for now.
“Nat. I-.”
“No. You kissed Sharon and you didn’t think to tell me. And before you tell me that it was ‘just a kiss,’ it sure didn’t look like it.”
“Wait, who told you?”
“That doesn’t matter right now. You didn’t think the first thing to tell me was that you kissed another woman. And to add on, you denied it.”
“I didn’t deny anything.”

“I asked you if you had anything to tell me and you told me no.
“Nat, I’m sorry. It was-,”
“It was a mistake; I didn’t mean for it to happen. I have heard all that before. Steve, I trusted you, I loved you, all for you to just throw it away. Because what? Because I chose Tony. Steve, I agreed with what you said, but you went about it the wrong way. 117 countries signed the Accords. I had no choice but to sign.”

“But you had the choice to agree with me, but you didn’t. I’m your boyfriend, Nat, you are supposed to support me.”
“So, because we didn’t agree on something, that gives you the right to go kiss whoever the fuck you want? You don’t see me kissing Tony, do you? You know what, fuck you, Steve.”
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“Which one of you told Nat? Because the two of you were the only ones who saw the kiss between me and Sharon.” Sam and Bucky exchanged looks before Bucky spoke.
“It was me,” Bucky said
“WHY?!”

“Steve, you should have told her minute you saw her, but you didn’t. I’m starting to think that wouldn’t have even told her to begin with.”
“I was and now you have ruined my relationship with Nat. She isn’t talking to me now, so I hope you are happy.”
“Steve, you did that when you kissed Sharon.”
“Is this because the two of you used to date? Is that it? You couldn’t handle seeing the two of us together happily, and you wanted to break us up, so you could be with her again?”
“I would never do something like that. That would be too low to do to you. Stop being so hostile and admit you did something wrong. This has nothing to do with the fact we dated. And If it were, I would have done much worse than tell her about the kiss.”

Sam was just seeing the whole thing go down. If it were any other situation, he would be laughing his head off. Possibly even recording, but he wanted to check on Natasha. He slipped away from the conversation and went to find Nat. she was sitting in a dark room, with a drink in hand and a blank expression plastered on her face. She didn’t know what or how to feel.

“Hey, now I read somewhere that drinking alone in the dark is bad luck, so I’ve come to join you.” He joked, trying to get her to smile. Her lips turned up slightly into a small smile. He sat opposite her and clasped his hands on the table. “How are you feeling?”
“Like shit. I don’t understand why he kissed her in the first place.” She said as she took a long swig of her drink.
“I don’t understand either.”

“You know, I even told myself that I shouldn’t worry about the two of them and that they were just friends. And then this happens. I sacrificed my freedom only to find out he kissed another woman.” It was pure silence before Sam spoke again.
“You know they are fighting for you. Making quite the noise.”
“For me or over me? I can’t tell the difference anymore.”
“Definitely over. Steve thinks, Bucky only told you because he wants to get back together with you.”

“Well, that’s stupid. I left Bucky for a reason. I don't want to go back to him. Ever.” They could hear the shouting from the room. Natasha sighed deeply and lurched over onto her feet. “I’ll be back. Someone needs to knock some sense into those knuckleheads. Thanks for the talk.” She walked over to the two of them and put her hands on her hips. It took a while for them to realize she was standing there, but when they saw her, the room went so silent you could hear a pin drop.

“Steve, you are in no place to blame Bucky for telling me. He was doing what you couldn’t.”

“Oh, ho, oh. So, you do want to get back together with Bucky. I should have known.”

Natasha gave a quick slap across the face. Hard. So hard, it lest an imprint of her hand. “Don’t you dare? Don’t you dare turn this back on me? Your ego is so inflated, that you can’t see that you were the one in the wrong. Forgiving you is going to be so much harder. So much harder. I don’t even know if I want to anymore.”

