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Chapter 2
Wine and Dine
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Previous part: Love You More Next part: Expendable
Word Count: 6,169
Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.
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Steve wasn't quite sure he had ever ran so fast in his entire life. Wearing a heather grey henley, jeans, and some nice shoes, he knew he probably looked ridiculous as he zoomed by people in the hallways like a gust of wind.
After being deployed on the emergency mission for almost 3 weeks now, you were just about to land at the compound. From what he understood from the gossip floating around the compound, and confirming by the report notifications that popped up in the corner of his computer, it was a really bad one.
Agents were dropping like flies, if felt like every few hours one was being sent back to the compound due to injury or a psychological break. He tried multiple times to get the Avengers on the mission to help clear it out faster, it was obviously way too big for the agents to be handling alone.
Every time he tried, Fury shot him down because there already was an avenger on the mission. Though he agreed and trusted whole heartedly that you could handle it, he knew that if he was in your position, single handedly being the only reason why anything was actually getting done under exhaustive conditions, he'd appreciate another member of his team being sent to him
Not even a full minute ago you had called him in hysterics. He could barely understand you through your cries but he could tell just by the sounds slipping past your throat that you were in unbearable pain. It made his heart pound out of his chest as he tried to console you to the point of being able to understand what had happened.
When Commander Bennet realized that the wind had been knocked out of you, he gently grabbed the phone from your hands and spoke to Steve.
"Captain Rogers?" He quested after reading 'Steve' at the top of your phone screen.
"Yeah, hi, what's going on?" Steve asked frantically.
"Agent 306 is not in good shape. We had some sort of biological weapon hit us hard. It was a pale blue, powdery substance that was causing extreme irritation and almost burn like reaction on any exposed skin it touched." Bennett explained.
"But her tact suit covers most of her skin-" Steve vocalized his thoughts.
"She tried to stop the attack before it got worse, jumped on the attacker's back to yank the weapon out of his hand but..." He sighed. "Agent 212..."
"What did Harvey do?" Steve started seething.
"To put it simply, 212 got in her way. She had it and was about to put the whole mission to an end. I'm not sure if he thought he was going to beat her to it or if he wanted to help, but he threw her off and crashed right into her. The attacker grabbed hold of the collar of her tact suit from the back of her neck and poured a pretty large amount of the powder all the way down her back."
"Oh man, how bad is it?" Steve got up, already knowing where this was leading.
"She's in excruciating pain." He put simply. "We have lab techs on board studying the substance. They said that the effects are only extreme irritation, burns, and stinging pain for upwards of 5 hours. We already informed medical, they said there's not much they can do other than shower her and try to manage the pain with ibuprofen. She said she'd rather just do that at home, and she's asking for you now. Any way you could meet us on the runway?"
"Absolutely, what's the ETA?" Steve asked, walking down the hall towards the Jet landing runway.
"Touch down in a minute-thirty."
"I'll be there." Steve said simply before hanging up.
From where he was in the building, he knew making it to the runway was a five minute walk, so he made it a one minute and thirty second run instead.
He pushed through the doors to get outside onto the runway just as the jet wheels had touched down on the tarmac. The second it stopped moving, he practically ripped the door open with his own two hands and waited very impatiently for the rush of agents disembarking before he could get to you.
Harvey didn't get a chance to pass by Steve without receiving a glare from the soldier that sent an uncomfortable shiver down his spine.
The very second he could, Steve rushed onto the Jet and you were curled up on the floor with your knees to your chest and your face digging into your knee caps. Commander Bennett was at your side trying to comfort you, but you were rocking back and forth to try and manage the pain, and doing your best to muffle your sobs as to not further inconvenience any of the other agents who had to hear you whaling the entire flight home.
Steve sank onto his knees right next to you, and placed a hand on you arm.
"You got it from here, Captain?" Bennett asked.
"Of course." Steve nodded, understanding he had more work to be done.
"Report back to me when you can?" Steve could see the worry in his eyes.
"Yes, sir."
Your commander got up and off the Jet following the other agents, and Steve's heart was still uncomfortably racing around in his chest.
"Hey, Bug." Steve gently squeezed your arm to try and get you to uncurl from your tiny little ball.
"M'sorry to bother you" You cried while lifting your head. Talking through the pain and shortness of air in your lungs was a struggle, but you took a moment and tried your hardest. "It hurts so bad, didn't know what else to do."
"It's okay, you're not a bother to me." He shook his head and got a good look at you.
Your tact suit was covered in smoke and ash, as well as your face. There was a deep scratch along your left cheek bone accompanied by smeared blood, presumably your own, and you jawline on the right side was bruised.
Steve's pounding heart came to a stand still before completely melting into a puddle when you let your forehead fall onto his collarbone. Instinctively, his hand gently cradled the back of your head.
Immediately, you felt safer and calmer in his hold. Letting someone take over your well-being when you had no control was terrifying, but Steve earned your trust more than anyone else in your life ever did. Around him, you knew everything would be okay regardless of the circumstances.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He questioned calmly.
"Feels like I ca-can't breathe" You hiccuped.
"I know, I'm sorry." Steve pouted. "Having the wind knocked out of you is normal sometimes when you're in that much pain. It's one of the worst feelings in the world but it'll go away. Just keep taking big deep breaths, it'll start to fade."
"S...still powder in my suit." You warned him. "Careful."
"Okay, we should get it off of you as soon as we can then." He thought out loud knowing that as long as it was still making contact with your skin, you would never start to feel better. "I'm going to get you out of here and up to your apartment okay?"
"Hurts so bad- feel like I can't move." You explained the best you could, internally panicking.
"Can I carry you?" Steve questioned, wanting to make sure he had your permission.
"What if it gets on you?" You questioned, not wanting him to feel the same pain you were in.
"I'm wearing long sleeves and long pants, it'll be okay." He reassured you. "I don't want to hurt your back even more, so wrap your arms around my neck and I'll hold onto the bottom of your legs."
You were happy to wrap your arms gently around his neck, and your legs around his waist as he carefully lifted you up. Without as much as a second thought, you nestled your face into the crook of his neck and continued to let the presence of your best friend comfort you while you focused on trying to catch your breath.
Steve was so focused on his personal mission to make you feel better that he didn't let his mind even entertain his personal feelings for you anymore. Meanwhile, you had an opposite technique to reign in some pain management. Steve smelled so good that the deep breathing with your face shoved into his neck was now a pleasant experience, and momentarily took your mind off the unbearable pain you were in.
Unfortunately his incredible taste in cologne wasn't enough to completely stop your mental and physical pain by the time he got you into your apartment and gently set you down on your own two feet. He offered you his forearm to keep a hold on to steady yourself, he could tell your muscles were overworked, exhausted, and tightly tense.
Steve could feel the hand you kept hold of him with was shaking, as were your legs, and chattering jaw that you tried your hardest to clench shut.
Single handedly, he worked diligently to remove your personal defense weapons that lived in your leg holsters. Grabbing the gun and dagger, he reached behind him and quickly put them in the weapon safe by the door.
Then he led you to the couch and had you sit down, helping you on the way down. He quickly sank to his knees and his fingers untied the laces on your boots and pulled them off your feet before he got to work on removing all the black leather straps and buckles of the holsters on your legs.
He looked up at you momentarily just to make sure you didn't seem uncomfortable by how he was touching you, but your eyes were squeezed shut so tightly and your mind was so far away it felt like you weren't even in the room with him anymore.
"Relax your jaw, Buggy." Steve caught your attention with a small squeeze to your calf before going at the holster on your thigh.
"But it's chattering" You cried, relaxing it to prove it was rattling.
"That's okay, just let it happen." He reassured you.
You nodded, eyes still squeezed shut with occasional tears slipping past them.
"Let all your muscles relax, keep taking big breaths." His sweet voice guided you, moving on from your left leg to your right. "Remember that this pain is temporary, this is the worst of it right now and you're taking it like a champ. You're doing a good job."
Letting your eyes open, you watched him shove his phone between his shoulder and head, freeing both his hands to continue removing pieces of your suit. Then he started talking, throwing around commands, asking for necessary assistance to make sure your suit is properly cleaned and the hazardous substance would be responsibly handled.
At some point, your eyes closed again and you started feeling faint. He stood up, still on the phone and walked away for a moment then came back with a glass of water for you in one hand, and medicine in the other hoping it could at least help jumpstart the pain management.
Then, you heard something that made your eyes rip open.
"Hey Buck, yeah she's okay - in a lot of pain but she's going to be fine. Hey- can you do me a favor? Can you go into my apartment and grab me a change of clothes? Just a shirt and some sweatpants please? Thank you so much, I'll leave the door unlocked for you. See you soon."
You took in his appearance and realized you had completely destroyed his outfit. Smoke and soot had smeared all over his light grey shirt and the the top of his jeans. There was blood on his shoulder from your face, and wet spots from your tears.
"I'm so sorry." You cried, genuinely feeling bad about it. "I ruined your clothes!"
"I'm not worried about it" He denied your apology. "You're more important than a shirt."
"I'll buy you a new one." You shook your head.
"You have bigger fish to fry at the moment, Bug." Steve said sweetly. "Let's get you in the shower now. The faster this gets washed off of you the better."
Deep down Steve was really concerned about you, but he internalized it as to not freak you out. You seemed weak and unsteady on your own two feet, and your cries were still sad enough to make him want to cry for you.
"Help me up?" You asked, holding out your hands.
He took them without question and helped you off the couch before guiding you to the bathroom and starting the shower for you. Making sure it was not too cold to be uncomfortable, but not too hot to hurt your burns even more, he finally settled on the perfect temperature.
When Steve turned back around to let you know it was good to go, he was going to walk right out and let you shower in peace. That was until you started crying even harder just by trying to unbutton your pants. Every move you made was increasingly uncomfortable, and in that moment you both knew that showering alone wasn't an option.
The hot shocking pain and trauma of the three week long mission alone made letting Steve see you naked feel like just another drop in the bucket. You couldn't even get yourself to pretend to care, all of the insecurities and fears you'd typically have over this flew out of the window when you could see the genuine worry in his sweet blue eyes.
"Do you need help?"
"Can you please stay?"
Both of you asked almost shyly at the same time.
"Yes please."
"Of course"
You talked over each other once again.
Everything you could've possibly been worried about wasn't even a thought in Steve's mind when you asked him to stay. Although his heart warmed over the sentiment that you felt comfortable enough around him to ask in the first place, he wanted to make sure he maintained that same level of trust.
So he took the same approach he took before any training session he knew you were scared of, or any time he had to touch your body.
A simple one word question that he always expected a completely honest response to, it always went a long way.
So before he even helped you begin undressing, he asked it.
"Trust?" He questioned.
Whenever he asked you this, he wanted a percentage out of 100 to gauge how much trust you felt for him in that very moment. Whether he was about to catch you from two stories high, or send you off to do something new, he wanted to make sure you were confident enough in him as your partner. If you ever answered below a 90, that's when he would put a stop to everything and the two of your would talk it through until you felt comfortable and confident enough to execute the plan.
"100" you answered without question, your shaky hands trying their hardest to unzip your shirt.
Only after you responded did he start to undress you. His hands took over the zipper, and swiped it downward. When he helped you tug off the sleeves he was careful to not touch the inside of your suit to not get any of the substance on himself, but once your top was off, he could tell it was all caked onto your skin and no longer dry. "If that changes or you want me to leave at any point, you tell me, okay?"
"Okay." You nodded, feeling a slight relief as the cold air hit your back.
Piece by piece, he helped you get undressed and into the shower. He stood next to you the whole time, and as the water washed off the dirt and grime, he could see the extent of the damage on your back and he internally cringed.
"You poor thing, this looks so painful." Steve pouted. Though you were quite literally fully naked in front of him, he couldn't stop staring at the plane of your back. It was fire engine red, and your skin was definitely angry at the substance.
"Fury is going to be so mad at me." You sniffled, starting to feel like you could talk in complete sentences again.
"Why?" Steve asked, head tilting slightly.
"I should be at the mission debriefing." You explained.
"You we're injured, there are exceptions." Steve denied. "You know who Fury will actually be mad at? Harvey."
Just the mention of his name had your cry growing sadder by the moment. "Can I tell you something as a friend and not as a boss?"
Steve's face softened, and he nodded.
"He did it on purpose." You claimed with confidence as your fingers scrubbed shampoo into your hair. "The whole mission Harv and his friends were doing things to sabotage me and I kept getting hurt. I felt like I was going crazy, and it was already a really bad mission to be on in the first place. I feel so defeated and defenseless right now."
When you admitted that, his eyes went from your back to a big, black and blue bruise the side of his palm right on your rib cage.
"Harvey will be dealt with whether he did it on purpose or accident. He made a really stupid choice that obstructed the mission and got another agent hurt, the best agent we got." Steve explained. "They'll probably open an investigation and pull any footage they have and talk to some other witnesses to get their side of the story. If it's ruled that it was on purpose his punishment will be much worse than if it was an accident."
"They're just going to come after me even harder." You cried. "I don't know what I did so wrong that they decided that they needed to make my life a living hell. I try to be nice to everyone, I participate when I need to, I help them when they need help, and I even do the dirty work so nobody else has to. Everyone still hates me. Nobody cares if I get hurt."
Steve's broken heart impossibly shattered again. "Do you believe us when we tell you it's jealousy? The men here have tiny little ego's. They're fragile and insecure so when they see how great you are, they just want to knock you down any chance they get. It's not your fault."
"I don't feel like I'm the best one here." You finally denied in a moment of vulnerable weakness. You we're already naked, what damage could admitting your true feelings possibly do? "I don't even feel like I'm good at what I do in general."
"You may feel like that right now, but that's not fact. It's far from the truth." Steve denied your accusations against yourself. "You're meant to be an Avenger, we're all confident in that. That mission should've never been delegated to you guys. It should've gone to the Avengers, and even then it would've been hard for us. But I was watching the updates and statistics come through while you were gone. You single handedly held the operation together and led it to success with nothing but your own guidance. You're incredible, you even outperformed the Avengers."
You shook your head in denial before tipping it back and letting the water wash away the soapy lather in your beautiful silky hair. "I should be debriefing but instead I'm crying in the shower I can't even take by myself without being a hazard."
"They have tormented you so much that you believe crying is a sign of weakness." Undertones of disapproval soaked through his tone. "Their words have you believing that you're not good enough for this, yet I don't see any of them being good enough to do half of what you do."
"I don't know how to get it to stop." You sniffled. "If I don't fight back, they keep going. If I do fight back, they come at me twice as hard. If you don't say anything, they think it's okay. If you do yell at them, it just gets worse."
"Join the team." Steve stated simply, reaching out into the shower to swipe some smoke off your face that you missed.
"I'm tired, Stevie." You admitted with a sad cry. "Right now, I don't even know how I'm going to wake up and get myself to work as an agent tomorrow. I don't know how I can do this anymore, let alone be an Avenger."
"Exactly, you're tired and you're hurting." Steve validated. "Emotionally and physically, you're a human with with needs, none of which have been met in a very long time. You had your heart broken, and with no time to recover you had tosee Harvey every day for three weeks, then he hurt you even more. We'll get you some rest, some food, you'll get some time off work to make sure you heal up and recover. I promise you that you'll feel better."
"I sure hope so." You sniffled, washing the rest of the soap off now that you were squeaky clean. "Because right now, my heart is heavy and i feel defeated."
"Then let's take baby steps towards making you feel better, we'll start by making the heaviness a lot lighter." Steve offered you a hand to help you step out of the shower as you turned the water off. A hint of a smile poked through your pouted lips as he wrapped your fluffy towel around your body as carefully as he could as to not hurt your back anymore than it already did.
"Do you have to go back to work?" You asked sadly, not wanting to have to let go of the comfort he always provided you. "I really missed you while I was away."
"It's okay, I'll take the rest of the day off." Steve denied. "I missed you too, I was worried about you."
There was a small knock on the door before Bucky came in, and before either of you could even acknowledge his presence, both of your feet carried you towards him.
Bucky quickly handed Steve the clothes he brought for him, then all his attention was on you.
"Stay with her for a minute, I'm going to change really fast." Steve squeezed Bucky's shoulder out of gratitude.
You we're still slowly crying from the pain, and wrapped up in the towel like a little human burrito.
No words needed to be exchanged between you and your friend and he very carefully pulled you against his warm body for a long hug.
After Steve changed into the clothes Bucky brought him and walked back out into the living room to the scene of you being comfortably wrapped up in his arms as the two of you exchanged quiet words he could barely hear, he couldn't help the tiny pang of jealousy. He felt like a teenage boy who had no control over his emotions. He knew it was wrong, so he pushed it down just like he did all his other feelings towards you.
When Bucky noticed Steve was back, he mumbled an apology to you about needing to get back to work, and promised he would come by later to check up on you. And just as fast as he arrived, he left.
Steve helped you get dressed again, which was a struggle. But the two of you worked together to find a loose enough shirt to put on as to not hurt your back, super soft shorts, and definitely no bra to dig into your skin. But he already saw your boobs so there was no harm in that decision.
By the time you climbed into your own bed for the first time in weeks, and Steve got in next to you, a bit of relief washed over you. The tears came to an end and now you were nothing but stray sniffles and a little ball of frustration as you tried your hardest to get comfortable without laying on your back.
Steve wasn't quite sure how it happened, but you ended up half on your side-half on your stomach with your head in his lap and one of your legs hiked up. Once you were comfortable, he pulled up the back of your shirt to let the cool air hit the burn and to make sure the fabric wasn't irritating the area even more.
He could tell you were still in pain, so he comforted you by running his fingers through your hair. You soaked up every moment of the pleasant sensation, it gave you something to focus on other than the pain.
Single-handedly, he grabbed his phone and pulled up your profile on the music streaming app you downloaded onto his phone so you could create playlists together and share music. He picked a playlist you curated of all your favorite soothing songs and played it quietly for you.
Steve knew music was important to you, most of the time you had at least one airpod in your ear and you were always showing him new music. He loved listening to the songs you found good enough to share with him, and he loved sharing the experience of listening to music with you all because he knew it made you happy.
"Do you have a comfort movie or show?" Steve asked. "Or anything you do to help you fall asleep?"
"Yeah, I get into your bed." You mumbled out a joke, feeling completely drained. Your eyes didn't need to be open to know he was smiling.
"The faster we can get you to fall asleep, the better." He noted.
"Are you tired of me already?" You questioned, another joke.
"Absolutely not." Steve denied with a giggle. "If you fall asleep, you can get through a big chunk of the pain with no awareness to it."
"I was just on a mission for three weeks barely getting any sleep. Just give me a minute, I'll sleep like the dead."
"Why weren't you getting any sleep?" Steve questioned, continuing to rub your scalp.
"They kept assigning me to sleep next to Harvey no matter how many times I asked them to not do that." You explained. "Completely separate cots and sleeping bags and he still tried to get me to have sex with him every single night we were there. Every time I denied him he'd try to spark an argument then I'd get upset and just lay awake because I couldn't turn my brain off."
"He was trying to sleep with you after a whole day on the battlefield? After he said he could never be with someone like you?" Steve questioned. "Did he not break up with you? Is he not exhausted by the end of the day?"
"You'd think there would be significant logistical issues he would consider before trying to initiate but he didn't let anything get in his way." You agreed with Steve. "I have no plans of ever having sex with him again, and he thinks it's a game. Like I'll crumble and whither away without his dick."
"That sounds like a terrible situation you have to put up with everyday." Steve noted. "If I had to look at any of my ex girlfriends every day at work, let alone be on a mission with them for three weeks I don't think both of us would make it out alive, and they would be the ones surviving every time."
You sleepily giggled at his words. "It is pretty terrible, but I'm hoping he will realize soon that there's better dick to be had elsewhere. I'm horny, but never horny enough to have sex with him ever again."
"Wow, you're so strong." Steve laughed. "That was really philosophical."
"I know right?" Your lazy smile stretched.
"If he's making you lose sleep, that's just more proof he's obstructing agents from reaching the objective." Steve noted.
You hummed in agreement, letting the heaviness in your heart and mind settle and the exhaustion in your body take over.
A few moments of silence passed before Steve broke it, his thoughts becoming too loud to keep to himself. "...I really can't imagine getting it up after a whole 12 hour day of fighting... don't think I could ever do that..."
Your smile reappeared. "That's because you actually do your job and you do it well. Harvey just kind've stands there and pretends to be helping. No person in their right mind would be able to get it up after a real day of battle."
"Wow, so you're finally in the phase of admitting that he's bad at what he does." Steve noted.
"Yeah, well, I'm infuriated that we work ourselves to the point of exhaustion and he's just walking around with the audacity to have a hard dick all the time." You noted. "He deserves a life of erectile disfunction, I deserve the audacity of a post mission stiffy."
"See, this is the kind of fire I've been trying to ignite in you this whole time!" Steve enthused. "Who knew that all it would take was a metaphorical boner?"
"Relax, I'm not hard enough yet to hop over the the Avengers." Your voice was getting raspier and quieter by the second, making Steve melt into a puddle. "Give me a little more time, maybe I'll get there eventually."
"Have you tried viagra?" Steve joked.
"Have you?"
"Is your back feeling any better?"
"Why are you deflecting?" You sleepily smiled.
"Sweet dreams, Bug." He covered your eyes with the palm of his hand. "Hope you feel so much better when you wake up."
You grabbed his wrist and directed his hand to the top of your head before letting it go, and snuggling up in the blankets the very best you could. "Thanks for coming to my rescue, Stevie. I love and appreciate you lots."
"Anytime, I love you more."
You dozed off not to long after, and fell into a sleep so deep that you felt like you had woken up in a whole different world. Your phone was ringing, and there was no longer any light seeping through your bedroom window curtains.
Judging by your door being cracked open with lights pouring through and footsteps walking around, you could tell Steve was still in your apartment. Reaching around blindly for your phone, your hand found it and answered the call.
A smile stretched across Steve's face when he heard your sweet, sleepy voice coming from your room. He could tell you were talking to family, so he waited a while until he could hear the conversation wrapping up to come check on you.
It took about fifteen minutes, but he finally came in and turned the light on as he heard some goodbyes.
"I love you so much, Buddy! I'll come see you this week okay? Maybe in a day or two." Your smile was uncontrollable. "No, I cannot bring iron man with me. Am I not cool enough for you anymore?"
Steve raised an eyebrow at you when you looked up at him with a giggle. You motioned for him to stay quiet, then put it on speaker phone.
A tiny little voice came through, and Steve immediately remembered all of the times you told him about your five year old nephew that lived with your sister not too far from the compound.
“What about Captain America?" He questioned.
"I don't know Captain America!" You denied, looking Steve dead in the eye. You laughed as Steve's jaw dropped in response to your antics.
"Yes you do! Mommy showed me a picture of you and Captain America!" He giggled.
"No, that's not Captain America, that's my friend Steve." You joked.
"That's Captain America's name!" Your nephew defended himself.
"No way, really? That must be a coincidence."
"What is your friend Steve's last name?" He questioned.
"I'm not really sure, I'll have to ask him next time I see him." Steve shook his head at you with a mischievous smile while sitting on the edge of your bed. "What is Captain America's last name?"
"Rogers! How do you not know that!?" The boy laughed over the phone. "Don't you work with these people?!"
"I dunno, maybe you should be an Avenger. You know a lot more about this stuff than I do."
"Okay I'm ending this conversation before my son tries to break into the compound and steal Captain Roger's shield." Your sister took the phone away from the five year old.
"Did you hear that Steve? If your shield goes missing, we have a suspect." You told him.
"Oh god... is Captain Rogers in the room with you right now?" Your sister questioned with a sigh.
"No, she's talking to herself. She's kind've crazy." Steve denied earning a laugh from the other side of the phone.
"Tell me about it! I've had to deal with her all my life!" She laughed. "I'll let you go now, Smalls. I'm glad you're okay, let me know if you need anything. Also feel free to come over whenever you want. You know Luca loves you more than anyone in the world, we would take good care of you if you need it."
"Thank you! And thanks for checking up on me, sorry you got that alert, that must've been scary."
"It's okay, I'm just glad you're alright. Stay safe, I'll see you soon."
"See you soon" you agreed before hanging up.
"You're gaslighting a child?" Steve questioned.
"He knows it's a joke." You denied with a tired giggle. "Luca is obsessed with the Avengers but especially you. If I ever actually admitted to him that were close friends he would lose his mind and never leave us alone."
"But he's so cute! You should bring him to the compound and give him a tour!" He enthused.
"I think he would actually combust." You sat up. "Maybe one day, but my Sister doesn't think he's ready for that yet."
"What's her name?"
"Jane, she's four years older than me." You explained. "She called me in a panic because she's my emergency contact. I think Commander Bennett added an injury report to my file so it sent her an automated phone call that I got hurt in battle. It scared the daylight out of her."
"I don't blame her." Steve shook his head. "Thats one of the worst phone calls to ever receive."
"It really is" you agreed. "What time is it?"
"7:30 pm." He grinned. "How are you feeling?"
"A lot better. It just feels like a really bad sunburn now." You explained. "I still feel pretty beat up from the mission though."
Steve nodded his head in understanding. "I got an email from Bennett, you were cleared from the roster for the rest of the week. So you'll start work again on Monday. Oh, also, someone from the hazard team came and picked up your suit to clean it. They reported back to be about an hour ago that it wasn't salvageable so weaponry is making you a new one. Should be done by the time you get back to work on Monday."
"Thank you, Stevie, you're the best." You smiled.
"Ugh, I know right?" He joked, back flopping right next to you.
"I take it back." You laughed, gently flicking his head.
"Fine. Next time, call Bucky." Steve joked.
Your laugh got louder and you shook your head. "Bucky would've left me on the Jet floor to beat the shit out of Harvey."
"Exactly my point." Steve settled with amusement.
"Speaking of Bucky, do we know where he is right now?"
"Probably beating the shit out of Harvey"
"You boys are exhausting." You sign smiled.
"But you love it." Steve pointed out, poking your cheek.
"I do." You admitted.
Comfortable silence fell over the two of you, nothing significant was running through your mind, but you could tell Steve's mind was running around one thought and one thought only.
"... You're hungry aren't you?" You questioned rhetorically, already knowing the answer.
