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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Purring with love

PAIRING || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 4.5K

SUMMARY || As you're walking to your car through the pouring rain, you suddenly spot a completely drenched cardboard box in the bushes. As you peek in, you find an abandoned little kitten who is only a few weeks old at most, so you decide to nurse it back to health, creating a strong bond between you two in the process.

RATING || Mature (M)

TAGS || Sugar Daddy AU. Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark. Sugar Baby!Reader.

WARNINGS || Unspecified age gap. Use of nicknames (Sugar). Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Overheard love confession. Animal abandonment. Animal rescue. Light sexual tension. Sexual content.

A/N || This amazing story has been brought to life with love and support from my bestie @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'll forever be grateful! Thank you for proofreading, loving, and supporting me because this wouldn't have existed without your help! Eu te amo 3000 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @avengersbingo || Clothes sharing Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || 'Hoping for more good days'

Banners: @nicoline1998enilocin || Divider: @rookthornesartistry || Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist

You sigh as you look outside from your place in the library, where you have been holed up all day to finish a few assignments. As soon as your alarm goes off, notifying you that it's time to go home, you quickly pack up your stuff to get to your car before the rain worsens.

Seeing how the clock is already creeping closer to 7 p.m., it is relatively quiet on Campus, except for the few evening classes that are still being taught. As you go to the door, you adjust your jacket and put the hood on, hoping to shield you from the rain for as long as possible.

With a last deep breath, you swing open the doors leading to the parking lot while inwardly scolding yourself for parking your car so far away today. With a bit of a jog, you make your way to the entrance of the lot, and you can already see your trusty car when your attention is suddenly pulled away.

Right next to the parking lot entrance is a small box that is half open. The rain is steadily pouring inside as you go over to see what is in it and throw it away if it's nothing important. When you crouch next to it, you forget all about the rain as you see a tiny, pitch-black kitten lying in a rapidly growing puddle.

The first thing you do is take off your jacket, rain be damned, and pick up the kitten to keep it warm inside. It's clear that it's still alive as their chest moves with every breath, but as you run to your car, you can't stop the tears from flowing, thinking about how anyone could even begin to think about doing something cruel like this.

As soon as you're dry in your car, you look for something to keep it warmer, suddenly remembering the blanket you have in your backseat. You wrap up the kitten safely, and it doesn't take long to stop shivering in the warmth.

Meanwhile, you find your phone at the bottom of your bag, and with tears streaming down your face steadily, you call the first person who comes to mind: Tony.

It only takes him two rings to pick up, and the worry on his face is immediately visible when he sees and hears how distraught you are.

"Who do I need to hunt down, Sugar?" Tony asks, worry laced in his voice as he sits down. He is technically in the middle of a meeting, but when he sees you calling, he drops everything and answers immediately.

"I-I don't k-know," you stammer out between sobs, tears constantly wetting your cheeks the second you try and wipe them away. "I-I found a-a kitten in a b-box in the p-pouring rain." More sobs make their way through your body as you look down at the kitten on your lap, your camera now aimed at them as well.

"Oh, poor Sugar," Tony whispers, his brows knitted together in concern.

"Are they still alive? Can you take them to a nearby vet?" he asks, and you nod, finally calming down a bit now that you're talking to Tony. His voice always manages to calm you during moments like these, and you wish he were there with you now, but the FaceTime call would have to suffice right now.

"Y-yeah, they're still breathing. Do you think I can keep them if they're okay? I can't abandon them in a shelter, and maybe I won't be as lonely in my apartment if they're around as well," you ask, your tears and sobs having reduced to sniffles now.

"Absolutely, you can, Sugar. Please keep me updated about their well-being, okay? I will ensure they have the best medical care and at-home care," he says, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly at his words.

"Thank you, Tony. And I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting," you whisper, guilt creeping into your gut.

"Please, there's no need to apologize, Sugar. You know you can call me no matter what, and I'll be there for you, alright?" he asks, and you nod. After your last goodbyes, he returns to his meeting as if nothing happened, and you look up the directions to the closest emergency vet.

Luckily, it's only a 15-minute drive, and as soon as you're there, the vet will immediately see you and the little kitten.

"So, what happened to them?" the vet asks, but you shrug.

"I found them in a box near the college, so I figured I'd give them a fair shot at life and bring them here," you say, tears welling up in your eyes again as you swallow away the lump forming in your throat.

"Alright, I'll check them out, and you can wait in here for now. I'll be back within 20 minutes or so," the kind man says. You nod before turning around and sitting down, ready to update Tony. When you unlock your phone, you get his incoming call and pick up on the first ring.

"Hi, Sugar," Tony says as he sees your face, this time with fewer tears. Warmth spreads through his chest as you smile at him and greet him back. For a moment, everything is right with the world again.

"How's the kitten doing?"

"We found out it's a he. The vet took him for some exams, and he should be back in about 20 minutes, so... All I can do now is wait," you say with a shrug and an unconvincing smile. At this moment, Tony decides to stop everything he's doing, as he needs to be with you tonight. You may not ask for it outright, but he can tell you shouldn't be alone, at least not on the first night.

"Do you have a name for him?" he asks, and you nod.

"I'm thinking of calling him Moon. He's a beautiful pitch-black cat with the most stunning blue eyes, and the name really seems to fit him well," you say, a smile now tugging at the corners of your lips as you think about the little kitten.

"I can't wait to meet little Moon," Tony replies as he allows himself to sink back into his office chair. There's a comfortable silence between you two for a short moment, and neither of you feels the need to fill it. Eventually, you two make some small talk until the vet returns, and you have to say your goodbyes.

"How is he?" you ask as you quickly get up from your seat, your heart going a mile a minute right now. You reach out to the kitten, petting his head gently with the tip of your finger, and he feels so soft.

"He's surprisingly doing well. I think you found him not long after he was left, so apart from his hunger, there's nothing wrong with him. Over the next few weeks, you will need to bottle-feed him until he can start eating regular food, and I would like to see him once a week for the next three or four weeks to keep an eye on him," the vet says, and you nod in understanding.

"For now, I'll give you enough supplies to last you a day or two, but you need to get more soon," he says. With that, he shows you how to feed little Moon, and you're on your way home quickly. With Moon sitting comfortably in a carrying case in one hand and the supplies in your other hand, you go out the door and back to your car.

"It's time to go home, Little Moon. Are you excited?" you ask him, and he lets out a squeaky noise that resembles somewhat of a meow, making your heart race as you hear it. As you take off, you can't stop thinking that you have officially adopted a kitten and won't be as lonely anymore in your apartment.

"Welcome home, Moon!" you tell the little kitten as your front door swings open. The first thing you do after closing it again is put the carrier and supplies down on your dining room table so you can put on something a bit warmer. It's a good thing he's asleep in there right now, so you quickly grab one of Tony's old shirts and a pair of sweatpants, changing with lightning speed.

Your hair is put up in a messy bun, and you decide to trade your contacts for your glasses, which makes you feel even more comfortable, especially since you have quite a long night ahead of you.

The moment you're back in your dining room, you look inside the carrier, and he's awake again, which is perfect timing for feeding him. His bottle is prepared within no time, and you wrap him up in the softest blanket you could find, which has pink and yellow flowers on it.

Moon latches on to the bottle without a problem, his eyes curiously looking around as you feed him. Just before you have the chance to sit down, you hear a few knocks on your door, and you make your way over to see who's on the other side. As soon as you peek through the little peephole, you see it's Tony, so you take a step back to call out that it's open.

"Tony, what are you doing here?" you ask, surprised as he's holding a duffle bag in one hand and some food in the other. He made the educated guess you still needed to eat dinner, and he was right.

"I figured my Sugar could use some extra help now that you have a baby to take care of," he winks, and your cheeks warm at his words. He leans forward to place a soft peck on your lips, and you happily accept it as you smile into the kiss.

"Thank you for coming over; I cannot even begin to explain how much I appreciate it," you sigh, and he nods.

"So, this is Moon, huh?" Tony asks after putting down the bags he is holding, and you nod.

"It is. I have enough supplies to take care of him for a day or two, so I have to go out and buy more tomorrow. Luckily, the vet gave me a list of everything I could possibly need to make sure he's happy and healthy," you tell Tony, who's now carefully petting Moon between his ears.

"He's beautiful," Tony whispers, and you agree.

"How about this: You sit on the couch and continue feeding and loving the little guy, and I get you a plate of food? I have a hunch you haven't had dinner yet, and I could use some food as well," he says, to which you happily agree.

"That would be amazing right about now. Thank you, Tony," you say, sitting on the couch with your legs crossed, looking down at Moon with a broad smile.

Tony can't stop smiling as he prepares a plate for you both. As he takes in the way you look in a pair of sweatpants and his shirt, combined with your glasses and your hair up like this, he can't help but fall in love with you just a little more, and he knows he can't hide it much longer. But for now, he will have to keep to himself, as there are other priorities to take care of.

"Who's ready for some food?" Tony asks as he walks into the living room with two plates of food, and the smell immediately invades your senses. He got Chinese take-out, and it smells divine.

"I'll just go put him down for a bit in his carrier; he just fell asleep again after finishing his bottle, so I'll be right back," you tell Tony. Before you know it, he's in the carrying case you brought him home in, but you decide to take off the top so you can keep an eye on him.

"Alright, I believe it's time for dinner!" you say excitedly as you walk back into the living room. As you stand before the couch, Tony extends his hand, and you take it, only to be pulled onto his lap with a soft shriek.