She turned her back, tear welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She started to walk back to the room when Steve calls out after her. “Nat wait.” He grabbed her arm, but she pulled back violently.
“Don’t touch me.” And she was gone

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The digital clock beside her bed read 6:11 when Sif woke up. She blinked and stared at the ceiling. She turned and looked to Loki to her side and saw Loki’s resting face, breathing steadily. He was sleeping like a saint on sepulcher. She stroked his shoulder with her fingertips, and he stirred slightly and snuffled, but he didn’t wake up. She kissed his shoulder twice, three times, and he murmured, “You know I’m not asleep, right?”

“Oh really? Why didn’t you say anything then?”

“You seem to be clearly enjoying yourself; didn’t want to bother you.” Loki lifted his head from the pillow so he could kiss her. At the same time, he held her breast and started to gently roll her nipple between his finger and thumb. As her nipple stiffened, he tried to raise himself up, with the intent to climb on top of her, but she sat up and pushed him back down.

“No,” she said “This is me. You’ve earned it.” She got on her knees and straddled him, pinning his wrists to the bed. She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, and the eyelids and the lips, her heavy breasts swinging over his broad chest. She then reached in between his legs and grabbed his erect cock and moved it between her wet folds.
She kept a firm grip on him so he couldn’t penetrate him right away. He tried to buck up his hips, but she held him tighter.
"God, if you knew what you were doing to me." Loki husked out
Finally, she moved her hand, and slowly sank herself down, until he was as far as he could possibly go. She leaned forward so his cock was on the verge of slipping out of her, and they kissed, their tongues fighting as if to show who was more excited. Then she let her hips sink back down, the sensation making her eyes flutter shut.

Their lovemaking quickly grew more and more frantic. Sif wanted to keep it slow and measured right until they reached their climax, but they couldn’t help themselves. Loki held onto her arse cheeks, while she rode his and rode him. He was grunting and she was gasping then her orgasm rose up between her legs and she was shaking and shaking until she screamed, and he let out a passionate grunt

Sif rolled off him and they lay side by side on the bed, sweating and trying to get their breath back. She looked over to the clock and it read 6:27. “Not even twenty minutes.” She smiled. Shoe could feel his warm cum sliding across her thigh. “We have to beat that next time.” He went over to kiss her again, but she pushed him away lightly. “But tomorrow. If we go again, I might not be able to walk,” she smirked

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It was around three in the morning when Steve felt the space of bed next to him dip. He rolled over to see who it was and saw tony. He would often come into bed to Steve whenever he had trouble sleeping. After New York, he would get nightmares, keeping him up at night, making him very tired and cranky in the morning. Steve wrapped his arms around Tony’s middle and pulled him closer. Tony leaned back into Steve’s chest and sighed.

Steve’s warm body warming his and his cool breathe tickling the back of his neck. Steve just radiated comfort. “Are you doing, okay?” His voice gravelly and heavy with sleep

“Yeah, well I think so anyway. Just another nightmare.” He started to play with Steve’s hands around his waist.

“About New York?” Tony just nodded his head, not answering verbally. “Thought so. Same one as before?"
“Yeah.”

“Well, no one is going to hurt you. Not with me here. they will have to get through me first.
“Yeah, yeah they will.”

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Bucky wasn’t big on theme parks. He hated how packed they were and they were constantly noisy. Natasha nearly had to go on her knees and beg for him to go with her. After a lot of promises and compromises, he agreed to go.

They were walking through the park; Bucky mean mugging everyone he saw. He wasn’t exactly a people person. They bought candy floss, churros and shared an ice cream cone. After a bit more walking, Natasha saw a roller coaster. It had just opened, and she was dying to go on it. she unhooked her arm from Bucky’s and stopped walking. Bucky turned back to her, saw what she was staring at, shook his head, and tutted. “Don’t even think about it. We are not going on that ride.”

“Please? It will be fun.”
“For you, maybe. But not me.”
“I thought we agreed on one ride though.”

“Yeah, a ride that doesn’t look crazy. I was thinking more like.” He swiveled his head from left and right and pointed into the far distance. “Like that one.”
“The tea-cup ride? Really? You can’t even classify it as a ride.”
“It’s the only civilized-looking one here.”

“Please? Just this ride and no more.” She stuck out her bottom lip and laced her arms around his neck and scratched the back of his head lightly. He purred quietly because she was scratching his soft spot. This was manipulation and he knew it. “So….”

