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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, The_Avengers_(Marvel_Movies)
  Relationship:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Reader, Steve_Rogers/Reader, Thor/Reader, Loki/
      Reader, James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Steve_Rogers, Clint_Barton/Natasha_Romanoff,
      More_to_be_added_in_future_parts
  Additional Tags:
      Avengers_AU, AU, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Smut, Swearing,
      alcohol_and_drug_use, Abuse, Consensual_Underage_Sex, with_underage
      characters, and_possible_adult_character, implied/possible_incest,
      Polyamory, Possible_Character_Death, possible_cheating, nsfw_images
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-02 Updated: 2018-02-13 Chapters: 4/? Words: 7395
****** Thrills ******
by Pandoras_Fix
Summary
     Y/n’s got a close knit group of friends that share everything.
     Everything. What happens when bored and disillusioned rich kids get
     together? Nothing good.
***** Chapter 1 *****
IMPORTANT NOTE: If this is your first time seeing my work, please
read THIS first for all possible warnings. Thank you.
===============================================================================
 
You’d been collecting strays long before you understood the phrase.
First, there were Steve and Bucky- Steve was smaller than the other children in
your kindergarten class, but he never let it get in the way. The only time he
ever shrank away was when in the presence of his mother. His father had left
them, and for some reason you still couldn’t understand, his mother blamed him
for it.
Bucky was in first grade, and checked on Steve regularly. You always thought he
was a lot like Steve because he was always bruised up. It wasn’t until later
when you were playing at his house that you learned exactly how he was getting
them. His father was a drinker, and his mother was always doped up to numb
herself against the pain. Unfortunately, it meant she never cared Bucky had
become an additional punching bag.
Next, it was the Odinsons- They moved into the house next door after their
mother’s death. Their father was overly critical and emotionally unavailable,
but it had only gotten worse after his wife’s passing. Loki was your age and in
the same grade as you and Steve. His brother Thor was a year older than Bucky.
You had unobstructed views to each other’s bedroom windows, and you would often
communicate that way. It was through that connection you later discovered the
joy in exhibitionism.
Then there was Nat and her boyfriend Clint- You met Nat through your ballet
class, and you became fast friends. Her mother was too busy trying to land the
next future ex-husband to remember she even had a daughter. Clint lost his
parents in a car wreck and lived with his brother, who never failed to remind
him what a burden he was.
They always gathered at your house, often staying the night for days on end.
Your own parents didn’t mind. How could they when they were never home? They
each had their own businesses, neither backing down when it came time to decide
who would be your primary caregiver. In the end, they hired a nanny. She was
alright, but there was no misunderstanding that you were just a job to her.
When you turned 13, she was let go because you were old enough to look after
yourself. When they were home, it was just for the night, and in the morning
they’d be off to their next meeting halfway around the world.
They spoke to each other even less than they spoke to you. The last time they
were even in the same room, you had been suspended for fighting along with
Steve and Bucky. Your father yelled about your antics costing him an important
partnership, and decided to give you your mother’s last name so you couldn’t
affect his own good name. When your mother found out, she raised hell and they
had a three day shout fest that ended when they decided on a great
grandmother’s last name.
So that was your little group- As you grew up, you became more dependent on
each other. The trust between you all complete and unwavering.
On the outside, you were perfect: privileged rich kids with a limitless future.
Destined to excel in life as you did in school. Nat did cheerleading, Steve,
Buck, Clint and Thor did football, Loki was the school’s star debater, and you
were president of the student council for your grade. All of that on top of
excellent grades and fake smiles etched on your faces.
In private, though, you were anything but. In a way, you were happy. You didn’t
have to wear your masks in private, and there were no inhibitions holding you
back from anything. There were no judgements among you, no strange or
disappointed looks. You could truly be yourselves, and you valued it more than
anything.
So when your doorbell rang, you all froze. Nat was the first to spring into
action, grabbing the bottles of booze and running them to the kitchen to hide
them. Steve grabbed the air freshener and began to spray away the smell of
alcohol and weed. Thor hid the coke under the couch cushions, while Clint and
Bucky took all the glasses and rinsed them in the sink. You detached your lips
from Loki’s and climbed off his lap, warily making your way to the door.
When everyone was settled, looking as if nothing but pizza in front of the TV
had been going on, you looked through the peephole.
“It’s those twins,” you grumbled.
Pietro and Wanda Maximoff were the new kids in town. According to the rumors,
they weren’t like you. They were from a small town and their mother had to work
three jobs just to keep a roof over their heads. She finally shipped them off
to their father, who lived down the street from you. You supposed it was those
rumors that kept most of the other students from befriending them. And you
supposed the reason they gravitated to you was that you were some of the few to
treat them nicely. Still, none of you were willing to offer friendship when you
had so much to lose. However dysfunctional, you were a family, and you would
protect it at all cost.
