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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It was just another day at the Avengers compound. Rays of the sun peeking from the horizon and sneaking through the curtains woke the superheroes up on a peaceful morning.
Birds sang songs, flying around and being free, piercing through the air as everyone was gathered in the living area of the compound.
Today, almost everyone on the team had a day off and they wanted to relax at least once and not be bothered by tons of documents that needed to be filled in as fast as possible, cause the deadline was closer with each day, monthly meetings at SHIELD with Fury that drained them and were boring as fuck, but they had to attend them.
Or mission briefs, debriefs, and being in action itself, which made them exhausted and they never had any energy to do anything else after that. When they got injured it was only worse. They had to stay in a medical bay for days and wait until a doctor would let them leave. They never had time to just sit and let themselves relish in a normal day.
Like now. Everyone was scattered around the place, doing their own things. Most of them were lying on the couches with their eyes closed, some of them with arms placed over them.
Others were reading books that they got behind with because of the chaotic life they have. Now, they had an opportunity to do what they liked and let themselves get lost in the stories.
Some of them played different games or sat in the kitchen and talked, munching on their breakfast.
The whole compound was engulfed in silence and a peaceful atmosphere that let them finally rest.
"What the fuck did you think?!" A loud yell was heard from behind the doors and spread throughout the room.
Everyone groaned at the sound knowing that their free relaxation day was about to come to an end. So much for a peaceful morning.
A very loud thud was heard next, but nobody even bothered to look up, trying to get as much of their precious free time as they could before the chaos would ruin it completely.
"Stop walking away, you fucking idiot." With that sentence, the doors opened revealing you wearing a bored expression.
You casually walked towards the small island that held a bowl with cleaned fruits and took an apple before biting it. As you started walking up to the couches a certain redheaded woman powerfully marched into the room.
Her expression and body language were slightly different from yours. Slightly.
Fists clenched on her sides so tight that her knuckles were white with her feet heavily stomping on the ground like she wanted to make a hole in it.
