Y/N: You look nice, I want to kiss you

Steve:what?

Y/N: I SAID IF YOU DIED I WOULDN’T MISS YOU.

Steve: [trips and falls down]

Y/N: It’s cute how you’re falling for me.

Steve: We’re married, Y/N.

Y/N: Still.

Y/N: What are some of your strengths?

Steve: i fall in love easily

Y/N: What are some weaknesses?

Steve: *dreamily* those beautiful eyes of yours

Y/N: You love me, right Steve?

Steve: Normally I would say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Steve: I’m holding the entire world in my hands.

Y/N: You’re holding my face.

Steve: I know.

Y/N: *blushing furiously* oh

Y/N: hey Steve, have you ever been in love?

Steve:..once.

Y/N: really? how’d it end?

Steve, looking at Y/N with heart eyes: it hasn’t.

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Steve: I’m going out on a date.

Y/N:Oh, cool. When?

Steve:I don’t know, when are you free?

Y/N, blushing: smooth motherfucker

Steve: Why does everyone assume we’re a couple?

Y/N: *sitting on Steve’s lap, playing with his hair*

Y/N: beats me.

Steve: I need you

Y/N:For?

Steve:Ever

Y/N: *blushing furiously* oh

Steve: Are you… flirting with me?!

Y/N: I have been since the first time we met but thanks for noticing

Steve: Y/N, can you help me with this zipper

Y/N: of course

Steve:

Steve: Up Y/N, I meant zip it up

Y/N: right, sorry

2:17am

feat: Steve Rogers x plus size reader

wc: 302

genre: fluff

an: it’s super but I was finally able to write something for the first time in what feels like forever.

Whether he was coming or going I didn’t matter. Your heart fluttered with every single touch. Each kiss hello or kiss goodbye you lived for the small intimate moments between you. You loved him like the moon loved the stars. He’s your everything, he’s been your everything from the moment you met and he always will be.

It’s the middle of the night when your bedroom door slowly opens letting in the dim glow from the kitchen light you left on, by accident. Your eyes slowly open as you look up to see the man that means everything stepping inside.

You don’t say anything as you watch him strip away his clothes, leaving him in just his boxers. Pulling back the covers on his side of the bed he slowly lays down next you.

His beautiful eyes look on yours and a soft smile plays across his lips. Leaning forward he pressed his soft lips to yours. Every single kiss you share leaves you wanting more. His hand lingers on your round face as he says, “I missed you so much.”

“I always miss you,” there’s not a day that goes by that you don’t miss him when he’s away.

Laying down on his back he waste no time pulling your curvy body close to his. Your head rests on his chest as your leg is pulled over his tone stomach. He’s pulled your body so close to his you’re practically laying on top of him. His lips press to the top of your head for a soft kiss. “I miss being able to hold you.” He’s always the neediest when he returns from a mission. You’ll never complain about it though. You love when he’s needy. There’s not a single thing about the man who is holding you that you don’t love.

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The Hero’s & The Bus

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

You sat in the seat next to the window looking out at the busy street, one earbud in your ear as you quietly hummed along to some random song on your playlist. You had just moved into New York a few months ago from Chicago after you had been caught on the news. Or you should say “Elementress” had been recorded and the video posted.

In a matter of minutes, the video went viral and you were dubbed “ Elementress” after it was revealed you could control all natural elements or as you liked to call them the big eight.

As the bus stopped more people came on, one of the men, a tall dark blonde wearing a baseball cap sat next to you. He looked over at you with a small smile before pulling a newspaper out of his pocket. You looked back down at the article on your phone then to the one in his hand.

“ Who’s your favorite?” You asked.

Steve looked up at you as you pointed to the article title,

‘NEW ENHANCED VIGILANTE IN CHICAGO DUBBED 'ELEMENTRESS’ BY PUBLIC. FRIEND OR FOE?’

He smiled and let out a chuckle at how you didn’t even notice who he was before replying, “ Captain America, and yours?”

You raised an eyebrow at the man’s choice of a superhero before responding, “ I favor the new 'Elementress. Why is Grampa your favorite?”

Steve looked at you his smile slipping a bit before raising an eyebrow, “ He was the first superhero.”

You looked at the man with a 'Really?’ the face before you replied, “ Is that all you like about him? That he’s the first superhero? The oldest one that’s still magically alive but definitely out of his prime? ”

Steve looked at you as if you’d just told him Captain America sucked, which you basically just did. He turned towards you pulling the newspaper down, looking at you.

“ And why do you like this newly discovered and reckless 'Elementress’? Hmm?” Steve questioned you.

You looked at him narrowing your eyes a bit, “ She can control eight elements first off, and unlike Captain America, everything special about her didn’t come out of a bottle.”

Steve let out a scoff remembering when Tony said those same words to him, “ How do you know that? She’s new and has little experience and most likely can’t control her abilities.”

“ From the video taken its safe to say she has pretty good control and that she has experience in fighting and using them.” You said before the man turned away from you.

Rolling your eyes you popped your earbud back in and turned up the volume until at the next stop a block away from from the Avengers Tower he got off.

As he got up he looked down at you before holding out his hand, “ Steve.”

Looking from his hand to his face you gave a small smile, “ Y/n.”

