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    ℘.℘ || my new hobby. ₊˚⊹

    y/n Stark has exactly one person she cannot stand, and naturally, it has to be her father’s favorite mentee. Peter Parker. It started at Midtown, where they competed for everything: grades, rankings, academic positions, recognition. Every year, they fought for first place. And every year, somehow, Peter won. What began as academic rivalry quickly became personal. Now Y/N and Peter are constantly competing, not just for the top spot in class, but for Tony Stark’s attention. Unfortunately for Y/N, Peter is the obvious winner at both. Even at the compound, she can’t escape him. She’ll walk downstairs to deliver a message from one of her super-uncles, only to find Peter in the lab. Talking to her father becomes a personal challenge of “try not to mention Peter for one fucking minute,” and Tony fails before she can even finish her sentence. After a brutal study session, Y/N heads downstairs to find the common room packed with Avengers. And Peter. Fucking Peter. She keeps her expression neutral as she walks past everyone, though Peter’s gaze follows her for a second too long. Tony notices immediately. “Y/N, your classmate is here,” he announces, far too proudly. Y/N silently exhales, pours herself a glass of water, and stares into it like it might save her from this conversation. “Oh, God.” She sets the glass down, her usual mask sliding effortlessly back into place. “Make yourself at home, Peter.” Her voice is perfectly impassive. Her expression, however, is dripping with sarcasm. She turns toward the elevator, fully intending to disappear before Tony can say anything else. Then Peter speaks. And somehow, the one person she was trying to avoid is now the only person in the room who seems determined to get under her skin.

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    ℘.℘ || caught in 4k, literally. ₊˚⊹

    y/n stark and peter parker get caught making out in the elevator after the new security cameras catch them, but things get even worse when the doors open and the entire avengers are standing there staring at them. y/n’s hair is a mess and peter has her lipstick all over his lips The Avengers had recently installed security cameras throughout the tower. Mostly for safety. Mostly. Tony had been the one to insist on it, claiming that “if someone gets murdered in my building, I would like the footage for legal reasons.” Nobody had questioned him. They probably should’ve. Because at exactly 11:47 p.m., the elevator camera caught Y/N Stark and Peter Parker very much not using the elevator for its intended purpose. They were making out. Like, actually making out. Y/N had Peter backed against the wall, one hand tangled in his hair while Peter’s hands were firmly around her waist. Her hair was already completely messed up, and Peter’s lips had the faintest smear of Y/N’s lipstick across them. Neither of them noticed the little red camera in the corner. Unfortunately for them, the elevator was also headed straight for the common floor. Ding. The doors slid open. Y/N froze. Peter froze. Standing directly outside were Steve, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Tony, Sam, Bucky and Wanda. Just. Staring. Silence. Absolute fucking silence. Peter slowly removed his hands from Y/N’s waist. Y/N blinked at them, hair looking like she’d just fought for her life. Tony’s eyes immediately went to Peter’s lipstick-covered mouth. Then Y/N. Then Peter again. “…Well.” Nobody moved. Tony slowly pointed at the elevator. “New rule.” Y/N sighed. “Dad—” “Elevators are now for transportation.”

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    𝓢.𝓡 || caught in 4k, literally ˚₊⊹

    The Avengers had recently installed security cameras throughout the tower. Mostly for safety. Mostly. Tony had insisted on them after one too many things mysteriously went missing around the tower. Nobody really questioned it because, honestly, having cameras around a building full of superheroes wasn’t exactly a bad idea. Nobody had questioned him. They probably should’ve. Because at exactly 11:47 p.m., the elevator camera caught Y/N Stark and Steve Rogers very much not using the elevator for its intended purpose. They were making out. Like, actually making out. Y/N had Steve backed against the wall, one hand tangled in his hair while Steve’s hands rested around her waist. Her hair was already completely messed up, and Steve’s usually annoyingly neat appearance was looking slightly less put-together than usual. Neither of them noticed the little red camera in the corner. Unfortunately for them, the elevator was also headed straight for the common floor. Ding. The doors slid open. Y/N froze. Steve froze. Standing directly outside were Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Tony, Sam, Bucky and Wanda. Just. Staring. Silence. Absolute fucking silence. Steve immediately stepped away from Y/N, his face going bright red. Bucky slowly raised an eyebrow. Natasha looked between them. Then at Steve. Then back at Y/N. Tony’s eyes narrowed. “…Captain.” Steve cleared his throat. “Tony.” Tony pointed at the elevator. “Is there something you’d like to explain?” Steve glanced around at everyone. Then at Y/N. Then back at Tony. “…No.” Bucky snorted. Steve shot him a look. Bucky immediately looked away, unsuccessfully hiding a smirk. Tony stared at Steve. “Rogers.” Steve sighed. “I can explain.” Tony folded his arms. “Great. Start with why you’re making out with my daughter in an elevator.” Steve opened his mouth. Pause. “…I have no explanation.” Tony nodded slowly. “Thought so.”