"Now I can finally say a proper hello to you," he whispers before leaning in to kiss you, his hands lying on your hips while your hands are gliding through the hair on the nape of his neck, your nails softly scratching over his scalp.

Your lips glide against his effortlessly, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. Your hearts match each other's rhythm as they speed up, and the moment is perfect. You're held by the man you love, and even though neither of you wants to admit it, you're both entirely sure about it.

You're both head over heels in love with one another.

During dinner, you and Tony watched a cheesy romantic comedy that happened to be on; even though neither of you paid too much attention to it—you were too busy teasing one another to even care about the movie—there were still a lot of laughs shared between you two over it.

"I can't believe people enjoy these movies, and even more so that people think a happily ever after like that exists," you sigh, thinking back to your awful past and why you moved to the other side of the country.

"I don't know, I quite like the idea of having a happily ever after with someone. To love someone so deeply that you would go to the end of the earth for them without a second thought. I guess I like the idea of having someone to grow old with and someone to come home to after a long day of work," he says, though his eyes are trained on the coffee table instead of looking at you.

"I mean, when you put it like that, I think I might want it as well, as long as it's with the right person," you say softly. You look at him from the corner of your eye, trying to see his reaction. His cheeks are turning a familiar pink tint, making you smile at his cuteness.

Without saying a word, Tony grabs your hand and interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing softly as his gaze is now focused on the TV again. You cuddle into his side more, your head leaning on his shoulder as you sigh softly.

Just as Tony has finally gathered the courage to tell you what's on his mind, your next alarm goes off, letting you know it's time to give Moon some medicine. It has to be given a few hours before he's fed again, so it's a good thing he's nearby. You can easily take care of him this way.

Reluctantly, you untangle your lips from Tony's and give him an apologetic smile as you get up. He also smiles at you, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes this time, and he's left with an empty feeling in his chest.

Moon is taking the medicine like an absolute champ, and before you know it, you're back on the couch with Tony, who has now wrapped his arm around you to pull you against his side, and your hand is tracing figures on his thigh as you're both watching another movie.

A shiver runs down your spine, and Tony pulls you closer to him, but to no avail.

"Tony? Can I maybe borrow your sweatshirt? I'm starting to get a little chilly over here," you ask, but he has a better plan.

"I brought you something even better," Tony says as he grabs a hoodie from his duffle bag. He wore it yesterday while working in his lab, so even though it's gotten a bit dirty, it smells like him, which you can never get enough of.

"Oh my god, thank you!" you say as you immediately slip it on. You pull Tony in for a hug, which he happily reciprocates. It feels good to be held by one another, and you two stay like that for a few minutes as you bury your nose in his neck.

"Thank you for being here, Tony. You didn't have to be, but I'm grateful you did," you tell him after you pull away. Your eyes look at his deep brown ones, and you can see a shimmer of happiness in them as he smiles.

"I know I didn't have to be, but I couldn't leave my girl alone after what happened," he tells you, and a deep red blush covers your cheeks. The thought of you being his girl makes you feel excited, but before you can say something stupid, you pull him into a kiss.

It started slowly at first, but when you moaned softly as he pulled you against him, Tony immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth. As you two explored each other's mouths for a while, you could feel yourself clenching around nothing, and he was also definitely getting aroused as well.

Just as Tony's hands wandered down your body and to the hem of the hoodie you were wearing, another alarm went off, but this time, it caught you both off-guard as you jumped apart.

"It's time for another feeding. Do you want to do the honors this time?" you ask, and he agrees after you give him a few more pecks.

"Alright," you say, and you get his bottle ready while Tony gets Moon ready, and he's all wrapped up in his little blanket. While Tony is feeding him, you take your time to snap some photos of Tony taking care of the black kitten, as it melts your heart, and you want to remember this moment for many years to come.

"Do you mind if I go take a shower? Now that you're here, I might as well make the most of the situation, especially after the rain earlier," you ask Tony after you've snapped enough photos to fill a few books.

"Course not, Sugar. You go take care of yourself, and I'll take care of him, okay?" Tony says softly, and you smile before turning around and heading towards your bathroom. As soon as you're in there, you grab a tight hold of the sink and suppress the scream that wants to leave your body.

Tony showing up for you like that and being so loving and sweet has the butterflies in your stomach in complete disarray, and you can't believe you have gotten so lucky as to have met someone like him. You thought you would never find love again after moving away, but he has shown you it's possible, and you're more than grateful for it.

The shower is quick but very refreshing as you finally get to wash away every last worry that has crept its way into your mind and body, making you refreshed and a little tired at the same time. The amount of relaxation you feel now is something you haven't felt in a long time, and you breathe a sigh of relief as a smile tugs on the corners of your lips.

Once you're done, you slip into a comfortable pair of underwear, sweatpants, and Tony's hoodie, which you bring up to your nose as you take a whiff of his scent. It envelops you completely, and it feels like coming home after a long day.

As you walk back to the living room, you hear Tony talking to Moon, and you can't help but wait on the other side of the door, partially because you're curious about what he's saying and partially because you don't want to interrupt their conversation.

"You're very lucky to have an amazing Mommy like Sugar, you know that? She'll take amazing care of you and love you so much. And maybe one day I will be your Daddy as well, making us a big, happy family," Tony says with a soft sigh, the idea of you two being together forming more and more in his head.

"I'm already so in love with you, you know that? And with Sugar, too, but I don't want to admit it just yet—I don't even know if she likes me like that as well," he tells Moon, his voice trailing off near the end. If only he knew you had fallen head over heels for him as well.

After a few more moments, you swing open the door, and you see Tony cuddling with Moon in the blanket and his bottle empty on the table.

"How did he do?" you ask as you sit beside Tony. You both look at a sleepy Moon as he's curled up in the blanket's warmth combined with the heat of Tony's body.

"He ate like a champ, just finished his bottle, so I figured I'd cuddle with him for a bit so you could see him too. He's so cute when he's sleepy," Tony says as he looks at you with a fond expression.

"You're cute when you're sleepy, too," Tony says as a yawn escapes, and you can no longer hide your tiredness. It's already been a long day, and now that you have little Moon to take care of, staying awake is only getting more challenging, as it's all taking up so much of your energy.

"Do you want me to stay tonight, Sugar? I can help take care of Moon, so you won't have to get up every time," Tony offers.

"Oh no, that's okay, I don't mind," you quickly respond, but he shakes his head.

"I think it's best if I stay; you need your rest tonight as well,'' he tries again, and this time, you agree. Once Moon is done feeding, you carefully put him in his bed again before taking him to your bedroom so you can keep an eye on him if needed.

After you and Tony have gotten ready to sleep, he sits on his side of the bed, his legs spread and arm held out. Both of you are fully clothed, but that won't be for long if it's up to Tony.

"Let's get you out of these clothes, hmm?" he asks with a raised brow, and you agree. With a few swift motions, you're left in nothing but your bra and panties, and Tony can't help but place a few soft kisses on the exposed skin of your belly.

"So beautiful," he whispers as his hands glide over your thighs and the flesh of your butt, where he squeezes as well. A giggle escapes your lips as he does, and it doesn't take long for him to be left in nothing but his boxer briefs as well.

As you crawl into bed, you're quickly followed by Tony, who, instead of lying next to you, crawls over your body to cage you in with his large frame. His broad shoulders and thick thighs cover quite a large portion of your body, and you can't help but bite your lip at the thought.

"What's going on in that brain of yours, Sugar?" Tony asks as he noses along your jaw and neck before placing soft kisses over the column of your throat that have you moaning ever so softly.

"You."

"And what are you thinking about exactly?" he asks, and a deep red blush spreads over your cheeks again.

"How good it feels when you slide that thick, delicious monster of a cock inside my tight, warm pussy," you whisper, and his eyes go wide at your words. With those words, Tony doesn't take long to do just that.

Your legs are spread perfectly for him as he gets comfortable between them, his bare cock resting on your thigh as he takes his time with your nipples first. Tugging and suckling on them to pull soft moans from you is one of his favorite activities, and he can spend hours doing just that.

When he's had his fill, and he's happy with how red and perky they are, he lets his hand glide to his cock, which he pumps up and down a few times before lining up with your entrance and pushing in every so slowly.

Your breaths mingle with every soft and careful thrust, your moans becoming one as he bottoms out, and your bodies working in a perfect rhythm together as you both roll your hips together. Your hands are linked above your head while Tony kisses you softly, and this moment feels nothing short of perfect.

Making love to the man you love is the best feeling in the world, and falling over the edge at the same time while your foreheads are connected has never felt more intimate. The way your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him for everything he's worth, has never felt this good, and neither of you ever wants to stop.

Neither of you wants this moment to end while you're wrapped in your little bubble. There is not a single care in the world, just you, him, and your love. Once Tony's finished inside you, he pulls out to clean both of you up, grabs some fruit from your fridge, and comes back to bed to be close to you again.

"Here, eat this so you can regain some of your strength again," he whispers, followed by a kiss on your forehead. You happily munch on the sweet fruits as you're cuddled against his side.

"I still can't believe you adopted a little kitten today," he suddenly says with a chuckle, making you laugh, too. This was not part of your plan at the start of your day, but at the same time, you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Neither can I, but despite finding him in a little box, it has been a good day. Meeting Moon has been the highlight of my day, and all we can do now is hope for more good days," you say, to which Tony agrees.

"As long as all three of us have each other, I think every day is great, Sugar. And maybe, some of them may even turn into perfect days if we're really lucky," Tony tells you, and you nod in agreement.

After that, it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, and the first time your alarm goes off to give Moon his medicine, Tony gets up so you can get some more sleep.

