✁𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

ｗｏｒｄｃｏｕｎｔ: ２,１ｋ

Y/N found comfort in holding hands. When she was first found and adopted by the Avengers, being as shy as she was she would get scared by the crowds of people that constantly surrounded her at gatherings.

Steve was the first to notice it. Being relatively quiet himself during such gatherings and being in a state of constant worry about the kid, he was the first to note how Y/N would hang back, hiding the best she could behind the taller figures of her parents. He was the first to offer her his hand.

He had held it out to her, giving a small smile down at the girl stood next to him, who looked curiously between his eyes and his hand before slowly placing her small one into his, clutching onto it as though for dear life. Steve felt his heart swell at her action and squeezed her hand a little, an action that resulted in a huge smile breaking out on his daughters face paired with the action being repeated by her in a slightly more enthusiastic manner.

Steve's hands were tough, the palms of his hands rough with ridges and callouses left over from weapons he had held and battles he had fought. Y/N's young self found comfort in tracing the cuts and scars on them, almost trying to smooth out the creases that were left behind on the rough skin from years of fighting.

And so it had become a habit, when she felt afraid or alone or anxious she would grab onto one of her parent's hands. It tended to be Steve and Bruce, the quieter of her guardians, who tended to make sure that they always had a spare hand for Y/N to hold should it ever get too much. Or Thor, who always managed to completely encase the small child's hand with his own. Y/N always found the most comfort in the God, whom she had become closest with since being found at the age of four.

Thor's hands were large but surprisingly soft for an Avenger, for a God. Y/N liked to holds one of his hands between both of hers, playing with his long fingers. It became natural for everyone to see Thor with the small child latched onto his hand, walking along side him with a grin on her face, no matter what the occasion.

The trouble, however, lay in the fact that, the older she got the weirder it seemed to be constantly holding the hands of the Avengers. It hurt their hearts to see Y/N panicking on her own in social situations because she was ashamed to grab onto their hands, but each of them knew that it would only end up making matters worse if they mentioned it to the shy girl.

When she was fourteen, however, and stuck at another event, it was Tony who noticed it. Even when Y/N was just a young girl, Tony was always the most distant parental figure in her life. He barely ever offered his hand, or hugged her, or told her he loved her. He left all of that to the other Avengers, preferring instead to be her fun parent.

But today, he noticed his daughters growing anxiety as he threw a curious glance back towards her and saw that she was almost shaking. He fought an internal battle with himself, wondering if it would be considered odd for him to hold out his hand. But when he threw another glance her way and saw her intertwining her own fingers together in an attempt to calm down, he let instinct take over.

It wasn't until Tony nudged her with his outstretched palm that she realised that she wasn't imagining it and that her father figure really was offering her the source of comfort that he had never given her before. Almost shyly she placed her hand in his, allowing her fingers to lock with his. Tony's hands were soft, far softer than any of the other Avenger's, and in the moment of calm that followed after grasping a hold of Tony's hand like a life line, she allowed herself to consider the mildly amusing thought about the millionaire moisturising.

But as she grew up even more, hitting the later stages of her teens, Y/N knew that she did have to give it up. She tried, instead, to switching to holding onto their arms when they were walking, but the same level of comfort could only be reached in such a way when it came to Bucky.

It was only a few weeks after Bucky had been attacked that Y/N and Bucky found themselves in a crowd of people, swarming their way towards the shopping centre. Y/N felt the anxiety growing in her stomach, gnawing at her skin, begging to be released. She was on Bucky's left side and couldn't help herself.

She grabbed onto the metal arm and Bucky visibly jolted. Despite him loving the teenager like a daughter, he was so, so scared of hurting her and so attempted to avoid allowing her to have any contact at all with the hunk of metal that he called an arm. But before he could tear it away from her grasp he caught a glimpse of her terrified face and felt his heart sink.

He slowly relaxed, allowing her small, smooth fingers to trace the lines of metal carefully. Her brow was furrowed in deep concentration as she did it. The action did appear to help her relax, too, and Bucky felt as though a weight had been lifted from his chest when, as he watched her, her breathing began to even out slightly.

Now with knowledge of the horrendous panic attacks that Y/N suffered through on an almost regular basis, her search for comfort that day on the crowded street made sense to Bucky.

As she and Peter Parker had become closer, she learnt to find comfort in other things, be it the lingering smell of him on clothes she borrowed during movie nights, or little notes he threw at her during meetings with the Avengers, or snapchats he sent her of his face that she couldn't resist screenshotting, Peter Parker became her comfort blanket.

Not that she admitted that to him until well into their relationship. She was in love with him, and in love with the feeling of comfort and security that being around him gave her.

His hands were her favourite hands to hold.

His hands were bigger than hers, but not by much, and his palms were soft, yet his fingers calloused and the skin on the back of his hands was rough. He held tightly onto her, giving squeezes every once in a while as if ensuring that she knew he was there, that he had her, that he loved her. Y/N never wanted to let go of Peter's hand.

Her parents thought it was both adorable and nostalgic. The Avengers would watch as the two walked around with intertwined hands and loving looks in their eyes directed at one another when they thought that no one was looking.

It was a rare sight to see when the two were together and there was no contact between them. They always ensured that they were near to each other and Peter could tell by just a cursory glance in his girlfriends direction whether Y/N needed his hand or not.

Y/N always worried that her constant fear and anxiety, her need to be close to Peter, to hold his hand, would annoy her boyfriend. Peter, however, enjoyed the contact just as much as she did, loving to have the reassurance that she was there and she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

He liked knowing that he was needed, that he was wanted. He liked being able to comfort Y/N with such a simple gesture, a gesture that turned out to mean more to her than he could have ever imagined.

When they were found in the compound together - and nowadays they were always found together - Peter and Y/N were almost always curled up together on a sofa or bed, talking in hushed tones. They had given Y/N's overprotective, PG-13 parents - i.e. Steve, Natasha, Bruce and in recent months Tony - nothing to be worried about on the teenage pregnancy front. None of the Avengers could deny how sweet the two of them were when they were together.

"Peter?" Y/N's voice is angelic as she talks in hushed tones to her boyfriend.

"Yeah?" Peter whispers back, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I really love you," the smile on Peters face is beyond control.

"I really love you too,"

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Hello my loves, i needed  to tell you all something disappointing.

And now i'm looking at you is getting deleted because someone claimed i copied it from them and they wanted me to delete it. I'm sorry but i will make it up by posting 3 parts today

bye my loves