“Fine, but you owe me.”
They queue up for ages and Bucky hearing the screams of people on the ride was really making him rethink his decision. It is finally their turn and Bucky was nervous as hell. The ride supervisor came round to make sure everyone was buckled in properly. “Do you think you could check mine again? It feels a bit lose.” Bucky said tugging at his safety belt.

“It’s supposed to be a bit lose. Any tighter and when you hit those drops, your lungs will come out your mouth.”
“Great.”
“Calm down, Bucky. You’ll be fine.”

“Of course, I will be.” He flashed her a fake smile and she just laughed. The ride started to move, and Bucky quickly grasped her hand. They climbed to the top of the ‘hill,’ and as they were about to drop, they stopped.
“Why have we stopped?”
“Just wait.”
“What for whaaaa!” They went hurtling down the drop and into a loop. Bucky held onto the handles and screamed for dear life. They went through another set of drops and loops. Bucky lost count of how many times he went upside down. He’s pretty sure he passed out.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Natasha teased when they got off
“Oh, no it wasn’t. Because it was all bad.”
“Drama queen.”
“Whatever. Now, let’s go on the teacups.”

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it was date night. This time it was Tony’s turn to take over things. This means setting things up and cooking dinner. Tony would normally just have someone else cook for him, but Stephen said he had to cook on his own with only the help of a cookbook. This wasn’t his first time cooking obviously, he just didn’t like doing it.

He spent hours in the kitchen trying to make a decent meal for Stephen. Preferably an edible one. Halfway through cooking, Tony realized that he could just order food, make it seem more homemade, and use that. They don't call him a genius for anything.

He ordered food from Le Coucou and had it delivered to the back door so Stephen wouldn’t see it. Tony popped his head around to the living room and saw Stephen’s eyes fixated on his phone. Tony found a small victory in this because he was going to be more than distracted and he could get rid of the takeaway bags. He made a lot of clattering noises to sell the whole thing.

“Dinner is served.” Tony opened out a seat for Stephen to sit. “Tonight, we have marinated local sea bass with savory and sweet peppers and anchovies.”
“You really did all this? I had my doubts considering I have never seen you cook before, but you’ve really outdone yourself. You can almost tell it’s not ordered straight from Le Coucou.”

Tony’s fork hung out his mouth and clattered onto the plate. “How did you know?”
“I’m a sorcerer, Tony. I have the ability to see into the future.”

“I forgot that.”
“And also, our Uber Eats apps are synced up.”

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The press were waiting in the conference room, eagerly waiting for Spider-man. Tony didn’t have Peter because he left, so they had to think of something else. After Happy threw Tony the ring, he followed Pepper into the room with his hands behind his back.

“Hello, people of the media. We are sorry to tell you that Spider-man will not be joining us as he has other duties to attend to.” Pepper said. There were a lot of moans and groans throughout the crowd before Tony jumped in front of the microphone. “Tony, what are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” Tony tapped on the mic to get everyone’s attention.

“Hello everyone, I know everyone is pissed that Spider-man couldn’t be here today, but I have even better news.” Tony got down on one knee and pulled the ring out of his blazer pocket.

“I know you told me not to do this, but Virginia Pepper Potts, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Pepper stood flabbergasted and sort of pissed because she told him not to do this. The whole room stood silent, except for a few cameras clicking, waiting for her answer.

“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
She pulled Tony into a passionate kiss and whispered in his ear. “You ever call me by my full name in front of the press again, we are no longer engaged.”
“Understood Virginia.”

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Bucky had been gone for hours. Just said he was popping out for something, but he didn’t say what. Steve kept calling Bucky, but he wasn’t picking up. Sam said he wasn’t at his and Natasha said he wasn’t at hers either. Just as he was putting on his jacket to report him missing, Bucky walked in. Steve had a look of relief than anger.

“Where the hell were you? You were gone for hours.”
“You can relax now. I’m back.”

“I thought something terrible happened to you. I was going to report you missing.”
“You care too much.” There was a silence in the room that was filled with a meow.
“What was that?”

