Summary: You’ve been best friends with Steve Rogers your whole life… But you hate the way every girl falls on their knees for him.
Warning: over sexualized steve rogers (not by reader), friends to lovers, reader is insecure,
A/n: this is one of my last works in my 1k celebration!
“Oh, Steve, I love you! Oh, baby, I need you,” You tease, your voice high-pitched and nasally. Steve’s cheeks burn, visible even in the dark room. You laugh loudly, throwing your head back.
“Shut up,” Steve mutters, pushing your legs off of his lap. Your legs plop against the couch cushions as Steve stands up, walking into your tiny kitchen. “What? Don’t act like you don’t love the attention,” You say.
You watch as Steve shakes his head, his back to you. He rumbles through your cabinets, searching for something to eat. “If I loved the attention, I’d be at a party tonight, instead of hiding out in your apartment,” He says, wiping the smile off of your face.
You roll your eyes, pulling the blanket over your legs. Steve turns around, his amazing pecs staring you right in your face. “And don’t act like you didn’t have a little crush on me in high school,”
Your eyes widen, your lips parting. You most certainly did not! Okay– maybe you did, but that’s none of his business! He shouldn’t know that. You’d been friends for your whole life, who would have blamed you for having a crush on Steve fucking Rogers?
Star of the football team, dumb, goofy, blonde… He was every high school girl’s wet dream. Until they realized how close he was with you. It’s not your fault, you never had a choice in the matter. Your dad’s had been friends all throughout high school, so you were raised together. Steve Rogers helped you learn how to walk, you helped him learn how to read.
You’d understand why his friendship with you was a turnoff for a lot of girls. You were always at every football game, every family gathering, and Steve always ended up at your house after a party. But what made it even worse was who you were.
You were nothing like the people Steve hung out with. He hung out with football stars and cheerleaders. You were neither of those things. You were a quiet girl who sat in the front of the class, who no one even knew was in the class until they needed help on the homework.
But all of that changed when you went to college. Steve went with a full scholarship, thanks to his football skills, and you went with thousands of dollars in loans. You suddenly became the girl that went to parties. Now, let’s not lie to ourselves. The only reason you got into those parties was because Steve was the beloved frat leader who convinced his “brothers” to let you in.
Now, instead of just being the football star, Steve is the football star AND the goofy frat boy. Girls are practically offering him blowjobs as soon as they see him.
“I did not,” You argue, watching as Steve chuckles. He grabs his snack before coming back over to the couch, all 200 lbs of him sitting on your legs. You struggle to move your legs, kicking him in the process.
“Ow,”
“Not everyone has a crush on you, you know?” You say, sitting up in your couch.
“Everyone but you,” He replies, raising his eyebrow.
You roll your eyes, having nothing to say back to that statement. He’s right. Everyone but you has a crush on him.
Your crush faded away as soon as you saw how the girls fell for him. You don’t know why, but it was such a turn off for you. Steve is just a regular guy. You’ve seen him pick his nose. You’ve watched him throw up. You’ve seen him cry. He’s not some super-human boy.
He’s a regular guy.
You don’t want someone that everyone wants. You don’t want someone that everyone can have. You love Steve, but he’s not particularly selective about the women he chooses. If they show an ounce of admiration for him, he’s taking that, spinning it until they hate him, until they want nothing else to do with him.
And you can’t say you blame him. If you were an attractive guy in college, you’d probably fuck everyone you wanted to. But you’re just a girl in college, who has societal consequences for who you choose to fuck.
So, that’s why you could never be with Steve.
He’d never want you anyway.
“Why is that?” Steve asks, his smile dropping. You’re brought out of your thoughts, furrowing your eyebrows at him.
“What are you talking about?”
Steve throws his arm up on the back of the couch, scooting closer to you. “Why are you the only one that’s never shown any interest in me?” He asks, his voice quiet.
You scoff, tearing your eyes away from his. “According to you, I had a thing for you in high school,” You mutter. Steve reaches out and lands a hand on your knee, getting your attention again. The air in the apartment has suddenly been sucked out, leaving you breathless.
Okay, maybe your high school crush never went away. Maybe you tried to make it go away, tried to convince yourself that you didn’t want him. But how could you?
Steve is the perfect guy. He always stands up for you, he always makes sure you’re not left alone on the weekends, he always makes room for you. If a girl has a problem with you, he drops them, because he’s always said you were more important than a girl who was around just to get his dick wet.
You remember just last night, when you were alone in your apartment, after turning down Steve’s invitation to go to a party. You felt the bed dip beside of you, awakening you from your sleep. “It’s just me,” Steve whispered, pulling the blankets over his legs. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, despite your back being turned to him.
It’s not unusual for him to end up in your bed after a party, drunk and tired, desperate for someone to cuddle with. That’s what people will never understand about Steve.
He’s got plenty of attention, but it’s not the attention he wants. It’s something you’d never understand, something he’d never want you to understand. He admires the way people love you. They love you unconditionally, without expecting anything from you. Everyone expects him to play good, they expect him to fuck them at the end of the night.
Because that’s who he’s always been.
But the people that want you, they want you because of your mind. Because of the way your nose scrunches when you laugh, the way you’re not afraid to speak your mind, even if it pisses other people off.
You might not get the attention he has, but you have the attention he craves.
Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, inhaling your scent.
“I know better than that, y/n. I know you couldn’t stand me in high school,” Steve says, a smile on his face. You look away, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.
“I didn’t hate you, Steve. I… Might’ve had a slight… Crush on you,” You admit, your face burning up. You never thought you’d admit this, not to yourself, but especially not to him.
Steve’s eyebrows shoot up, his smile growing bigger. “Yeah?” He asks, earning a laugh out of you. You nod your head, smiling.
“Yeah, I did,”
Steve’s smile fades, his hand still on your knee. “What changed?” He asks, his voice quiet.
His tone takes you by surprise. He’s not teasing you about it, he’s not making fun of you… He’s genuinely asking.
Nothing changed, you want to say. I’m still hopelessly in love with you, but I’m too scared to admit it because I’m not your kind of girl.
Your smile fades as you shake your head, pulling your leg away from his hand. “I grew up,” You say, standing up. You go to the kitchen, cleaning up his mess, trying to get out of this conversation.
You’ve avoided having this conversation for so long, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings or make anything complicated.
Steve furrows his eyebrows, watching you. “You… Grew up? What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks. You shake your head, not wanting to look at him. “I realized that guys like you should be with sorority girls or cheerleaders… And I belong with no one,”
Steve frowns, standing up. He comes into the kitchen, staring at you. You feel him staring a hole through your back, but you refuse to look at him. You can’t believe you’re actually having this conversation. You promised yourself you’d never tell him how you felt, not wanting to mess your friendship up.
“You really believe that?” He asks, his voice dangerously close to your ear. You feel his breath against your neck, causing you to shiver. You suddenly feel naked, dressed only in your big t shirt and pajama shorts. Normally, you wouldn’t mind. Steve’s seen you in bikinis, he’s seen you in a bra and panties, but suddenly, you feel like you should be in a full body suit.
You feel his chest against your back, his hands snaking around your waist, turning you until you’re facing him. Your eyes are locked onto his chest, not having the courage to look up at him. His hands move up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking your skin. “Fuck,” You mutter, feeling your stomach fill up with butterflies.
“What would you say if I thought the same thing?” Steve asks, his voice gentle. This gets your attention, your head snapping up to him. He thinks he belongs with no one? How could he? Every girl on campus is falling on their knees for him.
“Are you mental? Every girl wants you, Steve, of course you belong with someone,” You argue, watching as he sighs quietly.
“People want me, y/n, but they don’t love me. No one’s ever been head over heels for me, nobody ever felt like they couldn’t live without me. No one’s ever wanted me. Not that way I want you,” He admits, his eyes searching yours.
You suck in a sharp breath, completely taken aback by what you’re hearing. Never in a million years had you thought Steve liked you.
You thought all the deep conversations, all the nights spent in your bed, all the random phone calls were just his way of being a good friend.
“You want me?” You ask, breathlessly. Your heart has stopped racing, slowing to an almost nonexistent beat, preparing yourself for what’s happening.
Steve leans forward, his nose grazing yours, until his lips are on yours. His lips move against yours, your heart racing again. This isn’t how you imagined he’d feel— it’s better. His lips on yours are heavy, but his hands on your body are light, pulling you closer and deeper.
You can’t hear anything, only the drumming of your heart in your eardrums.
Steve’s lips brush against yours gently, unsure of where to take this. Normally, the girl would’ve started pulling at his pants by now, desperate to feel him. But with you, it’s different.
You savor his kiss, gasping when you feel his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. You let him in, your hands tangling in his hair. There’s a certain desperation about the kiss, but it’s not sexual.
It’s desperation to let him know that he’s safe with you. He’ll never have to feel unwanted again.
His tongue moves against yours, exploring the deepest depths of you. You feel, in this moment, indestructible. Nothing else matters because,
Steve Rogers is kissing you.
He pulls away, nuzzling his forehead against yours. His lips are pink and swollen, matching the pink tint on his cheeks. You take a deep breath, humming as you open your eyes.
Warnings: language, sexual tension, innuendo, fluff
A/N:I wrote a thing for my lovely friend @221bshrlocked because she’s a goddess and I love her (her name is literally “An Actual Goddess” in Snapchat soooo) anyway enjoy my love!
You were sparring with Captain Steve Rogers, and hating every minute of it. You knew you had to train in order to improve, but you hated fighting someone you’d been in love with for years.
You had joined the Avengers 5 years ago, after the battle of New York, when Nick Fury found you after you’d gotten kicked off your college’s wrestling team for being too aggressive. And, you may or may not have accidentally lost control and used your powers. You had the power to manipulate people’s minds, which you’d used against your opponent to force her to give up the match. You immediately flipped her so hard that you cracked the floor, thanks to your super strength. That day, you were brought to Avengers Tower, where you were introduced for everyone. They were all good people, but the one you were most preoccupied with was Steve. He was good, pure, charming, and caring. You knew he would make you feel special, and over the last few years, he had become the one you trusted most. Only problem with that? You’d fallen for him. Hard.
You broke out of your reverie when you felt a punch to the gut and landed on the floor.
Steve shook his head, holding out his hand to help you up, “Jesus, (Y/N), you can’t let yourself get distracted. It’ll kill you.”
“Yeah, well, I’m done for the day,” you say as you stand, refusing to accept his help. You already felt weak, you didn’t need him to embarrass you further for it.
“You still have 10 minutes left-” “I don’t care. Someone else can start early or you can take a break. I’m done,” you say through tears as you start walking away.
He chases after you and grabs your arm, spinning you around, “what’s going on?”
You wrench your arm out of his grip, shaking your head as you open the door, “I told you, I’m done.”
“Done with training? Or is something else going on?”
You slam the door, cracking it as you turn to yell at him, “I’M DONE WAITING FOR YOU!”
He goes silent, eyes wide. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m leaving-”
“What does that mean?”
“Damn it, Steve. When they enhanced you, it obviously didn’t affect your brain cells. You’re absolutely exhausting.” You sigh, looking at the floor. “I’m done waiting for you to notice me-”
“I do notice you-” “Don’t interrupt me, Rogers. I’m done waiting for you to notice me in a way that isn’t as a friend. I’ve been in love with you since Fury brought me here. And I thought I could deal with just being your friend. But apparently I can’t. So I can’t train or hang out with you anymore. I’m sorry.”
Steve stands there, mouth gaping as he tries to process your confession.
“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”
He sighs, biting his lip, and you turn to leave.
You open the now-broken door, but end up against the training gym wall pressed against Steve. He has an arm on either side of you and is pinning you against the wall.
“You can’t say something like that and expect me to let you leave, doll.” He leans down and kisses you deeply, slowly. Normally you prefer fast, passionate kisses, but it’s Steve. He’s savoring you. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he holds onto your waist as he presses you against the wall.
You pull away, putting a hand on his chest, “what does this mean?”
Steve laughs, “it means we’ve been fucking idiots for the last five years, I fell in love the minute I met you.”
You gasp playfully, “CAPTAIN ROGERS YOU SAID A BAD LANGUAGE WORD!!!!!”
“Call me Captain Rogers again and we’re going to need to do something about it,” he growls.
You smirk and kiss him again, finally in your happy place.
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a/n: i saw this tiktok and i literally bursted into tears watching it so i needed to write a hc for this bc god i fucking love this man with my entire soul
chris didn’t know how to go about expressing his true feelings for you
he wanted to tell you he loved you every time he saw you light up, every time you smiled, every time you laughed
in fact, he had been thinking about how to confess it to you all night that chris got like zero sleep while you dreamt away beside him
around 6:30 in the morning he decided to head out and go for a early morning run and maybe surprise you something once you woke up
as he jogged around his quaint little neighborhood in boston, chris continued to think what he should say
“hey,i love you” “i’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now… but i really love you” “i hope i’m not overstepping but i’m fucking in love with you”
all them sounded too… cheesy? he had no clue.
time went by quick when your thoughts were running at 100 miles an hour because as soon as he knew it, chris saw his watch say it was almost eight
he should get back soon since you normally woke up around that time
on his way back, he saw that the florist shop was already open so he decided to pop in really quick, looking to see if they had your favorites
luckily, they did so he decided to buy a bouquet for you and then decided to grab some coffee and pastries for the two of you at the shop next door
chris thought about how cute you’d look waking up and surprised with the little goodies he got to spoil you, it brought a smile to his face just thinking abt it
once he got your iced coffee and his own order along with a couple chocolate croissants and breakfast sandwich for him, he quickly walked back to his place
luckily when he did get home, you were still sound asleep so he was able to get everything set up nicely
first he threw the flowers in one of the mason jars you kept around, quietly stepping into the bedroom and placing them next to you on the nightstand
but in the process he stepped on dodgers lion scaring the shit out of him
chris swore his soul left his body when you moved around on the bed and thought his cover was blown
luckily though the coast was clear and you just moved a bit in your sleep before he quickly put the flowers down (and grabbed dodgers toy to put away)
after that he got out the breakfast tray, setting your food out and pouring your iced coffee in a nicer glass with your favorite reuseable straw
the final touch was he grabbed a little sticky note and a pen scribbling a little note for you
carefully he picked up the tray and carried it into the room (because one time he made you breakfast and ended up dropping it and food was everywhere)
setting it on the bed next to you before coming around to your side of the bed, nuzzling his nose against your cheek
“hey, g’mornin’ sleepy head” he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth
you hummed in response, reaching your hand out to touch his cheek, trying to open your eyes filled with sleep
“it’s the weekend chris, i wanna sleep” “not even when i got you breakfast?”
you opened one eye, looking at him before sitting up and scanning the room letting out a tired chuckle “christopher, you didn’t need to—oh my god, flowers too? you really didn’t have to do this”
“i wanted to,” he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, picking up your hand to kiss it.
you couldn’t help but gush at his sweetness, giving him a quick kiss before seeing the sticky note on the tray
picking it up you laugh reading it “omlette you know…” you pause, eyes reading the last part before you said it out loud. i love you.
quickly you look up at him, smiling shyly. “really? like… for real?”
“yeah,” chris nodded as shyly, cheeks getting rosy. “i love you”
putting the sticky note down. you grabbed chris’ bearded face, pulling him forward and kissing him slowly before whispering back “i love you too”
chris couldn’t help but smile big, a huge relief rolling off his shoulders that you felt the the same way
“that was probably the most dorkiest thing you’ve ever said though” you added, pinching his cheek
“i don’t care, i’m the most luckiest guy on the planet”
summary: finally coming out to chris that ur bisexual
warnings: lil bit of cursing, mentions of anxiety
a/n: this is a self-indulgence post as a bi-baby myself but also dedicated to my fellow bi humans! just know that you are valid and loved
you and chris have been going out for a while now
not officially a couple but you had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be too long till either of you pops the magical question of making it official
however, before this got anymore serious, you knew you had to eventually come out to chris about your sexuality
the subject was still quite a delicate area since you haven’t even came out to your family and only to close friends
but you trusted chris that he would (hopefully) accept and care for you as he has been even before knowing this information
currently you were on the couch in your apartment watching a movie that was almost done you think, you weren’t sure, you were too occupied with your thoughts
to say the least, anxiety was running through your veins at the moment and you kept trying to tell yourself it was going to be okay
you didn’t know but mid-movie chris noticed how you seemed a bit off today but kept it to himself for now at least, he didn’t want to ruin the mood
however just as its about to end you felt like you were almost suffocating to breathe so you quickly excuse yourself running to the bathroom
locking yourself, you lay against the door, trying to catch your breath and pace your breathing
you couldn’t stop thinking about how scared you were about if chris wouldn’t like the fact that you were bi
what if he thought it was weird? what if he decides maybe this wasn’t going to work out and end everything? what if the public comes after chris because you dating him?
so many thoughts were running through your head that you didn’t even realize you were crying till you noticed your vision go blurry
“hey, y/n, is everything ok in there?”
your heart drops to your stomach. oh no did he hear you cry?
immediately you wipe your tears and swallow the lump in throat. “yeah, i’m fine! i’ll be out in a sec.”
chris wasn’t buying your reply as he leaned his head against the door but gave a soft ‘okay’ anyways and waited in the living room for you
eventually when you came out, you saw the worried look he had, your anxiety crashing in a large wave into your chest again
“are you okay?”
“yeah, um,” you bite your cheek, flickering your eyes between his baby blues and your feet. “i just need to… talk about something.”
“was it my cooking? i’m not the best but i try.” there was the chris you knew. the one that knew how to make you feel better with his little jokes
cracking a small smile, you shake your head. “no, its not that. trust me, you cook way better than me, but anyways… i-i haven’t been completely honest with you.”
you join chris on the couch, your hands shaking horribly and he notices. to help you, he grabs one of your hands, running his thumb along your knuckles as he furrows his brows
“i just want to get this out in the clear before it gets more serious… between us. but, um, i-“ the words were stuck in your throat.
tears welled up in your eyes as your body shook. you didn’t even know why this was so hard. it wasn’t this difficult to come out to to your best friends, but with chris, it felt like you were going to pass out
maybe it was because you cared about him, dare you say, maybe even love him. he made you feel special and knew how to make you smile. he was beyond caring and giving. he was literally perfect
maybe because he was the first person you knew that respected you and treated you well that made you too scared that you could potentially loose it in the next few seconds forever
but you needed to do this. not only was it fair to him, but it was what you needed to do for yourself
“hey, hey, y/n, baby, it’s okay. you can talk to me.” you came out of your thoughts when you felt a hand brush along your cheek as you made eye contact with him
“im sorry,” you stifled out a laugh, trying to wipe your tears. “i probably look crazy right now”
“don’t be sorry, just take your time. i have all day.”
the way he looked at you right now with those piercing baby blue eyes eased you, grounded you. squeezing his hand that held yours, you took a deep breath, clearing your mind of those stupid static noise thoughts
“there you go, just keep breathing” he said softly, stroking your cheek giving you a small crooked smile.
clearing your throat, you took one last deep breath, looking at your lap for a second before back at him.
you can do this. he deserves to know.
he’ll care for you. no matter what.
you. are. valid.
“i’m bisexual. i, um… i just wanted to tell you that so you know. i-if you’re not comfortable with that we can just end this now and whatever i-i completely-“
before you could finish, chris ran his thumb over your lip to stop you from rambling. at first you couldn’t read him but you saw his eyes soften, a began to smile appear
“if you think i’m gonna end this because of who you are, you’re completely wrong, hun.” he said softly, moving closer to you, ocean blue eyes running all over your face.
“you aren’t?” you whisper, his thumb running over your bottom lip as it trembled, tears welling up in your eyes again
“no, why the fuck would i ever do that? that’s just… stupid.” he shook his head, with a soft chuckle. “i’d be the biggest idiot on the face of the planet to leave someone like you.”
you couldn’t help the blush that crept on your cheeks as tears began to run down them again. “it’s just… some people are weird about it, so… i just wanted to make sure you’re okay”
“i’mmore than okay. as long you’re happy, then i’m happy. no matter what your sexuality is, baby.”
the words he said to you made you smile through the tears. it felt as if a weight had been instantly lifted off your shoulders as you wrapped your arms around him
chris brought his lips to yours, kissing you so passionately you thought you were gonna melt in his arms into a puddle. it felt as if all the worries you had about the world and its outlook on you just disappeared
once the two of you pulled away just a bit, you felt his smile against your lips as you flickered your eyes up to his
“im proud of you, by the way. i know that it was probably a really nerve racking thing to do.”
“it was… but i’m glad i did it. i feel a little more empowered than i did a couple minutes earlier.” you confess, biting on the corner of your lip
“i’m glad, you should be. be proud of who you are, baby.”
in that moment, you knew that chris was going to the best and most supportive partner you’ve ever had
summary: a lil rundown of what you and steve do before going to bed!
a/n: i jus want chris to snuggle me while falling asleep ;—;
normally before you and chris goto bed you’re laying on the couch or sitting in his lap, catching up on whatever show you’re currently binging
chris is usually the one still watching while you’re all snuggled up wrapped in a blanket half asleep or on your phone scrolling through instagram or sumin
once the episode ends, he’ll gently pat you, letting you know he’s ready to head to bed
“c’mon dodger let’s get to bed buddy”
the pup would be laying with you, instantly hopping off and searching for what lion he wants to bring
you and chris always place your bets, him winning most of the time
which ends up in you pouting “not fair” crossing your arms
but you get over it quickly when he peppers your face in kisses and mumbles “next time you’ll get it i know you will”
while you head to the bedroom with dodger chris always walks through the house locking all the doors, checking everything is secure bc he must protecc
meanwhile, you’re throwing your clothes on the floor, searching for a shirt (most likely his) to wear to bed before going to the bathroom
chris joins you, grabbing his toothbrush while he watches you do your skincare routine
this is when you try to continue to encourage him to try a bit of it
“baby c’mon this will hydrates your skin, plus it’s anti-aging”
“are you saying i’m looking old?”
