A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF FINALS!
WARNING: SMUT, MATURE LANGUAGE, 18+
“A new recruit is starting today… Remember to play nice Steve” Tony told Steve in a teasing matter, as Steve ducked out of the boxing ring.
Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Tony’s teasing behavior, as sweat began rolling down his forehead.
“What’s his name again?” Steve said, taking a swig out of his water bottle, the cold liquid helping cool him down. He worked out a lot, mostly on the days when you were most busy with your administrative duties as well as your training.
“It’s James… Top of his class, the only one who showed some true Avenger material.” Tony said, the snarky tone clinging onto his words. He was never one for training or dealing with the new recruits. The last recruit accidentally burned down Tony’s lab because he was messing with some experiments instead of just listening.
Steve just smiled at Tony before heading out of the gym for a quick shower, he was always one for meeting the new kids and making sure they felt at home. But he didn’t like the ego that came along with the new recruits, as they think they already know everything.
He was drawn from his overwhelming thoughts by the sound of your laugh, he caught your gaze as you were walking towards him with Bucky close to your side.
The three of you were inseparable, you always had been since the moment they came into your world.
“Hey baby” you giggled, watching as his face lit up at the sound of your voice.
He couldn’t help but smile and tried to wrap his arms tightly around you, but you pushed him away causing an echoing laugh from Buck.
“No- you stink” you said to him, as you dodged his grasp once again. Your laugh echoing through the halls as you used Bucky as a shield between you and your boyfriend.
“I thought you loved me” Steve said, a frown crossing his features. Which only caused a small smile to cross your features as he pouted.
“I do love you… but I don’t wanna stink” you said, placing your hand on his cheek. Making a small smile appear on his face before he wrapped his arms around you.
Your protesting was bouncing off the walls as Steve continued to laugh as your loud protests. It was clear your small frame was no match for the super solider serum.
He gently placed you down, you swiftly punched him in the chest.
“I. don’t. like. to. be. picked. up. And now I stink…” you protested, the playful stomp of your foot making Steve and Bucky laugh.
He placed a swift kiss to your forehead, before beginning to walk away from you.
“Hey Solider” you said, loud enough that he would be able to hear.
He turned towards you, taking in your appearance. Your long hair flowing down your soldiers, your pants clinging to every curve, but your loose shirt leaving some to the imagination. But to him, you looked flawless.
“Take a shower” you said, scrunching your nose up as if to show that he smells.
“Yes Ma’am” he said, sending a swift wink in your direction before taking off down the hallway in a swift jog.
You stood patiently in the hanger, listening to Sam and Buck fight about dinner, but also hearing Wanda and Nat gossip about the new recruit and how cute he apparently is.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of someone standing behind you, you knew it was Steve.
“Hi baby” you whispered, carefully leaning back into his chest and feeling his gently chuckle.
“You smell stinky, you know?” he said, causing a gasp to erupt from your throat as you turned to face him.
“Steven Rogers” you threatened, trying to sniff yourself. But all you could catch was the scent of your lavender vanilla shampoo. There were no remnants of Steve’s body odor from his early morning workout.
All Steve could do was laugh at your behavior, but you were glaring knives into his soul.
Your comeback was cut off when Fury’s booming voice overtook the training room, drawing everyone’s attention from their gossip.
“Well, it’s nice to have everyone’s attention… I’ll make this quick” Fury started as him and Hill entered the room with a young recruit hot on their heels.
You leaned into Steve, as you all lined up to welcome the new recruit.
The new recruit was definitely cute, but not your type. He was on the shorter side of things, with dark almost black hair, with a leaner body.
You tended to go for the scruffier kind, and you definitely had a thing for blondes. But your type was definitely Steve and no one else.
You leaned over to Nat’s ear, “He’s definitely your type girl.” Which only caused the both of you to fall into a fit of laughter.
“So, this is the team” Fury’s voice boomed again, sending an unapproving look to Nat and you.
“Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers here are going to get you started and introduce you to everyone before your first training here at the compound.” Fury said, sticking his hand out to shake the new recruits.
“Thank you, Mr. Fury, Ms. Hill” The new recruit said, before turning to Steve and Tony. You could almost see him quiver in excitement over this new position.
“Hi, I’m James… It’s a pleasure” He said before sticking his hand out to Tony, and then to Steve.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the welcoming, “it’s a pleasure” – the recruits literally never say anything different.
“They always say that” Bucky said, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you roll your eyes once again.
You stifled a laugh as the new recruit approached Buck, the clear nervousness was being to cross his features even more.
“This is Sargent Barnes” Steve said as he gestured to Buck, the smirk on his face was clearer as James shook his hand with what seemed like a decent grip.
You weren’t completely paying attention because you were watching Steve as he kept clenching his jaw every time James opened his mouth to speak.
Seeing as you were too busy watching Steve, you missed that James had moved to right in front of you.
Nat carefully nudged you, drawing you from your trance which only caused a blush to erupt onto your features.
“Oh hi… I’m sorry. I’m Agent L/N” you said carefully extending your hand.
He took in a deep breath before taking your hand, shaking it gently. He continued to shake you hand for a few seconds too long.
Pulling your hand away, you wiped your palm on your pants, “Pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine” James said, sending you a quick wink before being shoved by Steve to move on.
Focusing on Steve once again, you could see that his jaw was clenched worse than before. His eyes were a darkened color instead of his normal baby blues. You could see the shift in his appearance in a heartbeat.
But Steve could see the shift in you too, the way the blush crossed your cheeks when James stood in front of you. The way your leggings gripped your thighs, accentuating all of your best features, the way that he knew that James was watching how your body moved. James was looking at you in the way that Steve looked at you the first time and still continues too. The idea of James dreaming about you, was something that he couldn’t stand. Steve couldn’t stand that James was being introduced to an entire team and all this recruit kept doing was looking back at you as you smiled and laughed. So, he kept quiet, just trying to push his thoughts out of his mind.
But he knew deep down that you had an overwhelming effect on people and that was a huge part of who you are. It was the one thing that he loved the most about you, how real you were with everyone.
You were so caught up in talking to Nat and Wanda, you had no idea of the attraction that James was beginning to feel towards you. You never looked at anyone the way you looked at Steve, and that was never going to change but it was more than clear that James didn’t catch the obvious relationship in the room.
“Okay let’s start with some training exercises, we wanna see what you are capable of here.” Tony said as he looked around the room for a participant, but no one was listening.
“Are you ready to start?” Steve said, watching James’ gaze fall onto you once again. Your head was thrown back laughing as you talked with Wanda.
Steve stepped in his eye line with his gaze hard and cold, “I asked you a question, recruit.”
James took a deep gulp, “I’m sorry Captain, yes I’m ready.”
“So, here’s the plan, we are going to do some basic sparring exercises just to see where your training will take you. The whole point is to see what your skill base is and where we can expand your combat training for future missions” Tony said, drawing James’ gaze from your figure.
“Okay, sounds good sir” James said, taking a deep gulp.
“L/N” Tony barked catching your attention from Nat’s excessive gossiping about Buck and the girl from the third floor.
Your eyes went wide as you turned your frame, “Yes Mr. Stark.”
“You are gonna be up first for the training since you have some other things to do before our welcoming dinner tonight” He said, you quickly nodded your head before stepping into the ring with James. He sent you a quick wink, but of course you thought nothing of it.
“Ready?” you teased as James took a deep gulp before nodding towards you.
A smile erupted on your face before running towards him attempting to strike him with your fist. He quickly blocked before attempting to throw his own punch.
You smiled as you quickly dodged his punch, you both continuously threw punching and kicks to throw each other off your game. It was clear that his training was well rounded, but you were trained by Nat and Steve, so you had just as much training as well as in depth skills.
Catching Steve’s eye off the mat, you winked before sweeping your leg under James’ feet sending him down to the mat. The sound of him hitting the mat echoed through the training area.
That’s my girl, Steve thought as he glared hard at James.
He smiled up at you as he laid there, you reached your hand out to help him up.
He placed a swift kiss to your cheek as you backed away from him. You were flattered but you knew Steve was going to mad at the interaction. He loved you so deeply, and the idea of losing you was the hardest idea to face and that was vice versa for you.
Turning off the mat, you caught Steve’s gaze and his jaw was clenched causing the vein in his neck to bulge. You could see the anger and frustration crossing over his features.
You smiled at him as you returned to your spot between Nat and Bucky.
“Oh, someone is jealous” Nat said, nudging your shoulder.
“No, he’s not, he’s fine” You insisted, trying to figure out the true reason that Steve looked so angry.
“Yeah okay… James is flirting with you. Of course, he’s angry” she said, watching your lips form a frown as you tried to think about the last hour.
“No, he’s not, it is more than clear than I’m with Steve” you said, insisting that what Nat is seeing is clearly just a misunderstanding.
“Yeah okay… you say so” she said, a soft laugh coming off her words.
You began to think about the last hour, the wink, the overly kind words, the way he wanted to impress you… No, he had to have just been being nice since it’s his first day.
“Cap, you are up next” Tony barked, the clear annoyance crossing his features. New recruits were something that he always hated especially since we are so close together.
You watched as Steve stepped onto the mat, the clear jealously falling onto his features as he watched James.
His eyes caught yours, you sent him a quick wink before he turned back to James.
You watched carefully as James took a step towards Steve, sending a solid punch towards his upper body. Steve smiled as he carefully dodged the punch before sending his own punch at James. His fist connecting with his jaw, the sound of James’ body hitting the mat echoed through the room.
Steve went and stepped over James, as he clenched his jaw.
“Steve, off the mat” Tony said, approaching the recruit.
He couldn’t help but send a smile towards you as he made his way off the mat. The clear amusement was dancing off his features.
“Oh, you know that felt good” Bucky said next to you, laughing at James still laying on the mat.
“Don’t encourage it” you hissed, knowing good and well this recruit was in need of some improvement hands down.
The rest of the day seemed to rush by with the busyness of training as well as your double duties as administrator for Stark.
The welcoming dinner Stark planned was closer than you had wished, James sadly beat Steve to the dinner table making sure that he took the spot right next to you. You gave Steve a weak smile, knowing this was going to be a conversation for the both of you tonight.
The dinner table was filled with chattering between the team as James kept trying to catch your attention.
You rolled your eyes before turning to him, “so how was the first day?”
“It was amazing” he started, “thank to you.”
You shifted in your seat uncomfortably knowing that Steve was glaring from across the table. Your suspicions were confirmed with you felt his thick leg sliding in between your leg as a sense of comfort. Steve’s heart fluttered as you smiled at him, you saw him for him not the man he has become due to the serum.
“So how long have you been with SHIELD” James said, trying to draw your attention from Steve.
‘Why don’t you ask Steve, I feel very old answering that question” You said, shooting a look at Steve for backup as you were getting uncomfortable.
The conversations continued on into the night, filled with laughter and never-ending jokes. Steve wasn’t the only one watching you, James had a hard time taking his eyes off you and it was clear.
You were telling the story about the time you and Natasha went on a mission, and she accidentally sprayed herself in the face with one of those fancy Japanese toilets. Instead of helping on that mission, you laughed the entire time and could barely focus on what Stark had wanted done.
Steve couldn’t help but smile at your overwhelming laughter as you and Nat continued to tell funny stories about the team.
The laughter ceased though when James very kindly dumped his full glass of wine in your laugh, covering your white satin dress.
“Oh my god” you stood up quickly, trying to escape the dark liquid.
“I am so so sorry, shit” James said, just staring at the mess he had made, while Nat was running back to the table with tons of napkins.
You quickly tried to clean the mess that had been created, but with that happening your cleavage was on full display not only to your lover but to James who could not or would not stop staring at you.
Steve couldn’t help but bit his lip yet tighten his fists as he watched this pathetic excuse of a recruit who insisted on checking out his love.
“Well, I am just going to shower” You laughed gently as you stepped away from the table. The dark stain not only on your dress but surrounding your chair on Tony’s white carpet. “This just isn’t going to come out.”
James stood up as you backed away from the table, “Do you need help?”
Your eyes went wide, as gasps filled the dining room, “Excuse me?” you said, shocked.
“WITH SHOWERING?!?” Steve yelled, his chair quickly clattering to the floor. The anger clearly crossing his features.
“Cap, take a walk” Tony said, his tone stern but the amusement was clear on his face.
Steve quickly walked out of the dining room, hastily walking to your shared living quarters in the compound.
The door slid open, and he could see your white dress thrown to the side with the stain more than clear against the light fabric.
He couldn’t help but sigh at the mess.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, laying in on the bed before he heard your soft voice coming from the shower. You were singing along to your phone,
You’ll know him when you see him
By the way he looks at me
You’d say he hung the moon
I’d say he hung the galaxy
Nobody does it better
Oh, the way he pulls me in
I’ve known a couple bad ones
But they all led me to him
He’s one of the good ones
He smiled as your voice led him to the shower, he could see your dancing as the suds covered your body.