“What was what?”
“That noise. That meow sound.”
“There was no meow sound. Maybe you’re just hearing things.” The meow came again, but this time from the inside of Bucky’s jacket.

“What’s in your jacket, Bucky?”
“Nothing.”
“Open it up.”

“It’s a bit chilly in here.”
“Then be quick about it.” Bucky sighed and slowly unzipped his jacket and Steve saw a white fluffy cat, curling closer into Bucky’s chest to keep warm.

“A cat. You brought a cat home.”
“He was so cold and meowing at me. Then he started following me. So, I picked him up and brought him home.”

“Is that why you weren’t picking up the phone?”
“Whenever you called, it scared him away, so I turned down the volume. And also, I don’t know how to work the stupid thing.”

“How are we supposed to look after it? We know nothing about cats.”
“We can always learn. And cats are like children, just more tameable.”
“Bucky…”

“Please?” He brought the cat up to Steve’s face, so it was mere centimeters from his face. The cat meowed and Bucky put him in Steve’s hands. Steve looked at the blue-eyed cat, combing a hand through his fur. “What should we call him?”

“I was thinking Alpine.”

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Brun stumbled into the bedroom with her eyes weary and bloodshot red. Loki quickly stood to his feet from where he was reading and caught her before she fell to the floor. He sat her down on the bed and tried to make her make eye contact with him. “You started drinking again? I thought you stopped.”

“I’m not drunk. Just tired.” Every time she spoke, she slurred her words and Loki got a waft of cheap alcohol
“You are drunk. I thought we agreed that you were going to stop.”
“I already said I’m not drunk.”

“This is going nowhere. How about you lay down, get some rest, or go to the bathroom.”
“Bathroom? Why the bathroom?”

“In case you need to be sick.”

“How many times do I need to tell you, I’m not drunk. And I have a better idea.” She leaned into Loki and started giving him sloppy kisses and pulling at the cords of his jogging bottoms. “Brun, you’re drunk.”
“Don’t you know how to listen? I’m not drunk.” Loki took her hands away and brought them to his chest. He put her over his shoulder and took her to the bathroom. Halfway there, she stops walking. She was silent and Loki thought she was going to cry until she was sick all over the floor and her feet. She would cough and retch then be sick once more.

Loki held her hair back, even though some had already gotten in it. he waited for her to be done to strip her of her clothes and put her in the bath. She washed the half-dried sick off her feet, chest, and mouth and let her soak in the water while he cleaned up.

When he finished cleaning, he came back and saw Brun fully submerged in the water, pinching her nose. He lifted her out of the water and put her in a towel.
“I’m sorry. I know we agreed that I wouldn’t drink again. I just… I just wanted to feel numb.”
“Numb? Why numb?”
“All of this. Moving to Earth. Made me realize how real things are.”
“Next time things start to feel real, come to me. Don’t go to the bottle. It will only make you feel worse. Okay?”

“Okay.”

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Thor hadn’t seen Sif all morning. She wasn’t at breakfast, so he thought she just slept in. it was mid-day and Thor was getting quite worried. She never stayed in her room for that long unless something was wrong. He went to her room and pressed an ear to the door. He could hear cluttering and boxes shuffling. When the corridor was clear, he turned the knob and entered the room. He closed the door behind him and when he turned around, it looked like a bomb had gone off in her room. Her clothes were everywhere, and the boxes were all tipped over. He walked further into her room and saw her rummaging through her drawers.

“Sif. Didn’t see you this morning. Is everything alright?” Sif turned around and her face was red and had tears streaming down her face. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t find it. It’s missing. I’ve looked everywhere for it and I can’t find it.”

“What’s missing?”

“The locket.” The locket. Thor had gotten it for her birthday. It had a small picture of the two of them and a lock of his hair. She cherished the thing. “I put it down to shower and now it’s gone.”