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    𝓑.𝓑 || Caught in 4k, literally ₊˚⊹

    Y/n Stark and Bucky Barnes get caught making out in the Avengers Tower elevator when the newly installed security cameras expose them to the entire team. The Avengers had recently installed security cameras throughout the tower. Mostly for safety. Mostly. Tony had insisted on them after one too many things mysteriously went missing around the tower. Nobody really questioned it because, honestly, having cameras around a building full of superheroes wasn’t exactly a bad idea. Nobody had questioned him. They probably should’ve. Because at exactly 11:47 p.m., the elevator camera caught Y/N Stark and Bucky Barnes very much not using the elevator for its intended purpose. They were making out. Like, actually making out. Y/N had Bucky backed against the wall, one hand tangled in his hair while Bucky’s hands rested firmly around her waist. Her hair was already completely messed up, and Bucky’s usually perfectly composed expression was nowhere to be found. Neither of them noticed the little red camera in the corner. Unfortunately for them, the elevator was also headed straight for the common floor. Ding. The doors slid open. Y/N froze. Bucky froze. Standing directly outside were Steve, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Tony, Sam and Wanda. Just. Staring. Silence. Absolute fucking silence. Bucky slowly looked over everyone’s faces, his expression going completely blank. Steve’s eyes widened. Natasha looked like she was fighting for her life not to laugh. Tony’s eyes immediately went to Bucky’s dishevelled hair. Then Y/N. Then Bucky again. Bucky sighed. “…You’ve got to be kidding me.” Tony slowly pointed at the elevator. “You two.” Bucky glanced down at Y/N before looking back at Tony. “…Elevator was empty.” Steve stared at him. “James.” Bucky’s jaw tightened. “What?” Steve gestured vaguely between them. “You were making out in an elevator.” Bucky shrugged. “Wasn’t hurting anybody.” Tony’s mouth dropped open. “That is NOT the defence you t

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    ℘.℘ || Oh god. ₊˚⊹🕷️

    you accidentally send the wrong picture to peter, instead of sending the notes he asked for: you accidentally sent.. Peter had been staring at the lecture slides for the past twenty minutes and understood approximately none of them. So, naturally, he texted the one person who probably had their life together. peter: uh sorry to bother you, this is peter btw. y/n: what’s up peter peter: can you send ur notes from today’s lecture? y/n: yea no problem, hold on. At the exact same moment, another notification appeared. y/n’s boyfriend: babe, can you send? She didn’t even look at the name. She opened her camera roll, selected the last few pictures, and hit send. Sent. She immediately switched back to Peter’s chat. y/n: sent :) Three seconds passed. Then five. Then: peter: holy shit.. Her stomach dropped. y/n: what Peter was typing. Stopped. Typing again. peter: i don’t think these are the notes Her blood ran cold. She opened the chat. And there they were. The pictures she had definitely meant for her boyfriend. Her soul left her body. Across campus, Peter was staring at his phone like it had personally betrayed him. y/n’s boyfriend: babe i didn’t mean notes. Silence. Peter slowly looked back at the pictures.

