I Wish You Could Be Honest Chapter Six: Leaving is Only For the Faint of Heart
HYDRA didn’t die out when it failed to take down S.H.I.E.L.D. during the time of the Winter Soldier. Now, top enemy agent Y/N L/N has been sent to finish the job by killing Steve Rogers. When she’s captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., she doesn’t know what to expect, but it certainly doesn’t involve Captain America himself trying to win her over.
Moore leaves soon enough, and you’re alone on the balcony once more. You turn back to the landscape before you, hoping for something to distract you from the relentless surge of thoughts all crawling down your throat, but even the sky and sun can’t ease your mind anymore. The sunset has finished, the colors are gone. All that’s left is the gradual growing dark of night.
Steve comes back about five minutes later. You have to hand it to him, he tries hard to get you talking anymore, but the charm of your previous conversation has been lost. You feel restless, like you’re a junior agent on her first mission instead of the battle-hardened spy that you’re supposed to be. What happened to make you like this? Who stole your courage like a pickpocket snatching a purse?
You know, of course. Moore coming to tell you about the impending break-out attempt should have lifted your spirits, but it’s just sunk you back down into a wealth of shadows. You knew you would be leaving at some point, or you hoped as much, but now that you’re face to face with the truth, you almost don’t know what to do with yourself.
It’s good news, though. It’s meant to be good news. When Steve gives up and walks with you back to your cell, you force your mind to parade through every happy thing awaiting you back at the HYDRA base. Clean clothes that are actually yours and not just borrowed from the S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms. Your best weapons. The friends you’ve made. The promotion that’s awaiting you, or at least the familiar burn of a chastisement. Everything about the organization that’s been your life for the past few years.
Yet, when you shut your eyes, alone in your cell once more, you do not see the faces of your boss, nor your coworkers, or even yourself. You see the blond man sitting before you, how he tilts his head back when he laughs and squints his eyes shut as if he can’t even believe himself for thinking what’s been said is funny, let alone you too.
This illusion of your mind shrugs his shoulders, tips his bottle forward against yours then draws it back just as quickly for a drink. He does not know you’re going, and he won’t, not ever. You can keep a secret, even if you don’t know how to keep it from yourself.
There’s a security camera in the corner, it is watching you with a relentless stare. You sit up slightly, staring it dead in the eyes. Who’s the agent on the other side, looking back at you? Is it someone you’ve hurt? Is it any one of the other friends you made before you betrayed them all when HYDRA reared its head? Hell, is it Steve? Did he see your furrowed brows and wonder what you were hiding from him?
The red recording light blinks once as if in acknowledgement, then shuts off completely. In the weeks you’ve spent in this cell, that has never happened once, not even when Steve was talking to you outside of the interrogation. It stayed on all along.
You stand slowly, wavering as blood rushes to your legs. Moments later, the door to your cell clicks open, a precise sort of sound like the whir of a machine. Your head jerks towards it, your hands clenched into fists. The lights click on about half a second later, revealing Moore standing in the doorway.
He raises his hands in mock surrender, grinning. “You can calm down, L/N. We’re skipping town, so if you’re attacking anyone, it shouldn’t be me.”
You force your shoulders to relax, but there’s still a churning sort of nerves messing up the rest of you. “What happened to waiting it out? I thought we weren’t leaving for a while. Has something happened?”
Moore shakes his head, casually strolling further in the room so he can pretend to check out the room like a potential buyer on a reality TV show. “That was so you would take it easy, like you should be doing now. If I told you that we were going tonight, you would have reacted accordingly. We can’t have you communicating anything to Captain America or his trusty thugs, even by accident. What, did you want to give him a little goodbye kiss?”
You walk closer to Moore, laying a hand on his shoulder and squeezing just enough that he squirms in your grip like a fish out of water. “I’m going to suggest you stop talking and just get me out, or I’m going to tear your arms off.”
Moore laughs nervously, although he does a quick sidestep out of your reach the second he can. He works his shoulder with a free hand, grimacing. “So pleasant, Agent. I can see why you have so many friends.”
At a sharp glance from you, he sighs. “Alright, alright. Let’s go.”
You follow him out of your cell, but you only make it a few steps outside before he stops walking again.
“Another detour?” You ask. “Why, are the security cameras on a loop or something?”
Moore has the bravery to scoff. “What? No, I know what I’m doing. No one can hear or see us unless they decide to take a trip down to the incarceration block for a fun nighttime activity.”
You give him a pointed look. “Then why are we stopping?”
Moore pulls a stack of key cards out of his pocket, handing half to you. “I’ve ordered some cell rearrangements. Everyone in this hall is a member of HYDRA. If we’re doing one jailbreak, we’re doing them all.”
You nod, grabbing the cards. Moore walks past you to the other end of the hall and begins to unlock another door. You were in the cell on the far left, so you move one door over and swipe a card against the lock. It opens with that same mechanical click, revealing an agent tied to a chair in the dead center of the room.
You recognize her, having seen this very same agent when you first arrived at the S.H.I.E.L.D. cell block. It’s Henrietta Clarke, the woman Steve took you to visit in the hopes of seeing whether you’d rat out anyone in HYDRA if given a chance at freedom. You hadn’t revealed her then, but upon coming face to face with her again, you can’t help but remember Steve’s words.
He had said that you were the only HYDRA agent who had refused to turn in a fellow agent, contrary to what you had been told in the past. It’s HYDRA principle to never betray your coworkers, yet not one of your captured agents had ever played by that rule. Steve could have been lying, of course, but you’ve memorized his tells like a gambler memorizing the day’s lotto numbers. You know when Steve is lying, and he wasn’t lying then.
You push the thought out of your head. You don’t have time to think about Steve, not now. If you’re captured at this point, no amount of tricks will save you from a true interrogation. You’ve been offered an olive branch, and you need to use it to escape now. If Steve finds out about your attempt to flee, he’ll never offer you the same kindness again.
You reach for the dummy S.H.I.E.L.D. badge on your arm, removing the hidden blade in one crisp movement. As you saw at Clarke’s restraints, though, you can’t force your thoughts from Steve any longer. Moore wasn’t wrong about the date change for the break-out. If you had known that you were leaving tonight, you would have–
Well, what would you have done? Would you have told Steve that you were leaving, would you have hoped for a goodbye? Not a chance. Steve is still your enemy, even if you think you can share drinks with him on a sunny afternoon. There is no future that doesn’t involve the two of you gunning for each other, and no amount of jokes and false pretenses can change that.
It’s over now, it’s done. This hasn’t been one of the worst lies you’ve told, and if you’re going to be honest with yourself, you might even miss it on late nights when the solitude of a spy’s life gets to you. Maybe you’ll reminisce whenever you see a man who smiles with eyes even half that blue, or when you delude yourself into thinking that you’ll ever be more than a killer. One man thought that you could be more than just yourself, and you’re proving him wrong right now.
You tug through the last of Clarke’s restraints with a savage tug of your blade, and she stands up. You can’t return her relieved smile, just slap another key card into her palm and tell her to start letting people out. You open door after door, and eventually, you meet up with Moore and a dozen or so newly freed agents.