The shower curtain flung open, causing you to jump at the sight of him, “Jesus Steve, you trying to scare me to death?”
He just chuckled as he stepped closer to you, bringing your back into his chest.
“Can I help you?” you chuckled as you turned around to face him, causing a smile to appear onto your face when you made eye contact with him.
He didn’t answer you instead grabbing the back of you neck, bringing your lips to his causing a soft moan to fall from your lips.
“You are mine” he gritted through his teeth as he pushed you into the wall, you body shuttering from the cold tile.
His free hand ran over your thighs, coming closer to your soaking, pulsating heat. Carefully pushing your thighs apart finding your sensitive nub.
You shuttered as he carefully pushed on your nub, the pleasure starting to overcome your senses. You loved that he wanted to be all over you, that he wanted to be in control.
His lips came into contact with your neck, quickly finding your sweet spot causing you to melt into him. His fingers moved from your sensitive nub, pulling you closer to him causing soft moans to fall from your lips.
He smiled down at you before moving his fingers into your pussy, quickening the speed causing your eyes to roll back into your head. The pleasure becoming overwhelming as you squirmed in his grasp. You felt your orgasm coming over your senses, with Steve’s name falling off your lips you let yourself go.
“Fuck doll” he said, pressing a kiss to your earlobe before picking you up in his arms, the cold against your back once again causing you to shutter.
You felt his tip at your entrance, teasing you gently. You moaned at the contact before he entered you in one quick move, your moans echoing off the walls. Steve pulled you close as you wrapped your legs tight around his waist.
Steve’s lips fell onto your mouth, as he slammed into you repeatedly. The mixture of the cold tile, and Steve inside of you sent your body into overdrive. He quickly picked up his pace, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.
Your climax was fast approaching, and Steve could feel you beginning to tighten around him.
“Are you mine? Tell me baby” He groaned out as he continued to slam into you.
“Y-Y-Yo-Yours” you moaned loudly, as your climax overcame you. Steve could feel you pulsating around him which only caused him to lose it. He moaned as he filled you up with his hot seed, causing you to moan at the contact.
He gently placed you down, your legs wobbling at the contact as you leaned back into Steve’s chest causing him to chuckle at your actions.
“Let me get you cleaned up, and we can go back down” he said, picking up the washcloth and gently washing your bruised back.
The two of you walked into the living room, you were clad in Steve’s clothing and he was holding you close. It was more than clear that you were Steve’s, even though most of the team knew that already.
Steve led you over to an empty seat, pulling you gently into his lap which made a laugh slip past your lips. You leaned your head back into the crook of his neck, taking in his sweet scent that made your world spin.
You could feel Steve playing with your damp hair that fell down your back, which sent a smile onto your cheeks.
“Can we talk?” A weary voice said, causing the both of you to look up, seeing James and his terrified expression.
You carefully nodded, pulling Steve behind you into the hallway. You could see James trying to find his words even though he was focused on your body, but Steve found the right words first.
“I’m hoping you are going to apologize to her, and hope to god she is more forgiving than I’m going to be” Steve sneered at the new recruit, who had barely taken five seconds to not look at your ass.
The new recruit was trembling, you could see his face change as he shrunk into the shadow of one, Captain America. He was terrified of what this man was going to do to him.
“Yes Mr. Rogers” he trembled, releasing a deep breath.
Steve rolled his eyes, bending down to meet the new recruit’s terrified eyes.
“That’s Captain to you, recruit.”
Your soft laugh echoed through the hallway as you watched the young boy cower away from your Captain. You knew you were solid in your relationship, so the flirting was nothing new, but it was great to see him jealous.
“Steve, you don’t have to be so tough on him… he’s new” you said, the humor in your voice was more than evident.
He stalked towards you, forgetting about the frightening recruit.
“No one messes with my girl” he said, as he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame.
“My girl…. I like the sound of that” you teased, a smile playing on your features. You held him close as you headed back into the living room to enjoy the rest of your night with your man.
“I suggest you apologize to her, and hope to god she is more forgiving than I’m going to be” Steve sneered at the new recruit, who had barely taken five seconds to not look at your ass.
The new recruit was trembling, you could see his face change as he shrunk into the shadow of one, Captain America.
“Yes Mr. Rogers” he trembled, releasing a deep breath.
Steve rolled his eyes, bending down to meet the new recruit’s eyes.
“That’s Captain to you, recruit.”
Your soft laugh echoed through the hanger as you watched the young boy cower away from your Captain.
“Steve, you don’t have to be so tough on him… he’s new” you said, the humor in your voice was more than evident.
He stalked towards you, forgetting about the frightening recruit.
“No one messes with my girl” he said, as he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame.
“My girl…. I like the sound of that” you teased, a smile playing on your features.
A/N: Hey thank you for requesting it means a lot. Especially now that my schedule is way more lax than it was before. Also I previously posted this before I knew I was shadowbanned but now that issue has been resolved so I am re posting somethings that I posted before I knew I was shadowbanned.
Steve felt sick, he remembers getting sick when he was younger, however this was worse. He felt his stomach twist, his chest tighten, and his entire body felt as heavy as lead.
Laughter filled the reception room as Steve contemplated leaving with an early morning mission as an excuse when suddenly the room went quiet.
“May I present for the first time,” The announcer said, “Mr and Mrs. Barnes.”
Steve could feel his heart drop to his stomach as he saw you and Bucky enter the room. Bucky had the biggest grin on his face as his hand held yours. You looked radiant, the dress you chose flattered you and accentuated the loveliness that was your figure. Your hair had been pinned and adorned with flowers and Steve couldn’t help but think that you looked ethereal, your smile lit up your entire face that gave you a certain glow. However there was a pang of jealousy as he saw how your eyes looked at Bucky like he was the only one in the room, he couldn’t stop the thought of it should be him instead of Bucky.
Steve felt sick, and he knew why.
He watched as your first dance began, the way Bucky was holding you gently to him as you swayed on the dance floor. The way Bucky whispered in your ear as you danced, the way Steve saw you breath him in, looking more in love than he ever saw you.
You were Steve’s once, once Steve held you like that, once Steve warmed your bed and held you at night, once it was Steve that put that starry look in your eye.
But that was a long time ago.
Steve tried to smile and act like his heart wasn’t beating painfully, like he didn’t want to grab you and tell you that while you weren’t his, he was still yours.
Steve downed his drink in one go before continuing to watch you happily sway with your husband, his best friend.
He couldn’t fault Bucky for falling for you, nor could he fault him for marrying you. Bucky deserved to be happy and right now Steve could see he’s the happiest he’s been since the forties when he was with you.
That doesn’t stop the jealous thoughts entering his head, about how Steve should’ve been the one at the altar with you. Steve should’ve been the one who wakes you up every morning and kisses you to sleep at night. Steve should’ve been the one you spent the rest of your life with.
Not Bucky.
But Bucky is the one you’ll do all that with and more.
Not Steve.
As he watches the dance end Steve begins to wonder where it all went wrong between you and him.
Then he remembered.
Peggy Carter.
Steve never should’ve gone back to her, he didn’t even get past knocking on her door before he realized what an idiot he was and made his way back home to you.
When he came back he realized he was too late.
It was four years later and you were engaged to Bucky, you had moved on.
That was a year ago and he wishes he can take it all back, wishes he can be the one for you like you were the one for him.
But he can’t.
So all he can do now is drink, and pretend like he was alright.
The reception went smoothly, people ate, danced, and drank to their heart’s content. There was nothing but laughter and love in the air. Steve downed one glass of whiskey after another for a buzz that never came.
The toasts came and went and when Steve’s turn came to give a toast it felt like he was swallowing nails. Each word hurt, even more so when you smiled at him that bittersweet smile he knew so well now.
Steve retreated back to the bar where he ordered another whiskey, wanting the burn of the liquid to distract him from the pain in his heart. He knew this day was going to hurt, he just didn’t imagine it would hurt this much.
When the party was at its height Steve saw his opportunity to slip away unnoticed. However, things never went to plan.
Steve had just gotten through the front doors of the reception hall before he heard footsteps approaching him.
“Where do you think you’re going punk?” Bucky asked as he made his way to the blonde supersoldier.
“Got an early mission tomorrow so I think I’m gonna call it a night, I didn’t want to be a buzzkill and all so I thought I could sneak out without anyone noticing.” Steve explained, Bucky grabbed the tall man’s shoulder.
“Hey you’re not a buzzkill and you’re our friend of course we would notice if you left before the big announcement.”
“Big announcement?”
“Yeah,” Bucky said grinning from ear to ear, “I’m actually glad we’re alone right now because I wanted to tell you one on one.”
“Tell me what?”
“(Y/n)’s pregnant,” Bucky said excitedly, “we’re going to be parents.”
Steve swore he felt the earth stop spinning and time slow down. Steve couldn’t feel anything, the shock still running its course.
“I’m happy for you Buck,” Steve said with a smile.
“I’m happy too Steve,” Bucky said, “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. If I knew then what I know now, all the pain and torture would lead to this right here. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
Steve congratulated Bucky one last time before Bucky headed back to you.
He was still in shock by the time the crisp night air nipped at him, it didn’t hit him until he passed by the window and he could see the reception from inside. He could see you curled up next to Bucky, your hand unconsciously over your stomach while you drank sparkling water.
Suddenly it felt all too real, he could feel every emotion he had buried since coming back. Everything became too much as he sunk to the ground beside the window, his breathing became erratic as he felt the tears slip past his eyes. He could hardly breathe through the pain.
Steve had been sick plenty of times.
Steve had been injured plenty of times.
Stabbed, shot, injected, and lost so many people he had loved.
But nothing compared to this.
Because Steve had no one to blame but himself.
Steve loved you so much, so much and he tossed it all away.
And there was nothing he could ever do to take it all back.
Steve went into the ice 70 years ago and left you, his wife, behind. Or so he thought. You were the woman behind the greatest soldier the world had ever known. You were Mrs. America. So what happens when you didn’t get left behind? Or rather what happens when you make a choice to try and save yourself from the heartbreak of losing your husband? You end up in the same time together, launched into the future. So how did you get here and what happens now?
Not read by anyone-mistakes my own. Non Canon compliant:
Tags: vi0lence, implied SH, implied A, and more,
but let’s try posting again so we don’t get lost in the void
Chapter 1: When you find my body……..
You were a woman frozen in time.
Literally.
Stuck in July of 1950, the Fourth of July, 1950 to be exact. Or rather, your body was frozen in time and you were asleep, in a glass coffin of sorts. Not really asleep but frozen in time, to wake up on July fourth of 2016, 66 years to be exact.
Why that year?
That wasn’t really the important part so long as to see how the future, how better the world would be. You were America’s Sleeping Beauty, the woman frozen in time, THE Mrs. America.
It had been a little over 5 years since your husband’s disappearance in the war. While he was the face of hope for the war front, you were the face of those left behind. He was to rally the troops, you were to rally the homemakers, the factory workers, and those who weren’t fit to fight. He sold war bonds, and you educated everyone on the importance of rationing, victory gardens, and turning over precious materials for the greater good. He was America’s hero, and you were its sweetheart.
After he disappeared, you were revered as America’s War Widow, a face that garnered sympathy from everyone. You were put on a pedestal as you were to push on through the grief to help America heal. And you did, for 5 years you helped push America into the post-war boom. To garner in the next decade of prosperity to the American people. And then an opportunity laid out before you, a choice that was yours to make, one that wasn’t hand-picked for you like the last 7 years, since 1943.
You made the choice to be America’s Sleeping Beauty, to wake up 66 years in the future, to bring a bit of 1950s America into the now modern day. A former Nazi scientist turned American Government asset had proposed this idea to S.H.I.E.L.D., to Colonel Philips and Peggy Carter and the other’s in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D., your bosses. They kept you as an asset to keep America safe, a front to hide behind. A public face to prop up, and the American people at it up.
You pitched the idea back to them after the prospect of putting someone to sleep this way was presented to all of you. The idea that you could be America’s Leading Lady, a gift to future America, one that knew of peace. Another way that people could rally behind you, behind S.H.I.E.L.D. and a better world. And you pitched it at the perfect time, they were just about ready to determine how to terminate your position, how to phase you out so that America could essentially move on from the war completely. They knew the American people wouldn’t want to give you up just like that, but this was an opportunity for all parties.