"How could you tell?" He turned his head to look at you with a big beaming smile on his face.
"I know you like the back of my hand, Rogers."
He hummed in agreement. "You're hungry too."
"How could you tell?"
"Because your stomach was growling in your slee- I mean... because I know you so well!"
"Food?"
"Food." He agreed.
"Alright, let's go big guy." You pat his shoulder twice. "You saw me naked today so now I get to wine and dine you."
"Bug!" He barked out a laugh, and his cheeks immediately turned a pretty shake of pink. "Don't you even start with me!"
“Oh, and by the way, if you tell anyone you’ve ever seen me naked, I’ll beat you to a pulp faster than any other agent in the compound gets the chance to call me a whore.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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ronearoundblindly · 2 years
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Walk It Off (Finale)
Love With You (see previous or series)
Getting to date night is A LOT harder than you thought it would be.
Warning: Canon-typical violence/death of bad guy.
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It’s not exactly smooth sailing to get to date night with Steve Rogers. It’s postponed two times in a row due to undisclosed missions, which you know better than to ask about directly. Clearance levels and all. You were never even told what happened to the quinjet shot while you were inside it, but that’s the gig. Smoke and mirrors.
You’ve already spazzed out about what kind of place to choose. Restaurant, food truck, either of your apartments; it’s all a minefield. You don’t want him to think you’re ashamed to be seen (as yourself or with him), but you also don’t want him (or you) to be harassed by press or fans while trying to enjoy a meal. You haven’t yet gotten to know him, so you could play it safe, but the choice can’t give the impression you think he has no standards or no taste for international cuisine. It can’t suggest you expect him to pay a boatload of money to hang out with you. If even one of these no-no boxes is checked, in your mind you’ll be mortified enough to run (walk) home, to your parents’ house, in another state. Yes, all the spazzing really does is convince you the ideal would be to chill on his couch in silence until he kicks you out for being the most boring girl he’s ever met.
It’s hard to hold onto self-esteem around Steve Rogers. Especially when you look right at him because…well, you won’t go into detail. You have work to concentrate on. You haven’t even mentioned him by name in front of anyone in the lab, not even in his professional capacity. Gracie seems pretty convinced that Romanoff is grooming you for some super-secret mission. You aren’t a good liar, but you can keep your mouth shut.
From the windows and halls and TVs surrounding your lab, you can see him working and being too busy for a date with little ol’ you. You’re still half-convinced whatever magic window into the alternate reality where Steve Rogers is maybe interested in you is closing, but what a nice dream it was for a while.
Steve is very polite but never talks very much. His texts become less frequent and include significantly less humor. He asks about logistics and schedules. At some point, you mention that he should probably use his free time to be kind to himself, to sketch, and (you were very nice about it) to listen to any kind of music that makes him happy. He should relax, and you’re sure worrying about fulfilling some dinner obligation is not relaxing. He must be exhausted. You’ve now gone from accidental patient to accidental friend to accidental life coach. Steve seems irritated by all of this, so you back off more.
He and the whole team have been gone well over a week, totally incommunicado, and almost every tactical supporting member of their staff has also vanished to a classified location. Tonight was supposedly the big day, the last agreed rescheduling, and you sulk at your desk.
Kept busy by random uploads of compound scans to decipher, the odd redacted project to triple check the team’s analysis, you resign yourself to go through the motions after work.
You will put on that dress hanging in your locker. You will put on makeup and pray your ponytail doesn’t leave a nasty crimp in your hair. You will hold your head high and wait for no more than forty-five minutes before leaving.
You’ll be ready all right; ready for nothing to happen. It’s the only safe thought to keep your heart from getting crushed, and not in the good way like Steve’s hugs.
You should probably start thinking of him as Captain Rogers again. At least, you’ll have to within the next two hours or so.
A few people leave early, but by 4:48 all the work has been finished and no new emails have come in. Since getting dressed is one step closer to disappointment, you assure Gracie that you’ll just wait until exactly five to make sure nothing comes up. Dr. Banner is out of the lab, after all, so someone should really be covering every moment they can.
Gracie narrows her eyes at you. She knows you’re nervous, knows you hung a dress up in the supply room, knows that if you haven’t said anything so far, you won’t crack now. She leaves without fuss but sends a text minutes later.
: Knock him dead, girl.
The sounds of people quiet from the hallway. After opening your eyes from some breathing exercises, your chest swells with pride. You’d managed to make it until 5:06. Maybe you won’t sweat right through the pits of your dress after all.
With soft fabric in your favorite color, a modest length, and a flowing skirt, it’s the type of dress bad memories can’t stick to. It can never be bad luck. You love it too much.
Just as you’re about to slide on your shoes though, the lights go out, returning in a dull red glow seconds later.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y,” you call.
No response.
You pull your phone out, but it can’t find wifi or the Stark network. Your hand is on the door back to the lab when you hear a pop-pop-pop this is impossible to misread: gunshots.
There is so much security in Avengers HQ that your very first reaction is to sit on a stack of test tube crates and wait for an all-clear because there’s no way anyone could get in.
Even though the Avengers are not here. Even though their staff isn’t here. Second wave agents would also be deployed to help the Team, and quite a few of the regularly stationed guards would be off with the daytime employees or switching shifts.
You clutch your useless phone a little tighter and listen. There are noises but nothing distinct until you hear the soft squeal of the lab entrance. Your whole body tenses. You can’t inhale or exhale.
The door closes.
Faintly, you hear whispers. When someone walks near enough to the supply door, you hear them saying, “stay down and get behind the desks. Quiet. Get down.”
Someone yelps as more gunfire sounds closer than the last. It might have been you yelping, you’re not sure, but you are standing now.
There’s a small square window at the top of your hideaway’s door. It’s hard to see in the dim, but you don’t recognize any of the huddled as your lab crew. They must have all just fled to wherever intruders weren’t.
The group crouches in mostly silence, some covering their heads, some trying to hand-signal things to each other. Minutes pass. Your phone now says 5:16, but you snap the home screen off again at a sharp bang.
The entrance door has been kicked open. Several of those hiding can’t help but muffle sounds of fear. One head pops up still hidden from the intruder but behind a taller filing cabinet.
Geeta from the therapy circle. She’s staring right at you in the window and motioning for you to hide off to the other side of your lookout.
Your heart is fighting to stop your nervous swallowing. You want to bury yourself under supplies and stay there until it’s all over, but the people ten feet away with a gun pointed at them have no cover.
The gunman orders everyone to raise their hands. He sweeps around and gathers the group, including Geeta, along the center strip of workstations. The lights start to come back on, but he doesn’t move the muzzle away from his hostages.
Geeta has her hands up and remains on her knees beside a desk, head tilted down, eyes up, staring at your little window.
You grab one of the thick crates you were sitting on. It may have tons of holes in it, but at least it’s something between you and that brute’s force, if not gunfire.
But then your phone starts pinging loudly over and over again. Other devices do too, but yours is the only noise behind him. From the corner of your window, you watch the man start to turn, and Geeta grabs a figurine off of Harris’s desk to chuck off to the side.
He’s distracted, gun up, but his profile faces you. There’s no telling what possessed you. Maybe it was the fear, maybe you knew that man would turn towards you eventually, or maybe you were just really pissed that everything in the universe seemed to be aligning to thwart your date with god damn Captain America. You throw yourself out the door and wrench the crate up into that man’s stupid jaw as hard as humanly possible.
His head snaps back unnaturally, body crumpling to the tile, but you keep thinking ‘he’ll shoot, he’ll shoot.’ You’re slamming the crate down anywhere on him that looks vulnerable until Geeta tucks an arm in yours to pull you off.
“I got this,” she tells you softly.
By how she takes his sidearm and the larger automatic weapon, Geeta has military training which you never knew. You’re in awe of her grace under a kind of pressure you didn’t know your body could even survive. Geeta guards the door, and the minutes tick by again.
The gunman is 100% dead. As a doornail. Does that make you a nail that shot out of a door? Or is the nail going into the door what makes it dead? Or perhaps the phrase is equating an inanimate object with something formerly animated and currently dead…
You focus on anything except why the man is dead beside you. You’re grateful for not throwing up. You crawl to hold a man’s hands and guide him through a panic attack. Both of you really. You guide both of you through a panic attack.
There are no more noises in the hall, but the lights have stayed on. You still prepare yourself for this to be just the beginning or already the end. Your breathing, at least, is finally under control.
There’s a loud chime over the speakers, echoing throughout the building.
F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice rings out clearly. “Please proceed to the South exit doors. Security is sweeping the building. Any assistance you require will be provided on the lawn.”
The chime sounds again, and the message repeats. Geeta opens the door, looks both ways, and starts waving the group to follow the hallway. You sweep around the back of the room to make sure everyone is leaving, finding one holdout with his ears covered and head down, praying. He’s startled by your hand on his shoulder but soon is up and in the hall.
“That’s it. Let’s go,” you assure Geeta. Another ping from your phone sounds from the closet, so you shoo her along. “Right behind ya.”
She nods and hustles to keep the group together and moving.
You pick up the toppled crates to find your phone beneath. The newest message is from Gracie, just a string of question marks. Then there are Steve’s texts.
[3:28] : On our way back. No set ETA yet.
[3:30] : Not sure if these messages can get through yet, sorry.
[3:35] : If we get there late, you still want dinner?
[4:50] : Are you still at work? No one is responding on-site.
[4:53] : If you get this, text me.
[5:01] : Call if you can.
[5:05] : Get out of the building.
[5:07] : We are too far out. You have to hide.
[5:07] : Please hide.
[5:09] : Please be ok.
[5:13] : Tony is rebooting security.
[5:14] : They’ll set isolation protocols. Stay hidden. I’ll come find you.
[5:20] : Please be ok.
You can feel how tight his jaw was in the written words. He’s struggling to say anything when he cannot do anything to help. Your heart drops through your stomach while your stomach drops through the floor. You don’t think you have much more emotion to give until you open the door again.
Two armed agents, one leaning down to check for a pulse on the gunman, lift their weapons in surprise, but upon seeing your dress and bare feet, they apologize and tell you the same instructions as F.R.I.D.A.Y’s announcement.
The hallways are mostly empty, blinding white and ringing with echos. You’re still jumpy enough to check behind you several times as you make your way. Why does the lab have to be so far from the south side?
Your arms feel cold and numb which makes sense when you look down to see some blood spatter on your forearms and bruising on your palms from gripping your ‘weapon’ so hard.
“Jesus.”
You look up to see Steve jogging around the corner. He unbuckles and rips off his helmet as he continues to race toward you. It’s overwhelming to be seen right now, in this state, but his eyes don’t leave yours for a second, only closing when his hands cup your face.
His momentum crushes his lips to yours. You’re bent back by his sheer height and the intensity of his hold. He’s still moving forward, pushing closer and closer until your back hits the wall. Your arms blindly raise, bumping against the thick pads of his tactical suit. Despite the ferocity, his lips are soft, his touches needy and tender. You hum in pleasure though he starts to slow. The sound stokes the fire blazing in his skin against yours.
His hands shift down to snake around your back. You’re sure it’s incidental that his knuckles drag over your nipples, but your body notices and angles as far into his chest as it can. Steve holds you there like a captive, one palm at the small of your back, the other hand’s fingers buried in the hair at the nape of your neck. The only way you could be closer is to wrap your arms behind his neck. You’re a logical person, so that’s obviously your next move.
Pressed against him, you don’t have much to latch onto, and your hands roam his shoulders and hair wildly, eliciting a whine from the beast caging you. Neither of you bothers with mouth breathing, unwilling to part lips or forfeit exploring tongues. Sharp, desperate inhales sear your nostrils, filled with his scent of jet fuel, fresh air, and smoke.
Holy shit, you’re dying and super excited about it.
“Rogers!”
Steve quite literally pops away from your lips and releases his hold. Your spine sends you a little shock of reminder that you shouldn’t regularly bend that way without stretching.
Natasha stomps down the hall with a finger stabbing at Steve. “If you ever jump out of my plane again, I will personally shoot you out of the sky, find you, and break your legs.”
Steve’s blush is crimson at his neck and rosy at his cheeks. His hair is frightfully (gloriously) debauched, and his mouth hangs open, speechless. You consider that as partly due to speech being lower on its best uses.
“And you,” Romanoff barks, squaring her shoulders. “You look great.” Her words don’t come out as nice or friendly, but they flood your insides with butterflies. Romanoff winks at you, glances at Steve, and adds, “as you were, soldier,” before walking off in the opposite direction she came.
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From what you gather in the coming days, the gunman in the lab was not the only casualty by a civilian employee at HQ that night. Not a lot of details are shared, but Natasha is kind enough to grant you that nugget of assurance.
Steve won’t let you go home that night, or at all, for the whole weekend. He only leaves you alone to get briefed on new intel, but mostly, he admits, he just wants to hold you. He’s said he is sorry for ‘attacking’ you as he did; he’d been so worried. Though you take issue with his description of the best snog ever, he explains he’s missed a chance before and won’t let it happen again. You’ve got a lot more to think about than just a heavy makeout session with Captain America, so you let him say his piece and try to keep your shit together.
He asks permission to do that—to keep you—just for a few days. The unwavering chivalry of the man stuns you. You get the impression that because you are surrounded by all his things and confined to his territory (albeit willingly), Steve thinks any physically intimate touch would be crossing a line. Instead, he puts on music, and you two slow dance and talk for hours at a time, in lieu of his morning runs it seems. He puts his hands on your waist when you dance, but no lower. He gives you a peck on the cheek, but nothing longer.
He insists on taking that deep, comfy couch while you sleep in his bed, in borrowed clothes again, while the lingering scent of him in the pillows puts you right out.
You have more general conversations about death on missions, one-on-one therapy sessions that he never gives much personal color to, but you can see it written all over his face that he knows what you feel. You only say an intruder got in but was ‘taken down’ before you trudged into the hall without shoes or purse. The rest you don’t explain, and Steve doesn’t pry. There will be ups and downs, you know from the quinjet incident, but both of you are a little shocked when you don’t have nightmares either night. Secretly, you attribute that to the smell of his sheets and may or may not have checked his cologne in the bathroom in order to recreate it at home.
By Sunday night, though the team hasn’t rooted out all the details, players, and leaks that led to the infiltration, you’re arguing that you have to go home. You want to come back to work in the morning like everyone else. You don’t want to draw any more attention than you already might if your team hears about what you did in the lab.
“One more song,” he pleads quietly, voice deep and tired, swaying you gently in time to crooning Elvis.
The lyrics speak of love, something modern men shy away from so early in getting to know a ‘gal,’ and you drift into thinking about Steve way back in the day. Dance halls probably always played love songs. It would be normal to hear heavy, romantic stuff, a bit like middle school dances, if you can compare the two. You don’t have the same fluttering hope now as you did when you were very young. Steve Rogers isn’t a crush for you. He’s a deeply caring and important man to the world, and you are already 90% convinced you just aren’t good enough for him, him specifically. While you’ve never been particularly down on yourself— you are intelligent and pleasant to look at—this man is…well, a specimen of actual human perfection. Physical, objective, scientific perfection. How are you supposed to live up to that, much less live near it?
You stay silent in your thoughts while Steve’s been pensive for the whole album, humming now and then at a bar he likes. Then his chin nudges your temple suddenly. “Why didn’t you tell anyone we were going to dinner?” Steve sounds a little wounded, not from a prideful cockiness but from something else you can’t place.
You shift your hand on his shoulder, licking your lips nervously. “I hadn’t heard from you all week. We hadn’t even picked somewhere to eat.”
“But you changed.” Your dress hangs on the back of the door, freshly dry-cleaned, care of Tony Stark. “So why,” Steve prompts.
You can’t look him in the eye as you answer. “I didn’t want to be…a joke when this went poorly.” You’re worrying your lip fiercely by the last words because saying that this is something feels like jinxing it.
By the time you chance a glance at him, he’s blatant in his fixation with your mouth. “And if it went well?”
You offer an enormous shrug with a twisted face. It helps put a little distance between you. “Statistically unlikely.” Though you didn’t mean to, it comes out as a cross between conclusion and hypothesis.
“So—” his eyebrows lift “—we’re doing badly so far?” His smirk is so charming, you can’t help but smile.
“This? Hmm,” you exaggerate, “not much effort in slow dancing, so sorry, buddy. I’d give it an F.”
“I always got four Fs before getting that one A. It was the only mark that mattered.” Steve enjoys the playful shove of his shoulder he receives in response but quiets. His palm adjusts on your waist, sending a sharp tickle through the muscle that pushes you flush to his chest once again. When his eyes fall to your mouth, his lashes hide the seriousness set in his clenched jaw. “Why’d you never tell anyone I broke your hand?”
It’s a fragile question from such a strong man, one you have to think about since you never considered it at the time. “Because you didn’t. You plugged a hole on a sinking ship.” The bruise still healing at the joint between thumb and forefinger on your hand stares back at your hypocrisy. While you don’t feel much guilt over actually attacking a guy to death, you feel a responsibility to make it up to the universe. How must an Avenger feel?
Steve bristles, rolls some pent-up tension out of his shoulders, and grips your waist harder, warmly, warningly. “There’re lot of things I regret—“
“—I will not be one of them.” The force behind your response startles you. It sounds like you mean to root yourself like a tree in his life, but you actually meant to stop his ruminating on things he can’t change. If it saved everyone in that quinjet, you’d let him crush three of your fingers again in a heartbeat. Hell, he can crush all of them right now if it will wipe the sullen look from his face. “Steve—“ you lift your hand from his shoulder to his cheek “—I know who you are. I don’t know all the details. I don’t know every story, but I know your character.”
The steady blue of his gaze shimmers glassy. You’re flattered that Cap is speechless, and it ain’t from kissing.
“I got hurt,” you insist. “You did not hurt me.” A long minute passes, a search for the meaning in between, and you study each other easily. Eventually, you smile and say, “I’m trying to find the words to describe you.”
Steve doesn’t skip a beat. “I’m trying to find the lines to capture you.”
A shiver races down your spine. His proximity, his vulnerability, his scent. You know that if you don’t leave now, you never will, permission or not, offered or not, but you can’t move just yet. You’re all Captain Capture’s.
“So…dinner?”
The shiver hasn’t really stopped, but the music has. Your nerves are vibrating all over, and even though it’s in anticipation, the shaking borders on pain and fear. You drop your arms away from him and cross the room. “You’ve had half a dozen meals with me now. In a row! I cannot possibly have insulted you during all of them.”
“Those weren’t proper dates.” There’s that wounded tone again.
Maybe the universe doesn’t want you to be together. Maybe it’s a sign, something protecting you from heartbreak, ridicule, or actual harm. You can’t tell if you’re mind is being mean to you or being safe. Either way, it feels like you can’t make rational decisions when surrounded by Steve Rogers. You’ve been immersed for too long and have to come up for air. This isn’t reality, at least, not for you.
“I have to go home. You said one song. Don’t get greedy.” Your bag and dress are in hand before you lose your nerve.
Steve softly mirrors your steps across the room but doesn’t reach out. He’s just too polite to stop you. He kept you for as long as you were willing to stay. The song is over.
Lamely, at the door, you say a loaded, “thank you for everything,” and leave.
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: How’d you sleep?
You’ve been at work for several hours, letting the text just sit there burning a hole through your phone. You’re distracted, but honestly, everyone is a little off. They whisper about theories of the infiltration. Some of the rumors are patently ludicrous, so those are the ones you repeat. Makes it look like you know nothing, which you don’t, and if you did, you’d have no clue how to explain it.
Ironically, Gracie and Dodson are having a harder time in different ways than you. Gracie was caught in her car when the complex locked down. She had to stay hidden in there for nearly forty-five minutes without any idea what was happening. No calm, repeating announcement could be heard on the road or lawn. Dodson, however, apparently was almost at the front door when shots were fired. He has minor cuts on his face and hands where glass fell and he crawled out of the way with others. Whereas Gracie is boisterous, Jeremiah Dodson sits at his station so quietly that Banner pats his shoulder and tells him to take off when he’s ready for lunch. His wife will want him home.
So you’ve lucked out. There are enough stories and emotions flying around that no one bothers you. You actually get into a good stride, bustling around, helping Dodson for a bit, promising to take his work for the afternoon with no trouble. You’re more than grateful for Cap’s help now.
Everyone has taken a break but you. Dr. Banner even walks by to say you should eat before it’s mid-afternoon, so you think it’s his hand on your desk again thirty minutes later.
“Yeah, I know. I know,” you chirp, plastering on a pout.
Steve Rogers stands at your desk for the whole lab to see, and they are silent.
“Would you like to go to lunch?” He’s gentle and calm, leaning back to replace his hand in his pocket.
Gracie’s “oh my fucking god” is audible from across the room.
Oh yeah, you’re a smooth talker with your squeaky “sure,” but Steve beams all the same.
He turns slightly to jut out an elbow. “Good. I’d like to walk out with you.” It’s not so soft that no one can hear, but the words are still wholly for you. He watches you scramble a bit before adding, “You won’t need your things.”
He’s asked this before. You’ve said yes before. You’ve spent more time with this man than anyone in the lab save for Bruce Banner. You’ve spoken on and off in multiple capacities for nearly nine months, but it still feels new. People can see that Steve came to this room for you. People can hear him speak to you. People are watching him wait for you. Only you.
The blush on your cheeks feels ferocious and hot, but Steve still smiles as you wrap just your fingers into the crook of his elbow. After a few paces, your steps match up quite easily, and you can feel your brazen self kick in again.
“So this is what happens when Captain Steve gets desperate…”
He glances down at you and simply says, “darn tootin’.”
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ladyvillainous · 1 year
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Steve Rogers – Modern Woman
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AU fic where all the avengers live and work together including a rehabilited Bucky Barnes and my character Mel.
Description
Steve can’t help but be drawn to Mel but she’s a thoroughly modern woman of the age complete with tattoo’s wild hair and piercings but what would she want with an old school gentleman like himself
Warnings
Mostly just funny and fluffy with NSFW Smut towards the end
This is out of character even for my version of Steve but I liked the idea so I just rolled with it, don’t take it too seriously.
Word Count: 4978
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“Wow! Your hair looks amazing Mel” Wanda enthused, walking around her in a circle to view it from all angles.
“Thanks Wanda, you don’t think it’s too bright?” Mel asked, self-consciously smoothing her hand over her Bubble gum Pink hair.
“Well you could go brighter, but they can probably already see you from space, so where’s the need” Tony Smirked, his eyes not leaving the screen of his phone, propped up against the jug of orange juice on the breakfast table.
Natasha smacked him upside the head as she left the table to fetch more coffee “Ouch” he muttered cringing away from the former assassin, gaze still trained on his phone. 
She smirked down at him as he flinched “Baby”
Turning her attention back to Mel she ducked left and right, viewing her new haircut and colour from all angles “I like it, especially the shaved bit on the side, very edgy”
Bucky walked into the kitchen making a beeline for the coffee machine as usual, only pulling up short when he caught sight of the ladies clustered around it “Woah Mel that’s… er… different”
Mel laughed, rolling her eyes as he walked towards her “Yeah because normally I’m so conservative”
Bucky threw his metal arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his muscular chest, grinning from ear to ear “Can’t wait to see Steve’s reaction”
Natasha laughed “Poor Stevie, even a lip piercing is too much for him let alone…” she looked at Mel sideways “Well…” she gestured to Mel shrugging.
Mel laughed, Steve struggled to hide his horror whenever she arrived back at the tower fresh from the tattoo parlour. Her largest tattoo being a full Avengers themed sleeve on her left arm. She had that done years before she interviewed for Tony as the team techy, he’d just laughed when he saw it and hired her on the spot, so it had come in handy.
Working with the Avengers was a dream come true, she spent most days working with Tony and Bruce in the labs coming up with new gadgets to keep the team safe.  More importantly, she kept them under control ensuring they didn’t attempt to build anymore superbots. Vision had turned out great in the end but Ultron went badly wrong. It had taken a long time for the team to truly feel comfortable with Bruce and Tony being back in a lab together.
Very occasionally Mel would be required for surveillance missions, usually where high levels of tech were involved, but they were minor league dangerous. Mel liked to joke that she was like the teams conscience, the little voice in their ears. Natasha on the other hand referred to her as the devil on her shoulder, as she was prone to making sarcastic comments over the comms. Which on more than one occasion had reduced Sam or Bucky to fits of giggles nearly blowing their covers.
Steve had chewed her out several times for it but she could tell he really wanted to laugh, his beautiful mouth twitching up at the sides as he shouted. She loved to watch him talk, didn’t matter what he was saying it was an excuse to watch the way his mouth moved, as she imagined him putting that mouth to better use.
At least twice Bucky had caught her staring at him during briefings, having to kick her under the table to snap her out of her stupor. It was painfully obvious to everyone she had a massive crush on the Captain. To hide it would be a near impossible task, so instead she played on it, flirting with and teasing Steve until he blushed beet red was a daily challenge for her.
Mel knew nothing was ever going to happen there, Steve didn’t think of her that way. She was way to “Modern a Dame” as he’d called her once. Whereas he was an old school gentleman, something that she found a major turn on unfortunately.
“Oh god! You didn’t get a lip piercing this time did you?..” Steve started, overhearing their conversation as he entered the kitchen. Catching sight of them grouped by the counter he came to a complete dead stop, eyes wide staring at Mel.
Bucky smirked at his best friend, releasing Mel to move to the table for breakfast.
Mel winked at Natasha, before turning to fully face the super soldier, she’d been looking forward to teasing him all morning.
“So big boy, what do you think?” Mel smiled provocatively, tipping the Captain a wink.
Steve stood rooted to the spot, mouth gaping, the only giveaway he’d even heard her was the pink tint spreading along his cheekbones.
Mel slinked towards the frozen super soldier, swaying her hips slowly, noting the way his gaze dropped fractionally as she sauntered closer. Throwing a glance over her shoulder she grinned at the sight of her best friends, shaking silently, desperately trying and failing to keep a straight face.
She turned her full attention back to the Captain, like a predator stalking its prey, doing a little twirl for him fluffing up her long, soft pink hair “So? What do you think?”
Steve gulped as she gazed seductively up at him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, fluttering her eyelashes.
