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So today is my 19th b-day, and in Canada that means I'm a legal adult... but what do I get out of it? I don't drink, don't smoke, don't like latos or scratch and wins, voting is okay I guess but I always panic that I'm piking the wrong chose on things, it will proudly be worse hear. What can't 'I just stay 18?

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Warning: This has Boy x Boy in it.

Bucky walked out of the recruitment center with his acceptances letter in hand, stamped and awaiting orders. Sure he felt pride swelling within him but his mind seemed to only drift to his best friend. After a quick scan he spotted the scrawny blond sitting on a bench not to far, head hung in defeat. The brunette waited for a moment as his chest tighten at the sight. He had tried to warn him, he knew they'd reject poor, frail Steve Rogers. But the blond was so admit on helping, assuring that he would be fine with that adorably determined expression.

Bucky couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the memory, though he tried to conceal it for his best friends sake as he approached the smaller. Steve only glanced up at his friend to see what he knew he would see before letting his head fall again.

“You got excepted?” The smaller more stated then asked as he buried his face in his hands, feeling something akin to shame and humiliation.

“Ya, I guess.” Bucky said nonchalantly as he folded and slid the slip of paper he had received in his pocket. Out of sight out of mind hopefully.

“You guess?” Steve asked as he raised his head slightly to look as his best friend with a confused and almost irritated look. “Do you not realize how lucky you are?”

“I wouldn't call being shipped to a foreign country and living every day in a shoot-or-be-shot situation as a lucky brake.” Bucky said, masking his pride purely so his friend didn't feel worse about himself.

“You're going to be out there, defending this country, our home, but not useless little me.” Steve said as he sunk his head back into his hands while Bucky held his tongue on the fact that the last in that list was the most influential. “I want to be out there with you.” He couldn't stop himself, it's as if his common sense blacked out for a moment. When he came to, his lips where on the crown of Steve's head.

“Bucky?” Oh god. The brunette pulled back quickly and attempted a natural laugh.

“Aww, is the little one worried about me?” He said with a grin, praying that his cheeks where not as red as they felt. It didn't help that people turned and whispered in their direction, though he tried not to pay much mind to that.

“Tha-” Steve stuttered as he placed a hand atop his head. “This isn't something to joke about.” Bucky thanked the lord Steve thought the kiss was a joke as he gave the blond a gentle smack on the shoulder.

“No sense in complaining about it now.” The taller then stood, not wanting to continue sitting around where people could judge and question his intents after his little stunt. “Come on, let's go to the park, that will cheer you up. We might even get to meet a couple lovely lady’s.” He said, even though he honestly couldn't care less if they bumped into any women along the way.

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Bucky slumped against a near by tree as he tried to catch his breath. The smoke from the fire made the air thick and almost unbearable while the thudding in his chest was loud in his ears. He looked over at Steve who stood beside him and couldn't help but stare.

He hadn't seen Steve in months, and it kind of felt like he still hadn't. At first glance, this man beside him wasn’t Steve Rogers but Bucky could tell. Some things hadn't changed that much, his voice, his eyes, his determination and bravery, which where the only reasons they both got out of there in one piece.

“God Steve.” Bucky finally said once his lungs could take in enough air to facilitate speaking. The blond had scared him him to death with that stunt, the thought of finally getting to see Steve again only to have him taken away permanently a few minutes later made his already queasy stomach almost give up on holding his lunch.

Bucky was to busy trying to push that heart braking thought from his head that he didn't notice Catain Amarica watching him with tired eyes. He wasn’t aware that focus was on him until a pair of soft lips pressed against his slightly damp temple.

“Was the little one worried about me?” Steve said as Bucky slowly turned to him to find the blond grinning lightly.  A smile that said he was tired and a bit shaken but undoubtedly happy that they pulled through and was attempting to lift the mood.

“Really?” Bucky said a tad dramatically which prompted Steve to chuckle. The brunette then gave his friend a playful shove as he laughed along, thankful for the dark of night hiding his blush.

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“That will be all Mr. Barns, thank you for your cooperation.” The man said as he gathered his papers and stood , the Winter Solder's glare piercing the back of his head as he left.

Bucky was in a rather fowl mood because S.H.I.E.L.D. had insisted in 'interviewing' him, though the brunette knew it was actually an interrogation to make sure he didn't back stab them at some point. Not that they where completely convinced of that yet but they would at least consider assigning him a mission or two, with supervision of course.


Honestly Bucky hadn’t really been all that interested in getting back into the fight so soon, but he would go because that's where Steve was. Steve, Captain America, that's all he has left, the thought still hadn't wrapped around the brunette's head even with the brake he gave himself to figure things out. Then again, he should consider himself lucky that the one thing from his time he couldn't live without followed him, though the interim was painless for Steve.

After a bit of deep breathing to calm his nerves, Bucky stood and exited the room and was not surprised to find the captain there. The super solder had probably received a call the moment Bucky turned himself in which was a bit of a disappointment as the brunette had wanted to tell his best friend himself. Then again, after the spirit crushing 'interview' he just had, to come out and find Steve Rogers with heavy breaths, features like a man who hadn't slept in days, and an expression that made the Winter Solders chest throb almost painfully was like a saving grace.

“Bucky.” The blond pretty much whispered before braking into almost a sprint and, before the brunette could respond, scooped the smaller into his arms. He pulled them chest to chest so Bucky could feel Steve's rapid heart beat, and probably let the captain feel his best friends heart skip at the embrace.

Bucky stood frozen for a moment, not sure how to react, until he decided that maybe he needed this, not that his pride would let him admit that. He let his chin rest on the others shoulder while his hands cupped Steve's waist with the intent of leaving them there, but when the taller tightened his grip, Bucky couldn't help but do the same. Then came a shaky breath, like big strong Captain America was holding back tears, and that broke the shorter.