_______________________

You allowed the metal from the pole to wrap around the man’s body enough to contain him until the police got there to arrest him. Turning you left him with a note pinned with a needle-sharp piece of metal from the pole.

“ That was fun, ” You said walking down the alleyway bending the dark shadows to allow you through the back wall.

Walking out the other side you let out a sigh, that had been your fourth person that night, and one of the many this week. You pulled your hair out of the high ponytail it was in, rubbing the away some of the black paint around your eyes which hid some of your features.

“ This is how it’s going to go, ” Tony’s automated voice said as he landed in front of you, repulsers facing you.

You looked at the suit and shook your head, “ Impressive suit Stark, although I don’t think it helps you much in this situation.”

Before he could say another word you quickly started to fold his suit in on him, wrapping the arms together enough to where he couldn’t move but his actual arms were hurt. You then knocked him back with a gust of wind twisting the surrounding pipes.

“ Low blow Mother Nature, Low blow, ” Tony said trying to move but couldn’t rolling his eyes he said into the comm, “ Alright Cap your turn.”

You turned around at the thump of boots only to see the walking, talking American Flag. Letting out a laugh you turned back to Stark shaking your head.

“ This is cute really, ” You said turning towards the Captain, “ You know I was just talking about you with an old friend, don’t worry they aren’t as old as you are. ”

Steve pulled his arm back to throw his shield but as he released it you slowed the speed of it to where you could easily catch it. Both men looked at you in shock as you flipped the shield around.

“ Mmm this right here is worth a pretty penny Captain, and especially since a Stark designed it. But I’m feeling nice today so I’ll leave this with you sadly, ” You said throwing it back pushing it was a strong gust of wind to make it hit the Captain harder.

Turning around you walked out of the alley but not before turning back to the two Avengers with a grin.

“ Tootals!”

__________________

Two days later you were back on the bus, seeing as you didn’t feel like walking to your apartment that day. The bus had stopped at one of the pickups and a few people got on, one of them sitting next to you.

Looking up you saw the same man from a few weeks ago and smiled.

“ Nice to see you again, Grampa lover, ” You said as you pulled out one of your earbuds.

Steve looked at you and gave a smile, “ Nice to see you as well Tween Lover.”

Your eyes widened and you let out a gasp, “ Elementress is not a tween.”

He raised an eyebrow in question, “ Really? I’m surprised most new superheroes are I mean SpiderMan is only 15.”

You narrowed your eyes at Steve as his eyes widened at what he had said.

“ I mean- I don’t know how old he is but I’m sure he’s young, ” He stutters trying to cover up what he had said.

“ Mhm okay, you know Steve, ” You started looking at the nervous man, “ You sure do get offended when I poke fun at the Fossil you so greatly admire, any reason for that?”

“ It’s rude to disrespect an American hero who’s protected the country and other countries multiple times, ” Steve said straightening up a bit.

“ Alright, ” You said with a nod before grinning at him, “ You wanna know a secret?”

Steve nodded and leaned down closer to you, “ You really need a new civilian outfit and if you don’t want to be recognized… You probably shouldn’t have gone out with Tony Stark.”

“ Damn, ” Tony said from the seat across the row from you turning, “ She’s good.”

You leaned away from Steve looking into his blue eyes, your own e/c eyes shining in victory.

“ So Captain Rogers are you here to collect me for your little Hero squad or are you here to ask for a date?”

Tony turned back towards both of you and looked Steve in the eye, “ Say both Cap.”

Steve rolled his eyes at his teammate before looking back down at you, “ Both if you’d accept.”

The bus stopped and you stood and walked down the aisle to the door that was open, turning back to the Captain you shot him a grin and a wink.

“ You know where to find me, Cap.”

Maneater Chapter 2 (Pietro Maximoff x reader)

Synopsis: Getting along with the Avengers seems to be something lacking from your skillset.

Translations:
ĉ - no
mali myš - little mouse

CHAPTER 1|SERIES MASTERLIST|MCU MASTERLIST|GENERAL MASTERLIST

You pull the clip from your hair, shaking it out as you walk down the hallway. Tony had let you know that he’d kept your room as it was before, saying something soppy about always knowing you would come back. That you had taken with a pinch of salt, especially judging by the melodramatic tone to his voice as he fake sobbed. And although Pietro’s bed was verycomfortable, as you had already found out, you had decided that staying the night in his room would raise a little too much suspicion. As Barton had taught you all those years ago, back when you had trained together, any relationship was one to be exploited by your enemies.

“Y/L/N.” A voice has you spinning round, lips curled into a painted smirk. Good thing you had reapplied your lipstick; the smudged red hadn’t quite carried across the polished appearance you wanted.

Rogers hesitated; mouth ajar as you tilted your head. Did you still render him speechless? Or was this just some newly-developed inability to properly articulate.

“Rogers?” You had been tempted to call him Steve, just to see his reaction. But you were no longer those people and sticking with surnames made everything a little less messy. No one could accuse you of leading him on if you were this impersonal.

“I wanted to check that, since we are now working together again, that our relationship will be strictly professional.”

You tilted your head, wiping an imaginary smear of lipstick from the edge of your lips. “I hadn’t expected anything to the contrary, Captain.”