“Let me help you find it. It can’t have gone far.” They tidied up the room and still had no luck finding it. Sif went to bed positively upset and cried herself quietly to sleep. But Thor didn’t give up. He kept looking throughout the late hours of the night. He could just buy a new one, but he knew she wouldn’t find the same value in it as before.
He found it tucked between the couch cushions and he smiled. He put it in a small box and left a note that said:

‘I found it. I had Loki put a tracking spell on it, so you won’t lose it again. 😊’
Lots of Love,
Thor

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Steve knew he fucked up bad. Natasha wasn’t speaking to him. Bucky wasn’t speaking to him. He had no one to blame but himself. Bucky was going into cryo-freeze in a couple of days, and then they were on the run. He had two days to sort things out and hoped her would have he would have helped to do so. In the middle of the night, he went to Sam’s room to see if he was asleep. He was lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling with the AC blasting. Steve knocked on the door, twice. Sam looked up to the door and beckoned for Steve to come in. He took a seat on the couch, while Sam sat up.

“Steve, shouldn’t you be asleep? We have to be up early.”

“I know, but I can’t. So much stuff is running through my mind right now.”

“About earlier huh?” Steve nodded. “Well, I hope you know, I don’t condone what you did. You were very much in the wrong.”

“Don’t you think I know that? Why do you think I’m here?”

“Why are you here?”

“For advice. Help me put things right.”

Sam sighed. The things Steve had done, kinda blew up in his face. Bucky would probably forgive him very easily, but Sam was more focused on Natasha. She got hurt the most and would probably take the most effort for her to forgive Steve. He thought for a while until he came up with ways for Steve to redeem himself.

Sam’s plan was simple. He was going to make sure they were alone, talk things out ad hope things didn’t turn into a firefight. Steve went to talk to Bucky first. He was in his room, on the floor doing push-ups. When he heard his door creak, he stopped and turned back to the door. He saw Steve and continued his push-ups. Steve tutted softy but admitted he deserved it.

“Buck, can we talk?”

“Nope. Busy.”

“Please.”

Bucky stopped. He grumbled a few words under his breath before standing to his feet. “What, hm? Do you want to accuse me of sleeping with your girlfriend again? She’s not hiding under the bed, by the way.”

This was going to be harder than he anticipated.

“I came to apologize. I was out of order, yelling and blaming you yesterday. You did the right thing by telling her; something I was being too much of a dick to do. I’m sorry.”
The room fell silent, Bucky guzzling down water, holding his gaze at Steve. “I think that was the first time I have ever heard you use the word ‘dick’ outside a Moby Dick reference.”

“So, is all forgiven?” Bucky’s face warmed up and turned into a smile.

“Of course, it is. But you know I’m not the only one you have to apologize to, if you haven’t already, right?”

“Yeah, I’m working up to it.”

Natasha wasn’t her best. She hadn’t left her room since it happened. She was mad as hell at Steve. So mad, she didn’t even want to see his face again. But something was telling her that she should try and hear him out. That thing is her heart. But her head was telling her to forget everything. Forget Steve. She had followed her heart for way too long and look where it got her. So, she decided to follow her head. In the morning she made plans to ask T’Challa if she could stay in Wakanda indefinitely instead of going with Steve.

It was the right choice, right?

As she made her way to T’Challa, she bumped into Sam on the way. He had a cheeky grin on his face, which meant he was up to something.

“Sam. Is everything okay? You’re really… grinny.”

“What? Oh, I just remembered something funny. But everything isn’t okay.”

“Why is that?”

“I can’t find my googles because Bucky’s hidden them.”

“I’ll help you look.” She fell right into his trap. They were looking up and down for his goggles that were safely tucked away in his room. They came across a closet and they stopped.

“I think it might be in here. The little shit. He knows I’m scared of the dark and he puts it in the darkest room in this place.”

“You’re scared of the dark? Learn something new every day, I guess.” Natasha sighed and went into the small room. Sam shut the door behind her and locked her in. “Sam?” she heard giggling and talking from the other side, presumably from Sam and Bucky. “Funny joke. Really hilarious. Now, let me out.”

“Not until the two of you talk things out.”

“Two of you?” A lamp turned on behind her and Steve was sitting next to it “Oh, fuck no. if the two of you don’t let me out, I’ll kill you with my bare hands when I kick down the door.”