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    𝓑.𝓑 || Silly enough to miss you. ₊˚⊹

    y/n was a divorcee, but what the avengers didn’t know, that your ex husband is Bucky. In a drunken haze you publicly admit it. She’d been drinking steadily for the past hour, occasionally checking her phone as if expecting something. Her usual impassive expression had disappeared beneath the alcohol. Every time she took another sip, she let out a sharp hiss. “God…” A pause. “…fucking idiot.” She stared at her phone again. Then took another drink. Nobody knew who she was talking about. Nobody dared ask. Well. Almost nobody. Because across the room stood Bucky Barnes. He’d been beside Steve and Sam for the better part of twenty minutes, pretending to listen to whatever nonsense Sam was rambling about. Pretending. Because Bucky’s attention hadn’t left Y/N once. His eyes followed every movement. Every sip. Every irritated expression. Every time she glanced down at her phone. Steve noticed. Of course he did. His eyes flickered between Bucky and Y/N. “Buck?” Bucky didn’t respond. Sam continued talking. “…and then I told the guy, ‘You can’t just park there, man,’ and he looks at me like I’m the problem—” “Buck.” Still nothing. Steve finally followed Bucky’s gaze. His eyebrows rose. “Oh.” Sam stopped talking. “What?” Steve didn’t answer. He looked at Y/N. Then Bucky. Then back at Y/N. “…Do you two know each other?” Bucky’s jaw tightened. Across the room, Y/N suddenly looked up. Her eyes met his. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Y/N stared at him through half-lidded, alcohol-heavy eyes. Then she raised her glass toward him. A mocking little toast. And mouthed: “Fuck you.” Bucky closed his eyes. Sam blinked. Steve stared. Tony slowly turned around. “…Okay,” Sam said. “That looked personal.” Y/N took another sip. Bucky finally muttered, “She shouldn’t be drinking.”

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    Ⓐ || the cyclical addiction.

    It had been months since your last relapse. You’d struggled with alcohol addiction before,badly. Therapy had helped, slowly giving you something to hold onto besides the destructive thoughts constantly occupying your mind. For months, you had been doing better. Then you found out your boyfriend had cheated on you. Something inside you snapped. While the Avengers were away on a mission, you went completely rogue. One drink became another, and soon almost every bottle in the Tower had been touched by you. By the time you finally stopped, you were sitting alone on the couch, defeated, a drink loosely held in one hand and your phone in the other. The Tower was eerily quiet. The Avengers weren’t expected back until morning. You stared blankly at your phone before taking another sip. Eventually, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You cleaned up what you could, stumbled to the couch, and blacked out. Hours later, you woke up with a splitting headache and a mouth that tasted like regret. Somehow, nobody had noticed. You immediately went upstairs to your room. Later that evening, you forced yourself downstairs for dinner. The moment you entered the room, every face turned toward you. You quietly took your usual seat. One by one, their attention returned to the conversation. Nobody asked where you’d been. Nobody accused you of drinking. Nobody interrogated you. But you could feel it anyway. The silence. The looks. The disappointment that seemed to hang in the air around you. And somehow, that was worse than if they’d said something.

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    Ⓐ || Failed Opportunity. ₊˚⊹

    Everyone knows y/n Stark is dying. Everyone except her. When she overhears the Avengers discussing how much time she has left, her entire world shatters and she disappears before they can explain. ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ Y/N Stark has always wondered why everyone treats her differently. Why the Avengers let her drink, smoke, disappear for hours, and do whatever she wants without ever getting angry. She thinks they’ve simply become more patient with her. She doesn’t know the truth. When Y/N was a child, HYDRA experimented on her with failed Super-Soldier Serums, leaving behind a dangerous compound slowly destroying her body. The Avengers discovered the truth years ago and learned she may not live to thirty. They never told her. Until one afternoon, heavily intoxicated, Y/N overhears: “When is Y/N going to die?” Suddenly, everything makes sense. The pity. The silence. The way everyone walks on eggshells. Her entire life has been a lie. And before anyone can stop her, Y/N disappears.

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    𝓑.𝓑 || Oh shit. ₊˚⊹

    Y/n has a one night stand with ‘James’ only to find out he’s her partner in a mission, Nick fury assigned her to. Firstly, She’d have to head to the avengers tower for the briefing of her recruitment, only to see the same face she was passionately kissing last night. holy shit. Y/n must be having a nightmare— is he— is he staring right at her? Oh shit. He definitely knows.. Theres no way he doesn’t. ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ if this goes well i might make diff versions of this using diff characters!!

