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[astheskycries]

Accepted- 7

Planning a wedding with the man she loves and working small jobs with SHIELD seems like an easy task, but now that Jonathan is dead, Maggie and Steve have to continue tracking down HYDRA and cleaning up the mess left behind- which is easier said than done when the Winter Soldier has returned.

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“What do you mean it was compromised?” Steve demands, jacket gone and the tie loosened around his neck as he paces his floor, Bucky and T’Challa listening.

Steve’s previously perfectly gelled hair is mused from the frequent hand running through it, with the top two buttons undone and his sleeves haphazardly shoved up to his elbows. He’s barely managed to change, sounding more and more concerned since returning to the room Tony arranged for Bucky to stay in. “Why would they be ambushed in one of Tony’s warehouses?”

“The warehouse was an ambush,” FRIDAY calmly repeats from the ceiling intercom, having reached out as soon as Steve returned. “The warehouse was sold by Mr. Stark years ago once the company changed. The HYDRA drive was recovered, but not without casualties.”

“Maggie?”

“… She was the main target. I have not heard from them since Agent Romanoff gave emergency treatment-“

“Emergency?” Steve demands, heart dropping to his stomach. He was so worried, so focused on recovering the piece of his past he had left, the only family he could rely on since he became Captain America, and now he was paying the price. Maggie was paying the price.

“She was hit by a bullet, Maximoff tried to keep the wound closed but there was still significant blood loss. After Romanoff consulted Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark they went dark as the safe house was considered compromised.”

Of course. “Keep me posted as soon as you know where they are. I want to see Maggie.” He lets the call end before releasing a heavy breath, leaning against the back of the couch. “This is my fault…”

“No,” Bucky says firmly, watching his every move. “You couldn’t have known it would have been an ambush.”

“No,” Steve sighs. “But I also haven’t been trying. I’ve been pushing off everything Maggie says, from missions to the wedding to everything she’s faced with HYDRA.”

Bucky nods slowly. “So basically what I warned you about?”

Steve ignores his friend’s slightly smug dig, lost in thought. “I really messed up.”

“Maybe,” Bucky grips his shoulder, just like he used to before the serum changed them both. “But even if you’re a stubborn punk, you two will get over this. Just talk to her.”

Steve sighs before reaching into his pocket, pulling out the engagement ring from his pocket. “I don’t think that’ll work this time…”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “She gave it back?”

“Found it on the dresser in my room.” He examines it, lost in thought. Though it’s simple, it’s perfectly Maggie in its subtle charm. “I deserve it… But I’m going to get her back. Whatever it takes.” He nods to T’Challa. “I’m going after them. I’m bringing them home.”

…

The first thing I’m aware of is a musty smell, an almost damp heaviness that takes more effort to breathe through and hurts my side with every deep breath. The air is cool and clammy against my skin, and when I open my eyes I can see the dampness making the dark ceiling shine. I wince a bit as I turn my head, trying to see as much as I can despite the sharp pain in my ribs and how the room spins when I move my eyes. “Natasha? Wanda?”

“Here," Wanda gently takes my hand, hers feeling almost uncomfortably warm. “It’s ok, you’ll be ok.”

“Where are we?” I manage to croak out, mouth feeling like dry cotton and throat almost raw.

“We found a cavern to stop in,” Natasha is on the other side, and I manage to turn my head to see her gathering bloody gauze and shoving it in a section of her bag. “You rest, we managed to stitch it up but you still lost a lot of blood.”

I cringe a bit as I swallow, trying to focus. “Steve?”

“We dropped contact,” Natasha says softly, looking over at me. “It’s safer until we know we aren’t followed.” I manage to nod, and she passes me some water and a straw. “How are you feeling?”

I take a sip, some of the sharp throbbing in my head easing. “I’m ok.” Everything hurts, but we’re safe and alive. “As soon as I’m able to move, we can get to a safer area.”

“Don’t force it,” Wanda rests her hand on my head, easing some of the pain. “We can accelerate some of the healing, but the blood… Well, we need to make sure you’re well enough to travel before we move again.”

I grunt a bit, managing to turn to look around the cavern. There are two backpacks resting by my feet, in close reach for any other emergencies. I notice the frown on Natasha’s face before the gun appears, and I try to sit up when she shifts. “Natasha-“

“Stay here.” She doesn’t look away from the entrance, silently padding into the open as Wanda checks my gauze. Though Wanda seems unconcerned, I can only imagine how exhausted she must be between the mission and trying to help me heal faster.

“Don’t worry about me,” Wanda says quietly, magic still floating around the wound. “I’m keeping you stable until we return to the compound- Banner’s machine should be able to regrow the cells and help you recover faster.”

Natasha returns, and seconds later I see Steve in uniform and rushing to my side. I blink, sure it’s a dream, but he gently takes my hand and strokes my knuckles as he kneels beside me. “Steve…”

“Shhh, rest baby,” His voice is soft and gentle, grip flexing before he leans over and presses warm lips to my temple.

“What are you doing here?” I frown, trying to move my hand free and a bit overwhelmed. “Why now? Why after all this time?”

“Did you think I would let you go?” I make a face, opening my mouth to argue, but he continues on before I can speak. “I love you, Maggie. I’ll never let you go again.” I try to move, but nurses move as Wanda lifts me with her powers, bringing me into the jet and a machine before the pain in the shift takes over, bringing me back to the darkness.

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[saidrolav]

Laundry virgin

Steve rogers x gn!reader

Summary: You and Steve go on a little cute date after you met at the laundromat.

Warnings: none!! Pure fluff!

A/N: it's been a while but i'm back with the sequel of that fic you guys liked so muuuuch!!

part one!

not my gif!

Since you met at the laundromat, Steve and you talked very little by messages and even less by calls. The poor old man was indeed bad with smartphones and you only talked when you were calling or sending the first message, and Steve was always ending his messages by his name like he wasn't registered in your contacts. Plus, you were adults and both busy, both on each side with your works, family and other stuff.

When you came home the day you met, you were sure you had already seen or heard the name "Steve Rogers". You googled it and with horror found out that he was the one and only, Captain America, and you were even more mortified realizing that you flirted with him which made your messages a little bit colder than they were because... he's an adult super hero right ? You were a bit lost, about your feelings, about how you talked to him and about his feelings, what if you had imagined everything ? Steve, on his side, had never been happier, the person that he thought was the most beautiful on earth was talking to him, daily, every message you sent was bringing a smile to his face. He indeed noticed that your mood changed but he just thought that it was because you guys only saw each other once and that you were hesitant to open up to him because, he was still an stranger to you.

When he realized that he frowned, bit his lip then managed to write a message that sounded like: "Hi, it's been a while since we've seen each other. Would you like if we met at Grand Branks at 7 p.m tomorrow ? If you're available, Steve." He was always really formal in his message, his inner old soul did this, he was writing a message like he was writing a letter he was just that way.

You received that message when you were going out of the shower, you putted on a towel and went to check your phone, you had heard the familiar ring from the bathroom. You take it in your hands, open it and your breath get caught in your throat as you see the name that appears on the screen, and you nearly choke as you read the message. A million of "oh-my-god" go though your head before your brain decide to work and search if you had anything planned tomorrow, you figured out that you didn't and with trembling fingers answered. "No i'm not busy so I guess I'll see you tomorrow here, can't wait, Y/N." You were formal only because he was and you thought it was weird if you weren't formal as he was. Steve received your message with the same smile you had when you sent it.

The time of the date arrived quickly, and you both were stressed as hell, you both also putted on your favourite outfits, and you both were really excited to see each other! Steve was at the restaurant thirty minutes early and was cracking his fingers one by one of nervousness. What if you didn't come? What if he was wrong about your intentions? What if you just wanted to be friends? I mean friends can invite each other at the restaurant right-Oh. His thoughts were stopped completely when he saw you walking in the restaurant, you haven't saw him so he watched you carefully as you were looking for him, his eyes were so glued to you that he didn't think about indicating to you were he was, he was just admiring from afar. His heart was racing in his chest but skipped a beat when your eyes met and he swears his jaw was on the floor, you were perfect. If he could he would've married you right here, right now.

You became red when you saw how handsome he was, he was perfectly dressed, between the casual and the classy, but you became redder when you saw how he was looking at you, he was basically undressing you with his eyes and it was giving you butterflies. You quickly made you way over him and he stood up as fastly. He gave you a flash of his beautiful smile and hugged you while whispering a shaky "Hi". You answered the same way while hugging him, he took your chair so you could sit on it then sit at his. A little bit a gentlemen-y wasn't so bad after all.

"Did i made you wait ?" You chuckled a bit and he returned your laugh.

"Don't worry, you're right on time, i'm the one early, bad habit." He took his glass while smiling and drank a bit of whatever was in it.

"Bad habit ? I don't think everyone would agree with you." You took the menu in your hands and chuckled. "Did you made your choice yet ? There's do many dishes i feel like i'm losing my mind.."

He laughed at your remark and putted down the menu before putting one of his hands in his hair quickly. "Don't worry you're not the only one losing your mind here, that's why I'm here early so I can choose which dish I will pick, and I still haven't made my choice." It was your turn to laugh and Steve thought that he wanted to make your beautiful laugh his ringtone, creepy, but that's how much he loved your voice and everything about you.

The night spent, perfectly, you both were a bit tipsy from the bottle of wine you had drank but not enough to be super drunk. Just enough to give you both a boost of confidence. He walked you home to your appartment because it was getting dark and you were cold, so he gave you his jacket which you appreciated a lot because, it smelt like the super soldier. Though the night you spent with him, he was so sincere and kind with you that you completely forgot about the fact that he was the Captain America, he was just a beautiful human being, and that was enough. You soon arrived in front of your appartment and you both let go each other hand that you were holding because of the cold, yeah right, the cold. Steve looked at you with stars in his ocean eyes and you swore at that moment that was the prettiest thing that you ever seen in your entire life. You saw his beautiful eyes looking softly at your lips but quickly returning back to your eyes. You thought he was going to kiss you right here right now but then.

He kissed your right cheek while caressing your other one. "Have a good night Y/N.." is what he purred in your ear with a charming smile and you felt your knees go weak, your cheeks were crimson and you just stood there, watching him slowly go away in the corridor.

Steve had the door in his hand when he heard fast running coming towards the stairs, he arched an eyebrow then turned around only to feel two arms and a body crashing into him just as the lips that were on his. This scent, he knew it, it was you. He slowly closed his eyes as his body was slamming on the door semi-opened, he returned the fever kiss as it was burning on his lips and changed your positions so you could be on the door, you were kissing each other like two animals but then you heard a door noise and your both bodies went straight and turned around like two kids who had been caught doing something bad. Plus, both of your faces were red tomato and you were trying to catch your breaths.

You saw that old man of Mr.Nakajima, opening the door with his brows furrowed, oh he was angry. "Are you trying to wake me up ? Because you did! Just get a room! These kids..." He slammed his door shut and you and Steve remained calm until that and you burst out in laughters. Steve watched you and picked you up as you let out a small scream: "What do you think you're doing Steve ?"

He laughed and replied quickly: "Getting a room!"

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

Falling in Fall

Summary; Steve Rogers x Fe!OC (Noelle Harlow) - Steve never thought he would find someone who he could spend his life with, outside of the Avengers of course. But what happens when that someone turns out to work inside his home?

Ever since coming out of the ice, Love had been the last thing on Steve’s mind. Without Peggy, he didn’t really know where to look. Sure, he’d managed to fall in love with her within a matter of days and it took another few months before either of them would make a move. But she had been a constant in his life. One of the very few people in Steve’s life who he could always count on. 

And, over the years, that number had gotten so low he could count the amount of people he trusted - mostly with his personal life - on one hand. 

Steve trusted his teammates. They would have his back the same as he would have theirs. But a personal life? They all kept their own to their own. 

It was safer that way. 

And out of everyone, Steve’s was the safest. 

He didn’t have anyone. 

Romantically, anyhow. 

That was until late one night when he couldn’t sleep and decided to take a walk. 

In all honesty, Steve didn’t know why he couldn’t sleep. He was tired; he knew that much, but something was still keeping him awake. So, he took a walk. Going from his floor and down the staircase and towards a random level. 

It was so peaceful, how quiet it was. All day Tony had scientists and PhD doctors running in and out of every lab and office doing god-knows-what. Steve never really paid attention when Tony would explain what was going on. Not for the lack of trying, however. Lord, he tried but he was a 40s guy. He could barely understand how to work Stark’s brand new tablet. 

But, he was slowly getting the hang of it. He understood the basics but when Tony began using tech-lingo, it flew right over his head. 

All the lights were out in the halls. The darkness, usually something that would place Steve on edge, was calming. The only people awake in this building right now was himself and Norm, the security guard, and maybe a few other security details about the place. 

However, as Steve - dressed in a grey t-shirt, blue joggers and black socks - made his way a little further down the hall the peaceful silence was inturrupted by a woman’s voice. 

“Stupid. Stupid damn machine and your springs and your metal- Stupid.”

Slowly as Steve turned the corner, he was met with the light from the lab where he saw a woman stood in a white lab coat, her hair a little messy and her glasses slightly down her nose before she pushed them back up. 

Steve didn’t realise his inital thoughts at first. She intruiged him. No-one else was here and yet, here she was, working away, yelling at pieces of metal.

“Need a little help?”

The woman quickly spun around in search of the voice when she spotted him at the door. 

“Can you use a screw driver?”

“I can.”

She seemed to visably relax. “Please.”

Steve walked inside, picking up the screwdriver from the side before asking where and what he needed to do. She intructed him and he followed her orders whilst she tinkered with something else. 

“If you don’t mind me asking-”

“What am I doing up at 2 in the morning? Working late.” She answered. “I --” she fixed something else. “I had a breakthrough at lunch and I’ve been in here ever since. Only, the metal scraps don’t seem to want to working with me today.”

Steve gave a smile as she spoke and even began to talk to the items in front of her. 

“Now, will you work for me? Just this once? Please, because then we can both go home and go to bed and not have Tony come in with a gallon of coffee for me to drink.”

“Do you always talk to your tools?”

“Only when they don’t work.” She smiled. “Oh, my god. You must think I’m rude. I haven’t introduced myself. God, you come down here at 2 in the morning and find a mad woman talking to inanimate objects. I’m Noelle. Noelle Harlow.”

Steve shook her hand. “Steve Rogers.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Steve smiled. “So, how long have you worked for Tony?”

“A few- wait. Is this some kind of test? Is Tony listening right now? Jarvis!”

Steve chuckled. “No, no. No test. Just curious.”

“Oh, well...a few years.” Noelle answered. “He took me on when I was doing my PhD.”

“You’re a Doctor?”

Noelle smiled. “I am.”

“But this is the 4th floor.”

Steve had a point. 4th floor was reserved for trainee and grad-students only. Not fully qualified Doctors. 

Noelle smiled. “Tony offered me a bigger lab, but I like it down here. And this way, I’m closer to my team who I supervise.”

“How come I’ve never seen you before? Around the labs, I mean?”

“I’m usually either here or at home asleep.” Noelle told him. 

“Is it a habit of yours to work late or is Tony trying to create a mass army of mini-hims?”

Noelle chuckled at this as she turned back around to look at him. “Do you usually ask this many questions when you meet stangers at 2 in the morning?”

Steve lowered his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m bothering you-” Steve began to move from his seat realising he’s probably been distracting her from her work this whole time, asking her questions. 

Noelle was quick to shake her head. “No. No, you’re not bothtering me. It’s actually nice to have some company for a change. Usually it’s just me and my tools. The conversations can lack some times, especially since they can’t actually talk back to me. Please, stay. But, only if you want to. I don’t wanna keep you from...Avenger stuff...”