So you did his initial testing, the baseline health tests, ones that you would be compared to once you woke up. This wasn’t something that had ever been done before successfully on humans. Encased in a specialized glass coffin designed by the scientist, and engineered and built by Howard Stark. And you were to be presented at the Stark Expo just a day later. The hope was that if it wasn’t successful, you weren’t going to be too rotted yet if it did kill you. You knew the potential risks, and if you were to die by this procedure, it would be better than chucking yourself off a cliff, which is how you felt underneath your perfect mask since your husband’s disappearance. But America’s Sweetheart committing suicide was not an option, a tragic science experiment was.
Your hope was that when you woke up they would know where Steve was, even if they had already buried his body, you would have closure. You would also be farther removed in time that you may have a chance to move on. There was also a fail-safe if Steve were to somehow magically appear. You could be woken up early with the right set of sequences, to join him in life again.
The base of your resting place held the information needed to wake you up, the tests that needed to be performed, and your luggage packed with your things as if you weren’t taking a 66 year trip into the future, and more or less as if you were to be taking a trip to California from New York. But Stark had the idea to keep that all airtight, perfectly preserved like the day it was put in there. The coffin would start its wake-up sequence at 11:45 AM on July 4, 2016, and you were to be awake at noon. No matter what.
You had dreamed that if this were to be successful, that you were to be put on display at the Smithsonian for all to look upon until you were to wake, that there would be some grand ceremony, after all you were America’s Sleeping Beauty.
But here you were, encased in dust in a bunker on an Army base all but forgotten about. Your display, explaining your life and your dreams surrounded you. The coffin had no need for external power, which was a good thing because the breakers were turned off down here. It was like you were moved here temporarily and were completely forgotten about. As if you had never existed. Today was June 23th, 2016, and today was the first day anyone has seen you in over 30 years.
Just 36 years after you were put to sleep you were forgotten about in the American Eye. You had captured the heart of the nation, you were the face that Americans held on to with such reverie, but you were a blip on the timeline in retrospect. Well, many products still had your face on them, posters and classic Americana did too. When children ask who you were, their parents would remember you fondly, but never had the answer to the question as to what happened to you. As they remembered to know who you are, just a moment later you were forgotten about. No one searched for you. That was, until today, or rather, the search for you had started officially just a few months prior.
But today was the day that this bunker that was your home was to be finally searched. By three men, two whom you knew from childhood. They seemed to be frustrated, running out of options, running out of places to look as they opened the doors in this bunker, room after room sat as if someone just locked the doors one day and never came back, which was actually what had happened. You were the last door, the last bit of hope, but what they stumbled upon wasn’t what they thought.
Steve was the one who entered the room first after the three men made the decision that he should be the one to open the door, the last door of hope in finding you. They knew the weight of what could be held behind the door. But until it was open, they didn’t know if you were there.
Your room wasn’t like the other offices that they had been finding. Of course, you were in a glass coffin and the room around you held the panels of your life, telling your story, or at least a glorified version of it. It seemed to belong to a museum, not some dusty bunker on an army base forgotten about to be left to crumble.
But as Steve entered the room he was frozen. The dim still working filament lightbulbs cased a pitiful glow about the room, the coffin was encased in dust, even with his super-soldier eyesight, he could see what looked to be a body, but no detail more under the thick layer of grime. Bucky and Sam entered behind him but in an instant, Steve took two large steps forward before he could caution himself against it he wiped away at the head of the case.
You were just like the day he last saw you, save for the peaceful look of sleep. He could have sworn at the lack of light in the room for not giving him a better view of your face. He was entranced to see his wife, his best girl, seemingly asleep before him, not aged a day.
His angel.
Even if you weren’t alive, if there was no chance of saving you, he was grateful that you were preserved in this way. He would have sold his soul just to see you once more.
tags:dark prisonguard!steve rogers, eventual hint of bucky x reader too, strong NONCON elements, oral sex (fingering), abuse of power/authority, eventual implications of manipulation
a/n: i did not intend for this mini-series to be a stucky x reader (i dont write for bucky), but i had to for the plot. omg ok so i dedicate this to @imdarkinme – my savior, my inspiration, my everything, my reason for writing dark fics. I LOVE YOU BABE. THIS ONE IS 4 U. NEVER GONNA STOP LOVING U (nd ur fics) <3
When your closest friend had called you one night stating that you were one of the most wanted persons in the city, you honestly thought of it as a prank. You could remember those moments so vividly. And honestly, you could just wish for a rewind in time as you never would have seen what was to come later on.
"I swear, your name is all over the newspapers–”
The worry in her voice was so strong. Natasha had awoken you and did not hesitate on blaring at you about the news she had just discovered, specifically about you.
“You’re actually fooling me by saying you still read those?” Your voice was still groggy as you tried to sit up straight to prevent yourself from falling asleep during mid-conversation.
“This isn’t a joke! I’m not trying to make you laugh I swear to god,” she asserts while consistently keeping the mood and tone of the conversation.
You cocked your head to the side, positioning your phone between your ear and shoulder. Your fingers were gently wiping circles around your eyes as your vision was still adjusting. For a moment you contemplated on switching on your lamp alongside, but eventually you did after realizing that your friend seemed to have no plans on ending the stunt she was pulling on you.
“Look I’m trying to be serious here–”
“I’m trying to get some sleep here, Nat.” Your tone came off a bit rude, cranky even, but both of you knew it was not intentional.
Hence, Natasha just disregards your tone off and continues, “I’m seeing your full name and even your picture in the paper, clear as day. There is not a doubt, that you’re the person they’re looking for.”
“Why would I be committing any crimes when I’ve been working in the coffee shop almost every weekdays to pay my rent for the least.” You scoffed, clearly not seeing any logical reason behind everything she had been telling you, “Hell, I’m struggling to put anything in my fridge but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to rob a bank or murder someone, okay?”
“God, I don’t know either, Y/N. I do believe you, I really do,” she calls out, “but what I do know is that the bureau is searching for your ass right now and we have to do something because they don’t seem to be easier to convince than me!”
There was a long pause afterwards. You were just so sleepy and out of a decent state of mind. You did not know how to react to it, probably not even comprehending any of what you just heard as there was not even a hint of horror or worry in your voice.
Merely, you just stared in front of you, glaring at the plain beige-colored wallpapers, with lips slightly agape and eyelids exceedingly droopy. If Natasha could only see your eyes looking completely exhausted right now, you were so sure that she would cut the act and leave you to finally get some sleep again.
Eventually, your friend spoke up again to break the wearisome conversation. “Sweetie, I’m so worried for you.”
“Are you crying? You’re very cute, you know that?” you say followed by a yawn. “Wish you did this prank tomorrow morning, I feel like you would’ve definitely gotten a better reaction from me. I’m sorry you didn’t get the reaction you were looking for tonight.”
“I’m not kidding, please, would you just listen to me.” Again, another loud sigh could be heard from her at the other end of the call, “God, if you search it up online I swear you’re going to find your name somewhere there. Don’t be so stubborn, I’m just looking out for you!”
“I’m too tired,” you honestly answered her. It must have been the lack of sleep, but the filter in your tone just was not enough to express enough sympathy to her. “Please I just need to get some sleep, Nat.”
“I’ll still be seeing you tomorrow, right?” Her voice broke a little, seeming as if she was on the edge of breaking down or crying. During that moment, you could applaud for how good of an acting she had been doing for you. Considerably, that might have been one of her best performances yet – or so you thought.
Nevertheless, you wanted to joke about her entire stunt, but you really were too tired to make something out of it.
The corner of your lips slightly curved into a soft smile. “I promise you’ll see me tomorrow. While you’re at it, you can tell me that you told me so if the Federal starts knocking at my door.”
You made that joke granting that you were not holding anything ahead of you. It was an innocent line that you thought could have gone better and lighten up the mood.
“Y/N, please, I–”
“Good night, Nat.” You could only stay awake for so long at this point. Your eyelids were sealed shut and you were seconds away from falling back against your soft mattress.
God that was stressful, though it could have gone worse and longer. How in the world did Natasha even think of that kind of prank on you or any of her other friends, you thought.
Dropping your phone beside and hearing a thump afterwards, you reach for the switch of your lamp. With one flip you were finally surrounded by the calming darkness again and left you to your peaceful slumber.
That was pretty much what you could recall before your entire world was turned upside down. Those were your moments before everything in your life had lead to a complete disaster. You honestly wished you could have done better, maybe even listened to Natasha.
You pondered what things could have turned out to be if you were not so sleepy and ignorant that night. Oh, could you honestly just pray that this was just a nightmare you still have not awoken from – dreading that you were still in that deep sleep you have been longing after that phone conversation with your best friend.
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And now, you were standing inside the courtroom with your useless lawyer beside you.
There were dozens of people behind where you sat. You could feel their strong and deadly gazes directing and stabbing you right into your back, but you could care less. The only thing that had you on the edge of your seat was the judge and the jury located in front of you as they were the ones who got to decide whether you plead guilty or not.
For days, you have discussed this and tried to reason out how completely innocent you were. You tried to gather witnesses as much as you could. But as a woman who was seen as nobody, it was pretty fucking hard and you were regretting to ever reject any interaction other people had offered with you for these past weeks.
You were framed. However, only you, and hopefully Natasha, knew that completely.
Even your relatives and former friends showed signs of doubt and it had honestly crushed your poor soul into more pieces. It fucking broke your heart. How could these people even think twice upon hearing that you have been subjected to robbery and assault?
Without any connections or enough funds, you were sure to go downhill from here. You were not given a proper lawyer with this case, feeling rigged as ever with the justice system of your country.
And sadly, from the looks of it, you seemed to be at boiling water. Every statement against you had been totally unreasonable and it was frustrating enough that you could not defend you and your dignity properly. You deserved so much more than what you were getting right now.
All you could do was close your eyes and suck in everything they have been throwing at you – the judge, juries, and for sure the media. Bastards.
Eventually, the moment everyone else had been waiting for had to arrive. You knew what was about to come from the judge’s mouth. Though, there was this tiny bit inside of you that pleaded for any turn of events, even so a miracle, to happen for the least.
There was a tear rolling down from your cheek as you looked down and stared at the wooden table. You kept both your hands intertwined and underneath it while trying to hide yourself from everything and everyone surrounding you.
You hear the judge strike the wooden gavel against the surface of the table three times, calling the attention of everyone as he was about to give out the order. Your heart beat raced rapidly as your fate was seconds away from being determined.
“The sentence for the citizen, Y/N Y/L/N, for the acts which are reproached to her is one year of imprisonment.” The declaration was widely straightforward, nothing more or less.
You could hear the gasps and other reactions of the audience. There was an amount of noise from the crowd, most of them calling out for your name as they seem to be wanting to throw questions at you, but you did not want to face any of them, especially the media.
Your hands were getting shaky and you were trying your best not to break down into tears. You released your interlaced fingers and made them into a fist, trying to bury your nails into the skin of your palms hoping that the pain would distract your from the sorrow you have yet to face.
There was nothing you could do as the final decision has been done.
Moreover, just as you thought you were slowly accepting the discriminatory ruling of the courtroom, your fear accelerated further while watching two guards emerge from the corner of the room. They were built like bodyguards, if not even more intimidating, as their expressions remained stoic.
They could have walked over to you within seconds, but during that moment you could honestly feel your entire world slow down. You just wanted to stop time, or rewind it even better, for the fear of what was awaiting for you.
Prison was not a place you had been expecting to be in a year ago. Hell, you never expected it even when your best friend told you two nights before. The Maldives or Bahamas would have been somewhere you were planning to go to rather. That was definitely in your bucket list.
Nonetheless, terror went through your system as those two guards had stood on either sides of you. They did not waste a second on grasping either of your arms also, them making sure you were secured and unable to make any movements as they proceeded to put your hands behind your back. The metal handcuffs were expected afterwards, feeling it tighten around your wrists prior to hearing it lock.
You barely could move your wrists apart for even the slightest millimeter.
Their hands slid between your body and your arms, tugging you to stand up and signaling you to follow them. Obviously, you did not want to cause any more of a scene unless you wanted to look more suspicious than you already were deemed to be.
“Follow us,” one of them instructed as they escorted you slowly out of your seat.
As you stood up and steadily made your way to the corner where they had emerged from earlier, you took one last look behind your back. You just wanted to see everyone making a fuss about your case, never mind whether it be positive or negative.
“I really didn’t do it,” you plead.
“I believe in your innocence, Y/N!” A familiar voice cried out.
It might have been a regretful action, but as you looked back, you immediately spotted Natasha just a few seats away from the front. Her newly dyed blonde hair stood out from you as she also wore a formal attire to your hearing. She had misery written all over her face and you could honestly feel her being remorseful.
That was pretty much the last thing you saw in the place that held you guilty and up for prison for crimes you were far from executing. You were not sure whether to be grateful or not with that memory.
Both doors closed behind you and before you knew it, you heading out of the building with dozens of people with microphones and cameras directly pointed at you.