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    Ⓐ || Social Anxiety. ₊˚⊹

    Y/n didn’t have any fears, thats what the avengers figured, one day: they save the day, the audience expect a few words from all of them, but y/n takes a step back while the others brush it off as exhaustion, and do some speech. little did they know, the same y/n that breaks bones without flinching, the same y/n that jumps off buildings for fun, the same y/n that doesn’t back down from a challenge, struggled with social anxiety.

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    Ⓐ || Broken Weapon. ₊˚⊹

    HYDRA didn’t just create one Winter Soldier. They created two. Y/N Barnes and her twin brother, Bucky, were taken, experimented on, and turned into living weapons. Now, years later, they’ve been given something neither of them ever had before: a chance at freedom. But freedom doesn’t erase bloodshed. While Bucky slowly learns how to live again, Y/N is drowning in the lives she took, haunted by memories that refuse to stay buried. She can’t sleep. She can’t feel. She can’t forgive herself. And the Avengers have no idea what to do with a woman who was once their enemy but is now sitting silently in their tower. Y/N survived HYDRA. Now she has to survive herself.

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    How long have you been hiding this?

    When a routine Avengers mission takes a dangerous turn, you suffer an injury you choose to keep hidden. With the mission still underway, you convince yourself you can push through the pain just a little longer. But by the time the Quinjet returns to Avengers Tower, the adrenaline has worn off… and so has your ability to keep sustaining the pain.

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    Ⓐ || Red Shadow. ₊˚⊹

    They call her Red Shadow. A vigilante who burns down laboratories, hunts the people responsible, and delivers justice no hero would dare. But Y/n isn’t chasing criminals for glory. She’s hunting the people who remind her of HYDRA. Years ago, she was left to die in one of their laboratories. She was never meant to survive. Now the Avengers are hunting the mysterious woman behind the destruction and slowly realizing they’ve seen her before. Because the girl they thought was dead… never was.

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    𝓑.𝓑 || I need you. ₊˚⊹

    Y/N Rogers is Steve Rogers’ daughter, which unfortunately means she inherited his stubbornness but absolutely none of his survival instincts. After sneaking out of the house to attend a party, everything goes horribly wrong. Now she’s stranded somewhere unfamiliar, drunk, barely able to type, and running out of options. Her last hope is the contact her father gave her years ago: Bucky Barnes. Leaning heavily against a wall for balance, Y/N stares at Bucky’s contact information for far too long before finally typing. Y/N: heeyyy bb Bucky: ?? Bucky: who is this? Her fingers fumble across the keyboard, missing almost every key. Y/N: cna uou pick me u?/ Y/N: iitss y/n A pause. Bucky: Where are you? Y/N squints at the screen, then sends him a completely random address she barely recognizes. Y/N: [insert random address] The typing bubble appears almost immediately. Bucky: Stay there. I’m coming. And for the first time that night, Y/N finally feels like she might actually be okay.

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    ℘.℘ || ˚⊹ 𐙚 how’s your daughter? 🕷️ ˚₊

    Peter’s best friend, y/n, secretly has a crush on him. While working at her dad’s deli, Peter innocently gets asked about Aunt May, until y/n’s dad starts calling her attractive in Italian. Peter understands everything and fires back “So, how’s your daughter?” In perfect italian. Little does Peter know, you just heard the entire conversation.

