#captian america angst

[littlemelaninfics]

Can you write something with Chris Evans on Thanksgiving and the reader is his best friend and is into him. You can decide if fluff or smut. 🥰

And sorry for my English. It is Not my native Language 🙈🤗

Wanting You

a/n: This is more fluffy-angsty. I really hope that's okay. Happy Thanksgiving, all!

"So you're gonna tell him?"

"What? I don't know. I highly doubt it, Scott."

"Why not? A mini road trip through the country to my mom's house for a holiday party couldn't be more perfect!"

"This is your brother we're talking about. The Chris Evans. Take all that celebrity shit away and he's still a guy who's not in my league. Or more I'm not in his."

"But you don't knowww that, Y/n."

"Has he said something or something? Is that why you're pushing this so hard?"

"He hasn't said anything, Love. But if I know Chris, he doesn't have to."

"Ugh! You are no help. What kind of infomant are you?"

"A pro bono one."

"I hate you."

"I love you too. Just hurry up and get here!"

"I will! He's on his way."

"Okay. See you when you get here. Tell him!"

"Bye Scott!"

You were putting the last finishing touches on your makeup when your phone started to vibrate,

"Hello?"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Fucker!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, you jackwagon! Are you here?"

"Rounding the corner now."

"Perfect. See you in a sec," you hung up the phone and went to grab your light brown coat. When you opened the door to your apartment, Chris pulled up a second later. He got out of the car and your heart skipped a beat.

He was wearing a dark sweater and dark jeans with his hair perfectly set. His Rolex was on perfect display and the Raybans sat flawlessly on the bridge of his nose. What got you though was the chain around his neck that swayed with every step. Chris Evans never let it be forgotten that he is that bitch.

Chris rounded to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for you,

"Hey! Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Kid," he said bringing you in for a hug.

Kid. The nickname you dreaded because a man like that doesn't want someone with 'kid' attatched to their name. He wants a woman and that's what you are. You two get in the car and drive off to his mom's house.

"So what have you been up to. Give me the deets. The 411."

"Ew, Chris don't say that haha!"

"Whaat? I'm hip."

"Hip people don't say 'hip'."

"Seriously. How ya been, Y/n?" He asked turning to you for half a second,

"Honestly, stressed. I just had midterms and now I have to study for finals. On top of that they raised my rent. It's only $100, but still. When you don't have it..." you said shaking your head.

"Why didn't you tell me you were having money problems?"

"Because it's not your problem, Chris."

"But it can be."

Did he just? Wait, have to be sure,

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've been there for me in my darkest hours. Whether it's prepping for a new role or being a better agent than my actual agent. You know me better than anyone and I hate that I can't be there for you. Or wasn't allowed to be there. Just don't hold out on me."

"Damn, Evans. I might actually take you up on that."

He chuckled and squeezed your left knee. The friendly act sent chills down your spine and your blood run cold. It's been so long since you felt like this for someone because he was right, you did know him better than anyone. There's no denying the way you two flow in sync so effortlessly.

You and Chris continued to catch up and honestly gossip a bit until you reached his moms,

"Y/n! Hi! Welcome! Come on in!"

"Hey Lisa! Thank you!"

"How are you, Sweetheart? It's been so long," she said helping you remove your coat.

"Too long! And I've been okay!"

You take a couple more steps in and walk to the left where the family was. The living room was filled with scents of amazing Thanksgiving food and decor. Turkey, macaroni and cheese, and so many sides that you were sure to be eating leftovers for a week. It made your belly rumble in hunger, but you knew Lisa most likely needed help. Your favorite smell, however, was the apple cinnamon candle Lisa had been lighting since you met her.

After mingling with his family, you walked into the kitchen and Chris stayed to finish catching up in the living room. You couldn't help but smile when you heard him do his "monster voice" and the shrieks and giggles of the kids that were there.

You, Carly and Lisa were all laughing, drinking and cooking when Chris came in just to bug. Lisa slapped his hand away from taking one of the cookies and he gave massive bear hugs all around. He tickled Carly but let his arm linger on your shoulder for longer than normal. When you looked up at him, all he did was smile and wink at you before victoriously sntaching a cookie and running off to watch Football.

Carly and Lisa went to entertain while you agreed to stay and watch the food. You heard the doorbell ring while you were away and a slight uproar of excitement. Scott was laughing fakely when he came into the kitchen a few minutes later,

"Bitch."

"What? What happened?"

"Don't freak out, but Lucy is here."

"Lucy..."

"Chris' ex girlfriend! The one he was with and only broke up with because he was moving to LA!"

"She's here!?"

"Yes! I had no idea my mom invited her. I would've given you a heads up," he said placing a hand on your back. He went back to the living room festivities and left you to hang your head low. How would compete with a ex who is only an ex because of location difficulties? You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Chris' imfamous laugh. You peek your head from the kitchen and see them buddied up together on the couch.

You instantly took the bottle of wine and refilled your glass. This was going to be a long night.

More and more of his family started pouring in and you'd be lying if you said you didn't stick out like a sore thumb, but the level of comfort you had around these people was unmatched.

It was finally time for dinner when the whole family gathered around the table. Grace was said, the children were served and you took a seat next to Chris and Lisa.

You had two more glasses of wine during your meal before going and grabbing the other plate of rolls for the table and taking your plate to the sink. When you returned, Lucy had mirgrated to your seat and Chris was whispering in her ear. You had stopped in just enough time for no one else to see you stare them down. It wasn't until he whispered something and smirked that you rolled your eyes.

You sat next to Scott on the opposite side of the table and now it was his turn to squeeze your leg in comfort. You took in the time to soak her in up close. Her wavy brown hair and piercing deep blue eyes was exactly what you thought of when you heard of a Chris Evans ex girlfriend. She was taller than you thought and looked very well put together. Like she had her shit on lock.

You continued to drink, trying to ignore the lovebirds kee-keeing right across from you when Lisa pipped up,

"So Lucy, what is new with you? You look good."

"Oh thank you, Lisa. I've been great! Working and selling house after house-"

"And apparently looking good doing it," Chris whispered to her. She giggled while slapping his arm and turning back to his mom. You rolled your eyes hard and took another sip. Chris peeked it and furrowed his brow before tuning back into Lucy.

Everyone moved to the living room for dessert and those two carried on. Scott and the wine were your best friends that night since yours was preoccupied. You know it was stupid to feel jealous because Chris didn't even know you liked him so how is that fair?

When you saw him place a kiss to her cheek, you lost it. Mind you, it was probably the alcohol but still an outburst ensued,

“Chris!” you shouted as you stood. All eyes were suddenly on you, “will you help me with something real quick?” He nodded and rubbed her thigh while mouthing he’ll be back. When he stood, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

All you heard him say was “Naughty, naughty” is a sing song voice,

“Today, Chris.” He gave you a “What the Fuck” look when you two walked off from the crowd,

"What is your problem?"