“Come on Steve.” Bucky said as his throat began to tighten from the damn that risked overflowing.

“Why... why did you leave after saving me?” Steve asked, not loosening his grip in the slightest. Bucky's chest seemed to be crushed and levitated at the same time as regret began to bubble. And just like that day over 70 years ago, Bucky couldn't stop his lips from moving, finding his best friends cheek.

“Was the little one worried about me?” He asked in a slightly humored tone, a smile on his face despite the snap in his heart at the way Steve tensed for a moment when he had been kissed.

“Worried?” Steve said as his hands lifted to cup the brunettes cheeks and gently pushed their faces apart slightly. Bucky only had a moment to look into those azure eye's, only a moment to fear how the blond would react before Steve pulled there lips together. It was quick and easily showed the tallers inexperience but it still made Bucky's mind go blank and world pretty much come to a skidding halt. Soon though Steve pulled away, hands still on the brunettes face, eye's staring into the shorters, and a light blush across his cheeks. “I was scared to death.”
Steve x Bucky - Are You Worried About Me?
Hope you liked it. ^^ I'll be honest, I'm snot the biggest Steve x Bucky shiper. I'm more into Steve x Tony, but this (along with another story I've already posted) idea popped into my head and I just had to write it.

Th first part was a little awkward mainly because of the military talk, I don't know how it worked back then. ^^;

Hope you enjoyed and as always, I don't own anyone mentioned in this story.
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Warning: This has Boy x Boy in it!

For around the 8th time in the last 20 minuets Steve scanned the crowd of party goers.

“Looking for someone?” Bucky finally asked, getting a tad annoyed with his friends wandering eyes. Though it was posed as a question, the brunette knew the answer already.

“Ya,” Steve admitted with an apologetic smile. “I heard Tony would be coming.” Stark, of course. Captain America had been fawning over the inventor for months though he hadn’t admitted that to anyone yet. It was getting increasingly annoying to many who could see the attraction like the blue in the sky. The person most troubled by it however was Bucky as he had often been pretty much abandoned at party’s or something similar Steve had dragged him to to help the Winter Soldier adjust to the new world. The best friend would be having a good time sticking close to Steve when Stark would walk by and suddenly the blond would be trailing him like a baby chick, leaving Bucky to sit there awkwardly, not yet sure how to socialize with the people of this time. Though the shy glances from across the room between the redhead and blond where sickeningly sweet, Peggy had never entranced Steve to abandon Bucky like Tony did. What made this Stark so alluring.

If he was honest with himself, Bucky had often wished that Tony wouldn't show up or even better, just pop out of there lives, but he knew that would brake Steve's heart. Was it so bad to wish Stark would stop showing up and stealing the one thing that grounded the military veteran? It was only Steve and Bucky left and the brunette clung to that familiarity with all his might, but Captain America didn't seem to need that crutch as bad. Maybe Bucky was old fashioned, to caught up in the past or just not over the acceptances of being jumped through time but he couldn't reach out to the new world just yet. He needed time, and at first Steve was always there to help him along it, but now he was drifting.

“Tony!” Steve called, face lighting up as he jumps to his feet. Looks like lady luck wasn't on Bucky's side again today.

“Steve.” The billionaire replied with his usual smooth grin as he approached their table. “And you brought Cold Shoulder with you.” He said, looking down at Bucky who only spared a quick glance as he tried not to show his displeasure. It wasn't Tony's fault Steve was so attracted to him and he was apparently to stupid to notice, to the frustration of the blond. Bucky could relate to that.

Steve stood with an almost stupidly cheerful grin that made the Winter Soldier's chest tighten, and watched the shorter. “I'm glad you two are here tonight, I'm about to put on a bit of a show.” He said with a head gesture towards the stage on the other side of the room.

“Oh?”

“Ya, It'll be happening pretty soon, try not to laugh at me okay?” Tony said with a little chuckle himself which Steve was quick to join in on softly.

“What is it?” The blond asked, grin only widening.

“That's a secret.” The inventor said as he fixed his eyes on Steve's. “What I will say though is that I've finally realized something that's been there for months and I'm going to do something about it.” Bucky's stomach churned, along with it dropping a few stories.

Before anything more could be said Tony walked away, disappearing into the crowd like he hadn't just made Steve's chest feel like it's just collapsed in on itself.

The super soldier stared blankly at the spot where Tony once was as Bucky stared at him quietly, hating how mesmerized the blond was. Soon enough Steve slid back down into his seat and turned to his friend, hands beginning to rub together nervously.

“D... do you think...”

“I don't know.” Bucky sure hoped not.

Soon all attention was called to the stage as an almost nervous looking Tony took the microphone that was handed to him, though he hid it behind that veil of confidence he loved so very much. Steve stood as the billionaire began to speak, Bucky not far behind. Tony went on to greet everyone, crack a few jokes, then the 'show' started.

“I've actually been holding back on something for a long time now because I was.. to be frank, a bit of a chicken. I was worried about how some people would react, or more specifically, how someone would feel.” Then Tony's wandering eye's met Steve's and the blonds heart flipped, his breath caught in his throat and his body tensed. “Pepper.” Tony turned to the side stage and a spotlight instantly illuminated the obviously shocked and confused woman.

Buck's eyes instantly went to his best friend who stood as if frozen in spot, mouth agape as if he wanted to say something, maybe scream.

Miss. Potts was almost forcefully pushed on stage which caused her to stumble slightly but she was quick to gather up as much composer as she could muster at the moment. When she got to Tony, he took both her hands in one of his, got down on one knee, and Steve ran. Without a word the super soldier turned and shoved his way through the crowd, Bucky not far behind, and tried to escape.

“Pepper Potts, will you marry me?”