“Looks… Looks lovely Mel” he stammered, completely red in the face. He quickly side stepped the tech, moving to join Bucky at the table.
Looking round Mel caught Tony staring at her, finally looking up from his phone an amused look playing across his face as he tried not to laugh “You shouldn’t wind the old man up you’ll give him a heart attack one day”
Mel shrugged “One day, he might surprise us all and give as good as he gets” grinning to the room at large she skipping gleefully from the room “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the lab” she called over her shoulder.
Tony turned back to look at Steve fixing him with an infuriatingly superior look “Cap are you ever going to do anything about the raging boner you have for that woman?”
The reaction around the table at his words was immediate. Sam and Bucky looked at each other then back to Steve bursting out laughing at his shocked expression. Wanda and Natasha leaned on the kitchen counter watching the super soldier curiously, while Bruce gaped at the billionaire shocked at how baldly he’d put it.
Steve sighed, leaning back in his chair “I’m not her type Tony, you know that”
“That’s an excuse and you know it Cap” Tony declared getting to his feet, crossing the room to drop his plate and cup in the dishwasher.
“How do you know what her type is anyway Steve?” Natasha enquired, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
“Well come on, she’s… she’s so modern and I’m so… so… old fashioned” Steve cried, throwing his hands up in the air.
“That’s just appearance Steve, deep down every woman wants a bit of good old fashioned loving” Wanda smirked.
Steve looked up at the women leaning on the counter, suddenly very aware they knew Mel better than anyone on the team.
“Are you guessing or do you know that for a fact in this case?”  He asked carefully.
Natasha snorted “We know Steve, Jesus you’re so oblivious, Mel is held over heels for you everyone knows it, now would you please do something about it” she said, with a roll of her eyes.
“Seriously?” he asked incredulous.
Bucky’s hand landed heavily on his friends shoulder “Seriously punk, we can all see the way you look at each other”
Steve looked to Sam for confirmation, who nodded “Seriously!”
He looked to the table for a moment thinking hard, then back to Natasha and Wanda “Ok so if I’m gonna do this I’ll need your help”
Wanda whooped punching her fist in the air as Natasha grinned deviously at the super solider “Bring it on Stevie”
***
“You want to do what?” Wanda shrieked between her fingers, her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with horror
Natasha leaned back against the door to Steve’s room regarding the soldier with interest.
“You know she likes you just the way, you are you don’t need to go to all this trouble...” she queried an amused smile tugging at her lips.
Steve grinned “Maybe it’s time to prove that I can give as good as I get”
Wanda squeaked, dropping her hands from her face finally “Well that will do it alright… but it’s awful extreme”
Running a hand through his blonde hair, ruffling it up in that sexy way that made all the girls swoon, not that he noticed, Steve sighed.
“Sometimes you have to go to extremes for love”
The two women exchanged raised eyebrows before bursting into hysterics.
“Dramatic much” Natasha smirked from the doorway.
Wanda laughed “Well I still think you’re crazy… but I’ll grab my purse, we have some shopping to do”
Wanda and Natasha left Steve’s room “See you downstairs in 5” still chuckling to themselves.
3 hours later they were back in Steve’s room his purchases spread across the bed.
Wanda, who was now finally on board once the shopping began, was gleefully bouncing around looking at their purchases and trying to decide where to begin.
“Bathroom now” Natasha ordered crooking her finger at the super solider indicating he should follow. Steve’s last thought before they got to work was “What had he gotten himself into!”
Mel wandered into the kitchen, following the gorgeous smell wafting down the hall that had enticed her, Bruce and even Tony to leave the lab.
“Oh my god! Wanda’s cooking” Mel squealed excitedly, Wanda’s cooking was second to none.
Wanda looked up from the pot smiling “It’s almost done, why don’t you set the table”
Bruce and Mel grabbed handfuls of cutlery and plates, while Tony sorted the drinks out. One by one the rest of the team appeared at the doorway having allowed the smell of Wanda’s cooking to distract them from whatever task they’d been doing at the time.
Bucky and Sam had clearly been in the gym as they arrived dressed in their sweats with wet hair, Vision drifted though the wall from the library right behind Bruce making him scream and drop a plate. They all laughed at him teasing him about turning green which just earned them a death glare from the scientist.
Mel busied herself helping Wanda dish up, handing out the plates of food to those already sat at the table. Completely preoccupied with trying not to drop 3 plates at once, she didn’t witness the new arrivals enter the kitchen behind her.
Tony who was already tucking into his food not waiting for anyone as usual froze, eyes wide his fork suspended halfway between his open mouth and the plate.
Bucky abruptly began to choke on the glass of water he was drinking, eyes watering trying to prevent it from rushing out his nose. Sam absentmindedly pounded him on the back, not one for missing an opportunity to hit the super soldier, while shooting amused glances to the doorway. Bruce like Mel had his back to the door, they looked up at the sounds of Bucky choking then at each other confused. Bruce swivelled to look over his shoulder, following Tony’s shocked gaze “What did you do?” he breathed horrified.
Mel turned to see Natasha in the doorway grinning widely at her and then turned her gaze to the man next to her, her uncomprehending eyes not recognising him for a second “Steve?” she gasped her mouth falling open in shock.
She barely recognised him and not in a good way. Gone was his beautiful blonde hair replaced with a bright vivid red, styled slightly spikey, pulled down and swept across his forehead. Admittedly she liked the style but the colour did nothing for him.
Eyes sliding down over his grinning face she realised he was uncharacteristically dressed all in black and much more casually that she was used to. His hoodie was emblazoned with the Avengers logo and his baggy combat trousers were slung low on his hips, a metal chain hanging between his back pocket and belt. As she stared, he pushed his right sleeve up his arm, a collective gasp of horror rippled around the room as he revealed a full tribal tattoo sleeve.
Mel squeaked appalled hiding her face in her hands not wanting to see, but then immediately parting her fingers to peak through unable to look away, what had he done to his beautiful body.
“Well…” began Sam “Well Steve, I never thought anyone would be able to top Mel’s flamingo pink hair, but here I am proved wrong”
“What on earth were you thinking?” Tony demanded torn between the desire to snap a picture or slap some sense into the man.
“Mel said she wanted to see me give as good as a got one day, so here I am giving it everything I got” Steve responded waving his tattooed arm towards Mel.
Mesmerised Mel watched his arm wave through the air before she registered his words “Oh no! Don’t you blame this on me, I wanted you to fight back a little as in tease me not… not… well this” She cried gesturing to all of him.
“I think he looks sexy like this don’t you agree Wanda?” Natasha called across to the witch who quickly ducked behind the counter on the pretence of having dropped something to hide her laughing face.
“Absolutely” she called from the floor.
Mel glared at the red head “You helped him do this, didn’t you? Jesus Nat, why didn’t you talk him out of it?”
“I don’t understand Doll, don’t you like my new look?” Steve affected a hurt look but couldn’t stop his lips from twitching up into a smile.
“No, I…” Mel started, realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks “You’re winding me up aren’t you?”
Steve, Wanda and Natasha burst into hysterics “You should see your faces right now! Natasha gasped, through the tears running down her face.
The entire table huffed out a deep breath, collectively releasing the breath they hadn’t realised they were holding.
“I dunno, I kinda like it” smirked Bucky “You’ve finally joined this century Stevie”
Mel spun to shout at the super soldier “He should be dressing like a grown up not like some gothic emo teenager!”
Bruce looked at Mel thoughtfully “It’s not all that different to how you dress Mel” he said quietly.
Mel snapped her gaze down to the man next to her “You what? I don’t… I mean… oh god you’re right” She stared down at her own all black outfit, thoughtfully touching her pink hair.
“Wanda” Mel shouted suddenly making everyone jump “Tomorrow we’re going shopping, Nat I’ll need you too”
“Yay more shopping” Wanda clapped her hands together gleefully.
“Finally!” Natasha breathed out triumphantly, a smirk plastered across her face.
Turning back to Steve Mel marched across the room into she was right in front of him “Right Mr you’re coming with me, I refuse to look at you like this for a second longer, we’ve got to sort this”
Steve laughed staring down at her “But what about dinner?”
“Shoulda thought about that before pulling this little stunt” she grimaced at his red hair again.
Rushing out the door, she grabbed him by the sleeve of his hoodie, dragging him with her
“Save us some food would ya” he shouted to Wanda as he was unceremoniously hauled from the room.
“Where are we going Doll?” Steve asked chuckling as she shoved him into the Elevator and hit the button for Steve’s floor with her fist.
“Your room, to get all of… well that off you” Mel shook her head “For the love of god tell me that none of it’s permanent”
Steve Chuckled “The hair dye is wash in wash out, though Nat has warned me my hair may be a little orange for a while, the tattoo… Well look…”
Mel looked down to the arm he was holding out, with his other hand he reached up under the sleeve of his hoodie and pulled the fake tattoo sleeve down, over his wrist revealing his unblemished and perfect skin.
She sighed in relief as it came off “Oh thank goodness”
“What’s the matter Doll? Didn’t you think it suited me?”
Mel rolled her eyes “Don’t get me wrong Steve, seeing you with a tattoo was actually kinda hot but I wouldn’t have wanted you to mark your gorgeous body permanently to prove a point” she threw at him before thinking it through belatedly and realising what she’d said.
Silence followed her admission the tension in the room suddenly skyrocketing “Gorgeous huh?” Steve asked softly, raising a hand to Mel’s chin and lifting, forcing her chocolate brown eyes up to his sky blue’s.
Seeking to diffuse the sudden tension Mel laughed nervously, shrugging she stepped backwards to the elevator wall “Oh come on Steve you know you are”
He continued to stare down at her thoughtfully, a slight smile on his lips, leaning over towards the panel of buttons he brought his palm down square on the emergency stop button causing the elevator to slam to a sudden stop.
Mel squeaked in surprise, flattening herself back against the wall as Steve bore down on her, placing a hand on the wall either side of her shoulders.  
Once the lift had shuddered to a complete stop, Steve wrapped his arms around her, gathering her close, he swooped down to capture her lips with his own.  
Tangled a hair into her hair, he kissed her with a passion that Mel didn’t know he possessed. Raising her own hands, she fisted them into his hoodie pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as she opened her mouth allowing him to slide his tongue into her mouth to tangle with her own. Mel groaned as his other hand found its way to her backside, gripping her tight and pulling her flush against him, pushing a muscular thigh between hers, pinning her to the wall.
“Captain Rogers you have activated the emergency stop on the elevator do you require assistance?” FRIDAY called into the elevator.
Pulling back Steve shouted at the ceiling “No thanks FRIDAY, we’re fine” Mel grinned at him, pulling him back down to her, she tangled her hand in his vivid hair, crashing her lips back on his.
“Err Cap?” The sound of Tony’s voice filled the small space “You know there are cameras in there right?”
“Best turn them off then Tony, otherwise you’re going to get quite the show” Mel called out, tearing her lips from Steve’s momentarily, Steve grinned impishly in response to her words.
“Oh no, get out at the next floor or I will come up there and make you” Tony shouted as the elevator started moving again.
Mel sighed mumbling under her breath “Party pooper”
Steve placed a kiss on the tip of her nose and released her, stepping back till he reached the other side of the confined space, his arousal evident even through his baggy trousers.
The door pinged and slid open “Well we really should get that stuff out of your hair and you out of those clothes anyway” Mel said as they left the elevator.  
“I rather thought we’d started on the latter already” Steve said laughing as he followed her down the hall.
Stopping outside his door Mel looked at him thoughtfully “Was that the point of all this?” Pulling on the chain on his trousers.
“Well yes and no” Steve confirmed unlocking his room and ushering her inside.
“No, the point wasn’t to make you want to rip my clothes off exactly… but it was supposed to… I dunno make you see me like the type of guy you would usually go for”
“You’re an idiot” Mel huffed heading for the bathroom briefly pausing at the confused look on his face.
“What makes you think I like guys dressed like this? When have you ever seen me with one? When have you ever seen me with a guy for that matter? For all you knew I was a lesbian”
“Nat never gave me any indication that I was the wrong gender” he chuckled.
Mel laughed “Oh Nat said did she, using my friends against me I see… how did that work out for you?”
Steve shrugged “You’re here aren’t you… though I confess it didn’t go as I’d expected”
Mel walked back over to him, hands settling on his hips just under the hem on his hoodie “Know why?”
Steve inhaled sharply as he felt her hands drift higher, edging under his clothes, fingertips gently skimming over his sides “No please do enlighten me”
“It’s because I don’t have a type” she said sliding her hands higher, bringing his hoodie with her hands, forcing it up over his head and flinging it into a corner.
Bringing her hands back to Steve’s chest she began to trace lazy circles on his bare skin “Well actually that’s not strictly true, I do have a type but it’s very specific”
Steve brought his hand up to cup her cheek using his other hands to gently lift her chin, so she was looking into his eyes “What is it?”
Mel smiled “You” she stated simply.
A lazy grin spread across the super soldier's face at her words, stooping to kiss her once more he was brought up short when she ducked out of his hold and stepped into his bathroom.
Straightening up the smile sliding from his face to be replaced with a confused frown, he watched Mel spin in the doorway to face him. With an exaggerated and flirtatious wink she crossed her arms in front of her, gripped the hem of her black T-shirt and pulled it over her head, depositing it on the floor next to her and placed her hands on her hips in challenge.
Steve inhaled sharply taking in the sheer Navy lace bralet that had been hidden under her plain clothes. Stepping towards her he reached out and pulled her to him, one large hand placed on her lower back the other resting on the smooth skin over the ribcage.
"I don't remember you showing me this tattoo before" Steve murmured his mouth curved into a smirk as his gaze fell to the picture of his shield peeking out from underneath the Navy lace, adorning the tender skin above her left breast.
A slow smile spread across Mel's face "Maybe I was hoping you'd find it someday"
Steve chuckled "I'm wondering what else you haven't shown me now"
Stepping back out of his arms once more Mel grinned impishly at him "Oh baby you haven't seen anything yet"
Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her skirt she pushed the garment over her hips towards the floor straightening up as the material hit the floor.
Steve surveyed the goddess in front of him, taking in the Captain America themed lacy French knickers she wore with only a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.
"I didn't know they made Captain America underwear" was his response along with a disbelieving smile.
Mel shrugged "They don't" turning she reached into the shower to switch on the water leaving it to warm up "I had these made special, just for you"
"Lucky you were wearing them today then" Steve responded.
Mel nodded "Definitely my lucky day"
Reaching for his belt buckle she undid the clasp and pushed the baggy pants from his hips with a look of disgust "Never let me catch you wearing these again"
Chuckled Steve shook his head "No Mam"
"Now did you want me to help get that dye out of your hair or can you manage by yourself" Mel asked with a lilt to her voice, as she pulled one bra strap down her arm, pausing to wait for his reaction.
Eyes wide as he realised she intended to join him in the shower, Steve felt his mouth go dry "I definitely need help"
Mel dropped her gaze the evident bulge in his tight black boxers "So I see" she murmured provocatively.
Stepping back into his embrace she placed her palm to front of his boxers, squeezing him gently through the material "And what will you give me in return?" she whispered eyes boring into his.
Steve groaned at the touch of her hand, hauling her into his arms and crashing his lips to hers.
Invading her mouth with his tongue, he marvelled at the sweet taste of her, hands roaming her soft skin, pressing her ever tighter against him.
Mel responded in kind, running her hands over his muscles, cupping his face and sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck.
Flipping open the clasp holding her bralet closed Steve pulled back briefly to allow her to remove it. Gripping her pert backside, he lifted her onto the sink the shower now forgotten, slipping between her parted thighs to drop his mouth to the exposed flesh. Mel arched into his touch her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he engulfed her nipple, fingers expertly pinching at the other.
Mewling in pleasure she hooked her legs over his hips pulling him closer to grind her overheated core against his arousal. Steve could feel how damp she was through 2 layers of material, the knowledge drove him wild.
"Careful Doll or I might just have to take you right here, right now" he hissed against her flesh.
Mel chuckled grinding against him once more with a low moan "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep Captain"
Peering up at her Steve considered briefly if she was seriously challenging him or joking. Grinning at his confusion Mel raised an eyebrow "I thought you were giving as good as you got today?"
Grinning in response Steve stepped back from her, pulled her from her perch atop the sink and spun her, trapping her between the sink and his muscular body. Eyes boring into hers through the mirror he placed a gentle kiss to her shoulder hands trailing down her sides, leaving fire in their wake "You may regret saying that Doll"
Mel pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, noting how his cock twitched against her ass with the movement "Make me" She defied with a smirk.
Hooking his thumbs into her panties Steve pulled them down her long legs, allowing her to kick them away as he dealt with his boxers the last remaining barrier between them.
Using his foot he pushed her legs further apart and backwards causing her to automatically bend over the sink, eyes wide and wild at the thought of what was about to happen.
"Don't keep me waiting Captain" she hissed out in anticipation and desperation, she'd waited for this so long.
Cock in hand Steve stroked her folds with his tip groaning loudly on finding her wet and ready for him "Hold on then Doll"
Guiding himself into her entrance he slid into her fully, both crying out in exaggerated sexual agony at the feeling.
Mel arched her back revelling in the feeling of being filled by him, it almost being enough to push her over the edge before they'd even started. Holding himself steady Steve attempted to gather his wits, but one look at the wild, wanton expression on Mel's face reflected in the mirror and he fell apart.
Pulling himself from her body he pushed himself back inside forcefully, extracting a long feral moan from somewhere deep inside Mel.
Spurred on by the noises she was making and the way she was looking at him in the mirror Steve buried himself in her over and over, harder and faster with every thrust. Surprised not only that Mel wanted it that way, but that she was encouraging him to use her so completely, actively basking in the bruising brutal pace he was inflicting on her body.
Mel could feel her body building to fever pitch quicker than she wanted, but the sexual tension had been ready to snap for some time, neither of them was going to be able to hang on much longer.
"Right there baby, that's it harder" she cooed, as he found just the right spot that made her toes curl.
Gritting his teeth Steve slammed into her so hard they both heard the sink crunch in protest, but niether could even contemplate stopping at this point.
With 3 more ferocious thrusts Mel came apart at the seams, screaming out her release her walls spasming around his cock so hard it trigged his own orgasm. Hips stuttering, fingers gripping her hips hard enough to bruise Steve emptied himself into her, shouting out her name in pure ecstasy.
Mel sagged boneless over the sink, her forehead pressed against the cool glass of the mirror, breath fogging the surface as she panted, attempting to normalise her breathing.
Possessed of super soldier stamina Steve recovered quicker, pulling himself from her exhausted body she whimpered quietly at the loss her legs wobbling and threatening to give.
Reaching first into the long abandoned shower to turn off the now cold water Steve returned to scoop her up into his arms bridal style. Carrying her back to his bedroom and laying her carefully on his bed, sliding in next to her to pull her back into his arms unable to keep himself from touching her.
With a sigh Mel drapped her arm over his chest, snuggling into shoulder as his arm snaked around her back.
"Well" she huffed out finally with a tired chuckle "I'm not entirely sure you're that much of an old-fashioned gentleman after all"
Steve grinned down at her upturned smiling face "I think I could get used to being a bit more modern"
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CAPTAIN AMERICA / MCU MASTERLIST
Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes (Stucky) and a few straight Steve & Bucky featuring the rest of the Avengers, and one Thor / Bruce Banner
All titles are links to the fics on AO3. All fics contain a healthy dose of swearing and I only have the happy-ending gene.
Can't Read That In A Museum - The Full Story of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes
Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes Story, fluff, smut, angst, pining, action This will be a three-part series. Each part will cover an era in Steve and Bucky's lives. Built around canon scenes and dialogue, this is the backstory - what happened before, after, and between those scenes. Part 1: In the Beginning The story of how Steve and Bucky met as children and became best friends who pledged themselves to one another 'til the end of the line. Covers their lives from when they meet in 1924 at ages 6 and 7 until 1945, when Bucky falls from the train and Steve flies the Valkyrie into the ice. Part 2: The Miserable Hero, The Guy in the Tank, and Me Brock Rumlow always wanted to be a good guy like his hero, historical figure Bucky Barnes. By the time he finds himself working with recently-returned Captain America, it's way too late. But then he starts to suspect that the viciously effective assassin so dangerous Hydra has to keep him on ice might actually have once been Bucky Barnes. He goes looking for answers, even though what he learns about both men - and himself - hurts like almighty hell. Part 3: The Road Home - WIP Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have each learned that the other is alive in 2014. Impossibly, they're both only a few years older than when they were separated in 1945.
Finding their way back to one another, however, is going to be a long, long road. Because first, they both have to find Bucky Barnes.
Others Like Me
Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Bucky" Barnes / Original Female Character, "Cap" Rogers / James "Barnes" Barnes Story, smut, fluff, angst, pining, action, multiverse (two Buckys!), I kept writing new sections because I love this AU so much
This should be a three-part series, but it's too late now.
Part One: Things are rough between Steve and Bucky. Then Bucky's abducted by a new Hydra and meets other captive soldiers, including a woman who helps him come to grips with his torturous past. Bucky must convince The Avengers to help destroy the new Hydra and save the captives. Steve isn't happy about any of it. All he wants is Bucky back in his arms.
Part Two: Since Steve returned to the past two years ago, Bucky’s become a miserable wreck. He's gotta find a new life. He remembers something a drunken Tony said once, and learns that there’s a last chance for him to be happy. And, honestly, what does he care if it kills him, instead? Landing, gravely injured but alive, in an alternate universe, he finds that he has a chance to do some things over again, and to finally be home for good.
Part Three: Barnes is trying to find his way now that Steve's been killed and he is Captain America. Until a half-dead Steve Rogers from yet another universe shows up, betrayed by his own Avengers. How the hell is Barnes supposed to deal with another version of the husband he can't stop mourning?
The Art Class
Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes Fluff, pining, first time, smut, pre-war Steve & Bucky
It's 1939. Steve and Bucky are roommates in a tiny little flat, doing everything they can to keep afloat at the tail end of the Depression. Through a series of chance events, Steve gets the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to take a life drawing class with one of his favorite pen and ink artists. What he doesn't know is that the model he'll be drawing is - you guessed it. Their secret attraction to each other has been difficult enough, but now Steve will be spending two hours a week staring at Bucky's nude body, and Bucky will be trying to fight what that look in Steve's eyes does to him.
Cobble Hill
Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes Notting Hill AU, fluff, angst, pining, fixed problems with the movie, Thor as Spike (the roommate from Hell)
Bucky Barnes is happy, with a great house and has a close-knit group of friends. His life is going along just fine until Steve Rogers - Captain freaking America - walks into his bookshop specializing in military history. Bucky's always had a thing for Captain America, and Steve Rogers exceeds all his fantasies.
Until he takes Bucky on the emotional rollercoaster ride of his life, leaving him wildly disappointed and nursing a broken heart.
After giving him a second chance and being burned again, Bucky is done with Steve Rogers. But Steve will do anything - even give up the Shield - to make it up to him, and prove that his bad behavior is in the past.
Wedding Bells
Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes Short, super-angsty/piney one-shot
Seeing Steve’s wedding ring made it all real. That’s when Bucky knew he had to say goodbye. So he goes back to Brooklyn, to where it all began, to do what he must with his most treasured possession: a drawing Steve made of the two of them.
Unspeakable
Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes Recovering Steve / Recovering Bucky, smut, fluff, action
Post-Winter Soldier, Bucky goes to ground to figure out who he is, and who he’s been. But for Bucky, remembering is like living it all for the first time. Steve, determined to find him at any cost, learns just how far he’ll go to undo the mistakes he made — mistakes that cost Bucky everything. Together again, with the help of Clint and Sam, they go on the run to keep Bucky out of the hands of the many groups looking to capture him. Both Steve and Bucky have to learn to live with their pasts, and figure out their feelings for each other, to create a path toward the future. A story of Steve and Bucky finding themselves again, and finding each other at last.
Destroying the Planet to Save It
All the Avengers are meeting "The One". Steve and Bucky are straight best friends. Steve Rogers / Sharon Carter, Clint Barton / Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark / Pepper Potts, and Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, and Bruce Banner X Original Female Characters Story, travel, adventure, action, smut, fluff, angst, pining
There’s a new threat to the world, and The Avengers join the new S.H.I.E.L.D. to find and fight it. Lots going on. Steve Rogers has the weight of the world wearing him down. Sharon Carter tells him he can't just give all the time, he needs to let those who love him take care of him. Starting with her. Bucky Barnes meets a Secret Service agent who likes guns and knives as much as he does. But as interested as she is (and she IS), she's not going to risk her heart. Sam Wilson thought S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Anita Herrera didn't notice him. Oh, she noticed him all right. Bruce Banner and a fellow scientist fell in love, but he had to let her go to protect her from The Other Guy. Now he needs her help to figure out what's causing all these unnatural disasters. How will he let her go again when he's never come close to getting over her? Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff met when he was sent to kill her. Instead, they spent three days in bed in Talinn and neither of their lives have been the same since.
Here Goes
Short, angsty thing
Ever wonder what was going on in Steve Rogers's head at various times after Bucky Barnes fell off the train? This is the answer.
Ever wonder what Steve Rogers was thinking? Not as in, "What were you thinking, Steve?" Because who among us hasn't thought that. But as in, what was going on in Steve's head at various times after Bucky fell off the train? Did he ever think about Bucky after that? Turns out, yes. Yes, he did.
The Ocean Between Good Enough and Perfect
Bruce Banner / Thor Professional surfing AU, angst, pining, fluff
Ten years after the wipeout that ended Bruce "the Hulk" Banner's professional surfing career, he co-owns a restaurant and Surf Shack on the North Shore of Oahu. He spends his days with his business partner Clint Barton, restaurant manager M'Baku, and good friend Natasha Romanoff, and often gets to hang with his longtime best friends, fellow former surfers Tony Stark and Brock Rumlow. If that's not happiness, Bruce asks, what is? Then Thor Odinson comes to town for an elite surfing competition and suddenly Bruce learns the answer to that question. Now Bruce needs to find the courage to risk "good enough" to get more than he ever believed was possible.
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Only Fools Rush In| Captain America
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I had this posted a long time ago on here but decided to do it just from Lennon on but decided just recently that it wasn't going to work and that it needed to be from Hannah down to Morgan so here we go again.