“shut up, you know you don’t look old. not even close”
“mhmm”
when you’re not looking, chris tries the product because he secretly is insecure about the fact that he’s at the end of his 30s but doesn’t want you to know
you finally brush your teeth, chris hugging you from behind, peppering kisses on your shoulder while rubbing your sides
he’ll look at you in the mirror, giving a goofy smile. “‘m love you. i’ll meet you in bed, honey”
chris basically peels off all his clothing before hopping into bed, getting in a couple pages of his current read with dodger laying on him
when you come out, you see your favorite view
your amazing sweet loving boyfriend sprawled on the bed with a book in hand with his fur baby on his chest in the glowing light of the lamp next to him
it makes your heart swell and stomach flutter at how you got so lucky to have chris in your life
before seeming like a creep, you join the two in bed, plugging your phone in and crawling under the blankets
“cuddle me please, bub” you mutter to him, turning to lay on your side
“let me finish this, give me a second, sweetheart.” his voice would be all raspy and deep from not speaking for a bit, giving you a warm smile before finishing the page he was on
once he was done, he’d set the book down and turn off the light before opening his side for you
immediately you curl up next to him, laying your head right on his chest, face to face with a sleepy dodger as chris rubs your back
he presses chaste kisses to your hairline, shutting his own eyes
“is your book good?” you ask tiredly, shutting your eyes as your soothed by the sound of his heartbeat and his calloused fingers running along your spine
“i’d say so. just started it but i think’ll be good”
you’d hum, sighing softly. “thats good to hear”
the two of you chat about random things as you get sleepier with each minute that goes by. eventually chris knows when you’re about to fall asleep
when he does, he whispers against your forehead a “g’night, ‘m love you”
“love you” you mumble into his skin before eventually drifting off to sleep, breathing in the sweet scent of his now very faded cologne of whatever contents were still clinging to his skin
at one point he’ll roll you onto your side, tucking the blanket right under your chin how you like it before moving dodger lower on the bed to crawl under the blankets himself
before he shuts his eyes, he looks at your sleeping figure smiling to himself gently before finally going to sleep himself
he cant wait to see his girl and little buddy the next time he opens his eyes first thing in the morning <3333
summary: you & chris having karaoke night singing some ariana grande!
pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
warnings: some cursing
a/n:i was listening to ariana grande earlier and pictured this so vividly so i needed to write sumin karaoke night with chris bc ik baby boy would be living his best life drinking and singin’ all night
at least once a month or when chris was home, you and chris would have a karaoke night whether it was with his family or just the two of you
you’d be drinking beers, order take out and use the special plastic toy mic you bought for singing, overall a chill ass night
chris would love to do all the classic 80s and disney songs of course, belting out on songs like let it go from frozen to don’t stop believing by journey
your personal favorite would be duets with chris because the two of you always ended up a giggly blushy mess
3 beers in tonight, you were feeling a duet now with your big goofy boyfriend
“aw shit it better not be another ariana grande song” “babe, you know its gonna be another ari song! it’s tradition!”
your favorite was doing ariana grande so of course you searched up a classic duo song from ari: problem
the second chris saw it he’s groaning because you both know he’s not the best at rapping but nonetheless he gets up from the couch ready to duet it with you
grabbing your microphone, you sang along to ari’s lyrics, looking right at chris, grabbing out his hand while he did the little background vocals for you rolling his eyes as you wiggled to the song
when the chorus hit, you spun around giggling as he whispered ‘i got one less problem with ya’ before he grabbed your hand, pulling you into his embrace starting to dance with you
the two of you held back your laughs, smiling big until the both of knew what was coming next
chris turned to the tv to see the lyrics as he tried to spit iggy arzaylea’s rap
“it’s iggy iggs! uh- what you got? smart money betting, i’ll be better without you uh- fuck, umm, you say you really know but i really really doubt you understand my life is easy when i aint around you!”
full on sassy chris would be in your presence, waving his finger at you, rapping to his best of his abilities while you cheered him on
also his bostonian accent would probably come out as he rushes his words out, making it a little hot to watch ;)
“theres a million yous baby boo so don’t be dumb, i got 99 problems but you won’t be one like WHAAAT?”
he’d probably do an air micdrop looking at you giving a cheesy swagger look while you belted out the last part of the song
once it was finally done you’d clap smiling, getting up on your tippy toes to peck his lips “i think secretly deep down you love when i choose ariana for karaoke”
“she’s alright,” he’d smirk, smiling down at you as he gave a squeeze to your hips before giving you a peck back “i only do them because you look really fuckin’ cute getting all into it”
the rest of the night the two of you would be plopped on the couch probably doing disney songs
chris’ favorite song to do with you would be i see the light because every time he sang it with you, you’d get all shy and blushy and he loved seeing the affect he had on his girl
also you always end up in tears at the end and he adores giving you kisses and hugs to cheer you up
but when it was time to pump shit up again you guys would do some elton john or bon jovi and someones dodger would join in trying to make some harmonies with his little howls
by the time it’s one am though, the two of you would be karaoked out for the night and end with you getting a piggy back ride on chris to the bedroom to get ready for bed <3
a/n: it’s been a hot min since i’ve posted but i miss writing n wanted to write sumin kinda domestic ??
“steve,” you hummed, looking away from the tv screen to your super solider boyfriend was was beside you on the queen size bed, quietly reading a book. “i’m bored.”
“you’re watching a movie, aren’t you?” steve quietly chuckled, tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip before saving his current place in the book, looking at you now.
“yes but,” you sighed, poking out your bottom lip. “i can’t focus. let’s do something!” you grinned, shutting the tv off before climbing over steve, planting yourself on top of him.
“and what would that something entail?” he smirked, grabbing both your hands in his, fingers intertwining before kissing the back of both.
“if you think we’re going to fuck, you thought wrong steve grant rogers.” you laughed, steve grabbing you by your wrists now, pulling you down to kiss you before furrowing his thick brows.
“i thought that was what you were implying though,” he frowned, you blushing slightly as you pulled your hands away, pushing yourself up against his chest, watching him pout like a little golden retriever pup. “you teased me you little brat.”
“imsorryyyy,” you giggled, kissing his cheek before sitting up again, watching steve’s large hands trail under the large tshirt you wore, running across your waist, then your rips before cupping each of your breasts in his hands, massaging them gently. “maybe later, baby. but i really wanna paint your nails.”
“paint my nails?” steve crooked his head to the side, stopping his movements.
“yeah, like a nice red color. oh! maybe with a little star on your ring finger! that would be so cute.”
steve smiled at how gosh damn wholesome you were at times. it was moments like these were he just wanted to hold you, kiss you and protect your tiny precious little self from the rest of the big bad world.
“so can i?” you asked, placing your hands on top of his as you felt him run his thumbs over your hardened nipples now, causing you to bite your lip gently.
“of course you can, but i will take small fee in the form of a kiss.” steve chuckled, hands falling down to your waist now as you leaned forward, close to his face taking in his beautiful big blue eyes.
seconds after, you planted your lips on his, moving against his soft plush ones, his mouth working yours open for a little more. as the kiss deepened, you felt the grip on your waist tighten, tongue gliding over yours with ease before you pulled, lips swollen and used.
“you sure you don’t want to mess around?” he asked, voice horse and smirk playing on the corners of his lips.
request: I would like to request a little scrabble ;) if you are free :) i had a root treatment just an hour ago (it’s almost 12am in austria )and didn’t sleep very well tonight Sooo i would like to see how you think chris would treat you in this situation :) i mean… his father is a dentist after all… and i am absolutely horrified of dentists
pairing: chris evans x reader
warning: some cursing but pure fluff :]
a/n: omg i hope you recover alright! but same i hate the dentist too :// i hope u enjoy this though
send a request for my 100 follower celebration here!
when you found out that you had to get some teeth work done after your yearly visit to the dentist, you were not happy to say the least
but with chris being the most amazing sweet boyfriend he is (and yes also having his father being a dentist) he knew exactly how to help you recover
when the procedure happened, chris was right beside you for support and of course took you home when you were all swollen and loopy post procedure
he’d help you into bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you whined at how you hated the feeling of numbness from the drugs
“i know, honey, it’s really annoying but it’ll go away soon! want a wet rag? we can take a nap or something to kill time after”
you didn’t know what the fuck was in the shit the dentist used but you felt the urge to cry at how kind chris was. so there you were, crying
chris of course would be a little confused but also chuckling. “baby, why are you crying?”
“i - i dunno ith da shit they gawve meh” you said with the cotton still in your mouth. “i jus rweally wuv you”
“awwwe,” he cooed, chris’ smile so big at how cute you were, pressing a kiss on each of your swollen cheeks. “i really love you too, silly”
the rest the day chris would help you change out your cotton thingys in your mouth, get you ice packs, and feed you ice cream
if he maybe had a question on how to help you if your soreness wasn’t going away he’d call home, asking for any suggestions from his dad that he didn’t already try from his own dental experiences growing up
but in general chris just would your little nurse for the day or two as you recovered because he couldn’t bare to see you in any pain n he loves u sm
summary: steve surprises you on a date to a 50s themed night bar!
warnings: none!
natasha had been trying set up steve on a date for a while now
and as much as he appreciated it, he much rather just let that gal wander into his life
but today at the compound as he walked about, he couldn’t stop staring at you. he thought you were one of the prettiest girls he’s seen
of course nat catches on quickly the way steve is around the two of you so she introduces you to the super soilder
eventually that day, you and steve were chatting more than when you were with nat (she was annoyed asf but was also glad to see that she mightve just paired up steve with the love of his life)
after that day, steve would ask nat when the next time you’d come and visit at the compound so he can surprise you with that record the two of you talked about
and when you do visit, as he gifts you the doris day album, he musks up the courage to ask you out to dinner next friday, to which you say yes
so in his free time when he wasn’t on a quick mission or writing reports, he’d be in his room planning out the perfect date, even using his laptop he rarely uses to find some recommendations online
he found that there’s a thing called dapper day’s at a bar where people dress up as if they were straight out of the 50s. he might’ve been already frozen but it was close enough for him
but because he doesn’t want to fully give away the date, he has nat help him surprise you by telling you the attire for the date but that was it
if steve was being honest, he was really excited to feel as if he was back to his normal life for a night, pre-super soldier serum
when friday came, steve dressed to fit the era, pulling up on his motorbike in front of your apartment
and when you stepped out, steve swore all the air in his body left him instantly
you wore a mid calf length dress that was navy blue with polkadots, little white pumps and your lips were painted cherry red with your hair curled to perfection
you literally looked as if you were in the wrong era, but it was his era. and he couldn’t help the big smile on his face
“you look absolutely stunning, y/n,” he glowed as you walked over, blush creeping on your cheeks. “if im being honest, i feel a bit dressed down now”
“don’t be silly, you look really handsome!” you grin. “but if you don’t take me where we’re going any slower i’m gonna loose my mind”
so after helping you up on the bike, the two of you speed down the streets of nyc to the bar
and when you arrived, you were in complete shock. you felt as if you had been transported to some tv show. everyone was absolutely dressed to perfection
plus the venue did not disappoint. couples were dancing the night away to the live band on the small stage. others in corners of the bar talking or drinking, even sharing milkshakes
“steve… this is so amazing, how did you find this place?!” you gasp, looking around taking everything in
“uh, i used the internet,” he chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck before taking your hand. “drinks first or wanna dance?”
without hesitation, the two of you make your way to the dance floor, moving around the others that danced to the jazz that roared through the building
with your arms around his neck and his hands on your waist, the two of you swayed to the music, smiling ear to ear at each other
“does this bring back memories for you?” you asked softly
“yes, except i would step on a girls’ toes… or i wouldn’t have a partner to dance with.” steve chuckled nervously
you frowned a little before steve spun you around, your eyes meeting again, “well you have me, just please don’t step on my toes..” you teased
“i’ll try not to” he winked, giving you one of his dorky smiles you quickly found to be the cutest things about steve rogers
the two of you would dance all night long, smiling and laughing the entire time, share little stories to each other
if steve hadn’t already fallen for you, he fell even harder, absolutely head over heels
and just like the gentlemen he was, by the end of the night when he took you back home, he’d walk you to apartment door
before you stepped inside and thanking him for a perfect night, you’d get up on your tippy toes, pressing your cherry colored lips to his cheek
“see you soon, soldier” you wink
once you shut the door, steve felt his cheeks burn as he touched his lipstick stained skin, sighing in complete relief
Disclaimer:The content which is displayed below holds themes that are considered mature, minors are not to interact, thank you
Pairing: nomad!steve rogers x female reader
Summary:Working alongside Steve meant following a lot of orders, however this didn’t mean you had the obligation of obeying these orders – Steve didn’t like this. This leads to a lot of unsaid words, emotions and thoughts between you two.
Warning:Angst, fluff, smut – mdom!steve rogers, slight fdom from y/n, teasing, seggual tension, ooc steve rogers, slight praise kink, use of the word slut, p in v (minors dni, you will be blocked).
“I told you not to leave your post. Why do you continue to go against everything I say?” Steve’s voice continued to bounce of the walls of the briefing room as he paced back and forth.
He had been ranting on about your latest mission, which you just got back from. Both of you were still in your attire from the mission.
“Wanda needed the reinforcement, if I stayed at my post – doing nothing, then the mission would’ve been compromised.” You stated calmly resting your hands on the table in front of you.
“That’s what you’re not understanding y/n, Wanda has powers, she could’ve taken care of herself. You on the other hand…” He stopped before he said something which would worsen the argument even more.
“What Steve? Why don’t you finish what you’re saying?” You folded your arms and looked at him with a raised brow.
He released a sigh and pinched his brow but winced when he remembered the deep cut on it. He didn’t mean for to insinuate anything.
“Look y/n, I just didn’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“And no one did, we managed fine.”
Steve’s eyes directed itself to yours and then to your side.
He knew.
He saw you wincing when Sam nudged your side as you made your way off the quinjet limping.
“Lift up your shirt for me.” He said walking towards where you were seated.
You stared at him challengingly, when he raised a brow, you gave in and did as he said.
His eyes were met with a gash which painted the left side of your torso in red. He bent down till he was at your level and gently traced his fingers along the gash. Goosebumps erupted at the feel of his fingers.
You watched as he clenched his jaw and looked up at you.
“This is why I give you orders.” He whispered.
You didn’t say anything, afraid at how he may react.
“We need to get you to the med bay.” He moved your chair forward and put his one hand under your legs whilst the other went to support your back.
“I can walk there just fine.” You said as he stood up with you in his arms.
“You were limping off the quinjet, there’s no way I’m letting you walk to the med bay.” He stated beginning to walk out of the briefing room.
By now everyone had been in their rooms cleaning up and having a rest, which made the compound more quiet than usual. Once at the med bay, he let the nurses tend to you. He waited there the entire time.
Dr. Helen had informed Steve that the gash at your side wasn’t anything to be worries about and would eventually turn into a bruise, but it’ll be okay in a few weeks. He declined Helen’s help to tend to the cut on his eyebrow, claiming he needed to ensure you were taken care of first.
“Alright, c’mon.” He said helping you off the bed and onto your feet.
“I can walk this time, Captain.” You insisted, pushing his hand away.
He took note of the use of ‘Captain’ – which to him let it be known that you were still angry.
“Steve.” He said and put his hand at the small of your back guiding you to your room.
The walk to your room was silent, he waited in your room as you showered.
When you got out of the bathroom, he diverted his eyes away from you as you changed by your closet. He tried his best to divert his mind away from the thought of your body, even though you two shared many moments together.
Once you were dressed, he turned to make his way to his room, but stopped at the call of his name.
“Yes?” He responded turning back to you.
“Come here.” You motioned your head to the couch in your room as you took out your first aid kit from your nightstand.
“You don’t have to-“
“Come here.” You repeated yourself, your voice sterner this time.
He made his way to the couch and sat down, resting his back against the back of the couch.
The couch was low enough so that he was at waist level for you, although his wound was on the opposite side of where you were. The slight movement of you bending over made you gasp in pain.
Steve’s hands made its way to your waist to sturdy you.
“I told you not to.”
You straddle him as you clean the cut, it wasn’t something out of the ordinary. There were many moments where you and Steve had been in the position you were in. However, this time it felt different to the both of you.
The cut was deep, but not deep enough to need stitches.
“It was stupid of you to not get this checked out when we were at the med bay.” You dabbed the cottonwool on his eyebrow a bit too hard, making him wince causing you to pull back and move your hips in the process.
Steve could feel you press against him, the movement of your hips made him start to grow hard.
“You were hurt” He stated gazing from your eyes to your lips.
You roll your eyes at his words and go back to cleaning his wound.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you with my words earlier.” He said letting his hands massage your waist up and down.
“I know.” You give him a small smile.
“I care about yo-, the team.”
Although his words were meant to be thoughtful, you couldn’t help but feel a sting that he changed his words at the last moment.
“You best be on your way then… to get some rest!” You went to move from straddling him, but his hands tightened at your waist pulling you back down into his lap.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile.
Steve gently lifted you off him like it was nothing.
He got up from the couch and made his way to the door, you watched him from where you were, with the first aid kit still in hand.
“Good night y/n.” He said walking to your door.
“Good night.”
And with the closing of the door, he was gone.
The next day Steve hardly acknowledged you. At breakfast he sat the furthest away from you, when you went to talk to him, he dismissed you saying he was needed in a meeting with Tony.
He’d basically did everything he could to avoid you.
At night he would normally come to your room, talk for a little – which would result in him sometimes sleeping in your room, but that night he hadn’t come to your room.
After that, you didn’t try to interact with him.
This behaviour continued for the rest of the week.
Avoiding you at training, making excuses to not talk to you and keeping away from you entirely. Although that never stopped the two of you from looking at each other longingly. There was nothing but Steve’s own thoughts stopping him from talking to you.
The idea that he needed to stay away from you in order to keep his professional life and personal life from mixing had solidified in his mind.
You were causing him to feel things he had been trying to keep away from.
Being Captain America to him meant committing to helping his country to the best of his ability, and for that to happen he couldn’t be emotionally involved with you.
It was now Saturday morning, Steve had been sitting and pondering on these thoughts when you walked into the livingroom where he, Natasha and Bucky were sat.
“Any plans for this weekend y/n?” Natasha asked as you walked into the room.
Your eyes met Steve’s briefly before looking to Natasha’s.
“I’m having dinner tonight with someone.” You said only intending for her to hear, although thanks to Steve’s super hearing, he heard it too.
“Is that so? And whom might the lucky gentlemen be?” Natasha said happy at the news.
“Someone I met this week through training.” You answered sitting down on the couch next to her.
Steve looked in your direction at the mention of that. He usually was the one to train with you. So, if it weren’t for him avoiding you this week, then you wouldn’t be going to dinner with someone tonight.
He continued to listen to your conversation with Natasha and took note of the time you would leave for your date.
“Something wrong Steve?” Bucky asked once he realised Steve hadn’t been listening to what he was saying.
“No, everything’s just fine.” He grumbled while looking to you.
Towards the afternoon, you were looking for Natasha to ask her opinion on your dress for your date when you heard Steve and Bucky talking.
“I don’t know why you’re doing this. You both clearly like each other.” Bucky said with a sigh.
“Because Bucky, its too dangerous. I care too much about y/n to involve her in the trouble that may come with me being Captain America.”
“No one is going to hurt her. She’s more skilled than I am in combat, and she has a whole team of assassins, spies and superhero’s looking out for her all the time.”
It was in that moment Steve realised that maybe, just maybe allowing himself to be with you isn’t a bad thing.
“Maybe you’re right Buck.” You heard him say softly.
You walked away from the conversation with an idea in your mind. An idea that would make Steve Rogers surely lose his mind.
The time for your date was nearing and you were almost finished getting ready. A knock at your door caught you attention as you were trying to zip up your dress.
You were in the bathroom and called out loud for whoever it was to come in.
In your bathroom were big mirrors which allowed you to be able to see who it was behind you.
“Steve?” You said his name.
“Hi.” He greeted, letting his eyes roam your body.
“You look beautiful.” He said walking up behind you, till his front was pressed against your back.
You watched him in the reflection of the mirror as he let his hands settle on your hips.
When he came to your room, it was his intention to speak to you and let you know the reason behind his recent behaviour.
“Is this what you’re wearing for your date?” He asked, with a hint of anger in his tone.
“Yes.” You replied shakily as his one hand made its way to your exposed back.
Your skin was smooth on his fingertips, Steve felt himself grow hard at the thought of what you would feel like against his body, writhing beneath him in pleasure.
“Do you mind zipping up my dress?”
His eye’s met yours in his reflection.
He moved your open hair to the side and traced his fingers from your collar bone to your back.
The zip seemed so little in his fingertips as he zipped you up.
“Is that alright?” He asked huskily.
You nodded in response.
Your body pressed into his, letting your butt press against his hard cock.
His reaction surprised you as his fingers made their way around your neck, squeezing gently.
“You don’t know what you do to me.” He murmured while pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.
“Is that so?” You ask.
It wasn’t often that you got to see this side of Steve. He was only ever physically affectionate when it was the two of you, late at night sharing a bed. You hadn’t yet crossed the boundaries of sleeping with each other. All you ever craved was each other’s affection and warmth.
“Mmm-hmm.” He hummed.
You turn around slowly, his gaze on you is fixed and filled with lust. You make the bold move of trailing your hands down his chest and to his jeans.
“If you really wanted me to know what you’d do to me, you would’ve shown me by now.” Your hands moved in a slow motion teasing his cock through his jeans.
He moaned at the contact; this was the furthest you two had gotten in terms of being physical.
“You make it hard for me to keep control around you princess.” The nickname made you smile; your hand movements hadn’t stopped – in fact Steve was now beginning to thrust his hips into your hand.
“I would let you do whatever you want to me. Fuck me till I’m senseless, make love to me till I’m begging you to stop… but it’s too bad that our interests lie in different places.”
You stopped all movement and stepped away from him.
Looking to you in a confused daze, he watched as you walked out of the bathroom and into your room to retrieve your purse.
“Thank you helping me with my dress Steve, but I should get going. I wouldn’t want to be late.” You walked towards the door and opened it, you looked back to him – he was now stood in your room watching after you with desire.
The truth was you hadn’t really gone for your date. When you overheard the conversation between Bucky and Steve you cancelled the date and set about a new plan.
You knew what Steve was going to do; besides Bucky, you were the only other person to know him like the back of your hand.
You informed Natasha to be the one to tell him where your supposed date was going to be. Like a man on a mission, you saw him walk into the bar looking around for you.
As soon as he spotted you, he walked in your direction. There you were sat, with a glass in your hand.
As he neared, you set the glass on the bar top and leaned on your elbows as your supported your head up.
“Took you long enough.” You murmured.
“Where’s your date?” He asked.
“He just arrived.”
You motioned for the bartender to come your way, you ordered Steve’s favourite drink – even thought you knew it wouldn’t affect him one bit.
“Take a seat.” You patted the chair next to yours.
He listened to you and sat down.
“So, what are you going to be having for dinner?”
That’s when it registered in Steve’s mind.
“You little minx.”
The waiter took your menu’s away. Steve hadn’t stopped gazing at you the entire time.
“We have a lot to talk about.”
“We do.” You agreed.
His blue eyes meet yours; he takes that moment to really look at you, the women he’s come to feel so much for.
“I’m sorry for how I’ve been towards this week.” He explained shaking his head briefly.
“I accept your apology… I genuinely thought I’d done something to push you away from me, and that’s the last thing I’d ever want.” You said in honesty.
“You could never do anything to push me away.” He reached forward and took your hand in his, “I thought my choice would be the best thing for us.”
He took a moment to form the right words to say.
“I always had this idea in my head that love had to wait. I’m too consumed in the life of being Captain America. Steve Rogers barely exists to me anymore.” His tone was low as he said this.
It was hard for him to admit, being a part of S. H. I. E. L. D had taken its toll on Steve. His been playing the role of a superhero for so long that he could barely recognize himself.
“Steve Rogers exists to me. The boy from Brooklyn who wanted to help those who needed it most, I see him in you every day.” You assure him.
“Sometimes its not a bad thing to be selfish. You of all people have earned that choice.”
This is why Steve feels the way he does towards you. You always knew the right things to say.
“Everyone I’ve ever cared about has been affected by this. Peggy, Bucky – the whole team, which is why I thought by pushing you away I would be keeping you safe.” He explained giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
“You don’t need to push me away. I’m here, always.”