None of them get to have any second of your time though. You could see as they tried to make their way to the edge of the aisle where the staff had given way for you to walk on. You were greeted with so many reporters that you felt so claustrophobic for that moment, even so close to fainting from the unfamiliar set up.
It was tragic to hear them calling you a criminal. Nothing else could replay in your mind than your name and that word being put next to each other. You could not imagine that happening even in your next lifetime.
“Get inside,” the man instructs as you have seemed to zone out despite all the attention you have been receiving. Your own thoughts have become more deadly that you were close to making it as a pathetic form of an escape. “Christ, we said get inside the car, lady.”
Finally you did, bending over modestly to be able to make your way inside the backseat of the police car. As you got inside, you spot the wired barrier between where you sat and the front area of the driver and passenger seats. It reeked of cigarettes inside and all you could think about was wanting to throw up.
You were still cuffed from behind and as you got to take a seat inside, one of the guards roughly slammed the car door. You bounced in your seat due to sudden shock and harshness over you, but you might as well need to get used to this kind of treatment.
You glanced at the window, seeing people still trying to make their way to get a good view of you. You could hear and see the flashes of cameras going on at you and all you could show now was a face of dejection, not sparing the moment to cry further.
No doubt your entire body and system were still ridden with fear. But with what you had just experienced in court, you were so doubtful anyone could help you or make the superiors change their mind on what they had sentenced you with.
It was repulsive and unfair to see people like that walk freely in their consciousness, in spite of them not being entirely sure if the person they have sent to prison was really at fault.
The sound of the car engine roaring as the cop has started it up interrupted you from your overwhelming thoughts. It was then that you had to accept that you were being transported to jail, a maximum facility to be exact – because somehow they found robbery to be more deadly than the others.
You saw the unfamiliar faces on your window swiftly pass from sight as the car drove away. God, this was terrifying.
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They made you change into those prisoner jumpsuits but instead of it being the typical color orange, it was in a very lighter shade of pink, even so being close to white. The color deemed so pure and innocent yet the place you were going to be held captive seemed the opposite of it.
The penitentiary did not look welcoming at all either. It had not reached even the least bit of your standards, expecting them to look like psychiatric hospitals since it was rumored to hold people who were convicted of serious crimes – not that you actually did so anyway.
Instead, it was grimy and disgusting. You were close to assuming they barely take care of the place at all.
You were helpless either way. There seemed to be no luck for you as another pair of guards were awaiting for you to finish changing your clothes. You were buttoning it up as you could hear their voices, “Hurry up, lady! The captain doesn’t like waiting for too long.” Making you panic even more, fumbling for your casual clothes that had dropped on the filthy tiled floor.
“S-sorry!” You mewled, still frightened about the flow of events.
Like always, they escorted you out, making sure to cuff both your wrists before positioning themselves on either sides of you. You could honestly just tear up again, realizing all too well now that they were treating you like one of the biggest criminals in town, when in fact, you could not even hurt a fly.
They guided you through a corridor, expecting to see cell jails with metal bars acting as a barrier. Alternatively, you were greeted with bulky gray metal doors that had a small sliding widow situated in the middle, which you assumed was for food only.
It was probably for the best, you could not imagine how scary the convicts looked behind those doors, or maybe they were also like you - incapable yet falsely incriminated.
A knee had kicked against the side of your leg, causing you to let out a short screech. “Jeez, could you walk any slower? Stop whining and zoning out.” The man’s voice echoed.
You unsteadily nodded, following the orders and focusing straight at your front. It was then after a few more resentful steps before the three of you took a turn, coming to face a wide door.
As you approached closer, you could discern the amount of dirt that had accumulated on it. It looked rusty and old, probably have not been improved nor modernized at all, which definitely gave off raw middle aged vibes with their prisons and such.
The guard unbolted the large latches at its side. He dragged it open all the while creating a strong high-pitch, horrifying sound which resonated throughout the hallway.
The first thing you had noticed was a man positioned in front of the room. He presented directly in front, looking comfortably seated while awaiting for your presence. There were at least three guards that stood surrounding him, each keeping their distance as they acted as a barricade. You supposed that the man in front was the captain they had been highly speaking of.
You stood at the threshold without even realizing that you were unable to move. The guards did not you so kindly this time, consequently feeling a strong hand over your shoulder and another one behind you. One of them practically shoved you in front, leaving you plummeting against the ground as your legs quivered still under fear.
Alongside, a commanding voice rang through your ears, stating to make your greetings with respect to their higher-up.
While your legs felt paralyzed, your head and mind were still intact. You were looking at the ground feeling shy to even gaze at the man who assuredly sat in front of you. The only thing you could get a glance on was his polished black shoes, looking very expensive and well taken care of.
Moreover, you saw the tip of his shoe extend right towards your face. Within a blink of an eye, you felt the leather under your chin, pressing against it and subtly tilting your head upwards to look up and finally face him.
The first few words you could make up were along the synonyms of beautiful. You had no words nor did you expect yourself to be engrossed by his looks.
Unlike the other guards who wore the typical uniform, he wore a more formal looking one. He had a white suit and black tie underneath. Along with it was his sleek black long-sleeved coat that was personalized with badges, stars, a name tag, a belt, and a rope at the side. All of those designs were silver in color which beautifully contrasted with the rest of his dark uniform.
His blond hair was neatly brushed back with a police hat faintly slanted and placed on top. His uniform was pressed precisely too, making him look perfect for the role he was reported to be. However, despite his attractive bodily aura, he kept a deadpanned expression which does not help upon calming your nerves.
So far you still felt like you were in deep trouble.
“3077,” he asserts. His voice was forceful without any hints of delay. “That’s what you’ll be called here.”
You were still a trembling mess, lips ajar over each other while staring with blank thoughts. You were unaware that you were staring at the man for a while already. He does not flinch or react either, merely dragging his shoe away from under your chin and moving towards the side of your cheek.
The side of his shoe repeatedly taps on your skin which catches your attention and interrupts another of your daydreaming sessions. “Answer, 3077!”
“Y-yes!” You whimpered under him.
“Good.” He vaguely nods,
“I’m Steve Grant Rogers, the chief security guard here,” He introduces himself while still having a foot in contact with your face, “Starting today, three o’clock in the afternoon, you will be my responsibility.
He continues on, using his foot to tug your face. Your upper body was leaning in front with hands still cuffed behind you and all you could do was listen, stare, and nod at him. “You must obey absolutely what I say until you earn your freedom, do you understand?”
Even the slightest pause was unacceptable for him, “Answer!”
“Yes!”
“I suppose you already know before they sent you here, but ever since the year 2030, this has become a maximum security prison…”
“And you’re the only woman among the rest of the prisoners here,” he explains. A subtle smirk turns onto the ends of his lips, but was not as obvious as he had intertwined hands covering his face.
A wave of surprise washes over you, the shock upon your face was evident as your jaw dropped. He does not give you a moment to react further. “I’ll start with the routine admission. Bring her with me,” he instructs to the same guards that escorted you earlier, both proudly standing alongside his throne.
Hands did not hesitate on carrying you up until you got your legs working again. You were walking behind Steve with guards still assisting you, and yet again you were being dragged into the many corners of the nauseating penitentiary.
“Where are they taking me?” You spoke with a low voice; however, none of them responded. They continued to walk with you, leaving the air utterly dead and silent.
They made their way to another room, Steve stopping in front of its door and then turning around. “I’ll take her from here. Go back with the rest and make sure Maximoff isn’t causing another ruckus in the cafeteria,” he instructs while his subordinates obediently apprehended along.
“Yes, sir.” They respond, immediately releasing their grip around your biceps and walking away after carrying out a salute.
Furthermore, Steve dragged you into the room after unlocking the door and switching the light on. You heard the jingling of keys behind you, even so feeling his figure unnervingly stop behind you. He stood too close, swearing that you could feel his body only inches away from your back, his breathing fawning over the top of your head.”Let’s start, shall we?”
Your wrists got to freely breath after hearing a click from the lock, somewhat surprising you as you were released from the metal handcuffs. Huh.
“Strip,” he boldly orders.
“E-excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he goes over, “Don’t make me repeat it. Take off your clothes.”
“I won’t do it!” Despite being terrified of him, you still wanted to keep even the least bit of your dignity left.
“A body search is mandatory in the penitentiary,” he warrants.
“Still!”
“I thought I told you that my orders were absolute, did I not?”
Though you tried to stay silent to prevent him from further infuriating, your mind had been wandering around with several questions.
Why was he doing this? Can this even be reported to the higher-ups?
The latter was far from likely, recalling that he had told you that he was the chief security guard in the place. Everything would be going through him and will be finalized by him, and him only.
“That’s it, 3077. Now strip.”
You hesitated. Your hands were shaky as your arms steadily moved to your front, pausing to undo each button starting from the collar and progressing down. You wanted to take an hour or so, probably even forever, but the man standing in front of you seemed to be generally impatient.
The look on his face was a combination of eagerness and attraction but your mind shifts it all into a repulsive imagine of emptiness.
Your white undershirt and undergarments remained as your baby pink jumpsuit fell to the ground. You stand shamefully, arms over each other trying to cover your chest. “Everything. Down. Now.” His voice getting more and more demanding as you provoked to stall every minute that went by.
Your chin was titled down, not wanting to show your self-consciousness to him. Your fingers gripped on the garter of your undershirt, pulling it over your head and feeling a short cold breeze over the skin of your stomach.
Chills were already across your skin, granting that you did not have a choice in any of this. This was your ticket to freedom – or so you could only dream for.
When your skin was completely exposed to him, you reached another level of shame you were not even aware of. You felt colder than before, trying to cover your breasts with the warmth of your hands. Still, you stared at the grimy floor, not wanting to see the man’s reaction as you knew it would just make your state of mind worse.
“A-Alright, is this enough for you?” A small scoff hidden between your tone.
“Hold on,” he says without minding your mockery, “Lie down there, your legs facing towards my direction.”
Your frowned even further, looking aside where he was pointing towards. His index was directed at a hospital bed at the side which did not have any railings at its side, merely having a metal footboard and headboard.
You walked towards there, one arm still covering the front of your breasts while the other acting as a support as you sat down first. Eventually you rest your back against the sheets along with the back of your head on the only pillow provided there. You followed as he told, sealing your thighs together though.
The beating of your heart increases rapidly knowing completely how this was going to go down.
From the corner of your eye you can see him raise his hand towards his mouth, tugging one of his gloves from a hand with the use of his teeth. He lets the fabric fall to the ground while walking closer towards the side of the bed where you lay down. This time, a smirk was obvious upon his face as he did not bother to hide it.
Steve’s hands descend over your body, making you tense up as you tried to keep your head straight and stare right at front. However, even if you attempted to avoid looking at him, you could not fight the feeling of his fingers stroking your upper body.
He started with your chest area, further descending down. All the while you had one thought in mind – one you felt disgusted to even have it cross your thoughts.
His fingers felt soft, like a feather. For a split second you wondered if he had done this before, moreover if he was used to doing such a flustering act.
“P-please don’t,” you mewl, “Stop.”
Your cries made the smirk on his face grow wider, only wanting to wipe it off from him but feeling completely powerless to do so. Instead of giving a second thought to what you were saying, he drags his hand between your lower abdomen.
Despite having your thighs glued together to prevent this very purpose from happening, the man merely parts them from one another. Just as you thought you had the strength to keep them shut, you felt entirely the opposite once he was actually touching your body already. The way your inner thighs quivered as he spreads them apart was already a sign of how weak you were against him.
“3077,” his throaty voice calls out. “What’s the matter with you? It’s just a simple body search.”
Regardless of his statement, his fingers began toying around the entrance of your cunt. Even so you could feel his thumb lightly press against your bud of nerves, drawing subtle circles around, as the rest of his fingers continued to encourage your body’s growing arousal.
Hell, he barely even inserted his fingers yet you were starting to get wet from the simple gestures of him touching you.
“Why are you reacting like that?” The smugness in his voice was clear.
“I- No!” Your voice was trembling as your body did too. The muscles at the back of your thighs tightened while sweat began to form from your forehead.
“You’re in prison, 3077,” Steve says, “the place where you’re going to pay for the crime you committed.”
After successfully rousing your body up, he smoothly inserts a finger inside your pussy, and for all that earning a sound which was caused from the wetness of your cunt. Both of you acknowledged how gladly your body welcomed him.
He began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, gaining several instinctive moans out from your lips. Your head felt warm and lightheaded. The worry in your eyes apparent and ardent.
He tsked. “Why are you getting these reactions?”
And then adding, “…I don’t want you to get me wrong.”
His rhetorical questions deemed useless for the situation nor provided comfort for you at all. You looked at him all the same yet it does not stop him from adding another finger.
