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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Imagine this: Soft!Dark!softforreader!Bucky,Steve Rogers,Ari, Mad Hatter, Andy and Lance Tucker x socially awkward! socially anxious!reader <3 No smut imagined bc I'm feeling like a sex-repulsed asexual today 🤪 So, they are eager to please the reader, they don't want to upset nor displease the reader 🦋 They are oh so soft with R 😩💘 they will go onto their knees and grovel if you so much as hint you are angry at them 💞

hi! I hope you like what I did. sorry, it took so long.

the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

The six men were madly in love with the same woman. At first, trying to get Y/n to believe they truly loved her was complex and challenging, but the more persistent they were, the faster she started to believe and fall in love back.

They all had certain things they’d do for you that the other could not.

Bucky would comfort you when you’d wake from terrible nightmares, staying with you and making sure you’d have a warm glass of milk and some biscuits, smothering you in kisses until you’d fall into a peaceful slumber.

Steve would bake with you when your cravings would take place, covering the kitchen with pies, biscuits and anything sweet. Sometimes, it would end in a playful food fight as you two love to compete.

Ari would build a massive fort filling it with your favourite snacks while your favourite movie would be on tv. He’d cuddle with you as you stared at the screen and speak line for line, grabbing some snacks but missing because you were so focused on the movie.

Jefferson, or Mad Hatter as you’ve nicknamed him, would make you flower crowns, knowing they were your favourite hats. He’d bring you into his little section and stand behind you as he taught you how to make the perfect hat.

Andy would tell you stories and hold you tight against his chest as he’d let you in on his day and the cases that would pile up. He’d feed you fruits as you listen to him before he returns the favour when you tell him about your day.

Lance would help keep you healthy. He’d do any type of exercise with you, buy you all the workout clothes you’d need, he’d help you stretch when your body needed it or massage you when your body became too sore.

They treat her like the queen they know she is, ensuring that she knows they only have eyes for her. They’d never dream of being with anyone else, and the thought repulses them. They’d rather drink bleach than be with another woman.

They would die for you, kill for you and many more. You have never felt so loved and cherished before. They never want to upset or make you mad, and each man will beg for your forgiveness if they think you are the tiniest bit upset or angry with them.

They remember the first time they made you mad. It was hell for them. You wouldn’t speak to them for a week. No matter what they did to try and make you talk to them again, you wouldn’t budge. When you finally calmed down and collected yourself, it was a relief when they heard words leave your lips and be directed toward them.

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nsfw-at-its-finest · 3 years

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Hi! I wanted to request a Steve Rogers x Male!Reader, basically the reader and Steve "hate" each other bc Steve is always rude to reader but thats only bc he has a crush on reader. So on day on a mission the reader saves Steve's life on a mission and Steve want to apologize to reader for being an asshole to him. So he does and confesses at the same time. Reader obviously likes him back, and maybe some smut with top!reader and Steve being really vocal and calling reader daddy or something⁉️but yeah nd then the aftercare and its all good in the end. Also the reader would be really tall and buff cus its kind of inspired by and oc of mine and yea :) take out whatever you are not comfortable with! I don't mind❤

Title: I hate you, I love you

Rating: M (18+)

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male reader

Y/n: Your name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: Smut, Bottom Steve, Top Y/n, Daddy kink, cussing, kissing, mentions of death, CONCENT IS IMPORTANT, practice safe sex!!

Word count: 2678

Contrary to belief, Steve didn’t hate Y/n, quite the opposite. He was quite enamored with the other man, and the super soldier had been struggling with that endlessly.

He was from the 40’s, things like homosexuality were taboo and punished for acting out upon, so it was mind boggling for the captain to come to terms with the fact that he could love whoever the hell he wanted now.

He got lost in those hypnotizing E/c eyes, the other man’s hair shining beautifully in the moon light. When he towered over Steve and the sun framed his figure, he looked ethereal, stealing his breath away.

The man out of time was slowly coming to terms with this realization and acceptance of his love for another man when a particular grueling mission rolled around.

He was of course the hardest on Y/n, he wanted the man to be better, to be safe. He didn’t think his heart could bear the weight of seeing him hurt in the field, let alone dying.

