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 Pietro always had a jealous streak. He knew this. Wanda had pointed it out to him many times. But it had gotten so much worse after he and his sister joined the Avengers. More importantly, after he met Y/n. It didn’t help that all the Avengers were living in the same place (Stark tower) and that everyone loved Y/n. She was best friends with everyone on the team. It was amazing to watch her interact with all these different personalities. Her and Clint talked constantly (gossip was one of their shared interests). Steve loved to hang out with her. She was one of the only people he could talk about his past with. Y/n thought it was g

:bulletgreen: Loki-x-Pregnant! Reader: The Worst Kind of Torture :bulletgreen: It was a Monday. Meaning it was the beginning to a new week, and a fresh start for possibilities and changes. Near the center of the city sat the Avengers Tower; tall and telling as it reached for the sky with a bold, emblematic grace.   But today, something was off. . .   The morning had started off with general silence with Steve and Thor coming out for breakfast- silently joining Tony at the bar.  But as they had sat around the large counter for cups of coffee and the odd piece of burnt toast, the silence was broken.   It seemingly rose from the very depths of

:bulletgreen: Loki x Reader: Sleeping Beauty :bulletgreen: Your breathing was heavy as you crouched behind a giant pillar in the underground facility. You'd just fought upwards of fifteen guards (all of which had guns) and had taken a beating by the last chump. Since when do they have the hired help learn special techniques, you wondered in annoyance as you placed a somewhat shaky hand to your rib cage. During the excitement, you'd definitely cracked something- but you pushed past the beginnings of pain and continued to move forward. You had an objective, and you wouldn't be leaving this hole in the ground until you had succeeded. Peeking

:bulletred: Tony x Reader: Consider me Gone :bulletred: I sat silently upon the bed I shared with my lover, eyes staring off to a spot only I could see. The gigantic bedroom was currently freezing, matching my mood and emotions quite perfectly as I absently plucked the corner of the red and gold comforter in a broken rhythm. I couldn't say how long I had been in this position, but as I felt the goosebumps on my forearms rise to an incredible height I called out for assistance.   “Jarvis, can you turn up the heat please?” “Very good, Miss (L/n). Will there be anything else?” I thought for a long moment before answeri