Steve could run from the people, the sight, but he couldn't avoid hearing the cheers and applause from the inevitable answer. He couldn't escape his throbbing brain, the stinging in his throat, the braking of his heart.

Eventually he made his way out of the building, down the street, and to a secluded ally where he finally stopped to rest, having used a lot more energy then needed. He could hear his name being called in the distance but he didn't respond, he just stood there, mindlessly watching his breath coming out in warm white gusts of heat compared to the cold night air. Finally the shouting stopped as the blond heard footsteps come to a halt behind him, though he didn't turn to look at who he knew to be his best friend.

Bucky stood in silence, not sure what to say or do as guilt built up in him as he had pretty much wished for something like this to happen but he never truly wanted it. Maybe lady luck was on his side... damn her.

“Steve?” He finally said, taking a slow step towards the taller. There was no response, just slow breaths as Steve tried to keep in the tears that prickled his eyes. After a deep breath himself, Bucky reached out and laid his mechanical hand on Steve's upper arm, causing the blond to flinch only slightly. “Steve I... it will be okay.” This was far more awkward then it should be, but then again Bucky hadn't comforted his friend since before he had become Captain America.

“It doesn’t feel like it will be okay.” Steve said quietly, trying to keep his voice in a normal tone. He knew in the back of his mind that yes, time would make it easier to deal with, but right now he could only focus on this odd sense of betrayal that really had no right to be there.

“I know how you feel-” The shorter was cut off however by a sharp, cold, bitter laugh.

“How... how could you possible understand.” Mr. oh-so-smooth Bucky Barns that always seemed to snag the lady’s, even two at once sometimes so poor little Steve Rogers wouldn't feel left out.

Steve hung his head lower in hopes that the brunette wouldn't see the tears he just couldn't keep in as his breathing became choppy. “You don't know how much it hurts, to-”

“To watch the person you love fall for someone else?” Bucky cut it, causing the blond to lift his head. Steve turned, abandoning his attempts to hide his tears, and looked at his best friend who showed a sad, hurt, yet somewhat reassuring in a self pitying sort way, smile. “I know what it feels like, it's happened to me, twice.”
Steve x Bucky - I Know How You Feel

I wrote something, Yaaaay! It's only a one shot, Booooo!

I know, I know, sorry to leave it there but I have no idea where to go after this. I know in general I think that at first Steve needs to think about things but after some thought he decides to give it a shot and then love happens. :3 But that's about all I got and I didn’t wanna write it.


Especially since I personally am more of a Tony x Steve shipper then Steve x Bucky, but I can see why people think it's cute. I even have another story in mind that's more cute, though is also a little bitter sweet.


To be honest you all probably saw the ending coming but I hope you all still like it. ^^; It was a lot more obvious in the first draft. My editor thought Tony was going to purpose to Steve, which is good because that was the intent. I wanted the readers to think the story would be Tony and Steve getting together and Bucky being all sad but then surprise them with Pepper. Hope it all worked on you too.


Just in case people are confused because I deleted the part that explained it, when Bucky said it happen to him twice, it was when Steve fell for Peggy, 1, then when he fell for Tony, 2.


I may not be all over the Steve x Bucky train but I still made me feel feelings that hurt me, I hope I was able to do the same to you.


Thanks for reading and as always, I don't own anyone mentioned in this story.

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Disclaimer: This story has Boy x Boy in it and uses the term emo in a way people may find insensitive, I'm not trying to insult the Emo cultural or anyone who associates themselves that way.

Wade continued to pout at the almost 2 dozen smiling faces that stood in front of him.

[If this is a staring contest I can promise you we will loose.]

{No, I think where wearing them down, I saw Thor's eye twitch.}

[How? Where staring at a photo.] Wade let out a sigh as he lifted his head from the shelf where the photo sat. It was the Christmas picture from the past year. Annually the Avengers hold a small party for there odd family of a team, which included Peter that year. And seeing as it was supposed to be a gathering of loved ones, the college student had somehow convinced the team to let his boyfriend, Wade Wilson, come along.

{I'm still surprised they agreed.}

[I say it was more he gave them an ultimatum then agreeing since Peter pretty much refused to come if we couldn't.]

{Ya, but it was a riot! We finally found someone who can give us a decent challenge in a drinking contests.}

[Only because Captain America can't get drunk ether.] As the voices chatted and Wade continued to stare at the photo, two arms snaked their way around his waist and a chin rested on his shoulder.

“What are you up to?” Came the familiar voice of Peter.

“I'm having an emo moment.”

“Oh are you now?” The brunette asked calmly, knowing just by the tone of his boyfriends voice and the fact that he used the word emo that he wasn't all the upset, maybe a little brooding but that's it.

“Ya, just look at this photo, don't you see the sore thumb in it?”

{One of these people are not like the others, one of these guys just doesn’t belong.}

[Please don't get that stuck in our head again.] But it was to late as Wade began to hum the tune while Peter looked over the photo. He knew exactly what Deadpool was talking about, what he had a problem with, but choose to act oblivious.

“I don't get it, what are we looking at?”

“Oh come on Petey, look at you all. Everyone in this picture look like a model and or movie star,”

{Well actually..}

“and then there's bumpy ol me.” Wade said as he poked the framed 2D version of himself. Originally Wade had wanted to wear his spandex suit to the party but Peter had pretty much forced him to ware a proper suit, in turn having the mercenary's face in the picture along with all the runway stars.

“Yes, bumpy old you who had a blast and made everyone laugh at some point or another.” Peter reminded as he turned and rested his cheek on the older's shoulder so he could look up at his boyfriend who couldn't hold in a grin at the memories.

“I was the life of the party wasn't I?” Wade asked rather triumphantly.

[Everyone was watching us to say the least.]