See the reason everyone believed he hated the man of his affections was because he was a hard ass, yelling at him more, training him more, and overall working him harder than the rest of the team.

He knew Y/n would be better than all of them one day if he focused himself and stopped being a damn idiot on missions. Ironic enough, Steve was the reason for the overworked hero’s injury in the field.

Steve had been so distracted by keeping an eye on the E/c eyed man that he’d missed an enemy sneaking up on his six, and if it hadn’t been for Y/n, he’d probably be in the med bay or worse right now. Just the thought sent waves of fear crashing over the captain, he wasn’t ready to die yet, ye still had so much left to do.

His fellow hero had taken the monstrous creature out, looking like a god as he did so. The blonde’s cheeks flushed as his thoughts strayed in battle, forcing himself to focus. His own personal feelings could wait for now.

The battle finished what felt like an eternity later, all the heroes happy to return home to their faithful beds and get some much-needed rest. After the required post mission meeting everyone went their own ways, Steve faltering in the hallway.

His thoughts raced a mile a minute, wondering if Y/n would be okay if he stopped by to thank him for the save, or if the man would just wish to be alone.

After some internal debate the soldier made his way to Y/n’s floor, heart thudding in his chest as the elevator opened to show the unfamiliar area.

Y/n’s intoxicating scent swirled around him, making his head fuzzy and cheeks flush a light pink. He cleared his throat before calling out.

“Y/n?” Steve tipped his head to the side, hearing the steady thrum of the other man’s heart, following it down the hall to a mahogany door.

The blonde heard a thump on the other side of the door and foolishly opened it before he could think of repercussions, mouth going dry at the sight of Y/n standing in his underwear.

Scars littered the man’s body like a story singing out to Steve, his mouth begging to taste the smooth looking flesh. His blue eyes trailed shamelessly down Y/n’s body before embarrassment finally caught up to him, causing the man to clear his throat once more.

“Can I help you, Captain?” Y/n questioned, eyebrow quirked, and arms crossing over his chest to show off his bulging muscles.

Steve’s mouth opened and closed for a few seconds, face feeling as if it was burning in an inferno.

“I wanted to come and say thank you for saving me today.” Steve finally choked out, forcing his eyes off the other man’s biceps. (Christ he could crush Steve’s head with those)

A bashful smile bloomed across the H/c haired man’s face, head bowing slightly. “It was nothing, you may hate me, but we’re a team and we look out for each other.”

The reply Steve got made his heart clench painfully, eyes running over Y/n’s familiar features. “I don’t hate you.” He almost whispered his admission, as if it was some terrible secret.

Y/n’s head shot up; eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “What?”

“I don’t hate you, quite the opposite actually.” Steve nervously ran his fingers though his blonde locks, refusing to look at the other man’s burning stare.

“So, you’re telling me, that you don’t hate me, and you are apparently in love with me?” Y/n asked incredulously, a look of disbelief tainting hid beautiful features.

“Yes?” Steve replied nervously, a quiet, pathetic chuckle leaving his lips.

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re an idiot, how are you our captain again?” Y/n questioned, rubbing his temples as if he was keeping a migraine at bay.

Steve’s flush darkened and he opened his mouth to defend himself, but Y/n shot him a dark look that made his knees turn into jelly and a warm feeling curl into his stomach.

“Oh no, don’t you dare start Steve. You’ve been very bad, and I think I should show you who’s in control, should I not?” He questioned, walking closer to the clothed man.

Steve swallowed thickly looking up at the burly man, mind blank. God that was way hotter than it should’ve been.

Y/n’s rough feelings brushed delicately against Steve’s jaw, a smirk playing on his lips, but a serious look in his eyes.

“If I do anything that makes you even slightly uncomfortable, tell me immediately. Is that understood?” He questioned, thumb brushing against his light stubble.

“Yes.” Steve breathed out, looking up at the larger man from under his eyelashes. Y/n raised an eyebrow, thumb lightly digging into his skin in a way that was unpleasant.

Steve shivered, leaning into the touch slightly. “Yes sir.” He corrected himself, assuming that it was a role reversal in the bedroom. Steve had no issue with that, he hated being in control all the time, he loved the idea of Y/n having complete control of his pleasure.