This is cross posted on AO3, ff.net and wattpad
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1942
Brooklyn New York 
“Is this thing going to work  Howard?” Hannah Stark asked as she sat on the stool next to her older brother. “There is only one way to find out.” He returned glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes. Today was the first day in over a week that he had seen her, she had been busy with the Stark Expo and other ventures that Stark industries was involved in.  
She was the only one that he trusted to do anything even with her illness. An illness that threatened to take her away from him at a young age. And he wasn’t ready to face a world without his little sister in it. 
 She was his moral compass, she kept him from doing too bad of things.  He had thought if this worked, he was to give it to his sister so she could live a life that was free from illness and from near poverty they lived in because of their father. 
She deserved at least that. They both did. 
 “Whatever you're thinking, Howard stop it right now.” Hannah ordered looking up from the clipboard that was on her lap, “I am not going to take the super soldier serum. I am neither a soldier nor do I need to take it. If I die, I die. It's God’s will and we know not to mess with that.’
 They had started to get a little ahead before the stock market crashed and their father started to gamble it away and drink it. And then the market crashed and thankfully he was able to save the two of them from the sudden deaths that took both of their parents from them. 
“You may be ready to die Hannah, but I am not ready to let you go.” 
She was saved from commenting when Agent Carter and a small man entered the room and stood at the top of the stairs. 
“Who is that?” She asked Howard tilting her head to the side, eyes wide with curiosity. 
`That Ms. Stark is our soldier.” The doctor informed her from where he was standing looking over the viles and the paperwork. 
‘He is so tiny. It’s kind of cute.” She muttered with a laugh to her older brother who smirked before she offered the man a smile. 
“Good luck Mister.’
 “Rogers. Steve Rogers.” The man informed not quite meeting her eyes.
 “Hannah Stark.’ She returned, “Good luck Mister Rogers.’  
Hannah stood from the stool, she had been involved with enough of Howard’s projects knowing that she was better off upstairs with the others and he would have probably ordered her to go up there anyways. 
His expertise lay with lying and getting things their way.  And Hannah’s was good at sweet-talking money out of investors' pockets even if it wasn’t morally correct for her to do so. 
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“Miss Stark, I didn’t expect to see you here today.” The Colonel commented seeing the younger Stark sibling coming into the room. 
“I do get let out of my duties and my tower sometimes sir. Mostly to see things like this.” She grinned before letting the older man introduce her to the senator and the man that accompanied him. 
 The younger man stared at her uncomfortably, causing her to take a step back and close to the Colonel who raised an eyebrow at her sudden movement. She shook her head and painted a smile on her face. 
She wasn’t going to ruin this for her brother, not after he worked so hard to get them to this point. She would just deal with it. “I can see why Howard keeps you busy with the company and the expo.” The Senator said, turning his full attention to Hannah who smiled, “You flatter me, Senator.’ She said as Peggy came into the room and over to her side. 
Worry on her pretty face.  She cared for this man that was going to be injected. That much Hannah could see but she wasn’t going to question her in front of her superiors.
 It was not the time or place. “C’Mon.” Hannah whispered, gripping the older girl’s hand and pulling her over to the chairs. 
**
“Stop it! Stop it now!” Peggy shouted abandoning her seat moments after they had settled in them. She tore out of the room back to the landing. 
Hannah followed quickly, her hazel eyes wide with terror. Howard was out of his damn mind if he thought that she was going to go into one of those willingly. 
 “Howard! Stop it now!’ She threw in as she grasped Peggy’s elbow in her hand, trying to keep her rooted next to her.  
All the stuff that was flashing around wasn’t safe for them to be around. She knew enough of her brother’s projects to know that it would do more damage than good to them. 
Howard, hearing his sister’s voice over all the noise, went to turn the dial back before Steve’s voice shouted from inside the holding cell that he was fine and let it keep going. 
 “It’s okay Peg.” She started squeezing her elbow tighter, “Howard knows what he is doing.” 
It was a matter of seconds before Howard lowered the cell and opened it and Steve slumped forward, a completely changed man.
 “Holy shit. It worked.’ Hannah muttered as she followed Peggy down the stairs and to her brother’s side. 
“Good job Howie.” She grinned as he hugged her to his side. 
“You are next.” He squeezed here. “No way in hell. I am not going through that.” 
 “Hannah.”
 “Howard.” 
The squabble was stopped by shattering glass and a loud cracking sound like a car backfiring, Howard  had enough well with all to spin them into the ground, his body protecting hers. 
“Stay here Hannah. Don’t move.” He ordered before standing straight up. For once Hannah was going to listen to her brother. Whatever just happened wasn’t supposed to happen and it rocked her brother to the core. 
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4 weeks later.
**
Peggy Carter came to a stop next to Hannah who was standing just off of the stage watching them finish building the set. “How are you feeling?”  Her question startled Hannah out of her thoughts causing the younger girl to tear her eyes away from the stage work to look at her.  She and Howard both had been MIA from one of the shows and she and Steve had figured out what was going on.
Piecing the symptoms together and how instead of going over to Europe like originally planned, Howard stayed stateside to be with his sister trying to ease her illness and pain. He could have left her with Peggy and with Steve but she was his responsibility. 
He wanted to take care of his sister, it was the right thing to do.
 The war in Europe could wait just a little bit longer. 
 “I told Howard we should have told you.” She started, “but he didn’t want to take this away from this. He thinks the senator would pull me off because of my illness. He is convinced that the Senator would lock me up in a tower in Buffalo with an army of doctors. And not letting me work.. Working is  what I want to do.”
Peggy laughed at that, the Senator was completely enamored by the younger Stark, it would take a lot for him to remove her from this.
 “I have always been sick even when I was younger. We figured it was because it was the environment we grew up in. But a couple of years ago, I got really sick and against my wishes, Howard took me to the doctors.” 
 Steve had now joined them and was listening to her story, curious about the younger Stark sibling, they had heard about Howard and his escapades but Hannah was quiet. Almost like him. 
“And they found cancer. It is contained for now in my uterus and ovaries.” 
Steve colored, this topic wasn’t discussed in polite conversation.
“Sorry.” The younger Stark sibling mumbled looking back at the stage, her fingers twisting together, she was embarrassed to have let it slip. But Peggy and Steve were too smart not to figure it out. “They give me a year, maybe less. You are the only two outside of me, Howard and my doctor know about how sick I am. He wanted me to do the serum. But there is no guarantee of it working on me and I don’t want to be some sort of burden on him, more than I already am.” 
Steve went to open his mouth to offer some sort of awkward sympathetic statement but stopped when Peggy put her hand on his arm. 
“It’s okay.” Hannah said softly, turning to look at them both. “I told Howard that I was okay with dying.”
“No one should ever be ready to die.” Steve finally said, reaching his own hand out to touch her shoulder.  
“But I am Steve, and it’s okay, I am just trying to make the best of the time I have left. “
 “The serum worked for me.” 
“I know but Steve, I am okay with this. Truly. I just have to find someone to take care of Howard.”
 Howard and the Senator had arrived and heard the end of the conversation.
 “And I told you a thousand times you don’t need to.”  
Hannah shrugged her shoulders and reached up to dry the tears that escaped her eyes.  
“Oh, sweetheart.” Peggy cried, pulling her into a hug. “Everything will be okay.” 
Those words sounded hollow to even her own ears. They all shouldn’t be going around making promises that they could not keep but in this time frame, she had wanted to give them all hope. Something that was desperately needed for them all.  
“Well, we came to talk to you about the changes we have as we go forward.” 
The senator spoke, trying to break up the uneasiness.  The three turned to him while Howard shook his head, this wasn’t the time that he wanted this to happen. Especially when Hannah would be liable to say yes.
 “We are going to send this overseas to military camps..”  
Hannah blinked her eyes rapidly as Peggy released her from her embrace and looked at the Senator, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You want to send Steve over there when they have actually been fighting the war and have him ask if they want to come along while he punches Hilter in the face?” 
“Han.” Howard started, he knew that Hannah was right and this wasn’t the best angle to go but there was no telling the Senator no.  
“Sorry.” She immediately apologized, it was a stupid idea to do this and it had slipped out before she could fully think about it. 
The older man waved it off and turned back to speak to Howard again. 
 “Well, Captain it looks like you are getting your wish, you will get to see Bucky again.” Peggy started.  
“Who is Bucky?” Hannah threw in as the Brit lead them backstage where the rest of the cast and crew were getting ready for the show. 
 “His best friend. He is a handsome one. You would like him, Hannah.”   
“Oh no Peggy, that one date was enough, I am never doing that again.” She laughed, “And besides, the deal was I would go on that one date with you and what’s their names and then you would help me find someone suitable for Howard.” 
“And Love, I will, we just have to take care of you too. We can’t forget about you. You are important too.” 
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So I fell down this rabbit hole on @/animarvelita on TikTok with all these AI images of Bucky!! Now I want to go back an reread all my fav fan fiction with these images in mind 😍
@jtargaryen18 ♥️
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buckyalpine · 9 months
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Spicy Snacks
Bucky x reader, Steve 
Warnings: 2 high super soldiers who get into your stash of spicy snacks, fluffff 
“Dear god” 
You weren’t sure what it was you were going to walk into when you heard a ruckus in the kitchen but it was everything but this. Literally anything. The last time you’d seen such a mess was when Peter thought it’d be a good idea to babysit Morgan alone. Even that was salvageable. You should’ve known how bad it would be, given the trail of crumbs you followed from your drawer to the kitchen, but still. 
This was something else...
There were snacks strewn about left, right and center. Bags of chips and candy littering every inch of the counter tops. 
But what truly topped it all were the two massive super soldiers sitting cross cross apple sauce on top of the kitchen island, giggling like school children with their hands, literally in the cookie jar. 
“Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar” Steve sang to himself while stuffing a chocolate chip one into his mouth, practically swallowing it whole. 
“Steve stole the cookie from the cookie jar” Bucky snickered, taking the jar for himself and scarfing them down two at a time. 
“Who me?”
“Yes you!”
“Not me!”
“Then who?” 
“What are you two idiots doing” Your voice broke them away from their nursery rhyme, staring at your boyfriend first before turning to his bestfriend, the both of them trying to hide the jar behind their backs. 
“Nothing’ y/n” Steve gave you a dopey grin, his baby blue eyes glazed like donuts, snickering at his bestfriend attempting to stab an apple juice box with the straw.
“S’too hard!!” Bucky whined, sticking his tongue out in concentration, eyes wide, trying to get his straw in to no avail, looking back up to you for help. He gave you his most innocent puppy pout hoping you’d help him, sticking his hands out for you to take his juice. 
“Bucky get down” You huffed, trying to hide your smile when he clambered down like an admonished child with his head hung. You rolled your eyes, pushing the straw and giving it back to him, shaking your head at the grin he gave you, whispering a shy thank you. 
“Ooooooo you like herrrrrr” Steve howled, now kicking his feet, letting them hang off the counter while Bucky blushed, peeking at you through his lashes. “BUCKY HAS A CRUSH” 
“Nooooo” He drawled out, taking a long sip from his juice box. 
“We’ve been dating for 2 years you dork” You watched his cheeks redden more, which only made him more adorable but you weren’t sure how much more nonsense was going to ensue when the both of them were higher than kites. 
“She’s my girlfriend” Bucky giggled at the last word, now struggling with a new box while Steve’s eyes lit up, a classic God awful captain America plan had bean to manifest itself. He slipped off the counter, the effects of the gummies and whatever else he’d swallowed had knocked his agility off its rockers; he moved with the grace of a donkey. 
“Where are you going” you stopped him before he could sneak off, your boyfriend looking equally guilty. 
“Noooowhere” Steve shrugged but you gave him a pointed look while Bucky flailed his hands, hoping to silently communicate they were not about to do something idiotic. 
“Sit down. Finish your snacks and then you both need to go take a nap” You felt like you were talking to toddlers, not bothering to add they had to clean their mess because you were sure that would only end in more chaos. 
“But we were gonna go flying with Sam’s wings!” 
“I can’t believe I’m saying this” You muttered to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose before speaking again, “No. You can’t just go take Sam’s wings and go flying. Now finish your juice boxes and go to bed” 
“NOOOO” Steve jumped onto Bucky, wrapping his long legs around his waist, holding onto him like a massive koala, giving you his best puppy eyes, matching his equally ridiculous best friend. “WE DON’T WANNA GO TO BED” 
“Boys....”
“Please???” Bucky pouted effortlessly holding the captain up while your face scrunched up, mentally face palming yourself.
“No. No, you cannot go flying! You’ll end up hurting yourself or breaking the wings or- for fucks sake what are you doing?!” You gawked; Steve and Bucky had stopped listening many moons ago. They were back to rummaging for food, a stray sour patch kid falling to the floor. 
“5 second rule” Bucky shrugged, bending over to pick it up, not seeing the smirk that crossed his bestfriends face. 
“Chubby dumpling” Steve whispered, giving Bucky’s ass a poke, making him yelp. Bucky stared at him like a deer in headlights while Steve cackled to himself, tossing back another packet of nerds into his mouth. You were to engrossed at the scene in front of you to notice Tony walk in, his face equally perplexed at yours. 
“What it God’s name” Tony stared at the chaos that was taking place with you in the middle, “Do I even want to ask?”
“They got into my stash of....snacks...” You smirked while Tony cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate. 
“Snacks, y/n? Really?”
“...Spicy snacks”
“Who would’ve thought this would be their downfall” He mused beside you “Oh-I think clothes are coming off-oh fuck” Tony ducked while Steve's shirt flew above his head, eyes growing wide when a pair of jeans followed.
“It’s so hot!!” Steve huffed, star fishing on the cool tile floor, arms and legs splayed out to the sides. “Soooo hottttt, n’I’m sleepy now” He yawned, stretching out like a cat before closing his eyes, a sugar crash sneaking up on them.  
“Okay, someone call for this ones bromantic partner to figure this out” Tony covered his eyes while calling for Sam, hoping to get Steve into some clothes before hauling him back to his room. “Y/n, I’m assuming you got terminator covered?” 
“Yeah, I- Oh no” you were met with your boyfriends Henley, followed by his joggers, landing on your head, squealing when you found yourself hanging off his shoulder seconds later. 
“Buck, where are we going?!” He mumbled something while making his way to the elevator in just his boxer briefs. 
“S’nap time” he mumbled sleepily, trudging with you to the bedroom and plopping down on top of you, using your chest as a pillow. “wan cuddles” 
“Mhm, then you get cuddles, baby boy” you giggled, carding your fingers through his hair, unable to stop smiling from how ridiculously adorable he was. He let out a content sigh, softly snoring moments later. You bit you lip to keep your laughs down, hearing the commotion outside your room in the hallway. 
“Steve, you need to put on pants”
“Pants are for the WEAK”
“No-Steve NO!-don’t take off your-for fucks sake” 
“THIS IS AMERICAS ASS”
“That’s America’s cock and balls” 
“Please, for the love of God, go to your room” 
“I’M GOING TO MAKE A TIKTOK” 
“Steve no”
“Steve yes”
“STEVE” 
“What’s the live feature” 
*Sounds of Steve shrieking and then a thump with continued muffled pouting*
“You’re never eating spicy anything again” 
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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Something similar to this? With Stevee?😭
this is very short and I apologise for taking so long to get to it. I hope you like it.
summary - reader pretends to be asleep to see what her boyfriend steve would do.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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Steve walks into the bedroom he shares with his girl, Y/n. His mouth opens as he’s about to speak, but he notices that she’s asleep. He tiptoes over to his sleeping girl and kneels on the ground. His hand pulls the blanket to cover her body and then rests on her cheek, stroking it.
His blue eyes focused on her beautiful face, taking in every freckle, eyelash, how her nose scrunches up and soft noises fall from her plump lips. Steve smiles softly, love in his eyes as he moves closer to her face and places the gentlest kiss on her forehead, “I love you, baby girl. I hope you have good dreams.” 
When Steve stands and leaves the room, Y/n’s eyes slowly open. Her heart is beating out of her chest, and tears form in her eyes with how soft Steve is. A smile graces her at picking the right guy, and she will marry him someday.
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thank you for reading!
feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
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bluemoon-fever · 3 months
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pas de deux sneak peek | steve rogers
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pairing: choreographer!steve rogers x ballerina!reader
summary: After receiving acclaim in your dance company's production of Sleeping Beauty, you audition for the principal role in its newest production, Giselle, and catch the eye of your attractive, new choreographer.
warnings: none
word count: 534 words
notes: i've been sitting on this for almost two years, and after re-reading it today, i decided to publish this sneak peek and see if there's interest in this. as a former ballerina, this is a passion piece for me, so please let me know what you think! <3 (initially wrote this as an ofc so if there's errors, my b!)
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Someone was watching you. It took you a while, but when you finally realized it, your dancing changed.
You were always so sure that no one was in the building at this time. It was far too early. You loved coming in the studio early, doing warmups, choreographing ballets you were too nervous to ever present, and physically baring your soul to the three floor-to-ceiling mirrors that surrounded you. But now, someone knew your secret, and they were watching you at your most vulnerable.
As much as you wanted to cut the music, grab your bags, and flee the room, you couldn’t. The stakes were way too important. If you wanted to be Giselle, your lifelong dream, you had to stay and practice until your feet fell off.
This was your first audition where you had to perform a piece for the director and choreographer. It was new to you, and frankly, you loved the idea. It emboldened you to pick a piece from one of your secret choreographed ballets, especially one so ethereal and heartbreaking. 
You began choreographing this piece when your heart first shattered into pieces. As you worked on the pieces, you felt the pieces of your heart slowing finding its way to each other, waiting for the glue to put it together. On the night you choreographed your favorite eight-count, you broke down in tears. Every time you performed that section that night, tears welled into your eyes until you was too emotionally exhausted to continue dancing. 
Whoever was watching your dancing was entranced by you. They felt directly connected to you and the emotion that lied within your movement. You didn’t feel cruel judgment as you continued dancing under their watchful eyes. If it was Gia or a member of her entourage, they would’ve snickered loud enough to break your concentration. If it was Pierre, he would promptly tell you to go home and get rest. 
This person felt foreign to you, but you didn’t mind dancing for them. Your nervousness quickly subsided, and you wanted to give them a show. To make up for your hyper-vigilance, you put more emotion into your movement. All of the emotions you felt while choreographing this piece rose to the surface like lava finally exploding out of a volcano. Yet no tears stained your cheeks. Your tears came in the form of arabesques, grand jetes, and a series of the best pirouettes you had ever performed in your life. 
When you finished, you let out a loud exhale. You had stopped breathing unintentionally, and something told you the person watching did as well. Although you couldn’t see them beyond the one-way window, you knew they were moved by your performance. If they didn’t want to endanger their position, they would’ve clapped and sang praises for the performance. Instead, you (correctly) imagined them walking away stunned, unable to forget what they saw.
You felt proud in yourself and your capabilities. You weren’t the only person who knew your true potential. All of your anxieties had subsided in this moment. You weren’t worried about the other dancers or being reduced to a member of the corps. 
You were Giselle, in more ways than one.
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clawdeewritesfanfic · 1 month
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EDIT/REDO: I wanted to make this a weeklong poll not a day long one so I re-did it
I know I find fics through all the sources I'll list, but most often, I'll just read whatever is on my dash (through reblogs).
This poll is not targeted to a certain fandom, if you read fic of any kind for any fandom, please answer and reblog for larger sample size.
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verybadatwriting · 8 months
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Healer Masterlist
For all of these, the reader is gender neutral. They use they/them and I avoid physical descriptions (besides for both of the 'Hair' stories). Please tell me if I mess it up anywhere.
Reader is ~16. HYDRA captured them at age two.
Background: Civil War would have happened roughly one year ago. Everyone’s living at the Tower, Bucky’s there too. Still quite a bit of animosity between the Cap and Tony sides of Civil War. Tony, Steve, & Bucky managed to work it out at the big final battle, but Rhodey still fell and damaged his spine at the airport battle.
Part 1
Summary: Steve ends up in Hydra’s most secure prison.
Warnings: Injuries, past trauma, conditioning, death, torture (punches), witnessing death of a loved one,
Steve x teen!reader, Nat x teen!reader, Avengers x teen!reader
Word Count: 4,274
Part 2
Summary: Y/n adjusts to life in the tower and the people they share it with.
Warnings: Bad sleep schedule. References to past trauma (kidnapping, murder of parents, etc.)
Bucky x teen!reader, Steve x teen!reader, Wanda x teen!reader, Sam Wilson x teen!reader, Loki x teen!reader
Word Count: 2,477
Part 3
Summary: Y/n helps heal the Rift caused by the Sokovia Accords.
Warnings: Injuries, medical stuff (no needles)
Rhodey x teen!reader, Dr. Cho x teen!reader
Word Count: 726
Part 4
Summary: Reader is captured by Hydra again. 
Warnings: Blood, torture, needles, gore, angsty stuff. Major character death (temporary)
Nat x teen!reader, Steve x teen!reader, Avengers x teen!reader
Word Count: 4,336
Hair (Buzz cut)
Summary: Reader learns how to express themself through their hair.
Warnings: Bad memories
Nat x teen!reader
Word Count: 671
Hair (Medium/Long)
Summary: Reader learns how to express themself through their hair.
Warnings: Improper treatment of prisoners, cold exposure, dehumanization, reader has long/medium hair
Sam Wilson x teen!reader, Nat x teen!reader
Word Count: 625
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rogersideup · 9 days
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。°✩ ♊︎ The Gemini♊︎ ✩ °。
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Chapter 6
Little Birdie
Series masterlist
Previous part: Rearview next part: Twinkles
Word Count: 7,800
Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions and descriptions of sexual acts, anxiety, and sever depression.
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One week.
Steve made it one whole week without you.
It was one of the longest weeks of his life.
Every day for seven days straight he needed Bucky to convince him not to text or call you. That conversation usually happened as Steve paced around his living room, while Bucky sat on his couch, threatening to get up and rip the phone out of his hands.
He couldn't even text you outside of work hours considering you blocked his number from being able to do so, but that still didn't stop the itch he felt to just see your name on his phone screen again.
Both boys were in agreement that Steve eventually should reach out and try to fix the damage that was done, because if your situation at the compound needed to get better just for the chance that you would stay, you at least needed your best friends back. But Bucky knew you deserved time and space away from all of the drama to really process it and figure out how you wanted it to end.
Bucky also knew a week of no contact with Steve would help the both of you stop fueling the fire. The harsh words would settle, reflecting back on the situation wouldn't feel as dramatic, and maybe now Steve would finally find the right words without the sight of you every day.
Plus, he would be damned if he let Steve have a conversation this serious with you over the phone.
Sure, both boys were extremely worried about you. There were a few times Bucky wanted to call and check up on you too, but he knew his own feelings shouldn't come before yours right now.
Meanwhile, the week did you wonders. You spent your days reconnecting with everything you used to love. Your favorite restaurants in the area, old friends you barely got to see now that you lived so far, the old yoga studio you attended 4 times a week, and seeing your family every day was healing in ways you didn't even know your heart could reach.
Filling the mornings and afternoons with everything you loved was important, but you knew better than to completely disregard the real issues at hand. So every night you'd go on a walk to the pretty park a few blocks from your childhood home, and meditate under the moon.
With the one airpod you had left, you'd let music shuffle and allow the lyrics to guide your thoughts. Some were a little to sad to bare, others were so on the nose you couldn't help but to listen over and over again while allowing the words to comfort you like a hug you've really been needing.
You and Steve were still friends and shared a playlist on your favorite music streaming app. Every night at the park you could see he was listening to sad music, and knew he could see you doing the same. Dramatic? Maybe. Were the sad melodies making you feel understood and less alone? Absolutely.
Eventually he got brave and while you sat under the moon and admired the stars, your headphones read the newest notification.
Steve Rogers added new song to playlist: Little Freak by Harry Styles.
You sighed, but against your better judgement you let the song play to understand what he was trying to say to you. Though the song was familiar to you, all this music was new to Steve. He loved listening to all your favorite artists and bonding over the modern music. The message was loud and clear when you heard it.
"I was thinking about who you are, your delicate point of view, I was think about you. I'm not worried about where you are or who you will go home too, I'm just thinking about you. I disrespected you, jumped in feet first and I landed too hard. Broken ankle, karma rules."
You knew deep down that you shouldn't give him the satisfaction of a response. He didn't deserve to be invading your sacred space, he knew how much music meant to you. But on the other hand, he deserved to know how much he hurt you. If he got to send you a message through song, you deserved to speak your mind too.
So you added a new song to the playlist as well. My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift.
"Even on my worst day, did I deserve babe, all the hell you gave me? Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you till my dying day. I didn't have it in myself to go with grace. You're the hero flying around saving face. If I'm dead to you why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed? Look at how my tears ricochet."
After that, your phone was silent and nothing else was added to your playlist. You could see he listened to the song, then once it was over he was no longer active on the app.
You'd usually let your mind really reflect on what happened and what you wanted going forward, but you found that Steve took up most of your thoughts, and what to do about your career always came second to him.
It seems like your Mom and Dad's advice always leaned towards joining the Avengers. But why wouldn't it? All they ever wanted for you was to find something you love and run as far as you could with it.
Jane would've preferred you leave the field completely. You knew the nature of your job left her in a permanent state of unease about your safety, but you always reassured her that you were in good hands so you'd be okay.
Nathan was a little more understanding that not everything was so black and white, so he played devils advocate for all sides, and of course Luca wanted you to join the Avengers.
Hearing all of their perspectives was helpful to see the bigger picture, but at the end of the day, only Jane and Nathan knew the extent of what happened. You kept the whole Steve and Bucky situation away from your parents for the same reason you kept it away from Luca, you didn't want to ruin the illusion of a superhero for them.
Also.... Your parents really didn't need to know the nitty gritty on your escapades with the winter soldier.
All good things came to an end, especially having your whole family under one roof. After a whole week together, Jane, Nathan, and Luca had to go home to get back to their own life, while your mom and dad left to go on a few day vacation they had planned months ago. So it left you, and the family dog, Rocket, you happily agreed to take care of in their absence.