{Cuz we where rocking it with the hottest date there!}

[Among other things.]

“Wooh, I feel so much better, thanks babe.” Wade said as he turned his head to place a kiss against his boyfriends temple.

“No problem.”
Spideypool - A Moment To Mope

Okay, let me explain. At one point in time I had this big idea to write a bunch of short stories about Wade being self conscious and sticking them together, this one being near the end of the series when he was starting to get over it, but then I realized that it would be to mopie. Just having a character mope about gets annoying so I gave up on it and now you have this... I already wrote it so might as well go up.


And just in case your wondering, the thing the one voice was getting stuck in there head was a song I remember from Sesame Street called 'one of these things'. I know it's random but when I was writing that part it popped into my head.


Hope you enjoyed this pointless story, thanks for reading! ^^


I don't own anyone mentioned in this story.

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You stand there is silence, watching the large golden doors before you as if they would give you an answer to your question. You had been invited by Thor, prince of Asgard, for a tour of the royal palace. You two where supposed to meet back on earth at your regular spot and he would pick you up, but being as nervous, yet excited as you where you had shown up a fare bit early. Before you could decide whether to wander till the time came or simply sit and wait, Heimdall had apparently recognized you from the times you had seen the royal off to his home dimension and decided it was a good idea to scoop you up and bring you to Asgard unannounced. After some confusion, some questions, and directions given, you where sent off to the castle ahead of schedule.

Now you stood there in front of the doors, considering if it was rude to arrive at his door a little under an hour early. You could wait but people where already staring at you, the odd girl standing at the castle gates in cloths they don't recognized. You could wander about I suppose but was it safe to wander a city of gods, by yourself. What if you got lost, what if you where approached, what if someone figured out you where there to see there prince and tried to get something out of you?

Again, without letting you decide on your next course of action, the doors slowly open, reveling a large open hall lined with what you presumed where guards by there strait, stiff possessions, armor and weapons covering them from head to tow. You hesitantly enter and are immediately approached by a man dressed much more lightly, no fighting material to speak of, a door man maybe, butler?

"Here to see the prince I presume miss." The man says with a small bow. You answer in agreement. "If you could follow me then.” He stated sharply as he turns on his heals and starts down one protruding hallway, taking long strides. “Though I must say, tardiness is not very lady like. Lucky for you the prince has been rather difficult today so you have not missed anything." Late? Where you late? Your eagerness for today made sure you had arrived on time, early in fact! You checked the time and just as you thought, it said you where far ahead of the time you and Thor had agreed on. And what did this man mean about Thor being difficult, did he not want to see you? He seemed rather excited when you agreed to his offer of showing you his home.

Before you could question the man however, you had followed him into a room full of ladies and are promptly left there. Not sure what to do next, you simply look around the room at the array of beautiful women of varying cultures, appearances and even races. They all whore flattering gowns and, well in short, they had all spent many hours preparing, but for what?

Your self confidence seemed to shrink as you gazed at the stunning females, causing you to back up into a secluded corner and wish you could melt through the walls like Kitty Pryde. When Thor had invited you to his home, you where hoping to possibly spend some alone time with the god, but it seemed you would be sharing his attention. Should you have dressed up more? From what Thor said it sounded as if it would be a causal visit, but these girls where dressed as if they where attending the be all end all of balls. Then again, was there anything in your closet that looked as high class as these gowns?

Before you could beat yourself up to much, a voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"Hey there." Came a gentle voice. You look up to find a woman with long, golden flowing hair reaching to the top of her thighs. Her dress, a simple form fitting, but not overtly sexy gown that just barley brushed the floor. Her face had soft features which matched her gentle smile that resembled a mother attempting to comfort her child. "Are you alright?" She asked. "Nervous?"

You agree, as it held some truth, but your main concern was your confusion on what Thor had planned for your visit.

"It's alright, we all are a little." She assured, though you find it a tad hard to believe with how confidently some of these women held there heads. "But do remember to not hold to much on this day. He can only choose one, don’t feel ashamed if it is not you."

"Choose me for what?" You ask suddenly, inadvertently interrupting whatever the woman had intended to say next. You hadn’t meant to be rude but you had just been informed that you had entered some apparent contest. The woman watched you curiously for a moment, obviously assuming you had known what this gathering was for, before answering.

"Why, to be the bride of Prince Thor of course."

"Bride!" Wait, is that what he had invited you here for, to be measured against these woman to see who would be the best wife? Shouldn’t he have asked you out first? Or at least warned you that your in the running to be the new queen of Asgard. What if you weren’t interested... oh you shouldn’t even lie to yourself, of course you where interested in Thor, who wouldn’t be? But to jump right into marriage?

Before you could question the situation any further, the doors opened and a man steps in, informing all the women that the prince was ready to see them. The room then went quiet as the women slowly moved as a large group into the hall. Not sure what to do, you follow along quietly. Eventually you, along with all the other women, enter a large room of gold. Various pillars towered over you, all leading to a humungous throne where an older gentlemen sat. If you where to make a guess, you suppose that was King Odin. Beside him stood the only familiar face in the room, Thor. Though he wore an expression that showed he was not interested in the situation and felt little to no shame in showing it. He shifted on his feet impatiently as he barely shared a glance to the array of women that began to line up single file.

"Alright, let us finish this with haste." Thor said almost coldly as you where pulled into a random spot in line. Part of you wanted to call out to the god, ask some well deserved questions, but you had no chance as each woman stepped forward one by one. They would make some of gesture, such as curtsying, and say their full name, their home land, and a quick statement on what attribute they would bring if they where to become the next queen of Asgard.

What where you to say though, what do you do? You couldn't brake this smoothly running machine by asking questions, let alone look stupid as you stand in front of these dignified people and ask what was going on. So I suppose you play along, but how should you go about this. Curtsy? Say your home town? Wait, these people wouldn’t know what your talking about. Earth maybe, wait no, what did Thor call earth... Midgard wasn’t it? And what about your offering to be queen?