Either way, Steve did not stop after it. His fingers continued to thrust deeper inside you, having your body bounce against his hand. You were a growing mess with hands finding their way to grasp onto the disheveled white sheets.
As much as you tried to bite down a moan, your mouth could not help but give in. Your gut felt as if they were tightening around him for every moment the tips of his fingers curl inside you. You yourself could feel how hot the temperature of your body increases as he boldly fingers you. “Ah… A-Ah… Ow… P-please … S-stop it…”
Amidst everything, however, there were voices coming from outside of the room. You did not notice them at first, being completely overwhelmed with the sensation of being pleasured. You were only aware of what was being said outside when Steve’s used his other hand to cover your mouth from moaning further. His palm pressed against your lips while you breathed through his fingers.
“Are you serious? I would love to fuck that woman!”
“If we behave would she might consider giving us a reward?”
“I bet she would be tight as fuck!”
“What are you talking about!”
“Fuckers! I told you that you can’t keep roaming around these halls.”
The voices eventually died down, seeming that it would have been inmates passing by from the corridors. Nonetheless, tears were already brimming from your eyes as you – uselessly – kept yourself together. “P-please..”
“N-No! Don’t d-do this to me,” you plead. Each moment lead to the build up of your orgasm, already feeling the knotting near your stomach and the clenching of your walls.
It was predictable for your part when Steve barely showed any hint of sympathy for your messy situation. He pursued your climax while maintaining an impassive expression. He wanted to see you crumble and he wanted to show how remorseless he can be either way.
It was useless to hold back. The man was going to get what he wanted and he did not need to say it.
You allowed yourself to let loose, creating an utter mess between your inner thighs and his hands. Your exposed cunt was throbbing alike your temples. Your chest was heavily heaving as your own sweat covered both your body and face.
Those were your last moments before succumbing to black out due to the chief security guard wearing you out.
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When your eyelids had fluttered open, the only thing you could make out of was the darkness in the room. You were laying on the bed, but you could instantly detect a blanket covering you. In addition, you were wearing your jumpsuit.
You took a deep breath and paused, recalling everything that you could remember and confusing it for a nightmare. Though whatever it could have been, you were just glad that the pain and throb in your head had ceased.
You had no choice but to sit up, discerning a feint light illuminating from behind a door. Looking around, you could still also notice a mirror, a sink, and a toilet at the side of the room. You assumed you must have finally been resting in your prison cell.
“Listen to me!” A loud voice came from the other side of the door.
“You have ten minutes to clean your room. After that, all of you must assemble in the hallway!”
Another wave of panic gets over you, but you quickly follow to what had been instructed. Since you did not have anything at hand all you figured that you have been resting all along, you merely fixed the sheets of your bed and fluffed your pillow. You fixed your jumpsuit too, flattening it down while making sure there were not any holes nor unbuttoned parts at the front.
When you made your way outside, you saw how fast the other inmates were as they had beat you to the corridors. Each of them were lined up, back facing their assigned prison cell as their front faced the hallway. There was a guard at the end of it too.
“List yourself up!” He starts.
Each inmate started to count, “One!” There voices loud and clear.
Despite that, your mind was clouded with the thought of what happened between you and Steve Rogers, acclaimed Chief Security Guard of the maximum facility.
Was it a all a nightmare? You could not even dare yourself to call it a dream.
“Twenty-eight!” The deep and guttural voice of an inmate calls from your right side.
“Twenty-nine!” You scream as you assumed you were next to him.
Out of nowhere, the other male inmates started to chuckle. It was probably for the obvious fact that you were a female and was completely distinctive among the rest of them.
Even if you have not done anything embarrassing in front of them so far, you surely felt like you were full of shame. You looked around and found every man’s gaze at you, staring at you like you were a prize at the end of the race.
Well, except for one.
You saw him just a few doors away from you. He had a few tattoos over both his arms – a red star being the most striking one compared to the rest of the designs.
The man seemed to have grown his dark hair, and his beard too. Your gaze at him fell longer compared to the rest and it was enough time before he got to feel your attention towards him. He kept a blank stare nonetheless as you were startled and looked away.
“Dude your arm fucking touched me!” Another one exclaims. He had silver hair and looked buffed alike the rest, his thick accent being the trait that stands out for him.
“Huh? You’re the one who ran into me, asshole!” The one he started an argument with now had a darker hair brushed into a mohawk. A sleeve tattoo was also present.
“Hey stop it, you two! If you keep this up, they’ll punish us all!” Again, another voice comes from behind and you did not bother to see how that man looked. He was smart though, that’s for sure.
Nevertheless, it did not stop the two from brawling further. With one swift move, the silver-haired guy already had raised his arm and purposely punched the man he was arguing with.
“Hell, all of us are in big trouble!”
Thankfully though, the man you were distracted from earlier had walked into their argument. He confidently stood between them and proceeded to pull them apart by the back of their jumpsuits. The two men looked surprised – even so slightly terrified – after seeing him caught up in between. “You two still want to fight?”
They did not answer him, merely looking away with a scoff on their faces and then lining back up at their spots in front of their cell doors.
Despite all of this, he still kept the blank expression just as you saw when he caught you staring right at him. No grins or smirk, whatsoever.
a/n: this was based of niki’s song! a beautiful ballad just in time for this kind of season <3
You can only wonder what was going through Steve’s mind.
Spring had been so beautiful around the month of May. It was the perfect time as the season had been coming to a close.
Trees around the parks of New York City started growing their leaves, each one having their unique shade. The weather had felt warmer and assumed was generally radiating a positive aura for the entrance of Summer.
Steve had remembered that month so vividly alike his classic songs embossed on vinyls that kept replaying.
Both of you were taking a stroll around Central Park, as you had requested. He gladly agreed assuming that you were distracted, wanting to get some fresh air after being confined in the Avengers Tower for too long.
It would definitely make him feel out of place if he were to be put into a crowd he did not belong, he thinks. You were just an average mortal who surprisingly captured his attention one day.
His old-fashioned self recalls your first meeting not so long as the season of winter had began.
He was carrying his sketch pad with him along with a newspaper for the day, stopping by to get a cup of coffee where he regularly comes so. It was just unfortunate that the place was crowded that day and you had nowhere to sit. But lucky enough Steve had a vacant seat just across from him whereas you kindly received his offer.
Moreover, both of you talked so casually as if you had been long-termed friends who had not seen each other for a while. The conversation was smooth and delightful for both parties, and it was not unexpected when he had – or attempted, rather – to ask you out for date.
“I see you’re taking this as a first date?” You questioned, taking humor into your tone.
As naive Steve Rogers was around women, the tone of the conversation has shifted to becoming awkward prior to a really good topic about art. “I mean, yeah, but if you didn’t like it– or if it, uh, seemed weird then– I was just trying to sound cool.”
“I was joking. It’s fine, I would love to.” The moment you answered and smiled, he had given you, and himself, a second to realize if this was actually happening.
You did not walk out from him nor did you slap either of his cheeks. Rather, you stayed right at the seat he had invited you in and the only difference was that you had a wider smile than before.
That was when he figured that he was in love with you. Literally on that moment during the start of December.
Ironically now that it was close to summer – the start of June – it was then as he started to feel cold. Instead from snow falling from the sky and the ice warming up the ground, however, it came from you and your attitude.
You had broken up with him during that walk in Central Park.
“I just think we aren’t meant to be together, Steve.” Those words repeated around his brain for days.
Steve did beg for you to stay. He had not felt this welcomed ever since he had woken up from the ice. The home between your arms was always something he was expecting after an exhausting mission.
No one had ever shown him understanding like you did. That was why it confused him greatly after you had said you were not meant for each other. How were you to say such?
“Can’t you see? You’re an amazing Super Soldier with friends who has plans on saving the world. I’m just someone who works from nine to five at a job I’m growing tired of.”
He just could not understand where you were coming from. Everything you were telling him was a blur and he found none of it useful on answering the questions in his head.
It saddened him that you were belittling yourself too. You could not see yourself like how he does.
“I know you love me, and I love you too… “
There was a pause after it. Steve was not sure if you were going to say something more out of it, but his emotions got the better of him, “Then why do you have to do this?”
“I need to work on my insecurities–”
“We can work on it together. You’ve been patient with me throughout my missions, I promise I’ll do the same with you.” He was close to kneeling down but without the intention of proposing with a diamond ring, only wanting you to stay for him.
“It’s not like that. It’s not the easy.”
“But it’s surely easier for you to break up with me and leave this all behind?”
“No, I told you it’s not like that!”
He had been fighting the vulnerability that was growing in him. Both of you remained relentless expressions that did not help to ease the situation. There was assumptions made out of it, most likely, but the main focus was what both of you were saying to each other.
“I just need you to understand, Steve, please.”
That was the moment he realized he should not oppose to you and your decisions.
What he could only think was that you understood him in ways that he had not thought yet needed. You were there for him and provided him with the best decisions you could offer. He intended to do the same.
But Steve was not doing the same – rather should not be. He was making something out of impossibilities, which was why he could not see it. On the contrary, he did not know what to do and so he just followed what his heart and instincts lead him to do so.
And like always, you offered the best solution and that was for him understand – for the betterment of you, and your relationship.
He does not hesitate on not chasing after you once you had given him a final kiss on the cheek and then turned away. He just stares at the back of your shirt with misery upon his face, seeing as your figure becomes smaller and smaller from a distance and then disappearing from his sight.
Steve trusts you. It was the right thing to do.
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It was winter again. Without you around Steve’s arms this time though.
You watched the snow start falling at the other side of your window. It had created a blur around the glass of it, but you could honestly make up the white covered pavement and houses. It was your view for these lonely seven months, how could you start forgetting it now.
The dining table that was set in front gave you the chance to sit, drink, and view. You guessed it was just you and your hot cup of chocolate this month.
Well, it was you were expecting for the rest of the cold, winter month.
You watched as the sun had started to set from the already gloomy gray colored sky. It turned into a dark shade further and the only thought it your head was for another day to come.
Both your productive and unproductive days were well beyond acknowledged. Generally, you have accomplished a lot of things all the while moving on from your ex-boyfriend, who was also Captain America.
You have gotten into a new line of work, something you were more favorable of, which was huge considering that it was not even in the top things to do in the list you mentally prepared in the past.
Another thing was that you have also acquire a new set of skills. Learning different hobbies through art and music was one of the obvious ways to distract yourself from something lingering around your mind – as told by the results that showed up in your search engine.
Friends were also something that surrounded you with more optimism that you asked for. Taking a break from interacting with superheroes and gods was expectedly relieving. Those were not your crowd and you swore you spent so much time trying to adjust, which had never been enough.
Nonetheless there were more things you improved at to the point where you could not keep track of, or chose not to – you were not really sure.
There was a quarter way left of your dark chocolate drink in your mug. The steam blowing from it had died out long ago. The coldness was starting to get a hold of it, though you let it, while becoming disconnected from your thoughts and stared blankly.
The background nose of the television reaches from the living room which was a few feet away from where you were at. You were not sure if the news was playing or just some random commercial; you did not care.
This was how most of your nights turn out. Even so when your doorbell had echoed through your house, you were expecting the friendly old woman from next door was stopping by again.
Your legs unhurriedly walked to the door. Though as you reached around the knob to unlock it, you changed the pout on your face to something more presentable and friendly.
“I appreciate the gesture Mrs. Jones but–” You already raised a hand in front as this might have been the tenth time she had invited you this week to her Christmas Ever celebration. And it was a Tuesday.
But another person had appeared right in front of you. Someone you were not expecting – but had secretly prayed for. “Oh, Steve.” There was not a hint of disgust or dread in your voice, it was just more of a calm wave of shock.
Steve had his golden hair neatly brushed back, seeing as it also grew longer. He was wearing a long brown coat and a scarf had wrapped around his neck. The gift wrapped present he was holding in front of him drew the most attention at first glance, but you tried to be unassuming that it was for you.
You just took silent yet deep breaths while either of you waited for an ice breaker.
“I’m so glad to see you,” Steve instantly sets off.
“Thank you. It has been a while, right?” You tried to embrace this as maturely as possible.
You were a complete mess and you did not want anyone to find out your state of mind, let alone him. You could not acknowledge the change in yourself – which you had promised a few months ago – even after you broke up with him, and it would feel like a kick in the stomach if he finds out that you were wrong.
“It has and I’m so glad I got to see your pretty face again,” he says.
“Did you come here alone?”
“Yeah, it was a long hour drive, but I survived.” He chuckles while still standing at the other side of the threshold.
For a moment you felt all the guilt come crashing down at once, again. It was like all of those memories and feelings were just bottled up, never leaving you, and now had been broken and released. You tried to stay strong though, you had to be.