Truthfully, Noelle didn’t fully know what the Avenger’s did. She knew they saved the world, but what did they do when they weren’t doing that? Play twister? 

Steve decided to stay and try and find out more about Noelle. She intruiged him. She...she made him feel something. Something he’d only felt when he first saw Peggy. That...attraction. He wanted to know more. He needed to know more. 

So, by the time it came to Noelle finishing up Steve decided to take the jump. 

“I know I’ve just met you but...would you wanna get a cup of coffee some time?”

Noelle turned back to look and him and smiled. “I’d love to.”

“Great.”

“I’m free tomorrow, if you’re not doing anything...” Noelle told him. 

Inside her head, she was scolding herself for seeming desperate. They’ve just met and their going for coffee. Isn’t this thing usually a ‘i’ll see you in a week’ thing? Not a ‘I hope I’ll see you tomorrow thing’?

But, rather than looking put off, Steve smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

By the time tomorrow came, neither the Avenger or the Doctor could wait. 

It was odd, really. Noelle had gone most of her life expecting to spend it in a lab. She wouldn’t be surprised if she was born in one at this point. And then, just by simple chance, she had met a man. She had found conversation with someone, let alone it be Captain America of all people. Noelle had found someone who made her think of something else than going back to her lab to continue work - that made her remember she had another life outside of work. 

Their small coffee date took them from a coffee cart and into the park, walking amongst the falling leaves. Both were wrapped up warm, a cup of coffee in their hands. Steve in jeans, sweater, boots and coat whilst Noelle had dressed herself in something similar. Both looked like they’d just been picked out of a Hallmark movie. 

“So, tell me. How does a ‘skinny kid’ from Brooklyn find himself leading a team of Avengers?”

Steve couldn’t stop smiling as he talked to her. He hadn’t realised how much he had missed this. Just...talking to someone. Talking to someone who didn’t treat him like Captain America or ‘Cap’. Talking to someone who treated him as just...Steve. 

“Well,” Steve began, “I was trying to get into the army and after making a few adjustments to my application.”

“Wait- You lied? You lied on your enlistment form?”

Steve shrugged. “Adjusted.”

But, Noelle just laughed as they continued walking. “Steve Rogers. America’s Golden Boy, lying on his enlistment forms. What a scandle!”

Steve smiled with a laugh. “Okay, fine. I might have lied.”

“What did you change?”

“Where I lived.” Steve told her. “Anytime Bucky found my rejected forms he’d get so pissed at me. One, for still trying to serve but second for whereever I said I came from. I said I came from New Jersey once - he went on for 30 minutes about how I could have chosen anywhere else.”

“You’re really close, aren’t you?”

“Ever since we were kids.” Steve smiled. “So, what about you? How does Stark find himself with a Doctor who refuses to leave the 4th floor?”

“Well, I got my BA in Engineering at Oxford. I came back to the states to go to MIT for a year before flying back to England and living there for the rest of my time. And then, after I graduated, I got a call. The Dean wanted me to come and study my PhD at MIT - full ride. So, I accepted but it wasn’t until I landed that I found out I had a couple of strings attached. Not that I minded them so much. I would have to teach a couple of classes at a local school before I would then spend what time I had left working for Tony. By the time I finished, Tony wanted me working full time and years later...here I am.”

Their conversation continued from family life all the way to people-watching, wondering what people were talking about and thinking about as they walked through the park. 

Before they knew it, they had - unspokenly - extended their date into dinner. Steve knew the best place to get some food so after 10 more minutes of walking, Noelle and Steve found themselves inside a small diner/cafe place where the staff seemed to know Steve by first name basis. 

“I’m guessing you come here a lot?”

Steve nodded but before he could give a verbal reply a woman who looked to be in her mid-sixties came over and answered for him. 

“Every week before closing. Usually he’s trying to hide from his work in here with a decent meal and a good cup of coffee. Hi, I’m Tilly.”

“Noelle.”

“Steven, she’s beautiful.” Tilly whispered not so silently to Steve. “You’re a lucky man.”

Steve smiled, and even gave a small blush. “That she is, Tilly.”

“How’s your date been, Honey? He been treatin’ you right?”

“It’s been wonderful,” Noelle said. “Thank you.”

“How about...2 of the house specials?”

“That sounds great.”

“Coming right up.”

Once again, they talked. They talked about everything and anything, but, like everything it came to an end and landed them outside her apartment. 

“This was...nice.” 

“Yeah...”

Although he was once again nervous, Steve found the words falling quicker out of his mouth than he had wished to. 

“Would you want to, maybe, do this again some time? If you just wanna leave it be, I’ll understand-”

However, Steve was cut off when Noelle reached up and kissed his cheek. “I’d love to do it again. I’m busy tomorrow but maybe we could work something out?”

“I’d like that.”

Smiling, Noelle kissed his cheek again before backing into front door. “Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, Noelle.”

The next day, Noelle was stuck once again under another contraption of her own design. It was at times like this that made her question her choices when she was growing up. 

With every spring she put in, another one popped out. It was like whac-a-mole in an arcade. 

“You son of a-”

“Noelle?” 

Steve. 

“Down here?”

“Where?” Steve moved around the lab a bit before he saw her lower legs and fett sticking out from underneath what looked like the base of Dum-E but about 10x bigger. “Oh, there.”

“Hey, sorry. I’ll be done in a moment. Stupid - Stay. Good spring. No!”

Steve tried his best to surpress his chuckle. “You okay?”

Sighing, Noelle rolled back out so she could finally see Steve. “No. Not unless you know anything about a power steering pump and whatever else the engineers upstairs decided to add to this...thing.” Noelle accidently hit the side of the contracption before it began to release some form of smoke. 

“Oh, crap.”

It took a few moments but the smoke stopped and Noelle managed to tighten whatever had gotten loose. 

“I know I’m not an engineer but I do know how to get a car working again.”

“Please, be my guest.” Noelle said, gesturing to the machine. 

“I -- I brought you some lunch by the way. I didn’t know what you’d like but the guy at the counter said that’s what you usually order.”

Noelle looked to the wrapped sandwich and orange juice on the counter behind her and smiled. Thankfully Steve was underneath the machine so he couldn’t see her major blush. 

“Thank you.”

“I thought we could have lunch together. I would have taken you somewhere nice but you said you don’t usually get much time off work so I thought maybe this could be our second date?”

“I prefer this.” 

From under the machine, Steve smiled. Somehow, for both of them, this felt more intimate - and romantic and sweet. He had brought her lunch and now he was helping her fix a project.

It took another half hour but, by tag-teaming, they managed to fix the bottom of the machine and ate the rest of lunch together. 

But, since the world is...the world, Steve was called away for training at Shield HQ. However, as more hours passed in silence, it was reaching towards 9pm when Noelle made her way back into the lab and found a hot cup of coffee at her desk with a note on top. 

I really enjoyed today (and yesterday)

And on the other side...

Would you like to get dinner with me on Friday night? 

Smiling, Noelle pulled her phone from her pocket and typed a response to Steve. 

Thanks for the coffee x 

I’d love to get dinner x

Except, as Friday came around, as much as the date had been on her mind, Steve saying he’d pick her up at 7, it seemed to slip her mind. 

“Hold on, I’m coming!” Noelle quickly opened the door, an apron covering her clothes and scattered in brownie, cupcake and cookie batter. “Steve?” 

Standing in front of her door, very confused, with a boque of flowers in his hands, Steve began to talk. 

“Hey, are you- Is everything okay?”

“Oh, crap. Our date. I --” she looked to her apron. “am so sorry. I - I should have called.”

“It’s okay. Do you...do you need any help?”

“No, I should be-” A bell rang. “Just...give me a minute.” 

Running through her hallway and into the kitchen, Steve looked around before entering and closing the door behind him. 

“I have a goddaughter. Her mom should have been helping her bake for tomorrow’s bake sale at school. They’re doing it at the weekend for the town fair. But - ow - her husband landed himself in hospital so now, Charlotte - that’s my goddaughter - she’s at her grandparents and I’m handling the baking.” Noelle explained however, when she looked up she found Steve removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves of sweater. 

“What are you doing?”

“Helping.”

“No, Steve. You don’t have-”

“I don’t. But I want to.”

Noelle smiled after a split second. “Okay, but...hold on.”

Reaching into a closet, Noelle pulled out a second apron and, standing on her tiptoes, she placed the apron over Steve’s head, allowing him to tie the strings around his back. 

“Thank you,”

She kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome.”

“Okay, so what do you need me to do?” Steve asked as he looked to the kitchen island that was covered in cupcake trays, cookies and brownies. 

Noelle looked around herself before holding out a spatula. “Icing.”

“Icing.” Steve nodded, taking the spatula from her. 

After an hour, Noelle looked to Steve who was icing the third batch of cupcakes. 

“I’m sorry about tonight. I was really looking forward to it.”

“It’s okay.” Steve said with a light smile. 

The lights around them had dimmed a little so the setting seemed a little bit more romantic than your average kitchen light. 

“Raincheck?”

“Sure.” Steve smiled. 

If he was being completely honest, he prefered this. It was easier - for both of them. Out in a resturant, it wouldn’t be long until the whole world was watching them. Like this...they could be themselves and not be out of breath when running away from the paps. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah...just cramping.” 

“Let me.”

Steve stepped away from his station and towards hers, helping stir the thicker mixture around the bowl. 

“Why did you decide to stay tonight? I know you’re America’s number 1 when it comes to helping, but...I forgot about our date.”

“I don’t care about that.” Steve told her. “I care that I get to see you, and talk to you. Whether it be at a resturant or...here. I’m just happy to be with you.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah.”

Their voices were in a whisper now, standing so close to one another that there wasn’t an inch between either of them. It was like they were in their own little world, not a care for anyone other than them, here, in this moment. 

As Steve leaned down, Noelle leaning up, they met in the middle with a kiss that felt like nothing every before. And, as cheesy as that sounds, it was true. 

With a hand on his cheek, she pulled him closer as he did with her, wrapping his arms around her to hold her just that little bit closer. 

However, as they left the kiss the bell from the oven rang. 

“I’m starting to think the world hates me.”

Steve smiled, slowly letting her go from his hold so she could get the last of the cookies out of the oven. 

“20 more minutes and we should be done.”

It was forty minutes, but neither seemed to mind. Steve removed his apron as did Noelle before they placed on their coats and, stacked with tubs of cakes, cookies and brownies, they made their way to her car before dropping them off at Charlotte’s grandparent’s home. 

“Noelle!”

“Hey, honey!” 

Charlotte came charging at Noelle, wrapping her arms around her waist as Amelia and Derek came around the corner helping carry in some of the baked goods. 

“Oh, my god.”

Noelle turned around and found Charlotte stood looking up to Steve. 

“Oh, yeah. Erm...Lottie, this is Steve.”

“Nice to meet you.” Charlotte shook his hand, her mouth wide open and eyes wide before she moved over to Noelle and whispered; “Is Captain America your boyfriend?”

Noelle blushed very visably, and Steve smiled as she did so, however Noelle was quick to change the subject. 

“Uh...shouldn’t you be fast asleep in bed?”

“Yes, she should.” Amelia answered as she came around the corner. “But her mom called and said you were helping and so-”

Charlotte jumped up and down holding onto Noelle’s hand. “Can you read me a bedtime story? Pleaseeeee.”

Noelle looked towards Steve who just gave her a smile. “Will you be okay for 10 minutes?”

“Of course. Go ahead.”

“Yay!” 

“I’ll be back soon.”

Charlotte pulled Noelle up the stairs, rambling on about another book she had gotten from school. 

However, after finishing up Lottie’s bedtime story Noelle came downstairs to find Steve stood helping Derek set up a shelf above the TV. 

“Don’t worry, I offered.”

Noelle smiled. “Of course you did.”

“Why didn’t you tell any of us you were dating, honey?” Amelia asked. 

Noelle freezed up for a short moment. Was she meant to tell people? She spent so much time in the lab, most of them thought she’d have a psychotic break one day and marry her tools. 

“Oh, well...erm...” Noelle tried to think of an explanation but so much had happened in the last three days that she hadn’t had time to take a phone call. 

“Oh, doll, leave the poor girl be.” Derek told his wife. “She can have secrets from us. God knows Hattie prys so much into her life she deserves to keep something to herself.”

Steve just looked back to Noelle with a soft grin on his face. If she wasn’t careful she might just fall in love right then and there. 

And Derek did have a point. Hattie - her best friend since highschool - always tried to stick her nose into Noelle’s life. It wasn’t that it wasn’t unwanted, but...Derek was right. She deserved to keep something to herself for a while. 

“But I warn you, son. Don’t you hurt our Noelle. She’s a smart girl and anyone would be lucky to have her.”

Steve just gave a knowing smile. “I don’t plan on it, Sir.”

A few moments later they had the shelf up and Noelle and Steve left the house, heading back for the car. 

“I’m sorry about them. It’s just...they’re like family to me and they can get a little...involved? sometimes.”

Steve, tucking his hands into his coat, just smiled. He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled this much. 

“It’s okay.” Steve told her. “I’d be the same if it was my daughter. They want the best for you.”

“Yeah.” Noelle nodded. “Thank you, for staying tonight. You didn’t have to. Especially after I forgot about-”

“I meant what I said, Noelle.” Steve reassured her. “I’m just happy to be with you...wherever that may be.”

Noelle looked up and met Steve’s eyes. God, he was perfect. 

Neither said a word, just leaned in and shared another kiss. At first, it was a simple kiss until there was an unspoken agreement that they wouldn’t break it just yet. 

Noelle’s arms locked around his neck and shoulders whilst his arms pulled her in closer by the waist. 

Maybe she was falling in love...maybe they both were.

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[ana-swritings]

Kinktober 2022 - Day 17

Day 17 of Kinktober

Kink: Toys

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC (Ivy)

Words: 1198

T.W.: N/A

Summary: Trying new things

- “It’s in the bottom drawer of my nightstand.” – Ivy yelled from the shower. She had been through an exhausting shift at the hospital and that shower was just what she needed to help her relax. Steve had just asked her for some tissues to add to his tactical belt and she knew she had a few extra packs in there, but she completely forgot what else she was there.

Steve opened the drawer, expecting to find the tissues and not much else, so, when he saw what was kept there as well, he couldn’t help the smirk or the chuckle that left his lips. Alongside the extra packs of tissues was a vibrator and a very pornographic magazine. “So this is how she keeps herself busy on those lonely nights while I’m on a mission. Interesting.”, he thought, already planning on how to take advantage of this new-found knowledge.

Coming out of the bathroom, Ivy found Steve sitting on the edge of the bed, with a devilish smile on his lips. She looked at him, confused at what could be the reason behind that smirk. Sure, she was coming out of the bathroom butt-naked but it wasn’t the first time. That’s when she saw the drawer open and she remembered. “Fuck! He found it.”, she thought, her cheeks heating up at the awkwardness of the situation she was founding herself in.

- “So…”

- “So…” – She answered, not sure if she wanted to have this conversation with him.

It wasn’t like she was embarrassed that she had a vibrator, it wasn’t that. She was embarrassed because she didn’t want him to think that he didn’t satisfy her, because he did. He really did. She only ever used that thing before she started dating him and when he was on a mission and she needed some relief. Nothing else.

- “Pink? Really? I assumed you would go for black or something like that. After all, it’s one of your favorite colors, but pink…? That’s new.” – Steve had to tease her a little, he just had to. Seeing her blushing furiously, he knew she was gonna be fun to mess with.