Y/n rewarded him with a loving grin, leaning down to brush their lips together. “Good boy.” He breathed out; eyes fluttering shut as he pressed their lips together harshly.

Steve let out a small sound against the larger man’s lips, arms moving to wrap around Y/n’s neck. His fingers grasped onto any hair he could reach as their teeth clashed together. Steve’s feet were suddenly off the ground, an embarrassing squeak leaving his lips.

He pulled back, chest heaving as he panted breathlessly. Y/n held the super soldier up by his hips with ease, the smirk back on his lips.

“We’ve only kissed, and you already look wrecked.” The man teased, leaning forward to brush his lips against Steve’s jaw.

Steve whined, tipping his head to the side to give Y/n more access. The man’s teeth scraped tantalizingly against the sensitive flesh of his neck, goosebumps raising across his arms.

“Do you want to keep going?” Y/n asked, his tongue dipping out to lick up a bead of sweat that began for form. Steve’s grip tightened on the other man’s hair, heart fluttering a bit.

“Yes, God yes.” Steve breathed out, a giggle leaving his lips when he was unceremoniously tossed onto the giant king-sized bed.

Y/n came to staddle his hips, fingers ghosting over his skin where his shirt had ridden up. “You’re beautiful.” He admired, leaning down to connect their lips once more.

This kiss was much more feverish and needy on Steve’s part, his pants uncomfortably tight against his erection. His hands reached out to rub Y/n’s thighs, fingers ghosting over the other man’s bulge and Jesus Christ almighty was that going to fit?

He let out a shuddering breath, unable to stop himself from leaning up into the E/c eyed male’s touch. He broke from the kiss, head falling back against the mattress as Y/n began to suck and lick at his neck.

Steve’s eyes fluttered as Y/n bit down on his neck, before soothing the aching would with kitten like licks.

Fingers brushed against the skin of his stomach as his shirt was pushed up and eventually tugged over his head, Steve’s eyes opening to see the hungry, almost predatory like look in Y/n’s eyes.

“So beautiful and needy, and all for me.” The man breathed out, leaning down to wrap his lips around one of Steve’s perky nipples. The blonde let out a cry, a surge of heat running through his body at the sensation

His teeth scraped against the sensitive bud, Steve’s back arching a bit into the touch, silently begging for more. The H/c haired man littered Steve’s chest with bite marks and hickeys, possessively marking the captain as his own.

By the time Y/n was tugging down Steve’s pants the blonde was begging pathetically, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and lust alike. His hips twitched against his will when his aching erection finally got attention, Y/n’s fingers ghosting over it.

“So needy for daddy, aren’t you?” The man breathed out, eyes fixated on the clothed bulge, before his head whipped up. Steve was surprised to see the confident man’s face bright red, as his own dick twitched in interest at the title.

“Please daddy.” Steve all but whined out, and damn did he sound and look so pretty. Y/n licked his bottom lip, Steve’s blue orbs following the movement.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me, I do suppose you deserve a reward.” The man relented, finally releasing Steve from his confines, the soldier almost crying out in relief. A sharp gasp left his throat as thick fingers ran up the underside of his erection, precum leaking from the slit.

“Can you turn over for me?” Y/n questioned, leaning down to run his tongue over the slit, collecting the bitter fluid with a low groan. Steve could’ve came at the very sight, taking a shaky breath.

Instead, he gave a shaky nod, rolling over obediently, ass sticking out in the air like the good boy he was. He’d been with enough men to know this is where he needed to be prepped, excitement surging through him at the idea of Y/n’s fingers deep inside him.

Steve was rewarded with a small tug to his cock, a moan leaving his lips in response to the sensation.

All contact was lost for a second, causing the blondes head to whip around, looking for the other man. Y/n gave him a comforting smile, opening his bed side drawer to pull out lube.

“Don’t worry baby boy, daddy isn’t going anywhere.” He soothed, fingers running up the hump of Steve’s ass.

The sound of the cap opening eased Steve back down onto the pillows, his head coming to rest on the mounds of cotton. A shiver running down his spine when a slick finger ran over his hole.