It was actually kind've nice to have time to yourself. You filled the day with morning yoga, brunch with a friend, some journaling and therapy, and a much needed nap. As the sun went down, you threw a toy around the house to try and get Rocket's energy out but it didn't help much. So after you cooked and ate dinner, you grabbed a tennis ball and walked him a few blocks to the park.
Luckily he was allowed off leash, and there was one other dog there for a little while that took an immediate liking to him, so they ran around and tuckered each other out while you sat on the grass and watched.
Eventually his little friend left, so it left just the two of you, the tennis ball, and the twinkling stars above head.
As lame as it felt to admit, the small spotty brown dachshund filled your soul with so much joy that you couldn't wipe the smile off your face. Throwing the ball, and watching his little legs carry him so far, so fast with tiny little hops was definitely one of the cutest things you've seen in a while.
He was a brave and trusting little creature in most aspects of life, but when the rumble of an approaching motorcycle got a little too loud for his liking, Rocket came running back to your side with his tail between his legs.
Sitting by your side, you picked him up and held him close to your chest while speaking calming words to him that he definitely didn't understand. You pressed little kisses to his forehead, and he licked your cheek in return causing you to laugh.
Feeling a little annoyed that the motorcycle pulled into the parking area for the park you were occupying on your own, you stayed vigilant of your surroundings. Fully prepared to leave when the man got off the bike, you set Rocket down and started reaching for his leash before the dog started running towards the man who was now walking towards the both of you.
"Hey! Rocket, no!" You jumped up from your spot to chase after the irrationality fast weenie. Tail wagging, and happy wiggles took over his little body as he hopped up on his back two legs to greet the stranger. "I'm so sorry! He usually never does this, I don't know why he's... oh."
I'm front of you stood none other than Steve Rogers himself, looking delectable and cozy in a cute teal crewneck and some casual pants with sneakers on. You immediately had a billion and one questions, but he was very obviously taken by Rocket who was also very obviously taken by Steve. There was a serious love as first sight situation happening as Steve leaned down with a big smile on his face to say hi to the little dog.
"It's okay!" Steve giggled, squatting down to get closer to Rocket. "He soooo stinkin' cute!"
"What are you doing here?" You asked, feeling throughly confused, and immediately feeling a little defensive and protective.
When he looked up at you, your arms crossed over your chest as a form of self soothing. It had been so long since you felt this uncomfortable energy, and having it ripple through your body once more felt like reconnecting with an old friend.
"Oh, I was just in the area." Steve said sarcastically, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.
"Right." You agreed. "Casually in the area two hours away from home... on a motorcycle?"
"An hour and 45 minutes is only an hour and 20 on a bike." Steve noted with a shy smile.
"And how did you know that this area you so happened to be in was the same place I was, even though I never told anyone where I was?" You tilted your head to the side.
"Oh, it's easy. A little birdie told me." Steve noted.
"What was the bird's name?"
"That's not important." He denied, still smiling at the dog but standing to his full height.
"I don't know, feels kind've important to me." You hated that you had to hold back a smile as you looked at him. And you hated even more that you couldn't stop thinking about how stupidly cute he looked with helmet hair and a cozy crewneck on.
"Do you want to sit and chat?" Steve asked, suddenly seeming nervous. "...if not that's fine we can talk a different time if you want."
"You came all this way just to talk?" You questioned.
Steve swallowed nervously as he nodded.
“You could've called me." You challenged.
"Sometimes I think the old fashioned way of doing things is better." He shrugged. "...Also you blocked my phone number after work hours."
You sighed and pointed to your blanket on the grass. "Sit."
He quickly nodded and obeyed your orders. He sat first, and you sat next to him, Rocket trailed behind with the tennis ball in his mouth before happily handing it to Steve.
"Who is this little guy?" Steve asked, throwing the ball for him.
"Rocket"
"Like the raccoon?"
“No, he's my parent's dog. They just thought the name suited him. But they're out of town for the next 3 days so he's mine until then." You explained.
"I heard you spent some time with your family. You look a lot happier, do you feel better?"
"So Jane was the birdie who told you where I was." You noted.
"Will not confirm nor deny."
"Mmm" you hummed, reading between the lines. "Yes, it was very nice spending time with people who love me. I do feel a lot better, but it's going to take a lot longer than a week to heal from everything that happened."
"Of course it will, but all that matters is that it's getting a little better everyday." Steve noted. "I don't know if this helps, but I think I put the fear of the devil into Harvey and all his friends. Should you choose to come back, I don't think they would be an issue for you anymore."
"Do I even want to know what you did to them?" You asked.
"I don't think the details really matter too much right now." Steve shrugged once more.
A very uncomfortable silence fell over the two of you, so you threw the ball for Rocket this time.
"Would you like to talk about the hard stuff?" Steve raised.
"Can't we just talk about the weather?" You complained, dreading the inevitable.
"It's pretty chilly out tonight." Steve noted. "You're not cold?"
"Nope." You exaggerated the P at the end of the word.
"Good chat." Steve giggled at the astronomical amount of discomfort and awkwardness you were exuding. "This is never going to get better if we don't talk about it."
"I haven't cried in a few days." You told him. "I'm dreading losing my streak."
"Crying is healthy, and so is expressing emotions." Steve told you. "For example, I really missed you and I've been worried about you for a while now, so I'm here to express that."
"Oh, so you weren't just in the area?" You questioned.
"I took my motorcycle to get to you as fast as I could, because I waited a whole week and every single day that passed by without me giving you a much needed apology was killing me slowly with an amount of guilt I didn't even know was possible for a human being to feel. So no, I was absolutely nowhere near the area."
"Was that the apology?"
"No." Steve denied. "I'm really sorry for everything that's happened. I feel like every interaction I've had with you this past month has been a really bad reflection of my character. I should've went about the whole situation with a lot more logic and understanding, and I should've just listened to you and Bucky before letting anger get the best of me. It wasn't fair to you."
Your eyes stayed fixed on Rocket as he hopped around the grass, he watched you slowly nod while processing his words. "I never meant to hurt your feelings, and if I knew back then what I knew now, Bucky and I would've never..."
"I know." Steve saved you from having to finish that statement. "And our last training was just... completely unacceptable. I wish there was a logical explanation as to why I was so upset that day. Quite honestly, every time I even start to think about it I feel just horribly embarrassed and completely mortified. I'm sorry for not listening to you and telling you that I didn't care. I'm sorry for scaring you and completely breaking your trust. Most importantly I'm really fucking sorry for hurting you. I should've listened better and walked you to medical the second you said something, and the fact that I only made it worse has kept me awake every night since it happened."
"Bucky said you were having a tough few days." You noted.
"It doesn't matter." Steve declined. "I need to do better than that, and I will. You were having some really hard days too, but you never used it as a reason to treat me like shit."
“I was pretty shitty to you."
"But within reason."
"I told you to ignore my existence, called you some not so nice names, yelled at you a few times..."
"Because I pushed you to that level of anger."
"The fact of the matter is that you felt that way because you felt disregarded and disrespected by Bucky and I, and for that, I'm sorry too." You apologized. "I know you weren't interested in hearing me out before when this all happened, and at the time none of the words really came out right. So if you're open to it, I feel like I'd really like a chance to explain the choices I made."
"Of course." Steve practically whispered with a subtle nod, throwing the ball once more for the dog. "But don't feel obligated to. I don't think I would've come all this way if I hadn't already forgiven you."
"This is never going to get better if we don't talk about it." You used his own words against him.
"Ah, so you do think we could make it better?" Steve asked.
"Why wouldn't I want it to get better?"
Steve sighed. "You made it pretty clear in a few different ways that you didn't want me as a friend or even around you at all anymore. A big part of me was expecting you to turn me away for good when I showed up here."
"Oh... sorry." You mumbled sadly, suddenly feeling bad about all the words you shouted at him out of pure, hot red anger.
"S'okay."
"Growing up, I was never really the center of attention for anything. I was never good at anything, I got straight B's in school, I had 2 friends at most. Even as I got older and went through high school I wasn't paid much attention to. I never had a boyfriend, I struggled a lot to make friends, once I even went to my teacher to ask him a question 4 months into senior year and he thought I was a new student even though I had been sitting in the second row of his class every single day."
"...yikes." Steve cringed.
"Yikes is right." You agreed. "I never thought I would exceed at anything at all in life. My big plans were finding a 5-9 desk job to make ends meet then just keep going until I didn't have to anymore. Then I discovered the joy of helping people, realized maybe I'm not all that bad at it, and before I knew it I was at Shield. Then all of the sudden I went from never getting much attention my entire life, to having all eyes on me at all times. I was being held to impossibly high standards, the boys wouldn't leave me alone, it felt like regardless of where I was in the building, there was this big huge spotlight on me."
Rocket had finally gotten too tired to play with his ball, so he came back to you and Steve, and laid down right next to Steve's leg. "Even I was hearing about you before you had made it to high enough ranks to work with me."
"Getting no male attention your whole life will kind've mess you up a bit, but going from no male attention to getting thrown into the compound where only a handful of other women work will mess you up a lot."
"Like throwing a zebra into a pack of lions."
"Even that feels like an understatement." You grinned. "Harvey was the first guy I met that didn't feel like he was going to eat me alive, so I stuck with him."
"He was your first boyfriend?" Steve asked, sounding genuinely appalled.
"He was my first everything." You admitted shyly. "I thought he was one of the good ones, like that one boy you waited your whole life for. But obviously I was stupid, and that turned out to be one of the bigger mistakes of my life."
"He's the stupid one, not you." Steve denied.
"When I met you and Bucky, it was a big breath of fresh air. You guys helped me realize that Harvey was bad for me, but at that point I was already convinced he would be the only guy who would ever be stupid enough to fall in love with me. So I stayed way longer than I should've, but in the meantime I felt like I had opened up to you and Bucky far more than I ever had to Harvey. We started training together and talking more, and at that point I felt like I had given you so much more of myself than I had ever given anyone else in my life. Which I know sounds odd, but we were having these really good conversations that made me feel really vulnerable but in a good way, and we had built so much trust and understanding of each other that I never had to question what your intentions were when you were around."
Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. That was the only word Steve could think of at the moment. How he felt, how he treated you, how he made you feel, he was an asshole.
"I'll spare you details, but after Harvey and I officially called it quits obviously I was really fucking sad. I wanted to see you, but you were away on a mission and I just needed to be with a friend so I went to Bucky's place instead. I had all of this new found freedom, paired with this gut wrenching feeling that I was going to be alone and unloved for the rest of my life, and a good friend in front of my face who was just so kind and gentle...things just happened. I wasn't the one to initiate, but I definitely didn't put a stop to it because for once it was really nice to feel wanted. We didn't even kiss or see each other naked, it felt like less of a big deal to me and far less vulnerable or intimate than most of the stunts and challenges I let you guide me through in training. Bucky and I weren't trying to be malicious and we had no bad intentions in our choice to not tell you, I was just afraid that you wouldn't understand and that you'd take it the wrong way. Which, with all due respect, you didn't understand and by the time I even got a chance to try to explain it to you, we were both so angry and defensive that none of the words would come out right."
Working up the courage to look at Steve to gauge any sort of emotional reaction from him, his face was full of remorse as his eyes stayed set on the dog as his hands gently pet his long body and scratched the top of his head.
You took the chance to take a deep breath and let your palm sink into the fluffy park grass, one last ditch effort to ground yourself before the getting into the hardest part of the conversation. "That fear of misunderstanding and miscommunication is exactly why you didn't tell me or Bucky or anyone for that matter that you liked me. And just like how the information about what Bucky and I did got to you in the wrong way at the wrong time, that information got to me in the very wrong way at the very wrong time. And just like you, I didn't understand, and I felt hurt and betrayed because of it."
You watched Steve's cheeks turn red before he hid his face in his hands and let out a groan, earning a little smile from you that he couldn't even see. "Can we just talk about the weather again?"
"Sure thing." You agreed. "I think I lied to you on accident, because now I am kind've cold."
"Wow I'll never forgive you." He joked dryly, mumbling into the palms of his hands.
"That's okay, we can add it to the list of dumb shit we gotta talk through." You giggled. "Well, seems like that covers the weather category again. Are you ready to come out of hiding?"
He peeked one eye out between his fingers. "No. I kind've wish the floor would swallow me whole right now."
"Wow, I didn't think that you had a weak spot, but I found it." You enthused.
Although it was at much too high a cost, seeing a genuine smile on your face for the first time in over a month was like a big breath of fresh air to Steve.
"I'm not covering my ears, I can still hear you perfectly fine. Please continue." He grumbled.
"Just to put you out of your misery and conclude that horrifically long sob story I just subjected you to..." You started. "I was only hurt in that moment because after fooling around with Bucky and getting the information that you liked me sprung on me, it felt like I had lost the only two people in the compound who didn't see me as or treat me like an object of some weird sexual fantasy. Part of me even felt mad and embarrassed at myself for believing that we could've been friends without you guys seeing me that way. Plus, I had all those people in the compound already saying the only reason I was getting so far in my career was because I was sleeping with you, and I so desperately didn't want them to be right. So, all of that being said, I'm sorry too, I should've never been so mean to you. I'm sorry that Bucky and I hurt you, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions and not letting you explain yourself while accusing you of things you'd never do."
"Like I said earlier, I already forgave you." Steve slowly let his hands fall from his face, cheeks still stained a pretty pink color.
"That doesn't mean you don't deserve an apology." You reminded him. "We both hurt each other, it's not fair for you to take all the blame."
"I feel like I'm going to throw up" Steve took a deep breath.
"Don't do that" you shook your head. "Please don't throw up."
"I hope you know that our friendship has always meant a lot to me, and absolutely none of it was a scheme to sleep with you." Steve braved through the hard part of the conversation he absolutely wished he never had to think about again.
"Yeah, I do now." You reassured him. "I'm sorry I said that."
"I really just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Steve explained. "Especially in an environment where you were already getting eaten alive. Plus I was your boss, and you had Harvey, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship... and, yeah, I dunno. It was just a mess. I didn't tell Bucky because I didn't want him to tell me to tell you. He figured it out on his own, by the way. Apparently my eyes twinkle too much, whatever that means."
"I'm not uncomfortable, and yeah, you do have really twinkly eyes." You grinned.
"I guess that's your fault" Steve jokingly sassed.
"Oh so now we're pointing fingers?" You took fake offense.
"From this point on, I'd really like it if everyone could just ignore the twinkle in my eyes so we can all get back to being friends like we were before." Steve said, giving you a really easy escape to officially denying him.
"But I think the twinkles are so pretty!" You enthused, giggling when you could practically see his heart drop.
"You shouldn't be saying things like that when you know I already feel like throwing up." Steve shook his head and clutched his stomach.
"But I mean it." You confirmed. "Knowing what I know now, why would we ever go back to being how we were before?"
Steve swallowed thickly, then his hands started exaggerated movements to further get his point across. "I'm trying to give you an easy way out of telling me you don't want me back in the same way."
"I understand, but that wouldn't be true." You giggled. "I do remember you stating very clearly that you aren't my boss anymore, am I remembering that correctly?"
"No, technically I'm not you b-" He rambled quietly.
"Do we think this would do anything to harm our sweet little Bucky boy?"
"No. He's been going out with Natasha and has been trying to get me to ask y-"
"You we're so kind as to cut me some deals, so I've got one for you too. Let's take some time to let everything settle and heal over, then when the time is right, we'll explore more of that little twinkle, alright?"
"Okay." Steve nodded wide eyed and enthusiastic.
"Yeah? Are you going to throw up?" You questioned with a smile.
"Maybe only a little bit." He continued nodding.
"I guess that's better than a lot-a-bit" you justified.
"So we're okay?" Steve asked, twinkly eyed and puppy dogged face.
"We're okay." You confirmed. "Can I give you a hug? You look like you really need it."
Steve opened his arms for you, and you both had to awkwardly lean over Rocket who was instantly stayed tucked next to his leg. Embracing him tightly, you realized just how badly you needed it too.
Both unwilling to let go for a little while, you took the time to appreciate his body heat that was a stark difference between the cold air outside.
"I'm sorry." Steve quietly apologized again.
"It's okay. I'm sorry too." You accepted. "I really missed you, Stevie."
"I missed you too, Bug. I've been so worried about you lately." One of his hands was very sweetly rubbing your back.
"Sorry." You sighed. "I've been trying my best."
"I know. That doesn't make me worry any less."
"I love you." You reminded him for the first time in a while.
Steve relaxed and let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding onto. "I love you more."
Although you could've hugged him forever, the two of you mutually unwrapped yourself from each other.
"How is your shoulder?" He questioned remorsefully.
"Oh, it's fine." You told him. "It feels so much better. I've been doing yoga all week and it's held up nicely."
"Good, that's good." He nodded. "And have you put any thought into what you're going to do about your job?"
"Everyone seems to want me to do something different." You sighed. "I've been coming here almost every night just to think about it. It's really nice that the sprinklers don't turn on at 10 pm."
“What do you want to do?"
"I think I know what I want, but I'm really scared of making the jump." You explained.
"I'm not here to talk you in or out of anything, I was just curious." Steve grinned. "You still have the rest of the week to think it through. But just know that I have no doubt in your ability to handle a big scary jump"
"I can usually only handle big scary jumps because most of the time, you're down at the bottom waiting to catch me." You admitted.
"Well regardless of what you choose, I'll still always be here for you." Steve reminded you sweetly. "I just hope you do what you think is best for you, and not what other people want you to do."
“That's the thing, I don't think I know what's good for me."
"Are you kidding me? You have great intuition." Steve said. "Your just need to gain back trust for that little voice in your head that's telling you what to do."
"The same voice that bullies me every day?!" You asked with a giggle. "Absolutely not, she gets no say in any of my choices nowadays."
Steve close lipped smiled at you, his dimples setting deep into his chiseled cheeks. "Then forget you even have a brain and listen to your heart."
"She's also been really problematic recently." You noted. "I don't like her very much right now."
His smile turned into a pout. "That sounds like a very tough thing to not like about yourself."
"Tell me about it." You agreed. "But we're working on it."
"Once again, I guess that's all that matters." Steve noted. "So you can't make a big decision with your heart or your head, and your shoulder is out of the question. We're running low on body parts."
"Maybe I'll let Rocket make the choice for me." You grinned at the sleepy dog.
"I think Rocket should be an Avenger... actually, I think Rocket should come home with me and be my dog instead." Steve smiled, petting the dog once more.
"My parents would hunt you down for sport if you ever took this dog." You giggled. "He's their favorite child."
"But I love him!" Steve pouted like a child. "He's just so fucking cute! Have you seen these ears?!"
"No pets allowed at the compound" You reminded him, nudging his arm. "Maybe that's all the more reason to quit."
“I think that's reason to break the rules, not to quit." Steve corrected.
"Captain America suggesting I break the rules?!" You questioned with a gasp.
"Am I not the same man who's whole career was founded off of breaking the law?" Steve questioned right back. "When have I ever followed the rules?"
"Wow, bad to the bone."
"That sounded sarcastic." He noted as his eyebrow raised in question.
"Me? Sarcastic? Never." You denied.
Rocket readjusted to get more comfortable, but crawled into the hole within Steve's crossed legs and curled up into a little ball in his lap, with his head resting on his thigh.
"Okay that's it." Steve declared, fists balling up to keep himself from unleashing his cuteness aggression on the creature in the form of hugging him so tight his eyes popped out of his head like a stress ball. "I can't take this anymore. How bad would your parents beat me up if I stole this dog? Because really, I think I could take the beating."
"I simply cannot express to you how much taking this dog away from my parents is not an option." You laughed at his question. "I think my Mom would run you over with her car."
"No way she would do that." Steve shook his head. "She was so nice when I met her!"
"She would not be nice if you stole her weenie." You pointed out.
"Come on, she gave me a hug. No mom that's giving out free hugs could ever hit me with a car."
"That's where you're wrong. Because any woman that has so much love for her kids would do anything to seek rightful justice if you did anything to fuck with them." You corrected him. "Even if she's five foot nothing, and you're Captain America. Don't mess with her baby."
“Oh no" Steve's eyes went wide.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh shit." He panicked. "Do your parents hate me?"
"No? Why would they hate you?" You questioned with a nervous laugh.
"Because I accidentally fucked with your Mom's baby and now she's going to do anything to seek rightful justice." Steve clutched the fabric of his sweater right over his chest. "The throw up is coming back."
"I didn't tell them anything about you or Bucky, other than that you didn't let me quit right in the spot." You explained. "They love you and all of the Avengers too much for me to ever ruin their perception of the people who make them feel safe."
"So why do they think you're here?" Steve asked.
"I only told them about Harvey and the general issues I'm having with all of the other agents."
"Your sister knows." He said. "She made a weird comment..."
"She always makes weird comments, that's just what makes Jane, Jane." You smiled. "Yes, she knows, but she likes you a lot. I think she even took your side, she's been advocating for you the whole time."
"She's going to tell your mom, and your mom is going to hunt me for sport."
"No she won't, and even if she does find out about it, she's a very rational person. As long as we're fine, she's fine." You explained. "Look I'll prove it to you, say cheese!"
Quickly taking your phone out of your pocket and pointing the camera at Steve and Rocket, he smiled and you snapped a picture. He watched you type away for a few moments.
You sent the picture in a group chat with your mom and dad, then immediately got a response.
"See! Look! I said, look who came by to hang out with your favorite child." You giggled at your screen, turning it towards him so show that you sent them the picture. "My mom responded and said omg, Dad is honored. We don't know who is cuter, Rocket or Captain Rogers."
"Okay now ask if I can steal the dog." His cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink.
"I thought the point was to make sure my mom liked you" You laughed, locking your phone and putting it on the grass besides you. "Trust that I'm doing you a favor."
"Fine, but I'm not happy about it." He joked.
"I didn't know you felt so passionately about wieners, Steven." You giggled.
"What can I say? There's nothing better than kicking back and playing with a wiener." He ran with your joke.
"A nice, long wiener."
"This is ridiculous" Steve's face scrunched up, earning more of your adorable laughter.
Like no time had passed, you and Steve sat and chatted away for a few hours. You could tell the comfortable conversation was helping him resolve his own internal guilt, so you were happy to stay and chat for as long as he needed. But selfishly, you missed him more than you ever wanted to admit to yourself.
His adorable smile and pretty pink cheeks lit up a part of your heart that you had felt so disconnected from for so long now. And as the night grew colder, and significantly later, he couldn't just ignore the occasional chills that would make you momentarily shiver. You kept ignoring them and playing them off just to spend more time with your sweet friend, but eventually you ended up tucked underneath his arm and snuggled up to his side for warmth while Rocket stayed glued to his lap.
There was little you could do to ignore how comfortable and familiar it felt to be sharing warmth with the soldier. By all means, both Steve and Bucky were touchy people on a normal day to day basis, plus all of the training you did with Steve made you very comfortable with his skin on yours.
But this was different. His head that nestled on top of yours that rested on his shoulder, his big hand on the top of you arm keeping you close and snug against him, paired the gentle and quiet volume in his voice wasn't just friendly.
His hold was apologetic, and almost regretful. It was reconnecting, and mending. You could feel all of his unspoken words seeping out from his warm body to into your cold one, and you wondered if he could feel the same thing happening to him through your timid hand resting between his shoulder blades.
Just based on his calm breaths, but still racing pulse that you could feel on his neck, you knew it was different for him too.
But it was a good different, a hopeful and very exciting different.
Much like your shivers that you ignored and played off, Steve was trying to mask his yawns. Unfortunately, this was something that you couldn't ignore. Especially when you pressed the button on your phone and the screen informed you that it was already 11:52pm.
"As sad as I am to have to put an end to this, it's already almost midnight and your crazy ass drove an hour and a half here on a motorcycle." You reminded him.
"I just got you back, I don't want to leave you again." He pouted.
"I don't want you to leave either, but I'd prefer if you got home safely." Your timid hand now gently rubbing short stripes on his back. "Or you can stay the night with me here if you'd like."
A sleepy grin overtook the sat pout. "Thank you, but once again I don't want your parents to hate me. Plus I have my stupid annual physical in the morning."
"My parents wouldn't hate you, they'd rather you be safe than drive home tired."
"I'm not that tired, I'll be okay." He reassured you. "And you can't come back to the compound?"
"No, I have to watch Rocket." You reminded him. "But I'll see you in a few days at least. I'll be back before the end of the week."
"Oh, you'll be back?" He raised an eyebrow, challenging your statement.
"To give my official resignation at the very least, or to move all of my stuff into the Avengers sector at the very most. Who's to say what's going to happen?" You giggled.
"Well, when you need help moving let me know. I know a couple guys that can lift a few thousand pounds at a time, it helps the process go by really fast." Steve egged you on.
"Uh huh, I'll keep that in mind." You rolled your eyes with a smile, and wrapped your other arm around his front to squeeze him in a sideways hug. "Thanks for coming all the way here. It was really nice getting to have a conversation with you, I really missed spending time together."
"Of course. Thank you for even giving me the chance to explain myself. If I were you, I don't know of I would be able to be that gracious." He squeezed your shoulder in appreciation.
"There isn't much I wouldn't do for you." You grinned.
"Oh yeah? What wouldn't you do?" Steve questioned with a chuckle.
"I won't let you steal my moms dog." You stated. "Which reminds me, I'm going to need that back."
"Okay, I guess you can have him back. " Steve smiled and picked up the little fur-ball from his lap and placed him on yours instead. "Thanks for letting me play with your wiener."
"Feel free to come back and play with my wiener anytime." You laughed at his joke, unwrapping yourself from him as he started standing up.
"What an incredible offer, thank you" Steve smiled, now standing over you and offering you his hand to help you up.
"Like I said, anytime." You playfully winked.
Quickly putting on Rockets leash, you set the dog on the grass and accepted Steve's hand. He pulled you up effortlessly and bent over to grab your blanket from the grass.
"How far away is your parents house?"  Steve questioned, subconsciously folding the blanket.
"About two blocks" You shrugged.
"Can I walk you guys home?" He asked, eyes twinkling once more as he shoved his hands in his front pockets to keep them warm.
"Absolutely not" You denied.
He was immediately pretending to be offended with a big gasp and hand whipped out of his pocket and over his heart. "Ma'am, it is pitch black out here and it's already midnight."