He didn’t mind that she had a vibrator. He was sure that she wasn’t the only woman in New York to have one. She has needs and long before they started dating he knew that she had to have some sort of release from some of the stress. Everyone else has an escape from the stress. Apparently, using a vibrator was hers. As long as she’s happy, he’s happy, even if it means sharing her with a sex toy. He actually thought it was funny and he definitely wanted to try it on her. But for now, he was having fun teasing her.

- “Steve, I-I can explain… You see... I…”

- “Ivy, it’s fine. I’m just messing with you. I don’t mind. It’s okay.”

- “You don’t? It is?”

- “Ivy, yes, it’s fine. It actually gave me a few ideas.” – He said to her, that smirk still on his lips.

Moving towards her, Steve pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Grabbing her waist, he threw her on the bed and undressed himself. He made a trail of kisses starting under her earlobe and ending on her breasts. Massaging one, he put the other in his mouth, sucking, licking and biting her nipple, making her moan his name. He moved his hand from her breast further south and, soon, he was rubbing her clit. Steve felt her squirm under him, her moans getting louder and her hands were now tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. She hit her peak and came, screaming his name.

Ivy didn’t know what to think. Sure, she loved sex with Steve, but what did he meant with it giving him a few ideas? She didn’t know, but those thoughts were soon replaced with the sheer pleasure that he was giving her. She didn’t care how loud she was being, all she cared about was the amount of pleasure he was giving her. After hitting her peak, she felt Steve get up and lean over the bed. Kissing her, he turned the vibrator on and rubbed it on her stiff nipples. The sensation was amazing. The vibration of the toy spread quickly to her whole body and she knew that, by now, she was drenched and aching for him.

Steve started with her nipples, but the ultimate target was her pussy. He couldn’t wait to see how she would react to have him fuck her with the toy. Moving the toy to her mount, he began rubbing her clit with it. He saw her squirm in pleasure, begging him not to stop, until he saw her shaking and heard her scream his name as she came. Sliding it to her folds, he took his time before thrusting it inside of her. By now, she was grabbing the sheets as if her life depended on it and he knew it wouldn’t take long for her to come again. Thrusting it in and out of her, he saw her come again and again. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to be inside of her.

Pulling the toy out, Steve quickly replaced it with his cock and started thrusting inside of her, hitting her core with each thrust. He put the toy over her clit, increased the vibration and left it there. She was a moaning mess, and he could feel her cramping around his cock, over and over again. Steve knew that, at that rhythm, he wasn’t gonna be able to hold on for much longer. Whispering it in her ear, she begged him to come with her, she wanted to feel him come inside of her.

Steve gave it all he had. He thrusted inside her as if there was no tomorrow, feeling the vibration of the toy on the base of his cock and making him want to come even more. A couple of fast and hard thrusts and he felt her cramping around his cock, which, in return, made him come inside of her, just like she wanted.

Taking the vibrator and placing it on his nightstand, he got out from inside of her and laid next to her, both trying to catch their breaths. As soon as Steve was able, he got up and went to the bathroom to retrieve a wet cloth. Coming back to the bed, he spread her legs and cleaned her up. Taking a look at Ivy, he saw the smile of pure bliss on her lips and he knew that she was happy.

Discarding the cloth to the hamper, he laid back down and pulled her close. She snuggled on his side and laid her head on his chest. Steve then remembered that he still hadn’t turned off the vibrator. Grabbing it, he shut it off and left it there. Feeling him caressing her hair was one of her favorites things and it didn't take long for Steve to notice that she was asleep.

“We definitely are going to do that again.”, he thought with a smile on his lips, before letting the sounds of the city lullaby him to sleep.

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[vbecker10]

Laundry Day

Loki's POV of events: How Could This Not Fit?!

Bucky's spin-off fic: Loads of Fun (different Y/N character) - in progress

Pairing: Loki x female reader (ofc)

Summary: You and Loki are living together in the Avengers Tower and you've asked him to help you with the laundry. You decide it's the perfect opportunity to prank him but that might not have been a good idea... not if you wanted to sleep tonight that is.

Warnings: ... um nothing really, alluding to sex but not much

A/N: I finished my laundry and was folding (trying desperately to fold) my fitted sheet and I came up with this silly little thing so... enjoy 💚

You take a bottle of water out of the fridge in the common kitchen, laughing to yourself as you shake your head.

"Something funny in the fridge?" Tony asks from the island, looking up from his tablet.

You turn to him and open the bottle. "No, I was just laughing about something that could possibly get me in a lot of trouble with Loki," you barely explain.

"I have no idea what that means," Steve says as he and Bucky join the conversation.

You take a sip of water and set the bottle on the island. "I was tired of being the one who did our laundry all the time so I told Loki he needed to help me with it today," you start to tell them.

"Still not seeing the funny," Tony says sarcastically.

"I'm getting there," you wave away his comment and he chuckles. "So anyway, I told him to help and he did... an okay job of it. I mean, the dryer and him got in a bit of a fight but we finally got it done," you continue.

"Did he break the dryer cause I've gotta do like four loads of laundry tonight?" Bucky asks concerned as he pulls out the stool next to Steve.

"How could you possibly have to do four loads of laundry?" Tony turns towards him. "You own one hoodie and three henleys at most," he adds.

"Can we get back to my problem?" you pull their attention back to yourself. "I might not have much time left," you joke but you aren't actually sure how long until Loki comes looking for you.

"What did you do to him?" Steve asks, sounding concerned for your safety. Loki would never hurt you of course, he loved you too much, but when you annoyed him you always found it hard to walk the next day.

"Well, he put all the laundry away using his magic but I told him that was cheating. He said it wasn't and we went back and forth for a bit until I made him a bet," you smile. Loki could never resist a wager, especially since he always assumed he would win, and he usually did. "I bet him... something," you suddenly realize you don't necessarily want the guys to know the dirty things you promised Loki and they all look away awkwardly for a moment as if they understood that.

"Right, whatever... so the bet was for him to make the bed himself, without his magic," you tell them.

"Look, I still don't like him very much but, give him a little credit. I think he's smart enough to figure it out," Bucky says.

"Yeah, that doesn't really seem like a bet you're going to win, Y/N," Steve agrees.

"Well... I might not have except for one teeny tiny little bitty detail," you assure them.

"Which is?" Tony asks with a mixture of curiosity and agitation that the story is taking so long.

"I switched the sheet set," you say, they all stare at you confused and you sigh. "I gave him a full size set... and we have a queen bed. There's not a chance in hell he's going to be able to get the fitted sheet on and if he does manage it, I'll know he used his magic and still win," you smile broadly, proud of yourself for tricking the trickster God.

"Well that's a dangerous game to play," Steve says and before you can respond you hear Loki coming down the hall.

"Y/N," he says when he enters the kitchen. You swallow as your mouth goes dry, he does not look happy. "You cheated," he says without question.

"No, I was just..." you try to explain but he walks towards you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"You... cheated," he says slowly as he backs you into the counter by the sink.

"I mean, only a little," you say with a smile but he doesn't smile back. "And I only did it to make sure you didn't use your magic," you quickly try to explain.

"Um, I think we should go... literally anywhere else," Steve says as Loki grips your waist with both hands and keeps you pressed between himself and the counter.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," Loki says with a smirk, still looking only at you. Without warning he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp and the suddenness of it and he uses one arm to hold you in place by the back of your legs as he turns to leave the kitchen. He pauses and picks up your water bottle. "You'll need to keep hydrated, it's going to be a very long night, love," he says as he carries you down the hall towards your room.

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[thatsashitplan]

he may be your husband who time-traveled to be with you, but do you have an entire section dedicated to your relationship in his exhibit in the Smithsonian museum?

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[geminigengar]

y/n in the avengers gc: everybody shut up this is a girlies of colour moment

steve: girlies of colour?

sam: aht aht! not you

bucky: what does that even mean

nat: it means ur white, james

rhodey: damn yall still talkin?

clint: its a free country

sam: its not a free group chat

y/n: show of hands gets to talk, raise ur hand if u dont burn in the sun

y/n: (🙋🏼/🙋🏽/🙋🏾/🙋🏿)

sam: 🙋🏾

rhodey: 🙋🏿

y/n: period. as i was fuckin saying-

thor: 🙋🏻

y/n: thor no

thor: i do not burn in the sun of midgard. :D

sam: goddamn it

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[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 1

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist

Rating:  E

Warnings:  On the series; smut, family trauma, bad workplaces  On this chapter; sexual innuendo

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count:  3109

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

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Chapter 1

It was the dream life.  An apartment on the upper west side of New York, located in a beautiful old brownstone.  A career in journalism.  Getting to interview an actual Avenger.  When Melody Danes boiled down her life to its bones, it was exactly how she had planned it out.

Of course, that did ignore some pretty glaring oversights.  Like how she actually had two jobs.  The journalist position was an underpaid internship that barely covered food let alone rent and bills.  Or that the internship was with the Daily Bugle, one of the most despicable publications in the world, with the worst boss she had ever worked for.  Or how she lived with her cousin in a one-bedroom apartment, because neither of them could afford anything bigger in the city - even with Bobbi working three jobs.  Something that left Melody relegated to a bed that was walled off from the rest of the living room with bamboo screens, while Bobbi got the bedroom because she paid the bigger portion of the rent.  Or the fact that the apartment itself was a shit hole that had unreliable plumbing, heat, and super to fix anything.

Still, she didn’t like to complain.  She was in New York, the city she’d dreamed about living in her whole life.  Plus, there were worse roommates than Bobbi.  Melody and Bobbi had grown up in the same small town in Oregon.  They weren’t technically even cousins, but rather the children of best friends who had been born a few months apart.  The two ‘cousins’ had grown up together being subjected to years and years of taunting about when the two would get married, and constant mentions of Bobbi being Melody’s boyfriend despite the fact Melody had always seen Bobbi more as a sibling than a potential romantic partner.

Of course, back then Bobbi had been known as Roberto.  Interestingly, as soon as she’d transitioned, all jokes about Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez had stopped immediately because suddenly, it wasn't only Melody and Bobbi being made to feel uncomfortable but their parents as well.

The two had remained close throughout everything and had made the promise that they would support each other to get their dreams realized.  Melody’s dream of being a journalist or author, and Bobbi’s of acting.  Yes, there were occasional disagreements that popped up stemming from sharing such a small space, but through it all they’d held on to that support.

That was why, when Melody had come home freaking out about the fact she was going to interview the Captain America - and not just for a short piece, but an in-depth personality profile over a week, Bobbi was the first one to congratulate her.  She then brought all her friends from her job at the dinner theatre to help find her something to wear.

It was why she was now headed down East 45th in heels that were a little too big and a pantsuit that was a little flashier than she would have liked, looking for the Comfort Diner.

Despite being a little wobbly on her feet, she felt good.  Nervous.  Excited.  But good.  The pantsuit did make her look professional, and her friends had done her hair so her black curls were pinned back in an almost 1920s-style wave that was folded over in a loop at the nape of her neck.  Her makeup was immaculate and her copper complexion gave off an almost glow in the light.  More importantly, this interview was her golden ticket.  It wasn’t even supposed to be Melody that got this interview.  The person who was originally assigned to it had written one too many scathing think pieces about the Avengers. She’d been told neither Captain Rogers nor any of the other Avengers were willing to talk to her anymore.  A quick scramble through the other reporters had only brought back people who were either in the middle of assignments or were equally loathed by the Avengers and so they had handed it to the intern with the most promise.  Melody Danes.

As she made her way down the street, her heel caught in a crack in the pavement. It was just a brief catch, but given her shoes were the wrong size it caused her to stumble forward directly into a huge wall of muscle.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” the wall said as it steadied her with large hands.

She was about to answer that ‘she was until some stranger called her ma’am’ when she looked up into the clear blue eyes of Captain America, and the words caught in her throat.

He was somehow even more attractive in person.  He had a broad chest and muscular arms that seemed to be testing the tensile strength of his shirt as he supported her.

That was not what drew her attention most.  His face held her captivated.  His skin was flawless, his pores so small they almost looked airbrushed out, and his complexion was the color of peaches and cream.  He had a square jaw and a straight, narrow nose that both exuded masculinity. Yet, his high cheekbones, full lips, and long dark eyelashes were all beautifully feminine.  All this paired with the pale blue of his eyes and for a moment she was lost for words.

“I’m fine,” she said when her brain finally kicked into place again.  “Embarrassed mostly.  I’m actually going to meet you for lunch.”

“You’re the one from the Bugle?” Steve asked, his tone giving away his surprise.

“That’s right,” she said, straightening herself out.  She offered him her hand.  “I’m Melody Dane from DB.  Is that okay?”

“Of course,” Steve replied, shaking her hand.  “I guess you just weren’t what I expected.”

The two began making their way to the diner together, both still staring at each other.

“What were you expecting?” she asked.

Steve shrugged.  “I don’t know, to be honest.  A trilby with a press pass sticking out of it?”

She started laughing.  “I’ll wear one next time.  Though I do have my press pass here if you’d like me to stick it in my hair or something.”

Steve’s laughter joined her and he shook his head.  “That’s okay.  You can keep it in your purse.”

They entered the cute little 50s-style diner and took one of the booths up the back.  The greeter set them up with menus and left to get their drinks while they decided what they wanted.  She set up her recorder and notepad on the table.

“So, I’m not sure what it is you were after,” Steve said as his eyes flicked over the menu.  “The Bugle is always just investigative reporting, and if I’m honest, they don’t do a great job investigating.”

She laughed.  “You’re telling me,” she said.  “It’s barely above a tabloid magazine.  It runs on sensationalism.  But with the way that the internet is affecting print media, they’re trying to branch out into different things.  This is technically a profile piece for a yet-to-be-named magazine.  They want a story about the man behind the shield.  I’ll come talk to you a few times over the next week.  We’re going to do a little tour of Brooklyn so you can tell me how it’s changed.  Other than that, whatever access you’re willing to give me, the better I can craft the article.  I’m not here to make you look bad.  We just want a piece that shows the world that there’s more to you than a flag.”

“How does that fit in with Jameson’s whole superhero menace thing he does?  I mean, this was going to be conducted by Norah Winters, right?  She’s not exactly our biggest fan either?” Steve asked.

“I’m not Norah Winters,” Melody said.  “Norah Winters couldn’t even get you to agree to sit down with her.  I’m hoping that the fact they chose me after running through just about everyone else in the paper, might allow for some room to grow trust.”

Steve nodded and poured himself a glass of water. “Okay.  Well, I’m here.  I guess we’ll see how we go.”

“My first question is; why did you want me to meet you here?  You were asleep for the 1950s, so it can’t be a nostalgia thing,” she asked.

“Honestly?  I’ve never actually been here before,” Steve said.  “I just wanted somewhere that wasn’t intruding on my space, that was relaxed enough that I didn’t feel like I was on display.”

“Do you often feel on display?” she asked.

“All the time,” he said.  “Since the day I was given the serum.  It’s part of the job.  There are people out there who are okay just saving the day and slinking back into the shadows, but what I do - or at least what I hope I’m doing - is giving people someone to rally behind.  It means that I draw attention to myself and I have to make sure that what I believe in is stated clearly or people use me as a symbol of oppression.  It means that I need to teach with actions, not words.”

The waitress came over with the drinks and Melody and Steve placed their orders.  She opted for the soup and sandwich, while Steve went for the steak.

When she was alone again, she took a sip of her coffee and watched Steve toy with his cup. The white branded mug looked tiny in his hands.  “Does that get hard?” she asked.  “Being on all the time.  I mean no one is perfect.”