He keened in the back of his throat, pushing back against the touch as Y/n slowly eased a finger in. As Steve was stretched out, the dom was surprisingly gentle, praising the blonde repeatedly for how well he was taking his fingers, for his pretty sounds, for basically everything.

It just made the super solider relax more, practically melting into the mattress by the time he was fully stretched out and ready to take Y/n’s cock. He looked over his shoulder as the other man pulled off his boxers, practically drooling at the sight in front of him.

Y/n was both long and thick, a thick bushel of H/c hair sitting at his pelvis, the head of his cock red and leaking precum from the lack of attention. The man grabbed a condom from his bed side, tearing it open in one motion and rolling it on himself.

Steve had to hold back a whine of displeasure, reminding himself to practice safe sex in the back of his head. (Even if he wanted to be leaking because he was so full of cum.)

Y/n rubbed Steve’s lower back, giving him a soft smile. “Are you still sure baby, we can stop.” He assured, nails lightly raking against the sensitive skin.

“Please daddy.” Steve whined out, already sounding fucked out of it, just from his fingers. He pushed back against his touch, giving the other man a look similar to a pout.

Y/n hummed lightly, leaning down to press kisses against Steve’s shoulder and neck as the head of his cock pressed against his loosened ring of muscles.

The head slid in with ease, Steve letting out a ludicrous moan of pleasure as Y/n hissed under his breath.

“Please please please.” Steve rambled under his breath, pushing back against the other man’s cock as he slowly slid in. It felt like an eternity until he was fully inside, and Steve was deliciously full, every cell in his body singing with pleasure.

Steve turned his head to look back at Y/n, the man cupping his jaw and kissing him ferociously as he set a brutal pace, the blonde crying out loudly against his lips.

The obscene wet sounds of kissing and Y/n sliding in and out of him stirred the fire in Steve’s stomach, his cock aching delightfully.

He reached behind him to grasp the larger man’s hair in a death grip, Y/n’s free hand coming up to wrap around his waist and support Steve.

The kiss was broken by Y/n this time who began to suck and bite marks into Steve’s neck, the blonde’s head uselessly falling against his shoulder with his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“You’re all mine. Daddy’s the only one who gets to see you like this.” Y/n proclaimed possessively, hand leaving Steve’s jaw to pinch his nipple, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger.

Steve let out a whine in return, pressing back against Y/n in agreement. He felt like his mind was melting in the best way possible.

He felt like his body was floating with the mind-numbing pleasure he was experiencing, no one had ever made him feel this good before.

The blonde was already embarrassingly close, but it seemed so was Y/n with the way his thrusts were getting sloppy, his hand moving down to wrap around Steve’s cock.

He jerked him off at the same brutal pace, Steve crying out his name like a prayer on repeat, tightening around Y/n as he came. His eyes rolling back as a loud cry left his lips, legs quivering violently underneath him.

Y/n was close to follow, biting down on Steve’s neck with a growl of the man’s name as he came, fucking him through their orgasms. Once they were both milked dry, he slowly pulled out, setting a blissed-out Steve on the plush mattress. He pulled off and tied the condom up before tossing it into the trash before going to the bathroom.

He wet a cloth before returning to the bed, kneeling between Steve’s thighs to gently clean up the lube, and then to his chest to clean up the cum all while praising he man and giving him sweet kisses.

Steve melted under all the attention, eyes staying shut as exhaustion hit him full force. Once Y/n was done cleaning him up, arms wrapped around Steve’s waist protectively, kisses being pressed against his head.

“You did so good for me Stevie, I love you so much.” The E/c eyed man breathed out, nosing his hair gently. Steve’s eyes opened for a moment, before closing.

“I love you too.” He all but slurred out, causing Y/n to chuckle. “Get some sleep baby, we can talk in the morning.” And with the man he loves protecting him Steve got the best sleep he’d had in 70 years.

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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Divided We Fall

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~2.7k

Summary: In which she feels torn between the man she’s grown to love, whose ideas she agrees with, and her mentor and brother figure - who took her in with open arms and always accepted her when nobody else could.