“What could they want?” Thor asked.
“I don’t know. Should we pretend no one’s here?”
“Clint, with your stomping, even you’d hear it,” Nat quipped.
You opened the door carefully, putting on a smile for them. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hi Y/n,” Wanda said brightly. “We were wondering if you guys wanted to hang
out. We um we brought this.” She pulled out a bottle of whiskey from her bag.
“We saw Bucky brought one so we thought we’d bring some, too.”
Chancing a look at Bucky, you saw he’d gone a little pale. Now you had to let
them in, at least so they wouldn’t tell anyone. “Come in. We have pizza.”
The night turned out kind of fun, and even though they interrupted your plans,
none of you really seemed to mind when they showed up again a few days later.
The third time they went over, you were all laughing at how wasted they were
getting. You were still being cautious of doing much of anything around them,
but at least if they were drunk you could relax a little.
“I’m glad we’re friends.” Wanda was slurring her words, hanging on to Pietro so
she wouldn’t fall over. “We didn’t have anyone but each other back home.”
“From the first day of school Wanda said- she said ‘these people will be our
friends, you will see.’” they laughed and the rest of you exchanged confused
looks.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Wanda loudly whispered. “Why Mother really sent us
here?”
“Uh, sure.” Natasha nodded, unsure what to expect.
“Promise you won’t tell?”
Wanda giggled when you all agreed and turned on her seat facing her brother.
She put her hand behind his neck and pulled him to her, pressing her lips on
his. The kiss heated up and they were unaware of all the wide eyes a jaws
dropped around the room.
“Holy shit,” Nat whispered.
They pulled apart and looked around at all of you, laughing at the looks on
your faces. Wanda snuggled into him and they continued to watch the movie,
falling asleep soon after. Everyone went to kitchen to discuss what just
happened.
“Ok, that happened, right? It wasn’t just me?” Clint asked.
“That happened,” Loki confirmed.
“So what now?” Bucky looked around at everyone for an answer.
“I dunno,” Steve replied. “But we can rest easy now knowing they won’t breathe
a word about what goes on here.”
“We should wait to see what happens in the morning. No need to rush anything.”
“I agree with Nat,” you said. “They might freak and we may need to convince
them we’re not gonna talk.”
“It’s settled then,” Thor said. “In the morning we make breakfast and assure
them it’s nothing to worry over.”
Everyone agreed and you went your separate ways for the night. Clint and
Natasha took the other couch, while the others found a spare room to crash in.
Bucky silently followed you to your room, knowing the night had something in
store for you both. “You gonna keep it down, Princess?” he growled after
shutting your door.
“Uh-huh.”
“You sure?” He began to stalk toward you. “Last time your moans almost woke up
mom and dad. What if they’d heard ya, huh?”
“I’m sorry.” You looked to the floor and pouted playfully. “I’ll be good and
quiet, I promise.”
Bucky took off his shirt and reached for yours to remove it, too. “Good. Now
tell me, who’s the best big brother in the world?”
“You, Buck.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you make sure I feel good.” You bit your lip when he dropped his
pants, boxers and all. Your eyes trailed over his body hungrily, his cock
already rock hard and tip glistening.
“That’s right. Because that’s what big brothers are for.” He unsnapped your bra
and tossed it aside, going for your pants and already damp panties next. Once
he helped you out of them, he cupped your cheeks and leaned in closer. “And
you’re the best baby sister in the world. You know why?” You shook your head
‘no’ never breaking eye contact. “Because you taste so sweet.” He crashed his
mouth to yours, hands trailing down your body to your thighs. Lips still
connected, he picked you up and carried you to you bed.
Neither of you needed to vocalize what you’d needed. You both knew what the
twin’s display did to the other. You knew because it was something you acted
out many times before.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     The twins don’t remember what happened at first, and when they do,
     they’re afraid of what’s going to happen to them.
     Final Warning [chapter] - mini smut [NSFW gifs], drug use, implied
     incest, polyamory, Russian taken from google
When breakfast was ready, you went to wake the twins. Wanda woke first,
practically flinging herself to the floor away from Pietro.
“What happened?” she squeaked, eyes wide and cheeks flushing.
“You fell asleep,” you giggled. “You need to get up if you’re going to school.
Come get some food.”
She nodded and waited for you to leave before shaking Pietro awake. His eyes
opened and he gave her a lazy smile, leaning forward for a kiss. She put her
hand up to stop him, confusing him until he realized where they were.
“Shit!” he hissed. “не так ли?” [did we]
“I don’t know,” she whispered, teary eyed. “Y/n was here and she was acting
normal.”