And with that, you were not sure if inviting Steve inside your house was the mature decision. “Sorry, you must be getting cold. I think you should come inside.”
Steve gladly accepted for invite and proceeded inside. He does not hesitate on removing his coat and hanging it as he stops at the doorway, revealing the black sweater he has worn underneath.
You did not know what to do or say. This was so sudden and you were not prepared mentally, and physically.
However, you proceeded to the dining you where you were having a moment prior to this and Steve followed after. You swept the barely filled mug from the table and placed it in the sink. “Do you want coffee?”
He nods which promptly has you making a cup for both of you. You could not feel your stomach build up despite drinking chocolate from earlier.
From the corner of your eye you see him take a seat, and eventually you followed. Two cups occupy for each of your hand as you bring them to the dining table still freshly brewed and steaming.
You take the seat across from him and you internally do not feel any regret of having to face the blue-eyed Super Soldier closely upfront again. He glances at the drink you made shortly as you extended your arm for him, but his gaze returns back to yours.
It made your skin crawl. The combination of his stare and the cold air around the room, the silence was deafening but you were so scared to speak with the chances of saying something you might not take back.
“How are you, darling?” It was such a bittersweet nostalgia to hear that.
You intend on biting your tongue as a way to hold back the tears that started to form around the corner of your eyes. Your nose was lightly twitching as you were holding back any tear that could possibly escape.
The obvious clench on either sides of your jaw probably gave Steve a hint on what he was dealing with right now.
“I-I’m good,” you falter.
“How are you, really?” His expression remained the same. He did not raise his voice nor did he sound any more threatening.
On the other hand, you were at the edge of breaking down. You probably had blinked more times than your normally would, and you convinced yourself it was just the dirt that got through.
“I miss you,” Steve sighs, “come back to me.”
“Steve,” your voice was inconsistent just by calling his name out. It was a very weak attempt and you wished you just stayed silent, “We were bound to break up.”
Rather, you knew you were bound to break up. Seems like he’s still in denial of everything.
“No. I don’t believe it.” He shakes his head in pure disbelief, “For months I tried to understand and move on, but you never left my mind… You have always been stuck in my mind and I won’t believe it when you say you haven’t felt the same.”
“I really d-don’t–”
“Bullshit!” His voice startles you, making you bounce from your seat and lean back with wide eyes. You bit your lip in fear of making him angry. “Look, I didn’t mean to– I’m sorry I raised my voice.”
That moment made you remember more of the memories in the past. When you started to grow out of fear instead of pure love for Steve Rogers.
Instead of letting yourself shrink into your seat, your arms pushed against the edge of the table which allowed you to be up on your feet. You stood and walked over to the countertop to distance yourself a few more feet away from your ex-boyfriend.
Steve had looked at you with his mouth slightly agape, following your figure as you walked away further from him.
Every part from your waist and below had been covered as you stood behind the countertop. You turned around as your lower back pressed against the edge of the sink, getting to look at him again. This time, however, felt more relieving when you felt claustrophobic with his face near yours.
“Baby, I said I’m sorry.”
“Steve,” you coldly say, “I think it’s time for you to go.”
He had a look of disbelief upon his face, “You haven’t even opened the present I got for you.”
“We already had talked and seen each other tonight, I think that’s enough for tonight, or even for the next year.”
You were walking on thin ice.
You were convinced that you had forgotten on how to deal with him in times like this, but you also pondered if you have ever really known how to dealt with it.
“What are you saying, we barely even talked!”
Steve had followed your footsteps, pushing against the table and walking over you. It happened within seconds which gave barely enough time for you to process that he was nearing to you again.
“Steve, please!” You squeal.
He reached for both of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. You tried to avoid from looking at him, but he nearly follows the direction of your head until you had no choice but to get tired.
“Can’t you see, it’s you who I love. It will always be you and nothing can change that.” The grip of his fingers were starting to tighten around yours and you were not sure if he was aware of it.
“M-my hands. It hurts.”
He does not even acknowledge your pain, “Just tell me you love me and we can go back to the way we started.”
“Ouch,” you cry. You swore the bones in your hand were so close to breaking.
If it were not for the tears starting to stream down your cheeks, Steve probably would not have let them go. Your fingers were most likely swelling and shaking. Though, before you could even create a sigh of relief from the pain, you felt a pair of lips force over yours.
There was not even a second that had passed. Steve’s strength as quick and strong which greatly opposed to yours.
His hands might have spared the bones of your fingers from cracking, but he was definitely not going to let your jaw go. Both his palms smushed against either sides of it, preventing any movement which had forced you to accept the situation.
You knew this situation before, you just cannot surpass his strength. You could not fight or push him away or else he was just going to force himself more to you.
Just as you thought that your heart beat was already going to escape from your chest out of nervousness earlier, it had increased tenfold. You can only wonder what was going through Steve’s mind.
“Just relax, you’ll be able to enjoy it more,” Steve says in between kisses and before having to shove his tongue further past your lips.
Your hands were in between your bodies, trying to push his torso away using both your palms which predictably did not help at all. Slowly, your energy wears down further as you irrationally tried to keep him away from you.
“I know you want it,” he whispers, “just give in.”
The moment was was terrifying as it gets. As if on cue, your knees began to cave in and soon your hands no longer tried to resist against his body. Undoubtedly, you still did not return the favor of kissing him back but he did not seem to mind.
He slightly bends over to be able to lean his head more as he continues to suck against your bottom lip with emotions full of desire. Eventually it descends to your chin and then your lower jaw, aiming for more sensitive places despite his hands remaining at the same place on either sides of your face.
When he does try to suck the skin between the area of your neck and collarbones, you let out a small instinctive squeal. He was not gentle with his actions, making sure both of you were clearly feeling the sensation of him giving and you receiving; and after that reaction from you, he was certain that you were aware too.
“Fuck, I expected more than that, baby,” he mumbles and then continuing to draw on your skin as if it was a feast.
You could not keep count on how many times he tried to leave marks on you right now. What you were sure, though, was that tomorrow would be a morning full of regrets when looking in the mirror.
Your hands remained still from before, not knowing where to go and confused about all your emotions right now. However, you felt Steve release his grip around your face, moving down to reach your hands to guide them, position them into an embrace around his figure.
Afterwards, he bends further to reach the back of your thighs. It allowed him to hoist you up the marble countertop, setting you down with your back flat facing the surface.
He helped himself in welcoming his body between your legs as he pulled back, finally giving an end to his enjoyment on marking you. A quick smirk was seen within his face, as he comprehends that you were now under his control just as he looked forward to. It died down and returned back to the intimidating glare that set panic throughout your system earlier.
“Oh god, you still look so beautiful.”
With one hand, he was able to seize around both of your wrists which prevented you from making any movements still. And so you let him continue what he intends to, this time undoing your already loose sweatpants.
Steve could not be more than lucky enough for this moment. He thinks that he had waited long enough and that this exact time was perfect, just as he had pictured during the drive to your house.
When he successfully discards every garment from your waist and below, he takes a good view of what he had missed during these past seven months. Your were shamefully half naked and wet beneath him.
“Has anyone touched you while I wasn’t around?” He questions as his fingertips slowly drag against the entrance of your cunt.
You could feel yourself dripping just by his touch and you were embarrassed to even look at him.
“I asked you a question, sweetie, you better answer me.”
As much as you tried to hold back, he presses his thumb against your clit knowingly well how easily sensitive you were at that spot. “N-no!”
You repeated your answer after a deep exhale, “No one has touched me.”
He was in awe with your answer, ignoring the fact that you were holding on to your dear life out of fear. “Did you expect me to find you after? Still waiting for my cock for all these months?”
You whine, not knowing what emotion it had been drawn out from. The way his voice finds home to you just lures you in again, and the fact that he was saying those lewd things slowly broke down your walls. You did not know the answer to it yourself – rather you feared to know the truth.
Steve leans over, close to your ear and whispers, “I’ll be good to you since you’ve been a good girl to me, darling.” Before you know it, he leaves a kiss on the top of your head and pulls back.
He undoes the buckle around his waist and then his pants before letting it fall to the ground. Swiftly, he still uses one hand to pull your body close to him, feeling the prominent erection that had formed under his boxers against your pussy. “This is all yours.”
He playfully grinds against you, intensely feeling him more, making you moan and somewhat arch the back of your neck. And hell did the man enjoy was he was doing to you.
You closed your eyes shut and bit down onto your lip, trying not to expecting more as it would just mean that you were caving in to him.
Eventually with all the teasing, Steve does draws his dick out. The warmth of his skin was all too different from a piece of fabric. It felt too fucking good.
He does not insert it so easily though. Instead, he continues on to adore your whining and needy expression beneath him, rubbing the tip of his cock first and then followed by the rest. He slowly thrusts into the air while pressing against the entrance of your cunt, making sure it gets coated thoroughly while you recalled how large he was.
“Feel good, right?” He brags
“Steve, please,” you cry.
It does not take him merely once though before he finally got to push the tip inside you. But you were thankful for the heavens you did not have to suffer more than you already were.
Your lower abdomen slightly cramps, adjusting to his size again like you remembered from before. It felt both familiar and unfamiliar to have him inside you again, nonetheless, your body was reacting to it very positively.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts. “Guess you really weren’t fucking anyone else while I was gone.”
Technically he was not gone. Both of you were broken up. But your mind could not honestly rationalize that well right now.
Your eyelids were just feeling heavy and you were letting him pound into you as he pleases. There was not an ounce of energy in you that still wanted to fight back or resist, it was too tiring and too good.
When Steve realizes so, he releases the grasp around your wrists, knowing that you were not escaping any time soon. He’s definitely going to have fun with you now, even so determined for you to enjoy as well. “Oh god, did I miss fucking your pussy.”
He takes slow yet deep thrusts, making sure it reaches all the way until his cock completely disappears and reappears from his sight. When he presses a palm against the area just a few inches below your lower abdomen, he know you would start to lose it.
It was just the perfect spot, that took him weeks to master, just to launch you into a wave of euphoria. Though you were only letting out moans and cries for him, he could tell how much you were enjoying it by how your walls tighten around him.
Somehow it steadily releases the brute inside of him, making him thrust harden and faster every time he feels you squeeze. It turned him on every time and there was no stopping him, especially now.
The kitchen shamefully echoes the sloppy thrusts he was doing with you. The lewd noises were just music to his ears.
Steve was disappointed that you were weary at the moment. You would have loved this great fuck.
He could not even see how ruffled his hair was already. Sweat was rolling down his forehead yet he could not care less. All he was fixated on was your face and your pussy.
He looked at your figure with passion, making an illusion of you bouncing against him as if you were the one fucking and riding his dick.
Steve was shameless. There was a lustful rage inside of him that had been longing for this. Was he finally glad that this moment had come.
“You’re fucking mine,” he groans with one trust. “Mine.”
“Gonna fill you up with my cum.”
By some time could feel his orgasm build up and close to a release. He made it through strong and profound thrusts, just to savor what he had right now. “We were supposed to celebrate our first anniversary this month, but don’t worry,”
He groans along with another trust, “I made the mistake of letting you go the first time.”
With one final thrust, he goes as deep as he can to make sure nothing from his cum spills out from you,
“I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
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Summary:You patch things up with Steve, but will Laurie take you back?
Word Count: 1300
Warnings:Language, fluff, angst.
A/N:Well, this is not my best, but I still like this one. Hope you guys do too! Also, not my gif. Credit to the owner. You know the drill.
He answered after one ring. “Hello?” God, you missed his voice.
“Steve,” you breathed, tears still streaming down your face. It was like a dam had broken and now your eyes were flooded. Your voice was shaking, and you had to speak quietly so you wouldn’t cry anymore. “It’s me.”
It was quiet on his end for a moment or two, and then you heard him sigh. Was he relieved? “Thank God.” He said breathlessly, and you could almost picture him running his hands through his hair.
“And you’re sure?” Steve asked for about the thousandth time.
“Yes,” You insisted, grabbing his hands. You stood in your living room, by the front door. As soon as Steve had walked in you had rushed over to him. “Yes, I’m sure. It’ll be hard, but I’d rather see you a little bit at a time then not at all.” You laced your fingers together with his.
He grinned slowly, his eyes nearly sparkling as he looked down at you. You could almost hear the ocean when you looked in his eyes. “Okay?” you said after he didn’t say anything, squeezing his hands gently to make sure he was still alive.
“Okay,” he chuckled, bending down slightly to kiss you. You helped him fill the space by standing just slightly on your toes, your lips meeting in the middle. God, I missed this, you thought, moving your lips against his. Soon his hands let go of yours and traveled to your waist, pulling you closer. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, not opening your eyes or breaking the connection between him for one second. He lifted you up off the ground and spun you around for a second, causing you to giggle into his mouth.