Warnings: mentions of violence, angst, soft steve as always. you know the drill

A/N: tony’s your sort-of older brother (he took you in to train you not long before howard and maria passed), and you’re around steve’s age? I think? idk. includes a short IW scene but the time skip isn’t as drastic. SUPER SHITTY BC THIS IS A REALLY OLD ONESHOT

Tags: @pies-writes-and-more <3

Steve stood alone in the isle after Peggy’s funeral, leaning against the pew as he stared blankly down at the ground with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

You silently approached him and without introduction, he began to speak. "When I came out of the ice, I thought everyone I had known was gone. Then I found out that she was alive. I was just lucky to have her."

"She had you back, too."

Steve looked up, meeting your gaze. "Who else signed?"

"Tony, Rhodey, Vision, Nat."

"Clint?"

"Says he's retired," you smiled slightly.

"Wanda?"

"TBD. I'm off to Vienna for the signing of the Accords. There's plenty of room on the jet."

Steve sighed and bowed his head.

"Just because it's the path of least resistance," you continued, "doesn't mean it's the wrong path. Staying together is more important than how we stay together."

"What are we giving up to do it?" He shook his head, unconvinced by your words. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I can't sign it."

"I know. I don't want to, either. But it's not like I have any other choice."

"The thing is, you do."

"You know why I am." You gave him a hard stare. "Tony...he's basically the only family I have left. I'm no longer a daughter, no longer a girl with dreams...no longer with hope. I'm a weapon. As much as I don't agree with him, betraying him is the last thing I wanna do. He’s my mentor. I can’t just turn against him like that...it wouldn’t feel right."

"Y/N..."

"You know what I've done," you took in a deep breath, "I don't want to hurt any more people. I don't want to be controlled by a government that might not deem everything big enough of a threat for us to go out and do something about it, but I can't risk any more than I already have. I don't have any other choice but to sign those Accords, Steve."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I didn't want you to be alone."

You stepped forward, carefully pulling him into an embrace and at first, he tensed up at your touch but eventually relaxed, letting his arms wrap around you to pull you closer. And he just held you there, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other one held to the back of your head. Your head was buried in his chest and the warmth of him felt so familiar and safe; oddly comforting, that your chest began to ache because you knew in a matter of time you'd be ripped apart again.

Steve felt guilty. Despite the fact that he was the majority of the reason why all of this was happening, you still found it in your heart to look past it all and forgive him, to accept him for who he was.

The broken woman standing before him was someone he'd grown to care about far more than he wanted himself to. Knowing that it wasn't long before you were taken away from him and forced to stand against him only made his grip around you tighten, as he was afraid to let you go out of his sight.

...

Seeing you across from him on the opposite side of the battlefield, standing firmly in between your Tony and T'Challa, broke his heart. If he was forced to fight Tony's team, he would. But he wasn't going to fight you, no matter what.

Everyone, while they were all busy fighting each other, could clearly tell something was going on between the two of you. But they didn't question it. They could clearly tell Steve loved you too much to even try and lay a finger on you and when someone else tried to, he quickly advanced on them.

You finally caved and turned last minute towards the end of the battle, unable to stand against the one man you cared about more than anyone else that wasn't family.

Everyone's actions followed with consequences. Though you'd switched sides abruptly, you'd been granted permission to stay with Tony at the compound under strict circumstances that you never stepped out of line again, or you'd be sent to the Raft prison along with the rest of Team Cap as well.

"Cap loves you, you know," Rhodey noticed your solemn expression as you, him, and Tony sat around in the lounge, taking in the aftermath.

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you pressed your fingers to your temples. "I made a mistake."

"We all make mistakes. People do bad things when they're trying to survive."

"Tony, I'm sorry," you turned over to the billionaire, "but I just...I couldn't stand against him. Not when we've stuck together for so long." The words that came out of Tony's mouth surprised you.

"I know. He couldn't do that, either."

"We've all done things that we'd like to take back," you murmured, staring down at your hands now in your lap, "Pain makes people change. I'd like to believe I didn't just do this, I didn't almost turn on you guys. You know I didn't want to sign. But I did, because you're like my family. I can't fight my own family." "He's made mistakes, yeah," Rhodey said, "but we've all messed up, you know. We’re only human.”