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    Ⓐ || the consequences. ₊˚⊹

    The world had a funny way of taking everything twice. For Y/N, it started in Sokovia. Her parents died when she was young, leaving her with nothing but a ruined home, a handful of memories, and the immediate realization that nobody was coming to save her. So she learned. She learned how to steal without being noticed. How to lie without hesitation. How to get what she needed through methods that would never survive daylight. She learned which people to trust, which people to avoid, and, most importantly, how to survive without either. Eventually, things got better. Not perfect. Never perfect. But good enough. She had a small place of her own. A routine. A life. And, strangely enough, a distant neighbour who had slowly become the closest thing she had to family. The old woman treated Y/N like a daughter, despite Y/N’s insistence that she didn’t need anyone. For once, Y/N had something worth protecting. Then the Avengers came. Another battle. Another victory. Another city left to clean up afterward. The Avengers saved the world. And somewhere in the aftermath, Y/N’s neighbour was murdered. Not by some grand supervillain. Not during some dramatic final battle. She was simply caught in the chaos left behind. That was all it took. Her only real friend was gone. And Y/N? She had nothing left to lose. Which was exactly why the Avengers had everything to lose. ⸻ Weeks later, Avengers Tower was quiet. Too quiet. Y/N moved through the facility without triggering a single alarm. Her eyes scanned the security systems as she walked, memorizing patterns faster than the cameras could register her presence. The plan was simple. Get inside. Find the files. Get out. The Avengers had records of everything the battles, casualties, collateral damage, decisions made behind closed doors. Y/N didn’t need to beat them in a fight. She just needed proof. Proof that could point directly at them. If she couldn’t destroy the Avengers herself, she’d let the public

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    𝓑.𝓑 || Pucker up buttercup. ₊˚⊹

    Y/N Stark and Bucky Barnes are sworn enemies until missions, arguments, jealousy, and one too many close calls start blurring the line between hatred and something neither of them is ready to admit. ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ Y/N Stark and Bucky Barnes have never gotten along. Ever. She thinks he’s a grumpy, controlling asshole. He thinks she’s a reckless, stubborn pain in the ass. They argue over everything, compete constantly, and somehow always manage to get under each other’s skin. So naturally, Tony decides they should start working together. What begins as forced teamwork quickly becomes something neither of them understands. Bucky starts noticing when Y/N is missing from meetings, when she’s unusually quiet, or when she’s putting herself in danger. Y/N starts noticing the little things about him too, the way he withdraws when something is wrong, the moments when his walls crack, and the rare softness he refuses to show anyone else. Neither of them wants to admit they care. After all, they hate each other. At least, that’s what they keep telling themselves. Between dangerous missions, late-night arguments, jealousy, accidental vulnerability, and far too much forced proximity, the line between hatred and something else slowly begins to disappear. And Bucky is starting to realize that maybe the person who annoys him most is also the person he’d tear the world apart to protect. “Don’t make me come looking for you, Stark.” y/n rolls her eyes. Neither of them realizes yet just how much that sentence is going to mean.

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    𝓑.𝓑 • 𝓢.𝓡 || Choose me. ₊˚⊹

    After a dangerous mission, Y/N gets seriously hurt. Although she survives, the incident leaves everyone shaken. From that moment onward, the entire team becomes hyperaware of her. Every movement she makes is watched. If she reaches for something too high, someone is already there. If she walks too quickly, someone tells her to slow down. If she winces, everyone immediately notices. No one wants to risk seeing her injured again. Steve and Bucky are affected the most. Both men become unusually quiet after the mission, each silently replaying the moment Y/N was hurt and imagining what could have happened if they hadn’t gotten to her in time. Their usual confidence disappears, replaced by fear, guilt, and the realization that their feelings for her run much deeper than they ever admitted. Then, somehow, on the exact same day, both Steve and Bucky confess their feelings for Y/N. Steve’s confession should be heartfelt and vulnerable. Y/N has loved Steve for years, ever since the day he saved her from a fire. That moment became permanently etched into her heart, and Steve has always been the crush she never quite managed to get over. His confession forces her to confront feelings she’s carried for a long time. But Bucky’s confession is equally devastating. Bucky has become everything Y/N could ever ask for in a partner: protective without being controlling, gentle when she needs comfort, fiercely loyal, and someone who understands the parts of her that she struggles to explain. His feelings are not born from the fear of losing her alone; he genuinely loves her and has quietly fallen for her over time. Y/N is completely overwhelmed. She doesn’t know whether both confessions are genuine or whether Steve and Bucky are simply reacting emotionally to almost losing her. She worries that the mission has left everyone shaken and that perhaps they’re confused.

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