"Nothing. You can just canoodle with I Love Lucy later," you said turning to walk off.

"Hey. Stop," he said following you to the next room, "What's your deal with Lucy? You've been giving her dirty looks all night."

"Believe me when I say I haven't," you rolled you eyes once more.

"There! There are those fucking eyes. Look I know you're drunk, but that doesn't give you the right-"

"Fuck you, I'm drunk! I'm fine, Chris. Everything is fine! I'm fine, Lucy is fine, you're fine. We're all fine!"

"Kid, what is going on with you?"

"Ugh! I'm not a fucking kid! I pay taxes, I pay rent and I give a killer blowjob!" Chris' eyebrows went up, "What don't you see in me? I've been right here. I know all your shit and I handle some of it myself. What more could you want?!"

The words were just slurring out at this point with no end in sight.

"Y/n, let's not do this here, okay? You're drunk and you're just saying things." He started to walk away and was almost fully in the living room. You of course chased after him,

"Why are you disregarding my feelings?"

'What feelings?!"

"For you! My feeling for you!"

"Chris?" Lisa said.

The two of you looked at each other before realizing you were back in front of everyone.

"Is everything okay, Chris?"

“Ha ha ha. She’s fiiiine. I think someone is a bit of a lightweight.” Scott tried to cover the awkwardness, "Why don't I take her to lie down." He quickly pushed past Chris and ushered you to the den. He sat with you while you nursed your water for a little bit until you were okay to be alone.

You had been by yourself for about 5 minutes when Chris walked in with his hands in his pockets. You groaned and reached out your hands wanting him to come join you on the couch. Chris gave you a little laugh watching your arms stick out in a childlike manner for him. He lifted the blanket covering your legs to join you on the couch. He put your legs in his lap and tapped on them gently,

"You know I love you, right?"

"Just not in love with me..." you said quietly.

Chris took both your hands in his and brought them to his lips, looking deep in your eyes. His arm wrapped around you shoulder pulling you into his side. Chris pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead and lingered his lips on the soft skin,

"It's just not our time, Kid. I've thought about it. For years I've thought about you, but I can't just thrust you into my other life which happens to be the biggest one. It's not fair to you and I'll be dammed if I lose you, Y/n. I love you."

All you could do was nod and wipe a falling tear,

"I love you too," you whispered out. He leaned in more and you sat up to meet him for a hug.

"Awww is everything okay now?" Scott asked, entering the room with his mouth full of thirds.

"Absolutely perfect," Chris said sending you a smile and a wink.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

The beginning of the end...?

Pairing ⇒ Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader x Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes

Word count ⇒ 5.6K

Summary ⇒ Steve and Bucky are planning on proposing, but as they're doing this, they don't realize the two of them are giving you the feeling you're not worthy of them. As soon as they find out, their behavior completely changes, and before you know it, you have two super soldiers down on their knees, asking you to marry them.

Rating ⇒ Explicit (E)

Warnings ⇒ Polyamorous relationship, use of nicknames (Princess, Printsessa),

Angst ⇒ Hurt/comfort, references to anxiety and insecurity.

Smut ⇒ MMF threesome, D/S undertones, sensory play/deprivation (blindfold), discussion of safewords, size kink, dirty talk, oral (F receiving), nipple play, fingering (anal/vaginal), double penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, implied aftercare

Request ⇒ Anon I don’t know if you write this but could you maybe write a story about bucky x Steve x y/n or reader what you prefer. That they are in a relationship but reader feels left out because Steve and bucky go way back together so she thinks they wanne break up while the boys are planning to propose. So reader distance herself more and more while the boys have no clue. In the end they propose to her but I want a good angsty/ fluff story

A/n -> Thank you so much for this beautiful request, sweet Nonnie! I want to thank @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me develop the title, and I want to say thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for helping me whilst writing this, as well as for your feedback while proofreading. You helped me bring this fic to the next level, and I deeply appreciate it! ❤️

A/n 2.0 ⇒ My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again ❤️

Events Masterlist ⇒ @buckybarnesevents ⇒ BaBB061: December ⇒ Sensory Play/ Deprivation Masterlist ⇒ @stuckybingo ⇒ Kink: Size kink Masterlist ⇒ @lgbtqbingo ⇒ Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Masterlist ⇒ @marvel-smash-bingo ⇒ ''I love to see you lying there like that.''

Banners: @vase-of-lilies ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ Photo: Source

Main Masterlist ⇒ Stucky Masterlist

Something between the three of you has shifted. You don't know how, why, or when, but it has. And with that, your anxiety has gone through the roof as well. Steve and Bucky have been spending more time with each other than with you lately, which is strange since they usually can't keep their hands off of you, or each other for that matter. Even though all three of you still sleep in the same bed at night, it doesn't feel the same and you're starting to feel like a third wheel in your relationship. After all, they've known each other for almost a century.

You're watching a movie with only Steve because Bucky is on an undercover mission and is unreachable for at least a week. However, even though you have chosen the movie, you're not watching it. Your eyes look at the TV, but your brain doesn't register what's happening as you're so lost in your thoughts.

"Is everything okay, Princess?" Steve asks when he notices you've been zoned out for a while.

"Yeah, just tired," you say and fake a yawn, getting up to go to bed despite still being early in the evening. Steve looks at you with worry when you stand, but he leaves it be for now; he figures that if something's wrong, you'll come to him.

"Okay, sleep well, Princess," he says in a soft, defeated voice, and your heart aches at the sound, but you will your legs to walk to the bedroom and curl into the comforter on your bed. Not long after, you feel the mattress dip beside you, and Steve cuddles up to you under the heavy comforter. You let out a small sigh as you feel his muscular chest press against your back. Steve places a few soft kisses on your shoulder before he whispers something to you, under the impression you're asleep.

"I love you, Princess. I'm sorry we have to do it this way, but it'll be for the best," he says. With those words, he lays his head down, and you're fighting against your tears. This confirms it for you. He's just being nice to you now because Bucky's not here, waiting for him to return so they can break up with you together. It'll always be them against the world, and they don't have a place inside that world for you.

To save yourself from most of the pain, you decide to spend more time with others or alone in your room instead of with Steve, and while you notice the sad look on his face, he also doesn’t come to you.

"Princess, can we talk for a minute?" Steve asks as you walk into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. He's leaning against the counter in tight sweatpants and an even tighter shirt. You feel a wave of arousal course through your veins and between your legs, as you look him up and down, admiring his physique. You don’t let it distract you from the matter as you prepare for the talk he’s about to have with you.