Okay, you hadn’t been able to resist that one. The title was bound to raise some internal questioning; his affinity for it in the bedroom was hard to forget, and you were desperate to crack that hard exterior a little more. It was what he deserved, in all fairness. Despite your own little pretense, it had hurt to come back to see some SHIELD agent on his arm, with whatever the two of you had had brushed under the carpet. No, you hadn’t been official, but you were close enough to expect some sort of exclusivity.

“How’s Sharon?”

Rogers fidgeted, uncomfortable under your gaze, as he fought to keep his body language neutral. You hated that you could still read him so well. At least he seemed to harbour some feelings of guilt. He coughed. “We, uh, ended things a few months ago. Our work schedules didn’t coincide enough for it to work out.”

You pursed your lips. Interesting. “Oh, that’s so sad. You seemed like such a great couple, very… well suited.”

“Yes…” His voice trailed off, the conversation coming to an awkward end. He fidgeted with something in his pocket, clearly searching for either a way out or a means of continuing the conversation. You decided to put him out of his misery, smiling softly.

“Well, don’t worry about any unprofessionalism on my part, I’ve already made a start on contacting Manfredi.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket, and waved it at him as though it was some sort of irreproachable proof. “Although he seems to have disappeared into retirement. I was thinking of heading over to Howard’s old villa in LA; Tony hates the place but never found it in himself to sell it.”

Rogers frowned; suspicion etched into every line on that perfect skin. “I’m afraid that we cannot permit you to go alone.”

Permit. You had forgotten how formal he was, every inch a 40s gentleman. (Although he had really taken on board 21stcentury dating values with a fervour no one had expected.) It had been sweet, now it was just amusingly ironic.

To go alone though? That’s where the issue must lie. Your painted lips twitched into a barely suppressed smirk, Rogers’ jaw clenching in reaction. “Oh, I would never even dream of it. Tony has already cleared it with Director Fury and booked tickets. Of course, you are welcome to come along as long as there will be no tiffs between you and Tony.”

The mere suggestion of Tony usurping his prized position of team captain has the vein popping on his forehead. It pulsed as he inhaled deeply, a dark looking flashing in his eyes. Rogers scowling brought back unpleasant memories of screaming in the hallways and furious fights in the days after finding out about his one-sided decision to break up. Somehow the letter he must have sent never arrived; that was the only way you could excuse his not-quite-cheating-but-still-morally-dubious new relationship.

“I’ll contact Romanoff about heading the team while we’re away. Draw up the plan and have it on my desk by this evening.”

His posture was stiff, back unnaturally straight. Was that a side effect of the super soldier serum, or just the 40s thing about mannerisms and the ‘way one should hold themselves’? That finishing school you had attended for a term had tried to drill that into you by forcing you to wear a strange iron contraption; maybe that had been typical in the 40s. It wouldn’t have surprised you to learn that Rogers, as a sickly weedy boy, had needed it to sort out some scoliosis or another back issue, and had never unlearnt the posture.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Satisfied by his shaky inhale, you gave him a little wave goodbye before turning on your heel and heading back in the direction of your room. Hopefully there would be no more unwelcome conversations with bitter ex-teammates (or well ex-but-now-teammates-again) in your two minute walk to your door.

The elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal exactly what you had hoped to avoid. Some kind of fucking intervention.

“Barton, Romanoff, Banner.” You straightened, smiling politely as you stepped in. They took a literalstepback, leaning out of the way as you pressed your floor number, and you struggled to keep you grin under control. God, it was as if you had some sort of plague.

The elevator remained silent.

Was it too much to make some inane comment about hoping to work well together and looking forward to fighting by each other’s sides again?

Probably. And you really didn’t fancy pissing off two sometimes very scary assassins and a man that turned into an angry green thing. Although you and the Hulk had ended up quite close the last time you were around. Maybe he still liked you; another ally in this ‘sea of mistrust’. Mm, that was really quite poetic – Tony would love it. Something to chuck into one of those speeches he regularly made to the public to assure them of the necessity of superheroes.

You slipped your lipstick out of your clutch, reapplying it to your pout as you admired your reflection sliding out of sight. Thor stepped in, grimacing as he caught sight of you. Ouch. You reaffixed your polite smile, feeling it begin to wilt under the pressure of four glares.

Ooh, good. Your floor was next.

“Lovely seeing you all.” You dropped the smile as soon as you had turned away from them, wrinkling your nose. Ugh. They weren’t even trying, and it was hardly as if you were completely in the wrong.

Your door finally drew within sight. You could just imagine the warm shower with that insane pressure which managed to somehow soothe every muscle, and your wardrobe of clothes that you really had missed.

A cough behind you drew your attention, and you sped up. Yes it was childish to walk away from whoever was seeking you out, but you just wanted that nice long shower, maybe a nap, before you had to face everyone again at Tony’s mandated team-bonding dinner. Apparently it was something that they did with every new teammate, and repeated weekly. You had tried to argue that you were hardly new, and that you weren’t a big fan of fostering animosity, but there had been no convincing Tony.

“Y/N.”

You pursed your lips, twisting them upwards into your best impression of a smile. This was so unfair. You had been mere seconds away from opening it and kissing the ground in thanks for avoiding another interaction with one of the many people in this Tower who hated you. “Wanda.”

“I had thought you were dead.” The witch drew closer, fingers crackling scarlet as she stalked towards.