"It's okay, Sugar. I got him," he whispers as he kisses your forehead.

"Thank you, Tony, for everything," you tell him, and he smiles at you in response. After another soft kiss, he gets up to help Moon, who is still asleep in the blanket he was wrapped up in. The medicine is administered quickly, and Tony's back in bed with you before you know it.

Your head is on his chest, your hand covers his arc reactor, and your leg is draped over his. This is something you can get used to and something you will look forward to in the future as well.

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[lillywillow]

Tallied

Summary: Every time a person falls in love, a red tally mark appears. When they find the person they were supposed to be with, the mark turns black. Natasha Romanoff has never received any marks. You on the other hand have many red marks.

 Written for: @avengersbingo

 Words: 1368

 Square Filled: Soulmate AU

 Pairing: Natasha x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mild angst

 A/N: I saw this fantastic AU and I know it’s not technically a Soulmate, I found it so fitting for Nat that I gave it a Soulmate twist.

 Natasha never believed in this whole tally mark system. She always thought that love was a thing for children. Throughout her life, every person she met had at least one red tally mark, some of them had changed into those coveted black marks… the ones that meant one had found their soulmate. Nat was the only one of the Avengers that didn’t have a single tally mark, not even a red one. When you first joined the team and introduced yourself, Nat was surprised at the number of marks you had acquired. They were mostly all red except for the most recent tally which was scarred. Scarred meant their lover had died. You on the other hand thought it was sad she didn’t have even one single mark.

…

 One night, the Avengers were having a small party with just a few people to celebrate your initiation to the team and the success of your first mission. You started chatting to Nat and it wasn’t long before the subject of your tallies was brought up.

 “I just don’t get you, Y/N. Most people I’ve met have so few tallies but you have so many…”

 You looked at the marks on your wrist and gently run your fingers over them. All of them were red except for one which was scarred.

 “I just… fall in love easily…” you quietly replied.

 “But how can you do that? Allow yourself to get hurt over and over again with the same result every time,” she asked.

 “Because… I keep hoping that it’ll be different next time… that one day I’ll meet my soulmate…”

 Nat listened to you as you traced the scarred mark.

 “You know this one, as sad as I was when they died, what hurt even more was that the mark never went black… maybe it was for the best though. I can’t imagine how it would have been to meet my soulmate only to have them die in a car accident…”

 “But why do it? Why put yourself through all that pain?”

 “Because I don’t want to be lonely… It’s you I don’t understand. How can you not even have one mark?” you asked.

 “Love is for children,” she dismissively replied, sipping her drink.

 “That’s so sad…”

 Nat looked at you with confusion.

 “To close yourself off to one of the greatest experiences a human can ever have…” you softly explained.

 “Look at you… you let yourself fall in love and it only got you hurt…”

 “But with pain, comes experience… Pain is another very human emotion that we need. You know even though I got hurt, I enjoyed falling in love… being close to another person… I wouldn’t change anything,” you wistfully smiled.

 Your words made her think. Could she be wrong? Could she be missing out on a whole experience? But opening herself up meant being vulnerable. She couldn’t afford that.

…

 After that night, you and Nat started growing closer. You would spend hours talking, sometimes staying up the whole night. Often you would bring her little things that reminded you of her and at first, Nat thought maybe it was because you were friendly but after a while, she came to learn that you did them more often for her than anybody else on the team. On movies nights, you would cuddle up together. On missions, you had each other’s backs and patched each other up afterwards. She started to form an attachment to you.

 Then one day, it happened. Nat woke up with a red line on her wrist. This scared her more than anything. She couldn’t possibly be in love with you, that was just for children. Nat thought about your words… about how living a life without someone to love would be a lonely one. But… there was that possibility she could lose you. Nat wasn’t sure her heart could handle it. She thought of asking Clint for advice but that would mean actually admitting she was in love… to put the words out there for the universe to hear. Nat wasn’t sure she was ready for that. For now, this tally mark would be her own little secret.

…

 For weeks, Nat was able to strategically hide her mark with long sleeves and thick bracelets but there was only a matter of time before it was revealed. Nat had also tried to distance herself from you but found herself unable to stay away.

 It was during a mission that it finally came to light. Nat had been terribly distracted and was badly hurt. You managed to take out the bad guys and get her to safety.

 While she was in hospital, you paced the hallway, waiting for news. It was while you were wringing your hands that you noticed the change in your newest mark. You had noticed some time ago a new red mark had appeared next to the scar. It gave you hope that maybe Nat had returned your feelings, that maybe this time you wouldn’t get your heart broken again. As you looked down at your hands, you saw that this new mark had turned black. Could it be true? Had you really found your soulmate at last? You only prayed as you waited for news of Natasha that your new mark wouldn’t turn into another scar.

…

 Nat had remained unconscious for days while you stayed by her side. You spoke to her, read to her, held her hand, hoping she would come out of it soon. The others tried to convince you to leave for a while but failing that, they at least made sure you ate.

 Finally, Nat opened her eyes, filling your tired soul with relief.

 “Y/N?” she groggily spoke.

 “I’m here. I’m here, Nat,” you assured her, wiping away the tears that had suddenly formed in your eyes.

 Natasha smiled weakly at you but when she realised her mark was uncovered, she started to panic. She grabbed at her arm, desperately trying to hide the tally mark but you gently took her hands. Her line of vision followed from your hands, up to your inner arm where your collection of tally marks. She noticed you had a new black tally mark that matched hers.

 “You… you knew?” she quietly asked.

 “Of course, I knew…”

 “Why didn’t you say anything?”

 “Because I know this is new for you and it scares you… I knew when you were ready you would come to talk to me about it…”

 Nat fell silent as you carefully helped her to sip some water.

 “I… I am scared, Y/N. I’m scared of losing you, I’m scared that you’ll lose me… scared of letting myself get attached to you…”

 You gently kissed her forehead.

 “I’m scared too, Nat. When I was waiting for news, I was terrified that my new black mark would turn into another scar…”

 Nat held your hand and softly squeezed it.

 “What do we do?”

 “We go through this together, Nat. I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine… we’re soulmates and now that we’ve found each other, I don’t want to let go…”

 Nat kissed your hand.

 “I don’t want to let go either,” she smiled, tears coming to her eyes.

 “So, we go through life together…”

 Nat smiled and nodded.

 “Together,” she repeated.

 If there’s anything this life has taught you is that soulmates are made. You find that one person you want to be with, fall in love and before you know it, your souls are intertwined. Both you and Nat never thought you would find that one person but the fates had brought the pair of you together to become one.

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[darsynia]

Just Right Masterlist | Steve Rogers x F!Reader Complete

Summary:

You’ve been in love with Steve Rogers for at least a year, but he treats you the same way he treats every other member of the team– with respect, but nothing more. It takes an inter-dimensional mistake and a whole second, more assertive, actually interested Steve for you to realize that you don’t want just any version of Steve Rogers– you want the one you’ve been pining for all this time.

Warnings: (two Steves? Do we warn for two Steves?) allusions to the blip

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

@avengersbingo Square Filled: 'Is it permanent?'

Length: ~28k

Notes: A story about shaking up the status quo and knowing when to let yourself break the rules. Rated T for swearing and kissing. Mostly fluff with a side serving of light ok that was a damn lie angst.

MAIN MASTERLIST | MCU MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8 (complete!)

(planned smut sequel: RIGHT THERE) <- honestly Steve is STEVE so this might be a while (or a time jump)

Taglist: @ronearoundblindly @munstysmind @tiny-anne @themaradaniels @starryeyes2000 @chickensarentcheap @isasalom @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @deepbatched @qvnthesia @ekoannie-chan

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[holylulusworld]

Christmas on the run

Summary: You and Steve didn’t part ways on good terms. What happens when you end up in the same cabin on Christmas?

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, enemies to ???, cliché tropes, snowed in, banter

Square 10 filled for @avengersbingo​​: Snowed in

Square 4 filled for Lulu’s XMAS Bingo: Snowed in  

Square 3 filled for Lulu’s Winter bingo: Snowed in 

Words: 1,5 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Three months earlier, …

“Superhero on the run. War of the Avengers. Fight or flight Captain,” you shut off your phone, groaning as the messages still pop up. “Newsflash, assholes. I’m not interested in your shit anymore. Fight all you want. I’m out of this for good.”

You fall back on the comfortable sofa you brought to your fortress of solitude. Your grandfather’s cabin. A place no one but him and you know about.

“Cheers Tony,” you raise your glass at your friend. “I hope you’re happy now. The world is on fire and the Avengers are torn apart. Good thing you signed those fucking accords.”

You down your drink, hissing as the burning liquid runs down your throat.

“What a shitshow, Cap. Being on the run must be fun,” you chuckle darkly. “Fuck you, Cappy. I hope being chased around the world helps you stay in shape…”

 Now, Christmas Eve, …

“Food is ready. I got all my favorite movies on Blu-ray. Security is on the highest level,” you look at your phone to check on your tasks. “I got enough food until New Year’s Eve.”

While you look around the cozy room, sighing as you are ready to spend Christmas Eve alone in your chosen exile your dog jolts up. He runs toward the door and grits his teeth.

“Cerberus, stop,” your dog immediately reacts to your command. He still grits his teeth and is ready to jump at anyone daring to break into your cabin, but he waits for you to allow him to do so. “I got this.”

You slowly step toward the door, grabbing the shotgun you hide next to the door. You unlock the gun, taking a deep breath.