“I know princess, and I realised that I’d rather have you close to me than far away.” In that moment the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
“So, what did you think about my plan on you?” You asked leaning on your door.
“I liked your plan, especially the beginning of it.” He rested his hand on the wall behind you, trapping you against his body.
“Is that so?” You asked with a raised brow.
He smirked at your words and brought his lips to yours.
This kiss was something you both have craved since the moment you knew life would be dull without the other. Steve knew the moment his lips touched yours that there was no going back on how he felt for you.
“I love you so fucking much.” He murmured against your lips, bringing his hand up to touch your face.
“I love you too.” You giggle as he trails kisses from your kisses from your lips to your neck.
“I don’t think Tony would appreciate the PDA if he were to check the camera’s.” Your eyes go to the camera in the corner pointed in your direction of the hallway.
“We need more privacy then.”
He clasped your room doorknob in his hand, very clumsily opening it while trying not to break contact from you as he kisses you.
Once successfully in the room, you put your hands on his broad shoulders to briefly pull him away you.
“I want you to do whatever you want with me.” You stated referring to your conversation from earlier.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“More than I’d ever been before.” You smile as he lifts you off the ground before you can even finish your sentence.
“The number of times I’d wish to have you beneath me in this bed.” He said settling you down on the bed carefully to not hurt your injury from the mission.
“Show me then.” You said boldly.
Steve’s mind couldn’t form a response as he began to start undoing your dress and getting rid of his attire.
“Your body is something only angels would carve so perfectly.” He growled out while gazing down at you.
You were perched up on your elbows, in nothing – naked to Steve’s roaming eyes.
“I could say the same about you.” You say biting your lip at the sight of him.
He smirked at your expression and situated himself between your legs.
“This is all yours.” He said taking your hand in his to trail down his body. His hand settled yours on his hard cock. You gasp at how hard he is – Steve’s size was enough to have you unconsciously roll your eyes to the back of your head.
“You do this to me.” He said taking note of your hungry eyes.
His fingers made their way to your pussy, “So fucking wet for me already.”
You moaned at the contact and bucked your hips forward, Steve chuckled at your movement.
“So impatient.” He teased you more by adding pressure to his fingers, “Lets see if I can make you cum like this.”
He teased your clit, moving his fingers in an 8 symbol. He picked up speed on it as your began to moan more and more louder.
“That’s it princess, let me hear you.” He encouraged, now teasing the entrance of your pussy with his fingers, in a slow motion his finger delved inside of you.
He hissed at the tightness you held around his index and middle finger.
“So fucking tight.”
You were getting close to your cumming as he left his thumb tease and occasionally circle your clit.
“I can feel you clenching on my fingers, you gonna cum for me princess? You gonna cum on my fingers?”
You nodded your head in response as he stared at your intently.
Your eyes soon rolled to the back of your head as his fingers still moved inside of you. Steve was laying small kisses on your cheek, calming you down from the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm.
When you refocused your eyes, you saw Steve now between your legs, moving his hand up and down his cock while looking at your body.
He let his tip tease your sensitive clit, smirking as you still moved your hips forward.
“You still want more hmm?”
He teased your clit by lightly slapping his tip against it.
“Beg for it.” He demanded in a stern tone.
“Please give me your cock Steve, I need to feel you.” You begged as you peered up at him.
Your words seem to do something to him as he took his tip and slowly entered you.
A gasp escaped your lips as he stretched you open.
“Slowly baby, we’ll go slow.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as his hips moved more towards yours.
The sting of having his big cock in you was enough to make the pain pleasurable.
He didn’t stop till his pelvis met yours, completely making you feel full of him.
“You’re doing so good for me.” He praised.
When he went to pull back, he didn’t move back completely – he was still deep inside you when he thrusted forward.
He continued this sweet torture till you were clenching around him.
“Faster Steve, please.” You gasped out with his hand around your neck.
He didn’t waste time picking up his pace. The only thing that could be heard in the room were the slapping of your skin against one another, the moans coming from you and Steve and lastly the slight hitting of your headboard against the wall.
With each thrust Steve was going faster and harder. He went from making sweet love to you, to full on fucking you like his dirty little slut.
“Steve- fuck. Cumming.” Was all you managed to get out as your orgasm hit you.
Steve was moaning into your neck as his own orgasm hit him. He kept the same pace and motion as he came in you. He only stopped when the pleasure became too much, and his cock was sensitive.
He moved back and laid his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes. In that moment there was nothing else in your world except you, Steve and the love you had for one another.
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body electric. | when sebastian first joined the new gym down the block, he felt blessed. blessed that it was close by, and blessed that you frequented it. SMUT, 18+
lock & key. | cockwarming, dirty talk, and sebastian stan, a deadly combination. SMUT, 18+
unholy. | your two doms punish you for touching yourself. SMUT, 18+
reflections.| mirror sex with sebastian stan. SMUT, 18+
makeup.| sebastian punishes you for taking too long to get ready. SMUT, 18+
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drunken haze. | birthday drunkenness with your two super-soldiers. FLUFF, SLIGHT SMUT, 18+
cooking by the book. | bucky attempts to bake cookies for your birthday. FLUFF, 18+
poolside shenanigans. | poolside sex with your crush could never go wrong, right? SMUT, 18+
flustered. | when you travel back in time to the forties for a mission, you come across bucky. and after a night full of fun, your feelings for bucky start to show. FLUFF, 18+
love yourself. | body worship smut with bucky. SMUT, ANGST, 18+
your blood is my blood. | in order to complete the mission, you end up getting sam injured in the process. but your condition is worse than his, and your teammates and boyfriend choose to neglect you. ANGST, 18+
get free. | steve and bucky punish you for touching yourself. SMUT, 18+
scars.| bucky carves his initials into your skin using his favourite knife. DARK FIC, 18+
teachers pet. | you and your professor, who is also your boyfriend, have a quickie before your next class. SMUT, 18+
of paradise. | sharing a floor with two super soldiers ensues a lot of fun, and pleasure. SMUT, 18+.
sugar.| during a scene, you get scared and utter the safeword. bucky then ensues aftercare. SMUT, FLUFF, 18+.
vanilla cone. | on a hot day, bucky buys you ice cream. you then decide to tease him with said ice cream. SMUT, 18+
cybersex. | whilst steve and bucky are on a mission, skype calls and sex toys are all you have. SMUT, 18+
care. | your two doms perform aftercare after a scene. SMUT, FLUFF, 18+
wild side. | after bucky catches you trying to escape, he gives you a vile punishment. DARK FIC, 18+
fiction. | bucky uses your computer and discovers you tumblr. whilst scrolling through your tumblr he finds a smut headcanon that you wrote about him. SMUT, 18+
playground. | you tease bucky whilst on a night out. SMUT, 18+
I Know Exactly Where This Leads - Steve Rogers (Smut) (One Shot)
Summary: Congratulations to Tiff @barnesafterglow on hitting 1k, this my submission for her #all’s well writing challenge. Honestly songs always set the pace for how my piece goes and the delicious combination of taylor swift and marvel just has me highly motivated. The song I have picked is style - taylor swift, 1989, the lyric is “I should just tell you to leave, cause I,”. I had so much fun writing this and listening to Taylor.I hope you enjoy reading! (this piece delves off course to the events post civil war)
Pairing:Steve Rogers x fem!Reader
Warnings:Smut 18+ Minors DNI, angst, fluff, Steve is a good dom regularly checking in, praise kink, size kink, swearing, edging the reader, oral fem receiving, also mr. steve rogers is a filthy filthy dirty talker and it shows here, aftercare, spoken feelings(gets a lil angsty), nomad steve (idk if this is a warning)
Returning back home during the late hours, there is a sense of calm. No one else is awake, and thoughts, those can finally crash away.
You take off the jacket, stolen from him. Before he left, left you all alone. You walk through the apartment, grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen.
A figure shifts across the living room, “Who the fuck is there?” You move along the wall demanding an answer; hand trying to find the light switch.
Strong hands grab your waist just as you turn the lights on and form a fist to punch the intruder.
Your raised right hook stops midway. Mischievous blue eyes, crinkle with mirth as they gaze into your own.
Steve.
“What the fuck, Steve?” You’re nothing short of bewildered. For all you knew he was supposed to be gone with the wind. Undercover. Unseen. A Nomad.
“I can’t return to see my best girl?” He raises an eyebrow.
“The best girl you left?” You question voice full of defiance.
“Doll, you sided with him.” Steve feels the distaste in his mouth at the memories that surged.
“You could have told him.” You argue again, Steve’s grip on your hips tightens.
“Doll, I’m not here to talk about bygones.”
You gaze up at him confused, he steps closer, you feel the heat of his chest against yours, your palms on his biceps.
“I’m here for you.” Steve’s voice is in the deep baritone, that he always uses to coax you, that whispers dirty nothings into your skin.
Steve was constantly traveling. Doing shows in every major city in the US. He wrote when he could, and Y/N even got to go to a few of the shows. It took quite a bit of effort on her part to not laugh every time she saw him on that stage. She knew this was not what Steve had in mind when he was asked to help America win the war.
Y/N glanced at the today’s newspaper that laid on her bed. There was a picture of Steve in his costume, wearing an awkward smile and holding a crying baby. She couldn’t help but chuckle. Y/N finished packed her small bag and set it by the door. Tomorrow she was headed out to an army base where Steve was performing one of his shows. The Times was sending her to get some inside details about where the army is at in the war. She had just conveniently chosen the same weekend Steve would be there. Y/N had decided to surprise him, figured she might be able to cheer him up a bit.
“Oh God,” Y/N muttered watching Steve up the stage. Agent Carter shook her head in agreement. Steve was dying up there.
“Hey, Captain! Sign this!” A soldier shouted. He stood up, turned around, and pulled down his pants. The crowd laughed, both Y/N and Agent Carter cringed. They threw a couple of tomatoes a Steve, who held up his shield to protect himself. Steve sighed in defeat and marched off the stage as the showgirls walked on.
It had started to rain. Y/N pulled her coat closer as she made her way to the stage setup, where Steve sat on the steps talking to Agent Carter. As Y/N reached them Agent Carter stood and smiled at her.
“I’ll leave you two alone,”
Y/N nodded in thanks as Agent Carter walked away. She sat down beside Steve who kissed the top of her head.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,”
“Was hoping to come cheer you up,” Y/N responded starring up at him. She would never get over how tall he was now. “You did well.”
“I sucked,” Steve grunted turning back to his notebook. Y/N noticed a drawing of a dancing monkey wearing a costume like Steve’s. “All I’ve ever wanted is to serve my country, travel. And when I finally get everything I wanted, I’m wearing tights.”
“At least your ass looks good.”
Steve laughed at that. The sounds of shouting and an ambulance interrupted him. They looked over to see injured men being brought into the hospital tent. “They look like they’ve been through hell.”
“These men more than most,” Y/N commented. “Agent Carter told me Schmitt sent out a force to Manzano. Two hundred men went in, and less than fifty returned. Your audience contained what was left of 107. The rest were killed or captured.”
“The 107?”
“What is it?” Y/N asked surprised.
“Come on!” Steve shouted tossing her coat to her and taking off.
“Colonel Phillips,” Steve spoke as they entered the tent. They walked over to the Colonel’s desk where Agent Carter stood beside him.
“Well, if it isn’t the Star-spangled man with a plan. What is your plan today?”
Y/N made a mental note to tease Steve about that later.
“I need the casualty list from Manzano.”
“You don’t get to give me orders son.”
“I just need one name, Sargent James Barnes from the 107th,” Steve asked.
Y/N bit back a gasp. How did she not realize it before!
“You and I are going to have a conversation later that you won’t enjoy,” Philips stated pointing at Y/N.
“I’m not revealing my source.” Y/N acknowledged. She would never throw Peggy under the bus, especially since she was Y/N’s top source for info.
“Please sir, just tell me if he’s alive. B, A, R- “
“I can spell,” The Colonel interrupted Steve. He stood up and began looking through a stack of papers. “I have signed more of these condolence letters than I would care to count, but, the name does sound familiar. I’m sorry.”
Y/N blinked away her tears, this was no time to be emotional.
“What about the others?” Steve asked. “Are you planning a rescue mission?”
“Yeah, it’s called winning the war!” The Colonel exclaimed.
“But if you know where they are then why not- “
“They’re thirty miles behind the lines, in some of the most heavily fortified territories in Europe. We’d lose more men than we’d save. I don’t expect you to understand that because you’re a chorus girl.”
“I think I understand just fine.”
“Well, then understand it somewhere else,” Philips grunted before walking away. “If I read the poster correctly, you have someplace to be in thirty minutes.”
“Yes, sir, I do,” Steve stated before walking off.
Y/N glanced at the large map and then at Steve’s retreating form. “Oh, hell no!” She whispered before going after him with Peggy by her side.
“What do you plan to do? Walk to Austria?” Y/N asked entering the tent full of costumes. Steve was putting on his Captain America costume.
“If that what it takes.”
“You heard the Colonel, your friend is most likely dead,” Peggy spoke up.
“You don’t know that”
“Even so, he’s devising a strategy that takes- “
“By the time he’s done that it could be too late!” Steve exclaimed putting on his coat.
“Steve!” Y/N insisted running after him.
Steve threw his bag and shield into the back of a jeep.
“Y/N, you gotta let me do this.”
“Who said I was stopping you?”
Steve looked at his fiancé, feeling slightly surprised.
Y/N turned to Peggy, “Can you fly him?”
“No, but I know someone who can,” Peggy smirked and rushed off. “Be back in a minute!”
“What is- “
“I want a full detailed report when you get back. If anyone is putting this in the papers it will be me! You’ll be in the fighting in no time.”
Steve didn’t know what to say. “Y/N I- “
“If you die, I’ll kick your ass!” Y/N growled.
“You could get in a lot of trouble!”
“Oh please! I’m a reporter for the times! They can’t touch me.”
Steve stepped forward and cupped her face, kissing his girl. “Love you, darling.”
“Love you too, now go be a hero!
“You!”
Y/N looked up from her notepad to see the Colonel walking over.
“Where’s Rogers?”
“How should I know?”
“You’re his fiancé!”
“Fiancé, not his mother,” Y/N stated calmly.
Before the Colonel could respond they turned at the sound of an approaching jeep. Agent Carter and Howard Stark were in the front seat.
“Where is he!” Y/N shouted sprinting over. Peggy climbed out of the jeep and shook her head.
“Stayed in the air for as long as we could, but the plane sustained too much damage and Steve never contacted us.”
Y/N shook her head in disbelief, trying to hold back her tears. “Excuse me,” She whispered walking away. Peggy rushed over and walked with her.
“Y/N, I don’t know what to say.”
“It’s okay,” Y/N responded. “He died for something he believed in.”
“Do you know what he asked me?”
“What?”
“If Stark and I ever fondued?”
“You mean- “
Peggy nodded, quietly chuckling.
Y/N shook her head, “Classic Steve. Kindest man I know, but doesn’t know a thing about women!”
“You’re leaving?”
Y/N glanced at Peggy who stood in the doorway of her small tent. “It’s been three days. I need to go home and hand in my report. There’s nothing keeping me here.”
“Y/N, I’m so- “
“Don’t say you’re sorry.” Y/N ordered. “Everyone’s sorry, they’re always sorry when someone dies! Well, I’m not! Sad? Of course! But I could not be prouder of him. So, don’t you dare insult Steve’s memory by saying you’re sorry!”
Before Peggy could respond, they both stepped outside to find out what the commotion was all about. Men were running and shouting. Peggy and Y/N followed to see what they were going after. They reached the tent where the Colonel stood, looking at all his men lining both sides of the road. A large group of soldiers walked down the center of it. Steve Rogers was the one leading them. People shouted and cheered as Steve made his way over to the Colonel.
Steve gave a salute. “Some of these men need medical attention. I would like to surrender myself to disciplinary action.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Yes sir,” Steve answered, slightly surprised.
The colonel turned to Y/N, “Go kiss that stupid fiancé of yours.” He grunted before walking away.
Y/N smiled at Steve and stepped forward. Steve leaned down and kissed her. Causing a few whoops and cheers to come from the crowd.
“Alright! Move! I want to hug her too!”
Y/N quickly stepped back from Steve and rushed over to Bucky, hugging him as tightly as she could. “Glad to know you aren’t dead.”
“I thought you were supposed to take care of him for me!”
“He’s alive,” Y/N responded stepping back.
“After undergoing an experiment that turned him into a giant and then charging into enemy territory by himself!”
“Guys, I’m right here.”
“You know how he gets, stubborn as a bull.”
“I’m not a child!” Steve sighed in frustration. Bucky and Y/N laughed.
“Oh, and I owe you this!” Y/N punched Steve in the arm. She thought she actually saw him wince.
“Hey!”
“I thought you were dead!”
Steve reached into his pocket and brought out a broken transmitter. “Couldn’t call my ride!”
Y/N snatched the tiny thing from him and chucked it at his helmet. It shattered on impact.
“Hey, let’s hear it for Captain America!” Bucky exclaimed. The crowd cheered in agreement. People clapped Steve on the back and congratulated him.
A few days later Y/N headed back to New York and Steve went on to fight in the war. Y/N’s boss was ecstatic when he read her report. A firsthand account from Captain America himself on how he saved those men was good enough for the front page!
It was a few weeks later when Y/N received a letter from Steve saying he’d be back home for a few days and asked her to meet him. She, of course, chose to wear her red dress and even put on a little more makeup than she usually did.
Upon walking into the bar, some men who were singing loudly quickly calmed down at the sight of her. Y/N walked into the next room where Bucky and Steve sat at the bar. Steve quickly got up and walked over to her, giving her a peck on the lips.
“Hey, Darling,”
“Hey,” She smiled at Steve and then turned to Bucky who kissed her on the cheek.
“Glad you could make it Y/N!”
The three ordered some drinks and sat down at a table. They talked, laughed, and told stories. It was like how it was before the war. If Y/N blocked out the drunk singers and music she could almost imagine they were back at Joe’s.
“So! When do you two plan on tying the knot?” Bucky demanded.
“After the war.”
Bucky looked at Steve in shock. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Why?”
“After the war? Who knows how long this thing could last! Not to mention the chances of us surviving it!”
“Bucky!” Steve growled.
“I’m perfectly fine with waiting, Bucky so stop your worrying.” Y/N insisted.
Steve nodded in agreement, though Y/N could tell Bucky’s words had gotten to him.
They had a few more drinks and told a couple more stories before saying goodnight to everyone. Steve, of course, insisted on walked Y/N home.
“Are you really okay with waiting?” Steve asked as they made their way down the sidewalk.
“Yes, if you want to wait till after the war, then we can wait.”
Steve nodded but did not respond. Y/N could tell he was thinking hard about this. “Maybe, we could, at least, go to the court and get it done. You know? Just so you could get the benefits if something does- “
“Absolutely not!” Y/N exclaimed stopping in her tracks.
“I’m not marrying you just, so I can get a little help if you die! I will marry you because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I will do so when our friends and family can be there, and you can come home!”
Steve nodded and took her hand in his. “I’m sorry darling,”
“All is forgotten,” Y/N muttered kissing Steve’s cheek before they started to walk again.
Steve left the next morning to head off to a meeting he had with Stark, promising he would come back later that evening. Y/N spent her day in the office working on her next article.
She arrived at her home to find Steve sitting on her couch with his head in her hands. “Bad day?”
“I have to tell you something,”
His tone made Y/N stop what she was doing and sit down beside him. “What happened?”
“I… I was waiting for Mr. Stark while he was finishing up a meeting with Colonel Philips… And his secretary was sitting there, and she kept talking me being a hero and how I saved those men, and how thankful their wives must be and…”
“And?”
“Y/N she kissed me!” Steve exclaimed. “She kissed me, but I swear I didn’t kiss back and, and I…. wait, why are you laughing?”
Y/N waved her hand as she tried to calm herself down but only ended up laughing harder. She finally calmed herself down and took a deep breath. “Steve, I’m not mad!”
“Obviously, why is this so funny! I- “
“You didn’t cheat,” Y/N interrupted. “Some crazy fan kissed you, that’s all.” Y/N giggled. “If I got mad about every girl who tried to make a move on you I’d go crazy! Besides, I’m the girl who gets to have you come home to her. I’ve got nothing to be jealous of.”
“Could you tell Agent Carter that? Because she shot at me because she thinks I’m cheating on you.”
Y/N began laughing again. “I’ll talk to her.”
Steve smiled and leaned his forehead against hers. “You’re the best darling,”
“I know,” Y/N giggled making Steve roll his eyes.
Steve left a week later to head to the war with the team he had assembled. Y/N once again poured herself into her work, though her bosses weren’t complaining about it. She was quickly climbing the food chain of journalism! Following leads that took her all over the world. She saw the chaos in Europe and even narrowly escaped Austria as Hitler’s men took over the country. Steve wrote when he good, but he was usually off on some mission he couldn’t tell Y/N about and she was usually following a lead that had details she could not share. She hated the secrets between them but knew it was for the best. After all, they were both doing what they loved so how could she complain?
Peggy visited Y/N occasionally. Sharing stories and bringing trinkets Steve had sent from his travels. Everything was going well until there was a knock-on Y/N’s door one early morning.
“Peggy?” Y/N groaned rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“There’s something I need to tell you,” Peggy’s tone instantly grabbed Y/N’s attention.
“Come inside,” The two women headed inside the small home and sat down in the living room. “Now, what is it?”
Peggy took a deep breath, “There is no easy way to tell you this, but, Sargent Barnes is dead.”
Y/N gasped in horror, “No! It can’t be true!” She exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I’m sorry Y/N, it happened during a mission.”
“What about Steve?”
“He made it back. In fact, he’s currently in London. I came to tell you in person, so, that I may ask you to come back with me. You could tell your boss you’re going on another assignment, I just need you to come talk to Steve. I know you are dealing with your own grief but, he needs you!” Peggy pleaded.
Y/N wiped away her tears and took a shaky breath. She had to be strong, for Steve. “Let me go pack.”
They left Y/N’s home fifteen minutes later and boarded a plane to London. Y/N had made sure to send a message to work, letting them know she was headed to London to follow an important lead she had found. Hours later they arrived late at night. Took them a while to figure out where Steve was, but they finally learned he was hiding out in an area of the city that had been evacuated due to the bombing.
Y/N walked through the rubble to a destroyed bar. She stepped over large pieces of rock and entered the building through a large hole in the wall. Y/N walked further into the building and found Steve sitting at the table, with a bottle and glass before him.
Steve looked up at the sound of her footsteps but did not seem that all surprised to see his fiancé. “Dr. Erskine said that the serum wouldn’t just affect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing.” Steve poured himself a drink as he spoke. “Which means, um, I can’t get drunk. Did you know that?”
Y/N walked over and stood in front of him. It was obvious he had been crying for hours. “I did read about how your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person,” Y/N picked up a chair and then sat down. “Dr. Erskine wrote that he did think that could be one of the side effects.”
Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. How do you comfort someone who just lost their best friend? That’s the thing, you can’t. “It wasn’t your fault.”
Steve scoffed, “Did you read the report?”
“Yes.”
“Then you know that’s not true.”