“Ok, that’s good. Maybe nothing happened, then.” He scanned the room to make
sure no one was listening. “What did she say?”
“Nothing, just that it was time to get up and breakfast is ready.”
In the kitchen, everyone was chattering on about the day ahead over their food.
Wanda was still a little nervous, while Pietro kept his eyes shifting from one
person to the next, seeing if anyone gave them strange looks.
Everything was going fine until Wanda gasped, dropping her fork on the plate
with a loud clang. She turned to her brother, horrified, as the rest of you
looked on with concern.
“Are you ok?” Nat asked. “Do you need some water?”
She ignored her, looking like a fish out of water as she tried to speak. “I- I
remember. мы сделали.” [we did]
Pietro looked up at you in a panic and wrapped his arms protectively around her
when she started to hyperventilate.
Steve left the table and grabbed a glass, filling it with water before setting
it down slowly. Pietro was glaring at him, daring him to say something, while
Wanda avoided looking at anyone altogether.
“Would you care for something to help calm her?” Loki asked Pietro, who nodded
hesitantly.
Clint ran up to your room and fished through the goodie bag you kept hidden,
cursing under his breath there wasn’t anything with a lower dosage. Taking the
smaller baggie, he ran back into the kitchen and grabbed a small knife from the
block.
“Has she ever taken anything before?”
“Нет,” he shook his head. “Never.” [no]
“Alright.” He got two pills and began to cut them in quarters. “If one piece
isn’t enough, give her another.” He gave him the 8 pieces, and watched him feed
Wanda the first. “The rest are in case she needs more when it wears off.”
“You should probably take her to bed.” Bucky tried not to smile at Steve’s
choice of words. “And stay home to keep an eye on her.”
Without a word, Pietro picked her up and walked out, carrying her the short
walk to their house. When he helped her out of her clothes and put her in her
pajamas, she had calmed down and looked drowsy. He set her in bed and climbed
in with her, taking a shard of whatever Clint gave them to stop himself from
thinking about what was going to happen to them now.
When he woke up, Wanda was already awake and chewing on her nails.
“You okay?” he asked, caressing her cheek.
She shook her head and began to cry. “What are we going to do, Piet?” she
sobbed. “There’s nowhere left for us to go.”
Seeing she was about to get hysterical, he fished another pill shard from his
pocket. “Here. For now, we sleep.”
2 days later, they still hadn’t been to school, so you decided to see how they
were doing. You’d wanted to go earlier, but Loki advised giving them some space
to come to terms with their secret being shared first. You noticed some
curtains moving after the first time you rang the bell, but no one came to the
door. Ringing again, you waited and waited until ringing a third time. The door
opened and you were met with an annoyed looking Pietro.
“Hey,” you waved, keeping chipper. “Haven’t seen you guys and I wanted to see
if you were okay.”
“да,” his tone was clipped. “She’s sleeping.” [yes]
“Oh,” you nodded. “That’s good. So- we’re going to go see that superhero movie
on Friday and getting some pizza after. Wanna come?” He gave you suspicious
look, and you honestly couldn’t blame him. “Think about it. If you wanna, be at
mine at around 6.”
“Have you told anyone?” he asked as you were walking to the sidewalk.
You rolled your eyes at him. “Come on, of course not.” It didn’t seem like he
believed you. You walked back toward him, stopping just inside the doorframe.
“We don’t judge, Maximoff. We have our secrets, too. All that matters is that
you’re both happy.” Without turning back, you walked back toward your house,
waving. “Hope to see you Friday!”
You saw him at school the next day alone, looking pale and clammy. Knowing he
still didn’t believe you’d kept quiet, he was waiting for someone to speak up.
You all said hello, but otherwise kept your distance, needing him to see for
himself that their world wasn’t about to fall apart yet again.
Wanda returned on Friday, looking as worried as her brother had the previous
day. He looked much more at ease, and you could tell he almost had her
convinced everything was going to be fine. You told Wanda it was nice to see
her, but again gave them their space.
At your house, you, Nat, and Loki were waiting for the others to get off
practice. There was a soft knocking on your door, and Nat got up to answer.
“Glad you could make it,” she smiled at the twins, telling them to come inside.
“We’re just waiting on the rest of the guys.”
They awkwardly stood in the foyer until Nat pulled them to the couch where Loki
greeted them warmly. You came from the kitchen with sodas, smiling wide when
you saw them, and going back for more drinks.
Wanda followed you, clearing her throat when you pulled the drinks from the
fridge. “Are you sure it’s okay?” she asked nervously. “No one’s freaked out?”