As a flurry questions rush through your brain, you mindlessly step forward when the space appeared, Thor uninterestedly nodded each woman off, attempting a decent smile to each, all until you stepped up to plate. His eyes widened at the site of you, which causes you to panic a little. Maybe you should have dressed better, but in your defense you hadn't been warned you where in a beauty contest of the highest regard. You begin to curtsy and ready your improvised introduction, but Thor calls your name first. You raised your bowed head to watch as the prince abandoned his post beside the throne and jogged down to you, whispers quickly filling the room at his strange behavior.

"What are you doing here so early, did we not agree to meet later?" You pause for a moment to think before explaining what had happened with Heimdall. Thor let out a frustrated sigh as his eyes wondered about the room at the array of people watching you both with curious, and some angered, gazes. "I'm sorry father, but I must end this short." The god of thunder apologized as he grabbed hold of your hand. "Excuse us lady’s." He then said, bowing quickly to the women, some of who began to verbalize their displeasure with the turn of events.

"Thor!" Odin called as he stood, but the younger didn’t reply. Not sure of what was actually happening, you follow Thor quietly, deciding to close you hand around his like he was doing to you as you both left the room. Nether of you spoke as Thor lead you through the utterly beautiful halls of his home, the god in deep though and you in confusion. Several guards stood and watched you judgingly as you passed which worried you slightly. Had you done something wrong by arriving early. You decided to focus on his had around yours instead, the warmth, his firm yet gentle grip, how large his was compared to yours.

Eventfully you where led into a room which you could only assume to be a bedroom based on the ginormous bed that sat in the middle of it. You turn to face your friend as you hear the click of the door closing behind you both. Thor let out a sigh of relief at finally being out of sight before you couldn’t help but ask what was going on.

"My apologies, I promise, the fault lies not with you." He assured, having caught the slight guilt in your expression. "It is my father's doing. He had arranged this all without my consent or knowledge. At first I tried to persuade him to cancel but it was to late so instead I had hoped finish it before you arrived, I didn’t want you to see. I'm sorry you where dragged into this, you mush have been confused." He said as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"I was, I am. Your getting married?" You couldn't help but ask. The idea was a bit disheartening, loosing before you even had a chance.

"I hope not to, at least for some time. It's my father that wishes me to get a wife, mostly so I can secure an heir for the throne once he passes, but I wish to marry the one I love, not for Asgard's gain." He informs, letting you sigh a breath you didn’t know you where holding. Before another word could be said however, the door was flung open to reveal an obviously furious man who roared, causing you to jump a little.

"Thor, what is the meaning of this!" He demanded as Thor turned to face the intruder, pulling you behind him. It's not that he though his father would attack you, but the god of thunder couldn’t help but be protective of you. "You have a room full of exceptional women waiting for you back in the great hall and you run off with this one before she has even spoken her name. I don’t even recall inviting her." Oden said, glancing at you with a questioning glare, though it was hard when Thor stepped between your gazes.

"I invited her." Thor informed, not wanting his father to think that you where a threat.

"You did?!” He asked, face lighting up. “Well my son, if you had told me you already had a bride in mind we could have avoided this whole mess." B-bride!? Is that why he invited you. You feel your heart flutter at the idea as you grab onto the blonds cape almost like a shy child would hold their parents leg.

"That's not why I invited her." The butterflies are instantly crushed, leaving you with a sinking feeling in your gut and chest. Then again where you ready to get married? Maybe it was just the idea that he had feelings for you. "She is the 'prior arrangement' I was telling you about when you suddenly announced that you had invited suitor." Thor reminded before glancing at you with a slight worried expression then returned his gaze to his father. "Can we speak of this outside?"

"If that is what you wish." Oden accepted and promptly left the room after throwing a quick glance your way. Once out of the room, Thor turned to you, placing both hands on ether of your upper arms.

"I need to explain a few things to my father, I will be back shortly, please stay here, and if you are in need of anything, call me immediately." He instructs. You don’t have time to even verbally agree as Oden's voice calls from the other side of the door, asking what was keeping his son. "I wont be long, I swear." He says as he pulls you into an embrace. All to soon he pulled away, but not before placing, with the lightest of touches, a kiss to your temple. Before you could question the action however, he follows his fathers calls, leaving you alone. Why did things keep happening before good questions could be asked?

At first you stood there, trying to wrap your brain around what had just occurred. After giving up on the grounds that a) info was being held from you, and b) it was hurting your head, you took a gander at your surroundings.

What now? It felt rude to snoop around so you just sit and wait. Thankfully you didn't have time to wonder if sitting on someones bed was alright as the door swung open to reveal a rather chipper Thor.

“Oh, that was fast." You commented. "Did everything go well with your dad?" His expression wavered slightly for but a moment before returning to a grin.

"Yes, everything went fine, now how about that tour?" He said, making a gesture to the door. Well that was quite a switch. You proceed hesitantly and exit the room, taking a swift left as indicated by Thor. It was an awkward silence at first as you tried to keep up with his long strides. Why is he so quite? Why is he keeping his distance? Why wont he look at you? This was all so out of character.

Despite the confusion you follow him through an archway and come out onto what seemed to be a rather large veranda of sorts with large cushioned chairs and couches that sat in the shade of the balcony above and overlooking a large, open, but gated off garden. The area was lush with many plants and trees though most where lining that thick yet intricate fencing. They grew taller then the second floor and were obviously made with protection in mind but the plants had decided to latch themselves onto it and climb, making the wall of defense more welcoming. Right in the middle of the garden was a ring of water, about as deep looking as a kiddy pool, though you would have to get closer to be sure.