“You did everything you could,” Y/N spoke softly. “Did you believe in Bucky? Did you respect him? No need to answer because we both know you did, and because of that you need to stop blaming yourself. Allow Bucky the dignity of his choice. He damn well thought you were worth it!”
“I’m going after Schmidt. And I won’t stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured.”
“I would be disappointed if you did anything less.” Y/N slightly smiled and reached across the table, taking Steve’s hand in hers. “But you won’t have to do it alone.”
Steve looked at her with more sadness in his eyes then Y/N had seen in her whole life. She then realized why Peggy had been so determined to get her here. Because she knew Steve wouldn’t have felt free to be this vulnerable with anyone else.
“I’ll be back soon,”
“I know.”
“Darling, I’m going to be fine.”
“I know,” Y/N answered again, her voice showing no emotion. After arriving back at base, Steve was pulled into an emergency meeting and was heading out on an emergency mission he could tell Y/N nothing about. Y/N was terrified and Steve knew it.
Steve sighed and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing their foreheads together. “You know why I’m so sure I’ll come back?”
“Because if you don’t I’ll kick your ass?”
Steve chuckled, “Because, when I get back we are going to get married.”
“But I thought we were- “
“No more waiting. I love you and I want you to be my wife. We don’t know when this war will end, but I know I can make it through this with you by my side.”
Y/N smiled up at him and stood on her tip toes, so she could kiss him. “I love you too,” She whispered against his lips. “Still not used to how tall you are though.”
Steve threw his head back in laughter.
“Come in, this is Captain Rogers! Do you read me?” Steve’s voice came in through the intercoms.
“Captain Roger’s what is your- “
“Steve is that you? Are you alright?” Peggy asked pushing the man aside. She sat down in front of the mike.
“Peggy, Schmidt’s dead!”
“What about the plane?”
“That’s a little tougher to explain,” Steve answered.
“Give me your coordinates. I’ll find you a safe landing site.”
“There’s not going to be a safe landing, but I can try and force it down.”
Peggy bit her lip, trying to come up with a solution. “I’ll get Howard on the line. He’ll know what to do.”
“There’s no time. This thing is moving fast, and it’s headed for New York.” Steve explained. “I gotta put her in the water.”
“Please, don’t do this. We have time. We can work it out.” Peggy pleaded, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Right now, I’m out in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are going to die. I have to do this.” Steve reached into his pocket and took out his compass and set it up before him. A small picture of Y/N was inside it. “Peggy?”
“I’m here.”
“I need you tell Y/N I’m gonna be late to the courthouse.”
“I’ll tell her,” Peggy whispered.
“Tell her this was my choice, she’ll understand.”
“Okay.”
“Tell her she can wear her red dress if she wants. She was never much of a fan of white any- “
Static came across the air. “Steve?” Peggy whispered. “Steve!” She exclaimed, tears now rolling down her cheeks.
Y/N paced in her small room she had been staying in. She had been up all night, hoping to hear word from someone! But nothing had come. Y/N froze at the sound of someone knocking and rushed to the door.
“Yes?”
“Colonel Philips would like to see you in his office.” The soldier explained.
Y/N nodded and quickly grabbed her coat.
“Colonel,” Y/N spoke upon entering the small office. The Colonel sat behind his desk with a grave look on his face. Peggy sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, Y/N sat in the one beside her. “What’s this about? Where’s Steve?”
“Our goal for this mission was to take down Schmidt’s plan once and for all. He had a plane, that had bombs for major cities all over the world,” The Colonel began. “Captain Rogers was able to get on the plane before it took off and take control. But, he then realized there was no way to land the plane. And it’s first stop, New York, was getting close.”
“No,” Y/N whispered. Peggy reached over and grabbed Y/N’s hand, squeezing it hard.
“Captain Rogers made the decision to put the plane in the water, we have no reason to believe he survived. Captain Rogers died so thousands could live. Your finance is a hero.”
“Oh, don’t I know it,” Y/N scoffed tears rolling down her cheeks. He said he would come back, but Y/N had a feeling this mission was going to be different.
“He said to tell you that this was his choice,” Peggy whispered. “And that you would understand.”
Y/N closed her eyes, no longer able to hold the pain back. As she began to sob, Peggy stood up wrapped her arms around Y/N. Colonel Philips quietly left the room to give Y/N some privacy.
“He promised he’d come home,” Y/N sobbed. “He said we were going to get married.”
“I know,” Peggy whispered trying to soothe her friend. But how do you comfort someone who just lost the love of their life? That’s the thing, you can’t.
Steve couldn’t stop his hands from shaking as he approached the familiar home in Brooklyn. The battle of New York had only been a few weeks ago, but when Nick Fury approached Steve with a file containing a name he knew all too well, Steve nearly cried with joy.
Steve’s breathing was shaky as he rang the doorbell. A nurse opened the door.
“Hello, how can I help you?”
“I’m a, um, old friend of Miss Y/L/N’s. I was wondering if I could see her?”
The nurse smiled, “You picked a good day. She’s been getting worse and we aren’t sure how much longer she has, but she seems to be doing well today.” The nurse held the door open wider so Steve could step inside.
The house had barely changed. There were some photos on the walls that hadn’t been there before, and there were more books and records in the living room. Steve followed the nurse up the stairs and down a hallway he knew like the back of his hand.
“Y/N, you have a visitor,” The nurse spoke softly as they entered the bedroom.
Steve had not known what to expect, but when he saw her laying there, it was like nothing had changed. Her skin may have had wrinkles and her hair was now grey, but somehow, she didn’t seem different to him.
“Y/N,” Steve whispered sitting down in the chair beside her bed.
“I’ll leave you be,” The nurse said before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.
Steve took Y/N’s hand in his, not sure what he should say. “They found me frozen in the ice, not sure how I survived, to be honest. I also just fought an army of aliens. Bet you would have written a good article about that,” Steve chuckled, with no real emotion in his tone.
“I’m… I’m sorry I missed the wedding.” Steve whispered, running his thumb over the dainty engagement ring he had given her all those years ago. “Would have loved to see you in that red dress one more time…”
Steve glanced up at the heart monitor as it continued to beep. The sound of a ventilator filled the room, as it breathed for Y/N. Steve had read about the car accident that had only happened two months before he had woken up. How she had been put on life support and that Fury had decided to personally pay to keep her alive so Steve may be able to say goodbye. But he didn’t want this to be goodbye.
“Y/N,” Steve croaked, struggling to hold back his tears. “Come on darling, just open your eyes for me, just this once.”
But Y/N did not move.
“Please Y/N,” Steve cried. “Please…”
Nothing changed. The heart monitor stayed the same. The machines continued to breathe for his love.
Y/N Y/L/N was a simple girl who lived a not so extraordinary life. She was not a well-known journalist who wrote famous articles. She made the front page only once. She didn’t have any family, never got married or had children. But, she meant the world to someone. Once.
“See you tomorrow!” Y/N called as Bill left the diner. He had been coming there for his lunch break every day for the past five years. Regulars were Y/N’s favorite customers. It was always nice to see friends come in. Y/N cleaned the table and took the dishes to the back before heading back out to the other customers.
“Hey, doll!”
Y/N turned and rolled her eyes, “Bucky Barnes, you know not to call me that!”
Bucky just chuckled and gave Y/N a peck on the cheek. “How are you, Y/N?”
“I’m doing good, and you?”
“Great! Sent in my application for the army today, so hoping I’ll hear from them soon.”
Y/N nodded as he spoke, doing your best to hide her fear. Y/N was proud of Bucky, of course, but that did not stop her from fearing for her friend’s safety.
“Hey, do you have any plans tonight?”
Y/N stopped cleaning and looked at Bucky placing a hand on her hip. “We’ve been down this road, I’m not- “
“No no! Not asking you out for me!”
“What?”
“I’m going to a party tonight and my friend needs a date. He’d be perfect for you!” Bucky exclaimed.
Y/N rolled her eyes, “We’ve been down this road as well. I said no more blind dates!”
“Oh, come on Y/N! This is the last one I swear! He’s my best friend! Do you think I’d be best friends with a jerk?”
“You are a jerk,” Y/N muttered, making Bucky chuckled.
“Well, he’s not. He’s one of those humble, shy guys. You’ll like him, I promise!”
“I haven’t said yes yet!”
“Party is at 7! We’ll pick you up at 6:45!”
“At least tell me his name!”
“It’s Steve!” Bucky called as he left the diner.
Y/N let out a sigh in frustration, praying she wouldn’t regret this.
Y/N checked her makeup in the mirror one last time, admiring her light blue dress and black heels. Before she could do anything, else there was a knock at the door.
Bucky whistled when Y/N opened the door and she rolled you rolled your eyes. Beside him stood a man you had never met before. He was barely an inch taller than Y/N, skinny, with blond hair and blue eyes. Then there was Bucky’s date, a pretty brunette with her arm linked with his.
“Hey, sweetheart!”
“I told you to stop with the pet names!” Y/N chuckled making Bucky smile. She turned to the other man, “You must be Steve, nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Y/N” The two shook hands.
“If you two don’t kiss by the end of the night I’ll be disappointed!”
“And if you don’t kiss Sally by the end of the night she’ll be disappointed!” Steve shot back making Sally blush.
“Let’s just go,” Y/N chuckled. The boys nodded in agreement and the group headed off.
The party was at a friend’s house not too far away, which you were thankful for since Y/N was walking in heels. Bucky walked with his date in front of you and Steve, Y/N could hear her giggle as Bucky told a joke.
“So, how long have you known Bucky?”
“Since we were kids, been best friends all our lives,” Steve answered. “What about you? How did you two meet?”
“He spilled coffee on me at the diner” Y/N quietly laughed at the memory.
“Oh yeah! He mentioned you worked at Joe’s. How long have you been a waitress?”
“Five years now.”
“Do you like it?” Steve asked.
“It pays the bills, but I certainly don’t wanna work there for the rest of my life.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to be a journalist, but you know how hard it can be for a woman to get anywhere in life.” Y/N muttered.
“What would you want to write about?”
“Anything, honestly. Anything that allows me to travel. What about you? What do you want to do?”
“I want to join the army,” Steve answered.
“That’s an admirable thing, have you applied?”
“I have but, I was turned down for… reasons.”
Y/N nodded, deciding it was better not to push the subject. They arrived at the party before Steve and Y/N could continue the conversation.
Music played loudly, people drank, and couples danced. Y/N had lost Bucky and his date in the crowd and Steve had seemed to disappear. She leaned against the wall and watched the people around her. Y/N was perfectly content to people watch until someone decided to disturb her.
“Hey there sweetheart”
“I’m not your sweetheart” Y/N muttered to the drunk stranger, but he didn’t seem to hear her.
“Wanna dance?” He placed a hand on her hip that Y/N quickly pushed away.
“No thanks,” She moved to walk away but he grabbed her wrist.
“Oh, come on doll, I promise to show you a real good time” he whispered in her ear making her cringe.
“I said, no!” Y/N tried to shove him off, but he wouldn’t budge. Suddenly, the man was pulled off her and Steve was standing between the two of you.
“I believe she said no.”
“Mind your own business!” The man growled.
“Leave her alone!” Steve demanded sizing the man up or at least trying to. He was a good foot taller than Steve.
“Steve, can you walk me home? Please?” Y/N whispered in his ear, trying to stop this from becoming a fight.
Steve glanced at the man one last time before nodding and leading Y/N outside.
“Thank you, for saving me,” Y/N said quietly as the two walked down the sidewalk.
“Wouldn’t have to save you if I hadn’t disappeared, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not! I was just so nervous and was afraid of screwing this date up that it took a ten-minute pep talk from Bucky to get me to find you.”
Y/N slightly smiled at his words. “Well,” you looped your arm through his as you spoke. “I’m glad my hero decided to come to the rescue.” She could see a small blush appear on his cheeks at your words.
“Seems I messed up the date anyways, barely got to know you.”
“I wouldn’t mind a second try.”
Steve looked at Y/N surprised. “You mean, you’d like to go on another date with me?”
“If you’re asking, then yes” She giggled. Steve’s face broke out into wide grin.
“I’d like that very much Y/N” He answered as you two stopped. Y/N now stood in front of her front door. “Would Tuesday work?”
“Tuesday’s perfect” Y/N stepped closer and gave Steve a peck on the cheek. “Goodnight hero.”
Steve stood outside Y/N’s door a for a few moments after she had already gone inside. “Goodnight,” he whispered, touching the place where her lips had just been.
Y/N looked up from the register at the sound of the door opening and smiled.
“Hey cookie,” Steve walked over and pecked her on the lips.
“Told you not to call me that!” Y/N giggled. Steve rolled his eyes.
“Right. So, how’s your day going?”
“Alright, tips are low today, but Billy said his wife is pregnant!”
“Make sure to give them my congratulations”
“I will,” Y/N assured. “So, what did I do to earn this unexpected visit?”
“Can’t a man visit his girl while she’s at work?” Steve walked around the counter and wrapped his arm around her waist.
“He sure can,” Y/N smiled up at him as his nose brushed hers. Thank God Joe had gone on an errand!
“Hey, love birds!” The couple groaned and stepped away from each other making Bucky chuckle.
“Now, this was an unexpected visit I could do without.”
“Oh hush! You love me!”
Y/N just smiled and shook her head.
“Hey! we should go dancing tonight!”
“Bucky, you always wanna go out!” Steve chuckled.
“Yeah, but you two never come! Come on! It’ll be fun!”
“I’d be up for some dancing.”
Steve looked at Y/N a little surprised. “Seriously?”
“Yeah! Come on! Bucky’s right, we haven’t gone dancing in ages” Y/N pleaded.
Steve sighed in defeat, “Fine.”
Y/N let out a squeal and hugged Steve who laughed.
Y/N was putting on her lipstick when there was a knock at the door. She slipped on her shoes and walked over.
“Right on time!” She exclaimed opening the door. Steve’s smile widened at the sight of his girl. Y/N was wearing a red dress, which was Steve’s favorite, that she had worn on their first date. Well, it had really been their second date but since the first one didn’t go so well they considered the second one to be their do-over.
“You beautiful,” Steve whispered kissing her cheek. Y/N linked her arm with Steve’s as he waved a cab over.
“You made it!” Bucky exclaimed waving his two friends over. He hugged Steve and kissed Y/N on the cheek. She ordered some drinks and started up a conversation with Bucky’s date while Steve talked with the guys.
“Oh, I love this song!” Karen, Bucky’s date, exclaimed. Bucky held out his hand and they made their way towards the dance floor.
Steve smiled at Y/N and raised his eyebrow. “May I have this dance?” He asked dramatically making her giggle.
“You may,” Y/N did a little curtsy and took Steve’s hand. The two spun around on the dance floor. Laughing and joking as they tripped and stepped on each other’s twos once or twice.
The band started to play a slow song and Steve pulled his date close. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the smell of his cologne. Steve kissed Y/N’s forehead and rested his chin on the top of her head.
“Can I ask you something?” He whispered.
“Sure,”
“Why don’t you like pet names? Like Baby or sweetheart.”
“I just don’t like them. They sound so fake to me you know? Those are things guys call out to girls to their attention. Doesn’t sound very endearing to me.” Y/N explained. Steve hummed in response.
“What about darling?”
She looked up at Steve in confusion. “What?”
“Can I call you darling?” He asked. “Don’t hear guys shouting that one too often.”
Y/N smiled, “Darling… I like it!”
Steve chuckled and kissed her nose. “My darling.”
Y/N checked herself in the mirror for the hundredth time, making sure everything was okay with her appearance. “Well, either I leave now or risk being late,” She muttered to herself. Y/N grabbed her bag and headed outside, looking for a taxi.
“You’re late,” Joe stated as Y/N entered the diner. She hung up her hat and coat.
“I’m sorry, I had an… appointment that went longer than I expected.” Y/N apologized as she tied on her apron. Joe leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, giving her a knowing look.
“So?”
“So, what?”
“How did the interview go!”
“How did you- “
“I’ve known you for five years, did you honestly think I wouldn’t figure it out?” He chuckled.
Y/N smiled and shook her head. “Well… I got the job!”
Joe let out a shout of joy and hugged her. “That’s amazing! Wait till I tell Hellen! Your dad would have been so proud!”
Joe and Y/N’s father had been old war buddies before her father died a few years ago. He had worked as a journalist after leaving the army and after growing up hearing her father’s stories and travels Y/N were eager to follow in his footsteps.
“Have you told Steve?”
“Not yet, I never even mentioned the interview because I didn’t want to get his hopes up” Y/N explained. “Not to mention if I get assigned closer to the war, I know he’ll worry out of his mind!”
“Would the New York Times send a woman so close to danger?”
“They like what I write, and the boss says I’ve got the ambition and smarts to survive out there. Besides, you know how I am, I like to be where the action is.”
Jo chuckled at Y/N’s words. “Just like your father…” He muttered. “You should tell Steve soon though, with the way he’s been talking, he may be asking a pretty important question soon.”
Y/N bit her lip and could feel herself begin to blush. The two had talked about getting married of course, and maybe even the possibility of kids being in their future. But Steve still wanted to join the army and, so it seemed he would not propose till the war ended. At least, that’s how it seemed to Y/N.
“I’ll tell him tonight. We’re going to the Stark Expo with Bucky and then dancing later. It’s his last night before getting shipped off so we wanted to make it special.” Y/N answered. Bucky had gotten his papers a few days ago. She had of course been happy for Bucky, but could not the fear that filled her chest every time she thought of Bucky out on the front.
“Ah! There she is!” Bucky exclaimed as Y/N approached. “Fashionably late as always!”
Y/N laughed, “Sorry, had to help Joe with the cleaning tonight.”
Steve smiled and pecked you on the lips. “Glad you could make it, darling.”
“Me too,” Y/N gave Karen a hug and Bucky a kiss on the cheek. “Look who’s looking smart in his uniform!”
Bucky stood up straight and did a salute making the girls giggle. “Now come on! Or we’ll miss the show!”
Y/N took Steve’s hand in hers as they started to head towards the stage. “I have some news to tell you later.”
Steve glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, but Y/N just smiled.
The group walked around looking at the different displays before making their way towards the stage as the music began to play. Steve offered Y/N a peanut which she gladly took. The crowd clapped as Howard Stark walked onto the stage, kissing one of his showgirls before taking the mic from her.
“Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even half to touch the ground, at all?”
The showgirls removed the tires from the car that sat on stage.
“With Stark Gravitic Reversion Technology, you’ll be able to do just that.” Stark turned on a knob on the small panel before him and pushed a lever up.
“Holy cow,” Bucky whispered at the sight of the car rising into the air. There was a spark and a loud bang as the car came crashing down onto the stage.
“I did say a few years didn’t eye?” Stark commented making the crowd chuckle as they clapped.
“Hey, Steve, what do you say we treat our girls to- “but Bucky stopped when saw Steve was no longer there. Y/N sighed, already knowing where he had run off too.
“Why does he keep doing this?” Karen muttered. Her and Y/N stood by a street light watching Steve and Bucky argue outside the office where you could apply to join the army.
“Because he’s a hero” Y/N groaned shaking her head. She admired Steve’s integrity and perseverance to join the war. He had all the right reasons too. But it didn’t prevent her heart from stopping every time Steve mentioned he had applied or the sleepless nights she had spent worrying about him.
Bucky turned to walk away, and Y/N heard Steve shout something about not winning the war. Bucky turned back to Steve, gave him a salute and walked back to the girls.
“He’s doing it again,” Y/N stated. Bucky nodded.
“Do you wanna come dancing with us?”
“No, it’s alright, I’ll wait for him.”
“We can wait with you if you want,” Karen offered. Y/N smiled and shook her head.
“You two go have fun, make sure to show Bucky a good time!”
Bucky smiled and hugged Y/N. He kissed her cheek before pulling away. “You take care of him for me.”
“And you come home in one piece!” Y/N responded squeezing his hand. She hugged Karen and then watched as Karen and Bucky walked off.
Y/N walked over to a bench outside the building and sat down. It was going to be a long night.
“Darling!”
She looked up to see Steve jogging over.
“What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you” She stated standing up. “So?”
“I got accepted!” Steve exclaimed. The smile on his face crushed her heart.
Y/N forced a smile, “That’s amazing! When did you get shipped out?”
“Three days!” Steve was still grinning. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her. “Hey, didn’t you say you had some news too?”
Y/N cleared her throat and nodded, taking a small step back from Steve. “I, um, I applied for a job at the Times. Had the interview today, and I was hired as a journalist.”
“Y/N that’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me you were applying?”
“I didn’t want you to get your hopes up,” Y/N laughed.
Steve kissed her again, barely able to contain his excitement. It took every bit of strength Y/N to not cry then and there.
Y/N turned off the lamp at her desk and grabbed her coat. It had been a long second day at the office and she just wanted to go home and sleep. But she couldn’t. Her Steve was leaving tomorrow to fight the war and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
“Hey, Darling!” Steve pulled Y/N close and kissed her. They stood in her doorway for a moment enjoying each other’s embrace.
“So, what does my brave soldier want to do for his last night?” Y/N asked adjusting the color on Steve’s uniform. She had to admit, he did look handsome.
“Oh, I have a few ideas.”
Y/N let out a squeal as Steve grabbed her hand and took off running.
“Hey, you two!” Joe called out as they entered the diner.
“Hey, Joe!” Steve responded as he and Y/N sat across from each other in their usual booth.
“Joe’s?”
“Our favorite place” Steve smiled as he spoke. Y/N could not help but smile back. This was Steve’s night, so she was up for whatever Steve wanted.
They ordered their favorite meals. Talked about the silly pigeon man who was always outside the supermarket. Y/N talked about her work day and the story she was working on. It was just how it had been every evening they had eaten dinner together.
“So where to next?” Y/N asked as they stepped out into the cool night air.
“You’ll like this one,” Steve smirked. He took Y/N’s hand in his once again and they walked off.
“Dancing? But you hate it!”
“But you don’t,” Steve answered. The two headed inside the building and hung up their coats. “You wore the red one.”
“It is your favorite,” Y/N commented, doing a little twirl in her dress. They walked onto the dance floor and Steve spun her around and around. Y/N couldn’t remember the last time they had had this much fun.
They danced for hours, through every song, till they were the only couple left on the floor.
Steve had his arms around her waist. Y/N had her hands pressed against his cheeks as their foreheads touched. She wished this moment could last forever. Just a for a moment, there was no war to fight, nothing to be afraid. They were just two people in love, enjoying each other’s company.
“We should leave,” Steve finally spoke, breaking the trance.
Y/N nodded.
They walked in silence. No words in the English language seemed right to describe what they were feeling in this moment, how they felt for each other. Which is the cheesiest thing in the world, but love is even cheesier.
They arrived at Y/N’s front door and they stood there staring at each other, knowing this would be the last goodbye said for a long time. And maybe, a small chance though it may be, this goodbye could last forever.
“Darling…”
Y/N let out a sob and jumped into Steve’s arms, kissing him as hard as she could. Pouring every unsaid thing into him. Steve held on as tight as he could.