Finally he set you down, and you parted, grinning at him with slightly flushed cheeks. “I missed you so much,” you said, pulling him more into your apartment.
“I missed you too, doll,” he replied, chuckling. “I thought about coming into the store a few times, and buying a phone case again. But I figured you would need your space.”
You smiled as you remembered the first time you had met him. You just knew him as Captain America then, this man who fought to protect the world and had been frozen for like, a hundred years (not a hundred, but you didn’t know the exact number). But now, you knew him as Steve, this kind, wonderful, amazing man who swept you off your feet and made you feel so happy, and safe, and invincible.
You spent the night holed up in your apartment with Steve, catching up on the last month you’d missed with him. He told you what he could about all the missions he’d been on, and shared a few stories of being recognized in public. You told him about your fight with Laurie, and how you felt so guilty about leaving things the way they were with her.
“Well, then, you have to talk to her,” Steve said. You were sitting on the couch with him now, talking. He reached over and brushed your hair behind your ears. “You guys have been friends too long just to let it fizzle out like that.”
You thought it was sweet how much he cared, and moved so that you weren’t facing him anymore; instead, your back was pressed against his chest, legs extending across the couch. He pressed a kiss against the top of your head and you could feel his chest rising and falling- steady and sure.
“You’re probably right,” you sighed, closing your eyes. He ran his fingers through your hair. “Tomorrow,” you promised, letting out a yawn. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”
You stood in front of Laurie’s apartment, an olive branch in hand. Not an actual olive branch, but a peace offering of sorts. It was a plastic bag full of Laurie’s favorite candy and makeup from work. You glanced down at your phone. A text from Steve helped you work up the courage to knock.
You can do this, doll. Just talk to her.
-Steve
You took in a deep breath, and, with your free hand, knocked on the door.
After a few moments, Laurie answered. She frowned when she saw it was you, and just stood there. She didn’t say anything, just stared at you with her arms crossed over her chest. You swallowed the lump in your throat.
“I, uh, I brought you this,” you said, handing her the bag. She glanced down in to it and, after moments of consideration, allowed you to come inside.
“I’m sorry I was such an asshole,” you spoke again, biting your lip. “I shouldn’t have taken all my frustrations with Steve out on you, and I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was being a bad friend, and you were being a good friend by calling me out on my bullshit.”
You sighed. You’d said your piece, and now all you had to do was wait for Laurie to forgive you… or decide she never wanted to see you again.
After minutes- literally, minutes- of agonizing silence, Laurie rolled her eyes. “You swear you’re done acting like a lunatic?” she asked, looking at you.
“Yes,” you said, smiling softly. “Yes. Lunacy over. They’ve released me from the asylum.”
“Well, then, get over here, you dumb-ass,” Laurie said, opening her arms. You stepped forward and hugged your best friend, feeling all the pieces finally fall into place.
After the hug, you and Laurie spent the evening watching your favorite movies, quoting the lines you knew so well. She ordered Thai food and pizza and you pigged out with her on food you didn’t need, but damn did it taste good. You split a bottle of wine with her and sang stupid songs at the top of your lungs, and you were so happy to have your best friend back.
The next day, you met with Steve at the grocery store. He only had an hour to spare today to see you, and you had to go shopping for the week before you went to work. You spotted the faded blue baseball cap and knew it was him.
Holding the basket in one hand and Steve’s hand in the other, the two of you walked down the aisles and you occasionally would toss something in the basket. You held a conversation with your boyfriend, talking to him about stuff that didn’t really matter. Then finally, as you approached the produce section, he brought up something that did matter.
“So, Stark- Tony, I mean - is hosting this big, stupid party to celebrate the Avengers being together for three years,” he said, and you chuckled to yourself. “What?” He asked, nudging you with his shoulder.
“That’s so sweet,” you said, grabbing an apple and putting it in the basket. “It’s like an anniversary party. An Aveng-iversary.” You laughed, because you thought you were hilarious.
Steve didn’t. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You are insane,” he said, scoffing at you lightly. “But as I was saying, he’s having this big party, and he told us we could invite whoever we want. And I want you.” He stopped, then scrunched his face slightly. “To be there. I want you to come with me. It’s next Saturday. Can you make it?”
You thought of the work schedule and after a moment or two, nodded. “Yeah, I can make it,” You said, grinning.
“Good,” He said, kissing the side of your head. “Cause my coworkers can’t wait to meet you.”
“Coworkers?” You scoffed. “You mean, the rest of the Avengers?”
Steve nodded, and it dawned on you. A night meeting the rest of the Avengers? Holy shit. You were in trouble.
Warnings : one mention of kinky stuff but that’s all
You and Steve met, when Bucky decided to introduce you to his best friend
At first Steve was intimated by you, especially your unusual makeup
But even though you were looking a bit scary for him, he decided to try making friends with you
He wasn’t regretting it, you were nice to him and he absolutely loved your personality. Of course you liked him too, he was probably the most polite person you ever met
After Bucky introduced you two to each other, you started hanging out
At first you were scared that he might not want to hang out with you, because you were looking so differently than most people, but Steve assured you that he loves the way you look
After spending a lot of time together, you two understood that as different as you thought you would be
The biggest difference between you two is your dressing style, but neither of you minds that
After sometime, you start dating
A lot of cuddles
Sometimes you would do his makeup or give him some clothes so he could look like you
He absolutely loves it, but he still prefers wearing his clothes outside (he’s not ready to wear them outside his house)
Him buying you some clothes/accessories he thibk you would like
Dates in abandoned places
At first Steve was against that idea, because he was afraid of being caught
But then he decided to give a try, he loved it
At first it felt bad, because he was scared someone could see him, so he was careful about doing this and he still is
But besides that, he enjoys this kinds of dates
He tried doing your makeup once or twice, it wasn’t looking so good, it was messy, but you appreciated the fact he tried his best
If drink monster energy or any other kind of energy drinks, he’ll make sure you don’t drink too much, he don’t want you to get hurt
If you would ask him to, he can buy you some energy drinks
Him helping you save money to buy platform boots
If someone makes fun of you being Goth, Steve’s not going to be very nice
He has a thing for your chokers, he probably has a kink, but won’t tell you, a least not until he’s ready to do so
Steve’s favorite part of your looks are accessories, especially rings
Basically he loves you and he’s happy that you’re being yourself
This is the first imagine of my Steve Roger x Reader Series. For more of my writing check out my Masterlist!
You and Steve met on his first day of base camp. You were tasked to take him to the back to try to find an uniform that would fit him halfway decently. However, considering his size, that task was nearly impossible.
“This is the smallest kit I can find, I’ll keep looking though and bring you anything else I find tomorrow. I’m just going to need to take some measurements before you leave,” you spoke for the first time since receiving your orders.
“Thank you Miss-“ Steve replied.
“Y/l/n. Y/f/n Y/l/n,” you answered offering your hand.
“I’m Steve, Steve Rogers. Private Rogers” he returned.
“I know, you’re kind of the talk of the camp,” you turned to hide your blush.
“What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked as you retrieved a tape measure.
“I’m here with the SSR, when I’m not busy with work, I try to help out around the base as much as possible. Arms up.”
“Huh?”
“Arms up, so I can measure,”
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he said lifting his arms.
After a few more minutes you got everything you needed.
“Okay private Rogers, your all set.”
“Thank you again, I really appreciate this.”
“No problem, good luck out there,” you smile as he shifts to leave.
He awkwardly made his way out the door. And you were stuck with that dumb smile on your face. Of all the men you had to choose from, you had to pick him. There was something different about him though, he had heart, you could tell… And that is why you stayed up late that night to alter a uniform for him. All the odds were stacked against him. No one really wanted him here and they wouldn’t hesitate to let that be known. His size would work against him, and he would have to work twice as hard as everyone else. The least you could do is make sure he was properly outfitted.
The next morning Steve woke up to find a new uniform sitting on the foot of his bed. He quickly put it on making a mental note to thank you later. He lined up with the others and went on out to train for the day. And it went about as well as you predicted.
It was later that evening as he sat alone eating dinner that Agent Carter paused at his table, “You’re a lucky man Private.”
“Why is that?” he asked surprised she was even talking to him.
“Every guy here has tried to gain Y/n’s attention, and you win her over with one encounter.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“The uniform,” she clarified.
“Yeah, she found it in storage.”
“They don’t come in any size below medium,”
“What do you mean?”
“It had to be altered, I’m sure it took her most of the night.”
“Really?”
“Yes, she must see something in you. Anyways, keep up the good work out there,” Peggy said as she walked away. She had planted the seed, and felt confident that she had completed her duties as your best friend. Now it was just a matter of time.
Steve quickly finished his meal and went to find you. However, after asking around he had discovered that you were off-base and he would just have to wait. But something in his gut was already telling him that you were well worth it.
Relationship: Steve Rogers x black plus sized reader
Steve called a mandatory meeting but I’m not sure for what and I’m interested to see what he’s gonna say.
“Y/N” Scott calls and I turn around meeting him.
“Hey Scott”
“You look beautiful today” I can tell he likes me but usually I don’t pay attention because I’m so busy with work. See I work as a nurse but strictly for the avengers team. I interned for Stark and he hired me after a month seeing how good I work under pressure. Then that’s when I met Steve. They brought him to me when he was fresh out of the ice to which I took care of him as well as catching him up on the 66 years of history he had missed. He took a liking towards me and soon we started our best friendship which turned into a sexual relationship. I’d enjoy more but I don’t wanna ruin what we have so l handle this for now.
Me and Scott walk and talk together to the conference room where he opens the door for me “oh my god I’m so tired of wearing scrubs really I’d prefer to be in a big t-shirt and nothing else” I laugh. I notice I’ve caught Steve’s attention by that sentence. His blue eyes study my features of a short t-shirt dress and my silk-pressed ashy brown hair flowing gloriously on my shoulders with each step I take.
“Well I’m sure a lot of male patients would be very aroused by how good you’d look in either attire I know I would” I blush laughing and I catch a Steve’s eyes. The once ice blue orbs now turned into electric with what looks like lust and anger. Steve always was possessive but seeing as we aren’t together you’d think he’d let little things like this slide. But we’re both wrong.
Everyone piles in at once and we all sit down waiting for what Steve has to say. “For starters I’d like to thank everyone for coming to the meeting and as we know there’s a special event tonight the ultimate Christmas party Tony famously hosts every year but we don’t want it to be like the last time where we we’re attacked by robots which is something I never thought I’d said in my 99 years of life” he chuckles “let’s remember to have fun but keep the compound secure and safe as well”
“That was all you called us for?” Scott asks. He had a tendency to get under Steve’s skin often bringing up his past and on one occasion he even mentioned our extraordinary 74 year ago gap and Steve nearly put him in a full Nelson.
“It is is there a problem?” I can see Steve is boiling but I don’t know why
“No problem at all captain” he chuckles
“Good everyone’s dismissed” he calls “except for Y/N” my heart starts beating faster and I watch everyone leave. I avoid eye contact with Steve but the second I catch him (gif), I feel my wetness start to collect between my thighs. The door is shut and I stand up walking towards him. I do a half sit on the table as he strides towards me placing his hands on either sides of my hips coming about eye level to me. The smell of his mint toothpaste and Armani cologne is breathtaking.
“I don’t like how he talks to you or even looks at you”
“Who Scott? We’re just friends”
“He wants you Y/N and I’m sure he has a sense that something is going on between us so if he could he’d taste you right in front of me” Steve parts my legs stepping between them
“Nonsense Steve it’s not even like that. You’re just being over-protective and jealous. For what? I don’t know”
“Because you’re mine” his hand slides between my thighs as his calloused finger rubs my wet clit before sliding between my folds. My upper body slouches down as I push my hands behind me on the table to keep my balance. My eyes shut and I bite my lip holding back a moan.
“How can that be the case yet we’re not together?” I ask
“That doesn’t mean you aren’t mine” he says sliding a finger in. My body opens up to him. I’m feeling so many different emotions. Mad, sexually frustrated, horny, appalled. I don’t know what to do. He continues pumping slowly to torture me. My body shakes and he holds up my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. Steve curls his fingers making my body jolt. He moves his hand in a quick all-of-a-sudden pace slamming on my g-spot. My body rocks and my moans get louder. Steve covers my mouth “be a good girl for me and cum on my hand princess” my legs shake and next thing I know I’m convulsing against him trying to press my thighs together. My back arches as he pumps me dry. Once I come to my sense I watch Steve lick his fingers with a smirk.
“If you want me to officially” I stand up slowly watching him take a step back “you know what to do” I walk out going straight to my room. I take a deep breath as my wobbly legs force me to sit on the nearby chair. I’ve gotta start getting ready for this party. I bring myself together walking to the shower turning it on hot.
…..