“No one. It’s- not something we see every day, but we get it. It’s okay. It’s
usually just us here anyway, so nothing we don’t want getting out does;
including relationships. Think of this as a sanctuary,” you joked.
“You mean it?” she asked with glassy eyes.
“Of course.”
With a final sigh of relief, she wrapped her arms around you and muttered
‘Спасибо’ over and over again. [Thank you]
Back in the living room, Nat and Loki were talking to Pietro about
extracurriculars.
“If clean urine is all that’s keeping you, we can help with that,” Loki said.
“Why are we talking about pee?” you asked, entering with Wanda and joining the
conversation.
“Pietro’s thinking of trying out for the track team,” Natasha answered. “But
since he took downers he’s worried about being tested.”
“How can you help with that?” Wanda matched her brother’s curiosity.
“We have a supplier,” Loki replied. “Peter Parker. Do you know him?”
“да,” Pietro nodded. “He’s in my chemistry class. How? He seems-”
“Goody-goody? He is,” you smirked. “It’s how we know he’s clean.”
“And not even he could resist such beauty.” Loki gestured to you and Nat.
“We flashed him,” Nat said seeing their confusion. “A little tit for tat, if
you get my drift.” She sent a wink to a giggling Wanda. “Now he gives us all
the pee we want.”
“What about for you?” Wanda asked, referring to you and Nat.
“Mary Jane Watson. We made a deal for letting her on the squad.”
Your front door opened and the boys came in, dragging their feet.
“Sorry we’re late,” Clint flopped down next to Nat. “Coach Stark’s been the
biggest asshole this week.”
“Doll, don’t be mad I fall asleep during the movie,” Bucky pleaded as Thor was
already snoring on the other couch.
“We can order in and go out tomorrow instead, if you want.”
“Negative,” Steve sighed, placing a kiss to your crown. “Stark wants our asses
on the field tomorrow, and I can guarantee you he’s going to keep us till
sundown.”
“Come to think of it, he’s been snarkier than usual in Math, too,” you mused,
remembering how he snapped at poor Peter of all people.
Loki kicked Thor’s leg, making him sit up. “Wake up, you buffoon, and give me
the keys. We’re leaving and you’re too useless to drive right now.”
Thor handed the keys to his brother and you all filed out of the house and into
Thor’s SUV. It was big enough when it was just the 7 of you, but now there were
9. You, Steve, and Bucky climbed into the back row. There were only two seats,
but they were a little wider and perfect for their larger frames. You sat on
Bucky’s lap and he put the seatbelt on you both. Thor got in the front with
Loki, leaving the other four to figure out their arrangement in the middle.
“One of us is going to have to sit on another’s lap,” Nat said, smirking at the
twins. “I don’t mind either way.”
Pietro and Wanda looked around at the rest of you. You and Steve gave them
encouraging smiles [Bucky was already busy nipping at your neck], and Loki and
Thor were arguing over the music.
Grinning, Pietro took the seat by the window, pulling his giggling sister onto
his lap as Bucky had done with you. Clint and Nat buckled in, and you pulled
out ready for your night out.
Feeling more and more confident, Pietro wrapped his arms around Wanda, and she
nuzzled him, laying soft kisses on his neck. Soft moans from behind caught
their attention, and they nearly gasped when they found Bucky’s hand down your
shorts, and Steve watching enraptured. The movement caught his eye, and he shot
them a wink before turning back to the action, slipping his own hand to join
Bucky’s and pulling your lips to his own.
 
 
They gaped at each other, and Wanda understood your exchange in the kitchen.
Pietro wasn’t sure what the look on her face meant, but when she suddenly
smiled and planted her lips onto his, they both knew everything was going to be
just fine.
At the theater’s concessions, Pietro noticed you were missing and asked where
you were. Clint snickered, telling him the three of you had gone off to finish
what you’d started, and sure enough, when they walked into the darkened room,
they spotted your two companions in a liplock while only the top of your head
was visible over Bucky’s lap. The twins blushed, but giggled at the sight and
took their seats with the others. He saw Bucky leave, saying he was going to
clean up and get your snacks, and turned back to see you were on Steve now.
 
 
Wanda caught him staring, and softly smacked him on the arm with a grin. Soon
after, they watched you and Steve go, eventually returning with Bucky and ready
to enjoy the movie.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Wanda has a run-in with the school bully, and her new friends come to
     the rescue.
Chapter Notes
     Final Warning [chapter] - Reader gets Loki’d *wink wink* (lol that’s
     terrible) [NSFW gifs], implied incest, assault, mention of sexual
     assault, violence, unprotected sex, Russian taken from google
A few weeks passed, and the twins had become a permanent part of your little
family. The last time you all hung out, Wanda asked if they could make use of a
spare room, too worried they wouldn’t hear if their father came home in the
middle if they used their own. They had also made note of his prescriptions,
taking one here and there to add to your stores.