“My dog can smell you out there. If you want to break into my cabin, you should know I do not hesitate to kill you. You better get the fuck off my lawn.”

“This is not a lawn, but rather a forest,” frowning you listen to the man’s rant. “Doll, I’m not in the mood to break down another door. I need to hide at your place for a while.”

“No can do, Capsicle,” he huffs as you refuse to open the door. “I told you to keep me out of your beef with Tony last time you contacted me. You made sure I had to leave the Avengers before shit went down. So, get out of my sight!”

“Listen, I got no time for this shit,” you gasp. Captain America, the golden boy scolding you for your fecal language just cursed. “Let me inside or I’ll break through the door, doll.”

“Fuck’s sake,” you unlock the door. “Can you all not leave me alone?” You open the door but press the shotgun to Steve’s chest. “No tricks, Captain. I won’t join your little club and there will be no support from my side.”

You step aside, hoping Stark and Ross won’t believe you support Steve and his little group.

“Can I come in now?” you still recognize his voice, and piercing blue eyes but the bearded Captain America stepping inside your cabin seems so different from the man you used to know. 

“Sure,” you huff. “Make yourself home and ruin my life even more. Why don’t cha?”

“It was your insubordination ruining your career, not me,” he snaps back. He looks tired, worn out, and just done with this world. 

“What happened to your suit? Don’t you wear stars and stripes anymore, Cappy?”

He huffs. “It’s still the same suit, just a little more worn-out…”

You look Steve up and down as he paces back and forth. “If you say so. So, what brings you here? How did you even find me?”

“I had to hide and didn’t find a better place,” he shrugs. “I remembered the cabin you mentioned, and came here, believing no one will be out here. I was wrong…obviously.”

“I never told a single soul about my grandfather’s cabin. No one,” you step closer to Steve to size him up. “How the fuck did you find it?”

 “You told me about it.”

“Like hell,” snapping your fingers for your dog you keep a close eye on Steve. “You owe me an explanation. If you do not answer my questions, you can go back out there. The approaching snowstorm will freeze your ass off, but I couldn’t care less.”

Steve squares his jaw. He didn’t come out here and made his way through the snow to answer your questions.

“Tony checked your background. Thoroughly. Your grandfather bought the property forty years ago.”

“That asshole checked my grandfather’s background too?” you sneer. “Typical. Stark likes to stick his nose into other people’s business. No wonder the Avengers broke up.”

“We did not break up,” Steve rolls his eyes. “We-I fucked up. I should’ve told Tony about his parents and what Bucky did.”

“Aw, do you want to make up with Stark now?” you smirk. “Do you want me to call him? Maybe you want to all come here and ruin my Christmas just for fun.”

“You love this, don’t you? Y/N Y/L/N always was all bark and no bite,” he sasses back, returning your smirk. “I came here to hide from the world once again. We’ve got no time for chit-chat, doll.”

“I’m not your doll, Cappy,” you wave him off. “You better tell me what you want. I want you on your way and for you to leave me alone.”

“You want me to go back out there,” he points at the window. Snow is mercilessly falling. You’ll be snowed-in in no time. “I won’t make it out alive out of these woods.”

“Not my problem.”

You sit down on your sofa and snuggle into your blanket. “Fine. I got separated from the others. Bucky is safe, but the others are still out there, fighting to not get caught by Ross.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Do you even know why Tony wanted me on the team?” you dip your head as Steve dares to sit on the armchair opposite your couch. “Do you?”

“He never told me,” Steve closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. “Can we get this over with? I’m so tired.”

“I’m a breathing polygraph, Cappy. That’s why I knew the Accords were bullshit and that your friend didn’t kill that guy,” you shrug as Steve gasps audibly. 

“What? I-you knew?” he splutters. “Why didn’t you say a thing?”

“I could’ve told him about it. But you,” you chuckle now, “made it impossible for me to get even close to Stark.”

“No. How could you not stop us?”

“Aw, you should see your sad face, Cappy,” you coo. “I called, though. I left messages. I sent emails. I even tried to break into the Avenger’s tower to talk to Stark. I didn’t even get close to him.”

“You knew all this time…” 

You nod. 

“I couldn’t do a thing. I knew the accords and Bucky would fracture the team. Stark didn’t answer my calls, and neither did you. While you and Tony fought at the airport, I tried to reach you one last time. The last thing I heard was that you are on the run and Tony brought a broken shield home.”

“If you know all of this,” he whispers lowly. “You know why I came here too…”

“No. I don’t,” you retort. “I cannot read your mind, Steve. All I’m capable of is telling you if anyone lies. That’s all.”

“You see, the world is close to its extinction once again. We will get attacked by a power beyond your imagination,” you watch Steve closely. “I need your help.”

“I can’t,” you switch the TV on and try to ignore Steve’s presence. “If you came here to ask me to join your team, you are mistaken. I won’t lift a finger for you, or Team Iron Man. Leave me out of this shit.”

“This is not about the Avengers or me,” Steve gets back up from the armchair. “It’s of importance that you come with me. Dr. Strange said it’s the only way to save Natasha, Tony and someone called Gamora...”

“He said the same thing to me a few weeks ago,” you laugh. “He lied, Cappy. He only tries to get the band back together.”

“Why would he lie?”

“He’s just done cleaning up your and Stark’s shit. Get your shit together, call Stark and make up.”

Steve chuckles at your attitude. “If you let me stay here until the snowstorm ends, I’ll call Tony.”

“Lie.”

“I’ll try calling him.”

“Another lie.”

“Fine. What do you want me to do? He won’t even take my call!”

“He’s waiting for you to make the first step. Give him that and he’ll be putty in your hands,” you grin. “Now let me watch my favorite movie and you can sit over there and look pretty…”

>> Part 2

Tags in reblog.

#avengersbingo #steve rogers #nomad steve rogers #Nomad!Steve x Reader #nomad!steve #Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #Christmas on the run #lulu's winter bingo #lulu's xmas bingo

[nolanfa]

Illustration for Lay in the Wake of Destruction, by sara_holmes, a stony fic in which Steve temporarily loses the plot and goes AWOL Art on AO3 here.

Fill for @tonystarkbingo's "wake up!" (because Tony's trying to turn Steve back) Fill for @avengersbingo's "Moral Compass" Fill for @allcapsbingo's "Bad Reputation" (because Steve collected kind of a bad rep with the WSC) Fill for @buckybarnesbingo's flash prompt "Ultimatum"

#tonystarkbingo #avengersbingo #allcapsbingo2023 #marvel #bbbflash2023 #captn-sara-holmes #sara_holmes #stony #tony stark #steve rogers #tony stark/steve rogers #fanart #nosfinal #nosart #animatic-y #fic rec #portfolio2D

[endlesstwanted]

Making Me Want You

Drabble created for @monthly-challenge’s prompt — Bubbles and @avengersbingo — Secret Romance. You can read it under the cut and on Ao3 here.

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Tags: Domestic Avengers, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Secret Relationship

Summary: Natasha and Steve share a calming bath when Steve says the four-letter word.

Wordcount: 100

Natasha relaxes, leaning on Steve in the bathtub she thought would be small to share with Steve. Her head rests on his shoulder, and she thinks she’s never known peace like this.

He plays with the floating bubbles around her arm, with his free one resting on Natasha’s hip.

“You think this is wrong?”

She’s asking about hiding their romance from the rest of the team, but he chooses to answer with faked obliviousness. “Loving you is the furthest thing from wrong that I’ve done.”

He presses a kiss to Natasha’s temple. It’s the first time he’s said that word.

#springfling2024 #avengersbingo #natasha romanov #steve rogers

[purpleicedteas]

The Mile High Heat Club

@stonyauniverse Daily Drabbles & Doodles Challenge

AU: Flight Attendant; Prompt: Mating Rituals

Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Rating: E Squares:

@allcapsbingo - B1: Non-Traditional Omega Traits @avengersbingo - Meet Cute @tstarksbingospectacular - O1; A/B/O AU

Tags: AU: Flight Attendant; A/B/O; Alpha Steve Rogers; Omega Tony Stark; Pre-Serum Steve Rogers Summary: Tony's gone into heat on a flight from L.A. to New York. Steve is a flight attendant that doubles as an on-call Omega Therapist specializing in Alpha Treatment Techniques.

LINK TO CHAPTER 1/3

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[lbibliophile-mcu]

Coffee Avenger

"Aw, coffee, no."

Clint stares despondently at the paper takeaway cup in his hand, the compromised structural integrity allowing scalding brown liquid to run down over his wrist and drip on the floor.

When he ordered a long black double-shot, this was not what he meant. Another loud gunshot echoes in the street outside.

Is nothing sacred anymore? Even on a simple coffee run, trouble won’t leave them alone.

“Clint!”

Chugging the remaining elixir, he throws the ruined cup in a bin, wipes his hand on his pants, and grabs his bow.

Looks like he has a coffee to avenge.

For @avengersbingo - moral compass

Also on AO3

#avengersbingo #clint barton #coffee #guns #drabble #bingo fill

[wonderswritings]

Bingo Cards

I'm trying to send out cards and I'm trying to do it from my laptop, but it won't let me upload the cards through submission (which is probably why I've done it from my phone previous rounds) and I really don't have the patience to send all the cards to my phone, so I'll be sending it through messages instead of submissions. If I can't send it through messages, then I'll try again with submissions, but I just wanted to let yall know and submissions/messages will come from this blog.