“Nat, please.”

“No. Nope.” She couldn’t even look at him. She just put her hand in his face for him to stop talking. “Don’t even.”

“I’m trying to fix things. I hate it when you don’t talk to me.”

“You did that to yourself when you let your ego talk and make this all about you.”

“I know. I realized I messed up at that moment it happened. I wish I could take it all back. I really do.” Natasha turned to face him, gnawing on her top lip to stop herself from crying.

“Why did you kiss her? Be honest. Is it because you love her?” Steve cupped her face and rubbed the soft skin there.

“Nat, I could never. I fell in love with you, not her. I could never love another woman who isn’t you.”

“But why?”

“I was mad and confused. I thought when you chose Tony, you didn’t love me anymore, and I now understand it was because you did what you thought was right.”

“And now I’m here with you. I followed my heart and it led me to you. I didn’t want to, but I did.”

“I love you, Nat.”
“I love you too, Steve.”

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Maria and Monica had just come in after a long day of playing in the sun. Carol was sitting on the couch, her face red and sweaty, fanning herself with a magazine. Heatwaves were fun at most, but Carol absolutely hated the sun. It made her all hot, sweaty, and uncomfortable. She preferred to stay inside, boiling like a potato. Maria had told her it was the same, but Carol was adamant.

“I made you guys sandwiches while you were out. There are in the fridge.” Carol said

“How thoughtful of you. let’s see what you’ve brewed up in your cauldron of yours.”

“Hey.” She folded her arms and pretended to be mad; her red face being a paid actor. “My cooking isn’t that bad.” Monica and Maria took a bite of the sandwich and gagged immediately, making Carol roll her eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”

“What did you put in this?” Maria asked pulling apart the sandwich and just saw greyish, red slush.

“Marmite, jam and butter.”

“Where did you even get marmite from?”

“The back of the cupboard.”

Monica threw the sandwich back on the plate and shook her head. “Yuck. Mommy Carol made a horrible sandwich.”
The room went silent. Carol looked up from the floor to Maria, who then looked at Monica. Did she really say…

“Mommy? I’m your mommy?” Carol said in the softest voice ever

“Yes. Mommy Carol.”

Carol couldn’t contain the pure joy she felt and nearly blew her lid off. “She called me mommy, Maria. Did you hear that? She said, Mommy Carol. You know, maybe I might go outside today.” She sauntered out the door, confidently, only to shriek and tun back inside.

“Burn your feet?”

“Yeah.”

Chapter Text

Maria and Nat liked to experiment when it came to sex. Today was a bit different than normal. Maria had Natasha handcuffed to the bed with a blindfold over her eyes. She was in her bra and underwear, her breathing shaky. Maria was touching and peppering kisses on her body that burned through her skin. She wanted to feel her, and she knew it. Maria her underwear and Nat whined when she felt her breath caress her pussy.

“Maria, please.” She said breathlessly

“Use your words.”

“I want to feel you.”

Maria let out a small chuckle and got something from the drawer. “All in due time. But I want to have some fun first.” She unhooked Nat’s bra and threw it on the floor. Natasha could hear a faint buzzing noise her right. She obviously couldn’t see but wanted to know what it was.

“Maria, what’s that noise?”

“What noise?”

“That buzzing.”

“Oh, that.” Maria opened Nat’s legs wider and kissed her roughly. She trailed the item down her body, running it over her erect nipples, making Nat gasp at the sensation. “Is that a vibrator?”

“Mhmm.” She circled it over her navel, making her bite down on her lip, arching her back arch slightly.
Maria moved into bed next to her and slowly rolled the vibrator over her clit. She let out a breathless moan and bucked her hips up. “Faster. Maria, please.”

Instead of speeding up, she went even slower. So slow, it felt like she had stopped. “Tell me what you want. Tell me.”

“I want you to make me cum.” Maria grinned devilishly and increased the intensity and went faster. She loved seeing Nat squirm under her touch; her moans were music to her ears. She felt herself grow wetter and wetter to the point where she couldn’t take it. She slipped a finger in herself and moaned quietly.