"Sure, Steve," you say with a slight smile, hoping it looks sincere.

When you have your breakfast ready, he leads you to your bedroom, where you sit on your couch. He takes his place next to you, almost taking up half the sofa with the broad shoulders you love so much -where you scrape your nails when he's fucking your brains out. But that's not what you're thinking of right now, no. Right now, you're bracing yourself for what's to come; the inevitable is here, you think.

"As you know, Bucky is coming home from the mission tomorrow, and I was thinking of surprising him with a relaxing evening with the three of us. A nice home-cooked dinner, a relaxing bath, maybe even a blanket fort and a movie," he says as he looks at you expectantly.

"I- I think I have plans tomorrow night, sorry," you say, and you look at your food, unable to look Steve in the eye right now because if you do, you're sure he'd see that you're not telling the truth.

"Princess, can you please look at me?" Steve asks in a soft voice, and that's what pushes you over the edge, the tears streaming down your face while you sob uncontrollably. Steve reaches for you and pulls you into his lap, whispering soothing words and kissing you again on your temple.

"It's okay, Princess, I've got you," he says, and you can't help but feel incredibly guilty that he's doing this.

"C'mon, let's get a little more comfortable on the bed," he says as he lifts you up and carries you there before sitting with you in his lap. The two of you stay like that until you calm down and surrender to his warmth, feeling safe in his strong arms.

"I'm sorry…" you croak out, and it's a good thing he has super soldier hearing otherwise, you doubt he would hear you.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Princess," he says as he wipes your tears, and after a little while, you agree to welcome Bucky home tomorrow night, just like you always do when one or both of them come home from a mission.

Bucky is coming home today, and you feel both happy and anxious. What if he doesn't greet you the same way he always does? Or what if he only wants to see Steve? Your mind is going into overdrive the closer he gets to finally being home, but you're trying to keep yourself together, not wanting to breakdown like you did with Steve yesterday. When the Quinjet is on approach, you shoot Steve a quick text to see if he's coming, but he says he's wrapped up in a meeting for a while and that you can go alone, so you do.

As you walk to the hangar, you ball your fists up by your sides to relieve some of the anxiety you're feeling, but all you do is break the skin and leave crescent moons in the palms of your hands. You hope Bucky won't see them. When the Quinjet lands and Bucky walks out, you see him searching for both you and Steve. If he's disappointed only to be greeted by you, he doesn't show it. He runs over to you with a slight jog and a smile on his face before picking you up and hugging you tightly.

"Hi, Printsessa! I can't believe how much I've missed you these past few weeks, and I'm sorry I couldn't contact you sooner," he says as he puts you down and grabs your face softly with his big, calloused hands.

"I love you so much, and I can't wait for our blanket fort tonight," he continues before capturing your lips in a soft kiss, which quickly turns passionate as you let yourself melt into Bucky's touch. When he pulls away, you’re smiling too. You're happy he's home because seeing Bucky somehow makes you forget all your anxieties for just a moment or two.However, as you walk back to the Compound, and Bucky tries to hold your hand, you pull away and he stops dead in his tracks, looking at you with a raised brow. Shit.

"What's going on, Printsessa? Did you hurt your hand or something?" he asks and with a small tear rolling down your face, you unfold the palms of your hands, showing him the damage you've done to them. You don't know how or why, but Bucky seems to catch onto things a lot faster than Steve did, as he immediately figures out it's because they have been spending less time with you lately.

"Is- Is this because of us? Because Steve and I are busier with work lately?" he asks softly. He told Steve this was likely to happen and now that it has he feels worse than ever. With a slight nod, you wordlessly answer his question, and his heart feels like it is shattering as he clutches you to his chest. He holds you as close as he can and repeatedly says the word ‘sorry’.

"I-It's okay," you croak out, still crying into his chest. Suddenly, you feel a powerful, broad chest against your back and one more pair of warm hands rubbing your sides to calm you down. Although you don’t see it, Bucky shoots Steve a look of ’I told you so!’ over your shoulder. They're both feeling sorry, even though this was the only way to organize the extraordinary thing they have planned for you.

"Shall we go inside, and take a bath together, Printsessa? After that, we can build the blanket fort, watch a movie, and cuddle," Bucky offers. You nod into his chest, but you're not letting him go, so he picks you up with no effort and carries you inside.

Bathtime with your two super soldiers is always lovely, especially since you have a custom bathtub  that fits all three of you perfectly. Steve lets the water run and puts some of your favorite scented bubbles in while Bucky undresses you with kisses on each piece of skin that he reveals.

"God, I can't believe I've missed out on this for so long, Printsessa," he says, and you can't help but preen because of his words. As his lips find your pulse point, sucking softly but still hard enough to leave a bruise, you let out a small moan.

His hands are squeezing the flesh of your butt and spreading them at the same time, giving Steve a little show as he undresses you. Both of them are incredibly hard and when you feel both their dicks press against your body, you can't help but throw your head back against Steve's shoulder.

"Please," you beg softly, although you’re unsure what you're actually begging for. Both men decide not to make you wait any longer, so Steve pulls you close to his chest while Bucky sinks to his knees in front of you. At the sight of Bucky ready to worship you, you clench around nothing, and Steve's warm breath by your ear makes goosebumps appear across your neck. His arms are hooked under yours, cupping both your breasts as Bucky lifts your leg, hooking it over his shoulder before diving into your dripping pussy. You moan loudly.

"Look at that, Princess, look at how perfect he looks between these delicious thighs of yours," Steve growls in your ear, and it all only serves to arouse you even further, bringing you closer to your orgasm. His fingers find your pebbled nipples, rolling and tugging them, drawing soft whines from your lips. Bucky has both of your thighs in a grip that's sure to leave bruises, but the slight discomfort only leaves you wanting more. More of him. More of Steve. More of everything.

"God, you're just such an easy little slut for us, aren't you? We get you naked, and suddenly, you're like a lost puppy who doesn't know what to do," Steve drawls with a slight smirk. At the same time, Bucky lets his tongue alternate between dipping into your entrance and stimulating your clit, until you're right on the edge. That's when he pulls away without any warning.

"You didn't think we'd let you cum that easy, did you?" Bucky teases, and you can feel the disappointment washing over you. However, it doesn't last long because Steve's lips find their way onto your neck as his hands wander to your waist before turning you around to face him.

"Don't worry, Princess, we'll make up for it in the bath, but you'll have to trust us, alright? We’ll make you feel like you're flying. We’ll make love to you until all you can think about is Bucky and me giving you more pleasure than you ever thought you could feel," he tells you, his bright blue eyes sparkling at the thought of what's to come. However, just as you think he's about to lead you into the bath, he reaches for something on the counter that you didn't see earlier: a blindfold.