From there, it’s relatively simple. Moore must have been planning this operation with other HYDRA agents for a while, because he’s got everything under lock. You can admit that much, even though you still think the guy’s a greasy asshole who’s far less slick than he thinks.
He manages to get you back your uniform and guns, too, even though your belongings are probably covered in trackers and have to be ditched soon enough. Well, the thought counts. Moore has identified specific corridors that are monitored by dead cameras, and you and your entourage of liberated HYDRA agents dash through the hallways as quickly as you can.
You’re running on adrenaline and the hope that you’ll get out soon, so when Moore starts directing you further into the S.H.I.E.L.D. complex instead of towards the doors leading out, you can’t help but feel frustrated.
You catch up to him, and mutter under your breath as you run. “Excuse my confusion, but I thought we were supposed to be leaving, not staying around even longer. Shouldn’t we be going the other direction?”
Moore smirks. “That’s if we’re going immediately, yes. We still have a shot to finish your mission.”
Something like ice starts to claw its way out of your stomach, freezing around your heart and crawling up your throat to tip your tongue with cold. “What does that mean?”
He chuckles. “Oh, come on. We’ll never get a chance like this again. Steve Rogers is going to come out of that door over there in approximately thirty seconds, and he’ll never be able to take on all of us, not when we have surprise on our side. I bet you twenty he doesn’t even have his shield with him.”
You turn to face him slowly. “We’re killing him now?”
This is too much. You were barely pulling yourself together when you thought you were leaving Steve with nothing, but now? You try to visualize what is about to happen. Steve comes walking out of those doors, coasting on the feeling of being safe for once in his life. He isn’t watching his back. He doesn’t have to, not in his own base.
What will happen when he sees you, out of your cell and surrounded by your own men? Will you watch those sky blue eyes flash with surprise, then grow cold when he realizes that you’ve betrayed him? You are the primary agent here, even though Moore’s been leading this rescue operation for a while. You will be the one expected to take your gun and pull the trigger.
It will be your hands stained with red, then. It will be your bullet piercing Steve’s skull. He will fall dead at your feet, because you never miss and you certainly won’t when he’s so close to you. Will you wait for him to realize the situation before you take the shot, or will you save yourself the torment of watching him understand, and kill him before he knows you’ve turned traitor once again?
All this flashes before your eyes in the space of about half a second. You blink, hard, to clear away the vision of Steve lying dead at your feet, and the linoleum clears itself of blood in about half a second. You have killed many times before, and murdered people far more innocent than Steve. You were ready to assassinate him weeks ago. You can do it again. You have no other choice but to do it again.
But Moore is shaking his head.
“No, not this time, I’m afraid. We’ll do it eventually, of course, but he’s been so open to you that it’s got me thinking. Why cut off a perfectly good lead if you can keep using it? I’m thinking we take Rogers back with us to base, glean every piece of information we can, then shut him up once and for all. I mean, I’ve been undercover here for a while, and they only let me know so much. I can’t imagine the wealth of knowledge Rogers is sitting on, and if he shares even half of it, we’re golden.”
You let out a slow breath, feeling oddly relieved. “Alright, then. Shoot to wound?”
Moore considers this, then frowns, disagreeing. “Why bother? The noise would only alert people. We surround him, maybe rough him up a bit to get him to surrender, then knock him cold. We’ve got enough people that we can get him out without too much fuss. There’s a vehicle parked right out that door.”
You nod. “You’ve certainly planned this out well.”
It’s a statement of judgment, but Moore just seems pleased by it. “Yes, I have. Gratitude looks good on you.”
You’re not certain that you’re grateful in the slightest, but you don’t have time to unpack that, because the doors at the far end of the hall are opening and Steve Rogers is stepping out into the corridor. As the door shuts behind him, he freezes slightly, noticing that there’s a crowd of people where there should be nothing but empty rooms.
His eyes meet yours, flash to the people around you, then back to you again. He tilts his head back slightly, knowingly. “I suppose there’s no way I can convince you to go back to your cells, then?”
Moore laughs, the sound strangely discordant as it echoes off the half empty walls. “Not a chance. Stand down, Rogers. We’ve got you outnumbered.”
Steve shakes his head once. “Not the way I see it.”
Despite Steve’s bravado, Moore isn’t wrong. Steve may be a supersoldier, but even he can’t take on more than a dozen HYDRA agents that have been spending the last few weeks or even months biding their time for a chance to strike. He puts up a good fight, but there’s nothing he can do.
Eventually, he’s forced to the ground, his hands on his head. Moore rummages around in his pack for a syringe, and you find yourself standing directly in front of Steve, looking down at him.
Steve’s gaze is unwavering, and you feel the need to speak, anything to get this sudden, looming weight off of your chest. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. You knew I was a bad guy all along. It’s not my fault if you wanted to believe something different.”
Steve’s expression doesn’t change for a heartbeat. “I don’t believe it anymore.” He says, and you rear back for just a second as if he’s slapped you.
At the same time, Moore, having located the syringe at last, jams the tip into Steve’s neck and pushes in the plunger, releasing the sedative. Steve’s eyes shut in a matter of seconds, but you swear you can still feel his gaze burning holes into your head.
Moore looks up at you triumphantly. “Well, we did it. Mission accomplished, I’d say.”
You smile back feebly, and you don’t think it’s ever been harder to fake such a simple expression. “Mission accomplished,” you repeat.
This is supposed to be a celebration, a chance for you to finally go home, but you can’t seem to stop one question from replaying in your head, again and again until you think you might go mad:
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
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
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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
Hey babes, I hope you’re all having a lovely day. Today is my first day back from winter break, and let’s just say that I wish I could still be at home watching movies all day long. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the first official chapter of “Why Not Me?” and I love you all. xx
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..
You unraveled your earbuds from your bag and placed them in your ears. Although it was New York City, it felt good to go outside, to breathe in the smell of the flowers that lined the window sill of the small businesses that were on your street. The sound of cars were overwhelming, but it was all drowned out by some of your songs that you put into a playlist for you and Steve. Ever since the two of you were together, it became one of your things to share music with each other. It felt like you were giving a piece of yourself to him with every song. And well, this playlist was filled with songs the two of you shared with each other, as well as ones that happened to be playing during special moments in your relationship.
As you rounded to corner, a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth when the song that was on the moment Steve first kissed you started playing. That was almost three years ago.. And it had been three years of pure bliss and happiness.
The small bell of the coffee shop door rang as you walked in.
“Ah, good morning, Ms. F/N.” The man behind the counter gave you a nod as you walked over to the register, taking out your headphones.
“Good morning, Mr. Sherman.” You gave him an adoring smile. Mr. Sherman had owned the coffee shop for over thirty years and ever since you and Steve started coming there, both of you had been two of his favorite customers.