He nodded.  “But I hope what I do helps in some way.  Not just the obvious ones where I save lives because of an alien attack.  But maybe if people see that I am standing up for people, they might do it too.  I mean - I wasn't always this-” he gestured vaguely to himself.  “I was this tiny guy with a huge list of medical conditions….”

“I did read that list,” she said.  She’d done her research coming into this.  She’d known Steve Rogers had been marked 4F several times and that the list of his medical conditions was as long as her arm.  “People always seem to always focus on the asthma, but some of those conditions are debilitating.”

Steve nodded.  “I was a perpetual letdown for my father.  All he wanted was a good strong son who could follow in his footsteps, but what he got was a sick kid they didn’t expect would make it to adulthood,” he explained.  “The ulcers paired with the anemia were the worst.  I had to eat a pound of raw liver a day but I was constantly throwing up or having heartburn.  You're right, there were a lot of conditions but those two were the worst.  It’s given me a weird relationship with food now.”

She was surprised by how open he was.  She’d expected him to be a little more closed off this early on and yet, he was freely sharing details about the trouble he had growing up.  “What do you mean by that?”

The waiter chose that moment to bring over their meals.  Steve looked down at the steak in front of him.  “Well, take this,” he said.  “Steak is fine.  But is it what I wanted?  I’m not even sure.  I chose it because it looked like it was the best combination of protein and carbohydrates to get me through until dinner.  The serum has made it so I burn through calories so fast, so if I eat something like pancakes or pie, I end up having a crash an hour or so later.  And I can’t have that because it means I have to eat again.  And for a guy who grew up through the great depression with medical conditions that made it so that he had to eat pounds of raw meat that I’d just end up throwing up - well I can’t take constantly eating throughout the day.”

Her heart broke for him and she had to resist the urge to reach over the table and take his hand.  “So what you’re saying is, you really wished you’d ordered pancakes?”

He gave a little side nod.  “Kinda, yeah,” he said.  “But even acknowledging that out loud - I will still just eat this steak.  But I’ll feel uncomfortable eating in front of you because you’re a stranger, even though I need it to get through the rest of the day.”

She nodded in understanding.  The burden of trauma was a hard thing to shake.  Even if you were a superhero.  “That really does suck.  I do understand it though.  It’s hard to retrain yourself.  In fact, if you figure out how to do it, let me know.”

He smiled at her and began to cut his steak.  She took a moment to take a bite from her sandwich.  It was surprisingly good for something from a diner and she couldn’t help the soft hum that escaped her lips.  “I don’t want you to have to dwell too much on your illnesses if you don’t want to - but I do have one more specific question about it.  Is it true they used to treat asthma with cigarettes back then?”

Steve laughed.  “They used to treat lots of things with cigarettes,” he said.  “The asthma ones weren’t usually tobacco cigarettes mind you.  Not that they were necessarily better than tobacco ones.  If memory serves me arsenic and belladonna were some key ingredients used.  They also told my mom to give them to me for the scoliosis and heart palpitations.  But they played havoc on my stomach. They also told me I should drink a lot of coffee.”

She shook her head in disbelief.  “You ever wonder what the things we all accept as true now will be looked at as being completely crazy in the future?”

Steve thought for a moment and when he spoke it was almost like he was talking to himself.  “Circumcision.”

She nearly choked on her soup, which made Steve laugh and lean over, patting her on the back.  “I’m sorry.  It was the first thing that popped into my head.  I mean - that wasn’t even something people did much out of religious reasons back in my day.”

“You’re totally right.  They brought it in in the fifties to stop men masturbating, but I wasn’t expecting Captain America to bring up circumcision,” she said, still laughing.

“I’m so sorry,’ Steve said again.  “God - I can’t believe I did that.” 

“It’s fine,” she giggled. “Seriously.  Oh man…”

Steve ran his hand down his face.  “I will say this though,” he said.  “Even after all this time with the serum, I still feel like I’m that guy.  I still feel like that 95-pound piece of chewed bubblegum.  I still remember every time I got beaten by some bully trying to keep me down and I still remember getting up, because my mom always said you keep getting up or they win.  I still go into every battle remembering that and holding it with me, because I know what it’s like to have someone try and use their strength to keep me down and I don’t want anyone else to have to go through that.”

She nodded and wrote the quote ‘I still feel like that 95-pound piece of chewed up bubblegum’ into her notebook.  “What did it feel like when you changed?”

“It was really sudden.  I went into this thing that was like a metal coffin and pumped full of these drugs while they irradiated me.  The process was excruciatingly painful.  I started changing right away.  It felt like I was being stretched out in all directions.  Then it stopped and the pain stopped with it.  And not just the pain of the change.  All my pain.  My stomach didn’t hurt.  My chest didn’t hurt.  I didn’t have pain in my back.  When I took a breath it went in easily and filled my lungs.  And then on top of the very noticeable lack of pain, I had other things, like my heart didn’t feel like it was racing for a change.  I could see colors properly.  I don’t even think I could describe what that was like.  And all of it mixed together …” he trailed off and shook his head.  “I apologize, I’m going to be crass again and I hope that you might do me the favor by paraphrasing this, so I don’t sound like some kind of pervert, but it was like that feeling you have when you orgasm, only magnified by a hundred.” 

“Wow,” she said and took a large bite from his sandwich.  She chewed it thoughtfully as she tried to imagine how extreme that would feel.  “That’s something.”

He nodded. “It’s a shame that they lost the formula.  I mean - I know having a bunch of rogue super-soldiers out in the world isn’t necessarily a good thing, but if there was a way you could cure disease as easily as that still out in the world, imagine how far we would have come by now?”

She nodded.  “It would have been an impressive piece of medical science.  And it would be a very different world where no one had to worry about illness.”

They both sat quietly in thought for a moment as they ate. “So,” she said, finally breaking the silence.  “I said before, we wanted to get to know the man behind the shield, and I’m certainly hoping I get to know the real Steve Rogers doing this, but do you think there’s a difference between Steve Rogers and Captain America?”

“Of course,” Steve answered quickly.  “I think that’s true for everyone, right?  I’m sure you sitting there interviewing me isn’t the same person you are when you’re home with your family or out with your friends.  Knowing the publication you work for, I’m sure it’s not even the same person you are in the office.  We put different aspects of ourselves forward all the time.  If you’re asking where the divide between Steve Rogers and Captain America is - I’m not sure.  I’ve put so much of myself into this for so long… I don’t know who I am without it.  I know I’d always want to stand up and fight for what I believe in.  I know I’d always want to stand up for the little guys.  But aside from that… I couldn’t say.”

She frowned a little.  “I guess I can see how that could happen,” she said.  Though the admission made her realize something, article or no article, she wanted to find out who Steve Rogers was for his sake as much as how drawn to him she already was.

// NEXT

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[biggirllifestyle]

The Red Wedding.

Summary: Weddings are times for Celebrations, but this wedding takes the cake.

Pairings: Mafia!Steve Rogers x OFC

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: Violence lots of violence, and Peggy Carter.

A/N: It's been a while and I'm super excited to post this. This is based on a scene from a movie I watched today that just made my jaw drop super different but has the same premise.

When one is young there is always that time when you picture the perfect wedding, the perfection in every detail from the large venue with the gorgeous view to the smallest ribbon that would be used. Everything was methodical. Yet here you stood blood splattering your beautiful pearl white dress, hair in disarray, mascara smudged and running, and a loaded gun in your hand.

  Guests were frantically running around trying to find some sense of what the hell had just happened. From across the room, you watched your husband face you taking a step forward and then another until he was only a few feet away, you raised the gun pointing it at him, but not once did he flinch at your action.

“Me chingastes Steve, por ultima ves me chingastes hijo de puta.”

Taking a deep breath, you pulled the trigger.

-         3 Hours Earlier       -

The ceremony had been beautiful, Steve had gone all out on expenses never once asking anything from your parents. This had brought much joy to your father as he acted like the cat that ate the canary, every time he showed a hint of smugness you couldn’t help but roll your eyes sharing some meaningful glances with Steve.

In a sense yes, your father was earning a lot with your marriage to Steve, by having his business be administered by the biggest mafia boss in Brooklyn and if his price was to let him have his only child that was a sacrifice, he was willing to make. Well, not much of a sacrifice since you and Steve had been together for quite some time joined to the hip since he was a sickly kid until he rose in ranks and his abrupt puberty where he grew three times his size and could plummet anybody who looked at you funny into the ground.

With how long you both had been together it was almost inevitable for your engagement to be announced, everybody knew and everybody important was invited. With Steve and you deciding to keep the ceremony private (much to the chagrin of your father), with your parents, Bucky Steve’s best friend and righthand man, and Sam Steve’s other best friend present everything went smoothly just like you had always pictured.

The ride over to the venue was filled with heated kisses and touches that made you lose your breath; you could feel his smug smile as he kissed your neck. Everything was going as planned your entrance was greeted with big cheers and applauses, at some point you and Steve were separated he was being taken by Sam and Bucky to join the other boys while you took the liberty of greeting your other guest trying to make time before the real festivities began.

Half an hour later, after removing yourself from a painful conversation with your Tia where she went on and on about her newly installed backyard grill, you were able to meet with Steve again who looked a little disheveled but otherwise unharmed. He was grinning a stupid smile marking his face as he pulled you close, giving you small kisses and finally bringing you into a big hug, burying his nose into your hair.

“You don’t know how happy you’ve made me by tying yourself to me indefinitely.”

You huffed out a laugh hitting his chest at his remark, “Menso, I married you because I love you don’t be calling our marriage me tying myself to you.”

You gave him a small smirk, “I mean I can still get rid of you at any time.”

Steve let out a deep growl pulling you flush against him; you give a small yelp at his roughness trying to look around and see if anybody noticed, noting that most people were avoiding looking or walking toward your area. Steve jostled you again forcing your attention back to him, you knew Steve like the back of your hand and at that moment, you knew that if it would have just been the two of you Steve wouldn’t have hesitated to throw you over this table and fuck you into oblivion.

“Baby you really do know how to get me going, I can’t wait until we get home so I can fuck you into every surface that I can get you on.”

Bucky, who was the only person who was brave enough to come near you cleared his throat, he motioned behind him where several people had congregated to talk. Steve’s face turned stormy pulling away from you fixing himself to a proper state, he gave Bucky a nod who turned back towards the group, Steve looked pissed, and this worried you because you knew Steve and he would never let his emotions show especially in such an open venue where most of his competitors were present.

Whatever this was it was serious.

You grabbed his hand giving him a brief squeeze to let him know that it was okay, he gave a soft huff giving you a brief kiss before heading over to Bucky and the other men. You didn’t want anybody to see you worried, raising a glass to the DJ a soft cumbia started that got many people to join the dance floor keeping many busy and others distracted.

You watched Steve and the men as they talked in hurried hushed tones, you could see the tension building as one of the men who you knew was Tony who was from the Manhattan district showed something to Steve that made him madder. The music drowned out most people and they left you alone, just as you were beginning to relax you hear the tell-tale sign of your ringtone you knew you should have kept it silent, but you were waiting on a particularly important phone call from your firm for a recent case.

You grabbed your phone ‘UNKOWN NUMBER’ displayed across the screen, it confused you, so you let it ring not bothering to pick it up. The ringing stopped but soon after it started again, you knew you couldn’t ignore it any longer if they were going to keep insisting.

“Hello?”

“Finally, I get ahold of you!” A deep feminine voice answered through the line, “Congratulations on the wedding! You’re a lucky girl today.”

“Who is this? What do you want?” You looked around the room trying to see if you could spot anybody with a phone.

“Calm down kid, I just wanted to give you a little information on the man you just married,” The lady on the line laughed and you couldn’t help the annoyance that brought on you.

“Look lady I don’t know who the fuck you are but you’re getting on my fucking nerves.”

“Oh, sweetie I was just trying to make conversation, I just wanted you to know what your husband was doing or who he was doing just a few days a few days ago or specifically last Thursday.”

That stopped you cold, you knew exactly what she was talking about. Last week Steve had gone out early in the morning saying that he had an important meeting with a buyer, and he stayed out late almost coming home until early the next morning. You remembered since you had stayed up to wait for him and to finish working on some case files before you had to head out on your honeymoon.

“He worked me out all night until early morning, it was an amazing goodbye gift he gave me before he tied himself to you.”

At this point you were shacking both in anger and in sorrow at what could be the truth, you looked to where Steve was still preoccupied with his friends at that moment he looked up and caught your eye his face melted into something lovingly and you couldn’t help the choked sobbed that worked its way out your throat. You heard the lady on the line laugh at your sob and you knew that she was a sadistic bitch who was enjoying your pain.

“Quien chingados eres? You fucking bitch if you have the balls to call me on my wedding day and tell me all of this you should also have the balls to tell me your fucking name.”

She laughed again loving the fact that she was able to get you to this state, “You should ask him who Peggy Carter is and you’ll know in an instant that I’m not lying to you.”

The line went dead after and all you could focus on was the dial tone, you were fuming not just at this Peggy lady but at Steve for making you a fool. At this point you weren’t in control of yourself everything seemed so loud and too quiet as you made your way to Steve and the other men, pushing past them not caring who they were until Steve was the only thing you could see.

“Who the fuck is Peggy Carter?” Steve’s eyes widened at the name and all the other men in the group began to murmur amongst each other, but your focus was only on Steve who seemed to have lost all color.

“Baby how do you know that name?” His answer was enough to set you off as you punched his chest slapping the phone onto his chest, your only goal was to get answers from him and hurt him as much as you were hurting. Bucky tried to grab your arm, but Steve shook his head no and that just made you madder.

“Te la cogiste verdad hijo de puta? You fucked her a week before our fucking wedding, how could you?”

Steve was holding onto your arms trying to stop you from hitting him but also from hurting yourself, he pulled you forward until you were squished against his chest but that just felt like you were suffocating so you pushed him away.

“Answer me you fucking coward, did you fuck her?”

“No baby I would never do that to you, you know how much I love you.”

“Don’t lie to me Rogers or I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you.”

Just as Steve was about to answer a few gunshots ranged out across the room, Steve pushed you down until he was covering around you, and people began to run around as glass shattered and screams went around the room. Steve pushed you towards Bucky telling him to get you out of there as more shots were fired Bucky handed Steve a gun as he began to pull you towards the exit.

“Bucky let me go,” You screeched as you fought against him, he ignored you keeping himself close as he walked you towards the exit. From your position you couldn’t see much, just people running from every exit that they could find. Just as you were reaching the door you spotted a brown-haired woman walking towards where Steve was, seeming to ignore the chaos around and strolling towards your husband as if there was no care in the world. Her lips were painted a deep red matching her dress and something in you just knew.

This fucking bitch was Peggy Carter.

“Bucky you have to go to Steve, you have to tell him that Peggy is here.”

Bucky seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he watched Peggy making her way to where Steve was fighting some goon oblivious to her presence.

“I’ll be fine just go to Steve, give me a gun,” He whipped his head towards a conflicted look until he reached into his inner pocket and removed a gun for you.

“You better not make me regret this,” Were his last words until he was sprinting towards Steve dodging men as much as he could. You turned to the exit running towards the kitchen where you knew you could lose someone or find someplace to hide. Just as you reached the doors to outs you were yanked back by a strong force, slamming you onto the floor stealing your breath away.

You knew you only had seconds to react, you shot up a few rounds hoping something would hit. A grunt, and then a thump as the man fell over. There was blood and a lot of it, most of it had missed you but there was still a rogue spray that hit you. You got up shakily, you knew how to shoot a gun, but never had you killed someone like this.