"If you're okay with it, I'm going to blindfold you when we're in the bath. We’ll be constantly with you, and make sure nothing happens that you're not okay with, Princess. We’re going to use the traffic light system for this. Can you explain what it means?" he asks patiently, and you nod in response.

"Green means that I'm good, that you can continue what you're doing, and that I'm enjoying it. Yellow means that I might be getting uncomfortable with something, so we stop and have a check-in to see what we can do differently before continuing. Red means I have reached a limit and that I want to stop with what we're doing. This will end the entire scene for everyone, and we’ll move on to aftercare," you tell him, just like you have done so many times before.

Despite this, Steve and Bucky want you to say it to them, whether you're just with one of them or all three of you are together. They’re always mindful of your well-being, both physical and emotional, and they keep an extra eye out for you during moments like these.

''Good girl,'' Bucky tells you and with that all three of you get into the bath. They let you get used to the warmth of the water and softness of the bubbles first, the blindfold still lying on the small table next to the large tub.You're leaning against Steve's chest with your legs stretched out and Bucky gently massages your feet to relax you. They want all your anxiety gone, your mind eased.

Steve joins in, his skilled hands slowly massaging your thighs and a groan falls from your lips when he finds a rather sensitive spot, making him smirk. After they massage your limbs for another ten to fifteen minutes, the two super soldiers share a look,Steve immediately knowing what Bucky is thinking. Bucky leans forward, happily pulling you into his lap and getting you settled as he peppers your neck and jaw with kisses and love bites.

''Are you ready, Printsessa? Steve is going to blindfold you when you're ready, and we're hoping you can take both of us today at the same time. How do you feel about that?'' Bucky explains to you as he looks at you, happy when he doesn’t find any sign of discomfort on your face.

''I feel good about it, Bucky; I want to feel both of you inside me,'' you reply, and immediately after, you're blindfolded, the world around you entirely dark. You can hear the soft background music that Steve turned on, and you can feel two sets of hands roaming over your body. Bucky's metal hand is a stark contrast to his flesh one, even in the water as they roam over your thighs before slipping between them, finding your clit effortlessly.

You gasp at the feeling of the metal on your sensitive nub, and you arch your back, pressing your bare breasts against his chest; your butt is now presented beautifully for Steve, who has both of his hands kneading the flesh as he enjoys the sight in front of him. Your hole is on display, but before he moves to work you open, he needs to hear your consent first.

''Color?'' he asks, and you reply with an immediate green. He reaches to the side of the tub and retrieves a small bottle of silicone-based lube. He flips the top open with his thumb, and you softly gasp at the click. Steve squirts some onto his fingers, ready to start opening you up. He moves his hand to your rim with a soft hum, massaging it with his fingertips until it is relaxed enough to push the tip of his index finger in, working you open slowly. Bucky moves his hand from your clit to your entrance, pushing in two fingers at once. The pleasure you were already feeling heightens immensely.

''Look at you, Printsessa, you're doing so good for us,'' Bucky tells you as he keeps visually checking in with Steve. They know you can handle it but don't want to overwhelm you, so they're extra careful with you. They're both big and they don't want to hurt you accidentally, so caution is necessary. When Steve manages to slip a second lubed finger into you, you wince, and both men immediately stop everything they're doing.

''Color?'' Steve asks. 

''Yellow,'' you breathe out. You're having to adjust to him being inside you, but the blindfold over your eyes is making everything more intense.

''I-I need to adjust a little, with the blindfold- I'm just a little more nervous than usual,'' you tell them, and they understand. You take a few deep breaths, giving your body time to get used to what your boyfriends are doing. As you relax, you tell them you’re ‘green,’ and they carefully pick up where they left off. More pleasure blooms through your abdomen as Bucky works a third finger into your pussy, and a loud moan escapes from you as your nails dig into his shoulders.

''Fuck! You both feel so good inside of me,'' you tell them with a broad smile, and you even begin to rock yourself back and forth now that the nerves have disappeared and your confidence has increased. While you were still a little on edge at first, you've now found your footing, and you can feel your orgasm building once more.

''Yeah? Just imagine how you feel when we're both buried deep inside of you, Printsessa, both of our cocks splitting you open as you fall apart on them. Thrusting in and out before we fill you up until both of your holes are dripping with our cum,'' Bucky tells you, and you moan at his words, wanting nothing more than to be filled by them.

''Are you going to cum for us, Princess? Are you cumming on our fingers?'' Steve growls behind you, and with a scream of their names you do, your boyfriends working you through your orgasm with expert precision. They praise you endlessly and prepare you for what's to come. When you come down from your high and are ready for what’s next, Bucky slides down into the bath until the water reaches his shoulders.You straddle him, finding the perfect position so that Steve can also slide in.

''How's this, Printsessa? Are you comfortable?'' Bucky asks, your hands resting on his chest for balance. It's not uncomfortable, but the shift requires you to adjust slightly to avoid falling over onto Bucky.

''Perfect,'' you tell him, and he leans up to kiss you softly. As he does, you hear a soft growl coming from Steve behind you. Your ass has lifted slightly, now only just beneath the surface, as he's admiring where he's about to slide into in a few moments.

''I love to see you lying there like that,'' Steve tells you, and you smile into the kiss with Bucky. When you pull away and sit down, you can feel his length between your thighs, now grown to total hardness. Steve reaches into the water to find Bucky's cock and lube it up; they don’t want to hurt you, after all. Bucky lets out a loud moan as Steve strokes his hand up and down a few times before lining Bucky’s cock up with your pussy. The sensation of his tip against your clit makes you moan as well. Your head falls back as you sink down onto Bucky's length, feeling it stretch you inch by inch.

''Color?'' Steve asks as you sink to the hilt, Bucky's tip hitting your sweet spot.It makes you see stars and your nails scratch his chest in an attempt to ground yourself.

''So fucking green,'' you bite out as you start to grind down on Bucky, whose hands are on your hips to guide your movements. With every thrust back in, you can feel Bucky everywhere, and the fact you can't see makes the experience ten times better. Steve is enjoying the sight in front of him as he generously spreads the lube over his cock. He has ensured you’re adequately prepped, but it will still be a stretch, and he wants it to be pleasurable for you both. After a few minutes of slow grinding on Bucky’s cock, you feel Steve's hands stopping you. He lines himself up to your other hole, which welcomes him in with little resistance.

A loud groan leaves Steve's lips as he carefully thrusts into you, keeping a close eye on your reactions as your body gets used to him. Bucky's eyes are trained on your face as well and he gently tucks some of your hair behind your ear. Your chest heaves up and down at the feeling of both men filling you, but the pleasure only intensifies with every passing second. When Steve slides all the way in with a groan, both men still for a moment, letting you adjust again.