"My mistake was letting myself love someone I'd have to end up hurting eventually," you stated bitterly, a sharp edge to your voice.

"Cap made that same mistake, too," Tony spoke up. "We all screwed up. Some of us just have to find it in ourselves to forgive...but I don't know if I can do that yet."

"I know," you glanced over at him, "I miss them so much. Your parents...they changed my life for the better."

The billionaire took in a shaky breath. "I miss them too."

"You guys might wanna open this now," Rhodey handed you an envelope with your name on it, and Tony a package with a phone inside. "Tony Stank."

You snorted, and Tony cracked a small smile.

"Table for one, Tony Stank?" you joked.

"You're practically a Stank too, Y/L/N, you know that," he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Tony Stank just sounds funnier."

You quickly fell silent as you opened the letter.

Y/N, I'm glad you're back at the compound. I don't like the idea of you and Stark rattling around a mansion by yourself. We all need family. The Avengers are yours, maybe more so than mine. I've been on my own since I was 18. I never really fit in anywhere, even in the army. My faith's in people, I guess. Individuals. And I'm happy to say that, for the most part, they haven't let me down. Which is why I can't let them down either. Locks can be replaced, but maybe they shouldn't. I know I hurt you both. I guess I thought by not telling you about Howard and Maria that I was sparing you, but I can see now that I was really sparing myself, and I'm sorry. Hopefully one day you can understand. I wish we all agreed on the Accords, I really do. I know you're doing what you believe in, and that's all any of us can do. I know you didn't want to sign, but you were right in siding with your family. Even though you were on the opposite side of the battlefield, I couldn't fight you. I didn't want to hurt you. I still don't and I never will. No matter what happens. Just know that I ...

"Priority call from Secretary Ross," FRIDAY's voice drifted through the room, "There's been a breach at the Raft prison." "Yeah, put him through."

"Y/N, Tony, we have a problem, Cap and—" Ross called in.

"Ah, please hold," you interrupted.

"No, don't—"

You glanced back down at the letter in your hands, filled from top to bottom with Steve's elegant handwriting.

So, no matter what. I promise you, if you need us, if you need me, I'll be there. It's you, it always has been and it always will be, and I'm sorry for realizing that too late. I'm sorry for not being able to come back. I know I promised I'd always be by your side, and I will. Although I may not in the best situation to return right now, I promise you I'll see you soon. Take care, -S.R.

Several tears welled up in your eyes and slipped down your face as you closed the letter, staining the paper with dark spots.

"So, what'd he say," Tony took in your watery eyes and hard-set jaw. "Something wrong?"

"...He's on the run," your voice broke, "but they're all out. He broke them out.”

...

170 DAYS LATER

It was almost half a year of Team Cap jumping from motel to motel under different names and disguises every night, while still trying to defend the world as best as they possibly could. And when they were caught, Steve was sure that they'd be sent back.

"He'll come back soon, I'm sure of it," Rhodey reassured you as you watched the news of the search for Captain America was still underway. "When someone loves you the way he does, he's gonna find a way to return."

"He doesn't love me. I'm no better than a monster. And...I'm pretty sure he has heart eyes for Sharon."

"Well, he fucked up on that part," he agreed, clasping your shoulder, "but you know what? In the end, he still loves you. We all saw the way he looked at you back in Germany, he didn't want to hurt you. If he truly cared, he wouldn't hurt you even if you were on the opposing side, and that's what he did. I know he's gonna return: for your sake."

"I don't know why I'm letting myself do this."

"What? Loving him? That isn't anything new."

"New?"

"Sweetheart, I knew from the moment I first saw you look at him that you were. Look, love is worth fighting for, but sometimes you can't be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. You gotta be vulnerable and let him in your heart. Otherwise you'll keep feeling like you're in pain."

He did return.

You'd gone to trial and defended him under your name two weeks prior. Much to your current oblivion, your persuasion had worked and he was granted release and allowed to return, though he did so under the same strict circumstances given to you as well. He was warned to not pull off something like this a second time, and promise to ask for the government's aid whenever necessary.