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[somesortofitalianroast]

Avengers Bingo Masterpost

A3: Slow Burn - Explicit - Scott Lang/Steve Rogers - None - 9170 - Take a hold of my hand (and come with me)

B3: Reunited - Explicit - Steve/Thor; Steve/Bucky/Thor - None - 3612 - a cabin in the woods

@avengersbingo​

#avengers bingo #avengersbingo #avengers bingo round 4 #my writing

[polizwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie), Sharing a Bed Summary: In the wake of the disastrous Johannesburg mission, Natasha is given an opportunity to continue what she and Bruce had started at the party.

This is a fill for my   @avengersbingo​  D3 -  Bed Sharing  square  as well as  @comfortember  Day 16:  Shelter

#writing stuff #fanfic #mcu/marvel #AvengersBingo #BruceNat #A:AoU #Missing Scene #Shameless Self Promo

[lillywillow]

Can’t Think Without You

Summary: Tony’s biggest fear is losing the person he loves

 Written for: @avengersbingo

 Words: 1435

 Square Filled: “Don’t leave me, please.”

 Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader

Warnings: Some mild angst, Tony’s insecurities, insomnia

 Tony was completely and utterly head over heels in love with you. You were the best thing that ever happened to him. Tony knew he could be high maintenance but you were good at reading him. He would shower you with gifts as well as his love and affection. Tony also loved showing you off at parties. Sometimes however, those dark, nasty little thoughts would creep in the back of his mind. You were so beautiful, you could have anyone you wanted, so why were you with him? Anyone could steal you away at a moment’s notice. You were able to chase those thoughts away but there were times when he was alone when those ideas would speak the loudest.

…

 There came a day when you had to go on a business trip away without him. Tony was said he would be fine without you and he really thought that at first. That night, he went to bed and had a nightmare.

 Tony had just finished working in his lab for the night but you weren’t in bed like you normally were. He called out for you but there was no answer. When he looked in the closet, he saw that all your stuff was gone. Then he got a phone call.

 “Y/N? Babydoll?”

 “Hey, Tony,” you said coldly.

 “I’m so glad you called…”

 “Don’t be.”

 “What? Why?”

 The reply that came next was like a punch to the gut.

 “It’s over. I’m leaving you…”

…

 Tony woke in a cold sweat. He knew the hour was late but he had to check. First, he looked in the closet. The only things missing were the clothes you took with you. Next, he had to call you. Tony just had to hear your voice.

 “Tony?” you yawned as you answered the phone.

 “Hey, Y/N. Look, I… I know it’s late but, I… I just had to hear your voice…”

 There was something in his tone that set off alarm bells in your head.

 “Is everything okay?” you asked.

 “Yeah… um… I’ve been having a bad night,” he sighed.

 “Do you want to Facetime?”

 “Is… is that okay?”

 “Of course…”

 Tony changed the phone over to Facetime and felt a sense of relief when he saw you. Your hair was messy and your eyes were a little bleary but to him, you looked just as beautiful as ever.

 “Hi, baby,” you smiled.

 That smile put his mind at ease.

 “Can we talk for a while? I… I don’t want to go back to sleep,” he confessed.

 “We can talk… you know it worries me when you don’t take care of yourself…”

 You were worried about him. That was a sign you still loved him, right? Even when you said the words ‘I love you’ Tony both felt better knowing you loved him but then the dark side of his mind ticked over to make him think that you were only saying the words to appease him.

 You talked long into the night until you both fell asleep with the phone in your hand.

…

 From that night onwards, things only got worse. Tony tried to sleep at night but the nightmares would plague his tormented mind. They were always the same… You leaving him. In some, you had a huge fight and left, in others, you would leave him for one of his rivals. After that, Tony gave up on trying to sleep but the deprivation set him delirious.

…

 It was a few days before you were due to come home when you got the call from Bruce.

 “Y/N, you have to come home.”

 The worry in his voice deeply concerned you.

 “Bruce, what’s going on?”

 “It’s Tony. He’s having some sort of freak out and I don’t know what to do,” Bruce explained.

 In the background, you could hear some sort of commotion going on. You knew there was something off about Tony from that first phone call. He had called you every night since then but you picked up on something wrong.

 “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

 With that, you booked the next flight home.

…

 You ran to the lab as soon as you got home, leaving your bags by the door. The place was a mess and Tony was curled in a ball on the floor.

 “She’s not coming back… she’s not coming back,” he muttered to himself.

 “Tony?”

 Tony’s head snapped up at the sound of your voice. He scrambled over to you and hugged your waist.

 “Don’t leave me, please,” he sobbed, burying his face in the fabric of your top.

 You gently ran your fingers through his hair. It broke your heart to see him like this.

 “I’m not going anywhere, my darling,” you assured him.

 “But… did leave… you… you had your bags packed and… and…”

 You kissed the top of his head and knelt down to be level with him.

 “I’ve been away taking care of business, remember?”

 “You… you could have met someone else… someone better,” he sniffled as he fell into your arms.

 “Meet someone better than you?”

 Tony nodded and snuggled into you, inhaling your familiar scent.

 “Anthony Edward Stark, you are the love of my life. You give me all your love and affection; you never forget something that’s important to me and I feel so loved and safe whenever I’m with you. I’m not going anywhere… where is all this coming from?”

 “I don’t… really know. I got this one thought and it just spiralled from there,” he muttered.

 You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping at all since probably the day you left.

 “Let’s go to bed,” you suggested, gently taking his hand to guide him.

 “What if… what if I have more nightmares?” he asked, following you.

 “Then I’ll chase them away,” you promised him.

 Tony was too tired to even argue. He allowed you to change him into his sleepwear and was practically asleep by the time his body made contact with the mattress. It was the best sleep Tony had since you left.

…

 Tony woke late the next day. At first, he was worried that last night had been some sort of cruel fever dream but calmed when he saw you walk into the room with some water for him to drink. Tony slowly sipped it as you rubbed his back.

 “You’re home early…” he stated, still a little unsure what was real.

 “Of course… Bruce told me you needed me and I had to come home to you. Tony, you’re really starting to scare me. What has gotten into you lately?”

 Tony sighed and leant into you.

 “I guess… our anniversary is coming up. Things have been going so well for us lately and… I keep waiting for something bad to happen. For the trap door to open and for my world to fall apart…”

 “Tony…”

 “I can’t lose you, Y/N. Not you…”

 You held Tony close and kissed his head.

 “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”

 “Because I didn’t want to bother you. You already do so much for me,” he mumbled, melting into your touch.

 “I love you, Tony. With all my heart and it hurts so much to see you get like this…”

 Tony looked at you with tears in his eyes.

 “But…”

 “No buts. Look I… I don’t know what to say or do to make you feel better. I wish I could take all those wicked little thoughts of yours and every bit of pain you feel and take it all away. I love you, Tony Stark. With every fibre of my being.”

 Tony broke down sobbing and held you close. He really needed to hear those words from you after everything his brain had put him through the last week. You couldn’t begin to understand what was he was going through but all you knew was at this moment, he needed comfort. Whatever would come next, you were going to be there for him. You would always be there to fight his demons with him as Tony would do the same for you if you were going through the same thing. Some days were going to be harder than others and the dark thoughts may try and take over but as long as you had each other to shine that light, that was all you needed to get through.

#avengersbingo #tony stark #tony stark x reader #Can't Think Without You #marvel #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #mild angst

[darsynia]

Just Right | Ch 8 (complete)

(Steve Rogers x F!Reader, post-Ultron Multichapter)

Summary:

You’ve been in love with Steve Rogers for at least a year, but he treats you the same way he treats every other member of the team– with respect, but nothing more. It takes an inter-dimensional mistake and a whole second, more assertive, actually interested Steve for you to realize that you don’t want just any version of Steve Rogers– you want the one you’ve been pining for all this time.

Length: 4,546 (with epilogue)

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Tags: @ronearoundblindly @munstysmind @tiny-anne @themaradaniels @starryeyes2000 @chickensarentcheap @isasalom @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @deepbatched @qvnthesia @ekoannie-chan

Excerpt:

“You look great,” he says, holding out a hand. You blink at him for a second, speechless at how good he looks in his crisp blue button-down and ironed khakis. You have a sneaking suspicion he shined his shoes, and there are wet comb marks in his freshly-washed hair. “‘Dine?” he prompts.

“I wasn’t saying all of those complimentary things I’m thinking out loud, was I?” you tease. Steve shakes his head, amused, and you add, “You look handsome as heck, we’ll go with that.”

His sheepish smile is appreciative, but he nods down at his hand.

“Shoot, sorry--” you say, clapping your hand down on his. You’re expecting him to maybe guide you to the car, but after a second of surprise, Steve shifts his grip and bends down to kiss the back of your hand. “Oh god, I flubbed that,” you breathe, embarrassed.

Chapter Eight

“He finally asked you. Finally! And he spent more time on the periodic table gimmick than giving you a time and place?”

“Good morning, Nat.” You’re kind of proud of your cool, not at all extremely-excited-by-her-implications tone.

“And you!” Natasha gets up from your desk with the kind of feline grace you’ll never manage. “He says you’ve liked him for a while. Even getting that out of him was like pulling teeth.”

“It’s worse,” you smile. “I told him I love him.”

Nat just looks at you. “Okay, I was going to let you pick which out of the two of you needs the most slapping around, but it’s definitely him.” She shifts her tone to one that’s more cheerful. “Do you want me to suggest something fancy to Steve?”

You shake your head.

“Good.” Natasha starts for the door, stops, and turns around. “Sam and I are going to plan a send-off for Rogers. Tony’s idea. You two are invited, but…”

“It’s not about us. I get it,” you tell her, pleased. Steve had clearly talked to Tony, and for once, Tony had subsumed his ego enough to do the exact right thing. You’ve earned yourself a nod, and with that, Natasha’s out of the room. You do your best to get on with your job for the rest of the day, but there’s a constant hum of excitement about your date that permeates everything. 