"Beautiful, is it not?" Thor asked, pulling your thoughts from the scenery in front of you. You express your agreement as you stay facing forward as did he. "I can't wait to play with our children in this garden." He says, causing your head to snap up to look at him.

"What?" Well that came out of nowhere.

"When we have kids, they will play here as I did when young." He says matter of factly as he turns to look down at you with a calm smile. "You will watch from up here in comfort while I entertain them, teach them so they grow to be strong, kind people.
They will learn the ways of the Asgard and Midgard, making them wiser then any previous leader before us." He explained this all with an almost amused smile, like he was inwardly laughing at some joke, or he simply found your recreation amusing.
"And when night falls we will-"

Then Thor was interrupted by a familiar voice calling out your name in a panic, causing your company to flinch, that grin finally falling from his face. You turn in the direction of the call as it asked for you again. Thor began to slowly step away from you without a word as another Thor rounded the corner, your name on his lips... wait.

The just arriving Thor notices you immediately, a relieved smile coming to his lips, then he noticed the other Thor. They watched each other, the one you had been with holding a slightly worried yet apologetic smile while the other looked confused for only a moment before realization hit him.

"Loki?"

"Hello brother." The one who had escorted you greeted, voice drastically changing from the one you where familiar with. Thor had mentioned his brother but never did he say it was a twin. Then again, he did mentioned his brother was well versed in magical trickery and illusions, was this something along those lines?

"What do you think your doing?" Asked the real Thor as he approached you, his tone showing that he was upset but not enraged. "Are you alright?" He asks you before his double can give an answer. You respond, informing him that you were fine before Thor's brother jumps in, cutting off whatever else you where going to say.

"I saw you were busy with father so I decided to entertain your friend." Then a truly mischievous smile spread across his face, one that you had never seen Thor wear before, it was a tad off putting. "And do not fret my dear shy brother, I told her what you spoke to me about." Thor looked puzzled for a moment, then he paled, his brothers grin widening.

"You what!?" Thor almost yelled as his brother burst into a sudden fit of laughter. "Why would you do this?"

"I was only trying to help." Loki said as his laughter faded, though that grin made it hard to believe helping was his only intention, or if it even was one. "You've been loosing your mind lately over this woman." He said, making a hand gesture towards you, though he does not look your way. "Your head's been in clouds most of the day thanks to her, distracting you from your lessons. So I figured, for the benefit of all of Asgard, that I'd clear the water for you two to work your feelings out.”

"Did you ever consider that I wanted to take my time on something like this?" Thor asked as a light blush rose to his cheeks. He glanced at you momentarily before turning away in embarrassment. This wasn't how he pictured this moment going.

"Clearly father is impatient to see you wed as evident with him calling all those suitors? I know you wish to court her in the Midgardian way but there really is no time to waste. And with that, I believe it is time to take my leave. I wish you lovers the best of luck." He said with a bow and all to amused grin before he dissolved away. Then an awkward silence fell over you and Thor, his eyes darting away any time yours met his.

"My apologies for all this fuss, I was hoping this could be a relaxing visit." He finally said, eyes still avoiding yours. You remind him that most if not all of this wasn't his fault to which he replied with a light smile. "May I ask what exactly my brother told you?" You went on to generally repeat what Loki had said to which Thor groaned, turning away in both embarrassment and in attempt to hide his blush, though the latter was a lost cause. "I see..." He practically whispered then paused for thought as he carefully considered what to say next.

After much consideration the god let out a sigh.

"I suppose I must emit that what he said are my own words, although it was more stated as a hope for the future rather then fact." Finally his eyes met yours, his expression full of honest intent and determination which in a way contrasted with the blush aligning his cheeks. "Please understand that I'm not holding you to anything, this is all your own choice. But I would be very happy... elated actually if you.. you'd consider..."
Thor x Reader - Clueless

Cliffhanger! Cuz I'm a douche like that. :p (P.S. This is a One-Shot!)


My third Reader x fic, hope you liked. ^^


I originally typed this up on my phone and it was hell, but at least I had it close at hand for whenever I wanted to work on it.


When I started this story I had the first part all planned out but when I got to when Thor left you in the bedroom I was stuck. I didn't know what to do next so my editor and I bounced ideas off each other and eventually I latched onto something.


I didn't get to put it in but originally I wanted to put in hear that Thor has liked you for a while. In Asgard he could have just asked you to a ball in a couple days of knowing you if not sooner but because you are from earth he thought he had to treat you with more consideration and take things a lot slower.


I like to picture Thor daydreaming about you when he should be learning kingly stuff. ^^


Hope you enjoyed and I own no one mentioned in this story.

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Warning! This has boy x boy in it and an attempt at writing a little smut (aka sex) by a virgin.

Steve pulled his fingers from Tony after the billionaire had assured him he was ready for the main course through a series of noises and hip movements. The younger whimpered slightly at the loss but knew what was to come as the blond lifted his legs up onto Steve's shoulders.

Now this was a story to tell, having a one night stand with good old fashioned Captain America. It kind of came out of nowhere, nothing more that shy glances here and there leading up to tonight when Tony moved a little to suggestively. When their eye's met for a little to long. When Steve suddenly grabbed him and pulled him a little to close to not do something about.

But Tony kind of expected this in a weird sort of way. Steve was in his late 20s, mid 90s if you want to be technical, and was undoubtedly a man. So many years of hearing and having urges to have another body against his could only be restrained for so long. The inventor should count himself lucky that Steve picked him to lose control over, and if he pictures it in the right way Tony could imagine that maybe some feelings where behind this. But in the end he knew this was all simply sex driven, but god was it amazing.

Steve placed his rock hard cock at Tony's entrance, already protected and lubed, and held the black haired's hips for stability, then stopped.