“The usual? And let me guess, Steve wants his usual order, too?” He rubbed his graying beard. You puckered your lips to the side, casting your eyes to the ceiling playfully. The two of you burst into a fit of laughter as you nodded. “I’ll get that ready for you.” Mr. Sherman went to making your coffee while his other employee warmed your pastries.
You leaned against one of the tables, pulling out your phone. You texted Steve that you were going to be on your way back in about five minutes, and he responded with:
Okay baby. Maybe after breakfast we can finish what we started? ;)
You rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh as you replied.
Oh Steve.. *eye roll*
Your attention was drawn away from your phone when you heard Mr. Sherman’s voice. “I got your order ready for you, F/N.” He had walked out from behind the counter to personally hand it to you. You thanked him, and gave him a warm smile. “Be safe on your walk home, okay? And tell that stinker Steve that he needs to stop by soon. I haven’t seen that guy in a while.”
“I am always am. And I’ll be sure to kick his butt out of bed next time, so you can see him.” He smelled of coffee beans and sugar as you hugged him goodbye and went on your way.
That day was going so well that you were even humming a tune on your way back to the apartment. You waved at all the shop owners you knew, greeting them good morning, saying hello. All the people who worked or lived on your street loved you. You were so radiant and beautiful, you brightened everyone’s day.
As you crossed the street, there was a loud rumble from beneath you. The people around you screamed, but you were silent as you began to lose your footing on the ground. This was no earthquake. No earthquake could tear buildings apart with such force and have it all crumble in one blow. You were frozen in the middle of the street as you watched the book store get torn apart; pieces of glass being ripped through the air, and sticking wherever that may have been. Tears welled up in your eyes as the beautiful place you lived was being destroyed right in front of you. The fear inside you crept up from your chest and lodged itself in your throat, making you unable to speak, and unable to move.
You felt a warm liquid on your shirt, thinking it was just your tears. But as you looked down, the burgundy color of your blood was spreading itself over your shirt. A large shard of glass had lodged itself into your abdomen. There was no pain. You were in a state of shock and the adrenaline had numbed your whole body. All you felt was the lightheadedness that ultimately won the battle in your body, and the next thing you knew, your cheek was pressed against the black concrete. The glass had been pressed even further into you when you fell on your stomach. The spikes of pain began to surge through your muscles, and you were pulled out of shock.
Your mind was still going at a hundred miles an hour and the only thought on your mind was Steve. Was he okay? Did your apartment building get swept away while he was still in it? Or did he make it out?
Maybe he’s coming.. he’ll find you. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’ll see him again.
You couldn’t move. The glass was beginning to rip apart your insides as it was being jolted back and forth as you laid on the ground. The sounds of what felt like the apocalypse were deafening, and soon everything began to move in slow motion. You coughed, the taste of iron hitting your tongue. The pain began to fade away, and soon, you were no longer hurting. You watched as the adjacent street cracked, tearing it in half.
There was another woman in the distance, stuck under a fallen light pole. You saw the crack ran down the entirety of the street, the concrete crumbling into the gap. The pole was pressing harder onto her as its weight was being drawn into the split, wanting to take her with it.
Your eyes flitted away, landing on a tall blonde man standing on your side of the street.
“Steve…” Your voice gurgled as the blood collected in your throat. You lifted a finger towards in with the little strength you had left. Tears were welling up in your eyes. He’s here. It’s going to be okay. You saw his pained expression, the dread painted on his face. His attention was then drawn to the woman beneath the light pole. He looked back at you, conflicted.
As darkness began to envelope your vision, the last thing you saw was Steve running away from you to the other side of the street. The last thing you felt was something that felt like a massive blow to the chest, like someone had thrown a brick at your ribcage before everything faded away. And the last thing he saw when he looked back at you, your now lifeless form, was a single tear rolling down your pale cheek.
“What have I done?”
I hoped y’all liked it! Sorry it’s a day late, I had an audition last night and wasn’t able to write anything till 11pm. But, I’ll keep this updated as much as I can. Hopefully, I can have the second chapter up by early next week. xoxo I love you guys.
Hey babes, I hope you’re all having a lovely day. Today is my first day back from winter break, and let’s just say that I wish I could still be at home watching movies all day long. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the first official chapter of “Why Not Me?” and I love you all. xx
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..
You unraveled your earbuds from your bag and placed them in your ears. Although it was New York City, it felt good to go outside, to breathe in the smell of the flowers that lined the window sill of the small businesses that were on your street. The sound of cars were overwhelming, but it was all drowned out by some of your songs that you put into a playlist for you and Steve. Ever since the two of you were together, it became one of your things to share music with each other. It felt like you were giving a piece of yourself to him with every song. And well, this playlist was filled with songs the two of you shared with each other, as well as ones that happened to be playing during special moments in your relationship.
As you rounded to corner, a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth when the song that was on the moment Steve first kissed you started playing. That was almost three years ago.. And it had been three years of pure bliss and happiness.
The small bell of the coffee shop door rang as you walked in.
“Ah, good morning, Ms. F/N.” The man behind the counter gave you a nod as you walked over to the register, taking out your headphones.
“Good morning, Mr. Sherman.” You gave him an adoring smile. Mr. Sherman had owned the coffee shop for over thirty years and ever since you and Steve started coming there, both of you had been two of his favorite customers.
“The usual? And let me guess, Steve wants his usual order, too?” He rubbed his graying beard. You puckered your lips to the side, casting your eyes to the ceiling playfully. The two of you burst into a fit of laughter as you nodded. “I’ll get that ready for you.” Mr. Sherman went to making your coffee while his other employee warmed your pastries.
You leaned against one of the tables, pulling out your phone. You texted Steve that you were going to be on your way back in about five minutes, and he responded with:
Okay baby. Maybe after breakfast we can finish what we started? ;)
You rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh as you replied.
Oh Steve.. *eye roll*
Your attention was drawn away from your phone when you heard Mr. Sherman’s voice. “I got your order ready for you, F/N.” He had walked out from behind the counter to personally hand it to you. You thanked him, and gave him a warm smile. “Be safe on your walk home, okay? And tell that stinker Steve that he needs to stop by soon. I haven’t seen that guy in a while.”
“I am always am. And I’ll be sure to kick his butt out of bed next time, so you can see him.” He smelled of coffee beans and sugar as you hugged him goodbye and went on your way.
That day was going so well that you were even humming a tune on your way back to the apartment. You waved at all the shop owners you knew, greeting them good morning, saying hello. All the people who worked or lived on your street loved you. You were so radiant and beautiful, you brightened everyone’s day.
As you crossed the street, there was a loud rumble from beneath you. The people around you screamed, but you were silent as you began to lose your footing on the ground. This was no earthquake. No earthquake could tear buildings apart with such force and have it all crumble in one blow. You were frozen in the middle of the street as you watched the book store get torn apart; pieces of glass being ripped through the air, and sticking wherever that may have been. Tears welled up in your eyes as the beautiful place you lived was being destroyed right in front of you. The fear inside you crept up from your chest and lodged itself in your throat, making you unable to speak, and unable to move.