“Maria…” Was the last thing Nat whined before she came suddenly and quite harshly. Maria waited for her breathing to return to normal before taking off the blindfold. “Are you okay? I didn’t overdo it, did I?”
“No, you were fine. More than. Don’t worry.”

“I’ll get you a glass of water.” Maria got up and headed to the door when Nat cleared her throat. “Um, Maria.” She shook the handcuffs around her wrists

“Oh right. Let me get that for you. Just as soon as I find the key.”

Chapter Text

After hours of pain, pushing, and suffering, Pepper had given birth to their beautiful daughter. 7 pounds, 41 cm, ten toes, ten fingers. She had her father’s eyes and her mother’s nose. She was the embodiment of perfect but there was one thing missing. Her name.

“I think we should call her Toni but with an I instead of a y.”

“Really? You want to name our daughter after you?”

“Well, not technically after me. It’s spelled with an I.”

“Whatever you say. She doesn’t even look like a Toni. I’d say she looks like a Pepper.”

“She may look like one, but she had to wait until she older to see if she acts like one. You know that don’t mess with me or you’ll regret it, but will most definitely hug you if you ask.” That earned Tony a playful slap to the chest. They held and looked at the baby for hours, trying to think of a name and see if it felt right.

“Jessica.”

“No. Alex?”

“Nah, Poppy?”

“No. We’re going to be here forever, aren’t we?”

“This is the last name I can think of. How about Morgan?”

“Morgan. I like it. A lot. Morgan Stark. It rolls of the tongue well too.”

“Actually, how about Morgan H Stark?”

“H? What’s the H?"

“Howard.”

“Then I love it. Welcome to the world, Morgan H Stark.”

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Natasha and Steve had just come back to the tower after one of their hardest missions that year. They hardly got any sleep and were glad to be back in their own bed again. “I’m glad this mission is over. I don’t think I would have lasted another day out there.” Natasha sighed and leaned back into Steve’s chest

“You can say that again. If we ever get something like that again, we decline. No hesitation.” Natasha laughed and turned around in his arms. “I agree, plus, I haven’t felt you for over a week.” She walked her fingers up and across his chest, hoping he would get the gist. “Oh really? How about we change that?” He slid into the crevice of her thigh and gave her a kiss to the corner of her mouth that turned hot and heavy.

As things were progressing forward, and within the heat of the moment, Steve uttered three words. “I love you.”

It took a while for Natasha to comprehend what he had just said, but when she did, she pulled away. “What did you just say?” Steve went bright red and wide-eyed. “Urm, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said in a rush. “What did I say?”

“You know what you said. I’m not going to repeat it for you.”

“I have no clue what you are talking about.”

“Well, that’s a shame then, Rogers. Because I love you too.”

“You do?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’ve been nothing but good to me and more. That’s more than enough reasons to love you.”

“I love you, Nat.”

“It sounds nice when you say that to me. I could get used to it.”

Chapter Text

Tony was searching through the washing basket for his AC/DC T-shirt. It was the only shirt he could wear while tinkering with his suits and he couldn’t find it.

“Stephen!” He shouted to him from the bedroom

“Yeah?”

“Can you come and help me find something really quick?” Stephen jogged up the stairs and saw Tony emptying their drawers. “What’s the problem?”

“Have you seen my- “ He looked up at Stephen and pointed an accusing finger at him. “Why are you wearing that?”

“Wearing what?”

“That shirt. It isn’t yours.”

“Oh, this? I just found it in the washing.”

“Take. It. Off.”

“It’s just a shirt, Tony.”

“That shirt is mine. And you’re not leaving without taking it off. Now, hand it to me so I can fix my suits.”

“I thought when we got married, we are supposed to share everything?” Stephen knew he was winding Tony up and wanted to see the reaction he could get out of him by pressing the situation a little more. “We don’t share AC/DC. Hand it over.”

“Try me.” Stephen gave Tony a smug smirk that drove Tony crazy. He couldn’t resist it. “Forget it. Keep it. I have plenty more.”