You laughed at his response. "Sir, it's pitch black and midnight. Your motorcycle is right there. I'm not letting you walk me two blocks in a neighborhood I'm familiar with because that means you'll have to walk another two blocks back here all by yourself somewhere you've never been. Logistically it makes no sense."
Steve puffed and furrowed his eyebrows. "What if some creepy dude comes and tries to mess with you? Huh? Then what?"
"Then I use all my big and scary self defense moves that Captain America taught me." You answered. "Also, do you not see this big scary guard dog? Nobody is going to fuck with me."
His pout deepened. "What if you start walking home and some dude on a motorcycle follows you all the way home?"
"Is that what's going to happen?" You giggled at his question.
"If you keep saying you're not going to let me walk you home then maybe it will." Steve shrugged.
"I've been walking by myself this late every single night for a week now." You told him. "It's always been fine, it'll be fine again."
"Now you're just trying to give me a heart attack." Steve deadpanned, earning your laugh once again.
"So I'm a good enough fighter to be an Avenger, but not good enough to walk to my parents house by myself?" You asked.
"Yes, exactly!" Steve enthused. "So glad we could have this conversation to clear that up, come one let's get you home."
His arm linked around yours and he started walking. "I think you're absolutely out of your mind, but I appreciate you nonetheless."
Looking up at his face just in time, you caught his smile. "The second half of that statement is really the only part that matters to me."
Your steps synched up with his, and Rocket walked ahead of the two of you. "Hey, Stevie?"
"Hmm?"
"If you actually want to get me home, we should be walking in the complete opposite direction" You grinned.
Steve stopped and laughed. "Okay, you lead the way."
You did eventually make it home, and only when you stood on the door step did Steve let your arms disconnect.
"Look we made it here and nobody died!" You enthused. "Do you remember how to get back?"
"Of course I do" Steve giggled at your question. "It wasn't even two full blocks."
"Just making sure" you raised your hands in defense. "Are you sure you don't want to stay?"
"I would if I could." His thankful grin showed off the shallow dimples in his cheeks. "See you soon?"
"In a few days" you nodded in confirmation.
He stuck his arms out for one last hug, and you accepted happily. After he let go of you, he bent down to say bye to Rocket.
"Drive save! Text me when you get home." You told him.
Steve's face scrunched up for a second, causing you to look at him in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
"You blocked my phone number" He reminded you with a loud whisper.
"I'll unblock it, but text me when you get home" You giggled.
"Okay great!" Steve smiled big and did a little happy dance. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight, love you!"
"Love you more!" He waved as he walked down the driveway.
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ronearoundblindly · 2 years
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Walk It Off (1)
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I Can’t Help (beginning of Fools Rush In series)
A Steve/Reader tale of tiptoeing around fate and the anxiety that comes with something new.
Warnings: honestly, not many, Reader has minor injuries and no gory details. Awkward conversations and therapy are involved, but mostly, they are just cute. See the whole thing on Ao3.
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It’s dark and silent.
Except it’s not silent. Everything is muddled like you’re underwater, and it isn’t dark. Everything is just out of focus. There’s some irregular thumps in the muddled sounds. Someone’s talking, but their face…
Blond hair. Strong jaw. Blue eyes. You know him, know of him, but that doesn’t lessen your confusion. Why is Captain America talking to you? What’s he saying?
You can tell it should be words by the way his mouth moves as he looks down over and over then back up to your face, but the muddling gives way to a ringing so high and sharp that you have to squint to see. You feel sick. You can’t remember why.
You turn to look around through the thin slits of your eyelids. People are strewn across the grass, some laying prone, some sitting, maybe half a dozen, and a smaller figure in black darts between them. This is what triage looks like, you know that, but the ringing is slowing your thoughts, blocking you from figuring out why.
“They’re on their way. Help is coming.”
Your eyes return to Cap, who gently holds the side of your face to keep you focused on him. He points down to your hand before taking the heavily splinted and bound appendage and pressing it to your chest. He tells you to hold it while he finds blankets. You just keep blinking.
The ringing becomes a squeal, and your eyes adjust. You can see the quinjet touched down in this unfamiliar field, a gaping, two-foot wide hole in the side of the cargo bay where it was hit.
A surge of alarm has you standing immediately, walking over to the ramp’s edge to see your lab team’s supplies falling out of containers everywhere. Your breath is rapidly burning through your aching lungs.
“Hey,” Cap calls from the bottom of the ramp. “It’s ok. You’re ok. What’s your name? The ambulances are pulling in.” His hands are up as if you threaten him with your panic.
You’re deep in the belly of the jet now, bandaged hand reaching for the hole as if your touch can trigger the memory or, perhaps, reverse the events themselves. Only the former comes true.
“Where’s Norm?” You know damn well where Norm is, or, at least, you know what happened. You would need to calculate where his body landed if it’s in one piece. You can’t think of it as a he right now. He has three kids. He gave you this job. He can’t be gone. “Where is Norm,” you scream at the soldier coming toward you.
The pain is starting to kick in, and you clutch your bandaged hand to your chest, like that will help, like that will make Cap give you space. Since you can’t throw your arms out, you throw a kick out with a ‘no’ and back farther away. “It can’t be him” bubbles out of your throat amidst tortured breaths.
Cap has stopped advancing, hands back up to show you he’s harmless. Except he’s not harmless. When the unexpected shell hit the side of the jet, Norm was sucked out instantly, and though you grabbed for him, Cap tossed his shield to crudely seal the breach, pinning your hand against the edge, one side shredded metal and wire, one side smooth.
They never would have even brought the lab team if this sampling and testing weren’t time sensitive. Norm cherry-picked the team, and you’d all hauled off in the jet within twenty-five minutes of getting the call. He called you five his ‘dream team,’ said he’d recommend all of you for bonuses to Dr. Banner himself, said he might even pay for a round of drinks if Clarence promised not to order that one cocktail that made Norm sick on Labor Day last year.
And then Norm was gone and your hand was trashed and you don’t want to understand. You back away from Cap, pacing by the cockpit chairs.  You let your eyes fall to the grated floor, willing yourself to think of anything other than the throbbing of your arm but failing to think of anything else.
You turned around at some point, and a puncture through your shirt sleeve tells you you’ve lost all your battles. Then it really is dark and silent for a while.
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You can’t fit your cast through sleeves, so you have to wear a slinkier version of a black dress than you’d like to Norm’s funeral. You drape a black cardigan over your shoulders and tell yourself you deserve to shiver the whole time. It’s the least you could do to make up for being alive when Norm isn’t.
They took you off the project, the whole ‘dream team,’ and told you to rest. Three of the five have already put in for transfers. You haven’t thought much about it or anything at all.
Norm’s youngest, Felicity, makes rounds to get people to play with her and finds solace in using the flat perch of dress fabric taut across your lap as a stage for her dolls. It’s something to think about even if you mostly just watch. You keep forgetting to keep your cast off your lap to leave space for her figurines, and one particular toss up of the arm knocks the cardigan off your shoulders. Pooled behind you on the carpet, it’s impossible for you to reach without destroying Felicity’s fantasy world, so you decide to smile and shiver. You catch her mother’s eye from across the room and put up your good hand to stop her from rushing to get her kid. The girl not only gives you a reason to sit, but you don’t have to rehash anything with adults for as long as you can keep the little story-teller happy.
Your cardigan slides back over your shoulders.
Steve Rogers steps around the bench and squats down to say hi to Felicity, asking about her toys. Your eyes are glued to your lap while she babbles off the whole drama excitedly. She gives him one of the figures to hold and delves back into voicing all the characters as her scene unfolds.
Steve puts a hand on your knee and drags a large, heavy thumb over the bend. Very quietly he asks how you are while moving the thumb again. You’ve been so chilly for hours that the warmth of his palm is near searing, and though your shoulders slump down in released tension, you can’t say anything genuine with Felicity right there.
“Fine,” you say, and he returns the most knowing blue gaze you’ve ever seen.
The damn cardigan tries to slip again because you’re slouching forward. You rush to grab one side and flail while picking which arm to reach with, huffing in frustration. It’s so stupid that the prickling behind your eye chooses this moment to show up.
“It’s fine,” you try again with eyes pinched shut and a corner of fabric clasped in one fist, but you hear the break at the end. The shame of, well, everything adds to the tears, and a few fall on your lap. If you cry too much, you’ll die of hypothermia in this wet, sleeveless dress. They might have a spare box in the building to toss you into, worst case. You’re already dressed for the occasion.
A humorless snort escapes you as you feel warm fingers slide over your shoulder and neck.
“May I?”
Steve’s eyes are as searing as his touch, but you nod, mumbling something about how you never realized buttons would be harder than calculus at some point in your life. He doesn’t make any reference to the tears steadily rolling down to your chin. Once he’s secured the top button at your neck, you bend to tap your chin there and soak up the wet.
You whisper, “I’m fine,” and you both act like it isn’t a lie, exchanging fake smiles until someone calls Cap over and Felicity gripes that you aren’t listening.
He firmly holds your shoulder before dismissing himself. You return to Felicity with a “yes, ma’am, I’m here. But how will the Princess escape the cave troll?”
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You’re a star employee while your hand heals, spending extra hours making up for your slow data entry. Banner seems impressed with your work ethic, and you’ll be damned before anyone so much as suggests you can’t keep up, or that you should take time off, or that your under-eye makeup is a bit heavy.
The truth is you can’t stand being home, so you relish those extra hours at the Avengers building because you aren’t entirely alone at any given moment. Once the work is done for the day, you take to very, very long walks in the communal gym. You’re doing healthy exercise—the best exercise you can do one-handed anyway—so no one argues.
You think no one even notices until there’s a tap at your car window one morning. You slept there, right there in the front seat overnight, and your legs hate you for it.
Gracie, a fellow lab tech who was transferred to your team once the others left, asks all sort of concerned questions that you don’t want to answer, so you make up anything to get her to leave you to spruce up before walking back into the building.
You’re convinced you dodged a huge bullet until a meeting pops up on your work calendar in a part of the building where there are definitely no labs. If you asks others about it, you might make it obvious why you are being forced to some sort of mandatory review on short notice, a situation that shrieks ‘pink-slip’ if you’d ever heard it out of context.
This part of the facility is quiet, and it’s not offices or conference rooms. They’re rotating spaces, training rooms that can be adapted for powers or endurance courses, and for a split-second you consider that maybe you’re just being called in to do a technical assessment of someone new.
No such luck.
It’s a circle of chairs around no table with over a dozen men and one other woman seated. That prickling comes back behind your eyes, but the feeling is distinctly rage. If you had just gone home, or even just moved your car to anywhere not on the property, no one would know anything. That’s what you tell yourself as you find a seat. You don’t know whether to be happy or sad that none of the faces are familiar save for one: Steve Rogers.
The other woman nods at you in solidarity though, so that’s something to comfort you as you quietly control your breathing.
Steve—the Captain, you’re not sure how to think of him in civilian clothing and while projecting your anger onto him—starts by reminding everyone that all of the people in the room have the same clearance level and what’s discussed is entirely confidential. From what you can gather, the group is a revolving door of traumatized employees, and you don’t know why that makes your blood boil. You just know that you are crawling out of your skin pissed by the time Captain Judgment invites you to speak.
You take a deep breath and smother the small voice telling you not to do the thing you’re about to do. You’re too angry to listen.
Completely deadpan, you meet the other woman’s eye, and then scoot forward on your chair, mansplaying your legs for effect, a touch annoyed that you don’t wear skirts to work as a rule.
“Well, it’s been a very heavy flow for me this month, so if you wanna hear all about that, I can certainly elaborate.”
The woman bursts into laughter as several snorts, coughs, and chokes of everything from disgust to pride roll around the circle. Cap has to settle everyone and tells the other woman, Geeta, to sit down when she comes over to high-five you. She’s wiping away a tear while her laughter subsides, and you’re wearing the first genuine smile you’ve had in months. Cap still gives you a side eye of disapproval and begrudgingly moves on.
You’re shaking a little with nerves but feel it was worth it. You’ve earned not talking for the rest of the session and get to leave without incident.
However, three times a week, meetings show up on your calendar. You ease in a little bit, but the more stories the others share, the worse you feel for having any trouble at all. You weren’t in a battle. Your hand is entirely healed. Comparatively, you really are fine and shouldn’t be belittling the real losses the other people have endured. It’s probably not the point you were supposed to take away, but you adjust to going home on time after work (mostly) and stay there during your time off. You guiltily return to your life, but you’re not getting any enjoyment out of it.
Captain Rogers does not lead every meeting, which makes your stomach twist and flip a certain way because you don’t know if it’s easier to share and make progress without him or if you’re disappointed he can’t see it, but one meeting takes you by surprise. Gone is the circle of chairs. People are set up with clipboards and tables all over the giant space.
Art therapy is not something that specifically appeals to you, but you stride over to the Captain bent over a sketchpad. He sweeps an arm toward a long table set up with acrylics, watercolors, and chalks, asking you to pick a medium.
Suddenly, you feel very exposed and nervous. “I’m more of a…a writer,” you squeak out in order to hide the confession from the others, but you’re not sure why.
After quickly looking around, Cap hands you a clipboard, rips a few pages out of his own sketchpad, and holds up a well-loved tin of drawing pencils. You bite your lip, thinking it’s a bit of a travesty to burn through nice graphite for your therapeutic scribbles but pick out the sharp F pencil in the exact middle of the set. There’s a slight twinkle in his eye, approving of your choice, and Cap returns the tin to his own side. Almost all of the pencils are over half used. Are they his personal set, too?
You take up a seat looking out the wall of windows and fiddle, hesitantly putting the tip to the thick paper. Seconds pass before you finally write the letter ‘i’ at the top. Sometimes you find breaking the white of the screen or page evaporates the formality of the thing, and today it works.
I am not broken. I am not as broken. When all the others around you are nestled in piles of hundreds of pieces and you are simply cracked in two with a tiny corner missing, that does not count as broken. I don’t get to be in that category. I can’t be. It’s not fair to sit chipped and holding water while others crumble. I can’t complain. I am not broken.
You go on like this for what seems like five seconds and hours all at once. Somehow you’ve managed to fill front and back of three pages of paper, and you aren’t even sure what’s written on them beyond what you would categorize as ‘whining.’ You’ve run out of paper.
When you look up, you see Cap’s reflection in the window, approaching slowly with a soft, placid look, one distant enough to make you think he’s still planning his own project on his paper across the room. He pulls up a chair not too close to you and extends the open tin in your direction. The once sharp tip is eroded to the wood, and you mutter an apology as it tinks back in its middle spot.
His eyes dart down to your pages. “How’s it feel?” His voice is so smooth that you feel prickled in opposition, like you can’t equal whatever he offers.
Whatever strange energy possessed you for however long you’d been there pushes you to hold out your work to him. Your chest clenches in anticipation, and you have to fight not to rip them back just before his fingers touch the surface.
He’s polite and remains looking you in the eye for a moment as an acknowledgement of this trust you’re showing before he finally looks down. His glance is cursory. Guaranteed he only read a few lines, and then his eyes are back on you, flashing a smile.
“Mostly matters how you feel now.”
You shrug. “Well, I feel like a fucking imposter. Sorry,” you correct the foul quickly and whisper over your shoulder, “but I’m not on this level…” Your voice tapers off because there is no one else left in the room. When did they all leave? Seriously, what time is it?
Cap is still patient as he hands back your pages. “You didn’t sign up for what happened on the jet.”
You aren’t sure why you insist on correcting him as if the beast of a man in front of you can really be taken down a few pegs with whatever defiance you can muster, but your brain seems unwilling to let you try anything else. “Us peons know what you do for us, ok? We may not know all of it, but we know you get hurt and you lose people and you see death a lot. Excuse me for thinking it’s respectful to not flip out at one iota of your—“ the last word gets stuck in your throat when Cap sits up to his full height “—suffering.”
Why couldn’t you have broken your jaw in that plane? It would have been more effective and less embarrassing. Does that thought stop you? No. No, it does not.
“I get paid for this. I didn’t volunteer to be put in danger, but I know what most of the people in this building do for me and my safety. So, yes, I find it sad and pathetic that I sit in this room like their colleague who really gets it and then go home and have nightmares that scare me shitless where—BOOHOO—I’m still alive at the end of them!”
You’re standing, and you’re not sure when that happened. Cap stares up at you with clear blue eyes and that knowing look. You’re not sure whether to feel heard or tiny. Gumption drains out of you, replaced by vacant emptiness. You muse that it’s better than terror at least.
Finally, Cap stands from his chair and opens his arms. You’re startled by the gesture momentarily, quickly looking around a room you know is empty as if you need permission to touch Captain America. He’s offering, so you tentatively step forward and encircle his (rather fucking thin) waist with your hands while his arms cross over your back.
It’s a very soft, simple hug at first. He’s just as warm when you aren’t shivering cold, apparently, and your grip adjusts instinctively when you shift to press your cheek to him. He takes it as a sign to gently squeeze back.
It occurs to you that he probably deserves human contact more than you do, so you sigh and say, “you can really hug me, ya know? I don’t think you’ll actually break me.”
His small grunt is confused.
“You’re very strong, right?” You squeeze close to as hard as you can. “I can take it, Cap.”
You’re pretty sure you made it weird again. A count of two passes before it’s like a weighted blanket falls onto your shoulders, a pressure on just the right side of punishing that soothes as much as it stifles.
“Steve,” you feel him say through his chest more than hearing it, “my name is Steve.”
“Of course, Captain Rogers. Whatever you say.” He probably feels your smile through his bicep more than through your words, but for emphasis you squeeze a little harder and make a straining noise as if trying to lift him.
He presses against you in a stunted laugh before his chest deflates again. “I’m sorry about your hand,” he adds solemnly, lifting his arms and releasing you back to the tepid, open air. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Oh, no problem,” you shrug, flexing your healed fingers, “I was…am a shit writer anyway. Good excuse for a while.” Fiddling with your crimped pages, you can feel his distaste for self-deprecation even without looking at him.
“That’s not the hand you write with,” he says simply, glancing down.
You suck in air sarcastically. “Oh, Detective Steve, are we? Don’t kill my fantasy, man.” What is this bold blather that keeps falling out of your mouth around him?
“Never,” he breathes. He meets your eyes for a brief blue flash before looking out the window at the budding trees.
You wonder if that’s what he was drawing. Seasons. Lots to see. And then you’re lost staring for a bit until he looks back solidly at you. The gaze is open and inviting, but you’re stone, thoughts churning cement. He’s doing that thing where he waits in silence for you to correctly respond, or in this case, earnestly respond.
“But I feel…” Your lips warp around the words you want to say and want to mean, sure he’ll sniff out another lie. “I actually do feel a little better. Thank you.”
It still sounds pathetic to you; you showed up to detention and wrote some lines. Then you got a hug and are all fixed. Problem solved. You don’t want to be so readable, so easy, but Steve just takes your words and walks off.
He turns back halfway to the art supply table to say, “see ya later,” with a lighter smile than before, a mirror of readable, easy honesty, and you leave.
No more meetings show up on your calendar, but you notice when finally pulling the pages out of your bag one day that the faint smell of Steve, heavy and warm, lingers on the light, cool papers.
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ladyvillainous · 1 year
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Steve Rogers – The Snap
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AU fic set after civil war through to Infinity war, inclusion of my own character Jen.
Description
Steve didn’t met Jen until after the accords were signed and the avengers divided, when Thanos attacks neither knows if the other survived
Warnings
NSFW Smut, the snap (it was traumatic to watch so I feel it deserves to be labelled as a warning)
Word Count: 7050
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Jen paced back and forth staring at the phone in her hand willing it to ring.
It must be bad whatever was going on Steve would never leave her to worry when he was away unexpectedly on a mission. Even if he couldn’t physically contact her, Sam or Nat would let her know they were ok in his stead. She stopped pacing for a moment her hand absentmindedly drifting to her stomach, he’d been back less than three days this time.
 ***
 Jen rounded the corner breathing hard a stitch in her side as she pounded down the pavement in time to the beat of the music in her ears.
Finally reaching her front gate she leant on her fence stretching out her sore muscles, her skin prickled as she belatedly realised she was being watched.
Snapping her eyes round to her front porch her face broke into a wide grin “Nat!” She screeched leaping over her gate and bolting into the blonde’s outstretched arms “Oh my god it’s so good to see you, what are you doing here?” Jen asked pulling back to look into her friend’s face.
It was Sam who answered standing up from the chair on her porch “We were cheekily hoping for a comfortable bed and maybe a home cooked meal” he laughed as she leapt at him wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tight.
“Well someone’s pleased to see us” a deep familiar voice rumbled behind her.
Sam winked and released her so she could bolt into the open arms of the super soldier “About damn time you made it home Stevie” she grumbled against his chest.
He’d been gone for nearly three months this time, though she hadn’t seen the others for at least five.
“You know I don’t stay away because I want to” he whispered against the top of her head as he dropped a sweet kiss on her forehead.
Looking up at the man she loved she noticed the tiredness in his eyes, the slightly unkempt look to his hair and the state of his newly acquired beard. Twisting to look at the others properly she saw Sam sway slightly before he leant back against the railings, noting the grimy film to his battered uniform. Natasha ruffled up her hair pushing it behind her ears giving her a wan smile that didn’t reach her eyes, Jen raked her eyes down the assassins worn suit, the badly patched rips standing out starkly, she woman could do many things back sewing was not one of them.
“You guys look dead on your feet, how long have you been on the move this time?” Jen asked the group as a whole.
Steve sighed and pulled her closer to him “About 27 hours I think”
Natasha looked at her watch “Make that 29 hours and 17 minutes”
“Is that all?” Sam grumbled.
Right Jen declared pushing backwards out of Steve’s arms “All of you need showers, I’ll make you some breakfast and then bed, no arguments”
Nat held up her hands “No energy to argue, besides that sounds amazing, any chance of some of your delicious French toast?”
Jen laughed “For you, anything” she joked shooing them all inside.
Once she’d located enough towels Jen flipped the booster for the hot water, sending Nat to her bedroom to use her shower. Sam she directed to the main bathroom, letting them both know there was spare clothes for them in the bedrooms they usually used when they stopped by.
Steve stayed downstairs with Jen helping her with breakfast which basically meant getting in her way while cuddling her at every opportunity.
Jen sighed as his arms slipped around her waist once again while chopping fruit “Not to complain Stevie but you’ll get breakfast much quicker if you leave me too it”
“Not Hungry anyway” he mumbled against her shoulder, tightening his arms around her slightly.
Jen smiled, concentrating on the task at hand, finally popping the tray of food under the grill she was able to turn and drift happily back into Steve’s arms, sighing contentedly into his chest.
“How long will you be staying this time?” she asked quietly.
“Don’t know” he sighed tiredly “Maybe a while this time. There’s not as much heat these days we might be able to stop moving around so much”
Daring to hope Jen looked up into his beautiful blue eyes “Stay here with me Steve?” she asked, reaching up to cup his cheek with her hand.
He turned his head placing a gentle kiss against her palm before lowering his head to capture her lips in a slow sensual kiss that scorched her soul, God how she loved this man.
A discreet cough sounded from the hallway, breaking the kiss Jen looked round into the quietly amused eyes of Sam and Nat hovering by the stairs, she smiled apologetically.
“Sorry to interrupt guys but the smell is driving us wild, is the food ready?”
Jen twisted in Steve’s arms to look into the oven “Yes it is, grab a seat and I’ll serve”
Shooing Steve to the table Jen retrieved breakfast, dishing up quickly and setting over loaded plates in front of the tired superheroes, who immediately tucked in with the inhuman enthusiasm of someone who hasn’t eaten for a few days.
“Geez guys at least chew, I don’t want to have to heimlich a cherry out of one of you” Jen grimaced. Vague mumbles in acknowledgement was all she got in response, but they also slowed up slightly to her relief.
Once breakfast was done, Jen directed them back to bedrooms with instructions to sleep and not to worry if she wasn’t there when they woke up, she was going to run into town and get supplies.
Sam and Steve nodded in response heading for the stairs the latter of the two dropping a chaste kiss on her cheek as he passed.
Nat followed Jen back into the kitchen with her plate “Oh Nat thank you, but you don’t have to, go get some sleep”
She dropped her plate on the side and retrieved a long plastic item from the pocket of her borrowed hoodie “I found this in the bathroom, I thought you’d probably want to tell Steve yourself rather than let him find it”
Jen turned slowly realising what Nat was holding out to her “Thanks” she whispered, looking up into the bright eyes of her friend.
Nat smiled turning to lean against the counter “I’m so pleased for you both, Steve will be thrilled”
Jen shook her head “Will he? it’s not like we’ve ever talked about this, it’s hardly an ideal situation”
“Nothing’s ever perfect, but the kid will have 2 loving parents, it could be worse” Nat shrugged.
Jen chewed her bottom lip nervously “Maybe”
Nat stepped forward enfolding the brunette into a comforting hug “Just tell him, what’s the worst that could happen? she whispered.
Smiling reassuringly, she left the kitchen in search of her bed.
***
Jen made it home around lunchtime her car laden with supplies, putting away the groceries she crept around the house not wanting to wake anyone as she retrieved their soiled clothes, taking them to the Laundry room.
Inspecting Black Widow’s leather jacket she took in the sheer amount of rips and running repairs, as Jen suspected it was beyond saving so she tossed it, having bought a replacement while she was out. Thankfully they had a good military surplus shop the next town over, so she was able to get most of what they needed in terms of tactical gear.
Moving back to the kitchen Jen set about stocking the backpacks she’d bought at the surplus store with gear and food ration packs. She did this every time they came by, she knew it wouldn’t last long but she liked to do whatever she could to help ensure their survival.
Several hours later as she crammed the last of the supplies into the bulky bags Nat and Sam appeared in the kitchen looking in much better shape than first thing this morning.
Sam smiled when he saw what Jen was up to “You know you’re an Angel right?” He chuckled.
Jen rolled her eyes “Hardly, though I did pick up extra of the chocolate pudding packs you like”
Throwing his hands up as if praying to the heavens he announced to the room “You’re not an angel you’re a goddess”
Nat laughed at his antics “Come on Bird Brain, we’re going to go check over the Quinjet, give our saviour a little alone time with her man” she winked at Jen from across the room.