You’d gotten a brief message from Steve (Will you do me the honor of meeting me out front at 6:30 this evening? Natasha says to tell you ‘business casual, no suit.’ ~Steve), so you put on something elegant and flowy. It’s a lovely evening with a slight breeze, and you step outside at 6:28. As soon as you do, you hear a car start up in the parking lot. It pulls up three feet away, and Steve gets out and comes over.

“You look great,” he says, holding out a hand. You blink at him for a second, speechless at how good he looks in his crisp blue button-down and ironed khakis. You have a sneaking suspicion he shined his shoes, and there are wet comb marks in his freshly-washed hair. “‘Dine?” he prompts.

“I wasn’t saying all of those complimentary things I’m thinking out loud, was I?” you tease. Steve shakes his head, amused, and you add, “You look handsome as heck, we’ll go with that.”

His sheepish smile is appreciative, but he nods down at his hand.

“Shoot, sorry--” you say, clapping your hand down on his. You’re expecting him to maybe guide you to the car, but after a second of surprise, Steve shifts his grip and bends down to kiss the back of your hand. “Oh god, I flubbed that,” you breathe, embarrassed.

“Not at all,” he promises, letting go to jog to the car to open the door. “You didn’t expect me to do that, which made it more special.”

“In that spirit--” You arch up to kiss his cheek before you get in the car.

Once both of you are buckled in and he starts driving, Steve glances over at you briefly. “I hope you don’t mind, it’ll be a bit of a drive. When we go to the little town nearby, the staff get stressed out. Sometimes a patron will post on social media, and they get a bunch of customers who post bad reviews if we’re gone already, that kind of thing.”

“Oh wow, I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, we like to do the takeout thing, so they don’t miss out on our business.” He shoots a look over. “Natasha says you should go out more.”

“You don’t go out either,” you point out. “I think I’ve only seen you dressed up for interviews or one of Tony’s fancy parties.”

“That’s part of the fun though, isn’t it? The longer you’re with someone, the longer you know them, the more you fill in all the different outfits.”

You love that viewpoint, but there’s a little bit of traffic as he shifts to an interstate, so you make an ‘attentive listening noise’ and let yourself just watch Steve as he handles the car. There’s a small splotch of red on his cheeks. You’d like to think it’s because he said ‘with someone’ before actually defining whether the two of you are 'with' each other.

The restaurant is perfect, a little Italian place with delicious food and high separators between the tables, so your candle-lit table feels private and cozy. You and Steve talk mostly about the movies he’s been watching, but when he sees you stiffen a little after he brings up a love declaration in one of them, his expression sobers.

“I wanted to tell you-- I know you said you were doing everything backwards, and I don’t want you to think that I’m ignoring what you said. It means the world to me,” Steve says, looking you straight in the eyes. There’s something powerful about how he says ‘means’ instead of ‘meant,’ like to him your words are active, vital. He isn’t leaving them in the past. “The thing is, I don’t think I--” 

He breaks off and takes a big drink of his water glass, and you hold yourself as steady as possible without trying to look impatient in your anticipation. You remind yourself of the expression he’d worn on his face while carrying you back to your quarters. That adoring look happened before you’d said anything, and it was real. It was this Steve. 

“How do you tell a woman that you love her before you even have a first date? I wanted to. I feel it, but I have to do this right.”

It’s like the truth of his heart is brushing past you in a crowded Regency ballroom, close but just separate enough for decency’s sake. You don’t think Steve Rogers has watched many period dramas, so explaining that would probably fall flat. You decide to go with something else.

“Well, this is just like the clothes thing, right? We fill in those feelings, those first times, as we go.”

His relief is endearing. “Yes. Yes.” Steve reaches out his hand and takes yours, squeezing it a little too tightly, which is just perfect, in your opinion.

On the drive back, you remember the thing you’d wanted to bring up at dinner. It’s dark out, and maybe that’s better than bringing up Gold Steve where he can see your expression across the table and make assumptions.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you if you could do me a favor? About Rogers.”

“What do you need?”

“I want to save his life, Steve. I want to have a hand in making that possible-- but I was thinking about what it might feel like for him if he figures out that armor is altered before the fall.” You’re getting emotional, but you tell yourself it’s a mission, that it’s too important to get sidetracked. With a harsh swallow against your suddenly sore throat, you go on. “If it doesn’t work, his last moments with a version of me will be deceptive. I can’t do that to him.”

You’re so caught up in trying to fight back the images of Gold Steve realizing you’d lied to him that you don’t realize that the car is stopped until Steve turns his whole upper body toward you, something he wouldn’t do while driving.

“Hey, c’mere,” Steve says, leaning over, wrapping you in his warm, sturdy arms for a hug. “I’ll do what you’re asking because it’s important to you, but I’d like to think I’d understand and forgive you, if it were me.”

You’re in tears, and they’re going to soak into his shirt. “It is you, Steve! He’s another you. I’m sending a you to maybe die, and I hate it, I hate it! I can’t even give him hope in case he decides not to wear the armor and for sure dies-- and I’m crying on you again! Do not let me mess up your shirt, Steve Rogers!”

“You’re really making it hard for me not to say it, sweetheart,” Steve says, pulling back to steal a kiss. You can tell that he’d meant it to be brief, but as soon as your lips touch, your hands grasp his shirt in delight, keeping him in place. Steve likes that, enough to deepen the kiss for a few seconds before he makes a little growling sound and drags himself away.

He shakes his hands out over the dash like he’s shedding excess energy (which you get, you really get, because you'll be energized until the end of time on ‘sweetheart’ alone), sets them on the steering wheel, and puts the car back into gear. As Steve pulls out of the empty parking lot he’d stopped in, he says, “You’re saying you don’t want to run point, yes? That knowing some of the plan is bad enough?”

“Yes, exactly. It’s just enough plausible deniability if I don’t know what exactly Tony changes-- Oh, but I shouldn’t even know abou--”

“‘Dine, you’re worrying too much,” Steve interrupts. “All we can do is our best. You’re doing your best, and it’s in service of saving his life. If he loves you, and I think he does, he’ll appreciate that.”

You sniffle defensively. “I’m counting that, you know.”

The light turns green, but Steve looks over at you and doesn’t start driving until you meet his eyes. “Good.”

He suggests you look in the glove compartment for tissues, and you find some. As you clean yourself up, Steve puts on some jazz, and you fall into a companionable silence for the rest of the drive. It wouldn’t help to bring it up, but you think Steve’s glad he’s found a way around his own prohibition on saying he loves you. 

In a way, it’s kind of a lesson about your dilemma about Gold Steve, too. The more you think about it, the more proud you are-- Captain America is an icon, standing for truth, moral certitude, and strength, but he’s smart, too. That gets overlooked by the public at large, and you’re glad you’re privileged enough to know it.

It’s three more days before Tony’s finished with his dual project, which you find out about because he petulantly stomps in to grab breakfast on the morning of the third day, Pepper at his heels.

“I’m not allowed to celebrate being a complete overlooked genius because my stomach growls too loudly,” he grumbles, slamming down a gallon of milk beside a bowl and spoon. “I’m having Captain Crunch PEANUT BUTTER. See if you like how that tastes in bed later.”

“You’re more than welcome to celebrate alone,” Pepper says mildly.

You’re finished with your food, so you get up and excuse yourself as quickly as possible, catching Steve’s eye as you slip through the door. He nods; you’re on the same wavelength.

According to FRIDAY, Gold Steve is in the Bumble, and he has been for eighteen hours. You know there’s a bathroom in there, and a fridge with energy-replenishing foods, but you can’t help but think he’s hiding from you in particular.

With that in mind, you’re actually surprised when the door opens to let you in-- but then you remember FRIDAY’s ‘interpersonal protocol.’ You slip off your shoes to cover the sound of your footfalls, and on a hunch, you go looking for the side room with the punching bags. Sure enough, Gold Steve is sitting up against the wall reading a book, his legs stretched out in front of him on a bedroll.

Impulsively, you dash into the room, positioning yourself so you’re standing over his legs. Gold Steve is startled, and it’s awkward and uncomfortable, but he can’t get up without pushing you out of the way. That means he’s going to have to listen to you.

“‘Dine,” he starts, but you interrupt him.

“Why the hell are you hiding in here? What are you living on, protein bars? It’s been days!”

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think I’ve gotten to spend this much time to myself since the serum. It’s been a gift.”

“You shouldn’t have to contemplate your death during that time,” you shoot back, but your anger has lost its bite.

“I don’t know. It would be a shame to waste that privilege. Not many people have that,” he says-- and you can see it. Gold Steve has gone through the stages of grief, all of them, and you’re stuck on anger.

Instead of just collapsing onto your knees and screaming, you cast your mind around for something, anything to explain to him that his loss means something. You come up with something, but it’ll probably hurt him, which is the last thing you want to do.

The anger takes over anyway.

“Maybe I could go to your universe?” you say, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Your Tony could send me back early, so one of me can go with you. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to do it alone? You don’t deserve to do it alone!”

Gold Steve scrambles to his feet, frantic horror in his eyes.

“Promise me. Promise me you will not do that.” He looks down at both of his hands, as if lamenting that he only has his strength to fight with. “Dine-- if I let you do that, I wouldn’t deserve to love you.”