Your insides felt loose and firm and you couldn’t help but throw up everything from that day until you were dry heaving. You must have taken too long because as soon as you steadied yourself somebody was already grabbing you. You tried to struggle against your grabber but stopped as you felt the barrel of the gun being pressed against your head.

“Don’t try anything sweetheart, now you and I are gonna take a little trip back into the reception” he started shoving you forward, “Can’t have you leaving your own party early now, can we?”

You grunted as he pushed you hard enough that your foot gave out a little, it wasn’t extreme, but it did cause you to start limping much to the annoyance of your captor. He pushed you towards the doors leading to the reception, Steve was bound to a chair Peggy was on his lap Bucky and Sam were surrounded by men keeping them from doing anything without getting killed. The moment the doors had slammed open everybody turned to you, Steve’s eyes seemed to widen as he looked at all the blood and your limping state, he began to fight against his restraints jostling Peggy out of his lap.

The gun being pressed to your temple stops him from doing anything else. Peggy huffs motioning for the man holding you to bring you forward. You didn’t have your gun anymore; Steve was incapacitated, and Bucky and Sam had every gun on them you knew that this looked like you had lost. The moment that you were close Peggy drew you into a hug, you recoiled trying to get away from her but a gun to your back stopped you.

“After our heart-to-heart through the phone, this is how you’re going to repay me?” Peggy pouted at you, and this made it clear she was crazy.

“Yeah, well I just saw it as some crazy bitch trying to ruin my perfect day, how would you see it?” That must have been the wrong thing as Peggy’s face became enraged, she swung her hand at you a sting running from your cheek where she struck you.

“Get the fuck away from her Peggy or I swear,” Steve yelled at her fighting to get himself off the chair, Peggy ignored him tooting in disagreement.

“Baby if you don’t stop trying to get out of that chair, I’ll start hurting your little bitch.” Steve seemed to be having a fight with himself trying to find a way to get out of this and get you to safety. Peggy walked towards Steve leaning down to whisper something in his ear that made him mad but made no move to fight.

“Now baby, how about you tell your wife about the wonderful time we had, how you told me how much you loved me and how the only reason why we couldn’t be together was that you were getting much more from the deal.”

Bucky, who was still on the ground, whipped his head towards you ready to say something but was stopped as the man behind him pressed the barrel into the back of his head stopping him.

“Just let her know baby, tell her what we did, and I promise you I’ll let her go.” Steve seemed to contemplate before dropping his head in defeat.

“It’s true, we were together last Thursday,” Steve made a face as if he was in pain, almost as if the words he was spitting out hurt, “I was having second thoughts about getting married, I didn’t know if you were the right person for me.”

Steve’s words hit you hard, all the pain and rage that was inside you was brewing and at this point, you were unsure if you were about to scream or throw up.

“Peggy she was there, and I took my chance to figure it out if you were what I wanted.” He lamely finished, his face twisted into a grimace but all you could see was Peggy’s stupid grin and that just made you angry. You slammed your heel into your captor and threw your head back until it collided with his face, and he released you with a yelp. Bucky and Sam seemed to have taken advantage of the distraction as they flew back against their own captors wrestling them into the ground. Steve slammed himself back smashing the chair into pieces to free himself. Your captor tackled you down, slamming your head into the floor obscenities flying at you before Steve practically ripped him off from you.

Peggy began to rush away but you took the chance from everybody’s distraction to go after her, you were unsteady, but she did not get far as you tackled her. She began to throw punches at you, one of them catching you in your cheek, the other splitting your lip, but you weren’t far off as you also landed your own blows.

“You fucking Perra, you ruined my wedding and I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Peggy reached around her trying to find a way to get you off her, her hands grazing the floor until she latched onto a shard of champagne glass from the earlier altercation. She lashed up cutting your arm and making you retreat as she tried to keep slashing at you. She rushed over trying to stab you screaming her head off at you as she did.

“He was mine; he was always mine and you fucking took him away you fucking bitch. He loves me not you.” She cried as she slashed your arms. You pushed her away as she stumbled back and fell just as she was going to get up, she was stopped by Bucky who had incapacitated everybody else.

Steve walked towards Bucky looking down at a struggling Peggy, “Take her somewhere else, we’ll deal with her later.”

You walked away, your leg was starting to hurt and the cuts from the glass were stinging, this wasn’t your fight anymore and you were done. People were rushing around, reinforcements from someone else, and at this point, you really didn’t care, you knew you would have to call your parents and check on them, you knew they had gotten out but still.

You reached down to collect a bottle of champagne that was still intact and an abandoned gun. You knew you still had one thing to deal with and you could finally head home and relax, but this would just have to be a priority. You turned back to the scene; your husband was still directing people trying to clear out as much as he could.

You watched your husband as he pointed at things around, he turned towards you, taking in your running mascara blood-covered dress, and messy hair, and all he felt was deep love at how strong you were in all this. He walked towards you trying to get as close as he could stopping short as he saw the gun in your hand, you raised it aiming at him but that didn’t scare him, the only thoughts that came into his mind were how beautiful you looked and how lucky he was to have you.

“Me chingastes Steve, por ultima ves me chingastes hijo de puta.”

Steve didn’t move and felt the bullet graze his arm, but he didn’t care as the rage melted off you, and concern was all he saw. You rushed forward discarding the gun and bottle, you grabbed at his arm trying to see the damage you caused but instead met a firm chest as Steve held you close.

“Chingate Steve, dejame ver, let me see your arm you fucking asshole.” You pushed away from him as you removed his suit to look at his arm, he began to caress your face you ignored him as you ripped away at his shirt.

“This doesn’t change anything you know, I’m fucking pissed at you asshole,” You looked up at Steve who only showed love in his eyes, “You’re lucky I don’t file for an annulment.”

Steve felt the breath being squeezed out of him, just the idea of you not being with him scared him.

“Baby, I promise you with all that I have and to my last breath that I was never with her, I’ve only ever loved you and I promise you that everything she said was a lie.” Steve was outright begging at this point trying to make you believe him, and you knew Steve you’ve always known Steve.

“Of course, I know, don’t be a pendejo about this I know you, Steve, I did doubt you, but I know that disrespecting me and us like that is not in you.”

You looked away seeing Bucky pick up the gun you had used on Steve as he pocketed away, he caught your eye and nodded at you and Steve as if to ask if you were okay. You knew he wasn’t asking about your injuries, so you nodded at him, he inclined his head and turned to Sam slapping him in the back which made the other man yelp and punches him back.

“Steve yo te amo, and I know you, I’ve always known what type of man you are,” You pushed up, your foot complained against it, but you brushed your lips against his which made him melt at your touch, “I love you.”

Steve let the tension out, kissing you passionately as if he were trying to engrave your memory into his brain.

“I love you too.”

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[astheskycries]

Accepted- 6

Planning a wedding with the man she loves and working small jobs with SHIELD seems like an easy task, but now that Jonathan is dead, Maggie and Steve have to continue tracking down HYDRA and cleaning up the mess left behind- which is easier said than done when the Winter Soldier has returned.

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Bucky shifts a bit, feeling a bit like a caged animal in his suit but grateful they allowed him his metal prosthetic, at least being able to use both hands again and doodle on the spare memo pad Tony’s lawyers gave him to ease his nerves. “How much longer until they’re ready?”

“Soon, White Wolf,” T’Challa smiles a bit, watching Bucky’s nervous pacing in the hall. Though they’ve already done their openings, the recess the prosecution requested has done nothing to ease Bucky’s nerves. “I’m sure you’ll do well. Between Tony and me, you have the best defense team money can buy.” He glances at his watch. “The girls should be on their mission by now; they will let you know once they find something.”

“You also have a reason, Buck.” Steve steps in to block his best friends’ path, squeezing his shoulder and not even reacting to T’Challa’s confirmation. “What happened to you, what you did… That wasn’t you.”

Bucky’s silent for a moment, looking past Steve’s shoulder to see Ross’s smirk as he heads back to the stand. “But I did it.”

…

“Damn it!” I curse, shooting into gunfire from where I was hiding behind the metal shelves. “Nat, Wanda, it’s an ambush. I need backup on the lower floor, I already have the data, but it won’t mean a damn thing if we don’t make it out of here.”

Red light swirls, and I hear cries of pain before it falls silent again. “I think I’ve subdued most of them,” Wanda grabs my hand, helping me back to my feet. “I’m grabbing a few more files before we go, in case not everything is in the hard drive. Between Stark and Shuri we should be able to-”

“Move!” I shove her hard, gasping out as pain floods my senses, making me stumble back and grip my side. I feel something warm and wet, and I wince as the added pressure only makes the pain throb. I glance down to see more pooling between my fingers, and I curse, gripping the shelf as Wanda knocks them out with her magic. “Fuck, the drive…”

Wanda uses her powers to help close the gash, using her other hand to grab the drive from my pocket. “It’s fine, what you should be worried about is you.” She uses her powers to help me walk, keeping her eyes out for more. “Maggie is hit, we need to retreat to the van and stop the bleeding.”

“FRIDAY, get Tony and send a ride,” I manage, wincing as I try to focus through the constant throbbing and feeling more and more dizzy as the seconds pass- a bad sign, but not one I want to distract from the goal. “The safe house is likely compromised if we were ambushed.”

“I’m on it,” Natasha says calmly, though I hear a strangled scream from her side of the comm.- thankfully not hers. “Just make it to the van, we’ll get you help.”

I nod weakly as the dizziness becomes harder to ignore, releasing a trembling breath when Wanda’s magic releases me and I collapse onto the seat, unable to do anything but try desperately to hold on. “Steve…”

Wanda and Nat share a look, Natasha looking uncharacteristically concerned as she works the controls. “Message him, FRIDAY. He should know the mission was compromised.”

…

“Your crimes against America, the world, are insurmountable.” Ross’ voice carries across the crowded room, full of reporters and families of known victims of the Winter Soldier. “You’ve single handedly caused a majority of the world’s most influential crimes, all at the hands of HYDRA.”

Bucky adjusts in his seat at the stand, looking uncomfortable. “I did,” He swallows, unable to look away from families with tears in their eyes. “I did, and I remember all of them.” The jury whispers amongst themselves, and he continues. “I remember them all because I relive them over and over again.” He closes his eyes when he hears the break in his voice, thinking of Howard’s stunned face. “Every night, I just see their faces… It’s gotten worse since I remembered. I know how out of control I felt. I remember feeling helpless, like I was watching someone else hurting everyone around me. Then the pain of being frozen back up like a piece of meat,” Bucky shakes his head, swallowing but determined to be as strong as he can. “I hated it. I hated thinking or feeling, because it hurt too much. It hurt to think about who I killed, what I left behind, if someone had a wife or kids they wouldn’t see again. And I- I tried to run, tried to wrap my head around what I did and make amends by staying away from everyone.” 

“And you ran, instead of facing the consequences.” Ross shakes his head. “You ran because you knew you were guilty.”

“I am guilty.” Bucky watches Steve shift in his seat, the king placing a hand on the blond’s shoulder to keep him under control- the Steve he knows well. “I ran because I needed time to understand what happened in the gaps they iced me, and I wanted- needed- to understand the crimes I committed so I could work on atoning for them. I don’t deserve to be treated differently from anybody else.”

“Your Honor, the jury has reached a decision.” A voice from the stands calls, rising with a sheet of paper in his hands. “We do not need further time to evaluate.”

“Your honor, I’d like to say something,” Bucky clears his throat nervously, but he forces himself to make eye contact with everyone who was related to a victim- to someone he hurt or killed. “No matter what these results are… I want to apologize. To the families and friends of those I- I made suffer under HYDRA. It’s not enough, and it never will be, but I am truly sorry for what I did and I will always try to atone for what I did. Your family and friends didn’t deserve what was done to them, and I take full responsibility for what I did as the Winter Soldier.”

The judge clears his throat, the jury’s paper in his hand. “The findings of this court and jury are as follows… James Buchanan Barnes is hereby cleared of all charges, and pardoned for his war crimes under the torture and exploitation of HYDRA.”

Bucky blinks back tears, seeing the room erupt with cheers and questions, but what makes his tears fall is the sight of the family and friends standing and clapping, nodding to him in at best acknowledgement and acceptance of HYDRA’s influence on his acts. Ross looks peeved, but says nothing as he returns to his sear and Bucky is guided through the exit by security, T’Challa and Steve on each side as they ignore the flashes of cameras and questions the press is shouting at him.

For better or for worse, Bucky Barnes is a free man.

…

“How long do we have until we’re back at the safe house?” I wince at the sharpness in Wanda’s tone, her using some of her powers to help keep the wrap secure on my side. “I can only do so much before she’ll need medical attention.”

Natasha curses in Russian, and I feel the engine push as she speeds up, the rough terrain hard on the large gash on my side. “We’ll be there any minute, I can stitch her up before Tony’s jet gets here.” She curses again as the van hits a hard bump, making a strangled noise escape my lips where I’ve tried to be silent. “FRIDAY, have Tony speed up the jet and contact Steve. We need him home.”

“Captain Rogers has not answered any messages since 3pm,” The AI chirps, and if I didn’t know better I’d think she sounded apologetic. “Would you like me to contact King T’Challa?”

“No,” I grind, tensing as I try to fight through the wave of pain. “If he’s not answering it’s because he’s busy.”

Nat frowns, not bothering to hide the disapproval on her face. “Maggie…”

“Right now I care more about not bleeding out,” I manage weakly, crying out a bit when we hit another bump and nearly blacking out. “Nat-”

“Damn it,” Nat curses, stopping and jerking the gear into park as she nearly leaps over the seat. “Wanda, I need you on standby. We don’t have much time, I need to- Maggie, stay awake! FRIDAY, get Bruce and Tony on the line!”

It’s too late; the darkness sweeps over me, and I finally rest in sweet relief from the pain.

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Saving Grace: Chapter Twelve

(Sorry I forgot to update here last week! I’m going to post 4 chapters today to catch up)

Steve and Grace are reunited and it feels so good.

The flight to D.C. left early, at six AM, which meant Grace had to be up and ready to leave the house at four. By the time Jarvis prompted her to get out of bed, she’d already been laying there with her eyes open for ages, too excited to actually sleep.

“What hotel are you staying at?” Tony asked as they drove the hour to LAX from their home in Malibu. “Did you give them my credit card?”

“Dad, I told you, I’m staying with Steve,” she knew he didn’t want to hear it, but maybe if she said it enough times he’d understand. “He said I can crash on his couch.”

“You know, Gracie, men that age, they’re only after one thing,” he carried on.

“Oh? What’s that?” She chuckled.

“Someone young and able-bodied to change their diapers and give them sponge baths as they slowly decline.” He stated it with full seriousness, which made her laugh even harder.

“He’s my friend and I wanted a chance to hang out with him, that’s all. And as a shrink, I wanted to make sure he’s adjusting all right to living on his own,” she lied. “He’s going to show me the sights, since I’ve never been to D.C. before. I’ll take in some history, see if there’s any work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I can bring back home with me, and just generally have a nice little vacation.”

“Last time I was in D.C. I was on trial,” Tony muttered. “But I guess I can see how it might appeal to some as a vacation destination.”

He dropped her off curbside at the airport, getting out of the car to pull her suitcase out of the trunk. Giving her a tight hug, he kissed her on the top of the head and sighed.

“Say hi to Capsicle for me,” he relinquished his hold on her. “And give Fury a little trouble, will you? Since I can’t do it myself.”

“Sure,” Grace laughed, pulling up the handle on her little rolling suitcase and adjusting the backpack on her shoulder. “Be good, Dad. I love you.”

“Love you too, kid,” he smiled, those soft brown eyes of his crinkling at the corners and lighting with joy.