“Thanks Nat” Jen laughed as the assassin dragged the grumbling soldier out the door “Think I heard the shower turn on a second ago… go get him tiger” Nat called over her shoulder as she shut the door behind them.
Heading upstairs Jen entered her bedroom hearing the shower was on as Nat had suggested, deciding to surprise Steve in the shower, they could talk afterwards.
Tiptoeing into the bathroom Jen leant against the doorframe for a moment to drink in the sight of Captain America in all his glory in her shower. It was a generous sized double shower cubicle for the average person but somehow Steve managed to make it look tiny with his hulking form.
Jen was transfixed watching the water run down his back and over that delectable ass, as he turned she stated thinking she’d been caught staring but Steve had his eyes firmly closed a look of pure bliss on his face as he sluiced the weight of the last couple of months from his shoulders.
Biting her lip Jen continued to voyeuristically survey the god in front of her eyes lingering on his abdominal muscles before drifting lower.
“Do you intend to continue to stare at me or will you be joining me before the water runs cold”
Steve’s voice broker her from her reverie, a slight blush already building on her cheeks as she raised her guilty eyes to meet Steve’s amused baby blues.
Recovering herself Jen smirked at the super soldier “It’s quite a view I’ve got here Steve, maybe I will just watch”
Steve chuckled over the sound of rushing water "Fair enough, but if you don't get that gorgeous ass of yours in here right now, I will not be held responsible for my actions"
Jen grinned, stripping off quickly and entering the shower enclosure into Steve’s waiting arms, with a deep sigh he held her close, “that’s exactly what I needed”
Placing a gentle hand on his cheek Jen searched his eyes seeing the difficulty of the last few months written here clearly. “I missed you” she murmured a gentle thumb stroking his cheek, “Not as much as I missed you” Steve whispered dipping his head to place a sweet lingering kiss to her lips.
Turning her in his arms Steve manoeuvred them both underneath the warm spray with his arms wrapped firmly around her from behind as he bestowed small kisses along her shoulder and the crook of her neck. Jen sighed, relaxing back into his embrace happy to have him home with her once more. Releasing her at last Steve slid his hands along the wet skin over her rib cage, upwards to cup her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples roughly.
Arching her body back against him at his long absent touch Jen could feel his fully erect cock pressing into her ass. Dropping her head back onto his shoulder, she turned her face up to him, demanding a kiss that he was only too happy to bestow, his tongue sliding demandingly into her mouth to taste her.
Dropping a hand from her breast, Steve slid it down the smooth plane of her belly, down into the sprinkling of curls between her thighs and lower still over her sex, into her already soaked folds.
"Always so ready for me Doll" he groaned.
Need rough and sharp spiked through her, making her whimper at his touch the sound travelling directly to his groin.
"Please Steve, it’s been too long" she muttered against his lips, the urgency evident in her voice.
Steve growled, his control snapping as he plunged two fingers into her heat, his thumb finding its way to her clit and bearing down hard.
"Oh God yes" she hissed, bucking her hips into his hand.
One hand travelled up to his head, holding him to her so she could kiss him, desperation urging them both on into a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. The other hand snaked around between them to grip his shaft, a harsh gasp escaping his throat as she held him tightly, pumping her hand up and down his length.
"I need to be inside you" he groaned roughly against her lips "Please" she panted in return, twisting in his arms and pressing her body back against his, her arms wound around his neck.
Backing her against the wall, he dropped his hands to her ass, lifting her and pinning her to the wall with his hips, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Jen gasped in surprise, Steve wasn’t usually this dominant, their love making was slow and sensual. Very rarely had she experienced the Captain in the bedroom, though she revelled in it when he came out to play, there was something so primal about being claimed in such a way. She couldn't help but melt into him, her breathing ragged, eyes open wide staring into blue eyes dark with lust.  
Steve chuckled darkly, at her expression "Help me out Doll I've got my hands full" he commanded, his fingers squeezing her ass.
Jen followed his order without hesitation, dropping a hand from his broad shoulders between them, adjusting him so his tip was nudging at her centre. Holding him in place, Steve sank into her in one thrust, both groaning loudly as he bottomed out, her walls clutching at him as she stretched.
"Fuck, I’ve missed you" she groaned, returning her arm to his neck and pulling him back to crash her lips against his.
Without warning he pulled out halfway then slammed back into her, pushing her hard into the tiled wall. The shower still pounded over them, but Jen barely noticed as Steve sheathed himself in her over and over frantically, both desperately chasing their highs.
It didn't take long for them to build and crash over the edge of the cliff, screaming out their release as they sagged together, the water turning cold.
Lowering Jen back to the shower floor onto unsteady legs, Steve held her tenderly to him the Captain having retreated sated to be replaced with her loving and tender boyfriend once more.
The atmosphere in the bathroom was significantly lighter than before their shower, Steve appeared more relaxed the weight of the world now removed from his shoulders. Reaching for a towel he tenderly dried Jen not apparently looking for any excuse to keep her in his arms a little longer.
Reaching up Jen wound her arms around Steve’s neck rising on tiptoe to bestow a small kiss on his lips one that turned quickly passionate when Steve prevented her retreat by claiming her mouth once more. Breaking apart with a sigh Steve lent back against the sink bringing Jen with him, her palm on his newly acquired beard, Jen smiled up into his face “I think I like this look on you”
Steve chuckled raking his own hand through his somewhat bushy and messy beard “Necessity unfortunately, I don’t get recognised as much with it as without”
Jen raised a sardonic eyebrow “You mean the star-spangled outfit doesn’t give you away?”
The smile slipped from his face at the light-hearted comment ”There’s no stars on my outfit anymore, you know that”
Jen sighed as his eyes turned cloudy “Hey, hey look at me” she murmured gently as he looked away, one hand still laid softly on his cheek.
With reluctance Steve returned his gaze to her but found he couldn’t quite look her in the eyes his gaze lowered to the floor. Jen used her other hand to tip his chin up forcing him to meet her eyes “Hey none of that, you know you did what you had to, and the world does too. It doesn’t mean this is forever” placing another gentle kiss on his lips Jen drew back to survey his face. Steve gazed at her dispassionately for a moment finally nodding his head “I know, but…” he trailed off lost in thought.
“But what? She probed gently, receiving no answer but Steve hauling her into his arms once more squeezing her tightly.
He gave a deep shuddering sigh “But what kind of life can I offer you” he muttered sadly into her hair.
Jen pulled back to look up into his distant and glossy eyes “ I just want you Steve and I’ll take you anyway I can get you” Steve smiled in response but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Can you trust me on that?” Jen asked quietly holding his gaze with determined eyes.
Steve swallowed and nodded though Jen wasn’t convinced.
Seeking to distract him from his suddenly melancholy mood she stood on tip toe once more peppering his face with little kisses until at last he cracked a smile and claimed her lips roughly desperation and desire fuelling his passion.
It was Jen that deepened the kiss further by sliding her tongue past his lips, but she allowed Steve to win the battle for dominance the Captain coming to the fore once more.
"Perhaps. We. Should. Bedroom?" Steve gasped out, between kisses.
"Good Plan" Jen concluded, muttered against his lips.
Pushing himself off the sink, Steve reached down to firmly grasp her ass, lifting her from the floor. Taking the hint Jen wrapped her legs around his waist their towels falling forgotten to the floor as Steve carried her into the bedroom, mouths still connected.
Still without breaking the kiss he made his way to the bed, cradled her to him and lowered them down carefully. He supported their combined weight on one arm, until Jen was pressed flush against the mattress. Lowering his body onto hers, he rolled slightly to the side so he didn’t crush her and to allow his hand access to roam freely.   
Jen lost herself in the feel of him pressed tightly against her, the taste of him, his touch and the smoothness of his skin under her fingertips.
She wasn’t sure how long they lay entwined on the bed, hands roving each other’s bodies whispered endearments caressing their skin, nothing mattered as he lowered his face to her core.
Desperately she bucked against the sensations, whimpering as he nibbled and sucked on her sensitive nub, sliding 2 fingers into her soaked entrance.
His beard rough against the sensitive skin of her thighs, only drove her higher faster.
Her first orgasm hit her suddenly, white spots clouding her vision as Steve crawled back up her body, kissing her deeply and sunk into her with one fluid movement.
He groaned into her throat as he slid into her up to the hilt “I’ve missed you Doll”
Jen chuckled, the vibrations causing Steve to groan again “Is has been too long” she sighed.
Gathering both of Jen’s hands in one of his, pinned them Steve above her head, his fingers interlacing with hers “Hold on Doll” he growled in her ear, nipping at her lobe.
Withdrawing from her, he slammed back into her hard enough to push her slightly up the bed.
Mewling she twisted desperate to touch him again.
Chuckling against her ear, Steve slammed into her again, breathing incomprehensible words across her skin. He pounded into her with abandon, completely undone by the feel of her walls fluttering around him and the way she cried out his name.
Only when he could feel she was nearing her release, did he loosen his grip on her hands. Allowing her to splay one hand across his lower back, nails racking down his skin with each thrust. Her other hand tangled into his hair, tugging his face to hers, tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss.
Changing the angle of his hips, he thrust against her secret spot, once, twice and then for a final time, as she ripped her mouth from his screaming his name. Her walls clenching around him, Steve  followed her with a rough expletive and a final thrust, as he spilled himself within her.
It didn’t take long for sleep to claim Steve but Jen lay awake in his arms, she wanted to let him sleep but had no way of knowing how soon he was likely to be called away again and she needed to talk to him. Twisting in his arms Jen placed a hand on his shoulder gently shaking to wake him.
“Steve” she called quietly “I need to talk to you about something”
“Hmmm” he hummed against the top of her head as he started to fall back to sleep instantly.
Smacking her hand on his chest to attract his attention he jerked, snapping his eyes open “M’wake, I’m awake, what’s up Doll?”
“I said I need to talk to you about something” Jen told his chest unable to bring herself to meet his eyes.
Noticing her sudden nervousness Steve pulled himself up into a seated position giving her his undivided attention “What’s the matter?”
Jen sat up slightly away from the super solider still staring at his chest, chewing on her bottom lip, not sure how to start.
“Hey” Steve said softly grasping her chin and forcing her to look up into his worried face “What is it?”
“It was an accident” she gasped at last stumbling over her words “I didn’t mean…” she trailed off.  
Steve’s eyes narrowed feeling as though someone had plunged a dagger in his heart “You’ve met someone else, haven’t you?”
Jen gaped at him wordlessly, so completely unprepared for that reaction.
“You’re not denying it I notice” he said tightly, hopping off the bed grabbing his clothes from the chair where he’d left them.
“What! No! I mean it’s not that… I haven’t” She stuttered as Steve stormed around the bedroom pulling on his clothes so violently he almost ripped his T-shirt clean in half.
“I’m a big boy Jen, you should have just told me, I mean how could I possibly expect a woman like you to wait for me” he ground out slumping down on the end of the bed his back to her.
“No Steve, you’ve got the wrong end of the stick… I haven’t….” she cried desperately, tailing off when the phone on the bedside table began to chime distracting them both.
“Is that?...” Jen began pointing to the phone.
“That’s the number I gave Stark” Steve said slightly shell shocked, he’d never expected him to call.
Standing he strode over to it flipped it open and pressed it to his ear “Tony?”
***
“Steve are you ok? Did something happen with you and Jen?” Nat peered at her friend concerned he’d had his jaw clenched so tightly since the second they’d left the house, she feared he’d get lockjaw
Two hours had passed in complete silence as they raced back to the spot where they’d stashed the Quinjet thankfully now full stocked once more and taken off on their way to fetch Wanda.
“Doesn’t matter” he mumbled “We should be focusing on the mission”
Nat opened her mouth to argue only to be cut off by Sam “What exactly did Tony say Steve?”
Steve sighed knowing full well that it hadn’t been Tony on the line but he wasn’t quite sure how to break to Nat that Bruce was back after all this time. It was cowardly of him but he knew losing him had hurt her more than she was prepared to admit, so where did he start.
“He said we need everyone… which is why we’re on our way to get Wanda and Vision” Steve knew choosing to avoid the issue for the moment would most likely mean he’d get his ass kicked for it later, but he’d deal with the fallout when it happened.
“Stop avoiding the issue Steve” Nat declared fixing him with a determined look.
“Wait what… how did you...” he started then remembered her earlier comment “Oh you’re talking about Jen” he sighed.
“Of course I’m talking about Jen… Wait who did you think I was talking about?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Err… Nevermind, doesn’t matter” he needed to distract her “Something did happen” he confirmed quietly.
Sam shook his head at Natasha, he could tell something was very badly wrong but had more sense than to bring it up “Leave it” he muttered quietly but she wouldn’t be diverted so easily.
Nat took in his tense almost angry form this was not the Steve she knew “You’re angry aren’t you, this isn’t how I would have expected you to react Rogers, I’m disappointed in you”
Steve snapped his head up glaring daggers at the women he considered a friend “You knew” he accused.
“Well yeah, but only for like 6 hours longer than you, we spoke after breakfast” Nat sighed “She was nervous about telling you Steve, now I understand see why”
“You’re kidding right?” he asked incredulously “How else was I supposed to react?” he ground out running his hands agitatedly through his overlong hair.
Nat snorted “Um let me think, maybe you could have been happy about it, geez what did you say to her?”
“Happy!” Steve thundered “Happy about the woman I love leaving me for someone else! Jesus Nat, I knew you were emotionless at times, but this is a new low even for you”
Sam threw his hands up in frustration and rounded on his friend “You just couldn’t leave it alone could you Nat”
“Wait what the hell are you going on about Rogers?” Nat was floored, this conversation had taken a very strange turn.
Steve jumped up storming down the Jet away from the assassin, but she wasn’t having any of it jumping out of her seat at once and chasing after him. Sam grabbed her arm to try and stop her “Leave it don’t you think he’s suffered enough, you know how much he loves her”
Natasha glared up at him wrenching her arm free “That’s exactly why I can’t let this go Sam, somethings definitely gotten lost in translation here and I know it”
“What exactly did she say to you? Tell me exactly” Nat demanded standing directly in front of the super soldier forcing him to acknowledge her.
“Fine” he shouted “Jesus if it makes you feel better fine. She said it was an accident that she didn’t mean for it to happen”
Natasha groaned “So where exactly in that sentence did you get that she’d met someone else? Think it through Rogers, could she possibly have meant something else”
Disgusted she stormed back to the cock pit to grab his phone, unsurprised to see he had 6 missed calls and multiple texts from Jen, chucking it at his head she snarled “Call your girlfriend you idiot, you’ve made a mistake”
Steve glanced down at the phone at his feet without seeing it, replaying everything she’d said in his head. He had jumped to the conclusion and pushed her away when she tried to argue, could he have projected his fear onto her? Natasha knew what she was intending to tell him though he realised looking back to the furious assassin a baffled expression on his face.
“What was she going to tell me Nat?” he asked slowly.
“Oh no, not a chance” she defied him crossing her arms over chest and glaring at him “Ring Jen and ask her, you’re getting nothing out of me idiot” she sneered hurling herself back down into the pilots chair with unwonted venom.
Sam and Steve looked at each other in stunned silence for a second, it wasn’t often Natasha completely lost it, Sam bent down and picked up the phone at Steve’s feet.
“I don’t know what’s going on man, but I suggest you do as you’re told” he said softly, pressing the phone into Steve’s hand.
Steve nodded using speed dial he held the phone up to his ear, it connected on the second ring “Stevie?” Jen sobbed.
Steve felt his heart breaking he hated to hear her cry, it hurt even worse knowing he caused it.
“Hey Baby, he said softly I owe you an apology, I overreacted and didn’t give you a chance to finish. I’m so sorry” he said in a flood of words.
There was another sob at the other end “You know I love you Steve, h-how could you think I’d do… do that to you?”  
“I’m always scared that I’ll lose you one day, one way or another, I guess I’m just waiting for it” Steve admitted.
“Idiot” she huffed but he could hear the smile creeping back into her voice.
“That’s what Nat told me too” he chuckled gently.
“What else did Nat tell you?” the alarm evident in her voice.
“She made it clear I’d made a mistake, but wouldn’t tell me what you were going to tell me, said I had to call you” he said looking towards the blonde at the front of the jet “Damn straight” she called back to him.
“I heard that” Jen laughed “Tell her thanks for me will you, she’s a good friend”
“Will do” Steve said smiling “So Doll what is it you need to tell me?” now the drama was put to bed Steve found his curiosity piqued.
The line went silent in response.
“Doll you still there?”
“Yeah Stevie still here, given the way you guys had to run out of here it’s not the most important thing right now, concentrate on what you’re doing we’ll talk when you get back” she sighed.
“You sure Doll? It’s nothing bad is it?” He asked worried.
“No nothing bad” Jen promised.
***
The following day the news broke about spaceships in New York again and that Tony Stark was missing, Steve had texted Jen to let her know that they had Wanda and that they were on the way to Wakanda. Since then her phone had been silent.
Jen hadn’t been able focus on anything, she just sat in front of the TV waiting for news, sometimes she’d pace staring at her phone.
After a fitful night’s sleep she got up and grabbed her running shoes and headphones figuring she’d try outrunning her panic, it didn’t work.
***
Steve raced towards Thanos desperate to stop him from using the gauntlet on his friends, he’d already seen him throw Rhodes away like an old tin can and send T’Challa and Bucky flying backwards with a wave of his hand.
He reached him just in time, reaching up he gripped the gauntlet tightly forcing Thanos fingers back from his palm, screaming with the exertion he was having to expend.
Steve was so focused on the gauntlet that he didn’t see Thanos’ other fist swinging towards him until it collided with his head knocking him out cold.
Shaking his head groggily Steve got to his feet this was no time to be resting, he needed to get back into the fight. Looking across the clearing he saw the team either trying to get to their feet or trapped by some obstacle or another. A scream from Thor ripped through the clearing “NO” a flash of blue light and Thanos was gone.
Steve raced towards the shell shocked Thor “Where did he go?”
“Steve?”
Turning he saw Bucky stumbling towards him turning to dust as he walked, his gun clattering to the floor.
Steve raced towards him as he fell into nothingness, his hand brushing the floor where his friend should be.
The horror was too much he couldn’t process it, had they lost?
Nat tore into the clearing just as Steve fell to the floor by Vision’s lifeless body, her hands rushing to her face as she fought back sobs of pain.
“What’s happening?” Rhodey asked from somewhere behind him, but no one answered the deafening silence this answer.
They could hear confusion and panic in the distance as people called out for their comrades on the battlefield, watching them turn to ash and float away on the wind.
A hand clamped down onto Steve’s shoulder clutching at him “Steve!”
The panic in Nat’s voice forced him to look up his eyes growing wide at the look on her face “Jen!” She choked out unable to continue.
Steve leapt to his feet pulling his phone out of his suit and hitting speed dial with a shaking hand “Come on, come on” he grated, as his call continued to go unanswered.
Nat watched in horror as he paced the clearing, unable to reach the woman he loved, growing more agitated by the second.
He pulled the phone from his ear as it went to voicemail, intending to call again but then he noticed the message icon on screen.
Tapping the button to call his message service he sighed in relief when Jen’s anxious voice spoke
“Hey Steve, I’m sorry I know I should let you focus but the lack of news is killing me here. I need to know you’re all ok…” the message trailed off as he heard screaming in the distance, unconsciously he gripped the phone a little tighter as her voice turned panicy, making her voice shake.
“Wait what?.. oh my god Steve something’s happening here… Oh my god what is this?...” The message ended abruptly cut off with the sound of the phone falling to the floor at the other end with a clatter.
Steve couldn’t look at Nat, he felt like he’d crack if he saw her tear stained face, wordlessly he held out the phone to her.
She took it gingerly as if it might explode, hit play and held it to her ear, her eyes widening impossibly as she listened.
The toll this day was taking was never ending, first Bucky now Jen “Wait where’s Sam?” he asked looking around wildly as if he would appear as if by magic at his words.
Rhodes shook his head sadly.
“Oh God No” Nat choked out as she hit the floor, clutching at her hair crying unashamedly.
Steve’s eyes were clouding he couldn’t see clearly anymore, his breath becoming laboured he looked skyward attempting to control the impulse to scream.
No one spoke, those that were left, that had survived, clustered around one another but unable to even consider looking at each other for fear of seeing their own grief reflected back to them. There was almost no sound just the wind rustling the trees, it was almost peaceful except for the distant cries of people looking for those that were missing and the sporadic heart-breaking sobs that escaped the team.
“Steve” Nat breathed finally getting a hold of herself “Steve look at me” she said gently.
He shook his head gritting his teeth suddenly wildly interested in the tree to his right as he collapsed onto the floor once more.
Nat got unsteadily to her feet moving to stand in front of him, moving into his line of vision giving him no choice he focussed on her determined face.
Remembering a conversation from hours before though it appeared a lifetime ago son much had happened since Steve muttered absentmindedly “What was she going to tell me? I never found out”
Nat shook her head unable to deliver that news, to make his grief worse.
“Tell me” Steve intoned forcefully, his thunderous expression brooking no opposition.
Dragging in a lungful of air Nat knelt in front of him “Steve, Jen’s… she’s… she was… pregnant” she whispered.
He lost it, a strangled sob escaping his throat as he fell to the ground, Nat immediately wrapped her arms around the shaking soldier, doing her best to console him even though she knew there would be no comfort for any of them right now, because they lost., they failed.
“We’ll get her back Steve, we’ll get them all back” she declared determination in her voice as she looked to the rest of the team.
One by one they wiped their eyes and nodded at her, grief giving way to anger, twisting their faces and drying their tears, they would fix this.
***
Jen pounded the pavement in time to the beat but couldn’t still her racing mind, finally she stopped pulling out her phone from her pocket and hitting speed dial.
Anxiously she waited for it to connect sighing in frustration as the voicemail clicked in
“Hey Steve I’m sorry I know I should let you focus but the lack of news is killing me here. I need to know you’re all ok…”
A woman across the road seemed to fall into the road, causing a car to swerve and mount the curb, but even as Jen watched the woman disappeared before her eyes in a cloud of dust, her friend beginning to scream before she hit the floor. The driver leapt out of the car only to disappear also, dust drifting in wind. The first woman’s screaming friend vanished too, leaving silence in her wake.
“Wait what?..”
Jen couldn’t believe her eyes, realising she was still gripping the phone to her ear she squeaked
“Oh my god Steve, something’s happening here…”
A man appeared to her right having run out of his house and collided with her, holding onto her arm he stared at her eyes wild.
“Oh my god what is this?...”
Clutching at her legs, he slid down to the floor, knocking her phone out of his hand as he fell.
Jen stared down at him, watching in horror as he too turned to dust at her feet, shaking she reached down to pick up her phone, noting as she did so that it had gone black a crack across the screen.
In the days and weeks that followed the news published conflicting reports on what had happened. None of them seemed to know if the Avengers had survived and no one seemed to have seen them since Wakanda. Jen wept as she wrapped her hands around her growing belly protecting her child as best she could while grieving for his or her father.
***
They tried to fix it but it was too little too late.
Thanos had already destroyed the stones by the time they got to him, it was too late. Thor chopped his head off regardless, but it didn’t bring anyone back, they were never coming back.
The team retreated to the compound tired, defeated and despondent to accept the awful truth, they’d all lost people, the entire world was grieving and angry at the injustice of it all.
Steve kept hoping that he’d wake up one day and find it was all a bad dream but every day he woke up and it was the same.  
Tensions where running high in the compound, Tony was angriest of all with most of it directed towards Steve, he blamed him for not being there, he blamed himself too.
Finally about 2 months after Steve made a decision he had to go back, she wasn’t there but still he needed to see for himself. Nat offered to go with him half-heartedly, she knew he’d refuse and she wasn’t disappointed in that respect. Steve shook his head sadly “Thanks Nat but I need to do this alone” as he headed for the Quinjet, she nodded tears silently falling down her face as he left.
She cried a lot these days, they all did.
There was no need to hide anymore so Steve left the jet in a field a short walk away, there was no one around that cared.
He walked down her street, noticing the glazed faces as people went about their business because they didn’t know what else to do, still dazed and confused by all that had occurred.
Some houses had already started to look uncared for as hedges grew higher and flowers died with no one there to tend to them. Cars appeared abandoned on the edge of the road, one had clearly jumped the curb when it’s owner vanished, it was parked haphazardly through an overgrown hedge no one caring enough to move it.
Steve found himself looking down as he neared her house, not wanting to see it devoid of life without her there. As such he didn’t notice the freshly planted flowers in the border or the movement through the window.
Reaching the front door, he stretched his hand for the handle with a deep breath, freezing when he heard movement from the other side of the door.
Abruptly the door was ripped open a familiar yet tired face staring at him open mouthed.
They stood staring at each other neither believing their eyes, Steve noticed the dark circles under her eyes, her hair was unkempt rather than smooth and glossy as he was used to.
The most pronounced change was the swelling of her belly, clearly defined by the T-shirt she was wearing.
Dropping to his knees Steve pulled her to him burying his face in her stomach as he cried, her arms instinctively wrapping around his head and shoulders holding him close as she too sobbed.
“I thought I lost you” Jen gasped.
Rocking back on his heels to look up at her Steve smiled through his tears “I thought I’d lost you both”
She shook her head down at the father of her child “It’ll take more than that to get rid of me” she smiled giddily at him, elated at the unexpected reunion.
Surging to his feet he gathered her into his arms and kissed her with every ounce of longing and passion he possessed, desperately trying to reassure his tired senses that she was real.
Breaking apart Jen rested her forehead against his “It’s about damn time Soldier, what took you so long?”
Steve chuckled “I’m sorry Doll, but trust me when I say I am never leaving you again”
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Greek Tragedy
A/N: I got this idea today and spent hours just writing this. Frat boy Steve is just such an interesting character and honestly, I think I might do more one-shot, small stories with him depending on the reception of this story. Hope you guys enjoy! Pairing: Frat!Steve Rogers x F!Reader Word count: 6,017 words Warnings: Groping/sexual assault (big trigger), swearing, mentions of hazing, alcohol
Summary: Steve's fraternity takes everything seriously (as they should). They don't mess around with anything happening to any girl on their watch. But what happens when a girl in a sorority they're close with, who happens to be the one Steve watches over, finds herself in an extremely drastic, upsetting situation?