“Don’t you mean hoped?”

She laughed, a horrible cackle that really just cemented your image of her as that wicked witch in the stories your mother used to scare you with. “I’m glad we’re not pretending to be friends.”

Right. Because she had been trying in the first place.

A dull pressure mounted against your temples, and you grimaced. “Still trying to get in my head?”

“I will break down those walls at some point. And I will reallyenjoy finding what’s behind them.”

Good to know she was still struggling with whatever natural barrier you had to your power. It was what had allowed you to get so close to the Maximoff twins while undercover, a genetic aid that you hadn’t counted on but quickly rose you to the top ranks of the facility.

“I’m worried it’ll be a little too raunchy for that pure mind of yours. I mean, a robot is bound to be a little bland in bed, ĉ?

She clenched her jaw at the slight at her relationship and the sound of her own language, red haze growing larger. Hm, she had grown more powerful since the last time you had seen her. It was now impressive, rather than merely a parlour trick using nightmares.

“Hey, hey, hey, mali myš.” Pietro placed a hand on Wanda’s shoulder, appearing between the two of you in a flash of blue.

He furrowed his brows, eyes disappointed as he turned to face you. You shrugged in response. In all honesty, you had just wanted to get to your room. Yes, you had antagonised her. But she had started the conversation.

He turned back to his sister. “Come on, Tasha wanted to speak to you.”

You frowned at the nickname for Romanoff. No, jealousy was irrational, it wasn’t as if he was yours. You let out a bitter sigh as he disappeared with his sister, the disappointed look etched into your brain. He had always wanted the two of you to get along, but you always just ended up riling each other up.

Pietro blamed you, knowing his sister inside and out helped to show that your “arrogance” was exactly what had destroyed any blossoming seeds of a positive relationship. You preferred to call it a façade to disguise any weaknesses to potential enemies. He had sighed at the poor attempt at humour, and the conversation had ended there.

You had a funny feeling he would be wanting to rehash it.

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Maneater (Pietro Maximoff x reader)

Synopsis: You’ve been called back to help with the Avengers and they’re less than pleased with it. (Past Steve Rogers x reader)

MCU MASTERLIST|GENERAL MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 1 - It turns out you know their new recruits a little better than expected.

CHAPTER 2 - Getting along with the Avengers seems to be something lacking from your skillset.

CHAPTER 3 (coming soon)

You don’t know where you stand with Steve Rogers. All you know is that he’s too good to be true and that must be bad. Right? 

“You could do worse.”

You scoffed as you swung your arm in the hopes of landing a blow. “Do worse?”

“People are shitty. Steve isn’t like other people.” She ducked out of the way of your bound fist as you lashed out once more. Conversation did little to disrupt her focus on combat, though you were not surprised by that. 

“What? He’s,” another strike, another miss, “he’s Steve.”

“Exactly my point.” As she spoke, Natasha dodged another hook from your right arm. In one fluid motion, she lunged forward and knocked your left shoulder with her open palm. Natasha’s lips turned up in the slightest smile of victory, but the heaviness in her knowing eyes filled your loss. 

Panting slightly from exertion, you leaned back to catch your breath. Sweat dribbled down your forehead and you quietly thanked Tony for not installing a mirror wall in the training facility. You didn’t need to see your reflection to know you were red in the face and utterly disheveled. Wanda looked the same way only an hour ago and she had been too tired to stick around only to watch you fall into the same fate. You wished you had gone through the exercise first because, now, it was just you and Natasha; and the widow had sunk her fangs in.

“Normally, I’d advise against in-office romance but,” Natasha’s expression softened, “time’s short and the world could end tomorrow, right?”

In her voice you could feel the longing for Bruce. Only a month had passed since Sokovia and the team, scattered to the winds, was still trying to recover. A pang hit your chest at the thought, though it quickly passed as Nat tossed a water bottle in your direction. Instinct, conditioned by your new training regime, kicked into gear and you caught the bottle before it knocked against your shoulder.

“Nice. Reactions are getting better. Now, you just need to learn to land a hit.”

“You were distracting me,” you protested. Natasha shook her head and took a seat on the bench pressed against the cement wall. 

“There will always be distractions,” a grin spread along her lips, “Steve being one of them.” Your face burned at the sound of his name. How she said it like a song singing of a cliche you had long since grown tired of. To keep yourself from snapping, you hit the inside of your cheek and took a seat beside Nat. 

“He’s not a distraction.”

“Hmm, sure seemed like it. Unless you’re just that bad at hand-to-hand. I bet he’d help you practice.” You gave Nat a slidelong glare, but her grin only widened. A defeated sigh passed over your lips as you pressed your back against the wall. 

“He’d be more than happy to,” you admitted, “because he’s too good. He’s too…”

“Right? Too emotional available?” 

“Compared to you? The bar is low.”

 At your dig at her, Natasha knocked her elbow into your side. “Hey.” 

You ignored the half-playful warning in her tone and continued. “You’re the one that brought it up, but yeah. He’s too sound.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

Her question knocked the wind from your lungs. You took a sharp, quick breath and tried to find something to say. Was that a bad thing? For as long as you had known him, held affection for him, Steve Rogers had been steadfast. You had labeled it as a blind stubbornness, an American value that left you wary. But it wasn’t blind. Steve knew where the line was drawn, where his morals lied. What wasthe problem?