Her sleepless night caught up with her on the plane and she slept for most of the five-hour flight. When they landed, she stopped in one of the terminal restrooms to check her appearance in the mirror. She had dressed casually, wearing tailored black jeans and a tee shirt with a print of cartoon corgis on it under a cozy black cardigan. She had wanted to dress up, but her dad would’ve asked questions she couldn’t answer honestly if she got too dolled up.

And besides, Steve doesn’t really care what I wear. He’s used to seeing me in everything from pajamas to dresses.

Weaving her way around other travelers moving with less conviction, she made her way to luggage claim, which is where Steve had said he’d meet her. Her heart hammered in her ears as she rode the escalator down to that level, her eyes scanning the room. When she spotted him, standing there with his hands in his jeans pockets, wearing a baseball cap with the NASA logo and a sky blue Henley under a navy blue jacket, she felt her heart flip-flop.

No one seemed to notice that Captain America was standing right there. With his hands in his pockets, his posture shrunk inward enough that no one paid him much attention and the hat helped to shield his identity, he looked like just any other guy.

A bright, uncontrollable smile lit Steve’s face when he caught sight of her, and he looked as though every worry in his life had vanished. As soon as she stepped off the escalator, he scooped her into his arms, her feet leaving the ground as he hugged her tightly. Grace threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin, enjoying the familiar security of his arms.

“I knew you’d come,” he confessed with a grin as he finally set her to her feet. “Though there was a tiny fear in the back of my mind that Tony opened that sketchbook before you.”

“Oh my god, could you imagine?” Grace laughed. “He would’ve been suited up and at your door within the day.” She rolled her eyes and Steve let out a half-hearted, nervous chuckle. “I really missed you,” she watched a pleased blush creep across his cheeks.

“I missed you too,” he smiled. Someone hollered “Steve!” across the baggage claim, making his head pop up, but it was for someone else. “Come on, let’s get out of here before someone recognizes me,” he took her hand.

As they took the metro to his apartment, Steve caught her up on his new day to day life, the things he liked about the city. He carried her suitcase in one hand and held her hand in the other as they walked, chatting and laughing, the rest of the world forgotten as they made up for lost time. His new place was on a relatively quiet, tree-lined street full of old historic rowhomes. It seemed fitting for him, comfortable in its age, a bit artsy, definitely charming.

“It’s smaller than what you’re used to,” Steve warned as he turned the key and let her in. “But since it’s just me, I like it.”

He ushered her into a light-filled room, one whole wall full of windows that overlooked the street. It looked exactly like he’d drawn it, with their slouchy old leather couch, small tv, the tiny kitchen with no more than two square feet of counter space, and the little table and chairs that they’d shared so many meals and moments at together. Off to the other side was the bathroom and the open door to Steve’s bedroom, which held his simple bed with white sheets, made with military precision.

“I think it’s lovely,” Grace turned to face him and saw he’d taken his cap off. “You cut your hair,” she exclaimed in surprise and watched a flash of panic cross his face. It was a more modern look, a little more spiky, less fluffy, but it suited him. “It looks good,” she smiled and watched him relax again.

“Nat kept telling me I looked like a boy scout, which I gathered was bad, so I figured it was time for an update,” he chuckled, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it and his keys on a hook by the door. He plucked up her suitcase again and held it in one hand, shuffling into the living room. “So, you can take the bed. I know you don’t sleep well on a couch, so I’ll sleep out here.”

“Or,” Grace didn’t know how comfortable he would be with the proposition, but figured she’d give it a shot anyway, “we could both sleep in the bed and neither one of us will have to suffer on the couch.” She watched the tops of his ears go pink and he let out a laugh, eyes scrunching a little. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“No, it wouldn’t,” he shook his head. He kept his head down slightly, but glanced up at her, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to presume—”

“Steve, I flew across the country to spend a week with you,” she pointed out.

“Yes, you did.” Setting her suitcase down, he stepped closer to her, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his chest, grinning down at her. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Please do,” she snickered.

Leaning down, he started slow, brushing his lips like a light whisper against hers. Grace shut her eyes happily and as he kissed her again, deeper, more passionately, she slipped her arms around his neck, holding him closer. Her fingers scratched lightly at the nape of his neck and into his hair. The hunger from their first kiss had only grown and he pressed his body to hers, kissing her until he finally, reluctantly, pulled back, both of them breathless.

“We should—” his brilliant blue eyes met hers, clearly hesitant, searching for a cue on what she wanted to do next.

“Mhmm,” Grace nodded. “Maybe go see the sights?”

With a nod and one final, lingering kiss, Steve stepped back and relinquished his hold on her hips. Grace watched him go as he plucked up her suitcase and took it to the bedroom. She couldn’t stop smiling, touching her fingertips to her lips, and admiring how nice he looked, even from the back in just jeans and a cotton shirt.

“Ready?” He came back into the room and she nodded. “Good.”

They took the metro to the National Mall. As they walked along, hand in hand, just another couple in the crowd, Steve asked her questions about the projects she was working on with her father’s company, down to minute details, endeavoring to understand all the fine details and beaming at the giddy excited way she bounced a little on the balls of her feet as she talked about it. He laughed as she told him about all the mischief she and Tony got up to together in his workshop. He told her what details he could about his work with S.H.I.E.L.D., running missions with Agent Romanoff, getting more into modern things. Their conversation was peppered with Steve pointing out the different monuments. They stopped at a local ice cream shop and got cones, rocky road for him, mint chip for her.

“I had to get my driver’s license,” he said off-handed as conversation shifted to upcoming elections, since they were in D.C. after all. “Had to take a driving test and everything.”

“Wait, didn’t you have a license before?” Grace eyed him suspiciously, finishing her cone. “The government couldn’t like, make an exception to just renew it?”

“I never got one before,” he shrugged.

They got back to his apartment and he fumbled for a moment with the keys. Grace took a deep breath, enjoying the air conditioning after being in the swampy humidity of the city.

“You seriously never got a license?” She thought about all the photos and news reels she’d seen of him driving different vehicles. “You drove trucks and motorcycles. You flew planes.”

“In the military, they give you training and a special license for whatever equipment they want you to drive,” he explained, hanging his keys on the hook while Grace turned on the lights. “Before the serum, I couldn’t even really see over the wheel of a car anyway, so…”

Grace cracked up and watched the slow smile creep over Steve’s lips and he let out a little snicker. She dropped to a seat on the couch.

“I wouldn’t have been able to eat that ice cream either,” he added, plopping down next to her. “I was allergic to pretty much everything.”

“Hmm,” Grace paused, squinting for a minute before she flashed him an impish smile, one that she knew she’d inherited from her dad, even before she met him. “What about latex?”

Steve sputtered, laughing, as his face turned bright red. He shook his head.

“I mean, I don’t want to be presumptuous,” she kept going, scooting a little closer to him. “But if you wanted to give it a try, we could.”

“I’m not sure what you’re suggesting is how I want to test if that particular allergy is gone,” he stated. “Do you want to be the one to call an ambulance for that sort of allergic reaction?”

Playfully, Grace shifted and climbed into Steve’s lap, sitting face to face, her hands on his shoulders. He grinned, looking up at her, and bit his bottom lip. Grabbing her hips, he held her close, giving her a little tug. She used her fingertips to scratch lightly into his hair, which made him shut his eyes and hum happily.

“If you’re willing to risk it,” she leaned in and pressed a whisper soft kiss to his lips, “I promise, I will call 911 if anything bad happens. But nothing bad is going to happen.”

He smiled into her kiss then deepened it.

“I won’t know what to do,” he pulled away from her, suddenly timid, gaze falling. “I’ve never—”

Grace hooked a finger under his chin and made him look up at her.

“Then you’ll just have to do exactly as I tell you,” she said with a smirk. “You can take orders, can’t you Captain?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he locked eyes with her and grinned.

He stood up, catching her off guard, but he kept her in his grasp as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He strode confidently to the bedroom, kissing her as he went, and kicked the door shut behind them with his heel.

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Seraphim

Chapter Thirteen

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC

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Tell Me What We Are.

Summary: Steve Rogers x Fe!OC (Isla) - Isla came to the tower nearly three years ago and the moment Steve lay his eyes on her in a non-we’re-gonna-save-the-world-way, he couldn’t help but...feel something. But, after a few moments happen when they’re alone, both can’t help but feel there is something more but with their professions there isn’t much time to ask questions...

Disclaimer; CW didn’t really happen. Rather than 2 years and the Bucky secret, it was only a few months. Pure fluff, little bit of angst, a fade to smut (mostly kissing), avenger’s level threat. 

Isla had joined The Avengers just over three years ago. She had been found out in the hills of Montana after she was shot from her home town from another bad guy the Avengers they were sent to fight off. 

Isla - similar to Wanda - was a witch. She had powers that she could do almost anything with except, rather than red, her powers came out different shades of blue through to white depending on her emotions behind what she was doing. 

From the moment Isla had saved Pepper’s life after she was caught in a cross-fire at a bank in the city centre, Tony gave her her own floor like the rest of the Avengers. Even if she wasn’t offically one. 

Deputy Ross had come down hard on her when she refused to sign both the Accords and the Avenger’s treaty which would have made her an offical one. And when Steve did his disappearing act for a few months after he and Tony had faught over the accords, Isla had done the same. Except, she hadn’t ran away with him but settled in a cabin on the edge of a small town around Montana. 

However, since the world seems to hate her, she was left with a feeling in the bottom of her stomach. Could there have been something? Something between her and Steve?

They had been growing close as friends before the Accords, training together - she even beating him a few times when it came to hand-to-hand combat - living together and even learning how to dance together. 

The dancing part had come when Tony decided to throw a party for the Stark company and EVERYONE was to attend, learn how to dance and even dress in gala-style black-tie. 

Neither Steve or Isla had a date so, they decided to take one another, however neither knew how to dance. So, with the help of Natasha, they took lessons together. 

And, as Steve had dropped her off in the middle of the wood that lay behind her home, there was a moment. It was unspoken, and just felt in the air but even Wanda and Natasha could see it as they watched Steve say goodbye to her. 

“You can stay with us, you know?”

Isla smiled weakly, looking to her feet kicking the dirt beneath her shoes. She gripped hold of the handle on her duffle bag and eventually found the strength - even after continuing to avoid his eye contact - to look at him. “I know.”

Then there was the moment. Just looking at one another. If this was a movie, they’d probably kiss. But it wasn’t. They were just two people stood across from one another, terrified to talk about what was happening. So, they left it. 

“Call me.” Steve told her. 

“I will.” Isla quickly hugged him, the hug itself lasting a little too long for just friends, and stepped back. “Be safe?”

“I will.”

Then, a few months later when they reunited, there was that moment again. But it wasn’t solemn, it was...gladness. They could see one another again. There was no fear, no worry about anything else. 

But they didn’t hug. They didn’t kiss. They just stood across from one another, like an invisible barrier had placed itself firmly between them. Right place, wrong time?

The training continued but after a few months of being back in their routinue, something seemed to shift. They had been laughing with one another as they sparred on the mat and suddenly, Steve found himself on his back, still laughing with Isla on top of him. But, a few moments into it, she stopped. She could see his eyes but it was more than that. 

Isla had seen Steve’s eyes a thousand times or more now, but something in her gut- no, something in her soul shifted. 

“What? What are you looking at?”

“Nothing. N-Nothing. I need to go.”

“Isla?”

Isla scrambled to her feet, Steve now worried about her. She rubbed a hand over her face and walked panickedly off the mat and onto the floor. 

“Whoa, Isla? Hey, Isla. What’s happened? Hey, talk to me.”

“I need to go.”

She was too fast. Steve couldn’t rush quick enough to get in front of her to stop her. She was laughing with him two mintues ago. So, what happened?

“I - I’m fine, Steve. I - I just...”

Isla looked back to him but it was like a dagger to her chest as she did, so she just left. She picked up her jacket and left as quickly as she could. 

“Isla? Isla!”

Isla got to the top of the stairs, Natasha coming into her path. But Isla didn’t look up. 

“Isla?”

Isla quickly ran down the stairs and towards the emergecy exist before she took the second set of stairs across the security hall and finally landed in her bedroom. 

She just fell in love with Steve Rogers. 

Three weeks later, after avoiding Steve for the first two before he finally cornered her- well, stopped her from running away from him again down the stairs. Thankfully, she managed to pull it off, convincing him it was just a momentary freak-out and they were fine. 

But Steve knew it was something more than nothing. 

So, when it came to Tony’s annual gala-party that he threw for the introduction of a new tech product, Steve found Isla stood in the hall. 

“Hey, what are you doing out here?”

“Just...thinking. I’m fine, Steve. Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Steve studied her for a moment. He might not have known her since they were kids, but he did know her like the back of his hand. “Okay.”

Suddenly, Isla felt a hand on her arm guiding her gentle down the hall and towards a closet. 

“Steve- what the hell are you doing?”

Pulling the string for the lightbulb above them, Steve turned to look at Isla. “Tell me what’s happening.”

“Steve, what-?”

“Don’t bullshit me.” Steve told her. “I know what happened the other week wasn’t just nothing. You’ve never been that panicked, even after nearly getting shot. And I know you’ve been trying your best to avoid me but I’m sick of it. Please, Isla...just talk to me.”

Isla couldn’t find the words. She just shook her head, crossing her arms across her body. 

“Isla...”

Slowly, Isla found the courage to look up to him. And there it was again; the moment. 

Only, this time the barrier wasn’t as strong. Steve found himself leaning in and down a little as Isla’s eyes met his. He hesitated for a second, looking in her eyes but there was no rejection. She didn’t lean back or push him away. Her arms slowly fell from her own body as Steve’s hand moved towards her cheek, pulling back for a split second before landing softly on her cheek, his thumb tracing her skin before he pulled her in closer. 

It was soft...gentle. It was nothing more than a light kiss yet every emotion was behind it. Steve knew he liked her. He had felt all those moments just like she had, confused and frustrated when nothing came of them. But now something had. 

Steve went to pull away - as much as he didn’t want to - however a small ‘mmph’ escaped from Isla’s voice as she placed a hand on his side and onto his shoulder, pulling him in again. Steve smiled a little into the kiss as Isla pulled him closer, allowing for his other arm to go around her waist to pull her flush against him. 

Eventually, the kiss slowly moved into a few smaller, peppered kisses but neither wished to leave this moment. Still holding the other as close as they could, their heads rested against one anothers. 

God, this was magical. 

But, like all things, it was eventually cut short, well shorter.

Isla’s phone lit up, ringing loudly. 

“Isla? Where are you? I need your help.”

“Wanda? What-”

“Just meet me in the girl’s bathroom.” Wanda told her. “Oh! And bring my make-up bag with you. It’s behind the reception desk. Please hurry.”

Isla sighed and stepped back from when Steve had been holding her before the phone call. 

“I better go.”

“Okay.”

Steve didn’t want to let her go, but he didn’t know what else to say. He’d just had the best kiss in his life and the woman he’d been in love with secretley - albiet desperately - had just left the room. 

The following month, even after everything they had been through, was the most awkward month of either of their lives. Any time Steve would have a free moment, Isla was being dragged away by some Shield agent for a mission or training event. 

But they did manage to have another moment. 

It was just after Isla had gotten back from another training event. She was stuck in the elevator with Steve. 

She was going to take the stairs, but she just wanted to sleep and relax. 

The doors had dinged open when Steve looked up and saw Isla. 

“Oh, sorry. I- I’ll just take the stairs.”

Steve held up a hand as the doors began to close. “Isla, it carried more than one of us.”