''What's your color?'' Bucky asks you. The blindfold is slightly damp from the sweat dripping off your forehead, but you wouldn't change this moment for the world. Your mouth is slack as you get used to the feeling of fullness; being taken like this by your boyfriends isn't something to take lightly, after all.

''Green,'' you tell them eventually, and with that, Steve sets a slow pace that has all three of you moaning loudly as pleasure courses through your bodies. It doesn't take long for you to fall over the edge of another orgasm; your body was already near the edge from the time Bucky had slid in. With a long, broken moan, you work yourself over their cocks, trying to be the one to set the pace even though you barely have the strength to hold yourself up. 

''Let us do the work, Printsessa; you relax. Just enjoy how we make you feel,'' Bucky says, and you nod. You let yourself sink against him, and Steve slides out to change positions, too, so he can be the one to do most of the work right now. He doesn't mind, and as he slides back in with ease, he almost immediately sets a pace that makes both you and Bucky moan loudly.

''Look at you, Princess, your tight holes are welcoming us so beautifully.You look so perfect between us as we fuck you into oblivion,'' Steve says. You’re so small that your body is now completely covered by both men. Steve can feel himself throb inside you, his orgasm nearing fast now and a glance at Bucky lets him know the other man feels the same. It doesn't take long for them to cum inside you, filling you with every last drop of their cum. Once their breathing returns to normal, they carefully pull out, one after the other.

They shift you so that your back is against Steve's chest at the side of the tub, and Bucky kneels in front of you. His long, skilled fingers untie the knot behind your head with ease, and when the blindfold falls away, you look into his eyes, which are filled with love.

''Welcome back, Printsessa,'' he says before kissing your lips gently. 

After your bath, all three of you step out of the tub, and your boyfriends dry you off before seeing to themselves. Bucky picks you up, towel and all, and carries you to the bed for much-needed cuddles. When he puts you down, he dresses you in a pair of panties and one of his henleys. He grabs a pair of sweatpants for himself while Steve gets the blanket fort ready to celebrate another successful mission.

''We're fortunate to have you as our girlfriend, you know that?'' Bucky says, peppering your face with kisses as you sit sideways on his lap, your fingers tracing the intricate patterns on his Vibranium arm. You're about to say something in return, but Steve walks back in, and you can't help but glance at his abs, his sweatpants hanging below them.

''Who's ready for some blanket fort cuddles?'' Steve asks, and you jump off Bucky's lap, racing toward it. They always allow you to go in first so you can find the most comfortable spot, but they follow you quickly, ready to watch a movie and unwind together. Not a single worry plagues your mind, and the anxieties you felt over the last few weeks have all melted away. They didn't want to get rid of you, after all.

"Printsessa?" Bucky says as you're curled up in the big armchair in the living room, your Kindle lying on your lap as you read the latest Stephen King novel. You look up at him with a soft smile, which he returns and then walks your way. He crouches in front of you, his metal hand rubbing your knee soothingly and he looks into your eyes with his beautiful blue ones. A wave of warmth runs through your body as you look back at him.

"I want to treat you to a spa day to thank you for everything you do for us. From keeping us safe during missions to being the best, sweetest, caring, and most beautiful girlfriend we could wish for. We're lucky to call you ours, and you deserve a day to relax and let yourself be taken care of," he tells you.

"A-Are you sure? You don't have to do that," you tell him, your hand going to his cheek, your fingers gliding over the stubble. The caress earns you a soft groan as Bucky’s eyes close, allowing the feeling of your fingers to quiet his mind a little bit. He's still feeling bad about how they made you feel, and even though they're trying to do better, they still have a few more things to organize, which is Bucky's ulterior motive for sending you on the spa day.

"I know, but you deserve it, Printsessa. How about this: You make a girls' day of it with Nat and Wanda, and then we'll go out for dinner afterward. Nothing over the top, but we can make it a date night with you, me, and Steve," he offers. You nod in response. It does sound like a good idea.

"Alright, I'll go ask if they have time for a spa day soon," you tell Bucky before getting up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and standing on your tiptoes to reach his mouth for a kiss. As soon as you feel his soft, plush lips on yours, warmth spreads through your veins, and his hands pull you against his body as he deepens the kiss.

His tongue swipes over your upper lip, asking for entrance, which you happily grant before feeling it against yours, moving in unison in a slow, passionate dance. A soft whine escapes your lips as he pulls away, as you don't want this moment to be over yet.

"I think there's someone who would like some attention as well, Printsessa," he whispers in your ear before you see Steve leaning against the doorframe, blocking the way into the living room where you and Bucky are still standing by the armchair, your Kindle long forgotten on the armrest.

You beckon Steve over, and he happily complies. You place your hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to meet you halfway for a kiss in which you're more than happy to take the lead. He follows your motions effortlessly, and when you finally pull away, you have a little difficulty catching your breath as you look into his eyes.

"I love you both so much, but now I'm going to find Nat and Wanda because I have a spa day to plan!" you say before giving each of them a peck on their lips and heading out the living room, on your way to meet your two fellow Avengers. As you turn around to say goodbye, you see that both super soldiers have found their place in the large armchair, having their own moment, and you look at them with adoration, wondering how you got so lucky to have these two super soldiers as your boyfriends.

You're at the nail salon with Natasha and Wanda a week later, deciding what design to put on your nails. Bucky and Steve have told you to get them done however you want, no matter the price, and you decide to go with a set of blue chrome nails. Wanda opts for a red set to match Vision, and Nat goes for sharp, black nails to suit her aesthetic.

When you’re all done, the three of you head to the shops for some clothes.Luckily, you don't have to go far to find the perfect dress to wear to dinner with your boyfriends. In a store window, you see a beautiful black velvet dress that immediately draws your attention, and you decide to go and try it on.

''It fits like a glove!'' you tell both girls as you walk out of the dressing rooms, and their jaws hit the floor as they look at you. You walk out of the store shortly after, not only with the dress but also with a pair of simple black heels to go with it. You're very excited to show Steve and Bucky your new outfit, but they’ll have to wait until just before going to dinner.

''I'm sure you won't make it out of the Compound looking like that. At least you wouldn't if I were your partner,'' Natasha says, giving you a massive boost of confidence. By the time the three of you are heading back to the Avengers Compound, where Bucky and Steve are making the last changes to the proposal, it’s almost 4 pm.

''How're my two favorite super soldiers doing?'' you ask as you walk into the bedroom. They’ve just finished the last necessary arrangements and are sitting on the bed watching an action movie. Steve is between Bucky's legs with Bucky's arms around his waist. His own hands are on Bucky's knees and they melt into each other's embrace. They both look up at you with expressions of adoration as you walk into the bedroom.