In the quiet that followed your search, Natasha turned her gaze on you. You met her eye but stayed speechless. In her parted lips and slightly widened eyes, you could see that she hadn’t meant to tear your resolve to shreds. Slowly, she reached a hand out to you and rested it on your shoulder in the lightest of touches. 

“Are you-”

The doors to the training center opened with a whoosh of air. Your and Nat’s attention shifted towards the figures walking in. Sam and Steve broke from their conversation as they strode other. Suddenly self-conscious, you stood up from the bench and wiped at your still wrapped up hands against your thighs. You cursed yourself silently for the awkward movement before you looked up. Steve’s blue eyes were already on you, though he quickly looked away.

“Hey boys,” Natasha greeted, standing up beside you.

“Romanoff,” Steve glanced back at you, “Y/N.” His lips turned up slightly as your name left his lips. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting into a flood of embarrassed tears. He was trying not to laugh at you and that set your skin aflame.

“You two done dancing?” Sam asked with a wry smile. His teasing, and Natasha’s shift into an early, combat-ready stance, was enough to pull Steve’s eyes away from you.

“Depends,” she snapped, “you wanna go a round, see the two-step?”

 Still, the damage was done. Not even the threat of Sam getting his ass handed to him by Nat could lift your spirits. 

“As long as you let me lead,” Sam countered with a grin plastered across his face.

“Not a chance.”

“Alright, alright,” Steve raised a hand and interjected. “That’s enough now, no one is dancing. We have a regime.”

“No fun, Cap.”

“Yeah, I’m sure we could find you a partner,” Nat chimed in, glancing in your direction. Another shock of white-hot humiliation scorched along your skin. 

Softly, you whispered, “I don’t dance.”

You meant to snap it, glare at your agile sparring partner and wholly ignore how Steve was watching you. You wanted to say something else, something that was witty, quick, and confident. But only that lonely, defeated, phrase fell from your lips before you fled the scene. As you moved towards the exit of the training center, face burning with embarrassment, you caught a glimpse of Steve’s face.

His brows were furrowed, heavy with a look of concern that made his eyes seem all the more deeper. In an attempt to keep yourself from drowning in them or let yourself get captured in this momentary passing, you forced your gaze down. Though, you were met with the sight of his lips, at first in a frown before they parted and almost mouthed what you thought was an apology. Before Steve could put his words to sound, you quickened your pace and darted out the door. 

You did not slow as you made your way to your room. In time with your footfalls, your heart beat rapidly in your chest. All you saw in your mind’s eye was Steve, his eyes. You saw the moment you first met, so long ago now, and, more recently, his hands as he pulled you from the rubble of Sokovia. You weren’t sure which time, the day you met or the day he saved your life, you realized you were in love with Steve Rogers; but you had long since resigned yourself to ignoring it. He was too stubborn, too set in his ways. Steve was too good.

But was that a bad thing?

You spent your night trying to figure it out. Quietly, you paced around your room and  cleaned small messes that barely constituted as messes all in the hope of feeling some sense of control. Control that you no longer felt you had over your feelings for Steve as Natasha’s question lingered in the back of your mind. Even when you exhausted all minor messes and yourself, you could not find rest.
You tossed and turned under the covers, unable to push thoughts of Steve from you mind. How he looked at you! He saw it all on your face, read the room as soon as he and Sam entered it. Your burning face was evidence enough, you knew that much. And how you had left the room in such a hurry! Your stomach twisted with regret.

If you had stayed you could have recovered. You could have blamed the heat around you on the exercise, commented on how Nat was training you hard or how your regime was nothing like the dancing Sam had joked it was. Maybe, if you had stayed, you would have heard Steve laugh, watched him spar. Maybe you could have entertained Natasha’s pestering, proved her wrong; or proved her right. 

The back and forth of your doubts made sleep impossible. Sweat beaded along your forehead, the backs of your thighs. With a huff, you kicked off the covers and savored the chill air that kissed your skin cool. Though, it was not enough to slow your thoughts. Defeated, tired, but too awake to rest, you threw our legs over the side of your bed. Your feet landed on the carpeted floor, tickled them before you started towards your bedroom door.

The Avengers Compound was never really quiet. Even as you crept down the hall, you heard the chirping, happy jingles of one of Wanda’s sit-coms. A dull light slipped through the crack of her bedroom door and, in the shadow that stretched along the hallway floor, you swore you saw two silhouettes sat before the television. Whoever was with Wanda, you were glad she wasn’t alone. Part of you considered knocking, joining in in the late-night traipse about old American TV; but then questions would be asked, the very questions you were trying to escape. 

So, you stayed on your path to the main room and left Wanda, and whoever she was with, to the din of an old-timey theme song. The music followed you as you made your way to the end of the hall. Before you caught sight of the kitchenette, you heard the canned laughter of a ‘live studio audience’. The shift in sound hid the sound of another sleep-wary wanderer rooting through the cabinet. When you saw the figure, you jumped in surprise.

“Hey, sorry, I-”

While the voice was familiar, you reached and flicked the light switch on. As it flickered and exposed the face of the shadowy figure, you found your heart only beat faster. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Steve said, with his hands, one which held a bowl and another a spoon, raised. Of course it was Steve. It had to be Steve. 