“I have something for you,” Steve whispered, forcing himself to pull away. He reached into his pocket and brought out a small black box. Once opened, it revealed a gold ring, with a small diamond on it. “I know it’s not much to look at, and I told myself I’d do this after the war, but I”
“Are… Are you asking me…” Y/N couldn’t even finish her question. Steve smiled down at her and nodded. Y/N let out a giggle. “You have to do it properly! Or I won’t answer!”
“Properly?”
“Get down on one knee!” Y/N laughed. Steve rolled his eyes but did as she asked.
“Y/N, my darling, would you marry me?”
“Yes!” Y/N laughed through the tears. Steve got up and slipped the ring onto Y/N’s finger before pulling her in for another kiss.
“When I get back, we’re going to have the best wedding. And Bucky will give the worst best man speech, we can dance all you want, and hell, I wear whatever tux you want no matter how uncomfortable it is.”
Y/N tried to laugh but all that came out was another sob as the tears once again welled up in her eyes. Steve held her in his arms trying to soothe her.
“I’ll come,” He breathed against her hair. “I swear it.”
“Stay,” Y/N whispered against his chest, tears now rolling down her cheeks.
“Y/N… I can’t- “
“I don’t mean don’t go tomorrow, I mean just stay for tonight.”
Steve bit his lip and closed his eyes. He let out a sigh and nodded. Y/N opened her door and the two walked inside.
Y/N woke the next morning to find herself alone. She looked over to the right side of the bed to find a piece of paper where Steve’s head once laid. She picked it up and unfolded it.
I’ll come home to you, my darling, I always will.
All my love,
Steve
Y/N put all her energy into her work. Taking every story, she could find. Anything to keep her distracted was very much appreciated. Y/N, of course, received many letters from Steve. Talking about his training and one even contained a humorous story about him pushing down a flagpole. Of course, he could not give any details about where he was or the specifics of his training, but Y/N loved each letter all the same. She did her best to write about happy things like work, Bill’s newborn son, Joe’s. It was comforting to know he was not yet in the line of danger. But she knew that time would come.
“Y/N! Boss wants to see you!”
“Thanks, Clark!” Y/N called back, getting up from her desk. She took a deep breath and smoothed out her skirt before making her way to the office door.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” Y/N asked poking her head into the office.
“Miss Y/L/N! Yes, come in. Have a seat.” The large man motioned to the chair in front of his desk. Y/N quickly sat down.
Nervous was an understatement for how she felt. Being unexpectedly called into the boss’ office could never be good.
“I’ve been looking over your work, and this is good stuff. You have a good eye for details and you’re not afraid to be blunt.”
“Hard truth is always better than a pretty lie is what my dad always said,” Y/N let out a nervous laugh.
“Glad to hear you say that, because I have a job for you, and I don’t want someone who will hold back!” He exclaimed. “A friend of mine, who’s a scientist that works with the army, has given me permission to send in one journalist to observe his new experiment tomorrow. Apparently, he has created a serum that will give a man incredible strength, making him a super soldier essentially.”
Y/N nodded, “And you want me to be the journalist you send?”
“If you’re up for it. You’re good at getting answers, which is damn near impossible to do with those army people. Got all their secrets under lock and key they do.” He grumbled.
“I have question sir, why did you pick me?”
“Because you’re new, untested waters. I don’t know how you are under pressure, how you deal with a hard story. The stuff you’ve been turning in is great, but I need someone who can go deeper. Who isn’t afraid to break a rule or two.”
“And you think that someone could be me?” Y/N asked, sounding a bit surprised.
He smiled. “Well, we won’t know unless you try, now will we?”
Y/N bit her lip, pondering the situation laid out before her. “I’ll do it!”
“Excellent! My friend’s name is Dr. Abraham Erskine. I’ll have my secretary send you the details you’ll need for tomorrow. You’re going to do great Miss Y/L/N, I can feel it in my bones!”
Y/N only wished she had the same feeling in her bones. Instead, she felt like she might vomit.
Y/N woke up early and put on her best suit, did her hair, and makeup. She wanted to look professional. Like she knew what she was doing. Which she did! To an extent…
Y/N called a cab and gave the driver the address she had been given. Not long after the cabs stopped in front of a small shop called Brooklyn Antiques. She paid the driver and made her way to the shop. A small woman, who stood behind the counter, smiled at her.
“Wonderful weather this morning, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but I always carry an umbrella” Y/N answered, making sure to say it exactly as she had been told to.
The old woman reached under the counter and pressed a button. Y/N walked through the curtain into another room. Where there was a large old bookshelf. A few seconds later, the bookshelf swung open revealing a hallway that resembled a military hospital. Y/N showed her ID to the soldier at the door who then led her into a small room that overlooked the laboratory. She couldn’t help but notice that she was the only woman in the room.
Everyone began to quiet down as the doors opened and a woman and soldier, who was presumably the one who would undergo the experiment, entered the lab below him. Y/N felt a breath get caught in her throat. She would recognize that man anywhere. She walked in shock as Steve removed his hat, shirt, and tie before climbing into what looked like a large metal casket.
“Jesus. Somebody get that kid a sandwich!” Y/N heard one of the men comment.
The woman who had entered with Steve walked into the booth. Upon seeing Y/N she walked straight towards her.
“Are you Miss Y/N Y/L/N?”
“I am. I’m here representing the Times.”
The woman smiled, “I’m Agent Carter, Steve talked about you the whole drive here. Even showed me a picture, which is how I recognized you. You’ve got a good man.”
“Yes, I do,” Y/N whispered looking down at her fiancé.
“Can you hear me? Is this on?” The Doctor spoke into the microphone. Everyone stopped talking and turned their attention towards him. “Ladies and gentlemen, today we take not another step towards annihilation, but the first step on the path of peace.
Y/N watched as they strapped Steve down and a nurse gave him a shot.
“Serum infusion beginning in, five, four, three, two, one!” The doctor ordered. A lever was pulled by one of the assistance and the blue liquid hooked up to the machine Steve was in was shot into his arms.
Stark pulled another lever and the thing Steve was in raised itself till he was in a standing up position. The metal coffin closed.
“Steve? Can you hear me?” Dr. Erskine asked tapping on the small window.
“It’s probably too late to go to the bathroom, right?”
Y/N couldn’t help but slightly smile at Steve’s humor.
Stark turned a dial and put on some glasses before slowly turning a small black wheel. “Ten percent! Twenty percent…Thirty!”
The light shining through the small window grew brighter and brighter. Y/N held up her hand, trying to shield her eyes from its harshness.
“Vital signs are normal!”
“Fifty percent! Sixty… seventy!”
Steve began to yell out as if he were in pain. Y/N sat forward, barely able to breathe. Agent Carter rushed out of the room.
“Steven! Steven!” Dr. Erskine shouted banging on the container.
“Shut it down!” Agent Carter ordered, now in the laboratory. “Shut it down!”
“Kill it Mr. Stark! Shut it down!”
“No!” Steve shouted making everyone freeze. “Don’t! I can do this!”
The Doctor nodded to Stark who started to turn the wheel again. Upon reaching one hundred percent, sparks began to fly from the machines and the light suddenly died out.
Everyone climbed to their feet as the container opened. But Y/N’s fiancé was not inside. In his place was a man who was about six feet tall, with muscles as large as Y/N’s head!
She couldn’t wait any longer. Y/N rushed out of the booth and made her way into the lab below. “Steve!” She exclaimed now standing in front of him.
“Y/N…” Steve fell into her arms, nearly crushing her. He would have if Dr. Erskine and Stark hadn’t pulled him back up. “What are you…”
“Never mind that! How do you feel?”
“Taller…” Steve muttered, looking around as if he were in a daze. A nurse handed Y/N a shirt that she passed to Steve. Once he was he got the shirt on and could stand on his own, Steve turned back to Y/N.
“What are you doing here?”
“Reporting for the Times!” Y/N exclaimed. “Also, what the hell!” Y/N punched Steve’s arm which hurt her more than it probably hurt him. “Since when did you decide to go and do a dangerous experiment?”
“Y/N I- “
“I’m your fiancé! Soon to be wife! You don’t keep things like that from me!”
Steve just shook his head and smiled before kissing her.
“Rogers!”
“Colonel Philips,” Steve answered turning to his boss. “May I introduce my fiancé, Y/N.”
“Nice to finally put a face to the girl Rogers won’t shut up about,”
“Did you tell everyone about me?” Y/N laughed shaking the Colonel’s hand.
Suddenly, there was an explosion in the booth. Steve shielded Y/N from the glass as they all crouched down.
“Stop him!” Dr. Erskine shouted. He was pointing at a man who had grabbed one of the vials contained the serum. He raised his gun and fired, hitting the doctor, before turning to run. Steve and Y/N rushed to the Doctor’s side.
The bullets had penetrated his chest. He could not speak. Dr. Erskine tapped Steve’s chest before taking his last breath.
Steve took off after the gunman with a look that scared Y/N. She said a quick prayer for the gunman’s soul.
Y/N paced outside the building waiting for Steve. He was getting tests run, or at least that was all anyone was willing to tell her. At the sound of a door opening Y/N stopped and turned. She rushed over and hugged Steve.
“It’s weird hugging such a tall guy,” She whispered making him laugh.
“God, I missed you” He pulled back just enough so he could kiss her. Once the need for air became too great to ignore, they pulled away from each other.
“So? What happens now?” Y/N asked holding his hands. They were so much bigger than her own!
“Well, the senator gave me job.”
“You’re not going with the Colonel?”
“No, says I’m not enough,” Steve muttered.
“Hey,” Y/N put her hands on his cheeks. Was it just her or did his jawbone somehow become even sexier? “Don’t listen to that asshole.”
Steve smiled, “You have no clue how much I missed you, darling.”
Y/N let out a squeal as Steve picked her up and spun her around. “Bigger you is going to take some getting used to!”
Summary:Jo Carter is Shield’s top agent and biggest secret. Though nothing as big as her own secret. She is the daughter of Captain America and Shield’s own founder, Peggy Carter. Her father never even knew Peggy was pregnant before he went into the ice, so what will happen when he wakes up? More importantly, how will Jo handle meeting her father for the first time?
Ever since Chris learned your name he seemed to suddenly know lots of things about you. He knew how you liked your coffee and would occasionally show up with a cup when he wanted to come over and chat. The guy always seemed to have chocolate on him, not that you were complaining. Especially since he did not mind sharing. You two finally had a real friendship and you could not be happier. Of course, you tried not to get your hopes up but were completely failing. Because every time you saw him approach your door, or he smiled at you, or you heard his laugh you could feel your heart stop. You could feel yourself trying not to blush and you didn’t realize you had been smiling the whole time he’d been there until your cheeks started to hurt.
You were arranging the new roses that had just come in when your phone dinged. You walked over and opened the text, not bothering to stop the small smile at the sight of Chris’s name on your screen.
Up for an adventure? - C
You chuckled and quickly typed back a reply.
Always! – Y/N
Great! So here are the rules! I’ll send you clues on how to find my super-secret locations and then you send a pic letting me know you’re there before I send the next clue! Are you up to the challenge? – C
Bring it on Evans! – Y/N
You bit your lip anxiously awaiting his reply. What was Chris up to? Was this one of his silly pranks?
First clue: White chocolate raspberry cheesecake – C
You had to laugh out loud at this.
You could at least make it hard! – Y/N
You threw on your coat and closed up shop before heading your way. You knew exactly where Chris was talking about.
You arrived at the little café and headed inside. The man behind the cash register, Tony, instantly began to watch your every move. You couldn’t blame him considering what had happened last time you were here.
“Relax, Chris isn’t with me”
Tony sighed with relief. “I figured since he stopped by earlier and told me to give you this,” Tony reached under the counter and brought out an Amaryllis and handed it to you.
“Thanks!” You called before heading outside. You took out your phone and held the flower up and took a selfie, making sure to get the café’s sign in the background.
Found your gift! – Y/N
AnAmaryllis, which means beauty, for a beautiful girl – C
You feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you typed back a reply.
Quit your flirting Evans and tell me the next clue! – Y/N
Anxious, are we? Alright then, your second clue is: Pigeon - C
You could at least make this hard – Y/N
You put your phone away and headed to your next destination.
You arrived at the pigeon park and smiled at the memory of Chris being chased by a whole flock of them because he refused to give them more food. You could almost hear him yelling about how they needed to stop being selfish and share the food with each other.
“Oh miss! Excuse me! Miss!”
You spun around and noticed an old woman sitting on a bench who was waving at you. “Yes?” You asked approaching her.
“Are you Y/N?”
“I am, how did you- “
“Chris asked me to give this to you” She smiled at you as she held out an Aster.
“Thank you!”
“You’ve got yourself quite the boyfriend” She gave you one of those knowing looks old women give.
You smiled and thanked her once again before heading towards the pigeons. You took another selfie with the flower and pigeons before sending it to Chris.
Saw your old pals – Y/N
A flower that represents patience because those damn birds need to learn some patience! – C
Is this scavenger hunt leading somewhere? – Y/N
Patience. Now, your third, and FINALE clue, is: Popsicles – C
You rolled your eyes and put your phone in your pocket before calling an uber. This was not a location you could walk to.
“Thanks!” You called to the Uber driver as you climbed out. He gave you a quick wave before driving off. You headed down the trail that leads into the woods. Why Chris had chosen this place, you didn’t know. The two of you had hung out here a couple of times and had even brought popsicles to enjoy one warm day like you had done as a kid. That had been one sticky disaster.
You finally entered the clearing where a small, white gazebo sat in the center of it. When you got closer, you gasped.
“You found me,” Chris smiled and stepped out onto the grass. You couldn’t believe what you saw.
The gazebo was decorated with multiple kinds of flowers. Gillyflowers, Gardenias, and even some yellow acacias could be seen. Then there stood Chris at the center of it all, holding a red rose.
“I know they don’t all match, but they all mean relatively the same thing and the website these were good ones to give someone you love.”
“Love?” You whispered, eyes going wide.
“Yeah, love” Chris bit his lip and swayed a bit on his feet, obviously nervous.
You stepped closer and took the rose from him, smiling down at the bouquet you now had. You stood on your tiptoes and lightly pressed your lips against his. Chris placed his hands on your hips pulling you closer.
“Does that mean you love me too?” He breathed when you pulled away.
“I wouldn’t have kissed your stupid face if I didn’t.”
Chris laughed and kissed you again.
“You’re squishing my flowers!” You giggled.
“I’ll buy you more,” Chris ignored your complaint and wrapped his arms around you. “Love you flower girl.”
“Love you too dumbass.”
“Can I have a different nickname?”
“Why? The current one suits you.”
Chris rolled his eyes, “Just shut up and kiss me.”
You had no complaints about complying with his request.
The Avengers were all in Clint’s house as he sat in the living room with his family. Tony threw darts, Natasha and Jo sat at the dining room table, Banner stuck to a corner, and Steve leaned against a wall.
“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time. My contacts all say he’s building something. With the amount of vibrainum he made off with, I don’t think it’s just one thing.”
“What about Ultron himself?”
“He’s easy to track. He’s everywhere. The guy is multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit. It still doesn’t help us get an angle on any of his plans, though” Fury explained.
“Is he still going after launch codes?”
“Yes, he is. But he’s not making any headway.”
“I cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare!” Tony exclaimed.
“Yeah, well I contacted our friends at the Nexus about that.”
“Nexus?”
“It’s the world internet hub in Oslo.” Banner answered. “Every bite of data flows through there. Fastest access on Earth.”
“So, what’d they say?”
He’s fixated on the missiles, but the codes are constantly being changed?”
“By whom?” Tony asked. He flinched as an arrow sped past him, hitting the bullseye on the board. Clint slightly smirked.
“Unknown parties”
“Do we have an alley?”
“Ultron’s got an enemy. That’s not the same thing.”
“Still, I’d pay folding money to know who it is” Jo muttered.
“I might need to visit Oslo, find out who our unknown is.”
“Well, this is good times boss. But I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you’d have more than that” Jo remarked.
“I do. I have you.” Fury responded. “Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere. Ears everywhere else. You kids had all the tech you could dream up. Here we all are, back on Earth, with nothing but our wit and our will to save the world. Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing standing between him and his mission. And whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this, laid in a grace. So, stand. Outwit the platinum bastard.”
“Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk”
“You know what Romanoff?” Steve groaned.
“So, what does he want?”
“To become better,” Steve spoke up. “Better than us. He keeps building bodies.”
“Person bodies. The human form is inefficient. Biologically speaking, we’re outmoded. But he keeps coming back to it” Tony added.
Jo noticed Banner stepping towards the table. He was looking at the drawing of a butterfly Clint’s daughter had made Natasha.
“When you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed.”
“They don’t need to be protected,” Banner muttered. “They need to evolve. Ultron is going to evolve.”
“How?”
“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?”
“I’ll take Natasha, Clint, and Jo” Steve spoke as he attached his shield to his back.
“Alright, strictly recon. I’ll head to Nexus and join you as soon as I can” Tony answered as the two walked towards the front door.
“If Ultron’s really building a body, he’ll be more powerful than any of us.”
“Maybe all of us” Tony added. “An android designed by a robot.”
“You know, I really miss the days when the weirdest thing science ever created was us,” Jo remarked as she approached the two men. Steve nodded in agreement.
“I’ll drop banner off at the tower,” Nick said as he slipped on his coat. “You mind if I borrow Ms. Hill?”
“She’s all yours. Apparently.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. Something dramatic I hope,” Fury smirked as spoke and then headed out the door.
Cap and Jo climbed onto the roof of a building as the quinjet flew off.
“Two minutes. Stay close.” Steve ordered.
The two rushed into the lab, Jo glanced around, noticing the dead scientists and broken equipment.
“Doctor Cho!” Steve exclaimed, rushing over to the injured woman. They knelt before her, Jo grabbed a towel and applied pressure to her wound.
“He’s uploading himself into the body,” Cho gasped.
“Where?” Steve demanded, but Cho shook her head. He moved to get up but Cho stopped him.
“The real power is in the cradle. The gem, it’s power is uncontainable. You can’t just blow it up. You have to get the cradle to Stark.” Cho explained.
“First, we have to find it.”
“Go,” Cho croaked.
“Did you guys copy that?” Jo asked as she and Steve moved through the building.
“We did” Clint answered.
“I got a private jet taking off across town. No manifest. That could be him.”
“There, it’s a truck from the lab” Clint spoke up, looking down at the highway below him. “Right above you Cap. On the loop by the bridge. It’s them. Three with the cradle, one in the cab. I could take out the driver.”
“Negative!” Steve exclaimed. “That truck crashes the gem could level the city. We need to draw out Ultron.”
Jo and Steve made it to the highway above the road the truck was on. They waited for the truck to get closer before raising across the road and jumping down. They landed on the truck with a thud. Cap climbed down onto the back doors just as they were blasted open. They hit the ground with Steve on top.
“Well, he’s definitely unhappy. I’m gonna try and keep him that way.”
“You’re not a match for him Cap, even with Jo’s help”
“Thanks, Barton” Jo grumbled, the sarcasm in her tone was obvious.
Ultron blasted Steve onto the car behind them. He grabbed onto another car and flung himself onto the roof of the car.
“You know what’s in that cradle?” Ultron asked. Steve and Jo hid behind his shield as Ultron shot another blast of energy at them. “The power to make real change. And that terrifies you.”
“I wouldn’t call it a comfort,” Jo snatched the shield and threw it at Ultron. It bounced off the robot back to her.
“Hey, that’s my move!”
“Then move a little faster old man!” Jo grunted as she rolled out of the way of Ultron’s blow. Steve threw the shield this time and it got lodged in Ultron’s chest.
“Stop it!” Ultron growled. He tossed the shield onto the road and blasted Steve onto the top of the cab. He struggled to climb back up.
Jo swung her arms around the robot’s neck from behind and they wrestled. Ultron grabbed her arm and spun Jo around before picking her up by the neck. Jo glanced down in time to see Natasha on a motorcycle, who tossed her Steve’s shield. She used it free herself and rolled out of the way as Ultron fell. Steve made it back up shoved Ultron back down just as he tried to stand. A blast of energy shot Jo onto the car following them. Before she could stand, Ultron lifted the ground causing the car to flip. Jo scrambled to her feet and moved out of the way of the flying vehicles. She jumped off a moving car and back onto the roof of the truck. She grabbed Ultron by the head as she flew through the air and flipped him. Steve caught the shield and brought it down on the platinum bastard.
Suddenly, the quinjet came around a building and Clint fired on Ultron. The guards who were still with the cradle now flew towards the quinjet.
Steve grabbed Ultron and threw him into a concrete pillar. The metal man flew back and he and Steve tackled each other, falling into a nearby train. Jo followed.
“I’m going in, can you guys keep him busy?”
“What do you think we’ve been doing?” Steve sighed as he dodged another blast.
Natasha jumped off her biked and into the back of the truck. Before she could do anything, the two robot guards grabbed the sides of the truck and lifted it into the air.
“Package is airborne, should I take the shot?” Clint asked once the truck was over water.
“Negative, I am still in the truck!”
“What the hell are you-”
“Just be ready” Nat ordered. “I’m sending the package to you.”
“How do you want me to take it?”
“Um, you might wish you hadn’t asked that,” Nat remarked as she cut off the straps.
Jo ducked and kicked Ultron’s feet out from under him. Wit in seconds he had her against the wall. Jo tilted her head, dodging another punch. She grunted in pain as one hit her on the side. Out of nowhere came a flash of blew and Ultron went flying. Red energy controlled the luggage racks, trapping Ultron on the other side of the train. Jo looked over at Pietro who winked at her. She couldn’t stop the small smile from appearing on her face. The interaction did not go unnoticed by Steve, though he knew this was no time to bring it up.
“Please, don’t do this” Ultron pleaded.
“What choice do we have?” Wanda asked. Ultron fired at Pietro who moved out of the way in time before he flew out of the train.
“We lost him! He’s headed your way!” Steve exclaimed as him and Jo raced to the other side of the train. They found a dead conductor and saw the end of the tracks quickly approaching. The train went off the tracks, people held onto whatever they could.
“Cap, have you seen Nat?”
“If you have the package, get it to Stark!”
“Do you have eyes on Nat!”
“Go!” Jo screamed, trying to keep herself from flying off the train. “There are civilians in our path!” She shouted at Pietro who nodded before speeding off.
“Can you stop this thing?” Steve asked looking to Wanda. She nodded.
Jo watched as her friend shot red energy from her hands. She heard the creaking of the train as Wanda struggled to bring it to a stop, but she was successful. Once the train stopped people began to help one another off. Wanda and Jo rushed over to Pietro who was bent over panting.
“I’m fine, I just need to take a minute” He assured them, leaning against a wall.
“I’m very tempted not to give you one,” Steve remarked.
“The cradle, did you get it?”
“Stark will take care of it.”
“No, he won’t.”
Jo didn’t like the look on Wanda’s face. “What is it?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Stark’s not crazy.”
“He will do anything to make things right!” Wanda exclaimed. Steve looked at her for a moment before stepping back.
“Stark come in. Is anyone on coms?”
“Ultron can’t tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it” Wanda explained. “Where do you think he gets that?”
“I’m gonna say this once” Steve boomed as they entered the lab.
“How about nonce”
“Shut it down!”
“Nope, not gonna happen.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing!”