So you're not expecting to buzz him and the others in late one Friday night.

"Y/N."

"Nat?"

"Can you buzz us in?"

"Uh...yeah, sure," you nodded, opening the gates to let them through. Within minutes, they were standing right in front of you, looking the exact same as they did five months ago, though the exhaustion was clear in all their faces.

"Greetings, Y/N." The android's arm was slung around Sam's shoulders, who was helping to hold him upright.

"Vision."

"It's good to see you guys, Rhodey greeted.

"t's great to see you too," Wanda smiled. She seemed to have aged a bit since you'd last seen her though she was only a teenager, but still looked much younger than everyone nonetheless.

"Well, you guys really look like crap. Must've been a rough couple of months."

"Yeah, well, the hotels weren't exactly five-star," Sam shrugged. "Where's Clint?"

"After the whole Accords situation, him and Scott took a deal. It was too tough on their families, they're on house arrest," Natasha explained.

She turned to you and gave you a tight hug, squeezing your hand as she pulled away. "Hey. How you holding up?"

"Could be better," you gave her a sad smile. "I'm fine."

"Y/N, hey."

Steve stepped out from behind Wanda and Sam and took a few tentative steps towards you, his feet feeling heavier by the second.

The one man you thought you wouldn't be seeing again for a while was now in front of you, and you weren't sure how to react. Your heartbeat was deafeningly loud in your ears, drowning out the sounds of everything else as everyone fell silent upon seeing you two interact.

"Hey," you responded a few moments later, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. You lifted your head slowly, an unrecognizable sort of emotion flickering in your eyes for a brief second before you averted his gaze and looked back down at the ground.

He still looked the same, with his dirty-blonde hair and tall, muscular build, those piercing blue eyes and comforting arms. The sight of him alone made your chest ache and your stomach twist itself into knots at the same time you felt butterflies flying around. You hated that you allowed yourself to care about him so much, that your body still reacted to the sight of him even after not seeing him for so long.

"Uh...we'll give you two a moment," Sam awkwardly cleared his throat, leaving the room with the others.

When you glanced back up again you could see just how much being away had affected his overall appearance: his bright blue eyes that glittered with authority and passion had lost their light, red-rimmed and bloodshot with dark circles underneath that indicated it had been days since he last slept.

"I'm sorry, I know it took a while, but I'm here now. I missed you."

"I missed you, too," you said quietly. You swallowed hard, feeling the familiar sting to your eyes as you struggled to keep your tears at bay.

He sighed and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close like you'd done to him before all those months ago, gently rubbing your back. Despite the heaviness in your stomach, it still fluttered at the feeling of your body pressed against his and you sunk into his warmth, his touch making the room feel warmer somehow. His arms that held you were soft and comforting, yet strong and firm at the same time, and the feeling of being so close to him was so dizzying to the point it made your head spin. But you didn't want to let go, so you held onto him as tight as you possibly could.

During the time of his absence, when the majority of your days were spent wandering around the compound alone, you taught yourself to ignore the pressing feeling in the back of your head, the way you felt as if there was some void in your heart that could only be filled by him and him alone. Day by day you attempted to convince yourself that no, you weren't falling in love with him, no, you weren't supposed to fall in love with him because it'd only destroy you in the end.

Yet you still did.

Always playing the part of promoting liberty and justice for all, Steve believed his sole purpose was to inspire and empower others to make the world a better place, blending into the mantra of 'a star-spangled man with a plan.' He always planned things out, always knew what he was doing.

So when he realized as he was holding you there in his arms, that he'd fallen in love with you, he didn't have a plan. And frankly, it terrified him.

He didn't have a plan, so he just decided to go with what his gut told him.

Steve brushed a stray hair that fell across your face and tucked it behind your ear. You looked up in surprise, heart hammering against your chest as his thumb brushed ever so gently against your cheek before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

That's all he needed to do in order to eradicate all the anger, all the pent-up frustration and other emotion inside of you, to make you forgive him for every little thing that he's done to break your heart because there was nothing he could possibly do to make you love him any less.

"I love you," you mumbled as you pulled away, resting your head against his broad chest.

"I know. I love you too."

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