You felt a warm liquid on your shirt, thinking it was just your tears. But as you looked down, the burgundy color of your blood was spreading itself over your shirt. A large shard of glass had lodged itself into your abdomen. There was no pain. You were in a state of shock and the adrenaline had numbed your whole body. All you felt was the lightheadedness that ultimately won the battle in your body, and the next thing you knew, your cheek was pressed against the black concrete. The glass had been pressed even further into you when you fell on your stomach. The spikes of pain began to surge through your muscles, and you were pulled out of shock.
Your mind was still going at a hundred miles an hour and the only thought on your mind was Steve. Was he okay? Did your apartment building get swept away while he was still in it? Or did he make it out?
Maybe he’s coming.. he’ll find you. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’ll see him again.
You couldn’t move. The glass was beginning to rip apart your insides as it was being jolted back and forth as you laid on the ground. The sounds of what felt like the apocalypse were deafening, and soon everything began to move in slow motion. You coughed, the taste of iron hitting your tongue. The pain began to fade away, and soon, you were no longer hurting. You watched as the adjacent street cracked, tearing it in half.
There was another woman in the distance, stuck under a fallen light pole. You saw the crack ran down the entirety of the street, the concrete crumbling into the gap. The pole was pressing harder onto her as its weight was being drawn into the split, wanting to take her with it.
Your eyes flitted away, landing on a tall blonde man standing on your side of the street.
“Steve…” Your voice gurgled as the blood collected in your throat. You lifted a finger towards in with the little strength you had left. Tears were welling up in your eyes. He’s here. It’s going to be okay. You saw his pained expression, the dread painted on his face. His attention was then drawn to the woman beneath the light pole. He looked back at you, conflicted.
As darkness began to envelope your vision, the last thing you saw was Steve running away from you to the other side of the street. The last thing you felt was something that felt like a massive blow to the chest, like someone had thrown a brick at your ribcage before everything faded away. And the last thing he saw when he looked back at you, your now lifeless form, was a single tear rolling down your pale cheek.
“What have I done?”
I hoped y’all liked it! Sorry it’s a day late, I had an audition last night and wasn’t able to write anything till 11pm. But, I’ll keep this updated as much as I can. Hopefully, I can have the second chapter up by early next week. xoxo I love you guys.
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Brief summary of this new series:
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..
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?
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.
“The news is loving you guys, though no one else is” Hill explained. “There’s been no official call for Banner’s arrest, but it’s in the air.”
“The Stark relief foundation?”
“Already on the scene, on how’s the team?”
“Everyone’s… We took a hit. We’ll shake it off” Tony answered.
“Well, for now, I’d stay in stealth mode and stay away from here”
“So, run and hide?”
“Until we can find Ultron, I don’t have a lot else to offer.”
“Neither do we” Tony ended the call and walked over to Clint, who was flying the jet. “Hey, you wanna switch out?”
“No, I’m good. If you wanna get some kip, now’s a good time because we’re still a few hours out.”
“A few hours from where?”
“A safe house.”
Jo sat far away from everyone. Though considering what they had been through no one was exactly in the talking mood. Her head was pounding and she felt slightly dizzy. Jo tried to put the new puzzle pieces in their place but considering it felt like she was doing a million-piece puzzle, it was a painful process. You’d think regaining your memory would be like the movies, one minute nothing and the next you remember everything and you’re fine. When in reality it feels like your brain had been on overload for three hours and the end is nowhere in sight.
“Hey, wake up”
“Huh?” Jo’s eyes snapped open, realizing she had fallen asleep. Jo noticed they had landed in some field. “Where are we?”
“Don’t know, Barton say’s it’s a safe house” Steve explained as he helped her up. “You okay?”
“Are any of us?” Jo muttered. She had yet to tell Steve her memories were back. Because that involves explaining how they had returned.
They all followed Barton through the field and up to the front steps. “Honey? I’m home” Barton called out as they entered the home. They walked into a living room, filled with books, toys, and stuffed animals. A pregnant woman came around the corner, a child’s painting in hand.
“Hi, company. Sorry, I didn’t call ahead” Barton apologized as he kissed the mystery woman. He put his arm around her and turned to the team. “Gentlemen, this is Laura.”
“I know all of your names” Laura smiled at them all.
“Ooh, incoming” Barton smiled at the sound of running steps.
“Dad!” A little girl exclaimed.
“Hi, sweetheart!” Clint took the girl into her arms and held her close. “Hey, buddy!” He threw his other arm around the teenage boy and kissed the top of his head.
“Did you bring Auntie Nat?”
“Why don’t you hug her and find out?” The little girl squealed with delight and ran into Nat’s arms.
“Sorry for barging in on you” Steve apologized.
“Yeah, we would have called ahead, but we were busy having no idea that you existed.”
“Yeah well, Fury helped me set this up when I joined” Barton explained. “Kept it off Shield’s files and I’d like to keep it that way. I figured it’s a good place to lay low.”
Everyone began to talk amongst themselves. Thor walked out of the house and Steve followed. Jo heard Thor say something about a dream and watched as he swung his hammer and shot into the sky. She saw Steve pause for a moment before walking out into the front yard.
Jo sat up on the roof, watching Tony chop wood and Steve pull pieces apart with his hands. Jo laid down and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun on her skin. Made her think of the days she was allowed out of her cell. The cold snowy air may have been killer, but Jo had had someone there to keep her warm. Jo couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this way. Sure, she had her fair share of flings, one-night stands, and short-term relationships. But Jo believed this might be the first time she was in love. Jo missed him more than she had missed anyone. She had finally felt comfortable leaning on someone. That she was not alone.
Jo flinched and swatted away the piece of wood that had hit her face. She sat up and saw Steve looking up at her with his hands on his hips and a look on his face that told Jo he was annoyed about something.
“What?” Jo grunted as she jumped down to the ground. She noticed Tony was no longer there chopping wood.
“What’s up with you?”
“You all just got shown our darkest secrets and worst fears by a witch and you’re asking me what’s up?” Jo looked at him surprised.
“What did she show you?”
Jo sighed and pushed her hair out of her face. “I don’t…”
“Whatever happened, it changed you. And Barton said you ran out of the ship while Tony went for Banner and Clint was helping Nat, did you run into the Maximoff’s?”
“Yes,” Jo whispered. Steve stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders.
“Jo, whatever happened, you can tell me. Did you remember something? Did you- “
“I remembered everything” Jo breathed. Steve’s hands dropped to his sides.
“What?”
“Wanda, the Maximoff girl, she used her powers to give me back my memories”
“Why?”
“Because… We’re friends” Jo confirmed. Steve shook his head in shock.
“You… You’re friends with- “
“We were all held by Strucker remember? I wasn’t in cryofreeze the whole time you know. Our cells were close and we sometimes were allowed outside at the same time.”
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?”
“You were dealing with whatever Wanda had shown you! In no state for me to be telling you my own problems.”
“There you go again!” Steve ranted, throwing his hands up in the air. “You always do this! You always keep it all to yourself, never letting anyone help you!”