“Right.” Isla realised. 

Getting in, the silence being ready to but cut with a knife, Isla pressed the button for her floor, the doors shutting closed. 

Steve tried his hardest to concentrate on the file in his hands but every other moment he found himself looking to her. They were still yet to talk about the gala-closet kiss. 

“How was training?”

“Good. New case?”

“Yeah.”

Eventually, the doors opened up and Isla stepped out and walked down the hall but not before Steve held the doors open again, calling after her. 

“Isla.”

“Yeah?”

Steve seemed to lose the words he was going to speak. “Good night.”

Isla had hoped it would have been more than that. 

“Good night, Steve.”

Pushing open her door, she dropped her bag by her desk, pulled out her clip from the back of her hair and removed her jacket. 

Should she go after him? Everyone else was asleep so it wasn’t like someone would stop her in the hall. She’d be at his floor in no time with no interuptions. But what would she say?

But she didn’t have to think long because her feet carried her towards her door and as she opened it, she found Steve stood on the other side. 

“Oh,”

“Hi.”

Isla smiled back. “Hi.”

“I- I just...” Steve lost all words again. He could have made up another lie about asking her a question about the case. Just like he had planned to when he paced outside her room for a few moments before deciding to knock - not that he did since she had opened the door on him. 

There was the moment again. 

But there was no longer a barrier. 

Rushing forward, Isla reached up to pull Steve down. Steve dropped the file, letting his arms go around her body before they kissed again only this time more desperately. 

“Isla-”

The words stopped coming from Steve’s mouth as Isla kissed him again. So, sweeping her off her feet, he carried her back into her room, shutting the door with his foot. 

Isla found herself pressed aginst the wall and back on her feet. Neither wanted to break this kiss, so they didn’t. Steve began to undo the buttons of his dark blue shirt, Isla breaking his kiss to help him. Steve smiled as he lifted her chin so she’d look at him again. And they began all over again. 

The kisses became more heated, Isla placed her hands on Steve’s chest as he walked backwards, pulling her shirt from his body. His hands pulled her closer once again, Isla now the one walking backwards towards her bed. 

Steve’s hands grappled at her waist as he tugged her t-shirt up, his hands roaming her hips before he pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. 

The pair landed on the bed, Isla pulling the white vest from Steve’s chest and over his head before he made his way back down to her, kissing her once again. 

“Steve-”

Steve moved back from her neck to look at her, Isla holding his face. There was that moment again, their eyes doing the communicating so no words had to be spoken. Both shared a smile when they felt it, Steve leaning down to feel her lips against his again. 

He wanted to tell her so much, just like she did. But there was still that small barrier that stopped them from doing so. So they both showed it. 

The next morning, Steve woke to find Isla still asleep beside him. He held her closer, her eyes not ready to open. Her legs intertwined with his own letting him know she was awake. 

“Good morning.”

Isla just gave a small groan, Steve chuckling. He knew how much she hated mornings. Especially early ones. 

Isla snuggled closer to his chest feeling his body warmth. After a few mintues, Steve went to move however Isla tried to pull him back. 

“Nooo.”

Steve chuckled, kissing her forehead before trailing the kisses to her lips. Isla trying to hold his face closer as he did so. 

“I’ve got a training session with Bucky and you’ve got a meeting with Hill.”

“Ugh, I hate work.”

“How about we meet back here later tonight, you find a movie and I’ll bring the pizza?”

“I love it.”

“Good.”

Steve smiled before moving back down to kiss Isla a few more times before finally he made his way - reluctantly - out of her grasp and towards her bathroom. 

Looking around the room, Isla moved around, finding Steve’s shirt on the floor before she picked it up and wore it herself. It was bigger on her than Steve and covered her just enough. 

And, if Steve didn’t have a training session to get to, he would have stayed all day. Especially after he saw her as he came out of the shower to grab a spare towel and his old clothes from her closet. 

In recent years, many of Steve’s old clothes had gone missing and there was only one culprit. Isla. 

Steve groaned as Isla was now the one to move away from his graps after they kissed. 

“Nope. LIke you said, ‘training session’.” Isla smirked as she backed away from Steve. 

“Tease.”

Isla looked back over her shoulder and smiled towards Steve. “Oh, please. You love it.”

However, as the day continued - Bucky noticing the change in Steve’s attitude as he came into training - that pizza-and-movie night never came. 

But a mission did - two weeks later.

“Talk to me, what’ve got?” Steve asked as he practically marched into the case room, Isla stood with a tablet in her arms casting her screen. 

“Hostages. 10 of them - as we can see.”

“As we can see?” Steve asked looking to her. 

Isla nodded. “We have a SWAT team stationed a mile and half outside the location. Any closer or any further, they lose satillite connection.”

“Who’ve you got on comms?”

“Hutchings.”

Steve placed the headphones by his ear. “Hutchings, tell me what you can see. The picture isn’t coming in clear.”

“It seems empty, Sir. Just the hostages. We’ve sweeped with the drones but there is no-one else. Wait-”

“What’s going on?”

“I - I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you doing know?” Isla asked. 

“Ther’es someone but their body temp...”

“What about their temp.”

“They’re alive but their not...”

“Not what?” Steve asked. “Hutchings?”

Hutchings was confused to say the least. “Human.”

Within the next half an hour, the team was on the jet and heading the 1500 miles away to help with the fight. 

“Isla, can we talk?”

Isla clicked another mag into her gun before placing it into her holster. “It’s okay, Steve.”

“Isla-”

She turned back around. “No, Steve. Okay, I get it. You’re busy. So am I. Maybe this is just how it’s meant to be.”

That evening, after they woke up together, Steve never made it back to her room. He was pulled into a mission a state over. And then when he came back, she was dragged into a meeting. But, if she was being truthful...she was trying to avoid Steve. 

Her thoughts had gotten to her in the last two weeks after her and Steve had spent the night together. The lives they led, the work they did...maybe this was it. Come together every once in a while but wish it was more...

“Isla, please.”

Steve wanted nothing more than to be with her. She made him happy. Made him want to be a better man. Made...made him want to live a life that was away from work. 

And Steve wanted that to be with her. 

“We’ll talk later, Steve.”

However, as the hours passed they found themselves in the middle of a battle with another witch. Someone who had found power from an electric shock and an old page stained with painted caligraphy. 

“Ah, the...substitue.”

“That’s me.” Isla smiled. 

They were alone in the wood behind the hostage building. Steve was helping SWAT get them out safe and well. 

“Is there a reason why you chose not to become an Avenger?”

Isla shrugged. “I’ve got a roof over my head and a pillow under my head. Couldn’t ask for much more, could I?”

“A movie and pizza?”

The new witch smiled. “Oh, come on, a pretty thing like you surely has someone to date? Share a shake with? I mean, that Captain of yours...if I were you I’d jump on that before somebody else could.”

“You got anything else to get out of your system whilst no-one can hear you?”

“No. That’s about it. Wait- there is one more thing.”

Isla sighed, rolling her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. “What?”

“Oh, yeah. See you in the afterlife.”

A shock of electic was sent straight to Isla’s core, making her double over in pain before she was hit again and collasped to the floor. 

The pain was growing more and more as she screamed out in pain and just when she was about to pass out, a shield came flying at the new witch - previously known as Kylie. 

Screams and shouts followed, Wanda landing beside Isla as she was clutching her stomach in pain. Multiple times Wanda shouted for a medic team and for Steve, but it was like no-one could hear her. 

“Steve!”

The medics wouldn’t be able to make it to the site, but with Wanda’s help, they could make it to the medics. 

“Steve-” Isla’s voice came out faint at first before she managed to find a small feat of strength. “Steve!”

The shield came flying back to Steve as his worried expression now turned and saw Isla. She looked like life was slipping from her. 

She looked to Steve...another moment. This can’t be the end. 

Isla groaned again, looking down to the ground, Wanda’s hands supporting her back and head. 

“We need to get her back.”

Over the following hours, Kylie being taken into Shield custody, Steve couldn’t help but worry. 

Wanda brought him some fresh clothes so he could change out of his Cap suit and even handed him a damp cloth. He wiped some of the dirt from his face before placing the towel down. 

“I can’t loose her, Wanda.”

Wanda nodded, taking the towel from his lap and using it to clean his head herself. “I know.”

“For...for so long...I’m in love with her, Wanda.”

Wanda smiled as she dapped the corner of the towel to his head, her voice only loud enough for him to hear. “Congratulations. You’re the last to know.”

Steve let a laugh escape from him. “Thanks.”

“Steve, I know our lives are busy but...you can make it work. You both can. You just need to tell her.” Wanda told him. “And don’t even try and start to ask if she feels the same because even a blind man from space can see she is completely in love with you.”

“Really?” Steve asked. 

“Really.”

Wanda finished cleaning up Steve’s wounds, even healing a few with her own powers before she sat back. 

“Clint made it work.” Wanda added. “You can make it work, too.”

And nearly an hour later, Steve was alerted to how Isla was holding up. 

“She’s weak, but she’ll be okay.” The doctor told him. “The equivilent of what happened to her is someone being shot and loosing blood. She’s tired and she’ll need a while to recover, but with help, she’ll be back to herself in no time.”

“Can I see her?”

The doctor nodded. 

“I’ll wait out here.” Wanda said, placing a hand on Steve’s back. “Go. I’ll make sure people stay out for a while.”

“Thank you.”

Steve made his was down the hallway before finding Isla lay on the hospital bed. She was awake but tired. 

“Hey,”

Isla looked over to him, “Hi.” 

Slowly, Steve walked inside. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck. You know, the usual.”

Steve managed to force a smile, but they both knew how she was feeling.

“Listen, Isla, I-”

“Tell me what we are.” Isla’s voice was soft, almost fed-up. She was tired of her thoughts going round and around in her head telling her to question what was actually happening. They had kissed. They had slept together. But they hadn’t actually talked. Was this something that could lead to more? Or was it just a fleeting feeling that both would never act on again?

Steve stalled for a moment. He wasn’t expecting her to be so direct. If this had been another moment, maybe it would have been a question. But this was a statement. 

“Steve, I’m tired.” Isla began. “I’m tired of whatever this feeling is and not knowing whether I’m meant to forget it or if you want the same. And, you were right. That day in the training room...I freaked. I freaked because I realised what that feeling was. And I don’t know what to do with it. So, please. Please tell me what we are.” 

The tears were ready in Isla’s eyes. She was trying her best to hold them back, but they fell anyway. God, she just wanted to know. 

Steve was now sat beside her and took her hand in his. “I can’t tell you what we are. But I can tell you what I feel. I’m in love with you, Isla. I always have been. It just took me a little longer to realise it. When...when I lie in bed at night and think of a life I could lead, the family I could have away from work...you’re there. You’ve always been there. I can’t tell you what we are because I don’t know what we are. But I know I want us to be something. Something more than friends.”

“I’m in love with you, Isla. And I want you in my life, more than you know.”

Steve squeezed Isla’s hand a little before lifting it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on her knuckled. 

After a moment, Isla removed her hand from Steve’s and slowly sat up. Steve panicked firt because he thought that was her way or saying ‘no’ and then because she was moving herself when she shouldn’t have been. 

But, as she sat up, her hair made wavy from the braids that had been in her hair, Isla gave a slightly confused look for a moment before placing a hand on Steve’s cheek and kissed him. 

Steve kissed back, being careful not to hurt her as her hand lowered to his chest and Steve held her face in his hands. 

Eventually, the pair broke apart, their heads gently resting against one anothers. 

“I’m in love with you, too, Steve.”

There was a few peppered kissed before Isla reached around Steve, pulling him into a hug. Steve held her just as tight, being sure once again to not hurt her. 

Maybe it had taken a few years but it was safe to say that they wouldn’t be leaving each other alone ever again and that that barrier was fully and completly demolished. 

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In the stars

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader ft. Steve Rogers

Summary: It's been five years since Thanos wiped away half of the population including Y/N's lover and while Steve is trying to get her to face the harsh reality, she's dead set on getting him back.

Warnings: If y'all cry I'm not responsible :')

This may or may not remain as a standalone.

MASTERLIST

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“We lost.”

Y/N angrily wiped away the stream of tears that continued to flow from her already puffy eyes. She could barely keep it together thinking about what happened in Wakanda five years ago, the day she lost friends, people she called a family.

The day she lost Stephen.

Each year that passed she thought that she’d be able to think about him without sobbing uncontrollably but each year she was wrong. She missed her lover the most. The last time she saw him was the night before everything went downhill with the spaceship that showed up in the city.

“You know you don’t have to go, you could stay here with me. You already have a drawer, your own toothbrush in the bathroom. Stay.” Stephen lightly traced his fingers along the column of her spine as they cuddled, basking in the afterglow of their steamy night.

“Are you asking me to move in with you Strange?” Y/N shifted herself to look at him, her eyes finding his immediately as he was already staring down at her. Stephen cradled her cheek with his free hand, smiling as she kissed his palm before nuzzling into his touch.

“Honey I’m not asking. I’m telling you to stay.”

“So damn bossy Doc.” 

Through her blurred vision Y/N found Stephen’s name on the huge stone wall in the midst of all the others who disappeared after the snap. In the five years she never reached out to Wong or even set foot in the direction of the New York Sanctum, she couldn’t bear to visit, knowing that when she walked through the doors she wouldn’t be greeted by her boyfriend. 

“Hey.” Steve’s large hand held onto her shoulder, coaxing her away from the stone wall and into his arms. He knew she was going to be there today and he didn’t want her to be alone, she always tried to hide her emotions from everyone but he saw right through her facade as she did see through his.

“We have to do something.” Y/N sobbed into his chest, dropping all her walls in the moment. She hadn’t realised how badly she needed to let it all out and stop suppressing what she felt until Steve hugged her.

“Y/N I’m sure there’s nothing more that we can do but-”

“Don’t even think about telling me to move on Rogers.” She pulled away from him and dried her tears with the sleeve of her sweater.

“I’m sure there’s something that we could do to get everyone back. Maybe, maybe we could go back in time and change it all. I just- we have to bring them back.” 

“Time travel isn’t a thing.”

“I know but-” The super soldier held onto both of her shoulders as he spoke. He was about to say exactly what she didn’t want to hear and it crushes him to have to do this to his friend but he can’t bear to see her drive herself crazy living in the world of what ifs any longer.

“Y/N, I know you miss him and I know that you’d want to do everything in your power to get him back but you can’t. Stephen is gone, it sucks to say it but he is. We’ve lost so many people and I wish that there was something that we could do to bring them back but let’s face it, we can’t.” Y/N scoffed, shrugging his hands off of her. She couldn’t believe that America’s golden boy lost all hope too, the one person she thought would’ve been jumping to bring back half the goddamn population and his buddies didn't want to at least try.

“So that’s it Steve, you’re not even willing to try to get your friends back. I wish Sam and Bucky could hear the words come out of your mouth right now, what a great friend you are. The funny thing is, you and Tony finally agree on something for once. Either of you just want to count your losses and live life like we didn’t lose it all to a fucking purple asshole!” 

“Tony is happy, he finally has the life he’s always wanted with Pepper-”

“Oh right I’m supposed to give a damn about his happiness when I’m not? I love the fact that he’s got the wife and kid, the family he dreamed of but at what cost? I was with someone that I saw a future with, someone who cared about me, loved me and before we even had the chance of taking another step in our relationship it was over. Steve you’re not happy, you try to hide it all the time but you’re far from it.” Steve looked down at his shoes briefly, she was right about him being unhappy. 