“And you do?” Banner asked. “She’s not in your head?” He motioned to Wanda as he spoke.
“I know you’re angry- “Wanda began.
“Oh, we’re way past that. I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade.”
“Banner, after everything that’s happened- “
“Is nothing compared to what’s coming!” Tony shouted.
“You don’t know what’s in there!”
“This isn’t a game!”
Pietro glanced at Jo and she knew exactly what he was thinking. She slightly smirked and nodded. Pietro sped around the room, turning things off and pulling giant plugs out of the cradle.
“No, no, go on. You were saying?” He asked. A gun went off and a bullet shattered the glass floor beneath his feet.
“Pietro!” Wanda exclaimed.
Clint placed his foot on Pietro’s stomach, stopping him from getting up. “What? You didn’t see that coming?”
A computer started to beep.
“I’m rerouting the upload!” Tony exclaimed. Steve threw his shield at the computer and Tony fired using the hand from his suit as the back attached itself to him. Steve attacked. Wanda moved to stop it but Banner wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Go ahead, piss me off” He taunted. Jo grabbed Banner and pulled him off Wanda, shoving him aside.
Before they could do anything, else Thor came into the room and jumped onto the cradle. He raised his hammer and lightning appeared. He shot it down into the cradle. Once he stopped, the cradle exploded and Thor went flying. A man came out of the white smoke. His skin was a mixture of metal and red. He slowly rose to a standing position. He set his eyes on Thor and dove towards him. Thor threw the man through the glass window and into the living room. They all quickly followed, to find the strange man floating in midair. Staring at his reflection in the window. Grey cloths appeared on his skin as the man floated down towards them.
“I’m sorry. That was, odd” He spoke, now standing on the ground. “Thank you” He added nodding towards Thor. A golden cape appeared on his back.
“Thor, you helped create this?” Cap asked.
“I’ve had a vision. A whirlpool that sucks in all hope and life and its center is that” Thor pointed towards the yellow stone on the man’s forehead.
“What? The gem?”
“It’s the mind stone. It’s one of the six infinity stones. The greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities.”
“Then why would you bring it- “
“Because Stark is right.”
“Oh, it’s definitely the end times,” Banner remarked.
“The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron.”
“Not alone.” The man added.
“Why does your vision sound like Jarvis?”
“We reconfigured Jarvis’s matrix to create something new.”
“I think I’ve had my fill of new” Steve grumbled.
“You think I’m a child of Ultron” The man spoke as he and Tony circled each other.
“You’re not?”
“I’m not Ultron. I am not Jarvis, I am…I am.”
“I looked in your head and saw annihilation” Wanda spoke up, stepping towards the man.
“Look again”
“Yeah, her seal of approval means jack to mean” Clint sneered.
“Their powers, the horrors in our head, Ultron himself, they all came from the mind stone. And they’re nothing compared to what it can unleash. But with it on our side- “
“Is it?” Jo interrupted. “Are you? On our side?” She asked the man.
“I don’t think it’s that simple”
“Well, it better get real simple real soon” Jo demanded.
“I am on the side of life. Ultron isn’t. He will end it all and- “
“What’s he waiting for?” Tony asked.
“You.”
“Where?”
“Sokovia. He’s got Nat there too” Clint answered.
Banner stepped forward with a dark look in his eyes. “If we’re wrong about you, if you’re the monster Ultron created you to be…”
“What will you do?” But Banner didn’t answer him. “I don’t want to kill Ultron. He’s unique and he’s in pain. But that pain will roll over the Earth. So, he must be destroyed. Every form he’s built. Every trace of his presence on the net. We have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others. Maybe I am a monster, I don’t think I’d know if I were one. I’m not what you are and not what you intended. So, there may be no way to make you trust me. But we need to go.”
The room fell silent and Thor looked a bit awkward at the sight of this man holding out Thor’s hammer. He took it, and the man walked away. No one knew what to say.
“Right. Well done” Thor patted Tony on the shoulder before walking off.
“Three minutes,” Steve ordered. “Get what you need.”
Jo changed into fresh clothes and strapped on clean weapons. She made sure she had extra bullets and her favorite knives. She was about to meet up with the group when Pietro hesitantly entered the room.
“I came to- “
“All is forgiven” She quickly said. Pietro relaxed. He held out his arms and Jo rushed into them. He held her tightly before Jo pulled back and kissed him. She never realized how much she had ached for him till now.
“I have missed you every day” He whispered. He moved his lips to her cheek and then her jaw, before leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. “When this is over you and I are going far away. I’m going to take you on a real date.”
“Where?” Jo whispered. She tugged on Pietro’s locks, bring his lips back to hers.
“Anywhere you want to go my luchik (Russian for little ray of light)” He answered before kissing her again. Jo pressed herself closer to him, taking in every moment of this and burning it into her mind. Never wanting to forget this feeling. She felt safe and loved in his arms. Forget saving the world, if he asked her to run away there was a part of her that might have said yes.
“I love you,”
“And I you.” He answered. “We will make it through this, I promise.”
Jo didn’t answer because she knew that was a promise that couldn’t be kept. She kissed him all over his face. Pietro chuckled as Jo kissed him on the nose.
“Hey, love birds!” The two jumped apart and Wanda chuckled. “You are lucky it was I who caught you and not the Captain.”
Jo rolled her eyes and walked over to Wanda. The two embraced.
“I’m glad the three of us are together again” Jo smiled as she spoke. Wanda nodded in agreement.
“Come on, we better go before your father sends a search party,” Wanda stated.
“Do you think he likes me?”
“No!” Both Jo and Wanda laughed as they walked out of the room with their arms linked.
Summary: You’re a writer, too, but Steve has never pushed for you to share. It’s nerve-wracking as all hell, but you’re gonna show him. You’ve *got* to show him what you’ve been working on now. It’s time.
(This is gonna be split between two posts because I wasn’t expecting a few very small ideas to weave together into 5k+, but this half is basically all lovey fluff before a tooouch of smooooot in the next.)
Your hands are so clammy they stick to the pages still warm from the printer. The manuscript is sloppily bound; you didn’t feel this warranted a fancy seal. It could all go in the bin at any moment. If Steve for one tiny second doesn’t seem to approve, it’s game over. You’ll delete the whole file and burn all the copies…although currently, this is the only hard copy on the planet.
Gosh, you need to find a better phrase since you are now set to marry into an intergalactic band of heroes.
Only hard copy in existence. There. That’s more accurate.
You’ve chosen the day you and Steve officially move in together, into a new, bigger apartment on AvIn campus, to hopefully take some of the pressure off of this moment, this…present. Steve’s so over-the-moon about your new space—since you now have an extra bedroom that is the agreed ‘studio’ space for you both—plus a second bathroom and its own laundry. He’s gone off on several little shpeels about hating that someone else washes all of his clothes. Dry-cleaning and the tact suits, he understands, but his boxers? Steve doesn’t like handing that task off. It’s always made him uncomfortable. It makes him feel high and mighty. It makes him feel like Tony, though he’ll never be caught dead admitting that. So your fiance self-corrects to the point of hauling his own army duffel down to the laundry and chats up some staff while he uses a machine for himself wheneverhe possibly can. Once or twice he even brought his laundry over to your apartment, your old apartment now, to hang out with you during the cycles. It took a lot of effort to convince the man you’re gonna marry that he should maybelet you wash both of your things together when he isn’t around to do it himself.
Logic was a mighty weapon that day, but from Steve’s face, hell likely froze over in the process. He’s a stubborn git when he wants to be, and you love it. He loves you because you won’t let him be a stubborn git for too long. He gets to throw his ‘back in my day’ tantrum. He’s heard…and then you immediately offer him the logical option which was your choice in the first place. Everyone’s happy. When it doesn’t really matter, you let Steve win. Compromise is the name of the game.
You even compromised on what you consider is not pulling your weight when it comes to moving. Steve insisted he carry all the boxes himself, two by two, across the entire compound. His logic: it will be about the equivalent of his dozens of mile runs or the hours-long training he does regularly. It’s not as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be. He kissed your forehead as a warning. This was just one of those things he wasn’t going to budge on. You weren’t ever going to win this argument.
And so you took the time to print out this and hope for the best. Two hundred and seventy-eight pages weigh a fuckton, say nothing of the weight of their meaning. Your palms are sweating full-stop now.
Since your desk had to be driven from your off-campus apartment to the compound, it was one of the first things moved in. You set the beast of pulp down with a thud, leaving it to rest and cool off—or maybe just you need to rest and cool down—because Steve’s not back from his latest pickup from downstairs. Shame, but oh well, you’ll do it later.
The manuscript fits in the second drawer. You even put it face down, so it looks just like a stack of paper, not even Steve’s good drawing paper. He has no reason to look or to want it. It’s only going to be until you next see him, which might be seconds away. That thought makes your stomach swirl harshly.
Now to grab some lunch. He’ll be so proud you remembered to feed yourself without his prodding, especially because you aren’t sitting at work with a whole group of people who walk out to do just that every day. Compromise and growth. It’s a beautiful thing.
* * *
“D’ya’know, one of the perks of billionaire life is paying someone to do this for you,” Tony drawls with a click of his tongue slapped on the end for good measure. He doesn’t help, of course; he just leans against the door frame.
“Yeah, well, I’m not a billionaire, Tony.” Steve lifts the third-to-last box of books and papers (plus one surprise), the heaviest by far because you efficiently stuffed it full, a Tetris of bricks. Good thing he’s a super-soldier, or you would’ve had to unpack it and carry the same contents in four smaller bins.
“You and the misses are so cheap,” Stark chides.
Steve doesn’t even correct him. Tony has offered so many bad ideas for the wedding that Steve needs a single day without giving him ammunition. “We aren’t cheap. We’re thrifty. It’s a good quality to have. Maybe you could even try it sometime.”
“Ew—“ Tony wrinkles his nose as if he too saw what the empty fridge looked like this morning “—why.”
Steve snorts and pushes past the loving idiot in his way.
“When’s the housewarming party?” Tony calls after him.
If Steve could roll his eyes hard enough to shake the ground beneath Stark’s feet, he would, but alas, that kind of power eludes him. You two are only moving to a different floor, one with larger (and thus fewer) residentially suites. Instead of Steve’s original and perfectly adequate one-bedroom apartment, you’ll have three rooms and two and a half baths. You and Steve agree that it’s a bit excessive, even though you’ve been giddily chatting on how to use all the space several nights in a row, legs tangled together in bed as Steve called dibs on the smallest room to use as a studio.
You’d crossed your arms in a huff of fake irritation, shoving your naked breasts together in a ploy to distract him (in the dark because you know he can see that and it will get you what you want). “Fine, but then the other is an office or work storage. And that includes—“ you emphasized your point with a finger to his chest “—your suit, shield, and weapons. I don’t want them in the closet anymore.”
“Hmm,” Steve acted perplexed, using his Cap voice for a minute, “what if I say ‘no?’”
You cocked an eyebrow and shimmied your feet behind his calves. “That’s the hill you wanna die on?”
“No.“ He leaned forward and pushed your arm out of the way, hand sliding over your ribcage so his thumb could caress the soft swell of you. It’s his favorite. “But you’re very cute when you’re annoyed.”
“Oh, welcome, Captain Critical to my bedroom,” you teased.
“Our bedroom.” Steve’s arm wrapped around your back to pull you closer. He’d kissed you with a smile on his lips because he knows it makes you giggle. “Must be true love if I move the suits for ya, huh?”
Steve fondly recalls all of this while he waits for the elevator. These books are actually heavy enough that he doesn’t take the stairs.
You had then playfully smacked his arm.
“No, Sketch. Separate bathrooms is true love.”
He just smiled wider, hugged you a little closer, and ticked his nose up to nuzzle at your neck.
“That’s the saying, huh? Separate bathrooms make the heart grow fonder?”
He would have laughed if he weren’t thoroughly distracted by the pulse of your heartbeat against his lips. Suddenly, you didn’t have any more quips for him either.
The elevator dings, and there you are, smiling brightly as you see it’s him.
“I’m gonna get us some food. You’ve earned it, big buy,” you say with a wink, but Steve hears a nervous edge to it. Maybe you’re still concerned with how heavy the boxes are or how many trips back and forth he’s been taking, but since he’s almost finished before lunchtime, he doesn’t see the big deal.
So all he replies with is “sounds good.”
It does sound good. It sounds perfect because you’ll be out for a bit and he’s got that surprise to hang in the new place. Since he knows he can grab it now, he hurriedly drops off the heavy box and races to the stairs. He saved the surprise for last, but two boxes ahead of schedule will do just fine.
Only one other thing, he wants to write a little note, but everything is packed away. There might be paper floating around in your desk still. He’ll take a look when he gets back up.
* * *
It takes way longer than it should to drive out and pick up Indian. There’s traffic, a line, a substitution they needed to make when something suddenly ran out, but it’s fine. You are nowhere near as put out as the staff rushing around the packed restaurant (and you got a refill on mango lassi, so you can’t complain).
You ask Friday to swing open the door since your hands are full. It still smells like new apartment when you step in, and you passingly wonder if your first meal will christen the whole place with a homey aroma. If that’s the case, your mouth is going to water every time you come home, an impulse Steve will wildly approve of since it’s just another reminder he won’t have to give.
Steve isn’t visible from the entrance or the kitchen. You put the food on the counter and check to see if anything will need heating a little more before digging in, and then you see it.
A long rectangle wrapped in brown paper sits across the coffee table. It’s not a shape you recognize as one of the paintings you packed from downstairs, but it sits with the taped side up. Maybe Tony dropped it off? He loves to collect art. Well, Pepper loves to collect art, and Tony loves to ownart.
Your finger slices beneath a corner fold. Steve’s not really one for surprises—another reason you’re so worried about your little project—so he won’t mind if he’s not here for an unveiling of a gift. Where is he anyway? Only one of the huge book boxes is there sitting by the door, so he might still be—
Oh my god.
It’s…it’s…
It’s you. The whole thing is you, or you two rather. Nearly two feet tall and one foot wide, it’s a close-up of your favorite photo of you and Steve.
But this isn’t a photo. Steve has drawn you in painstaking detail, with vivid colors, and soft edges. His arms are wrapped around you from behind as he curls forward to kiss your cheek. Your head is lifted with a huge, toothy smile, open and laughing. Natasha took the original. You and Steve don’t really remember to take photos much, and there was one time, just one time, you joked that “it’s no big deal, he can sketch us anyway” in front of everyone. You’ve never seen him draw you, but you don’t ask because he wants things private until he shares them, like everything about you two and your relationship so far.
Butoh my god. You loved the original photo. You didn’t care that you didn’t have makeup on or that you wore one of his oversized sweaters. You didn’t care that your flesh rolled just a smidge between his tight arms across your middle. You didn’t care that your hair looked a bit lost because it was pulled back and out of frame. That was the photo.
This. This is you and Steve absolutely perfect. The tone of your hair is noticeably portrayed in a style you love, your skin is flawless, and he’s changed the sweater he wears to your favorite color. He hasn’t made it hyper-realistic. He didn’t simply copy over what he saw in the photograph. He interpreted what you adored about it with a few added bonuses. You look amazing. You look joyous. Most importantly, he’s captured how in love he looks by your side, enveloping you, feeding your body his heat on that brisk cold day.
You can feel that heat in your cheeks now.
“Steve,” you call out, unable to take your eyes off the art. His art. It’s already framed and everything. It’s like he knew you would want it up right here in the living room. “Steve!”
It’s odd he’d take so long to come back up—shit.
On your way to the door, you see him. He’s leaning on your desk because there’s no chair. You’ve ordered a new one, and it hasn’t arrived yet. In his hands, Steve is flipping through a document about three hundred pages thick. Your brain can’t even make up any option but the worst.
He found it. He found it with no explanation, no lead-in, no excuse.
“Sweetheart,” you huff in a rush to get over and take it back before too much damage is done. It’s not as perfect as his drawing of you; you know now that it’s not ready. Your sinuses seize and threaten to flood your vision while you beg to have it back, but Steve just holds out a long arm and easily keeps you at bay while he continues to read…
…about himself, about his life.
You’re not even sure what gibberish comes out of your mouth before he finally lifts a crystal clear gaze to you.
“What is this?”
“It’s nothing. It’s stupid. Please just put it down. I promise I’ll get rid of it if you—“
“Keeps,what is this?”
“Um, it’s,” and then you mumble a bit. His stern look tells you to try again. “It’s a…biography. Kinda. I wrote down every story you’ve ever told me. And then I…put in commentary about why it’s all important. How it all—“ a shaky breath ravages your tense system “—made you the man you are today.”
“Honey,” Steve starts with an inscrutable tone. You’re not sure what’s coming but your mind is on fire. “When did you start this?”
You giggle nervously, afraid to admit the truth, but he’ll know. Steve Rogers will know if you lie to him.
“The day…” you say quietly, “the same day you…when I sat on your couch for the first time. The day my hand was injured, again, well, the second time. I wrote down little descriptions of how you looked sketching, real you, not Captain you. I didn’t know what I’d do with it, but I knew even then that most people don’t get to see that. It just…snowballed from there.”
From where his finger sits in the stack, Steve’s already forty to fifty pages in. How long has he been in here? Jeez! He looks down at the manuscript and then back out toward the hall. He runs a broad hand over his face.
“So like a year,” he questions.
You nod and bite your lip.
“Dang, I—“ The sharp, slapping thud of paper on your desk startles you until you’re pulled into a huge hug. “I only spent three weeks on the picture.”
“Heh,” you cry-laugh. Your shoulders kick up to your ears even under the weight of Steve’s arms. “I’m an over-achiever.”
Now it’s his turn to laugh, but he’s more focused on tucking his arms beneath yours to lift you up. Your hands slide across his shoulders and bury your fingers in his hair. Steve hums between chuckles. You can feel his smile through your shirt at your collarbone.
His words are muffled in the fabric. “What’s it called?”
You quickly sweep away a few recklessly shedding tears and gasp in relief. “Ah, well, the working title—the one I’m leaning toward—is The Son of Joseph and Sarah.”
Steve stops laughing. He grips you tighter for a long moment.
It’s bright daylight. You both are fully clothed in a nearly furniture-less room. You aren’t even eye-to-eye, but neither of you has ever been so exposed to the other. From early on, Steve said he struggled to find the lines to capture you. You replied by saying you wanted the words to describe him. You’re both here now, at the finish line of your separate lives, at the start of your lives together, and you’ve done it: you’ve learned one another enough to show what you’ve seen. It’s beautiful. It’s flawed. It’s a long, long time in the making. It involves so many people and experiences you weren’t around for, but you understand.
You let Steve hold you as long as he wants, and after what feels like an eternity (which isn’t enough), he untucks his face and sniffs the air.
“Oh, wow, that smells good. I’m starving.”
You’d completely forgotten again. Good thing he’s around to remind you.
I can’t handle how sweet Steve would be in a relationship, guys. Like this literally haunts me at night–his cuteness, his support. Just dying, but really happy about it? Ugh, ok, happy Thursday everyone! Dignity get’s updated tomorrow…
Wowowowow does it feel nice to get back behind the keyboard.. Anywayyss this was requested by an anon and I’m so grateful for their idea. IF THAT ANON IS READING THIS I WOULD LIKE TO LET THEM KNOW THAT I WOULD PUT THEIR REQUEST IN THE DESCRIPTION BECAUSE THIS WAS THEIR IDEA BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO SPOIL IT. I LOVE YOU NONNIE. I might stretch this out into a couple parts because knowing me, if I try to fit this all in one fic, I’d be sitting here for hours. Without further ado, here it is. And I love you all. xoxo
Summary: You and Steve have been together for three years and a seemingly pleasant day turned sour when disaster hits the city. When having to choose between saving you or a civilian, he doesn’t choose you..
It was a Sunday morning, the warm sunlight hitting your cheek through the sheer curtains that hung in front of your bedroom window that looked down on the bustling city. The slight hum of the passing cars pulled you from your blissful sleep, and you turned over on your side to face the other sleeping body in your bed. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting themselves the rays of light that now adorned your room. The man sleeping by your side had tossled golden hair, his full lips slightly parted. Your heart seemed to burst at the sight of him. But, it always did that. The two of you had been together for two years, almost three, and every morning when you woke up to his sleeping form, it seemed like you were falling in love with him all over again.
You smiled shyly, placing a light kiss on his nose. His eyes moved beneath his eyelids as his drew out a long exhale.
He hummed against his lips. “Good morning.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest.
“Good morning, babe.” Your voice was muffled against his soft grey shirt, the comforting smell filling your nose. His hand moved along your back, tracing small circles with his thumb. You tilted your chin up, your soft gaze landing on his. “I know I say it enough but, I love you, Steve Rogers.” This earned a warm chuckle from him.
“F/N, I could hear you say that all day long.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, and you proceeded to prop yourself up on your elbow, so that you were eye level with him. He watched you as your eyelashes flicked upward as your eyes locked with his. You placed a chaste kiss against his lips, cracking a smile when you pulled away. Steve gawked at you. “What? That’s it? Come on, babe. You gotta give me more than that.”
Suddenly, Steve’s body was hovering above you as he attacked you with kisses that made the two of you erupt in laughter.
“Steve!” You giggled as his scruff tickled your neck. His blue eyes met yours when you cupped his face and pulled him into a loving kiss. Your lips seemed to mold perfectly to his, the always blissful moment of kissing him created butterflies in your stomach. You pulled away, studying every inch of his face, almost fearful you would one day forget it. One corner of his mouth pulled into a smile as he leaned down to place another passionate kiss against your lips. You ran your fingers through his hair as you smiled against his lips.
“Baby, I hate to ruin the mood, but I’m thinking about running down to the coffee shop for some breakfast.” You bit your lip in embarrassment.
“Somehow, you read my mind.” He began to plant sweet kisses along your neck. “And I’m guessing you already know what I want?”
You hummed contently as his lips made chills run down your spine. “Mhhm. But, I’ll never make it to the coffee shop if you keep this up.” You laughed, pulling him away from your neck, and placing one more sweet kiss against his lips. He rolled off of you to let you get out of bed.
You threw on one of the outfits you frequently wore, and walked over to Steve who was still laying in bed. “I love you, and I’ll call you when I’m on my way back.”
“I love you, too. Be safe, okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows together, and you gave him a quick kiss. With him being an Avenger and all, he was always worried for people’s safety especially yours.
“I always am.” You gave him a wink, and Steve watched you walk out the door, that beautiful smile of yours being the last thing he saw. It seemed like a perfect Sunday. He woke up next to you, the love of his life. But, whether it would continue to be perfect? That was up for debate.
I hoped y’all liked it! This is merely the intro, and I’m planning for at least three more parts to this. Let me know what you think :) I love to hear feedback from you all. Just a daily reminder as well that I love you all so much and that I hope you have a fantastic day. <3
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Wowowowow does it feel nice to get back behind the keyboard.. Anywayyss this was requested by an anon and I’m so grateful for their idea. IF THAT ANON IS READING THIS I WOULD LIKE TO LET THEM KNOW THAT I WOULD PUT THEIR REQUEST IN THE DESCRIPTION BECAUSE THIS WAS THEIR IDEA BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO SPOIL IT. I LOVE YOU NONNIE. I might stretch this out into a couple parts because knowing me, if I try to fit this all in one fic, I’d be sitting here for hours. Without further ado, here it is. And I love you all. xoxo
Summary: You and Steve have been together for three years and a seemingly pleasant day turned sour when disaster hits the city. When having to choose between saving you or a civilian, he doesn’t choose you..