Pietro had made the track team, and just as he thought, he was asked for a
urine sample. Thor was in the locker rooms, with Peter’s donation keeping warm
in his pant leg, and swapped it for the empty container Pietro was given. Wanda
wasn’t really into athletics, so she joined the yearbook committee. She was an
excellent photographer, and the position allowed her to travel with all of you
for your respective events.
While Coach Stark was still making things difficult for the boys, school had
been going much better for the twins. Now that they had friends they could be
themselves around, things had improved greatly for them. So when Wanda came to
your lunch table looking shaken, you were all more than a little concerned. She
said she didn’t want to talk about it then, no matter how much her brother
pushed, and asked if everyone could meet at yours after school.
When everyone was in your living room at the end of the school day, you sat
quietly while she gathered herself.
“You know Brock Rumlow?” she whispered hoarsely.
“That super senior?” Clint chuckled. “Yeah, he’s a meathead.”
“Did he say something to you?” Pietro asked, the beginnings of anger clouding
his face.
“No,” she croaked.
“He did something,” Nat stated, bringing a nod from Wanda. “What?”
“He- touched me. He got me alone in the darkroom and- pushed me up against the
counter.”
“WHAT?!” Pietro got to his feet, hands balled into fists. “Why didn’t you
report him at once?!”
You stood, pushing him back down to his seat when Wanda started to cry.
“Yelling isn’t going to help her,” you hissed as Nat took her hands, making
comforting shushing sounds.
“I’m sorry,” he said, getting up again and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m
sorry
Возлюбленная.” [sweetheart]
“Do you want us to call the police?” Steve asked softly.  “Or take you to the
station?”
“No,” she sobbed. “I don’t want anyone else to know.”
“Honey, this is why scum like him get away with it,” Nat tried to reason.
“I know,” she shook her head, “but I don’t want negative attention.”
“Fine,” Bucky growled, causing Pietro to turn to him in disgust.
“So he gets away with it?!” he shouted. “нет! I’m going to kill him!”
“No he won’t,” Thor butt in.
They looked around at you in confusion. “What do you mean?” asked Wanda.
“We’re gonna find him and rough him up some,” Bucky answered. “Teach him to
think before he puts his hands on anyone again.”
~ ~ ~ ~
Brock stumbled out of the bar and into the alley, desperate for a piss. It
hadn’t taken long for the stunning blonde to catch his attention. Her dress
gave a peek of just enough skin to leave him hungry for more. When his eyes
finally made it to her face, he found her smirking at him. Unabashed at being
caught leering, he sent a crazed grin of his own, letting out a low growl when
she winked and began to walk down the street.
He fumbled with himself, not fully zipping up before stalking after her. “Oh,
I’m going to give you something to smile about,” he murmured to himself when
she looked back at him wantonly. Keeping his gaze on her, he never noticed the
street grow darker and more deserted.
She hesitated at the mouth of another alley for a moment, looking back at him
before taking cover in the shadows. Chuckling darkly, he followed, finding her
with that same smirk still on her face. Without wasting a moment, he pinned her
up against the wall, whispering all the dirty things he was going to do to her.
When he dropped his pants, she kneed him in the groin, making him drop like a
fly. Due to the blinding pain, he couldn’t tell how many hands were on him,
scrambling to remove his pants and boxers. The latter were stuffed into his
mouth, muffling his cries.
He opened his eyes to find two figures in black looming over him, and more
approaching. He tried to scream for help, only to be kicked in the stomach and
told to shut up. A third figure took his hands with their gloved ones and
placed them above his head, allowing a fourth and fifth figure to stand on
them. He could feel his fingers breaking, one by one, as they ground them into
the asphalt beneath with their heels. One of the first ones stomped on his
knee, shattering it, and the other laughed, following their example and
destroying his other one.
A different one came and sat on his chest before pummeling his face, only
stopping when they tired. He hoped that was the end of it when he saw them walk
away, but that bubble was burst when two more came in, one of which kicked him
in the face as if it were a soccer ball, and he heard the crunch of his nose
breaking. He felt himself lifted off the ground and thrown up against the wall,
hitting the back of his head against the brick as he was showered with fists
and kicks.
He could barely make out a blurred silhouette reach for something on the ground
before some of the others tore his shirt. At this point, he wasn’t sure if he
was on the ground again, or if he was being held up. What he did know was
whatever they picked up was causing the searing pain in his chest.
“Watch who you fuck with next time,” was all he heard before he blacked out.
