Disclaimer- I do not own the Avengers. Y/n - Your Name. Thoughts
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For the past three days Tony Stark had consumed far too much caffeine to be healthy. He bounced around the renamed Avenger tower. Tweaking, and fiddling, and mending this and that. While he mumbled under his breath with excitement.
The others watched him carefully, aware that the genius hadn't slept in days. On the eighth day Tony was bubbling with excitement.
"Just wait till you meet her," he said slurping the last of his third coffee of the hour. He glanced down at the cup sudden then back at the people in the room, focusing on his favourite science brother. "Brucie?!" He promptly shut his eyes and fell asleep standing. Steve Rogers jerked forward to catch him before he fell to the floor.
"You're sure we should have done this?" Bruce Banner looked guilt at his friend.
"It's for his own good, Bruce." Steve picked up Tony over his shoulder while comforting the other man.
"Beside I enjoyed the chance to drug him." Natasha Romanoff gleamed from her position by the kitchen island. Drugging Tony was almost as much fun as drugging Clint.
"Who do you think he was talking about?" Clint asked, leaning beside the counter while taking a slow mouthful of his own coffee. He then paused as if hearing Natasha's thoughts. He gave her a sideways glance while holding the hot liquid in his mouth. The smile she gave him was more suited to be on a Cheshire cat then a human. He kept eye contacts and gulped loudly. Clint blinked twice before sending her a glare. Having realised at once that nothing was happening. "I hate you sometime." He muttered.
Natasha chuckled moving past him with all the grace of a feline and purred out. "I know." Before disappearing with Steve and the unconscious Tony to help put him to bed. Clint muttered darkly to himself. Bruce simply shrugged, and the shadow in the background felt his lips twitch in amusement.
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It was late in the evening when Tony reappeared in the group living room. Sleep clouded eyes and hair sticking out at every angle. He half hearted shot a glare at everyone as he shuffled toward one of the large sofa's.
"I hate you all." he growled. Before he fell face first onto the pillows, his forehead resting on Bruce's thigh. "thank you."
Bruce gave a small smile, thankful the other man didn't hate him before returning to his latest book.
Clint grunted and nudged Natasha with his elbow. The two were playing and showing Steve Mario Cart from the pillow fort on the floor.
The dark shadow by the wall tilted his head. Listening to something before disappearing towards the dark kitchen around the corner.
Tony groaned and raised his head muttering about the time before calling out. "FRIDAY, is she here yet?" Before the computer could respond there was a muffled bump and a quiet squeak from outside the room.
"Yes sir, Miss. L/N has arrived and is in the kitchen with Mr. Barnes." The cool woman's voice replied. It had taken point three seconds for the team to put together the fact the strange noises came from the kitchen. Before Tony and Steve scrambled towards it.
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A few hours before-
You dragged your suitcase behind you as you exited the airport and hoped it would be easy to get a cab.
Not for the first time. You had thought it would have been easier to let your godfather handle the trouble of travel, but no. You had told yourself firmly. That you where an adult. Perfectly capable of sorting out and paying for your own travel expences. Even if the plane is delayed for more then two hours and the guy that sat in front of you clearly didn't believe in deodorant.
Once you told the address to the cab driver, he bragged non stop from JFK to your destination about the Avengers living in New York. You smiled politely. Nodded in the right areas, but you were so tired. Jet lag already setting in, as you had spent the whole journey being too nervous to sleep.
It had been years since you had seen your godfather and you had both grown up. You physical and mentally. Him mentally. He was now saving the world, whereas before he was more focused on saving himself for the next party.
You paid the cab and dragged your suitcase into the towering Avenger's building. After being let in by security, you entered the elevator. You remembered your godfather telling you he had a new intelligence system. He had updated it after J.A.V.I.S became Vision.
"Em, Ms. FRIDAY? " you felt a little stupid talking to thin air and hoped you called the right name.
"Yes Miss?" The woman's voice filled the elevator
"Is em, is Tony ..I mean...Mr Stark..here?"
"Yes Miss. Sir is in the living room. " the elevator stopped. "Along the corridor, past the kitchen, Miss. You can leave your suitcase by the door."
"Thank you." You said to the ceiling, slipping out of the door and leaving your case by the wall. You could hear a low murmur of talking and you guessed the TV. The lights were dim. You could still see as you walked silently into the kitchen. You looked around slowly while you made your way to the other door. You were suddenly slammed into the kitchen cupboard by a huge solid force.
The force immobilised you. Cold presser wrapped around your throat. A warm hand held one wrist against the cabinet. A firm knee wedged itself between your legs and hips pressed against your own. You were nose to nose with your attacker when you recognised him.