“N-No, you’re…it’s fine. I…”

“Couldn’t sleep?” 

You nodded at Steve’s question, but did not dare to step closer. Instead, you pressed your shoulder against the entrance of the hallway, stayed half in the light of the kitchen and the other in the shadow. Unable to hold his gaze, your eyes fell from Steve’s to your fingers as you fiddled them together. The brushing of your knuckles did nothing to distract from the thundering beat of your heart. You silently hoped Steve’s sense were not enhanced enough to hear it.

“A harder regime.”

“What?” You glanced up only to find Steve was watching you. A faint smile played on his lips but, you imagined, it was a trick of the light.

“A harder regime will tire you out. You should talk to Nat about it, or you could join Sam and I. If you don’t mind bad bird jokes.” 

A small laugh rumbled in your chest and up your throat before you could stop it. Quickly, you stifled it but Steve’s chuckle reached your ears, and the sound soothed over your worry. Your shoulders relaxed and you found yourself holding his gaze. Much to your surprise, you managed to find your voice. “So, you’re the one making them then?”

“You have to ask?” Steve shook his head. “I’m not known as the funny one ‘round here.”

“You have your moments.” How did he make thisfeel so easy? You barely had time to dwell on the thought, or your newfound confidence, before Steve’s smile blinded you. In that sweet look, Nat’s question rested heavy, with it’s full weight on your soul once more.

No, that smile was not a bad thing at all, but it made you feel too good, which made you feel bad.  

You were waiting for some catch, the hook for you to get caught on, but no such jab came. It was only Steve’s smile and the slightest tint of pink that rose to his cheeks when he finally let his eyes fall away. He had set his bowl and spoon on the counter but had not touched them since. Instead, he braced himself against the polished granite, his arms tense and muscles bulging from under his grey sleep shirt. You had never seen him look so soft before, or maybe you were only noticing now. Just as you let your eyes trail along his thick shoulders, a laugh track played softly in the distance and brought Steve’s eyes back towards the hallway.

He caught you staring and a brush fire of embarrassment blazed through your body. Immediately, you dropped your gaze to the floor and feigned interest in the tile.

“It’s cute when you do that,” Steve said, numbing you with pure, unadulterated shock. Wide-eyed, slightly confused, you looked up. He was still smiling. “When you get all shy.”

“I-I don’t…”

“Dance? I bet you could.” The teasing jilt in his voice had you melting. The tension, while lingering, alleviated and the air was easy to breathe again.

“Not the two-step,” you joked back, though, the confidence you felt only moments before was wavering. “And it’s not shyness. It’s a…a nervousness.”

“You’re nervous around me?” Steve straightened, no longer did he lean against the counter and his eyes, something had shifted. His brows furrowed and you were suddenly reminded of his face as you fled from the training room earlier that day.

“No,” you said quickly, too quickly. “I’m just wary, is all.”

Quietly, Steve padded over towards where you lingered in the hallway. As he found his spot before stood you, Wanda’s sit-com seemed to roll it’s end credits as gentle music played in the dark distance. Though, you were caught up in Steve’s newfound closeness and the beat of your own heart to pay much mind to the tune.

“Wary like you can’t trust me?” With his question, Steve extended his hand to you. It took all you had to keep your breathing steady. Slowly, you shook your head.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Think so?” His hand was still held out, waiting for something. For you, you realized as you eyes flickered from Steve’s open palm and back to his eyes. In the hallway shadows, the blue of his irises looked nearer to black than the bright skies you often found yourself comparing them to. “You don’t sound too certain.”

“I trust you, as my Captain.”

“I’m sensing a ‘but’,” Steve said softly, his voice suddenly lower, “am I right?”

The question felt more like a challenge. Though, perhaps, it was because you were tired of questions. Tired of being asked what was bad and what was good. All you felt in that moment was the want to feel how Steve’s hand felt against yours. So, you closed the gap.

You did not reply, only took Steve’s extended hand and waited for him to guide you to the next step. His smile renewed as he pressed forward, his other hand finding a spot slightly above your hip. With this new posture, a grin broke out along your lips.

“Dancing?”

“Do you trust me?” In his question, you heard an echoing of Natasha’s. Was this a bad thing? You felt you were ready to find out.

Timidly, you reached up and rested your free hand on his shoulder. You straightened you back and, summoning all your courage, you met Steve’s eyes. “Let’s see.”

He smiled at you reply before he wordlessly began to sway, guiding you slowly around the counter in the kitchenette. Soft, dulled by the distance, the theme music emanating from Wanda’s bedroom served as your and Steve’s soundtrack. You knew then that the dance would only last for so long and felt an ache form in your chest. It spread from your heart to your arms, where it weighed them down, and then to your legs, the sore muscles there that begged for rest. Even your eyelids grew heavy and, before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward to lay your head against Steve’s chest.

The doubts and questions that had swirled about your head for most of the day fell away. In the peace you found your answer.

“Yes.”

Yes, you trusted Steve and loving him would be the worse thing because of the fear of losing him. Yet, as you danced, you did not feel that fear. Only the steadiness of your answer and the steadiness of his heart beating in his chest.

Love Like The Saxifrage2/?

