A book with fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and smut one-shots and mini-series
Mostly female and gender-neutral reader (male reader if requested). Feel free to send requests in!
Characters we write for (but not only):
- Natasha Romanoff
- Wanda Maximoff...
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Sometimes you just couldn't help yourself. You couldn't sit in one place, giving in the peaceful atmosphere around you. You had to do something, your hands were twitching with anticipation. It was only worse after you got coffee.
And you got your partner in crime. Yelena. Yes, she was younger and as an adult you should be some kind of a role model for her. But you didn't give a fuck. There were others at the tower who could take that place. That's why you occupied the position of the laid-back 'sibling'. She saw you as that and it made your heart swoon when she first told you. You almost shed a tear, really.
The two of you liked to waltz around the compound and look for any possible victims that you could annoy or prank. It wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. Like that one time you messed with Sam's wings and he flew to the living area through the window, crashing to the TV and bar shelves full of expensive alcohol. You had to pay for all that shit. And yes, you tried to steal Tony's credit card but decided that you didn't really need that when you saw the glare your girlfriend sent you.
You knew some of the things you'd done made her angry. Sometimes she lost her patience with you. But she never did anything about that, so you continued doing your job. You were entirely devoted to that.
Like now. You and Peter were in the kitchen, having a cup of tea. There was silence, only Spider-Boy's slurping could be heard from time to time. You two were patiently observing the person before you who was examining his metal arm. The same metal arm you stole from him at night and took it to the lab to mess with it a little. Now, you were waiting for the results.
Yelena jogged to the kitchen a little out of breath. "Did I miss it?" She asked quickly, looking between you two.
You shook your head, not taking your eyes away from Bucky. "Nah, it's just getting to the main point."
"Thank God." She said relieved, sitting down next to you and looking at Bucky.
What was it that you did? Well, your best friend Bucky asked Clint to teach him archery a couple of days ago and every time he was about to get ready and go outside, he always swung his metal arm pretty fast. You did a little something that abrupt movement of the arm would cause temporary loss of control, and that means, his arm could do anything and he wouldn't be able to stop it.
Peter started jumping in his seat. "It's gonna happen, it's gonna happen." He said excitedly with a huge smile on his face.
Not even a second later, Bucky swung his arm causing it to freeze and making him look at it. When he turned his head, his arm started moving in every fucking away, dragging him with its force. But then something happened. Something you didn't expect, but it was even a better outcome. His metal arm swung at his face, hitting him straight in the nose and sending him to the ground.