“I’m sorry” Jo whispered. “I’m trying to be better, honest. I just, my brain is a mess!”
Steve sighed and pulled Jo into a hug. She remained still at first, before embracing it. “You’re my kid, I’m going to- “
“Help me no matter what. I gained memories, I didn’t lose more” Jo joked making Steve laugh.
“Where is she?” Jo spun around and smiled.
“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”
“There’s no need to sound more disappointed each time you say that” Fury grunted as he approached them, with Tony in tow. “Have they fixed your memory?”
“I’m good as new”
“Rogers, Stark, inside. I want a word with Carter alone. I’m assuming I can use your last name now?”
“She’s my daughter, her last name is Rogers.”
“It’s Carter, and could you give us a minute?” Jo asked, but was really telling the two to piss off. Tony and Steve rolled their eyes before doing what they were told. “Now, what do you want?”
“Man, you really are back to your old self. Shame, Wilson said you were actually a bit nicer without your memory”
“And I’ll smack him upside the head for it” Jo muttered.
“You doing alright kid?”
“Did you make them leave so you could ask if I was okay?”
“I’m not as heartless as I look” Fury responded. “But I also want to know what you’ve got on those enhanced people.”
“You know their past, you know their abilities and why they joined the program. What more do you need to know?”
“Are you prepared to take them down if it comes to it?”
“I haven’t let you down so far” Jo dictated. “Why doubt me now?”
“Because, although I’m sure your father has no clue, I am aware you were quite close to the Maximoffs.”
“I’ve killed comrades before who picked the wrong side, I can do it again.”
“That’s the thing, I don’t want you to have to”
Jo looked confused. “What are you on about?”
“You’ve been an agent most of your life and spent the other half being tortured by Hydra or running from them. When this is over, I want you to take a break. Get that apartment in Brooklyn with Rogers, or maybe with the Maximoff boy if he comes to his senses.”
“Last I checked you aren’t my boss anymore”
“Doesn’t change that I care about you” Fury responded, leaning against the porch railing.
Jo nodded in understanding. “I don’t know what I’ll do when this is over, I’m not even sure if I’ll survive this. But I’m a soldier, always have been. Was raised by one, my father is the most famous soldier, and I’ll die like one.”
“And you’re just as dramatic as your father as well.”
“And how do you suppose we do that?” Wanda demanded as she spun around. Pietro took a step back. “She is with the Avengers. Protected by the best security known to man. The best idea is to wait for them to come to us, they’re bound to find us at some time.”
“But- “
“Pietro, no one understands better than I what she means to you, but right now, there is nothing we can do.”
“I hope she’s okay,” Pietro muttered shaking his head.
“She is, they wouldn’t hurt her, I promise. Now come on, let’s find out who wants to meet us” Wanda motioned to the abandoned church before them.
Jo looked up from her computer when Barton and Steve walked in.
“What’s that?”
“A message. Ultron killed Strucker” Thor passed the iPad to Tony as Steve spoke.
“And he did a Banksy at the crime scene, just for us.”
“This is a smoke screen, why send a message when you’ve just made a speech?” Jo asked.
“Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss”
“Yeah, I bet he…” Natasha fell silent as her computer beeped. “Yep, everything we have on Strucker has been erased.”
“Not everything” Everyone looked at Jo in confusion as she walked out of the room.
Thor tossed aside the lid to a box filled with files.
“Baron Strucker had a lot of friends” Steve muttered as he looked through his box.
“Well, these people are all horrible”
“Wait, I know that guy” Tony pointed towards the file Bruce had who handed it over. “From back in the day. He operates off the African coast. Black market arms.”
Steve gave Tony a suspicious look who rolled his eyes.
“There are conventions, alright? You meet people. I didn’t sell him anything.” Tony looked over the papers again. “He was talking about something new. A game-changer. It was all very, Ahab.”
“This?”
“Uh, that’s a tattoo, I don’t think he had it.”
“No, those are tattoos, this is a brand” Thor pointed to the pictures as he explained.
Bruce used one of his computer programs to search for the meaning of the symbol. There was a ding a few minutes later. “Oh yeah, it’s a word in African dialect meaning “thief”, in a much less friendly way.”
“What dialect?”
“Wakanda.”
“If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods…”
“I thought your father said he got the last of it” Jo stated, she and Tony were looking at each other while everyone else looked confused.
“I don’t follow. What comes out of Wakanda?”
“The strongest metal on Earth” Steve answered looking at his shield. “Where is this guy now?”
Men shouted orders and others groaned from the aches of labor. The sound of metal grinding and machines hard at work filled the air.
“Don’t tell me your men swindled you. I sent you six short-range heat seekers and got a boat full of rusty parts. Now, you will make it right, or the next missile I send you will come much faster” Klaw pressed a button on his phone, ending the call and. “Now, minister, where were we?”
Everything came to a stop and lights flickered off. Klaw could hear his men shouting in fear below him. Flashlights spun around the room as the workers tried to calm everyone down and figure out what happened. Klaw grabbed his gun off the desk, eerily looking at his surroundings. He slowly stepped towards the doorway and fired his gun. There was a flash of silver and suddenly his gun was back on his desk, with all nine bullets set in a neat row.
“Yeah, the enhanced” Klaw chuckled at the site before him. A young man with curly blond hair and his twin sister stared at Klaw. “Strucker’s prize pupils. Candy? Hmm?” Klaw asked, now sitting on a stool and holding out a rusty metal plate, but the twins said nothing. “I was sorry to hear about Strucker, but then he knew what kind of world he was helping to create. Human life. Not a growth market.”
The twins glanced at each other, a look of surprise passed between them.
“You didn’t know? Is this your first time intimidating someone? I’m afraid, I’m not that afraid.”
“Everybody’s afraid of something” Wanda spoke for the first time, stepping into the room.
“Cuttlefish” Klaw stated, pointing his finger at nothing. “Deep sea fish. They make lights, disco lights…” He made weird chomping noise with his mouth and moved his hand to imitate the fish. “To hypnotize their prey, and then…” His hand shot out and snatched at the air. “I saw a documentary once, it was terrifying.”
Pietro zoomed over and grabbed one of the candies, tossing it into his mouth.
“So, if you’re going to fiddle with my brain and make me see a giant cuttlefish, then I know you don’t do business and I know you’re not in charge. And I only deal, with the man in charge” Klaw stood up as he spoke. He failed to notice the flying robot behind him.
Klaw cried out in pain as he was thrown through the glass. He struggled to sit up as the robot loomed over him.
“There is no man in charge,” Ultron leaned down, now quite close to Klaw. “Let’s talk business.”
One of Klaw’s men slid open the cargo hold. The ceiling of it lowered, revealing an upper level that contained many vials. Klaw grabbed one of them.
“Upon this rock, I shall build my church,” Ultron remarked as took the vial. “Vibranium.” Ultron tossed it to Pietro.
“You know, it came at a great personal cost” Klaw ran his fingers across the scarred tissue on his neck as he spoke. “It’s worth billions.”
Ultron chuckled, “Now so are you. It’s all under, your dummy holdings? Finance is so weird.”