It was a Sunday morning, the warm sunlight hitting your cheek through the sheer curtains that hung in front of your bedroom window that looked down on the bustling city. The slight hum of the passing cars pulled you from your blissful sleep, and you turned over on your side to face the other sleeping body in your bed. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting themselves the rays of light that now adorned your room. The man sleeping by your side had tossled golden hair, his full lips slightly parted. Your heart seemed to burst at the sight of him. But, it always did that. The two of you had been together for two years, almost three, and every morning when you woke up to his sleeping form, it seemed like you were falling in love with him all over again.
You smiled shyly, placing a light kiss on his nose. His eyes moved beneath his eyelids as his drew out a long exhale.
He hummed against his lips. “Good morning.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest.
“Good morning, babe.” Your voice was muffled against his soft grey shirt, the comforting smell filling your nose. His hand moved along your back, tracing small circles with his thumb. You tilted your chin up, your soft gaze landing on his. “I know I say it enough but, I love you, Steve Rogers.” This earned a warm chuckle from him.
“F/N, I could hear you say that all day long.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, and you proceeded to prop yourself up on your elbow, so that you were eye level with him. He watched you as your eyelashes flicked upward as your eyes locked with his. You placed a chaste kiss against his lips, cracking a smile when you pulled away. Steve gawked at you. “What? That’s it? Come on, babe. You gotta give me more than that.”
Suddenly, Steve’s body was hovering above you as he attacked you with kisses that made the two of you erupt in laughter.
“Steve!” You giggled as his scruff tickled your neck. His blue eyes met yours when you cupped his face and pulled him into a loving kiss. Your lips seemed to mold perfectly to his, the always blissful moment of kissing him created butterflies in your stomach. You pulled away, studying every inch of his face, almost fearful you would one day forget it. One corner of his mouth pulled into a smile as he leaned down to place another passionate kiss against your lips. You ran your fingers through his hair as you smiled against his lips.
“Baby, I hate to ruin the mood, but I’m thinking about running down to the coffee shop for some breakfast.” You bit your lip in embarrassment.
“Somehow, you read my mind.” He began to plant sweet kisses along your neck. “And I’m guessing you already know what I want?”
You hummed contently as his lips made chills run down your spine. “Mhhm. But, I’ll never make it to the coffee shop if you keep this up.” You laughed, pulling him away from your neck, and placing one more sweet kiss against his lips. He rolled off of you to let you get out of bed.
You threw on one of the outfits you frequently wore, and walked over to Steve who was still laying in bed. “I love you, and I’ll call you when I’m on my way back.”
“I love you, too. Be safe, okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows together, and you gave him a quick kiss. With him being an Avenger and all, he was always worried for people’s safety especially yours.
“I always am.” You gave him a wink, and Steve watched you walk out the door, that beautiful smile of yours being the last thing he saw. It seemed like a perfect Sunday. He woke up next to you, the love of his life. But, whether it would continue to be perfect? That was up for debate.
I hoped y’all liked it! This is merely the intro, and I’m planning for at least three more parts to this. Let me know what you think :) I love to hear feedback from you all. Just a daily reminder as well that I love you all so much and that I hope you have a fantastic day. <3
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Summary: Y/N comes to one of Tony Stark’s parties looking bad as ever after her breakup with Steve, as she should.
A/N: Remember ladies, you are that bitch forever and always :) Once again gave a her a good ass outfit to show Steve what he’s missing.
“Is he here?” Y/N checked her makeup in Natasha’s mirror. Romanoff put on her heels so they could leave the room.
“That was one of the dumbest questions you just asked Y/N.”
Y/N huffed, running her hand on her slick back.“I’m just nervous, I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”
“You nervous? The Y/N Y/L/N is nervous to see Rogers? This so shocking.” Natasha remarked back, putting lipstick on her lips. Afterward, she bent over checking her phone. Y/N took that opportunity to smack her hand against Natasha’s ass making her yelp.
“Y/N!”
“I saw the opportunity and took it.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, rubbing her now throbbing ass. Y/N shrugged not bothered by her grumpiness.
“So you’re mad at me for doing but when Bruce does it, it’s alright? I demand equality!”
“Y/N hush.”
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Y/N walked in as the life of the party. All eyes were on her which she enjoyed to the max. “Excuse me.” She said nicely nudging against the large frame that stood in front of the bar. He wasn’t in the way but he wasn’t using the spot so Y/N wanted it.
“My apologies- Y/N?” Steve turned around to see his ex-girlfriend standing in front of him. She mentally cursed for not noticing that it was him.
“Hi, Steve.”
Y/N took in his features. He was larger since the last time she’s seen him. Steve’s beard was nicely groomed, his hair was a little bit longer, and he smelled wonderful. His nice looks were reeling her in and it took Y/N all her strength to not bring his sexy ass into a bathroom.
Steve was thinking the same thing. The way she was looking at him made his knees weak. “Y/N what are you doing here?”
“Well, I came to come party Stark style. Is that alright with you?” Y/N stood next to him, putting her weight against the bar. Steve bit his lip looking at her dress, she looked god damn amazing.
“Uh yeah, it’s alright with me. Y/N you look-”
“Steve, are you still coming to the dance floor?” He was cut off by Emma who is someone who has been wanting Steve forever. Y/N despises her because she was one of the reasons they broke up. “Oh Y/N I didn’t know you were here.”
“Yeah, I’ve been here for bout an hour now.” Y/N gave her a fake smile while the tension grew between the three. Steve scratched his neck out of awkwardness.
“Well, I’ll talk to you later Y/N.”
“No, he won’t, bye Y/N."Emma grabbed his hand, pulling him to the dance. Y/N turned around to the bartender, "Give me whatever strong.”
To admit, she was very jealous but Y/N didn’t want to show that Emma got under her skin. So she held her composure and did one thing that came here to do and that was to party.
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“Another!"Both Y/N and Thor yelled holding up their drinking glasses.’. She was placed directly in his lap, drinking as well. Steve watched in jealous how she was moving in Thor’s lap probably making him hard.
"Steve are you okay? You’re staring mighty hard.” Emma rubbed his hand but he moved back not taking his eyes off Y/N.
“I’m alright.”
Y/N went from drinking with Thor to letting guys lick alcohol from between her breast to dancing with any random guy on the dance floor. Steve watched it all.
“Woah calm down big guy, you’re going to break the glass."Bucky patted his back taking Steve out of his trance.
"I’m not, I just…” Steve sigh taking a sip of his alcohol. “I want to kill every guy that touches her Bucky but she isn’t mine anymore and Y/N knows what she’s doing.”
“You don’t go with Emma right?” Bucky sat down beside him. Steve scoff drowning the rest of his drink. “She’s obsessed with me and I don’t want her. I want and desire Y/N.”
Being the good best friend he is, Bucky gave him advice. “Go get your girl back man. You love and miss her dearly so get a shot of something strong then fuck the shit out of her. It’s a really simple plan.”
Steve narrowed his eyes at him, “She doesn’t want anything to do with me Bucky.”
“You don’t know that."Bucky slid him a shot of something that he didn’t recall. "Now go get your girl back.”
Without second thoughts, Steve took the shot then got up from the bar going over to Y/N on the dance floor. Bucky watched him like a proud parent.
Steve clenched his jaw seeing her ass grind against another dude’s package. “Y/N let’s go.” Y/N stopped dancing, tilting her head.
“What? Steve what are you doing??”
“You’re leaving with me."Steve grabbed her hand but the guy she was dancing with grabbed her waist.
"I think it’s pretty obvious that the woman doesn’t want to leave with you.” He said but Y/N looked at him confused too because who was he to take up for her. She didn’t even know who he was. Y/N pulled his hand off her waist, “Uhh excuse me sir, you don’t have anything to do with this so hush.”
“I was just trying to help you bitch.” He pushed Y/N which Steve didn’t tolerate. Without thinking, Steve punched him. Y/N gasp, covering her mouth.
Steve leaned down to him on the floor,“Disrespect my girl and I won’t hesitate to give you another black eye.” He stood up grabbing Y/N arm dragging her out of the party to the balcony. “This why I don’t like you wearing this without me Y/N.”
“You just punched some guy and you’re worried about what I’m wearing?!? You just embarrassed me, Steve!” Y/N snatched away from him, angry.
“Embarrassed you? Y/N you’ve been showing your ass all night like I wasn’t there.” Steve creased his brow, raising his voice a bit.
“Steve we aren’t together!!! I’m single! Get that through your head!"Y/N was now yelling at him. Steve shook his head.
"You’re not single Y/N. You’re mine.” He grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him. Y/N wasn’t going down that easy, she pushed against his strong chest but his grip stayed firm.
“Steve we broke up! I can do whatever the fuck I want!”
The couple stared into each other eyes, the way Steve looked at Y/N sent chills down her spine.“I will hurt any guy that looks at you or even tries to touch you. Every part of you belongs to me Y/N.” He kissed down her neck, knowing exactly where her sweet spot was.
“Do you understand me?”
Y/N moaned out in pleasure, running her hands through his hair. “Y-Yes.”
Steve’s large hand smacks against her ass. “Yes, what?”
“Yes,Daddy.”
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Y'all this took me too damn long to write lmaoo
I don’t really like it but oh well.
I should’ve written smut but my head hurt too damn bad to write anymore. To my girl @kalopsia-flaneur, here’s your possessive steve. I hope you like it cause ya girl attempted it.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x BlackFem!ReaderDaughter, Steve Rogers x BlackFem!OC
Warning: Swearing, Fluff, Happiness, Angst a little bit.
Summary: It’s Steve’s birthday and Y/N has something up her sleeve.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVEEE!! I love you so muchh
“Okay put that over there!” Y/N pointed at the table where the fruit tray was going to sit. The 17 year old had everything going the way she wanted. Using her mother’s credit card undercover, Y/N planned a birthday party for her dad.
Now Steve and Harmoni didn’t see eye to eye. The previous married couple broke up (even though the divorce isn’t finalized) because of him being absent to much and when he goes on missions he takes his rings off. Harmoni was too hot headed plus very friendly which he didn’t like. It was major differences between them but it made them love each other more.
“Oh shit!” Y/N muttered seeing her dad picture show across the screen. Him,Buck, Sam, Natasha and Clint were on a mission which gave Y/N enough time to plan the surprise party that no one knew about.
“Y/N?” Her father’s voice came through the phone when she answered. She walked away from the noise that was made from the workers.
“Popsicle!”
“I’m just calling to check on you. Are you okay? We’re going to be there in the 3 hours or so.”
‘Yesss that’s plenty of time.’
“Yes Dad I’m alright, probably going to go hang out with Peter and Mj in a minute before mom come pick me up.”
He sigh,“She’s picking you up today? I was hoping you could stay longer. Stark wanted to take Peter and Morgan to Disney land sometime this week. Talk to your Mother on that for me.”
“Dad you talk to her!”
“Y/N…”
“Sorry Dad but I got to go. Uncle Tony is going to burn my grilled cheese if I don’t say something! Tell everyone I said hello!”
“Alright Y/N. Be careful with going out with Peter an Mj.”
“I will Dad.”
“I’m serious Y/N. I don’t want you to get hurt or anything. Your mother will kill me if that happens.”
“Alright Dad. This was supposed to be a short phone call.”
“Okay Y/N. Talk to you later.”
“Okay. Oh and Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Happy Birthday Dad, I love you so much.”
She could feel him smiling against the phone.
“Thank you so much princess. I love you too.”
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“Mom you’re over dressed."Y/N whined seeing her mother’s outfit when Harmoni walked onto the patio. Y/N did it big for her father because she feels like he deserves it. She had a big table of food, a mini photo booth, a bar for the adults, a dj, dance floor, fireworks for later. This was going to be the best party!
"Well you said Birthday Party honey."Harmoni picks up a piece of pineapple from the fruit tray. "All this for your daddy? You did your thing Y/N.”
That compliment made Y/N blush. “Thanks momma, Maybe I’d be able to do your birthday party.” Harmoni rolled her eyes playfully, grabbing another piece of fruit.
“I’ll think about it cause you expensive. Yeah I saw that you used my card.”
Y/N laughed as Harmoni wrapped her arm around her shoulders. “Sorry Ma, I wanted Popsicle to have the best party.”
Harmoni kissed her daughter’s forehead,“ It’s alright honey. Whatever you want to do, I’ll be there for support. Now let’s go check on these fireworks because I hope you got the ones that are really bright.”
—–
The party is supposed to start at 6:30 and it’s 5 something now. When the team got back, Y/N had yet to seen her dad. She saw Bucky and told him what she had up her sleeve and hopefully he told everyone else. Now it was just time to wait and find her father.
“Momma I’m going to go find dad so I can tell him to get ready.” Y/N got off the couch in the living room. Harmoni sat down her glass getting up too.
“I’ll go too. I wanna be nosey.”
“Really ma.” Y/N laughed grabbing her mother’s hand. They walked down the hallway to his room but they ran into Sam. Y/N let go of Harmoni’s hand running to her uncle.
“Uncle Sam!”
“Y/N! I haven’t seen you in so longgg!” He hugged his niece. When they pulled apart, he caught glimpse of Steve’s lover. “Damn, Harmoni when did you get fine girl?”
Harmoni blushed laughing, hitting his chest.“Whatever Sam. Have you seen Steve?”
Sam pointed to the elevator,“ Last I saw Steve was downstairs on the first floor. He probably still down there.”
“Okay Uncle Sam. See you at his party?” Y/N asked grabbing Harmoni’s hand again. He nodded smiling.
“You know I’m there!”
The two got on the elevator, going down to the first floor. There stood Steve talking to Sharon, it looked like they were flirting from how close he was to her. Y/N heart broke seeing that, to herself she always prayed that one day her parents would get back together. Unbeknownst to her Harmoni heart broke as well, praying the same thing as Y/N.
Y/N tried to speak but she couldn’t. Harmoni put aside her feelings and became the strong mother Y/N needed. “Steve.”
He stepped back confused until he saw his family. Steve held a finger up for Sharon, walking over to his girls. “Harmoni…What are you doing here?”
“I’m only here for Y/N.”
“You leaving Y/N? I thought you were going to ask honey.”
“No dad, we’ll talk about that later. Right now, I want you to get dressed for something."Y/N fumbled with her fingers hoping he would go along with it. Steve doesn’t really like his birthday, everyone knew this.
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. "Y/N whatever you have up your sleeve, cancel it.”
“Wh…What?” Y/N lip trembled, that really broke her.
“Steve this is different, this is your daughter not someone making a joke. Think about the hell you finna say next."Harmoni pulled her daughter close to her side. They made eye contact but hers was a hardened glare.
He didn’t want to so it but Steve didn’t want to be embarrassed. "Cancel it. You didn’t have to do whatever you did Y/N it’s not worth it. I have other plans.”
“Okay Steve.” Y/N muttered planting her face in Harmoni’s chest. That hurt him, she’s never called him by his first name. “Princess I’m sorry.”
“Don’t even worry about it Steve. We’re leaving and I’m getting full custody of her since you’ll rather do other shit then hang out with your own damn daughter. I can’t fucking believe you Steve!” Harmoni went off not caring about making a scene. That made him pissed off too.
“Take away my daughter?! Harmoni you can’t do that!”
“Watch me.” She snarled then walked to the elevator.
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“Man what did you do??” Bucky asked once Steve made it on the living floor. He had saw how pissed off Harmoni was when they walked past him. When Bucky asked her what’s wrong all she said was Steve.
“All I told Y/N is that I had plans and that she had to cancel whatever she had for me. I’m sure it wasn’t big.”
“Steve you canceled on your daughter, your own daughter. It doesn’t make sense! I know you’re embarrassed about your birthday but we’re all grown, the only person that is going to make jokes is Tony because he’s Tony. Get over it man, your daughter had something special planned that no one had ever did! Get your priorities right Steve."Bucky scolded shaking his head, leaving Steve to think about what the hell he just did.
"Fuck! What did I just do??” Steve cursed rushing to Y/N’s room before they left for good. To his luck they were just done packing. He walked in the room, pleading,“Princess! Harmoni! I’m sorry.”
“Steve it’s too late! You just proved to me that you would put anyone before her.” Harmoni rolled the luggage towards the door but he moved it away. “Steve move!” She yelled getting frustrated him.
“I’m not moving! I’m not letting you two leave out of my life Harmoni. You girls mean the world to me and I’m sorry I fucked up! ” Steve yelled taking the bags of her hands. He looked at his daughter who eyes held tears while she sat on the bed. He walked over, kneeling down in front of her,“Y/N princess, I would never put anyone above you. You and your mother are my number one priorities. I love you so much princess. Please forgive me.”
“Only if you come to the party.” She mumbled wiping her tears. Steve nodded his head,“I’ll come to anything you want me to come to Princess. I’m sorry.” A smile grew on her face as she hugged her dad.
“I forgive you Dad.” Hearing that felt like music to his ears. He hugged his daughter tightly. Steve looked at his ex-wife and she shook her head. They weren’t leaving. Y/N pulled back from the hug, “Now go get dresy, we’re late for the surprise!”
“Alright, Alright!” Steve laughed getting off the floor. He walked over to Harmoni to talk to her.
“I’m sorry Harmoni.”
“We’ll talk about it later Steve.”
———-
Steve held on to Harmoni while they walked to the Patio. Y/N had walked ahead to get everyone ready. Harmoni held on to the blind while Steve struggled ti walk. It was a comfortable silence between the 2 before Steve spoke up.
“I miss you so much Harmoni.”
“Steve I miss you too.”
“Let me take you out this weekend, we can talk about some things.”
“Steve we’re to different for each other. It didn’t work last time, what makes you think it will this time.”
“I know it will Harmoni. I have faith in us, I can’t do this without you.”
“I’ll think about it, we’re at the door. Have a genuine reaction please, Y/N put everything into this for you.” Harmoni kissed his cheek. He nodded, looking around as if he could see. She opened the door, leading him to the patio.
She dropped the blind fold and everyone jumped out yelling “SURPRISEEEE!!!” He jumped clutching his chest.
“ SHIT! Don’t do that!” He looked around to everyone he know and love here. The party looked amazing.
“Happy Birthday Dad!” Y/N exclaimed running up to him, giving Steve a hug. He laughed picking her up with ease. “All this for me? Thank you Princess!”
She wrapped her arms aound his neck.“Anything for you Dad!”
Hours later after the fireworks, everyone was either drunk or tired. Y/N was cuddled up to Bucky watching her parents slow dance to Steve’s favorite song. 40’s music.
-so it won’t be confusing, the eternal flame is now under Charmaine’s command so that mean if mazikeen say her trigger words she won’t fall back under mind control.-
4:30 a.m. Charmaine walked down the hallway to make some tea. “I hope there are some packets left.” She mumbled opening the cupboard seeing her favorite tea sitting on the bottom shelf.
After yesterday’s evening little incident, Charm and Bucky came home before the rest of the team. So she has yet to hold Morgan. Footsteps approaching the kitchen took her out of her thoughts.
“I thought I heard someone shuffling around down here.” Thor gave a small smile opening the refrigerator. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“No, and I don’t how I couldn’t even though yesterday I slept well.” Charm took her tea out of the beeping microwave. She grabbed some honey, pouring it into the cup.
“Did Barnes accompany you tonight?” Thor took some sliced pineapples and a bottle of water out of the fridge. Charm looked at him in disbelief.
“No. Bucky didn’t, he said he wanted to give me some space. I denied it plenty of time but he wouldn’t listen.” Charmaine still had a raised eyebrow at what Thor was eating. “I’ve been gone too long, when did you start eating that?”
She got excited leaning on the counter. “Is my Thor eating healthy now?? This is exciting!” Talking about something else other than what happened while she was kidnapped or her mental health made her happy. Thor laughs putting a piece of fruit in his mouth.
“In fact I am. I just wanted to uh..”
His smile widens thinking about something. That indicated to Charmaine that it was definitely a girl involved in this habit. “Omg Thor, you have to tell me everything!!”
He laughed but not too loud to wake everyone up while she grabbed his hand pulling him to the couch. The two began to talk about this amazing girl he met two weeks ago while he was out jogging. They had agreed on helping each other stay in shape. It was such a sweet story.
“Wait wait so you guys are going out for coffee in the next…” Charm checked the phone that Tony recently has bought her. “15 minutes.” She looked up at Thor to see if he needed to change anything.
“Let me fix your hair, Thor.”
His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really? You’d do that?”
“Yes.”
8 minutes later Thor sat between Charmaine’s legs while she fixed his hair and braids. She was almost finished until she realized something was missing. “Thor where is Loki’s piece of hair so I can put it in?”
“You actually remember what I told you about that?”
“Yes, I heard everything.”
Thor held up the piece of hair shyly. When she was finished, his hair looked brand new. “Thank you so much, Charmaine. It’s so good to have you back.” Thor hugged her neck while they stood beside the elevator.
“You’re welcome Thor, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” She kissed his cheek. “Now go have fun on your date. I love you!”
Thor walked inside the elevator with a huge smile.“I love you more.”
————–
an hour later Charmaine sat on the couch, barely able to keep her eyes open. Steve walking into the living room made her jump awake.
“I didn’t mean to wake you Charm.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Charmaine I literally saw you sitting there with your eyes closed. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Steve walked into the kitchen grabbing some things for training. You know he didn’t have his shoes on.
Charmaine sigh rubbing her face hoping the sleepiness would leave. Truth be told, she was scared to sleep by herself. Scared that the nightmares would come back and this time she wouldn’t wake up. “I wasn’t asleep, I’m alright.”
Steve came over, standing beside her. When she looked at him, her eyes were red from the lack of sleep. “Charm go get you some sleep. Are you okay? Do you need help with anything?”
“Steve-”
“I’m serious Charm, you look tired and I want you to be okay.”
“I’m okay!” She yelled without even trying. Steve looked taken back.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep Charm.”
Charmaine rubbed her face, “No Steve I’m sorry for yelling.” Tears weld in her eyes, “I just…I just wanna go to sleep without the nightmares. At first, I wanted to be alone, away from everyone but now I’m terrified to be by myself, Steve.”
Steve grabbed her hand, making her stand up. He pulled her into a hug, “Let it out.” She broke down in his chest, letting out her frustration.“I’m here to help.”
With Charm still cling to his chest, Steve walked down the hallway to Bucky’s room. He knocked on the door. 3 minutes later Bucky scrambled to the door, opening it. It was still too early in the morning for him.
“Steve?”
Charmaine covered her face, walking towards Bucky. He wrapped his arms around her, “Charm? What’s wrong? What happened?”
Steve shook his head, “She needs you and to sleep. You’re not overwhelming her Bucky so don’t push her away.” He kissed her forehead then closed the door behind him.
“Hold me please,” Charm whispered and Bucky nodded. He got into bed and she laid on top of him with his arms wrapped around her waist. Soon Charmaine’s breathing started to even out.