~ ~ ~ ~
You returned the van to the carpark you stole it from, making sure there was no
one around to watch you exit. When the coast was clear, you switched the plates
back and moved to Thor’s car to return to your house.
“Alright guys, drop your clothes off in the washer before showering,” you
instructed.
“And don’t wait up,” Loki grinned, leading you to your room, pupils blown wide
with lust.
Seeing you give Brock what he deserved sent all the blood to his dick, and he
was in a hurry to get you clean and into bed. He kissed you roughly as he
scrubbed you, letting you know he had no plans to be gentle.
He barely let you dry before throwing you over his shoulder and onto your bed,
forcing your knees apart and pinning your thighs on your sides.
“You were exquisite tonight, Pet,” he praised, pressing a hard kiss to your
lips. “That fire in you drives me wild.” He left a trail of kisses turned bites
down your neck.
You pressed your hands to his chest, making his hiss as you dragged your nails
down his torso. “You too, Baby. Watching you carve him, I wanted climb you
right there!” You wrapped your hand around his pulsing member, thumbing the
head to spread his precum before guiding it to your dripping core. You teased
yourself to spread some of your slick, inserting it with a satisfying hiss from
the both of you. “God Loki, fuck me, please.”
He gave you his signature panty soaking smirk, ramming the rest of himself into
you. “So impatient tonight, Pet. Well, so am I.” He pulled out, and rammed back
in, bringing whimpers from you that voiced your pain and pleasure. He pounded
into you until you were knocking against the headboard.
“Loki,” you panted.
“What?” he growled mid thrust.
You grabbed one of his wrists, bringing his hand to your neck. “Choke me.
Please,” you begged.
He crashed his lips to yours, desperate to show you how much he truly adored
you. As his tongue moved with yours in your mouth, you felt the pressure of his
elegant, slender fingers increase over your throat. When you broke away, he
lifted your legs between you, ankles on his shoulders to help steady him, and
continued until you were struggling to scream your release.
“Look at me,” he calmly demanded. “I need to see you.”
Despite fighting the urge to roll your eyes back, you were able to ride out
your orgasm, gaze locked on his. When he felt your clenching walls relax, he
released his grip and you gasped a large breath.
“Thank you,” you mewled raspily as he gave you a moment to gather yourself.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He repositioned himself, nipping your bottom lip
with his teeth. You ducked your head, nuzzling his neck before he took your
chin in his hands. “I said. Look. At. Me.”
It wasn’t until you came again that he let you free to move as you pleased.
When your orgasm built up again, you dug your nails into his back, biting down
hard on his shoulder as he sent you over the edge again.
You fell back onto your pillow, panting and waiting for him to stop twitching
inside you. He touched his forehead to yours, panting as well, leaning into
your touch as you caressed his cheek.
After slowly pulling out, he collapsed beside you, kissing you sweetly all over
and massaging your neck. “Are you alright, Darling?” he whispered hoarsely.
“I’m perfect. You?”
“Perfect.” He smiled, pulling you on top on top of him so he could trace
patterns on your back. “We’re going to need another shower.”
~ ~ ~ ~
Downstairs, everyone else was in front of the tv eating. Loki made you some
tea, holding you close so he could keep massaging your neck. Wanda was giddy,
feeling great over being able to do something without having people send her
pitying looks. When Nat and Clint finally made it down, she cleared her throat
to get everyone’s attention, and thanked you all for helping her, further
cementing the growing bond between you.
“What was the ‘H’ for?” Pietro asked. “What you cut on his chest?”
“It’s the symbol of a local gang, HYDRA,” Nat grinned, still sporting the
blonde wig. “When the cops find him, they’ll think it’s a gang thing.”
You spent the rest of the night highlighting your favorite parts of the fight,
and coaching each other on what to say when the police show up at school,
assuring the twins Brock had made too many enemies for anyone to be able to pin
anything on you.
Sure enough, the following day there were police asking faculty members if they
knew of anyone who may have had a problem with Brock. At lunch, Steve said he
overheard a cop telling Mr. Banner that it was likely he was just mugged since
he was on HYDRA turf, but they needed to ask around to cross classmates off the
potential suspects list. Another one of the cops was one of Nat’s ex-stepdads,
and she was able to get him to spill that the prideful idiot said it was at
least a dozen roided up guys that jumped him, and even though he knocked some
of them out, they overpowered him, leaving the police to look for a large group
of bruised, muscley men. The news sent you into a wave of laughter that to
those on the outside, looked like nothing more than a group of friends sharing
a joke.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Someone makes an enemy of the reader
     Final Warning [chapter] - medium smut, drug and alcohol use, NSFW
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You stood outside your foreign language class, calming the rage that threatened
to force its way out
“Miss Potts? Can I speak to you for a moment?”