''We're doing perfectly now that you're back, Printsessa,'' Bucky says, and Steve nods in agreement. You tell them you're going to get ready for dinner straight away because you want to take your time and make everything perfect. From a dark make-up look to an elegant bun, you pull out all the stops. You finish the outfit with a simple silver necklace, and when it's time to leave for dinner, you meet Steve and Bucky in the living room, where they are waiting for you.

''So, how do I look?'' you ask them as you twirl around, and they practically drool at the sight of you. With a shared look, their plans change; they don't want to wait any longer to ask you to become their wife. They’ll propose to you now, and dinner will be to celebrate getting engaged.

''Princess?'' Steve stretches out his hand, which you take before he pulls you into the living room. Bucky turns on some soft background music on his phone and he fiddles with the ring in his pocket, the other half to the one Steve has in his. They chose matching, stackable rings that fit perfectly together so they could go down on one knee with a ring together.

''Printsessa, Steve, and I are so very fortunate to have you in our lives. We were happy before you met us, but we had never felt this amazing until we met you and you joined our relationship. Our days are brighter because of you, and our missions are less of a burden since we know we will come home to you every single time. Knowing that you're waiting for us is just one more reason for us to fight even harder because we don't want to be away from you any longer than we have to,'' Bucky tells you, and Steve stands beside him.

''I'm going to be honest: both Bucky and myself have done countless stupid things, but asking you to be a part of our lives isn't one of them. I love the traditions we've built together, from the blanket forts after each mission to our weekly dinner dates; we wouldn't change it for the world. We found our soulmate in you, and because of that, we want to ask you something important,'' Steve says.

Both men sink on their knees as you take a small step back, and the small ring boxes open in unison. Disbelief courses through your body at first, but it's true. They are asking you to marry you, and you can't wait for that day to arrive.

''Will you make us the happiest men in the universe and marry us?'' they ask in unison, and a loud laugh escapes you as you nod.

''Yes, of course, I'll marry you guys!'' you say, and they stand up to slide both rings on your finger. They each give you a deep, passionate kiss and then turn to share one with each other. Happiness radiates off all three of you.

''I love you both so much, though if you ever plan anything again, please don't make me feel like you're going to break up with me!'' you told them, and they agree. From here on out, they will do anything to include you whenever possible, and you have never felt more loved in your entire life.

''We love you too, Princess, more than you know,'' Bucky tells you before all three head off to dinner, celebrating the start of the rest of your lives.

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[beautifulbuckys]

Rumor Has It (40′s!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

FIC PINTEREST BOARD

Summary: As a local bartender, you’d heard a thing or two about James Barnes. 

Warnings: Nazi mention, war mentions, a little bit of language

A/N: AHHHH tiktok gave me some of this dialogue and I nEEDED to write with it!

You’d heard about James Barnes.

He was a legend in your line of work. Rumor had it that he’d been to every lounge in Brooklyn. Many bartenders had spoken of serving him and the lady he’d selected for the evening. A lounge was his go-to date spot. We played music, served drinks, and had a pleasant atmosphere. The lounges in the area were always dark and easy to hide in. He’s courted a lot of different women. God forbid a past girl catches him with his newest woman. It hasn’t happened yet, so you’ve heard. 

However, you have never met him. He has yet to stop by your lounge. He has yet to bring a date. You can’t blame him, your location was on the edge of town and kind of hard to get to. The narrow, unlit roads were daunting to those looking for a good time. A dark alleyway didn’t exactly scream ‘come visit!’. 

The fact that he had been in the army didn’t exactly help. His long stint of courting a randomized girl every night got interrupted when America involved itself in the war. He was quickly shipped off, practically disappearing. His existence was ghost-like. Many mentioned him, both men and women alike. The gentlemen he’d done laboring with during long, grueling New York summers were speaking of him like an old friend. His name seemed like a memory on some of the female bar-goer’s lips. It seemed like he had never left. Even though you had never met him, all the stories you’d heard made it seem like you did. Many customers you met had known him. Simply, it became obvious he befriended a lot of people in the area. Nobody you’d met had something negative to say about the man. Since he left for war, many who stayed behind gained more respect for him. 

Rumor has it he’s back. 

Tuesday afternoon you were working a shift for a sick bartender when someone uttered interesting words. 

“Bucky and Steve are back, they’re going on some victory tour or something. I heard Rogers got handsome while overseas, apparently, all the women in Europe have been swooning. My husband wrote me all about it!” A young woman sitting across the bar whisper-yelled. She couldn’t disguise her excitement for the news. However, it was hard to tell what she was more excited about, whether James and Steve are home or her husband had sent a letter. 

You’d seen pictures of James. You could admit, he was an attractive man. You totally understood why he had women at his feet left and right. Usually, though, that meant they had an ego. You already dealt with that during your shifts at the lounge. You didn’t have time to entertain a cocky man that found himself to be king of the world. It just wasn’t in the cards. 

As the afternoon melted into the evening, the lounge became a bit busier. Typically, Friday through Sunday was the busy days. Every now and again, it would pick up a little during the weekdays. However, this wasn’t a “picking up on a Tuesday” kind of busy. Something was going on, you thought. And then it all made sense.

James Barnes had waltzed into the creaky wooden door. He was wearing his brown Army uniform. A tan cap covered his brown hair, which has gotten a little longer since the most recent picture you’d seen. He also looked tired, the bottom of his eyes had sunken in and his eyelids were now permanently half-lidded. He didn’t look an ounce less handsome, though. 

The moment he walked through the door, the volume of the lounge increased dramatically. Every single customer that could stand on their own two feet was loudly welcoming the solider home. James received many pats on the back from men playing billiards; who seemed to respect him for her service. He also had been on the receiving end of many hugs from women old to young. His grateful smile never faltered. He spoke to everyone that gave him the time of day. Never once did he seem annoyed or appalled at the sudden attention. All eyes were on him. Yet, he never shied away. He seemed like the same man you’d heard stories about.

Once he could get away from the welcome wagon, he dragged his feet towards the bar. The farther he got away from the crowd, the more his smile fell. If he was an actor, that would’ve been an award-winning performance. 

“Sergeant Barnes, you’re shorter than I anticipated,” You said once he reached the bartop. Now that he was closer, you noticed the small cuts and scabs littered his face. The bridge of his nose housed a nasty gash, which was obvious from a puffy scar that now replaced it.

 His tired eyes locked with yours, smiling at you. “That’s no way to welcome home a soldier,” His Brooklynn accent came poking through. It was thick, something that you’d mock to your friends the next time you see them.