“Tony.” Steve called, looking up at the billionaires face.

“What?” Tony questioned in slight annoyance at the hold up, though he didn't look up at his current partner. His eyes where screwed shut in preparation for the inevitable pain, hands griping the sheets desperately. His heart was pounding, from slight fear, from the foreplay, from the man above him. It was like he had been desperately waiting for this night, but he also wanted to get it done and over with it before his heart jumped from his chest.

“Before we do this-”

“Before? We're half way through the race cap, your a little late.”

“I mean before we go all the way.” He re-states, his words coming out in heavy breaths because despite Tony being the one getting more of the attention, Steve was having his first time tonight and it was a lot to take in. It was more awkward then he had expected and he fumbled more then he would like to have emitted. Despite this however Tony would smile, chuckle a little, then lead him, just like Steve pictured he would. “I need you to know that this isn't some one night fling.” Tony finally opened his eyes at this.

Now didn't this sound like the good old 1920's gentleman Captain America was known for. Next hell be assuring Tony that if he gets pregnant he'll marry him.

Despite the humorous thought in Tony's head, he did look up at the blond who showed an all to serious expression, though the seriousness was off put a bit with his face between the youngers legs and a crimson blush across his cheeks. Then again, Tony couldn't say it wasn’t a turn on.

“I don't want to be woken up by J.A.R.V.I.S. and Pepper telling me it's time to leave.” Tony watches the older with a slightly tired, confused, and a bit hungry expression before letting out a small laugh.

“Sure, whatever.”

“I'm serious.” Steve says with more certainty then Tony is used to, let alone expecting. The blond slides one off the billionaires legs off his shoulder so he can reach out and cup Tony's face, which the younger nether pulled away from nor push into. “I want you for more then tonight.” The black haireds heart and brain began to quicken yet get scrambled, like a twister passing through them, at the words, but he forced the feelings down.

“If your asking for a fuck buddy I have to admit it's not really my style.” There shouldn't be to many emotions, no attachments, Tony was never good with them. His relationships always seemed to end with both people being hurt, and out of all the people he's slept with, Steve is the last person Tony wanted to hurt.

The super solder’s expression was sad as he leaned forward, inadvertently causing the head of his penis to press against the younger's awaiting entrance, causing Tony to squirm slightly, mostly to give an obvious hint that he wanted to stop talking and move on with the show. Despite the silent pleas, Steve leaned down to place a kiss on the corner of his partners lips.

“It's not about that at all, and I think you know it.” The blond said as he lifted back up again to look at the billionaires expression which was almost a disbelieving grin to cover that fact that Steve was partly right. You see if you asked Tony's brain, which the black haired usually sided with, it would deny any emotions happening, it was all just the usual casual sex and that it's bad to go any further. His heart on the other hand was reaching for something a little more.

In response to his inner confusion, Tony wrapped his arms around the older's neck and pulled there lips together before anything comes out of them that either might regret. Steve let Tony have his way for that moment as the billionaire rolled his hips upward.

“Come on Cap, I know you're new to this but it doesn’t usually take this long.” Tony said as he continued his lower motion, refusing to look up into the older's eyes.

“You will be here when I wake up.” Steve pretty much ordered in a gentle yet firm voice. Finally he sank the head of his penis into the younger, immediately stopping Tony's motions. The billionaire gasped slightly at the penetration, then screwed is eyes shut as Steve slowly slid in. “I want to have breakfast with you and take you on a proper date.” The solder said over Tony's hissing, though his breath was a little more raged at this point as the younger's inner walls clamped down around him.

One of the billionaires hands griped the larger's shoulder while the other was buried in the sheets, gripping with such force that his knuckles where turning white. Once fully sheathed, Steve waited for the younger to relax, along with his own erratic heart beat. Tony's grip did loosen on the sheets and his chest began to rise and fall again instead of when he held his breath.

“I want to be with you Tony.” The inventor didn't respond, both from his physical disposition and his mental one. The things Steve was saying, they sounded so nice, Tony wondered how long it wound last. Knowing himself, he figured it would be short term, but was a few weeks worth it? What would happen to their friendship, the team, their hearts?

+Time Skip+

Steve's eye's slowly flutter open as consciousness came to him. As soon as his brain was running at a decent capacity he reached out to the other side of the bed. Cold.

“Good morning Mr. Rogers.” Came the familiar voice of J.A.R.V.I.S..

“He didn't...” The blond though to himself.

“You'll find your cloths pressed and cleaned on the chair beside you.”

“No! God damn it!” Steve shot back as he sat up. Tony ran away, just like the soldier feared. “He promised he wouldn’t do this.” The blond ranted to himself as he flung the blanket off and proceeded to stand. He approached the chair and indeed there they where clean, neatly folded, like nothing happened, like both men hadn't been clawing to get them off last night, like they weren't abandoned on the floor for most of the evening.

“Where is he?” Steve asked as he began to slip the clothing on hastily.

“Who do you mean sir?'

“You know exactly who I mean.” Steve said as he glared up at the ceiling, as if glaring at the AI itself.

“Where is Tony?” He answered anyway, just to try and avoid needless dawdling.

“I promise you that Mr. Stark is quite alright.”

“I'm sure he is.” Steve snarked back, his anger beginning to get the better of him. It wasn't J.A.R.V.I.S.'s fault that his creator is an untrusting, self doubting, lair.

“Now if you could please proceed to basement level 1 you will find your motorbike-”

“I'm not leaving.” Steve cut off as he fastened the last few buttons on his shirt. “Not until I have a few words with Tony.” And with that, Steve turned and left the bedroom.

“Mr. Rogers, I don't advice you to seek out Mr. Stark.

“He's in his lab isn’t he?” The blond asked as he took the appropriate turn to the laboratory, not bothering to wait for a response, though the pause of silence from the butler was reassuring.