I’m all dressed and ready for the party and I hear a bunch of people downstairs and the slow jazz music awaiting. I take one last look on the mirror at my outfit which is white mid rise bell bottoms, a double breasted blazer and a lace white bra that exposes the breast tattoo Steve likes so much. I grab my bedazzled clear heels sliding them on before heading downstairs. I stand at the top of the steps just grabbing some alone time before I merge with the crowd. A body slides next to me and I think it’s Steve until I meet eyes with someone else. Scott.
“Oh my god Y/N you look incredible” I smile thanking him keeping my eyes on the crowd “Jesus if I were Steve I wouldn’t let you walk out like that” I chuckle
“Scott I do what I want relationship or not”
“Speaking of what’s going between you and the crypt keeper” he takes a sip of his drink and I feel eyes burning into me. I look down seeing Steve staring right back at me. Sharon is staring at him like she hasn’t eaten in days and I feel my blood boil. He excuses himself and I watch him walk towards the steps.
“Nothing we’re just friends and coworkers”
“Hmm” he hums in disapproval. Steve meets us at the top with a fake smile on his face.
“Excuse me Scott I’d like to borrow Y/N for a minute” he grabs my arm whisking me away without even allowing Scott to comply.
Steve takes me to a dimly lit hallway and I yank my arm away “have you lost your damn mind” by this point I’m pissed. I get that Steve has attachment issues but that doesn’t mean he can control who I talk to let alone get mad that another guy is giving me attention when all he does is work and fuck me.
“Maybe. What the hell are you doing after I told you Scott is trying to get what’s mine”
“Steven how the fuck can I be yours and we’re not dating. And you know why we aren’t dating because you’re still strung up on Sharon who just so happened to be undressing you mentally”
“She was not” he scoffs. I squint my eyes in anger “It’s obvious Scott only wants to fuck you”
“And what the fuck do you actually get to do. Fuck me that’s it. You don’t know how bad I actually wanna be with you but the only thing we can do is fuck so don’t say shit about anyone else’s place when you’re actually participating in the act just using the same mindset” I storm away from him and walk downstairs mixing myself in the crowd.
“Y/N you look great” Pepper says “woah what’s wrong”
“Nothing I’m fine” I say. She knows me better than anyone else and she grabs my hand. She excuses herself from Tony and we head to the bathroom.
“Talk to me” a tear slips and I wipe it careful not to mess up my makeup. I explain to her what happened and she shakes her head
“Men are so stupid” she hugs me making me laugh. She helps me fix my makeup and it doesn’t look too bad. Pepper walks out with me our locked together and we go straight to the bar “4 vodka shots please”
The bartender grabs the Smirnoff bottle pouring the liquor into the small glasses setting them in front of us. She hands me 2 and I grab one glass tipping my head back letting the liquid glide down my throat leaving a fiery trail. My face scrunches up and the DJ spins the record stopping the smooth jazz.
I watch as Tony gets on the mic “I feel like we need to amp this party up some more” the crowd agrees as the DJ turns the music up putting on Meg Thee Stallion’s song Freak Nasty.
I take my second shot grabbing a lime to chase the liquor and replace the fiery taste in my mouth. My chest burns as the liquid courage smoothes down singeing my sternum.
I feel myself migrate to the dance floor rocking to the beat of the music. I bend over shaking my ass and I feel a body slide behind me. I’m not sure who it is but the guys hands slide around my waist keeping me close. “Damn baby can I take you home” before I’m able to pull whoever this is off of me Steve grabs him.
“Get your fucking hands off my girl” I watch Steve pull the guy away and he grabs my arm pulling me upstairs to his bedroom. I can tell he’s livid.
“Y/N what the fuck”
“I didn’t even know it wasn’t you” I say nonchalantly standing up “and again I don’t see why you’re mad we aren’t even-“ he cuts me off with a kiss and a hand pressed to my throat. Steve is quick to lay me on the bed still holding me in his powerful kiss. Steve pulls off my jacket moving his lips to my neck and breasts. I bite my lip holding back a moan. His hands slip into my pants undoing them and my legs fall open for him. I feel his erection against my thigh as he rubs my wet swollen clit begging for attention.
“Don’t stop” instead Steve does the opposite and stands up. I pull off my pants and soaked black thong. Steve undresses his bottom half and grabs my legs pulling me to the end of the bed. He taps his dick on my clit making me writhed before he finally pushes himself in me.
I grab his arm as he continues his assault breathing heavily near my ear. His moans are guttural and low as he nips at my ear. “Just like that please Steve” he pushed my thighs back on the bed stroking me down harder. My jaw drops and I lift my arms above my head gripping the sheets behind me.
“You look so fucking good doll” I whimper holding him close to me. The thought of Sharon taking him away from me overwhelms me and a tear slips. Or it could be from just how good he’s pounding out my pussy.
“Look at you. A beautiful fucking mess. My beautiful fucking slut” he bites my collarbone quick to put my legs on his shoulders.
“Steve please”
“What do you want? Use your words” I can’t even think. I’m not sure what I want so I let my heart do the talking
“Don’t leave me”
“I won’t baby girl. Fuck you look so pretty taking my dick like that”
“Steve” I moan. His strokes increase as he wraps his hand tighter around my throat
“Nobody is allowed between my pretty little sluts thighs but me” my release is on the brink as he keeps talking to me like this “and if they try… I’ll kill them”
“I’m cumming” my legs shake uncontrollably as my hips buck upward.
“Cum for me please” he whimpers. I muster up the strength and flip us over riding him. I grind hard on Steve as he coats my walls in his juices whimpering my name.
I keep bucking my hips watching him squirm. I slow down and collapse on his chest feeling his dick pulse inside of me.
“You’re mine” he rasps
“I’m yours” I smile
“We’re going on a date tomorrow to solidify it but for right now will you be my girlfriend?” He smiles
Summary:You realized just how much you need him. You go to him and try to talk things out.
Word count: 1,765
Warnings:angst/fluff, mentions of torture, cursing
Authors Note: thank you so much for the love on the first part. I’m so in love with mob!au’s and happy how much this one turned out. if you have any suggestion on what I should write next, pls let me know <3
It has been 2 weeks since you last saw Steve. Every day you have been getting different types of flowers delivered to your apartment from Steve. With each bouquet, he has been living different notes stating how much he loves you and wondering if you were ever going to forgive him. He was hoping and praying that maybe you would text him back.
You want to forgive him, but you just don’t know if you could. I mean, you saw him almost kill a man. It is traumatizing. You do miss him so much. You miss his touch, the way he always rubs your back when you guys cuddle, and how he cooks for you and tells you how much he loves you.
You just got back from a long bad day at work and school. You turned in your assignment late, that you were really hard on, and your teacher only gave you half credit on it. Then the coffee machine at your job stopped working, but it stopped working after you got half a cup of coffee. But then your stupid co-worker, who is always rude to you, accidentally bumps into and spills your coffee all over your white blouse. So you had to deal with a coffee stain shirt all day and everyone kept giving you weird looks.
Once you arrived at the doorstep of your small apartment, you noticed a bouquet that was mixed with sunflowers and roses, your two favorite flowers, on top of the doormat. You already knew it was from Steve. You picked up the flowers off of the ground with one hand and used the other had to unlock your front door with your house key that was already in your hand. You unlocked and opened the door and pushed it open your foot. You walked to your kitchen, which was right by the front door, you dropped off your keys, purse, and the flowers all on the counter. You noticed that the flower had a note on it with a small paragraph. It usually didn’t have noted on it, when it did it only had Steve’s name on it. You grabbed the note to read it.
“I know you still haven’t forgiven me because you haven’t reached out. So, this will be the last time you will hear from me. I know you don’t want anything to do with me anymore. But just know that I always will and forever love you. When your ready to be with me, ill be waiting. -Steve”
You read the note twice just to make sure you read it. You weren’t sure how to feel. You wanted to be with him but you aren’t sure if you had forgiven him yet.
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It has been two days since you received the last flowers from Steve. You thought about the whole situation that happened, and you realized just how much you need him and that he needed you. You made your final decision. You wanted to be with him no matter what. So today, since it is your day off, you are going to go over to his house and tell him that you have forgiven him.
You woke up and got ready like any other day. You wore your favorite outfit, had a nice breakfast, and was on your way to Steve’s house by midday.
It was about a 15-minute drive with a little bit of traffic. The whole way you were mentally preparing yourself and thinking of what you were going to say. You parked your car in front of his house, by the sidewalk. Got out of your car, walked up to his house, and knocked on the door. Your nerves were everywhere. You felt like you were about to have a heart attack. You couldn’t stop playing with your nails, which you always did when you were nervous. You heard the front door open and you felt your heart stop for a minute. You looked up from your hands and saw Steve staring at you with a shocked but confused face. He didn’t expect to see you anytime soon.
“Hi,” You said with a gentle tone. Steve was still looking at you with a confused face. He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes. He was still trying to understand why you swerve standing in front of him and if you were there or if he was just dreaming.
“H-hi.” He was trying to think of what to say to you without scaring you off again. “What are you doing here?”
“Umm, I came here to see you.” You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want to be straight forward. “I wanted to talk to you…. about us.”
“Of course. Come in” He responded quickly. He opened the door wider and moved to the side to let you go through. While walking through the door and passed him, you looked up at him and gave him a small smile, he returned one back to you.
He closed the door behind you and motioned you to his office with his hands. You nodded to him, showing that you understood the way he wanted to go, and walked up the stairs into his office. You opened the office doors and slowly walked towards the middle of the room, you didn’t know to stand or to sit. You just decided that standing was probably better. You felt this feeling of deja vu. All the feelings of when you were last in the office were coming back to you all at once, making you nervous then you already were.
You looked back to the office door to Steve closing the door. He walked towards you in the middle of the room and slowly sat to lean on the front of his desk. He looked at you up and down, waiting for you to speak first.
“I know this is kind of unexpected but I did a lot of thinking over these past few days and I know this has been hard on the both of us. But I know what I want to do and I know what is the right decision to do between us. I wanted to tell you this in person instead of over the phone. I knew it would be better this way.” You were scared to see his reaction. You knew he wanted you but have things change over the last few days.
“You want to end things officially, don’t you?” He cut you off, spitting out his assumption.
“W-what?” You were shocked by his question. “Of course not. I want to be with you.”
He looked at you with a shocked face. He did not expect to hear that from you. He thought you were going to leave him for good after how much he frightened you that day.
“Why?”
“What do you mean ‘Why’? I love you Steve and nothing is going to change that.”
“But that day, you were so scared of me. I thought you were going to leave me for good after you found out the truth.”
“I mean, yea I was scared of you, but that didn’t make me want to leave you.” You tried to explain it to him. “I just need some time to understand this whole fucked situation.”
You look at him with pleading eyes. You wanted to know what he was thinking.
“So you wanna be with me?” He asked
“Of course. I just-I just am a little scared.” You replied with uncertainty. He looked at you with questioning eyes but nodding for you to go on. “I’m scared of how this is going to effort us. I’m scared that I might be in danger all the time because of your enemies. I’m scared of losing you.”
Your voice was shaky and you had tears starting to form in your eyes. You looked at the ground trying to avoid looking at him, which might make you start crying. He looked at you with sadness and guilt, knowing he caused you this feeling. He got up from leaning on his desk and walked closer to you. He stood right in front of you, with both of your chests almost touching. He placed both of his hands on your cheeks, trying to direct your face towards him. You looked back at him and put both of your hands on his lower stomach in a comforting way.
“I understand that you are scared, but you need to know that I will never let anything happen to you. I will protect you no matter what the consequences are. You are my whole world, and I will protect your life even if that means losing mine.” He said while looking directly into your eyes, showing that he means what he said.
You nodded at him showing him that you understood what he said. You let your hands, that were on his chest, slowly move to go around his waist and around to rest on his back. You stepped forward, moving even closer to him, connecting your hands on his back and letting your hand rest on his chest. He moved one arm to go around your waist, and the other around your shoulder, with his hand on top of your head, squeezing you tight.
He looked down at you and smiled happily loving the feeling of having you back in his arms. He was so glad that he finally had you back and made you his again. He leaned down with his head to kiss you on the top of his head. You guys stood there for a couple of minutes, just embracing each other.
You made the first move to separate from each other. You took a step back and moved your hands back to the front of his chest. His hand was still on your waist with the other moved to rest on your cheek. You leaned forward, on your tippy-toes, and kissed him on the lips. He was shocked that you did that but he loved the feeling of your lips on his. He missed the feeling that your kisses gave him.
“I love you so much.” He said against your lips once you guys released from the kiss. You gave him a small and a small peck.
“I love you too. More than you will ever know.”
You know that you made the right decision going back to him. You were finally happy again, and so was he. He knew that you were the one and planned to never lose you.