Summary: A tragic romance blossomed in the darkest corners of hydra, much like the purple saxifrage that blooms in an ice desert. Their story was destined to be forgotten as fate changed its plans for the poor couple.

Warnings:Angst, hydra, killing, mentions of panic attack and depression, cursing, insinuating to torture/trauma

Pairing: Winter soldier x reader (For now known as Nyx which is the assassin name but will eventually go to Y/N)

Word count:946

A/N:Okay so I didn’t think that many people would actually like my story so I didn’t have plans to make more parts but here you go I Guess. I hope you like it and i really appreciate the likes and reblogs! And there will be romance soon. :)

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“Look if we wait until shes alone we’re going to end up staying here for a couple of weeks. She’s in very high position so the chances that she’ll be alone without a few bodyguards is very unlikely” ‘Nyx’ concluded with an exasperated sigh, wanting to get the mission over with.

He grunted and kept staring into his binoculars, clearly blocking her out. “That’s it” Grabbing her headset she got out of the car and slammed the door. He bored into her retreating figure before grumbling a few curses under his breath and going after her.

Her air was pulled from her lungs as she was roughly jerked into a secluded wall before she reached the apartment building, “What the hell are you doing!?” He whispered harshly, eyes looking hostile. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” She shakily seethed; feeling her chest tighten and her breathe pick up its pace as she slumped her shoulders and stepped away from him, pressing herself against the wall.

The soldier gawked at her, perplexed at her sudden change of behavior. He reached out towards her, unsure how to handle the situation. After all, hydra needed him to be unfazed when his victims begged for their lives in distress. ‘Nyx’ flinched away from his touch and pointed her finger, threateningly, towards him.

“I said don’t fucking touch me!” ‘Nyx’ growled.

He stepped away and slowly brought his hands up finally registering her sudden change of attitude. He cursed in his mind. How could he be so stupid? Of course she was scared, she had been forced into submission by hydra just like him and she clearly didn’t enjoy it.

“Listen, i’m not going to hurt you… We-we’re partners, okay?” He clarified, stumbling over his words unsure of how to comfort her shaking form. She looked into his eyes. Searching for something, anything. She needed to grasp onto some sort of comfort. Finally nodding and relaxing her stance she took a deep breathe. “Okay. Okay, I’m ready” She mumbled looking straight into his eyes.

He turned around and headed towards the building. He felt her grasp his wrist and he looked back at her. “Forget about this… Nothing happened.”

“They’ll wipe my mind when we get back. I won’t remember anything.” He mumbled. Her gaze softened and she nodded. As soon as they broke through the front door they were met with 10 strong and burly men. The two assassins made quick work of the men and headed towards the bedroom where the women would likely be. She turned around and continued her phone call with a shaky breath.

“Mommy’s gonna be gone for a little bit okay? Tell daddy I love him very much. I have to go now… Make sure to listen to daddy okay? I love you” She mumbled and hung up as a few tears slipped down her face.

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I gulped as she finished her call and faced us.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Just put me out of my misery already” She mumbled.

“We were ordered to bring you back to hydra, not to kill you.” She stared at him with shock, quickly being flooded with panic.

“W-What? No-nonono. Please. You can’t! They already know all the information I have on them! You can’t take me to them… “ She hysterically yelled, eyes darting between the both of us.

I bit the inside of my lip and closed my eyes momentarily trying to regain some control of my emotions. Hearing her pleading sobs shouldn’t have affected me this much. It wouldn’t have affected me if I didn’t hear that fucking call. I quickly pulled out my gun and shot her between her eyebrows and inwardly cringed when a bit of blood splashed on me. “Lets go” I ordered and headed to the motel.

Once we returned to the motel winter slammed the door, it almost came out of its hinges

“What the hell was that all about!? Hydra is going to punish us. Both of us!” he scolded me.

“You heard her, hydra already knows the information she gathered on them.” I replied calmly, justifying myself. “It doesn’t matter. That’s not what they told us to do”

“We are going to tell them she took the bullet for one of the guards, got it?” I turned around and glared at him but he stayed silent.

“If they find out that you were weak you will be severely punished by the head of hydra.” He growled.

“Thats if they find out. The only way they’ll find out is if you tell them. And you know what? I don’t care! Go ahead tell them! Maybe they’ll finally decide that they’ve had enough of me! Maybe they’ll finally kill me!” I screamed, storming off into the bathroom. I quickly peeled off my uniform and climbed into the freezing shower.

I slumped against the wall and slid to the floor, hugging my knees, “Please, I can’t do this anymore” I silently begged to anyone-anything. I hoped the sound of the water droplets slamming into the floor covered up my wet sobs and wishes of freedom. After a few minutes I gulped down the lump in my chest and rubbed the hot tears from my eyes before stepping out of the shower.

I grabbed a cigarette and smoked near the door. The winter soldier came and sat by me. “I won’t tell them.” He mumbled and took it from my hands. He took a long puff and exhaled before he continued, “I said it once and i’ll say it again: We are partners.” He stretched his right hand out to me and I stared at it for a few minutes before I snorted and shook it.

“Okay.”

Love Like The Saxifrage

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Summary: A tragic romance blossomed in the darkest corners of hydra, much like the purple saxifrage that blooms in an ice desert. Their story was destined to be forgotten as fate changed its plans for the poor couple.