“I’m afraid we’ve never met,” 

“I’d remember if we did. I’d never forget a face like that,”

“Is that what you say to all the girls?” His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. You’d rendered the quippy James Barnes speechless. Not many can say that based on the tales you’d heard. From the stories, you could tell he was part of the talkative bunch. He had a reputation to talk anyone’s ear off if he was given the chance. “What can I get you, James?”

He chuckled, sitting at a barstool. “Please, call my Bucky,” 

“That’s not what I asked you,” 

“Bourbon,” 

You smile, “You like your gums feeling tingly?” You proceeded to carefully pour him some of the house bourbon, choosing to pour it into a short glass. It was wider than a shot glass, but a similar height. It was perfect for his larger hands to hold. He wouldn’t be able to drop it unless he did so purposefully. 

Bucky took the glass as you slid it across the counter and instantly took a sip. After swallowing, he exhaled loudly. “You know, you’re the first person to not kiss my ass since getting home,”

“That’s not very gentleman-like language, Barnes,” 

“Well I am a soldier, never claimed to have the mouth of an angel,” 

You decided to leave him alone for a moment, choosing to tend to the other customers at the bar. You’d poured a few refills of water or whiskey, and made a few martinis. Every now and again, you’d steal a glance at James. He sat on his barstool in his lonesome. In fact, it’s the first time you’ve ever heard nor seen the man alone in a place like this. He always brought a date. His elbows laid on the stained bartop, leaning into his arms. He seemed slightly tired, more reserved than the James you’d always heard of. Besides his arrival, you hadn’t seen him speak to anyone. A few people tried to spark some conversation. Their attempts always consisted of questions about the war or his friend Steve Rogers. 

You’d heard rumors about Steve Rogers too. 

Steve and James were a package plan. You couldn’t get one without also getting the other. Since they were young, they’d been attached at the hip. Steve had a dream of joining the army when the war began. His father was a soldier, and he wanted nothing more than to follow in those footsteps. However, he was skinny and sick. He got denied time and time again. When Bucky left, it was difficult for him. Not soon after, Steve was getting escorted by military officials around the city of New York. Many figured he finally got caught lying on his enlistment forms. Then one day, he’s in the paper 150 pounds heavier and with more muscle than you had seen in your entire life. 

And now the man is a war hero. He’s a symbol of an American victory. 

And James Barnes is still just James Barnes. Suddenly the outgoing, all eyes on him, ladies man was cowering behind the shadow of his best friend. Since they got home, he’d been avoiding all questions about Steve. Avoiding any Captain America-related questions. 

“Pretty damn quiet over here, Barnes,” You mutter, leaning onto the bartop. He flashes a small smile your way, sitting up at your presence. 

“Not much people want to talk about besides killing nazis. I’m kind of tired of acting like some hero, though. I’m not this high and mighty guy everyone acts like I am. The only difference between me and them is the uniform. I’m no hero, I’m just a man in a tan uniform acting like something I’m not,” Bucky spoke quietly, staring at his hands that were folded in front of him. His small smile had turned into a sad one, reflecting his tone of voice. 

“Incredibly untrue, Sargent. See Tommy over there? The one with the red billiards stick. His Momma forced him to enlist. He lied on his forms and said he had asthma and a past with pneumonia so he wouldn't get through. Then he went back and told his Momma they rejected him so he couldn’t fight. He really just wanted to stay behind and keep smokin’ those damn cigars with his pals,” The story you told was true. It was again, just a rumor you’d heard, but once you served his sister a few too many imported wine glasses and she got to talking. By 10 p.m you knew all the family’s deepest darkest secrets. You’d never tell them, though. Unless, of course, it was to cheer up a handsome pouty soldier on a Tuesday night. 

“Is that true?”

“Truer than the sky being blue,” You held out your pinky to the man, suggesting a pinky promise. He held out his finger with a smile, wrapping his around yours enthusiastically. “There is a difference between you and him. He didn’t want to fight because he was selfish. You fought and saved a hell of a lot of people in the process. You have a good heart, James. Don’t undervalue yourself,” 

His sad smile was long gone, a simple memory. His laugh replaced his once somber, hushed voice. 

“You feel like an old friend,” 

“A lot of people say that when I give them booze,” You manage to laugh. He laughs right along with you. When he laughs, his eyebrows raise up and cause some wrinkles on his forehead. His hairline seems to raise up along with his brows which is entertaining to watch. 

He smiles, “Not like that. I feel like I’ve known you. I know I’ve never met you as I said, I’d never forget a face like that. You just seem so familiar. Like I’ve known you for a lifetime and then some,” 

“Are you calling me old, Barnes?”

“I’d never dare to talk about a beautiful dames age!” James chuckled at your insinuation. He knew you were joking, it was obvious that it was just how you were. He could tell you had thick skin by the banter you kept up. 

“With all this talk about my looks, I’m starting to think I’m the next on the  ‘girl’s I’d like to take dancing’ list,” You joked. Without him even asking, you decided to pour him more of his drink. Usually, you’d have to charge for a refill. Hell, you forgot to even charge him for the first drink. Yet, he’s a soldier returning home. If your manager gave you hell for it, you’d explain the special circumstance. 

All the rumors you’d heard of this man seemed to be drifting away. You’d been told gossip; not truths. This man wasn’t just some womanizer with no regard for feelings. James Barnes was far from a man that didn’t believe love existed, only beauty. James Barnes wanted to be loved. He didn’t want to be held on a pedestal for all to worship and speak about. He wanted his flaws to be just as cherished as his perfections. 

“I can add you to the list if you’d like. You would be the only occupant and I’m willing to take you dancing as soon as possible,” 

“See you tomorrow at 6?” You took the bait. The more you two talked, the more interested in him you became. He bantered back and forth with you and didn’t get offended at your silly comments. He never once made an offensive comment towards you, which was something you were used to as a bartender. And it would be a crime not to take note of his beautiful eyes and charming smile. 

He smiled.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,”

And to think, a few rumors was the start of this all.

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[callmissrogers]

Coulson's Kid (potentially part one)

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Agent Coulson has an adopted daughter. Adopting her after he lead a raid on a plant that had strong connections to the people responsible for Hydra. At five years old, she was her own kind of super solider with abilities that completely differed from the Captain's. And now, she was an Avenger.

Notes: This takes place during the first Avengers movie, but I'm changing things around to fit the story. I'm also going with the storyline that Colson is, in fact, not dead. But that fact isn't addressed in this story. If I do do a part two, depending on what you guys think of it, it will be later.

Warnings: Angst, death, fighting, small description of being shot and bleeding, notjing graphic. Leading up to an eventual love story. I'm going with slow burn on this. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 3,457

((Gif not my own.))

P.s. wrote on my phone and proofread as best I could.

"Agent down. Agent down. Agent Phil is down." Fury said over the coms.