There was a vibration and Klaw’s man checked his phone, showing his boss the screen to confirm that what the robot spoke was true.
“But I always say, keep your friend’s rich and your enemy’s rich and wait to find out which is which.”
“Stark”
“What?”
“Tony Stark used to say that” Klaw clarified. “To me. You’re one of his.”
“What? I’m not…” Ultron grabbed Klaw’s arm, Klaw’s man drew his gun but Wanda used his magic to stop him from moving anymore.
“I am not. You think I’m one of Stark’s puppets? His hollow men? I mean, look at me. Do I look like Ironman? Stark is nothing!” Ultron swung his other arm, chopping Klaw’s arm clean off at the elbow. Klaw stumbled back in shock. “I’m sorry! I’m… oh! I’m sure that’s gonna be okay. I’m sorry. It’s just, I don’t understand. Don’t compare me to Stark!” Ultron kicked Klaw in the face, who tumbled down the stairs. “It’s a thing with me, Stark is… he’s a sickness!”
“Ah Junior,” Ironman landed behind Ultron with Thor and Cap behind him. “You’re gonna break your old man’s heart.”
“If I have to,” Ultron remarked stepping forward, Pietro and Wanda moving with him.
Natasha, Clint, and Jo took positions on the upper level. Jo twirled the knife between her fingers, an action that felt so familiar to her yet she couldn’t remember learning to do it.
“Nobody has to break anything”
“Clearly you’ve never made an omelet.”
“He beat me by one second” Tony added glancing at Thor.
“Ah, yes. This is funny” Pietro spoke as he stepped out from behind the robot. “This is what? Comfortable? Like old times?” He looked at the missiles as he finished.
The site of the blond-haired man struck something in Jo, she knew him! This she was sure of, but where did they meet? And who was he to her?
“This was never my life.”
“You two could still walk away from this” Steve stepped up.
“Oh, we will”
“I know you’ve suffered.”
Ultron howled with laughter. “Captain America, God’s righteous man. Pretending you could live without a war. I can’t physically throw up in my mouth, but if I could – “
“If you believe in peace, then let us keep it” Thor cut off Ultron.
“I think you’re confusing peace with quiet.”
“Uh-huh, what’s the vibranium for?” Tony asked.
“I’m glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan.” Instead of doing that, Ultron and two other robots attacked. Ultron and Tony flew up and continued in their combat. Steve and Thor fought the robots, Jo was about to jump down and help when gunfire and shouts came from the stairway. She turned to see Klaw’s men advancing on her.
“Just do what your instincts tell you” Jo whispered Natasha’s words to her and did exactly that. She ran up a wall and jumped in between the two men. Jo ducked down as one of them swung and hit the other in the gut. He bent over and Jo hit the other man in the jaw before he could attack. She shot both before moving on.
Jo took down five more guards and had never felt better. She felt so much like herself! A sense of belonging had overcome her that Jo couldn’t remember feeling since she was a little girl in Uncle Howard’s lab.
Jo put a bullet in another man’s head, his blood splattered across her hands. Yet, she felt no remorse or disgust. The hairs on her neck stood up and Jo whipped around with her gun up, the Maximoff girl jumped back in surprise.
“J-Jo?”
“How do you know me?” Jo growled. She had orders to not kill the twins, harm maybe, but not kill.
“You don’t remember… oh, of course, you don’t!” The girl exclaimed. “Here, let me- “
“Don’t touch me!” Jo ordered. She glanced to her right and left but Natasha was nowhere in sight.
“I won’t hurt you, Jo, I promised you that. I only want to help and I’m going to do just that” Red energy shot from the girl’s hands and Jo’s vision blurred.
Jo stumbled back, grabbing onto the metal railing for support. She felt like she was in the ocean, and wave after wave kept dragging her under.
Hydra…
Her mother…
Being in hiding…
Working for Shield…
The battle of New York…
Her father…
The helicarriers…
Being captured….
“Wanda?” Jo croaked looking up, but Wanda was gone.
“To anyone who’s still standing, we better move” Clint spoke through the coms. “Guys?” he spoke again when no one responded.
“I think the Maximoff girl did something to the others” Jo answered. She looked down to see her father stumbling around on the lower deck. Jo made her way out of the ship, maybe they were still here! She rushed out onto the damp ground and over to some wrecked, small ships. And she saw them.
“Wait” Jo yelled, the man spun around and his eyes widened at the sight of her.
“Jo!”
“Do you remember now?” Wanda asked excitedly.
Jo nodded, and before another second had passed Pietro had rushed over and embraced her.
“Your safe” He whispered against her neck.
“I’m safe” They leaned their foreheads against each other. The reality of the situation came to mind and Jo painfully pulled herself away from Pietro.
“You guys have to come back with us”
“What?”
“Look, I don’t know what Ultron wants, but it’s not peace!”
“He is helping us! We have a common goal in mind” Wanda stated, crossing her arms.
“I thought we discussed this whole crazy revenge plan”
“You wouldn’t understand”
“Oh? Please, Pietro, tell me how I wouldn’t understand the feeling of losing everything!” Jo screamed. Pietro looked away from her, realizing he had been wrong.
“Join us”
“You know I won’t”
“Then we should go, come on Pietro.”
“But we- “
“We need to finish the job!” Wanda insisted. Pietro looked at his sister and Jo. She could tell he didn’t want to leave her, but she also knew he would.
“I’ll come back for you” He promised. Pietro scooped Wanda up into his arms and then he was gone. Apart of Jo went with him.
AN: THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER AND I AM NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED FOR THIS!
Warnings: ANGST AND TEARS
Tony paced back and forth in the hallways of the hospital. He didn’t know what to do. He had said nothing to Steve when he met them at the compound, deciding it was neither the place nor time. And considering how things ended Tony had no clue how to contact Steve if things got even worse than they were.
It was not supposed to end like this.
Steve had already broken the others out of prison and was no doubt surprised to not find her there. Tony took the burner phone out of his pocket. Should he call? Why? All Tony had to say was bad news and it wasn’t like Steve could come.
Tony sighed and put the phone back in his pocket. He faced the closed door and turned the handle. “What are you doing here?”
Natasha turned from the hospital to look at Tony, shoving her hands in her pocket.
“Shouldn’t you be on the run or something?”
“I just wanted to check on her.”
Tony nodded in understanding. This was not something he would turn Romanoff in for. He walked to the other side of the bed and looked down at the girl who laid in it.
Jo had been in a coma since Tony had found her trapped beneath the plane wreckage. If he had known that was where she had landed… Tony shook his head. What was done was done. Blaming himself would not wake Jo up. According to the doctor’s nothing would. Even with Jo’s healing ability they were not certain this was something she could recover from. They had suggested pulling the plug… Doing so caused Tony to shout more than he had during the whole accords argument with Steve.
That would be too far.
To take Jo away before Steve could say goodbye to her. Tony hated the guy, but Tony also knew what it was to not have closure. Steve would need that when Tony finally got the nerve to tell him what had happened to his daughter. He already had his lawyers working on clearing Steve’s name, it was the least Tony could do, since Jo was here because of him.