“You’re right, I’m not happy about any of this but I’m not jeopardising what we have now in any attempt to get back what we lost. I kissed that dream goodbye so long ago, it’s time you do the same.” Steve kissed her temple as he walked past her to get to his group meeting. Y/N hung her head low to hide her fresh tears from the people that walked by.

She didn’t want to say goodbye to Stephen or any of the memories that they shared together so easily when there’s bound to be something that could be done to get him back. With her eyes closed, images of Stephen flooded her mind.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” Mumbling, she kissed her fingers and touched his name on the wall. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweater and took a couple steps back. She wasn’t going to give up hope so easily. Looking up at the night sky she weakly smiled at the stars that were faintly visible.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to bring you back.”

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[zep-writings]

You Feel Like Home

CHAPTER SIX.

Warnings: Bad words, mention of war and military, sickness and trauma.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Ellie Barnes.

Notes: I do not own any of the characters present in this story, except for Ellie Barnes, an original character. This is pure fiction.

This has not been beta and English is not my first language so be nice haha.

Please give me some feedback, even just a small comment is really appreciated!

I've been working on this one for a while, so please let me know what you think!

You Feel Like Home Masterlist || Main Masterlist.

Chapter five

Three days went by, and Ellie never received any news from Steve. Peggy had promised to keep her updated if she got a signal from the transponder but so far they had absolutely nothing and Ellie was starting to lose hope. Little positivity she had left thanks to her talks with Peggy over the last few days was now gone and she just felt lost and alone. She kept herself busy with her work, tending to the wounded the best way she could, and filling paperwork when everyone was resting. Things were quiet at the camp so far until Ellie heard loud claps coming from outside the tent. She frowned and turned to another nurse who shrugged as a soldier walked in, out of breath.

“We need medics, we have wounded soldiers who need medical attention!” A soldier announced.

“We’re coming.” Ellie simply said, whipping her hands and following other nurses and medics outside.

There were hundreds of men standing near the entrance of the camp, men who had disappeared weeks ago and for a moment Ellie didn’t understand. As people were rushing around her, she went into nurse mode, talking to a few soldiers and directing them to help carry the wounded to the medical tents. Quickly, her instincts took over and she grabbed a bag of medical supplies. She administered pain killers to those who needed it and started to take care of the wounds of others.

For the next few hours, she did her best to do her job, to patch bullets wounds, fix broken bones or tend to sick soldiers but her mind couldn’t help but wonder about Steve or Bucky. Where were they? Did they make it back? She hadn’t seen any of them and a part of her was still scared that neither of them had made it back.

“Leah, can you keep an eye on everyone for a minute?” Ellie wondered, looking up at her friend who simply nodded.

Ellie finished up a bandage on a young man, barely in his twenties before she stood up and walked to the entrance of the tent. She gave a quick glance around, the most seriously injured soldiers had already been taking care of and she needed to check on the others, but she also needed to find Steve. She needed to ask him about Bucky, she knew there was a chance he would bring back bad news, but she had to know.

“Hi, have you seen Steve Rogers?” Ellie asked the first soldier she crossed path with outside the medical tent.

“He was with Colonel Phillips, near the entrance of the camp.” The soldier explained, pointing out at the big tent and Ellie nodded.

Ellie thanked him, looked around and made her way through the small crowd still reunited. Her heart fastened in her chest; concern visible on her soft features as she searched for the captain. When her eyes landed on his dirt covered face, she let out a loud sigh she didn’t know she was holding. He was there, alive.

“Steve…” Ellie muttered, and the super soldier turned to her, a smile spreading on his lips. “Steve, is he…” But she couldn’t finish her sentence, her throat tightened at the thought of Steve telling her Bucky was gone for good.

Instead of replying, Steve moved a step to the side to let Ellie’s eyes fell on her brother. Bucky was there, dirty and smelly but alive. Her hands flew to her mouth, and she let out a sob.

“Bucky…” Ellie sobbed as she rushed to him, and he pulled her into a hug. For a moment they stayed like that, hugging each other. “I… I thought I’d never see you again…” Ellie admitted, stepping away a little and whipping her tears, sniffling a little.

“You won’t get rid of me so easily. We Barneses are tough, remember?” Bucky smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But what are you doing here?” Bucky frowned, a little confused.

“I graduated early. I’m officially a nurse.” Ellie stated as she observed Bucky a little closer. He was pale and weak, there was no doubt in that, but what got her worried was the sound of his breathing. “You’re sick.”

“I’m fine, Ellie.”

“No. You’re not. You need some medical attention, Buck.” Ellie observed and glanced at Steve. “Tell him to stop being so stubborn.”

Steve raised both his hand. “Hey, he always listened to you more than me.” He smirked but gave Bucky a knowing look.

“Okay, okay. Fine.” Bucky finally said with a sigh. “But I’m telling you, I’m fine.”

Ellie gave him a look, the one that resemble so much of the one their mother used to give him all the time, that he didn’t argue more and followed her to her own personal tent. He dropped on the camp bed. He was exhausted, struggling a little to breathe, but he would never tell Ellie she was right. Steve stayed in the entrance of the tent, not wanting to invade Ellie’s privacy.

“Okay, take of your shirt.” Ellie told her brother who did as he was told. She tried not to pay attention to the multiple bruises on his chest and grabbed a stethoscope, pressing it against his chest. “Take a deep breathe.”

Bucky took a deep breath but starting coughing, wincing at the pain in his lung. Ellie placed the stethoscope around her neck and touch his neck and forehead. He was burning up.

“You’ve got pneumonia, Buck. I’ll go grab some medication, you laid down and get some rest.” Ellie ordered and before he could reply, she walked out of the tent, Steve hot on her tail.

“Is he gonna be okay? He was in a lab of some sort when I found him.” Steve explained to Ellie, his hands resting on his buckle.

“He’ll be fine, he just need rest, a lot of it. Even if he says he’s fine.” Ellie took a bag and put a few needles, penicillin and other medications in it before she turned to Steve, hesitating a moment. “Do… Do you know what they did to him?”

“No. Not really. He didn’t talk about it. They were put to work, that’s all I know.”

Ellie nodded and for a moment silence set between them. Ellie’s mind went back to that kiss, the one she had initiated when she thought she would never see him again, and now that he was back, she felt awkward. And so did Steve. He didn’t have much time to think about what had happened between them before the plane ride and yet now that he was right in front of her, he couldn’t think about anything else than kissing her again.

“We should…” Ellie pointed at her tent.

“Right, yeah.” Steve nodded.

The captain followed her back to her tent where Bucky was now laying down on the bed, half asleep, his mind racing through what had happened to him over the last few weeks. However, as soon as Ellie passed the doors of the tent, he put a smile on his face. The smile was a fake one and both Steve and Ellie noticed as they exchanged a glance.

“I’ve got some penicillin and some antibiotics. That should help you.” Ellie said softly, sitting on the side on the bed.

“You know how much I hate needles.” Bucky pouted like a five-year-old boy.

“I know, but it’ll make you feel better, I promise.” Ellie explained, stroking his arm.

“Fine, make it quick.”

Ellie pulled a needle out of the bag, sterilized it and as gently as possible she administered Bucky with what he needed. She bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Get some rest.” Ellie whispered.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to fall asleep, and Ellie stared at him for a few minutes, he looked so small… She stood up and walked to Steve who was unusually quiet.

“Thanks for saving him…” Ellie looked up at the captain and Steve simply smiled softly. “And for coming back.”

“I told you I would.”

“I know but I thought…” Ellie went quiet for a second and shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. You’re both safe.”

Steve nodded and pulled her into his chest. She snuggled against him for a moment, silence settling between the two. Things were a little awkward between them and for a moment Ellie was worried she had messed up everything between them. Why did she have to kiss him? Why couldn’t she just act like she always did with him? She finally pulled away and glanced at her brother.

“Just keep an eye on him, will you? I have to go back to the medic tent.” Ellie asked Steve.

“Of course.” Steve said, a soft smile on his lips and he watch Ellie walked out.

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Weeks passed by quickly after Steve saved all those soldiers and he had brought Bucky back. Bucky had recovered from the pneumonia he had caught in Azzano and to Ellie’s surprise he had recovering faster than she expected. In barely two weeks, he had almost fully healed but Ellie still insisted on him resting, which he refused to do.

For the most part of that time, Steve had been busy with Peggy, some of the officers he had rescued and Colonel Phillips planning operations. From the little Ellie knew, he was now part of the fighting team going against Hydra, the Nazi Scientist Division and even if she worried of what it meant, she was relieved he was busy.

Ellie missed him, but since their kiss, she couldn’t keep Steve out of her mind. She wasn’t ready to face what she had done or what she felt for him, and she did her best to keep herself occupied and avoid Steve, which turned out to be easier than she thought as both of them were so busy. She knew she would have to face him at some point, to tell him why she had kissed him, but truth was, she was scared of telling him. She didn’t want things to change between them, she didn’t want to face the fact that she may have ruined their friendship.

Now back in London, Ellie was working in the same building as Steve and Bucky, but luckily their path didn’t cross much and when they did, she always found an excuse to leave. Bucky on his part had noticed something was up with Ellie, he knew her all too well not to notice, but he never pushed or never asked. However, Bucky wasn’t dumb, he knew how her sister felt about Steve, and he suspected something had happened for them to end up avoiding each other.

“Are you coming for a drink?” Peggy’s voice pulled Ellie out of her thoughts.

Ellie raised her head to look at Peggy, looking absolutely gorgeous in that tight red dress hugging her curves perfectly. “Wow, Peg you look beautiful.”

“Well, thank you.” The Agent smiled. “And soon you’ll look perfect, and Steve will only have eyes for you. Come on.”

“Peg… I don’t think I’m coming.” Ellie bit down on her lower lips.

“Oh yes, yes you are.” Peggy shook her head and went through Ellie’s small hotel room closet. She pulled out a very simple little pink dress. “Come on put this on.”

Ellie sighed but stood up from her bed where she was sat and grabbed the dress, walking to her bathroom.

“Have you talk to Steve yet?” Peggy asked a little louder from the room.

“To say what? I don’t know what to say, Peg, he’s my brother’s best friend.” Ellie took of her clothes and pull on the dress her friend had chosen for her.

“To say what you feel. I know Steve doesn’t know how act around women, but you have to talk to him.”

Ellie pulled her long brown hair back and walked back to the room. Peggy smiled at her, approving her outfit as she slipped on black shoes. “I guess I’m as bad as he is then.” Ellie admitted. “Look, in just a few days he’s going to be back on the front and I’m gonna be here, in London. What’s the point of telling him anything if he’s gonna leave?”

“So, you can have him when he comes back home.” Peggy simply stated as she gently squeezed Ellie’s hand in hers.

“I’ll think about it.” Ellie promised, giving Peggy a smile.

The Agent nodded and threw her arm around Ellie’s arm. Quickly, they made their way to the neighbor pub Whip & Fiddle near their hotel, the one where Steve, Bucky and a few other soldiers had decided to spend the night. As soon as the two ladies entered the bar, heads turned to look at them and Ellie felt herself blush. She never liked being the center of attention, but she knew Peggy often had that affect on men, she was a beautiful woman after all. Ellie silently followed Peggy to the back of the bar where Steve and Bucky were sat on stools, and she watched as they both leaned back to look at them approach. As soon as they noticed Ellie and Peggy, they both stood up, facing them.

“Captain.” The Agent Carter spoke.

“Agent Carter.” Steve replied, his eyes glancing at her before landing on Ellie, standing slightly behind the Agent.

“Ma’am.” Bucky saluted as looked up and down at Peggy.

“Howard has some equipment for you to try. Tomorrow morning?” Peggy announced as Steve couldn’t take his eyes of Ellie who felt herself blushed even more, pushing a piece of hair back behind her ear and looking down at the floor.

“Sounds good.” Steve replied, glancing quickly at Peggy.

Peggy looked to her right, her eyes falling on the men Steve had chosen to be in his team, where they resumed to their loud singing. “I see your top squad is prepping for duty.”

Bucky looked back and turned back to Peggy, a charming smile on his lips, a smile that Ellie knew all too well. “You don’t like music?”

“I do, actually.” Peggy turned to Ellie and smirked slightly. “And so does she.”

Ellie looked back up, her eyes landing on Steve who still hadn’t taken his eyes out of her. She is so gorgeous, he thought, his heart beating a little faster in his chest.

“We might even, when this is all over, go dancing.” Peggy added, offering a smile to Bucky.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Bucky asked, turning on his charm.

“The right partner.” Ellie spoke for the first time that evening.

Steve couldn’t help but notice this seemed to be aimed at him. Was she referring to the kiss they had shared? Was she trying to say something to him? Steve hadn’t stopped thinking about her since their kiss, he couldn’t and all he wanted to do at that moment was tasting her lips again. He missed her.

“0800, Captain.” Peggy ordered, taking Ellie’s arm back in hers as she started to walk away.

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be there.” Steve said, his eyes following Ellie as she walked away.

The last thing Ellie heard was her brother’s voice saying, “I’m invisible.”

Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest way and when she sat next to Peggy at the bar, she turned to her and shook her head. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Peggy said innocently, smiling at her friend and ordering them a drink.

“That. Saying we’ll go dancing.”

“Hey, you’re the one who said you were waiting for the right partner. But you know, Steve only had eyes for you in there, it was obvious.”

Ellie felt herself blush again and grabbed the drink the bar tender was handing her. “I’ve always felt invisible with Steve, I mean not in a bad way. He’s always been an amazing friend, we’ve always been close, but I never thought…”

“You never thought he could feel something for you?”

“Well, yes.” Ellie admitted, taking a sip of her drink, and looking up at Peggy.

“I think you have to get use to the idea that he does feel something for you though. And you should stop overthinking, just… Go with it.”

Ellie stayed silent for a while, drinking with Peggy before she got tired. Things had been crazy and busy over the last few weeks, and everything that was going on with Steve wasn’t helping Ellie who struggled to sleep. She wished Peggy a good night and walked out of the pub, wrapping her arms around herself to shield her from the cold. She jumped a little when she felt someone dropped a jacket around her shoulder.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Steve softly spoke, offering her a soft smile.

“It’s okay. What are you doing here?” Ellie pulled his jacket around her.

“I was gonna go back to the hotel. Let me walk you back.”

Ellie smiled shyly. “Sure.”

Steve pushed his hands into his pants pocket as a silence settle between them. It was awkward, and for a moment Ellie’s remembered Peggy’s words: stop overthinking, go with it. Why was it so hard though? Why couldn’t she simply tell him how she felt?

“Are you okay, Angel?” Steve broke the silence, looking at the brunette by his side.

“I’m fine, just tired. It’s been a lot lately, you know.” Ellie admitted, glancing quickly at those blue eyes she loved so much.

“Yeah, I know how you feel. But you’re an amazing nurse, Ellie. I’m glad you were here after Azzano, and I know Bucky was too, even if he’s too proud to say it.”

Ellie chuckled slightly. “It’s Buck, I know he would never ask for help unless he’s dying. He likes to play tough.”

“He sure does.”

Silence fell between them again as Steve and Ellie entered the hotel. They reached out Ellie’s floor and stopped in front of her door before she took of Steve’s jacket and handed over back to him.

“Thanks for walking me back.” Ellie whispered with a small smile.

“Anytime.” Steve hesitated for a second before he spoke again. “You looked beautiful by the way, very beautiful.”

“Thanks.” Ellie placed a piece of her hair behind her ear as she always did when she was nervous and felt herself blush. “Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, Angel.” Without a second thought, he bent down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Ellie nodded and entered her hotel room, biting down on her lower lip. Maybe Peggy was right after all, maybe Steve felt more for her than she thought.

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Chapter seven

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