“Y/n,” she smiled, waving you into her class. “I thought you might come see me.
It’s about your progress report, right?”
“Yes.” You took the seat she gestured to. “I’ve done well on all my exams and
haven’t missed a single assignment, but it says here I have a D in your class.”
“Right.” She sat with her hands folded in front of her, a soft smile gracing
her face. “Y/n, I believe you’re going to accomplish big things in life, but
there’s one thing I feel is holding you back: you don’t participate enough.”
“Oh.” Looking down at the paper in your hand, you traced the lone D in a row of
A’s. “I thought the syllabus listed participation was only 5% of our grade. I’m
not sure I understand how 5% brings me to almost fail.”
“It doesn’t,” she sighed. “But I feel it’s the right move to push you to do
your best. My fiancee pushes me to be better all the time.” You resisted the
urge to roll your eyes at the mention of her wonderful fiancee for the
billionth time. “You’re a brilliant student, and you’ll go further the more
involved you are. That starts in the classroom: raise your hand, be more vocal.
Do this, and you should be able to get your grade up by the time they’re due.”
She stood from her desk and walked around to offer you a hug you reluctantly
accepted. “I believe in you, Y/n.”
“Thank you for the valuable advice, Miss Potts. I’ll be sure to be more
involved in class in the future.” She beamed at you, and you offered her a
smile in return that quickly fell as soon as you turned away.
“What happened?” Pietro asked when you climbed into Thor’s car.
“I’ll tell you when we get home,” you growled. “Can someone tell the others to
head to mine? I’m too pissed to do it myself.”
Loki nodded and texted the others. By the time you got there, they were already
inside. The laughter died as soon as they saw you, and you told them what your
foreign language teacher said.
“That’s bullshit!” Nat shouted, her anger matching your own.
“I know! Who the fuck does she think she is nearly failing me over 5%?!”
“Is there someone in the office you can talk to?” Wanda asked. “How can she do
this?”
“It’s private school,” Bucky said, rubbing your back to calm you. “They can run
their class however they want.”
“What do you want to do then?” Pietro asked excitedly. “Slash her tires?”
“I can call Wade to get something to plant in her desk,” Thor suggested. “Leave
an anonymous tip.”
“I doubt Miss Potts has upset many people lately,” Steve said. “If we do
anything now she’ll know who it was.”
Nat sighed. “We have to do something.”
“We will,” you said, eerily calm. “We just have to be smart about it. Until
then, I’ll play her game.”
You retired to your room after dinner, too exhausted from your outburst to
enjoy much of anything. Deciding to take a bath, you popped one of Bucky’s
mom’s sleeping pills to help loosen you up. Stepping into the bathroom, you
plugged the tub and turned it on, pouring your favorite soap and oils. Without
waiting for it to fill, you undressed and stepped in and laid your head back.
It wasn’t long until you felt a presence behind you. “Are you going to just
stand there, or join me?”
Thor chuckled, tearing off his clothes and kneeling behind you. “I will in a
minute.” He handed you a glass of something Clint mixed before his hands
traveled up your arms to your shoulders, and he began to massage them.
“That feels nice,” you sighed happily.
“Don’t worry about Miss Potts, Angel. We’ll think of something.” He placed a
kiss to your shoulder, hands traveling down your torso until they reached your
hips. “For now, just relax.”
He dipped his fingers down into the warm, soapy water and began rubbing your
thighs. His hands traveled up your body, massaging your stomach, your breasts,
your neck, occasionally dipping back down into the water. All the while he
whispered in your ear how wonderful and funny and intelligent you were. He told
you over and over again how beautiful you were, and how much he loved you. You
turned to him and nipped playfully at his cheek, the signal to him that you
were ready.
Reaching back down, he spread your legs and began running his hands on your
inner thighs, making you grow tense as he got closer to your center.
You hissed when he brushed against your bud, now beginning to ache for his
touch. You tugged on his neck as you kissed it, urging him to join you in the
tub.
“Alright,” he chuckled.
You bit your lip as you watched him, in all his glory, step into the tub and
settle himself in. He’d never been shy, and you loved that about him. When he
was comfortable, he pat his lap in invitation, and you were all too eager to
oblige.
“What?” you whined when he stopped you straddling him.
“Not like this. Don’t want to get soap inside you. Turn around.”
You whimpered, and he laughed, helping to adjust you between his thighs. He
didn’t waste anymore time putting his hands to your core, creating the friction
you craved. He increased his speed as your breath picked up, coming in short
pants. You felt him growing harder as you dug your nails into his thighs,
sending you over the edge.
Thor groaned at the way your shaking body felt against his stiffening manhood.