Warnings:angst, hydra, insinuations of suffering torture, mentions of depression, probably a swear word, winter soldier not talking much, first person pov

Pairing: Winter soldier x reader (For now known as NYX but eventually will go to Y/N)

Word count:1079

A/N:I was thinking of doing a mini series of this depending on how well it does but idk. I hope you like it tho

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I pulled my knees up to my chest trying to get comfortable on the stiff and rock solid bed that lay beneath me. When I wasn’t sent on missions for hydra I was locked up in my room forced to listen to my thoughts. I didn’t like what i was forced to do; I don’t think anyone liked what they made us do, but I much rather perform missions than lay here and dwell on my poor excuse of a life. During missions I could finally have a miniscule amount of freedom, doing things like walking in the streets, going to the market, staying in a motel maybe a hotel if I got lucky, but most importantly I could pretend I was normal. Growing up with hydra after graduating from the red room made me a perfect weapon… Placed me above the Black widow and on the same pedestal as the ‘Winter soldier’. We had yet to cross paths but we resided in the same base.

There was a knock on the door and I quickly stood erect, ready for an assignment. “From now on you will have a partner and you will carry out missions together.” The headman of this hydra base uttered.

“Follow me.” He ordered and turned on his heels as he began striding towards ‘my’ new room.

Once we arrived I waited for him to enter first but he pushed me in and shut the door. I clenched my jaw and slowly stood up. I quickly scanned the room- there was one large mattress with a few blankets near the wall, a metal desk with a small lamp and a chair, a closed door which probably lead to the bathroom, a small refrigerator, and a hunched over figure on the bed.

“You’re the winter soldier” I muttered as I sat on the chair. He grunted and continued to glare at his hand.

“How long have you been here?” I asked as I observed him.

“don’t know…” He huffed as he raised his eyes to meet mine.

A broken man, that’s what he was. I felt sorry for him but there wasn’t much I could do to help our current situation.

“You ever smoke?” I asked, digging into my pocket and pulled out some cigarettes and a lighter I stole from one of the guards earlier. He shook his head and I handed him one. He stared up at me confused.

I sighed “Just try it”. He took it, took a long drag, and handed it back to me so I could do the same.

“Do you know your story? Or did they you know” I pointed to my finger to my head and spun it in circles insinuating to the memory swiper they used to scramble the brains of the uncooperative assassins. He didn’t respond so I assumed the latter.

“Do you want to know?” I murmured as I took a deep drag of the cigarette. He looked at me with interest.

“You know who I was?” he asked and I shook my head.

“No, but I can find out.”

“They’ll kill you.”

I smirked at the wall “ It’s a win win situation.” He sighed and took the cigarette from me smoking it once again.

“Why do they call you Nyx?” he asked looking at me.

“You’ve heard of me? I guess i’ve made myself quite the reputation… The name was given to me a few years ago, I’m known for striking at night so people started calling me Nyx.” He hummed and we smoked in silence for a while before we heard a knock on the door.

“You have a mission.” Once of the henchman called out and threw us our gear through a slot in the door.

My forehead touched the window as we drove to a far away city to start our mission.

“Impressive, our target is the head researcher on hydra at shield. Guess she got too much information on them.” I commented while reading aloud the details of our mission to the soldier as he drove to the place we were staying.

“We have to be careful, she must be heavily guarded since she’s in that kind of position” I muttered to myself.

We arrived as the sun was setting and stationed ourselves at a motel near a busy market in the city. We changed into our civilian clothes and I headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” I heard Winters gruff voice mutter as my hand landed on the door knob.

“I’m going to the night market.” I replied ready to leave.

“Why? It’ll be better if we stay here”. I snorted.

“It would be better if we weren’t here at all. Anyway i’m going, want anything?” he shook his head and I sighed muttering a quick ‘suit yourself’ before leaving. I smiled as the chilly october air hit my nostrils and the unfamiliar aroma of foreign foods enveloped my space.

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After hours of wondering the streets and parks the city had to offer, I made my way back to the motel. After closing the door I was met with the familiar cocking of a gun.

“It’s just me, you can put the gun away. I hope you’re hungry because I brought food.” I presented the bag to him. He eyed it curiously and sat down.

“What” I snorted “Everytime I offer you anything you look at it like it’s the first thing you’ve seen in years.” his gaze momentarily shifted down and his arms crossed but he didn’t speak.

I clicked my tongue and looked up. That poor bastard had been through too much. I shook my head. Of course I’m well aware of the tactics hydra used to push its agenda, they’d been used on me but I learned very quickly to block them out and repress them. It seemed like he had yet to learn that and the more I observed him the more I realized just how shattered he was from the inside out. We ate in a heavy silence as I pondered just how much he had actually suffered.

“We take her out tonight.” he muttered.

“What?”

“The target. We take her out tonight and return to hydra tomorrow morning.” I nodded and started to gear up.

Parttwo

NOT TO BE THAT PERSON BUT IMAGINE BUCKY BARNES HOLDING A PUPPY AWKWARDLY UP TO HIS CHEST AND IT LAYS ITS HEAD ON HIS CHEST

A few years back(before I joined the MCU) I thought Sebastian Stan was from some sort of band and was like a part time actor