Bucky watched her as she fell asleep, understanding why she wanted him to sleep with her.
———
“Good Morning you,” Tony said sitting at the table. Lori sat on the couch rocking baby Morgan. Steve, Natasha, Thor, Peter, & Bucky sat at the table eating breakfast.
Charmaine gave him a small smile, going over to the refrigerator. Since she’s been back, the only person she hasn’t talked to is Tony.
It made him feel a certain way but he just wanted to give her enough space needed.
“Where is Alexis?” Charm asked getting out some apple juice but it went unanswered. Bucky paused his eating, going over to her. “Unt Unt get something to eat Charm.”
Charm rolled her eyes, “I don’t have an appetite right now. I just wanna sleep.” She grabbed a glass out of the cupboard.
Bucky grabbed a plate, putting cheese eggs, and sausage with toast. He went over to her spot at the table, sitting the plate down.
“Now eat.”
“Oh alright.” Charmaine rolled her eyes, grabbing the full glass and going to her seat. The food smelled delicious, and that made her appetite come back.
“You didn’t get any sleep Charm?” Steve raised an eyebrow. Charm nodded her head, eating on the eggs.
“I did. I’m just still tired.”
“So how you feeling Charm? Is everything okay since-”
Charmie cuts off Natasha before she could go any further.
“I’m alright, I promise you guys. Let’s not focus on me. I missed a huge part of everyone’s lives and I wanna know what I missed. Starting with you Peter!”
Thor looked at Bucky who just shook his head not ask.
Everyone noticed her weird behavior but just ignored it to keep her happy. “ We won the decathlon. Ned and I finished our big star wars lego set.”
“That’s so cool. I wanna see it.” Charm leaned forward intrigued. Morgan starts to cry and Tony gets up he could help Lori.
“Charm be honest with us. What happened when you were kidnapped?” Natasha furrowed her eyebrow, not caring if everyone wanted to ignore her weird actions. If Nat wants to know something, she’ll find out.
“Nat..” Bucky warned her but obviously, she ignored.
“I don’t want to talk about it Natasha, like seriously. It’s not about me right now.” The stare between the two was intense.
“Charmaine stop bullshitting us. Closed mouths doesn’t get fed. If you can’t tell us what happened, we can’t help you."
"Natasha you don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t need help.”
“Baby just go to the room, it’s not going to end well,” Tony whispered to Lori, he kissed Morgan’s head. Lori looked at him with worry.
“Okay, honey. I hope she is genuinely alright."
When Lori made it to the room, Tony leaned against the wall watching the scene unfold.
"Natasha that’s enough, don’t push it.” Steve looked between the two girls.
“Whatever it is, we don’t have to know.” Thor eased into the conversation. Bucky tries to grab Charmaine’s hand but she moves it away.
“No, she’s going to keep faking it with us. How are we going to know if she’s been faking it with us this whole time and has been working with Mazikeen. We. don’t. know.” Natasha sneered not taking her eyes off Charmaine.
“I’m not doing that. I am 100% myself!” Charmaine looked at her family that held uneasy looks. Believe it or not, Natasha was right. They didn’t know if Charmaine was putting on act for them and is working for Mazikeen. She looked at Peter.
“You believe her??”
“I don’t know Charm, you used to be so open but now if it isn’t Barnes, you’re shutting everyone else out. You’re not acting like my best friend anymore. What if this is your plan?”
That broke Charm. “W-What? No Peter.” She stood up, sad and angry. “ I can’t believe you’re all ganging up on me. There is nothing wrong with me.”
“Well tell us what happened with Mazikeen. What are you hiding Charm?!??” Natasha stood up, raising her voice. Charmaine’s sadness quickly turned into full anger.
“Natasha that’s enough!” Bucky stood up as well.
“No, it’s not enough. Tell us Charm! We’re your family and you’re holding secrets from us!?” Natasha leaned forward, trying to give her a push.
Charmaine yelled out in frustration giving into exactly what Natasha wanted. Her hair and eyes turned purple while her wings sprouted from her back. Her hands held fire. The team stared in shock at what she’s been hiding.
“Oh shit!” Tony spoke in disbelief.
“Holy Cow!” Peter yelped.
“I did not know she could do that.” Natasha mumbled not knowing what she got herself into.
The Eternal Flame stared at the team who debated if they wanted to get in defense mode. “Charm, just calm down.” Bucky eased towards her. “It’s just me and you.”
His hand grabbed onto hers,“Me and you.” Bucky looked her in the eyes, even when she was the eternal flame his love for her never change.
The Eternal Flame looked at everyone once more then returned back to Charmaine. Which traumatized her completely. She looked at her ‘family’ as tears formed in her eyes.
“Why would… Why would you make me do that?” She shook her head, letting go of Bucky’s hands. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “D-Don’t make me do it again. I can’t…”
“Charm…” Bucky’s heart broke seeing how scared she was.
“I can’t…” She cried walking away from the table. Charmaine went straight into her father’s. “Dad don’t make me do that again.”
“Without you wanting too. I won’t kiddo.” Tony kissed her forehead as she cried into his chest. Not knowing her powers, deep in thoughts Bucky was worried for his girl.
Tony shook his head at Bucky for him not to come closer. Barnes stared at them in sadness as they walked down to Tony’s shared room.
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I hope this is good for y’all I gotta start back writing again!!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC, Steve Roger x BlackFem!OC, Tony Stark x BlackFem!OC.
Warning: Swearing, Fluff, and mentions of nightmares.
Summary: Two weeks have passed and Charmaine tries to get used to being in the house but Mazikeen still has that effect on her.
This is dedicated to @badbiss@camsthesadgirlnow, I genuinely appreciated the love you guys have for this story, it means so much and it keeps me in touch with my imagination and keeps my stress down. Thank you <3
-2 weeks later-
Alexis wakes up in the middle of the night, clutching the cover to her chest. ’ it was just a dream.’ she thought. Her heart beats rapidly against her chest. After sharing a room with Charm for so long, being by herself the room seemed bigger.
Lex quietly closed the door to her room going to Steve’s room. She walked in seeing him laying on his stomach, lightly snoring. Steve felt the bed dip which woke him up to see Alexis getting in the bed.
“Had a nightmare?”
“Y-Yea, it feels weird sleeping in a big room so I considered your offer.”
“Okay,” Steve mumbles rolling over and going back to sleep. Alexis lay on her side facing his back. She grabbed a little piece of his shirt so in case she had another nightmare, the shirt would ensure that it wasn’t real.
Two weeks ago, Steve woke her up from a horrible nightmare. He offered to Alexis that if she didn’t want to sleep by herself that she could sleep with him. Loving the fact that another sleeping body was next to her, Alexis went to sleep feeling safe.
Bucky stared at the ceiling not being able to sleep for the 5th night in a row. He’s been giving Charmaine space because she’s been through so much. Not knowing that all she needed was him. He wanted to talk to her so bad but didn’t want to overwhelm her and was going to wait until she was ready.
With Charm’s nightmares, it took Alexis to help her back to sleep but tonight…
Charmaine’s blood-curdling scream wakes up everyone in the tower.
Bucky rushed out of the bed going straight to her room door. The team ran out of their room in attack mode.
“Someone broke in?!” Natasha asked. Sam stood beside her rubbing his eyes. (nobody noticed that they came out of the same room.)
“Does it look like we know Nat?”
“That sounded like Charm,” Thor said holding his hammer then turned his attention to her door. Lori held on to her 8-month belly, wincing from the pain. Before Steve could say something, Charmaine screamed again.
It took three punches and Bucky broke into her room. Charmaine was crying holding her head repeating the same thing.
“MAKE IT STOP!”
Bucky hovered over, shaking her shoulders. “Charmaine wake up! It’s me.”
She thrashed around in his hands thinking it was someone else. Tony held a face of worry watching his daughter, this was the worst one yet.
“I can’t watch.” Tears welled into Alexis’s eyes, she walked out with Steve right behind her.
“Lex?”
She didn’t respond but that didn’t keep him from not following her.
“Alexis?”
“What Steve?” Lex turned around swiftly with an attitude shown in her voice. She then realized that he didn’t do anything to her. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you okay?” He followed her into their room. She didn’t respond as she sat at the end of the bed. Steve leaned against the door frame not knowing if he should keep asking her. He didn’t want to overstep.
Alexis finally broke. “Steve, I’m scared. I’m so scared for me and Charm.” More tears fell as this time she couldn’t contain them. “Mazikeen has an effect on my life that if she was to come back, I know it’s going to be hell for both of us…”
Steve moved closer to her, “Well you won’t have to worry about her. I’m here to protect you now Alexis.” He sat down beside her and she wrapped her arms around his waist. “ I promise.”
He wiped her tears, held her close as she continued to cry.
——-
“Charm wake up! It’s just a dream.”
Charmaine opened her red eyes looked around nervously at the team. In instinct she jumped into his arms, planting her face into his neck.
Bucky held her tightly as she sobbed. The team took this time to walk out of the room. Tony stood there wanting to make sure she was okay.
“Do you got this Barnes?”
“I got her Stark.”
Tony nods his head leaving the room. “I hope she is okay.” Lori rubs his back,“ She going to be okay, Charm is a very strong woman.” Tony placed a kiss on
Bucky rocked her in his arms as if she was a baby.
“Please don’t leave me.” She sobbed into his neck. The nightmare was her killing everyone on the team and her powers were uncontrollable. The scene replayed in her mind as if it was her own personal hell.
Bucky placed a kiss on her forehead, in hopes that it will calm her down more.“I wouldn’t dare think of it. If you don’t mind telling me, what did you dream about?”
Charm pondered if she was to tell him what she actually dreamed about will scare him. She didn’t want him to think of her in a different way so she lied. “It was like she was here. Like she put that memory suppressing machine on my face.”
“I hate that you went through the same pain I went through. I’m so sorry I didn’t save you in time. Do you remember anything from being there?”
“I let myself fall Bucky, there wasn’t anything you could do. If anything, I should be apologizing for causing you pain that day. I only remember bits and pieces. When they come in, it makes my head hurt.” She admits while holding him close. “Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”
“Don’t apologize for anything Charm and plus I never intended on leaving,” Bucky said rubbing his metal hand through her hair. Soon the two were in her bed with Charm on top of his chest. This felt like old times to them.
“Bucky?”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too my lucky charm.”
“Tomorrow can we watch legally blonde? We never got our chance.”
“I’m really surprised you remember. Yeah, we can watch legally blonde tomorrow. I don’t mind.”
Charmaine traced circles on his stomach.
’Should I kiss him? fuck it, I’m doing it.’
She sits up bringing her face close to his. Bucky’s blue eyes stared into her brown ones as it felt they were the only two in the world. Without hesitation, Charmaine placed her plump lips onto his soft ones.
The kiss was passionate and filled with love. It lasted a minute until Charm pulled back realization hitting her.
She was kissing her best friend. “Shit Bucky, I’m sorry. I hope this doesn’t make-”
Bucky grabbed her face pulling her back into another passionate kiss this time it was longer.
———-
That was the best sleep since the last time the two of them shared a bed. Charmaine woke up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
Looking to her side, Bucky was asleep on his stomach with his brown hair covering his face. She smiled softly moving his hair out of his face. It widens, when she thought about the kiss they shared last night.
‘His hair has gotten so long now that I’m noticing it’ She thought. Charmaine starts to wonder about the things she could do for his hair.
Bucky stirs in his sleep, pulling her out of her thoughts.
“Bucky.”
“Hmm?”
“Good Morning.”
“Charm it’s early in the morning, why are you even up?”
Charmaine braided some of her hair out of nervousness. “I couldn’t sleep any longer. I’m sorry.”
Bucky sat up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “It’s fine. Are you alright from last night?”
He opened his arms as an invite for her to lay on his chest which she happily took.
“I’m fine, I don’t wanna talk about that.” Charmaine adjusted her face on his chest. Even though she didn’t see him, Bucky nodded his head.
It got quiet between the two of them, she thought he fell back asleep. Charm had burning questions to ask him.
“Bucky?”
“Charmaine.”
She turned her head to face him, “Why did you never come to see me.”
“I just wanted to give you time Charmaine, I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”
“But you not being there hurt worse Bucky.”
“I’m sorry Charmie, I really am. I didn’t know.”
“It’s alright just don’t push me away. Another question, about the… about the uh kiss? What does that mean for us?” Charmaine sat up in the bed, their eye contact not breaking.
“I can’t deny it. I have feelings for you Charmaine but we can take slow, as long as you are happy.”
“I have feelings for you too Bucky and I would love it if we take it slow.” ——
“Good Morning you two!” Lori smiled putting some waffles on a plate. She was having contractions every other minute but Lori ignored them not wanting to startle the team.
Charmaine and Bucky sat down at the table where everyone was.
“Can I help? I haven’t been in the kitchen in so long.” Charmaine asked getting up from the table. She changed her mind about sitting down because she wanted to avoid the conversation about last night.
Lori winced rubbing her stomach hoping she didn’t see.
“Yeah it’s your kitchen honey!”
In the last two weeks, Charmaine has been stuck in her room. Alexis reassured her many times that she wasn’t going to hurt anyone. Deep down Charm felt like she would.
Also with Bucky not talking to her, she felt like she let everyone down. If Bucky didn’t come and help Charm with her nightmares, she would be still locked in her room.
Charmie placed the batter into the waffle maker. “I’m sorry, I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Charmaine.” Lori turned around with the whipped cream still in her hand. “It’s fine, I know it’s been a tough two weeks. I’m Lori.”
“Well, I want to get to know you because you are my mother. I’m not going to say step because that classify as evil and you’re not evil. I watched cinderella!”
Lori let out a laugh,“I want to get to know you to. We should go out for lunch! Me, You and Alexis.”
Charmaine placed the freshly cooked waffle on a plate.“That sounds fun! I’m down.”
Tony walked in the kitchen kissing his favorite women on the forehead, “There go my two favorite women. Is breakfast ready? The team is starving.”
Lori kissed his cheek grabbing the rest of the condiments,“ We better be your only women. Yess it’s ready, where is Peter so we can get started!”
Charmaine grabbed the platter and plates bringing them to the table where the team is chatting away. “Wait I thought Peter was here already here?”
She placed a kiss on Bucky’s cheek hoping it would go unnoticed. Sam noticed and was going to give them hell but Tony cut him off.
“Yeah underoo is supposed to be here..” Tony checks his watch. “Now.” The elevator doors opened and out walked Peter.
Charmaine dropped whatever she was doing and ran to Peter with open arms. He caught her mid-jump, holding Charm close in his arms. The team looked so happy at their reunion.
“I’ve missed you so much Champagne,” Peter whispered placing his hand on her hair. Charmaine closed her eyes to keep from crying.
“I’ve missed you too so much.”
Their reunion was interrupted when Lori lets out a loud groan dropping the plates, clutching her stomach. “Lori you alright?!” Alexis asked getting up from the table.
“Honey? Do I need to take you to the hospital?!” Tony asked frantically placing a hand on her waist.
Lori screams as water dampens her pants, creating a puddle around her feet. “M-Morgan’s coming!”
“Shit!” Steve curses pulling at his hair. Natasha goes over to her as well as Charmaine.
“Deep breaths!” Natasha mimics in and out-breathing. Charmaine came from behind Lori rubbing her back.
“Dad go get her bags!”
“Morgan isn’t due for another month. She’s coming early?!” Tony panicked freezing up. Sam, Peter, and Clint ran around trying to find things to put in the delivery bag. Thor was on the phone with the doctor. Bucky, Steve, and Tony were literally frozen.
“Bucky, Steve and Tony come back to earth, please! We need all hands on deck!” Alexis yelled snapping them out of a trance. Soon they were on the way to the hospital.
———-
Everyone sat in the private loby waiting for Tony to come out and give the news. Steve and Alexis sat beside each other engaged in a conversation. Peter was on the phone with MJ to calm him down from the nervousness. Thor, Sam, Natasha and Clint was in a conversation.
“So how have you been since you know?” Charm fumbles with her fingers while she sat beside Bucky. He had his hands in his lap not knowing what to do with them.
“Uh, it was hard, really hard without you being here. When I finally accepted that you weren’t coming back. Here you go right in front of me.” They both giggled at his little joke. “Did you remember us when you were there? Well more like remember me?”
“I… I don’t know Bucky, things that happened there are coming back in bits and pieces. The eternal flame and I are twisted together. If I was to go in her state of mind, I probably could remember everything.”
“Eternal Flame? Is that the name of your second conscious?”
Charmaine winced at what he said,“ Yeah. Since I’ve been back, it feels like I can’t keep control. I have certain urges to do horrible things but it’s not me, I swear.” She cried placing her hands over her face. Bucky pulled her into his arms as Charmaine continue to cry.
“I know it’s not you doll. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I wish I was there to protect you from it all.”
She pulled back from him, wiping her tears.“I didn’t mean to break down Bucky. I don’t want to ruin this joyous moment.”
Bucky kissed her forehead,“You didn’t ruin anything. I want you to vent to me as much as you can. I’m here for you and I want to make sure you’re okay.”
Before Charm could reply, out ran Tony from the delivery room doors.“ She’s here!!” ————
The whole team had held little Morgan except Charmaine. She declined it everytime someone asked. Unnoticeablely the ends of her brown hair was turning purple.
’Let me out’ 'No! You don’t have control over my body, I do.’ 'I said let me out!’ 'if you won’t do it then I will!’
Charm closed her eyes trying to conceal the pain that cursed through her mind. All her strength was being drained from her body. Bucky was the first to noticed, he walked over to her. “Charm are you okay?”
She looked at him terrified, Charm shook her head. “We will be right back,” Bucky said over his shoulder to the team.
“Charm what’s wrong?” Peter asked, worried for his best friend. He had so many questions to ask but didn’t know when was the right time. His feelings were hurt a bit when his answer went unanswered.
Everyone held worried expressions for their relatives. He pulled her into his chest, seeing that her eyes were starting to glow.
Ignoring the judgemental stares from other hospital patients. Bucky pulled Charmaine into an empty hallway. “What is it doing? What’s wrong?”
“She’s trying to take over Bucky! I can’t control it!”
Bucky frantically looked around for other options knowing it was too late to leave without her powers taking over. Sighing, he kissed her forehead in comfort. “Doll you’re going to have to let her out okay? You have to show her who’s in control.”
“But…But I don’t want to hurt nobody!” Charm sobbed clutching her head and Bucky placed his forehead against hers making eye contact.
“You’re hurting yourself Charm, it’s hurting you more then her. I know you can do this.”
Charmaine nodded, closing her eyes. She gave in, letting the eternal flame think she has control. Bucky stared in amazement as her wings sprouted from her back. His hand touched her hair that was engulfed in flames. Luckily it didn’t hurt him.
To herself, Charmaine starts to chant her trigger words. Slowly her wings grew smaller and her hair went back to its original color. When she finished, Charm looked at Bucky drowsy manner.
“I did it.”
He kissed her head once more, “Yes you did. Let’s get you somewhere so you can rest.”
Summary: It’s too rainy for Y/N to go to work, so her, Bucky, Steve and Luca spend the day morning together.
A/N: This is going to be very short, maybe. In this it’s nomad Steve and infinity war Bucky.
Y/N’s body naturally woke up around 5:30 a.m. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. On her left, Bucky slept soundly facing her. On the right, Steve slept on his back with Luca on his chest. Since moving to Rome, Y/N could only afford a one-bedroom apartment.
Steve wanted to sleep on the couch but Y/N forced him to sleep in the bed so he could be comfortable. Now you think sleeping in the same bed with two sexy-ass super soldiers is amazing. Wrong.
Bucky was uncomfortable with his arm so he was tossing and turning most of the night.Y/N woke up the first time, getting out the bed so he could get comfortable. When she came back from the bathroom, Bucky was asleep on his back with his arm hanging off the bed (still attached ). He looked way more comfortable than before.
Their body radiated heat so Luca woke up fussy from being so hot. This made it the second time Y/N had to get from her sleep. She had to rock him asleep, also turning on the fan. While she finally gotten her child to successfully sleep. Y/N saw that the guys were sweating greatly. She literally made their sleepy asses get up and take off their long-sleeved shirts. Like little kids they were grumbling and mumbling.
Steve likes to touch during his sleeping. Y/N had to remove his hand from her face multiple times. That is the reason why Y/N woke up the rest of the time.
The rain platter heavily against her window. She got out of bed quietly making sure they didn’t wake up. She was really tired but as long as they got their rest, Y/N felt content. Y/N moved Bucky’s long hair so she could give him kisses on his face. As she kissed Steve, he shifted a bit.
Y/N picked up Luca out of habit from doing it so much. She kissed his forehead, “Goodmorning my baby.” He moved a bit in her arms but instantly got comfortable and went back to sleep.
She went into the living room to check her email on the computer.
“Hmm it’s raining really hard, I’m not going to go in today.”
She mumbled to herself, going over to the kitchen. Y/N took out the food items that she needed. It was starting to Thunder hard too but it didn’t bother her. On the other hand, Bucky jumped awake when the thunder cracked against the sky.
He looked on his right to see two of his favorite people still sleeping. He then went to the bathroom to do his business and came out looking for Y/N.
He watched her moved gracefully with Luca in her arms, around the kitchen preparing breakfast. When she was cooking eggs, Bucky came behind her wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist.
“Good Morning.” Y/N soft voice spoke, leaning into his touch. They sway back and forth while she continued to cook.
“Goodmorning my love.” Bucky placed his lips against her temple for a quick kiss. “Do you want me to take him?”
“No I always do this, it’s a way for me to feel comforted.”
“Well alright.” He scratched his neck not taking his eyes off her. Y/N cleaned the kitchen up with grace while having Luca in her arms. It arose a question in Bucky.
“You started this when I left? You move so gracefully with him in your arms.”
“Yeah, he was the closest thing to you. He filled the gap that you opened when you left. I wish you hadn’t we would’ve been safe Bucky.”
“Y/N if I didn’t we would’ve been in way more shit if I didn’t leave. I’m sorry I left, I just wanted to protect you and him. I missed you every day that I was gone.”
Y/N rubbed Luca’s back trying not to get emotional.
“I don’t want to cry on this good morning. How did you sleep?”
“Great, you?”
“I barely got any sleep. You two are the hardest people to sleep in the same bed with.” Y/N moved the eggs to a platter, then set it on the kitchen table. Bucky let’s go, grabbing the other platter that has waffles and sausage on it.
“I’m sorry my love, I would’ve moved to the couch.”
“No, it’s fine. Could you go wake up Steve so we can eat breakfast?”
Bucky kissed her cheek, taking Luca out of her arms ignoring her denies. While he was gone Y/N sat down on the couch, resting her eyes for a second. Bucky put Luca in the bed, surrounding him with pillows. Both Bucky and Steve came downstairs, ready for breakfast.
“Have you talk to Sam?”
“Yeah, I just texted him..” Steve trailed off looking at now a sleeping Y/N. “Buck.”
“Huh?"Bucky turned his attention away from the waffles, seeing his sleeping girlfriend. He sat his plate down, going over placing a kiss on her forehead. "Sleep good my love.” He placed a blanket over her body.
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Yall I finally finished this and I feel good about it. Yall stay in high school as you can cause college kicking my ass.