When your body relaxed, he took your chin in his hand and pulled you close,
kissing you hard. You broke for air and his arms wrapped around you again,
hands spreading your thighs.
With the medicine, the booze, and now Thor’s ministrations, you knew
consciousness wasn’t going to last. You shuffled forward a little, and when he
grabbed you to pull you back, you felt his dick standing behind you instead of
under you. As his hands began to move, you wiggled into him, securing him
between your cheeks before sliding yourself up and down his shaft.
“That’s amazing,” he moaned, only pausing momentarily to bask in the pleasure
your ass was bringing him.
“I don have l-long,” your words came out slightly slurred. “Cum with mm.”
With one hand still at your clit, he moved the other to your hip to aid your
movement. His fingers made quick work of your pussy, like a musician
manipulating the strings on his most trusted guitar.
“Let go, Darling. I’m ready,” he purred in your ear.
Your body began to shake again, and when a strangled cry escaped your kiss
bruised lips, he let himself go too. He held you close as you collapsed into
him, giving you both a breather before asking you to unplug the the tub and
grab the shower head. You did so on wobbly legs, and leaned on him again as he
cleaned you both and rinsed you off.
He slipped away out of the tub and dried himself quickly, then wrapped you in a
towel and picked you up to take you to your room. He sat you on the bed and
laughed to himself at your swaying, sleepy figure. Opting out of putting any
clothes on, he dried you as best he could and helped you into bed. Once you
were in, he crawled over to the other side and settled beside you, pulling you
into a warm embrace.
“Hanks,” you murmured into his bare chest as you drifted off.
He kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep
himself. “You’re very welcome, my little angel.”
⌛   ⌛   ⌛   ⌛
The following day, you were more active during Ms. Potts’ class, making her
look as pleased as a teacher in one of those school movies about at-risk kids
in the ghetto. It was a look you knew you would mirror when you would finally
be able to wipe it off her face.
The rest of the week was much of the same. Police took names, Thor’s among them
over a fight they got into in 8th grade, but he was quickly dismissed when they
were told he was with you as most of you didn’t fit Brock’s description. The
boys were still released from practice late, while Stark kept blowing up at his
math students. Miss Potts took every opportunity to congratulate you on your
improvement, but never mentioned fixing your grade, making you want to plan
something even harsher than what the others had suggested.
Brock returned two weeks later with a burly man to wheel him around campus.
“Is that a nurse?” asked Thor. “Looks more like a bodyguard to me.”
Natasha took Wanda’s hand under the table. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she gave a strained smiled. “Thanks to you. He won’t be able to do
much of anything for a while, so yeah, I’m okay.”
“What’s the word?” Bucky asked when Loki joined you.
“Rumor is he has ties to HYDRA, and upset someone he shouldn’t have. Missing
teeth, broken ribs, mild concussion. Won’t even be able to wipe his own ass for
a long time.”
You snorted, “That’ll knock him down a peg or two.”
Everyone around the table snickered, turning to focus on your lunch just as
Clint and Steve ran to the table.
“Why the hurry?” Pietro asked.
“You’re never going to believe what we just heard,” Clint practically squealed
in excitement. “Tell ‘em.” He gave Steve a friendly slap on the arm, urging him
to fill the rest of you in, but never gave him the chance. “Steve and I went to
the gym to ask Coach Rhodes about the econ assignment he gave us, and he was
there with Stark and Banner.” He waited for everyone to acknowledge you were
following along before continuing. “Stark was just ranting, seriously stressed
out over not getting any!” His laughter came out more like a wheeze, and you
all turned to Steve for clarification.
“It’s true,” he grinned, amused by Clint’s reaction. “He went on and on about
how his girlfriend Pepper won’t do anything but missionary in bed, and she
barely even does that.”
Loki made a face of disgust. “Who would actually use a name like Pepper?”
“That’s the best part!” Clint gasped, catching his breath.
“Stark referred to her as Pepper while he complained, but Rhodes and Banner
called her Miss Potts.”
“WHAT?!”
“Shut up!”
“NO WAY!”
“You’re joking!”
Clint giggled at the astonished look on all your faces. “We recorded some of it
for you in case you wanted to use it against her,” he told you, pulling his
phone out and playing the clip.
You all listened intently, but it was hard when one of the others started
laughing. Natasha went suddenly quiet and grabbed your arm. A wordless exchange
passed between you as you caught her satisfied smirk. You had no idea if it
would work, or if the boys would even let you try.
“Guys, I know how to get back at Miss Pepper,” you sneered. You felt a stab of
guilt as they looked at you in anticipation. Worried of their reaction, you
swallowed thickly and held onto Nat’s hand for courage. “I want to seduce Coach
Stark.” 
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