"Bucky?" You croak. The presser against your throat tighten momentarily. Before he released your neck and leaned his top half away from you to take a better look. He didn't let go of your wrist but stopped pinning it.
"(Your nick name)" he looked confused "what are you doing here?"
"Me? What are you doing here?" You both spoke low as if aware that the others might over hear you.
It had been over a year since you saw the man before you. He didn't look as angry or as frighten as you remembered him looking. He still had this bad boy vibe and that edgy look in his eyes. Like he could take you apart in every way.
"Y/N?" You heard your godfather call from the doorway to where you guess was the living room. The lights raise and brighten. You became aware that you and Bucky had been staring at each other. He still had you pinned to the cupboard from the waist down. "Hey Frozon," Tony made a shoo motion with his hand, eyes flicking between you both with a hard edge. You recognise the person behind him as Steve Rogers aka Captain America.
The blonds eyes were locked on Bucky.
Tony frown when Bucky didn't move away and turned to you or what he could see of you around Bucky's bulky frame. "I don't remember you being this tall Y/N" he grumbled. Bucky quickly removed his knee and himself from you. You shrunk a few inches back onto the soles of your feet. You had moved onto your toes when you had pushed against the cupboard. The heat from his body still lingering on your skin. Just as it used to do.
You looked up at Tony and smile as he held out his arms to you. As he hugged you, you got the feeling he was sending a glare at the dark haired man behind you. Tony gripped your shoulders when you parted.
"Introductions!" He called " you've met frozen soldier mark 2, this is mark 1 or Steve." Both men frown at your godfather, before Steve smiled shyly at you with a nod.
"Ma'am" you smile back at him.
"Y/N please."
The three of you make your way back to the living room. Here you were introduced to the other three as Clint unpaused the game he and Natasha were playing.
""These are the guys. How was the flight? I told you. I'd have gotten my plane to pick you up. All those sweat bodies and crying ."
Tony spoke fast not letting you answer before he shivered at the people. It made you smile. He was always the talker something you admired about him. You where the opposit. Offen more comfortable in your own head. You were quiet and reserved. Sometimes you said the wrong things, and it haunts you late at night when your trying to sleep. You knew Tony was a people person. He always surrounded himself with people, but with few that he trusted completely. You had a few close friends and preferred keeping away from the large crowds. Your parents had said you where too cautious for a girl your age. They normally finished the conversation by telling you to be safe, and about horror stories about girls that weren't.
Tony was still talking about horrible flights when you managed to interrupt him.
"Thank you Tony, but I was perfectly fine. I am an adult now you know. I can look after my self." You say softly, stopping Tony short. He paused, looks you up and down then states,
"No your not. I remember being a teenager and you only think you're an adult. You're only, what like 16?" You knew you looked young but that was ridiculous.
"I'm in my mid twenties now Tony. "
"What" he look generally shocked.
"Yes. I work, pay bills. Do adult type things."
"Not all adult type things I hope."
You look at him confused. He huffed loudly.
"this is not a conversation to have with Captain innocent over there." He gestures to Steve who looks about as confused as you do. Steve confusion melted away the same time yours did.
"I'm not totally naive Tony." He huffed cheeks reddening.
"Yes you are," Tony then turned to you "and so are you." He turned away muttering. "and I'm not having anyone putting their hands all over my goddaughter."
He called for FRIDAY. Wanting to recheck the security measures. You tried desperately not to glance at the one man in the room that had put his hands all over you.
Bruce stretched and got up. "It's getting late guys. It was nice meeting you Y/N."
"You too, Doctor Banner."
"Just Bruce please." He chuckled, Tony had introduced him as something different but you had already known who he was. He said good night to the others and a wave of sleepiness came over you as you stifled a yawn.
"Come on, I'll show you to your room." Bucky had appeared behind you and spoke quietly. Tugging gently at the back of your shirt. You had already started to turn as Tony spoke up.
"How do you know where her room is?!"
"You spent three hours yesterday trying to decide on curtain or blinds." Bucky responded without turning around as he headed towards the kitchen. Tony looked unsure. It was at that moment you knew he wasn't comfortable with Bucky knowing this or where your room was or how friendly he was to you
"Don't worry Tony, I can handle him." You tell him quietly.
"Honey, grown men can't handle him" he signed deeply. He believed you don't truly know anything about this man.
"There's the problem, you're men." You shrug before sayings good night and following Bucky.
Natasha looked away from her on screen character celebrating its win over Clint "I like her."
"Don't you have someone to bite, Widow?" Tony shot back. Natasha levelled him with a glare as Clint chuckled and Steve told them goodnight.