The lab, that was where you could almost always find Tony, Steve having found and dragged him out a few times himself.

“Sir, I believe it's best if you simply take your leave for today.” J.A.R.V.I.S. attempted. Even as an AI, the concern in the lack of the control of the situation was evident, all be it subtle. The butler asked only once more to get the solider to stop, and when he was ignored yet again, he switched his attention to his creator.

“Sir,” The AI called in a tone that almost sounded like human worry. The billionaire looked up from the project he had long since lost concentration on. “Mr. Rogers is-”

“Tony!” Steve inadvertently interrupted as he closed in on the room. The black haired man jumped from his seat as his mind went into flight mode. Why'd he have to be so damn persistent?

“Close and lock the doors.” Tony barked then looked around the room for a way to escape. There where other ways out of the lab but what use would they be? Even if he hopped into a car, Captain America could out run him.

“May I suggest sir that you just speak to him.” J.A.R.V.I.S. offered, though he did begin to close the appropriate door.

“Don't be crazy.” Tony said, absentmindedly looking up at the speakers where his butlers voice was coming from, but then he spotted the sun roof. “J.A.R.V.I.S., my suit.”

“Please tell me your not considering fighting him off.”

“Of course not.” Tony rejected as he stepped onto the appropriate spot to be equipped. “The only place he can't follow me is up.” He said, though it was more of a mumble of reassurance to himself. Just as the door locked itself and the Iron Man suit began to form, Steve finally reached the lab. He instantly glared at the panicked inventor through the transparent walls.

“Tony!” The blond shouted again. The billionaire glanced momentarily at the man before turning back to his equipment and demanding it hurry up. Steve grabbed the door handle and wasn’t surprised to find it locked. “Tony, open up!” Steve demanded but was obviously ignored.

“Open the sky light.” Tony ordered hastily as he attempted to speed up the process any way he could.

“Tony please.” The super soldier tried one last time and though he was able to make the younger hesitate, it wasn’t enough to stop him in his escape plan. Steve didn't really want to do this, but he knew that if Tony got away now, there's a chance Captain America would never catch him.

As Tony began to slip on his helmet, the blond took a few steps back, readied his shoulder, then slammed into the walls, instantly shattering it. Tony looked back at the sudden noise and flipped his face plate down.

“J.A.R.V.I.S. go!” Tony demanded as Steve composed himself. Iron Man's jet boots fired up and prepared to take off.

“Oh no you don't.” The billionaire began to lift from the ground, only to have two strong arms grab onto his waist and pull him to the taller's chest.

“Hey!” Tony shouted as he began to struggle, trying to pull out of the same arms he felt lucky to be held in last night.

“Your not running away from this!” Steve declared as his arms began to feel a bit strained from holding Iron Man down but he battled through it, even when Tony's struggles became more desperate and almost violent.

“I'm not running.” Tony lied for purely prides sake.

“Yes you are. Your running away from me, my feelings... your feelings.”

“Let me go.” Tony shot back as his struggles lessened from physical strain, strain on the suit, and from realizing that he wouldn't be getting away without seriously hurting Steve.

“What are you so afraid of?” The older asked as he loosened his grip a little when the younger stopped his flailing. “Tony?” He questioned in almost a whisper as the inventor shut off the jets, knowing that if he tried to fly away, Steve would probably hold on and come with him. There was a long pause of silence while Steve held Tony more like an embrace now then restraints as he rested his forehead on Iron Mans helmet. “What are you scared of?” The captain asked in a deep breath as he had been tired out by the fight. The silence then continued, long and a bit uncomfortable as they stood there, Steve holding onto the Iron Man suit that concealed Tony.

“Why are you so determined?” Tony finally asked. “Why can't you just leave like everyone else?”

“Because I'm not like everyone else.” Steve answered, a smile spreading across his lips. “I care about you more then anyone else.” Tony mentally curled further into his suit as a blush rose to his cheeks, though the Iron Man stood frozen, as if unfazed.

“Don't get carried away now Cap.” Tony said in an attempted humorous voice but it came out as more nervous induced chuckle. “Your thinking way to deep into this.”

“I don't know. I may be new to this sex thing but not to love. We've been friends for years Tony. You don't think I've noticed how you look at me, the way we are together, the things you make me feel.” Steve wanted to see the younger so bad, he was probably blushing profusely as he always does in a sentimental moment. Blushes, avoids eye contact, and trying to wipe a smile of his face to no avail, that's what Tony did. That’s how Steve wanted to make him feel every day if possible. A little embarrassed but undoubtedly happy, loved. “Haven't you felt it too?”

Again silence. For a long moment both men stood stationary, Steve holding on to the cold metal suit, quietly waiting. Then there was a sound. The soldier could hear Tony's breathing getting heavy, then a sniff.

“Tony?” Steve said softly as he stepped around Iron Man who hung his head. “Tony... let me in, please! He asked both literally and metaphorically.

It took a moment but eventfully the visor flipped open to reveal the billionaires face in a state that no other had seen since his childhood. His expression looked both hurt and confused as tears streamed down his blushing cheeks. Instinctively Steve panicked at the water works, thinking he had hurt his friend in some way.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-” Tony's gloved hands grabbed the blonds face and pulled it down into a kiss.
Steve x Tony - Not Like Other Nights
I did a thing!  


If you have read my other story's you may have noticed that I exposition the hell out of the last 1/8 of the story. I'm trying to get out of that so I did not do it on this one and it feels weird but hopefully its okay.


Please ignore the sexy scene at the beginning. It needed to be written but I don't know how, virgin here ^^; I was a lot more comfortable with the second half, I can work with feels better then sexy time.


Hope you enjoyed and as always, I own no one mentioned in this story.

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