It’s so close to the words your Steve said to you that you feel all the fury drain away, and with it, your ability to stand. You end up in a heap on his bedroll, and Steve kneels beside you, hands held near but apart. It’s not his place to comfort you, and both of you know it.

It’s only his place to hurt you, no matter how much he wishes differently.

“There’s a thing for you tonight.”

“I know.”

“I can stay away. I can--”

“Please don’t.”

You reach out and squeeze his hand, crossing the boundary the two of you have set. He doesn’t turn his hand to take yours, but his thumb swipes a brief caress before he holds still.

“I don’t want you to remember me like this,” you whimper, swiping at your face with your other sleeve. “I think you’re the best man to ever live. You need to know that.” Your one comfort is that if your plan succeeds, his Brigandine will absolutely know that. God, you hope it works. “That’s why I’m not trying to make you stay. I couldn’t do that to you. But please, Steve. Please understand that if there was any way this situation could be different--”

Gold Steve’s voice is gentle, kind, and sad, but he doesn’t pull away, and neither do you. “I understand.”

You dress to stun for the party, but you’re planning to show up late, drink a toast to Gold Steve, give him a kiss on the cheek, and get the hell out of there. He deserves a last glimpse of you glowing, happy, smiling, and twenty minutes is just about all you have in you.

Right when you arrive, you see that Gold Steve is standing in front of a table covered in small gifts and one of those ridiculous backpacks they make for school kids, the kind that is basically just one big sequin-covered Captain America shield with shoulder straps. 

As you walk over, Tony gives Gold Steve a wrapped gift. “This is my last attempt to bribe you into telling me more about this calamity you’re trying to fix,” he jokes.

“What would your father say about you trying to change history, Tony?” Gold Steve teases as he opens the package.

You can’t hear what the response is, because inside the wrapping is the alcohol Tony had planned to buy with the $50 from the name bet you lost.

You have to walk over to the window to collect yourself, or you’re going to be all runny mascara and smudged lipstick, and Gold Steve deserves better than that as a ‘last look.’ It’s already been agreed that he’ll leave first thing in the morning, with only Steve, Sam, and Tony in attendance. You’ve just about mastered your emotions when you hear Tony calling out your name.

“I wrapped up your thing, come hand it over!”

You paste on as genuine a smile as you can and turn around. Tony’s halfway to you, and he’s holding out a package, mouthing the word ‘armor.’ You want to yell at him-- it wasn’t supposed to be you that gives it to Gold Steve, but Tony has neatly maneuvered you into getting the credit. Any reticence on your part is going to give away the game.

“Tony’s the one who fixed it,” you say reluctantly, when you get over to the table. Gold Steve’s appreciative reaction to your outfit is good for your ego, at least.

“I don’t think this is going to fit with everything else in here,” he jokes, holding the package up against the backpack.

“You’re supposed to wear it,” Steve says, coming over to stand behind you. He’s just a little closer than maybe he ought to be, and it’s exactly right-- both a claim and a pillar of support.

“Oh!” Gold Steve holds the armor up when he gets the package open, and that’s when you realize that Tony and Steve had set you up, in a way only two people who genuinely care about you could manage.

The armor looks completely unaltered. You won’t spend months tossing and turning in your sleep worrying about Gold Steve learning about your deception, agonizing over him figuring out your Hail Mary pass.

“You didn’t have to do this,” he says to you, holding the mass of engineering and fabric up to his chest.

“Yes I did,” you tell him.

You don’t sleep that night. You also don’t go anywhere; you and Steve had persuaded Gold Steve to sleep in his quarters instead of on the bedroll, and your concession to that is to stay in your room.

There’s a small part of you that wonders if Gold Steve couldn’t bear to picture you and Steve having any kind of romantic moment on his last night on a planet that has a ‘you’ on it. That’s… fair, honestly.

You skip breakfast so you can get to your desk early, and your one concession to what’s happening in Tony’s lab right now is to ask FRIDAY to hide all of the clocks, even the ones on your computer. The last time Steve and Gold Steve were out on a mission, you’d been deep in Howard Stark’s notes, so you open up the main file, scanning through to see if there’s something you haven’t read yet. There isn’t, of course, but it doesn’t hurt to--

Your breath catches.

There’s a new file, but you’re so surprised to see it that you scroll past, and then when you move back up, you aren’t sure where to look. You’re sure you saw it, though, because the date notation had been so different from the others in there that…

“FRIDAY, can you sort these by date?”

As soon as the files shuffle up, you scroll all the way down, and there it is. The ‘last edited’ date on the file is from the night before.

With your heart in your throat and suspicion replacing some of your blood volume, you open the file. It’s written like a diary entry, talking about a time when Howard ran into a strange scientist at the research installation installed in Camp Lehigh. The narrative is unexpectedly exciting; two strange men had been seen, and Stark speaks about some missing materials at Dr. Pym’s lab that seemed to miraculously reappear later in the day.

It’s ‘miraculously reappear’ that has you scrolling to the bottom of the entry to see an additional note.

It’s signed by ‘Gold Steve.’

You shiver, staring at the words, at the apology right before his signature.

I would never be able to forgive myself, nor could I die with a clear conscience, if I didn’t tell you how to prevent the same disaster from happening here.

“FRIDAY what time is it?” you gasp out.

“It is 8:15 AM.”

You throw yourself out of your chair and sprint to the door. Never in your life have you ever run this fast, and FRIDAY is right there with you, opening the elevator doors so you don’t even have to slow down.

The doors open into Stark’s lab, and you skid out, causing the ring of men facing a glowing blue column to turn toward you in surprise. Behind them is the fading image of Gold Steve, and all you can do is mouth the words ‘thank you’ and blow him a kiss as he dematerializes.

“Okay, not to fuck up a phenomenal last-minute goodbye, but if you were hoping to hop in there with him, I’m going to have to design some sort of detention anklet for you,” Tony says sternly.

“He told us how to avoid it! The thing that killed everyone. He left it in your father’s diary. In the notes,” you say between desperate gulps of air. Steve’s already there, pulling you close, stroking your back, kissing your hair. You know exactly what he’s doing, because you’ve felt a Steve Rogers kiss you like that before. The thought makes you cling to him more tightly.

“Son of a bitch,” Tony says admiringly. “That’s what he meant, last night!”

“Hey now!” Steve objects loudly, as Sam doubles over in laughter.

The End

Epilogue

It’s probably the hottest day of the summer, but for once, it’s not storming. You secretly wonder if Tony’s got some kind of weather-altering machine that he’s employed to make this party of his a success. You’re wearing a black polka-dot vintage swimsuit under your electric blue sundress, and you’re very much hoping your loving boyfriend Steve Rogers will appreciate the embroidered Captain America shields you had sewn onto your shoulder straps. You’d be standing with him, but he’s over near the grill in the sun, and you love him, but maybe not that much.

The drinks are already flowing under the tent Tony’s had erected poolside, but as you grab an ice cube to press to your pulse points, you see a new car drive up and park in the private lot Tony has rented for the occasion. As far as you know, everyone’s already here, so--

As soon as the sole occupant starts walking toward your pavilion with a puppy on a leash, Tony’s already tipsy and in rare form. “Carl, please don’t tell me that is your new baby! I think I would have remembered if your wife was a dog.”

There’s a murmur of shocked, amused voices, but when Carl walks up, he’s grinning. “New baby is at home and doing just fine. I’m just a delivery boy today.” He leans down and picks up the puppy, who you now see is wearing an adorable miniature backpack that looks a lot like the one Sam and Nat had bought for Gold Steve’s keepsakes. “This little guy appeared in our house a day ago.”

You rush over right as Carl calls out your name. “I think this is for you?” he says, and pushes the puppy into your arms. It immediately starts squirming and licking your face, so much so that you can’t get ahold of the backpack.

“There’s a note pinned--” someone says, but Steve’s already there. He gently tugs the backpack off and holds it up to show you.

For ‘Stine’

“Is that a ‘ship’ name? Pepper, come look!” Tony crows. In a quieter voice, he says, “She’ll never forgive me for letting slip the word ‘Pepperony’ in an interview. I was, of course, so hurt that she had to make it up to me. Repeatedly. Pepper?”  

Tony runs off to find his girlfriend, and you and Steve look at each other, deeply shaken.

“You read that, and I’ll take the puppy, okay?” Natasha says, not waiting for a response as she scoops the dog from your nerveless fingers.

Inside the backpack is a folded note, and the two of you crowd together to read it.

Dear Steve and Dine,

Obviously I can’t tell you everything that happened, but I couldn’t let you wonder, not after I realized what you’d done.

First of all: You saved my life. Thank you. I imagine it was hard to keep the armor’s secret from me, but I have an idea of why you did it, and I don’t think I would have done anything differently, if I’d been in your position.

Second of all: I suspect that Dine won’t be able to rest until she knows what happened, so I’ll tell you this much: Steve and I both went to the planet. We decided that the most fair thing to do would be to fight each other. We figured one of us would end up falling and the other would go home, but that’s not what happened. We both fell. I woke up with the stone.

Steve, I understand now that I was asking you to bear this terrible weight of survival, when I told you what I was planning. I only hope that you can come up with a way to prevent this before it happens, so you don’t have to feel like this. My only consolation is that I had every intention of dying, if need be, and I will use the life I’ve been given to make the world a better place for everyone we’ve brought back.

I can’t tell you much else, because everything’s just happened, and I have some wooing to do, thanks to you two and Tony.

Love,

‘Gold’ Steve

Ps. ‘my’ Tony would like you to know that I rejected his, and I quote, ‘perfectly good nickname: ‘Brigandogers’’ or ‘Dodger’ for short.