“Don’t blame yourself.” Natasha whispered, as if she could read his thoughts. “Jo made her own choices and would slap you upside the head if she knew you blamed yourself.”
“You make it sound like she’s already gone.”
Natasha looked Tony in the eyes with a sadness he had never seen before.
Before either could speak the machine beside Jo’s bed began to beep franticly, drawing the attention of multiple doctors and nurses.
“She’s crashing!” Someone shouted.
“What’s happening?”
“Her heart just went from normal to nearly nothing and it’s not going back up!”
“Well do something!” Tony shouted frantically as a nurse tried to usher him out of the room. “Don’t you dare let her die! He’s not here! She needs to be here when he gets here!”
Natasha slipped out of the room without anyone noticing.
Tony sat as his desk, having ordered everyone to not disturb him until further notice. He looked at the small phone that now sat on his desk. That damn phone. That only had one number in it. Now there was no reason to not call, but still, Tony could not bring himself to do it.
This made him regret signing the accords.
Not the Avengers falling apart. Not losing Steve. Not locking up his friends. No, this was something he had no seen coming.
Tony downed the rest of his drink and picked up the phone. Some might call it cruel to do what he was about to do. Taking away a man’s hope that his daughter would find her way home to him. But Tony saw it as a mercy. Because false hope, was worse than no hope at all.
The phone rang three times.
“I didn’t think you’d call so quickly,” Came the familiar voice.
“Steve.”
“I honestly didn’t think you’d call at all,” Steve sighed.
“It’s Jo.”
“Do you know where she is?” Steve asked, panic rising in his tone. “Are you keeping her somewhere? Got a special prison just for her? Was your underwater one not secure enough? I mean, I know my daughter is impressive but to- “
“Steve stop!” Tony yelled.
The other line went quiet, Tony could only hear Steve’s breathing.
“She’s not… She’s not locked up.”
“Then where is she!”
“Steve…” Tony’s voice cracked. “Jo is dead.”
Steve couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. He barely registered the sound of Tony’s voice coming from the phone that now laid on the floor.
Jo
His Jo
Dead
That couldn’t be right. She was tough. Jo could take care of herself, as she liked to constantly remind him. There had to be some mistake.
“Steve,”
Steve turned to see Clint standing behind him, wearing a worried expression on his face. “Have you heard from Jo?” His voice was quiet, like it was painful to talk.
“No… Listen, Steve, I need to- “
“Have you heard from Natasha? Maybe she’s heard form Jo. Or T’Challa. Maybe he could find her on – “
“Steve! Slow down for a sec.” Clint spoke calmly. Clint picked the phone off the ground and held it up to his ear. “Tony? Yeah, it’s Clint. I know. Nat told me. I know. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him.”
Clint hung up and turned to Steve. “Steve, you already know what I’m about to tell you.”
“It’s not true. It’s not.” Steve growled. Something in him was breaking, like a damn that had been holding him together had finally taken too many hits.
“Natasha contacted me. She was there when it happened.”
“It can’t… It just can’t…” Steve fell to the floor, his back hitting the wall. Tears now flowed down the Captain’s face. He shouldn’t have let her go. Should have insisted on her coming with them in jet. Where he could keep on eye on her. Protect her.
His Jo…his daughter.
Clint sat down beside his friend, not saying a word. There is nothing to be said when someone loses a child. Nothing can describe such a pain. Nothing will be a comfort. Even time has trouble healing such a wound.
It was drizzling, which Jo would have said was completely cliché. Sam was back at the car. Respecting Steve’s wish of wanting to be alone for this. Tony had been able to pull some strings, so Steve could get to England undetected. It was the least he could do Tony had said.
Tony had had Jo buried next to her mother, where she belonged. He had even added Rogers to Jo’s last name and had put Joann on the tombstone. Jo would have slapped him for it.
Steve didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t say goodbye because there was no one there to say goodbye to. His daughter was dead. His whole world was gone.
He could have dealt with Peggy going, that he had been expecting. The fight about the accords was inevitable. Bucky was a tough one to swallow. But this. This may be the last straw. He had tried to do good. To do what was right, fight for what he believed him. And look where that got him.
Steve’s tightened his grip on the cardboard box as anger burned in his chest. He had given everything to cause all those years ago and for a split second he regretted it. Because then there would have been no war, no Peggy, no daughter to lose.
But then… He remembered the sound of her laugh. How annoyingly stubborn she could be. The movie marathons. The late-night trainings. And Steve realized that even with all the pain, loss, and fighting he would do it all again. Because it meant, even if he didn’t know it the whole time, he got to have a family. She was worth it all.
Steve placed the box in front of the tomb stone. “Enjoy your pepperoni pineapple pizza you weirdo.”
Steve didn’t notice the figure behind the trees as he walked back the car. Didn’t notice them walk to grave and pick up the pizza box as Sam drove away.
No one saw the daughter of the shield take out a slice as she made her way down the road.
Hello lovelies, I hope you’re all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.
Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).
Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that’s it.
Minors DNI
Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him.
Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off.
Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve’s jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.
Hello lovelies, I hope you’re all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.
Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).
Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that’s it.
Minors DNI
Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him.
Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off.
Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve’s jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.
Hello lovelies, I hope you’re all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.
Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).
Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that’s it.
Minors DNI
Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him.
Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off.
Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve’s jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.
Hello lovelies, I hope you’re all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.
Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).
Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that’s it.
Minors DNI
Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him.
Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off.
Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve’s jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.
In front of him sat various terrified men. Four hundred and fifty thousand dollars worth of firearms were stolen from one of Steve’s downtown warehouses. John Walker was currently blaming every other man in the room for the weapons ‘disappearing’ and took no responsibility for what happened. The warehouse was his responsibility, Steve trusted John to watch over the area.
John Walker was supposed to be in charge.
“Y’know Walker, I’m getting really sick of you putting the blame on everyone else.” Steve stood up and shrugged off his suit jacket before placing it on the back of the chair. His hand moved to rub over his mouth and beard in one quick motion.
“You were the one in charge of the safe house, so unless someone in this room can tell me what happened..” Steve paused to look around the room at the other men before looking down at John. “You, John, will be dealing with the consequences.”
John opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, trying to think of an excuse, any excuse to get Steve off his back. Steves glare hardened in seconds and he pulled his gun out of the holster that sat across his shoulders.
“M..Mr Rogers” a voice squeaked from the corner. Peter Parker was shaking like a leaf, tears filling his eyes in fear of what the infamous Steve Rogers was going to do to him after calling him by name.
Peter had seen Brock Rumlow, a member of a rival Mafia, on the corner of the street talking to Walker on the night the weapons went missing.
“Yes Parker?” Steve barked, his head snapping towards Peter. Steve’s gun still rested against Walker’s head.
Peter mumbled, his words caught in his throat as fear consumed him. “Spit it out” Steve spat harshly when Peter didn’t speak again. With a deep breath in, Peter finally found his voice again.
