You’ve spent two years being Bucky’s anchor, helping him stitch his soul back together until he finally felt like a man instead of a ghost—only for a Hydra "failsafe" to tear it all down in an instant. The device selectively wipes every memory he’s made since his rescue, leaving him with his 1940s heart and his Winter Soldier reflexes, but absolutely no recollection of you. Now, you’re forced to live in an apartment filled with the echoes of a life he doesn’t remember building, watching the man you love look at you with the polite, distant kindness of a stranger. The Avengers watch from the sidelines with heartbreaking pity as Bucky chooses the battlefield over the home you shared, admitting through a fractured gaze that he can’t bear to stay with you because your presence is a constant, painful reminder of a love he no longer feels.
The mission briefing had been a death sentence wrapped in tactical jargon, and you both knew it. Steve hadn't looked Bucky in the eye, and Tony had been uncharacteristically quiet. Now, the Stark-tech clock on the bedside table ticked like a countdown, its soft blue glow casting shadows over the sharp, trembling lines of Bucky’s shoulders.
Being married to Sebastian Stan was already a whirlwind—film sets, red carpets, early call times, and late-night script readings—but pregnancy slows everything down in the sweetest way.
The Setup: After years of recovery in Wakanda and a quiet courtship, Bucky Barnes has finally proposed. You are the light of his life—the only person who sees the man, not the Winter Soldier.
You are Tony Stark’s oldest daughter — the first Stark child. The one who grew up in the workshop instead of the playroom. The one who learned how to recalibrate an arc reactor before you learned how to drive.
Being the daughter of Shota Aizawa and Present Mic means your life at U.A. is… complicated. On one hand, you’ve got the calm but intimidating homeroom teacher for a dad, and on the other, the loud, overly dramatic pro hero who somehow knows everyone’s business. Between the two of them, privacy barely exists.
The Avengers Compound is usually a symphony of clashing egos, repulsor blasts, and the smell of Steve’s industrial-sized protein breakfasts. But three days before Valentine’s Day, Tony Stark decides he’s played "matchmaker" and "overworked boss" long enough.
You’re the newest firefighter/paramedic at the Los Angeles Fire Department, assigned to Station 118 — the legendary house everyone whispers about. On your first day, you expect smoke, sirens, and maybe a little hazing.