Sounds like a great name for a dog, no?

“It worked,” Steve breathes. You nod, feeling numb. “Dine?”

“I didn’t-- I could have sent two armors. We could have waited and made--”

“Hey, no. Stop that. You can only do what you can do. You couldn’t have known.” He cups your face with his hands and forces you to look at him. “He’s trusting you, and so am I. He didn’t have to tell us. It’s the truth, sweetheart. The unvarnished truth. Sometimes the truth hurts.”

You rest both hands on his wrists and nod, fighting back your tears. “I love you. That’s the truth.”

“I love you too,” Steve says. You’ve lost count of how many times he's said it by now, but that’s the point. You two have moved on to filling in other things, other firsts, and thanks to Gold Steve, you have more time to do that. Thanks to Gold Steve, one of your ‘firsts’ might be defeating the villain that brought him to your universe in the first place.

“Tony says this puppy came from another universe?” Sam says, coming over with the enthusiastic little dog in his arms. “You gonna call it Goldie?”

“Dodger,” Steve says confidently beside you.

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Chasing you

Title: Chasing you 

Summary: You are on the run from fate.

Pairing: Alpha(Nomad) Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, chasing, scenting, true mates, werewolf au, pack au, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, tricks, lies, secret relationship, implied smut, roleplay

Rating: Mature

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Your heart thunders in your chest as you try to sneak out of the large mansion. 

Your father brought you there, exclaiming you and the leader of another pack must mate and form a new bond between your packs.

Now you are dashing out of the back entrance, running toward the woods surrounding the house. It’s nestled in the woods, and you pray, that no one will find you out there before you reached the next town.

“Fuck’s sake, Steve,” Bucky rolls his eyes as he must watch you run for the hills. “Did you growl at the poor girl?”

The blonde rolls his shoulders. Steve stretches his body, ready to chase after you. He’s smirking as he can see you turned around to glance at his home one last time.

“Uh-did you just smirk? You are getting off on this, don’t ya?” the brunette sighs deeply. He shakes his head, wishing his best friend and brother in arms would do things the simple way for once. “You want to chase the omega and mate her out in the woods like some animal?”

“I’m an animal,” lifting his gaze to the moon Steve howls once, twice, three times before he goes for a sprint. “I’m a fucking wolf and she will be a nice little lamb…”

“Yeah, and I’m going to distract her father to hide his daughter just ran,” walking back inside Bucky grumbles under his breath. He’s just done with Steve and his stupid games…so fucking done…

“Omega, I can smell you from a mile,” you can hear Steve growl in the distance. Your omega hindbrain tells you to stop and wait for the alpha to find you and bring you back home. But fuck it, the feisty woman in you runs a little faster toward a clearing.

“Y/N, stop playing games. It’s dark and you could get hurt, baby doll. Let me check on you,” Steve clearly is pissed as he runs through the woods instead of relaxing on the couch, whiskey in one hand and a book in the other. “I had plans for tonight.”

“Yeah, sure—” shit, you just said that out loud instead of hiding in the dark and holding your breath. You will not allow any alpha to rule your life. Pack rules or not. You are not some piece of meat your father can trade for his position in your pack.

“This sweet scent of yours is going to be your death, doll,” a shudder runs through your body when Steve uses his alpha voice to lure you in. Your fucking hindbrain wants you to submit to the strong alpha and your pussy, that bitch is ready to drown Steve in slick. “I can smell you. Fuck…”

“Fuck you too,” giggles bubble up your throat as Steve stumbles through the woods, less gracefully than you thought. He’s a tall and strong wolf, but in human form, he’s rather clumsy. At least so you think.

While you are watching Steve make his way through the woods, he smirks darkly. 

“Doll, come here. I know you want to be mine,” he stops in his tracks, listening to the tiny noises coming from you. He dips his head, closes his eyes, and just inhales deeply to catch your scent. “I will mark this pretty neck, Y/N.”

“Like hell,” you shift behind the large tree to get a glimpse of Steve, but he’s gone. You panic, eyes searching for the alpha you stumble back as a noise catches your attention.

“Oh, you want to do this the hard way, huh?” two large hands grasp for you to bring you into Steve’s arms. He purrs against you, all the while greedily lapping at your mating gland. “Always a stubborn brat.” He runs the tip of his nose up and down your neck, making you shudder.

“You know, this is like the start of a bad horror movie,” Steve chuckles in your neck as his strong arms wrap around your waistline. “The big bad killer hunting the innocent young girl through the woods. Friday the 13th, or Chainsaw Massacre style.”

“Innocent,” he playfully bites your neck, groaning as you push back onto him to grind your ass into his crotch. “You are far from being innocent, doll. We both know you love to take knot and beg for more even after you came so often that you can barely keep your eyes open.”

“How can a girl say no if you are so deep inside of me that I’m about to pass out?” Steve kisses his way down your neck, snickering as you grasp for one of his hands to press it to your chest. “How about you let the big bad wolf out tonight too, Stevie.”

“Your father is still around,” the alpha purrs against you. “He can never find out we tricked him into letting us mate.”

“Mate? We fucked for years, Steve. He didn’t get that you were my first and only alpha,” his teeth sink into your neck to leave a mark on you. “Back to you chasing me to mate me. How do we want to get out of this?”

“Well, your father wants me to mark this pretty neck,” he growls against your skin. “I dreamed of making you mine for so long. I’ll just sink my teeth in your neck and give your father what he wants.” You dip your head to grant Steve more access. “We will do it tonight. You’ll be mine forever.”

“OH NO!” you giggle as Steve nibbles along your neck, sucking at your soft skin, “the big bad monster wants to mate with me. I’m scared and will lose my panties soon.”

“Not so loud,” the alpha growls now. “If your father finds out that we tricked him, there will be consequences. Just keep it low for the time he’s around. We can do everything we want to after he left.”

Steve holds your hand on your way back to the mansion. He smirks as his best friend hurriedly makes his way toward you and Steve. “Be good for once and don’t make a scene. We should pretend we get along pretty well.”

“We got along pretty well not so long ago, Mr. Rogers,” he chuckles as his friend grunts in your direction.

“You’ve got some fucking nerves,” Bucky grumbles under your breath. “I had to distract her father for like three hours. Where have you been all this time? I almost told him she ran.”

“My bad girl ran,” Steve holds your hand a little tighter as your father walks toward you and your alpha, “and I tamed her. See, I finally gave her my mark.”

“Y/N, Steven,” your father eyes the mark on your neck warily. You begged Steve to not wait any longer, urged him on to claim you right there, in the woods to lay claim on you. His omega. “I see you tamed the untamable omega.”

You’d like to growl at your father, but Steve holds your hand a little tighter and makes sure you don’t freak out. You are so close to getting what you always wanted.

“She’s my omega,” your alpha says. “Our packs are strong partners now. We should call it a day. My omega needs a rest now…”

“Do you think my father will leave us alone now?” you snuggle in Steve’s chest to inhale his scent deeply. 

“We are mated now, doll,” Steve kisses your hair softly and sighs as you place your hand on his heart. “If he ever tries to part us, he’ll regret it.”

“I’ll scratch his eyes out,” you growl low in your throat, hands already clawing at Steve’s body again. “You’re mine…my alpha…”

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Dancing Away

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Dancing is sought of their things, from highschool dances, to rehearsals, to slow-paced on their porch while the night sky illuminates them. | james 'bucky' barnes/sam wilson

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“Sam Wilson,” Bucky stands in front of his boyfriend smiling wide, flowers in hand, asking the most important question in high school history, “will you be my date to prom?” It’s cheesy and next to him Steve is holding a huge poster board with the phrase ‘prom would be unbearable without you,’ it’s then that Sam notices the small teddy bear in the bouquet Bucky is holding.

“Yes, you idiot,” and they kiss in the middle of the cafeteria dancing around each other, with no music, almost like they’ve already begun practising. 

Meeting Sam Wilson Bucky immediately realised he was in love with the boy. He came home the day after kindergarten laying on the couch, fainting in love, telling his dads all about the cute boy that taught him how to dance. 

Sam Wilson felt the same when he met Bucky, “you put your hand here,” toddler Sam manipulated Bucky’s hand the way that his mum had shown him. Sam’s mum was a ballroom dancer and from when he was little all Sam could remember was being in a dance studio watching the ballerinas, tap dancers, ballroom dance, and all the other styles that he was obsessed with. 

Teaching Bucky to dance actually realised his passion for football in a weird way, but he still loves to go watch Sam dance when he can. Bucky is in the front row for every, concert, show, exam, etc. Because dancing is important to them and he loves the fact that Sam loves it so much. 

It might be a high school dance, dancing by themselves on their porch slow and steady or fast-paced dancing to no music while in the kitchen doing a million things at once. 

It’s wonderful and theirs.

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Waking Next To Him

New 5+1 fic just dropped! Thanks to the lovely @kahey2804 and other beta-readers for their help with this one. It's a slowburn of our favourite last-century heroes in the MCU, with missing and pre-canon scenes and a Civil War divergence.

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Fandom: Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Tags: Snippets, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Back Together, Friends to Lovers Summary: As far as he can remember, Bucky has always hugged Steve searching for warmth and having his own feelings reciprocated. Sometimes they would cuddle to sleep, but Steve rarely woke up next to him. Until he did Wordcount: 2,024

Created for: · @stuckybingo prompt G3 — Huddling for Warmth · @buckybarnesbingo prompt B1 — Hugs · @avengersbingo prompt — “Please, stay with me. Please.”

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