Steve didn’t really want to be here. But he also understood the deeper importance of this whole operation set up by a group under risk management. No one here wanted any girl to get hurt, let alone one in the sorority they happened to partner with the most. A girl getting hurt at the frat party they hosted because there weren’t more precautions was Greek life suicide. It was practically a frat digging their own hole, six feet deep.
“Rogers you’re on-“
“Y/N.” He finished before Sam could finish his own sentence. It was the same girl for every event, something that he had grown fond of the more he had gotten to know you. Not that you really needed him, the feisty little thing you were. Most of the time when a “problem” came up (AKA a random guy harassing you) you stood up for yourself with ease. Quick remarks and a heavily judgmental face were all you needed to fend off most guys.
His fondness of you would have not been known, however, if it wasn’t for Bucky in the corner with a smirk on his face staring at Steve, and in return guys around him catching on with small smiles at Steve. He really had to hold back a eye roll, knowing that would only entertain them more.
“Again, if you need to go do something where you can’t see the girl you’re assigned to, you ask another brother. Got it?” Everyone replied with a simple “got it” somewhat out of sequence. “Now don’t fuck up tonight. Some of you have gotten way too close to losing a girl. Don’t let it happen.” Everyone nodded. “Meeting adjourned.”
Steve got up similarly with Sam, gathering up the papers that outlined this meeting. Bucky made his way over, filing through the various guys either talking, heading towards the door, or up to their rooms. Despite the whole idea of “brotherhood” no one ever thought of helping Sam and Steve clean up after these, excluding Bucky. “You guys ready for tonight?” Bucky asked. Sam was quick to speak up.
“Never.” He replied, “I swear if I see one more drunk girl on our porch sobbing over her ex-boyfriend I’m going to resign.” Steve chuckled. “Hey, don’t be laughing when you always get the easy one to deal with.”
“Yeah, Y/N actually helps those girls. Makes our lives easier.��
Steve could recall many times you happened to be at their parties, walking outside to get a breath of fresh air. You were always overwhelmingly kind to the pledges they had on “this door is not an entrance duty”, sometimes even aiding them in telling guys to fuck off. Then you would inevitably see a girl on the ground crying her heart out, and not only offer your time but usually your lap to let her cry into. Steve recalls one time when you actually got thrown up on by another one of your sorority sisters who was going through an awful breakup with a guy who didn’t deserve to see the light of day after all the shit he pulled on her. That ended with you in his room with a pair of his sweatpants and one of his t-shirts on.
“Thanks again, Steve.” You said with a smile so big it gave away any indication of soberness. “These sweatpants are very comfy.” He smiled softly back at you.
“Any time.” He replied, “I wasn’t gonna have you walking around in those clothes.” You nodded at him.
“Could I stay up here for another minute or two?” You asked, “I don’t mean to intrude but I’m kinda overwhelmed with downstairs-“ He nodded before you could even finish your sentence. His room happened to be incredibly well kept for a frat guy, especially since it actually smelled decent. A made bed, clean desk, the only clutter were the piles of text books stacked in a corner and a couple different papers here and there.
“Of course.” He replied quickly. You nodded back, “Do you need water or anything?”
“A water would be great actually if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Of course not,” He smiled, “I’ll be right back, stay put sweetheart.”
It was the sweetheart that really took your breath away. I mean, Steve had always been the type that was just pure eye candy. Every girl left and right at least acknowledged that they would like to have something with him through small moments when their eyes laser-focused on him. Some even being drawn closer to where he stood, typically near a wall talking to Bucky or Sam with a drink in his hand. But here he was acknowledging some form of admiration towards little old you. The girl who was found at parties and was secretly looking at guys, but was too busy with her friends to realize it wasn’t that they didn’t like her back, she just never gave any signals.
That night ended up with the two of you staying in his room and talking until the early morning hours when you finally declared that you needed to go back to your apartment, especially while your roommates were flooding your phone with every form of communication to make sure you were okay. Steve was quick to order you a car and pay for it, even after offering to have you stay in his bed and he would take the couch. But you were sobering up and knew going home was a better option. Sleeping in the bed of the guy you happened to really like was enticing, but far too quick for you.
“How many guys do we think we’ll let in tonight?” Bucky asked. He happened to pretty consistently be on entrance duty, considering he could quickly put on a harsh and powering demeanor to tell guys to leave and never come back if he needed to.
“Hopefully not many,” Sam replied with a sigh, “Let in any guy that you know, and depending on how many girls we have, let in a couple more. But you already know the ratio.” “75 to 25.” Bucky smiled a bit, leaning against the doorframe to the chapter room.
Steve was placing the final folding chairs in the closet of the room, the key in his pocket ready to lock up. “You sure you doing alright?” He heard Bucky come up behind him. It just happened that Bucky knew Steve better than he knew himself at times, a blessing and curse the two of them had learned to live with through their years together.
“Yeah.” Steve nodded, grabbing the key from his pocket and turning it in the lock. Giving it one solid pull and the door not budging, Steve placed the key back in his pocket and began walking towards the stairs, Bucky right next to him.
“Ya sure? You seem a little nervous.” Steve held back a scoff that would have worked on anyone else, but not Bucky.
“Not sure nervous is the right word.” Steve countered, checking the time quickly on his watch. Two hours til doors opened.
“About Y/N?” Bucky asked. Steve sighed.
“She’s-“ He began, stopping himself as his thoughts were running in all different directions. “Buck, you know I’m not good with women.”
“Yeah, and you’re into a girl who doesn’t think she’s good with men.” He softly chuckled, Steve scrunching his eyebrows. “Trust me, I’ve talked to enough of the girls when they’re drunk and I’ve heard all about her drunk thoughts. She has no confidence with men.”
“She’s stunning.”
“I know, but women get called ugly once and it’s all over, man.” Bucky explained as the two began to head up the stairs, “Just be genuine, not over pushy, just nice and respectful. She thinks any attractive guy that talks to her is doing it as a joke.”
“She seems so confident.”
“She is until it comes to men.” Bucky said, “Trust me on this, I’ve had three different drunk girls in that sorority tell me the same thing. But they’ve also told me she’s super into you. Take that for what you will.” He left down the hall towards his own room with a smile.
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Steve had his eyes on you from the moment you walked in. Fashionably late as always, and clearly having pregamed a decent bit, or else you wouldn’t be dancing so freely and up against a friend like no one was watching. He was hoping no one was, but him.
That damn tight crop top really pushed your breasts up to a point where he questioned if one wrong move would even hold them in. And the tight shorts that shaped your figure perfectly left just enough distance covered on your upper things to wonder how they looked underneath. Your makeup was consistent and natural, except for your eyeshadow which you always put glitter on. By the end of the night your mascara would be smudged and lipstick nonexistent, and even then you made that look curated and like you were made for it.
“You gonna go talk to her or keep staring?” Sam came up with a smile, drunkenly dancing his way through the crowd. For a fraternity president, he was oddly charismatic to everyone and hadn’t established a superiority complex over the title. Steve gave him an eyeing glance.
“Letting her have her fun.” He justified.
“Hm.” Sam questioningly asked looking back at her, drawing Steve’s attention back to you as well. There was a guy clearly trying to dance with you, nearing a desperate level. You didn’t really notice until he got a little too close, which resulted in him getting a really passive aggressive look from you of pure silent judgement that was borderline screaming at him. Steve let it be. If he touched you, then it would be a problem. But Steve knew you could handle yourself, very well actually.
Sam trusted Steve, more than any other guy here. Even Bucky, who would occasionally let his guard down if a pretty enough girl came up to him. But Steve- he would completely ignore the prettiest girl in the world if it meant someone else was in trouble.
You weren’t really sure which drink you were on, but at this point you didn’t really care. The mediocre tasting seltzer in your hand had the after taste of gasoline, but it was making you feel even better than before, which was enough justification for your already intoxicated mind and body to keep drinking them. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Steve against one of the walls talking to Sam. You turned more towards that way to observe them. Steve’s tight dark blue shirt and jeans were making your mind react in only instinctual ways. A blush crept on your face making it even more red on top of your makeup and the heat from dancing shoulder to shoulder with other people. Your thighs tightened together as you bit the inside of your cheek.
But Steve Rogers was way out of your league. Whether you were drunk or sober, you knew you were simply not pretty enough to get him. Well, that’s at least what your mind was convincing you. All your friends always gawked over how gorgeous you were, and how you could pull him. But the ghost of ugly girls pasts kept you from advancing in the realm of Steve Rogers and stayed at bay with the weird barely friendship you two had established.
Besides, most guys just wanted to fuck you once and leave. Not that Steve seemed the type to do that, but you couldn’t tell nowadays with the number of guys who had said no to you after disclosing you wanted more than just sex.
“Babe!” You heard one of your friends shouting over the music. You turned to her, “Let’s get another drink!” Pulled out of your trance you nodded, grabbing her hand and weaving your way through the crevices between sweaty bodies dancing like no one was around them. You patiently waited in the line for the bar still swaying your hips back and forth to the fading music, mouthing the words you knew in the song.
A hand on your shoulder pulled you away from the mind-lifting music and into a face-to-face situation with a guy you had already dealt with tonight. Clearly, your glaring at him wasn’t enough for him to acknowledge that you had no interest in him. “What do you want?” You asked with an annoyed expression, your tone of voice accenting that.
“Damn, why are you being so mean?” He asked, “I’m just interested in you, why’re you in such a bad mood, baby?” You got a large amount of ick from the conversation alone, but the detail of ‘baby’ only set your annoyance off even more. “I don’t owe it to be nice to a guy I’ve never met,” You explained, “Let alone one who I’m not attracted to. At all.” You made it very clear. “Now if you’ll excuse me-“
“What, you got a boyfriend or something?” He snarked back, getting closer to you.
“Like that’s any of your business.” You countered, “Now fuck off because you’re not getting anything out of me, ever. I wish you luck on finding any pussy tonight, you’re definitely going to need it.” You didn’t even notice the crowd swarming around you but a sudden eruption of “oohs” took over and made you realize that you had successfully publicly humiliated another desperate guy. He gave you a look of fury and stormed off in another direction leaving his confidence and dignity in your back pocket.
Thankfully, the guy running the bar quickly recognized you. Being in a sorority had it’s many perks, but getting drinks at the bar of a frat you knew well was one of them. He immediately gave you a hefty pour and a smile, “That was badass.” He added on. You smiled back at him and took your drink, departing back to the dance floor with your friend.
As soon as you reentered, Steve had eyes on you again. You looked more annoyed than before, not an amazing sign, but according to a text he had gotten from Scott, who was bartending, you had just embarrassed a random dude in front of two dozen people flawlessly, and verbally kicked his ass. So your current state was by no means shocking.
He promptly decided this was his time to at least let you know he was here. He slowly guided his way through people, trying to not knock over girls while not really caring about the guys, and finally placed his hand on the small of your back. Bold, yes, but he didn’t want to completely startle you with a shoulder tap or yell.
“What the fuck-“ You quickly turned around with a face of once again annoyance, before realizing it was him. As soon as your eyes met his your face melted back into one of apology. “Oh my- Steve I’m so sorry!” You yelled over the music. He chuckled to himself, smiling at you.
“It’s okay,” He replied quickly, giving you a quick up and down now that he was closer to you. Your boobs somehow looked even better than before. He also had the realization that red truly was your color, it looked amazing with your skin tone and hair, and even better when it was tightly wrapped fabric around your chest. “I heard what happened at the bar, I understand.”
You groaned loudly, “So everyone saw that?”
“Not everyone, but a lot of people.” He smirked. “It’s alright, keep it up and we may just have to make you an honorary member.”
“Will I have to pledge?” You asked with a small smile, “That may be a deal breaker.”
“I would never let a woman go through what the pledges go through,” He explained, “Let alone a pretty one.” It just slipped out. You tried to hide the shock in your eyes with a smile on your face, but your brain was clearly malfunctioning when you heard that. “If you need anything tonight, you know where to find me.” He said, motioning towards the wall right next to the main entrance to the floor. You nodded as he gave you one more smile and left back to that area.
“He wants you so bad.” One of your friends quickly spoke up with a big smile, “His eyes were all over you, they were practically undressing you!”
“Yeah, that’s probably all he wants.” You replied knowing how guys were nowadays with relationships.
“Oh please, that’s Steve Rogers. Yeah, he could get whatever girl he wants, but the one he actually wants he’s gonna stay with.” She replied, “He’s the definition of a golden retriever, absolutely gorgeous and loyal as hell.”
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Steve knew something was coming. His intuition read the room he was in and told him there was going to be something tonight. There was every night, it was just more a question of how drastic it was going to be. Judging by the fact the guys not in the frat were getting rowdy, the number of girls who had run past him with a friend to puke in the bathroom, and the growing line outside of underage first years who were apparently trying to start stuff with the door guys, it was just a matter of time until something boiled over its pot and into flames.
“What’s up?” He asked Sam who approached him with a stern face. Unlike earlier, soberness seemed to consume Sam as he stood next to Steve.
“Too many bastards harassing girls.” He sighed. “None with any of our girls that seriously, yet.” He emphasized. Steve nodded, going back to eyeing everyone on the dance floor, his eye now more narrowly looking than before. “Not sure how you could show up to someone’s else fraternity and be a dick like that. We don’t even do that in our own house.” Steve didn’t have a response for that question, but even if he did he was far too busy making sure any of the girls he knew didn’t find themselves in that situation. Specifically, you.
“Have we stopped letting guys in?” Steve asked, not changing his gaze away from the crowd.
“Yeah, a while back.” Sam replied, “A lot of them have been here since we opened though.” Steve chuckled.
“Desperation.” He smiled at Sam and Sam smiled back.
“Yeah, we got a lot of that tonight.” Sam sighed, turning over to the two of three couples of sorts making out in various corners. “Wish I had that much absence of dignity.” Steve smiled at that. If he was going to do anything with a woman it would never be this public. Two people were meant to have those moments together, not have the world there to frown down on it or comment on it. In his mind, this frayed some of the little purity left in relationships.
“Fuck,” He heard Sam mutter besides him, glancing at his phone. Steve gave him a questioning look, “Apparently the guys outside have made the mistake of not backing off of Barnes, gotta go aid.” Steve nodded as Sam departed the other way.
Steve’s heart sank as soon as he looked back to the floor and spotted you. The guy from earlier tonight, and the one he assumed had tried to talk to you at the bar, was now way too close to comfort. Within a second, Steve had begun navigating the floor knowing the loser wouldn’t leave you alone until someone else came in. His mind was busy with finding you, but his body was distracted by trying to get by people. Despite the fact he was known here, and the mass space his body took up, everyone was far too drunk to even take a slight hint he was there.
“Are you fucking crazy?” He heard a yell that he could easily identify was your voice. That cry for help put his mind in overdrive, and onto aggressive autopilot. Now he was shoving dudes left and right and could give a shit if he stepped on some girl's shoes. As soon as he found you, there was a small circle around you and the guy as you fired off insult after insult berating him. Steve was still lost at what was fully happening, or more importantly how the situation had escalated to where it stood now, but that was very quickly revealed in your unapologetic monologue.
“What the fuck made you think it was okay to grab my ass you dick!” Before Steve could even process fully what you had said, the clearly clueless culprit across from you responded, somehow thinking that was a good idea.
“With the shorts you’re wearing you’re basically asking for it!”
Now that set Steve off.
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All you could see at this point was red, but before you even got a chance to slap this guy, he was pinned up against a wall. There was some yelling in the background calling for backup or something along those lines, but all you could focus on was Steve’s back flexing under his shirt that was far too tight for this moment and the side of his face showcasing a clenched jaw bone protruding past his skin and redefining his face into pure rage. “What the fuck did you just say to her?” He asked, holding onto the collarbone of the guys t-shirt in clenched fists, veins about to pop.
For the first time all night, the harassing dick was left truly speechless. “Say it one more time to me, huh? I fucking dare you.” Steve started again.
“Steve, let him go.” Sam’s voice bellowed behind you. It was an order, and one that took Steve a moment to process. He slowly dropped the guy and backed up only a step, letting him regain him place standing against the wall. He looked tiny compared to Steve. “He’s not worth it.” Sam said, approaching besides him. “Now you, get the fuck out and never come back.” Sam told the other guy, pointing firmly towards the door.
He seemingly put his hands up in surrender, before making yet again a dumb move. Possibly his most stupid of the night. “It was worth it.”
Not even a second later, the guy was on the floor, clutching his face as the crowd around you “ooh”ed yet again. This time not for you, but Steve. His right fist clung to his side as it had just been weaponized across the guy’s face and straight into his cheek and nose. The impact could be heard from the back of the room you bet, and left you speechless, mouth agape as you stared at your perpetrator on the floor, and back to Steve.
“Barnes, take Y/N upstairs. Now.” He looked back to where Bucky stood a few feet from you, he quickly nodded beelining to you and putting his arm around your waist.
“You alright, hon?” Bucky asked, but you were too entranced still with looking back at Steve. Despite Bucky moving you away and your feet following, you still stared back at Steve with the same expression of worry and surprise. It clearly took Steve a minute to figure out what exactly he had done, then he turned back to you.
As soon as your eyes met, his face relaxed. His brain was still furious, his body stiff with rage, but his face was now worried. He was able to at least know you would be safe with Bucky, you would either end up in his room or Steve’s, but either way you would be physically okay now. Then he turned back to Sam who already had guys escorting whatever the fuck he was out with firm shoves. “I need to check on her.” Was the first thing he could muster out and say.
“Calm down, Steve.” Sam tried to rationalize. “She’s with Buck, she’s okay.”
“I need to see her.” He said again.
“Steve,” Sam grabbed his arm this time, trying to pull him back to reality. “Go downstairs. Breath. Then come back and I’ll see what I can do.”
It took Steve another moment to process what Sam was saying, his vision still outlined with red. As soon as he understood, however, he nodded and made his way to the door. He couldn’t even bother to look at nor care about everyone staring at him, bodies making a very clear path for him to get by. He made it to the stairs, walking down slowly. The basement was empty, he was glad they kept it that way. There were a few old recliners here and there, a partially ripped couch, and some old photo albums and collages of pictures stacked in various places.
He took a seat in one of the old leather chairs, placing his head in his hands. He was always composed, had a clean record here from everything. He didn’t have an ounce of regret, at least yet, but he was aware of how escalated he made the situation. Though he wouldn’t change any moment of it. Other than protecting you from that happening in the first place.
He just wanted- needed you to be okay. He needed you. He had never acted this way with anyone else. Yes, he would stand up for any girl. But he wasn’t sure if he would fight for any girl other than you.
“Peter, water. Now.” Bucky demanded the smaller guy who stood in the doorway. He feverishly nodded before running off past the doorway and towards the stairs.
“Pledge?” You asked Bucky. He smiled.
“How did you know.” You lightly laughed, sitting on his bed in his slightly messy room. It was actually very nice for a frat room, but for a regular room, subpar. His walls were decorated here and there with nearly nude women who either had advanced plastic surgery or had a poor editor somewhere slaving over Photoshop for hours to make them look better than Barbie. His bed was honestly not all that comfy, and you wouldn’t have been shocked if the mattress under the comforter and sheets had been hand-me-down in the frat for years.
“How are you feeling?” He asked with genuine concern.
“Alright,” You said with a shaky breath, “Just- shocked, I think.” He softly smiled, kneeling down in front of you to be on your eye level.
“Can I get you anything else? I can order you food, if you wanna lay down that’s fine too-"
“No, Buck. It’s okay, really.” You lightly smiled. You had suddenly very much sobered up. “Maybe food in a bit. Though I don’t know how much I can eat right now.” He sympathetically nodded. The room fell silent for a few seconds. “Where’s Steve?” You asked. Before Bucky could even acknowledge what you had asked, Peter came back.
“Here’s the water for you,” He said handing to Bucky, “James Buchanan Barnes.” You had to hold back a laugh as Peter exited the room again. Bucky handed you the water.
“Do you really make pledges call you guys by your full names?” Bucky nodded with a small smile.
“Tradition.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Steve is downstairs I think, basement.” Bucky replied, “That’s where Sam sends guys when they need to calm down.”
“So this shit happens frequently?”
“No, and you know that.” He playfully said back, sitting next to you on the bed. “But sometimes stuff happens between guys. So it's a decompression area. Not much down there, so it’s nice if anyone needs to punch something.” You nodded.
Another minute of silence fell between the two of you. You sipping the water from the red solo cup, Bucky looking around the room and back at you every once in a while.
“You know Steve really likes you.” Bucky pointed out. You gave him a confused face. “He would kill me for telling you, probably will. But he really likes you, more than any other girl I’ve seen. And I’ve seen lots of women around him.”
“You’re joking.” You replied, “That’s cruel, Bucky."
“No, I would not lie to you.” He replied seriously, “Especially after tonight.” You looked up at him again, eyes meeting in a silent lock of sorts. “Just trust me, give him a chance. I know you like him too. Be the first move, it’ll pay off. Trust me.”
There was a soft knock at the door, its hinges creaking as it opened and Sam walked in. He gave you a soft smile. “We wrapped up the party.” Sam said, “Not many people left over down there anyways.” You cringed a bit to yourself, but before you could say anything Sam continued, “And don’t you dare apologize, it’s not your fault. At all.”
Bucky’s hand grazed your back in a circular motion, a silent agreement with Sam. “You can wait in his room if you want,” Sam mentioned, “Or stay here.”
“No, I want to see him.” You replied, “I can uh- head over there.” You told Sam, getting up and turning to Bucky where he still sat. “Thanks again, Bucky. Really.”
“Least I could do.” He insisted with a tight smile, “Good luck.”
Sam led you to Steve’s room even though you already knew where it was. His was a corner room, vice president privileges you supposed. He opened it with a spare key, letting you in and turning on the light. It was kept as it always was. It smelled like soft cologne that didn’t sting the corner of your nostrils when you inhaled. Like mahogany, whiskey, and a hint of vanilla. What he always smelled like.
His bed was strictly made, making you hesitant to sit on it despite Sam telling you it was more than fine. It would crease it, and you weren’t sure if that was more of an invasion than what you had already been. The bed was shockingly comfortable, clearly a new mattress and topper. His closet doors were closed, and a laundry hamper next to it was only half full. His desk was clear except for a lamp in the corner, a closed laptop in the center, and a notebook next to that with two or three pens. His walls were pretty bare, which honestly made you feel uncomfortable. You thought it was better than Bucky’s walls scattered with various unrealistically perfect and nearly naked women, but the walls in the bedroom of your apartment were scattered with posters and pictures.
He had exactly three pictures in the room. One on his nightstand of him, Sam, and Bucky with arms around each other and smiling on some form of a retreat or vacation. One of him and Bucky as little kids, no older than six or seven you guessed. And finally, one of him and his mom at some fancy event judging by her dress and his suit. He looked to be in late high school there.
He looked a lot like his mom. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Her face was much softer than his, which made sense judging by how muscular his body frame was built to be. She had a beautiful blue dress on that accented both of them well, him in a simple suit with a black coat, white shirt, and black tie. You knew he loved his mom dearly, especially since he was raised as a child with just her. You recall during one of those late night conversations it coming up. He talked so highly of his mom, the way he still called her multiple times a week just to talk and check in. Her food and the traditions the two had made for Christmas and Thanksgiving when they spent it alone. How much he hated leaving her for college, feeling like he abandoned her, but her reassuring messages over the phone saying anything but that. You wished you had a relationship like that with your mom, but then again, you had an amazing dad. You win some, you lose some, as you had always reminded yourself.
You were drawn away from your stare towards the photo on his desk as the door opened, and there stood Steve. His face was unreadable, something that scared you in the moment. “Hey, um I’m sorry, Sam suggested I wait here for you-"
Before you finished he was kneeling in front of you as Bucky did not so long ago meeting your eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked with such a genuine tone. His hand placed itself on your cheek, engulfing it. You nodded with a small smile.
“Yeah, I will be.” He took a small sigh looking down.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier.”
“Steve, no-“ You were quick to reply as he stood up.
“No, that should’ve never happened. And I should’ve been there to throw that guy out way earlier.”
“Steve, you did more than I could’ve asked for-“
“You shouldn’t have to ask me to do anything. I should be there to protect you, be proactive about it-"
You quickly stood up, interrupting his rant by grabbing his face with your hands and pulling him down as you stood on your tip toes to your best ability, placing your lips on his.
For a moment he was frozen, before realizing what was happening and kissing back. He quickly took one of his arms fallen at his side and wrapped it behind your waist, pulling you promptly so your body fell flush with his, pressed against his shirt. His other hand found the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair as one of yours found its way to his own. After a solid 10 seconds, you pulled away a bit, looking up at him as you caught your breath.
“I’m not drunk, I promise.” You told him, watching his wandering eyes scan your face. Without a word of response, he placed his lips on yours again moving synchronously. You reveled in the moment, feeling his body heat surround you, your senses at all new heights, his wandering finger tips on your back causing you to move even closer to him, a sign of encouragement. After a minute or two of the necessity of a make up session, a silent reconciliation and agreement that everything would be alright, you both pulled away.
Both of you smiled at the same time, then laughing a bit at that, and finally finding comfort in each other’s arms. “Can we talk about this tomorrow?” You asked him. He looked down to you again with a small smile creeping on his face.
“Yeah,” He replied, “Tomorrow.”
Without a word more spoken, you sat back on his bed, removing your beer and dirt-stained shoes, he went to his dresser and grabbed one of his t-shirts and sweatpants, handing them to you. “I can change in the bathroom.” He insisted. You gave a small smile of appreciation as he left the room with his own change of clothes and closed the door.
You quickly removed the constricting top that had nearly become one with your skin, placing his shirt on and sweatpants. He came back with a knock, you replying with a “you can come in”.
He let you choose the side of the bed you wanted, which happened to be the one closer to the window. He climbed in next to you, allowing the small lamp in the corner to stay on but turning off the one next to him. There was distance at first, quickly closed by you as you rejected the pillow on your side for his chest, placing your head on it, one of your hands sprawling to the other side of him. He placed one of his hands on your back, pulling you tighter and beginning to trace small shapes on the fabric and to your skin. He gave you a soft kiss on your temple, holding it there for a few seconds.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
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