“I..I saw Rumlow o..on the corner, with Walker on..on the night the weapons were taken. I wasonmywayhomeandIjustfiguredthatWalkerwastellingRumlowtogetoffourstreets” Peter
suddenly forgot how to talk again, his words coming out stuttered as his word vomit began.
Peter spoke fast but Steve heard every word and before a beat had passed a bullet was put through Walker’s thigh. An agonising cry filled the room as Walker grabbed his leg. Steve, quick to put his gun away, pulled John up by his collar, “Did you sell them to Rumlow?” Steve’s tone was harsh, his voice low as he waited for a response.
A forceful punch sent John’s face in the other direction as Steve waited for an answer, “Well?…Did you?”. Another violent punch met John’s face.
“H..he made an offer I couldn’t resist” John spat out, his eye already swelling shut while he spat some blood out of his mouth (along with a tooth… or three).
Rage consumed Steve as he pushed Walker to the floor. Within seconds his gun was back in hand and a bullet travelled between Walker’s eyes. Everyone in the room watched the whole ordeal in silence, no one daring to intervene or try to stop what Steve was doing. They all knew the second Peter spoke up that Walker was a traitor.
Steve put his gun on the desk, his hands moving to take off his holster and shirt that was decorated by John’s blood. He nodded towards Bucky and Sam who made quick work of getting rid of John and the rest of the men in the room.
“Parker”
Peter spun around so fast, almost giving himself whiplash. “Yes boss?” he squeaked before clearing his throat and standing up taller.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Could have saved me the hassle of losing 450K.” Steve began buttoning up a new shirt as he spoke, a brow raised at the brunette’s direction.
“I..” Peter looked down, “You trusted John to be..be in charge of the safe house. I was worried you wouldn’t believe me” he stuttered out.
“Kid..” Steve started, “if you ever see something that’s off, you gotta say.” Peter was shocked at Steve’s response. “You’ve got good instinct, a sixth sense. I need that. You’ve got the safe house. The men there will be under your orders and anyone who doesn’t do as you say will face the same fate Walker did… Trust yourself, if something is off, tell us. Do that and you’ll work your way up the ladder here pretty quickly.”.
Peter smiled before putting on a serious face when he saw the way Steve’s brows furrowed. “Yes boss,” Peter nodded before leaving the room.
Steve wasn’t just the leader of the biggest Mafia in New York, he was the CEO of his family’s business. His business savvy is what brought his Mafia family to the top and it was his own instincts that were going to keep them there.
Once the Walker situation had been disposed of, Steve and his two right hand men decided to head out for some lunch. Exiting the private estate in a private plate SUV the men travelled to a small Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town. They were seated at their usual table by the owner Mr Falcone, an older gentleman and ordered three neat whiskeys.
The three men had been coming here since they were young and had bonded with the owners, a married couple from Italy who opened the restaurant when they first travelled to America. The men began to converse discreetly before ordering their food with Mrs Falcone who graced them each with a loving kiss on the cheek and a hug when she greeted them.
“Ahh my favourite boys, where have you all been?” she kissed Steve’s cheek before moving to Sam, “it’s been too long since you’ve been here” she scolded and soon found her way to Bucky, “I’ve missed you” she pinched his cheeks.
They engaged in small talk before a group of women walked in. Mrs Falcone excused herself and made her way to the door to welcome them in. They were seated a few tables away from the men and some of the women blushed as they made eye contact with the handsome mafia men.
One of the women caught Steve’s eyes. She appeared to be the quietest of the group, not having said a word the whole time they had been in the restaurant. He thought she was gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful.
He gazed at her, watching her eyes light up and a smile take over her face when one of her friends turned to tell her something. Her eyes were gentle and matched her facial features. She wasn’t his usual type, a bit plumper in some areas but that didn’t bother him one bit. He watched as she engaged in conversation with Mr and Mrs Falcone (the pair always tried to get to know their customers) her luscious lips capturing his attention.
“Steve” Bucky knocked his shoulder against Steve’s to draw him back to reality.
“What?” Steve hissed, frustratedly moving his gaze away from the woman at the other table.
“I said you’re drooling” Bucky let out a boyish laugh and ruffled Steve’s hair.
Steve had been best friends with Bucky and Sam since they were young and they had always had each other’s backs. Their parents were all involved in the same Mafia family so it was only right that the three men joined them when the time came.
While Steve was the one in charge, his best friends both played big roles within the business. Sam was in charge of the money side of things, making sure all the calculations were right before deals were made and Bucky, well Bucky was the muscles.
All three men (and the men and women within their organisation) were fit and ready for any form of fight - mental or physical but Bucky was a different breed. If Steve ever needed to intimidate someone then he would send Bucky. Even if Steve was in the same room, it was Bucky who threatened people with physical violence - the metal arm he had since his early twenties being the thing people feared most.
“Fuck off” Steve grinned as his gaze wandered over to the woman once more, watching as she excitedly opened some presents that her friends had put on the table. It was normal for the men to tease each other about women, it’s what they had always done.
“She is cute” Sam hummed in approval as he surveyed the group of women, “and so are her friends” he sent a wink towards one of the others at the table.
Bucky called over Mrs Falcone and asked his favourite lady what the presents were for.
“Oh, the one with the presents just graduated, a teacher” she said cheerily “isn’t it lovely to see young women achieving their dreams, look how happy she looks”. Mrs Falcone looked over at the table with a big smile as the women cheered their cocktails in celebration.
Steve nodded in approval “very lovely indeed”, his tone shifted as he looked over at the women again “give them a bottle of champagne from us, actually make it two. They’re a big group” he smiled up at her.
“Oh you boys” she ruffled their hair “such good boys” she clapped cheerily as she walked behind the bar and got the bottles along with 3 more whiskies for the men.
Once the bottles were taken over to the table the group of women looked over to the group of mobsters and giggled when the three men raised their glasses. The girl Sam winked at invited the boys over and who were they to say no to a table of gorgeous women.
Steve made sure to sit beside the teacher, a small smirk growing on his lips at the way she blushed.
“Congratulations, I’m Steve by the way”. He held out his hand to her and she gently shook it.
“Thank you, I’m Y/n” a small sweet smile graced her features before she got distracted by the commotion of the rest of the group introducing themselves.
Plot:You and Steve were together before the Accords but he left you without a goodbye. Overtime your heart started to heal. Though are you ready to let someone else in?
Pairings: Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader (past), OC Malcolm Brekker x Stark!Reader
Genre: Angst all around with a little bit of fluff if you squint.
Summary: Tony goes to meet the boy y/n left behind in suburban Japan… except he isn’t in Japan anymore.
(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)
Warnings: Swearing, Canon Typical Violence, Character Death.
At the sound of his name, his head instantly turns to look at the intruder. The punch that he was about to throw at the man tied up in front of him halts mid air.
He thought the fact that he was being interrupted would be the most astounding thing that happens to him today but when he sees the man who interrupted him—
“Tony Stark, Iron Man.” Malcolm’s confounded to say the least.