"Dad!" Y/n gasped, throwing herself from one platform to the next and then bolting down the stairs. "Please be wrong, please be wrong." She kept muttering under her breath. Coming to the floor above where her dad had been headed, she threw herself over the railing, falling in the process. But she couldn't care less about herself at the moment, she had to find her dad.

Heart pounding. Sharp ringing in her ears. He had to be alive.

As if in slow motion, she made it to the entrance way to the containment room. Fury was standing there, hand over his mouth, and then her eyes found her dad. Slumbed down against the wall, head dropped... He wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving? 

Then, things sped back up again.

"DAD!" She screamed, running for him. Fury whipped around, "Somebody stop her!" He ordered.

Steve, who had made it to the room just after her, grabbed her by the arm. She pushed him off and kept going. "Rodgers!" Fury yelled.

Steve was going to ask questions later, but for now, he'd do as he was told.

So he grabbed y/n, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her out of the room.

"No! Steve, please!" Y/n begged, hands balled into fists. She punched him across the back.

But it did very little to sway him.

He carried her up the stairs and darted into a side hallway. Slowly setting her down.  "Y/n‐" She cut him off by hitting him repeatedly in the chest, "Why! Why did you take me away! Just let me go -" "It's - " She hit him again. "Y/n-" "No! Just tell me why. " He put an end to her attacks by engulfing her into a hug.

She froze. Unable to move. For a moment, she couldn't even bring herself to breath.

"I'm sorry." Steve said after a moment of uninterrupted silence.

The flood gates opened. She took a breath and began to sob, leaning against him for support, her cries muffled and body trembling.

He just stood there, holding her protectively. He didn't say anything else.

A mere few minutes passed before she came to her sense and pulled away from him.

"Steve, I'm -" "You don't have to say anything, Y/n-"  He said, his tone still serious, tho he had a look of concern on his face. His mind was split between the attack on the ship, the fact that the Avengers were now split up, the loss of Colson... Y/n hated being vulnerable in front of others, it had always made her feel embarrassed and almost shameful, tho at this precise moment, shame was the furtherest thing from her mind. The pair of them stood there, eyes locked, "We should pro-" Steve began to say but was cut off.

"I need everyone to the tabel, now," Fury said over the comm.

Y/n's expression changed from one of sorrow to anger.

"He's giving me an answer." She spat, turning on her heel and rushing out into the stairwell.

"Y - y/n," Steve called, running after her.

Y/n stormed into the conference room. "Fury!" She yelled. "I want answers, and I want them now." She said, slamming her hand against the table. Fury just looked at her, ignoring her tear stained face . He turned back to the computer screen. Y/n chest heaved, and her jaw set, "Tell me - " She swallowed back the lump in her throat, "Tell me why you wouldn't let me near my father."The Avengers began as an initiative-" Fury began.

But y/n wasn't paying attention. Head hurting, ears ringing, hands clutchingher sides.

It wasn't until Fury tossed down some baseball cards. Her dad's baseball cards that she focused again.

She stared at them. They were a constant part of her childhood. Every night after her dad told her a bedtime story, he'd pull out those cards.

"See this one, this is for when Captain America stormed a  Hydra camp. And nearly singlehandedly brought an entire sqaude of men home. That's how he got his name, Captain America."

That was one of her fondest memories. It was also one of her most embarrassing when Steve told her that her dad had asked if he wanted to see them. But that had followed a more serious conversation.

"Your dad is Agent Colson?" "Yep... Well, not biologically. He um... Adopted me when I was five. He raided a base on an island off shore of Scotland and found me."How did you end up there?" I was born there." "Born there?" Y/n sighed, setting her mug down. She didn't say anything for a moment. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pryed."No. No. It's ok. Um. From what I've been told, I was given up right after I was born. Hydra adopted me. More like they bought me. I have no idea who my mom was and what happened to her after that. I really don't remember what they did to me, I was just too young. But what I do know is that they were trying to create a different kind of super soldier. Branching out into other abilities besides just being strong." Steve just looked at her. His face a cloud of mixed emotion. "They did that to a child?"It wasn't just me. . . But I was the only one who made it."I'm assuming someone had to tell you all of this..  Your dad? "When I turned 18, he finally let me read my file.." Now Steve just looked angry. "So that's how you became a part of -" "Shield?" She asked, cutting him off. "I've basically been raised with Shield. My dad wanted to make sure I learned to control my abilities. Basically, this was my after-school program, but dad made sure I was also allowed to be a kid. I wasn't actually allowed to join shield until I was 18." Steve was silent, obviously processing everything she had just told him. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" He finally said. "Go ahead,"you said, a different kind of soilder. Different how?" This was the first time she had been asked that question because everyone she knew already knew. "Um-" She said, clearing her throat. "I don't know how to explain it, really. I can feel things. A person's body temperature, I can sense when they're about to shift their movement, heart rate, breathing, all of it. . . That and martial arts just come easily to me. Way too easily. " "That's why you're never beaten when you spar." Steve said, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "I suppose so," y/n said, grabbing her tea and drinking deeply from it.

Back to reality.

Y/n stared blankly at the cards. All she could see was red. The cards were stained with drops of red...

"These are my dad's," She mumbled, slowly looking up and setting her sights on Fury. "They were in his coat pocket."You're using them to make a point, Fury! My father was a person - not, not some promotional tool."We have a war to wage." "Oh I'm going to reign hell on Loki," She said, her voice low but anger filled. "But know this Fury - I will get answers, and if you EVER use my dad to manipulate anyone again, there will be a special place in hell for you too." She spat, turning and walking out of the room, heading for the launch pad.

The others remained seated and quiet. Until Natasha finally spoke up, "She's right, Fury. Low blow."

They landed in New York, Nat had gone after one of the aliens, Bruce was smashing things, and y/n, well, y/n had a god she was looking for.

She stood back, watching the skies. He would want a good vantage point to watch all of this go down. There's no way someone like him would just stand in the middle of it and risk his own life.

Finally she spotted him on one of the upper levels of a building. Looking down as if he were king.

Y/n climbed up the side of the building, going up one floor above him so you would have leverage. In one swift motion, she swung down, kicking him full force in the chest, knocking him on his back. Pinning him down, she punched him once, twice, three times, her knuckle guards increasing her damage three-fold. "You killed my father," she spat. Taking one of her double-sided blades and holding it to his throat. "If I were half the monster you were, I'd make you suffer," She growled, pressing it slightly into his skin. Loki looked at her, grinned, and then held out his hand for his staff, it slid across the floor and in one move he grasped it and threw her across the room into a glass display case. "If you were half the monster I was, you would have won just now." He laughed before falling off the balcony to be caught by one of his soldiers.

She had the man who killed her father beneath her and he got away because she wasn't swift enough to take him out. Slowly she pushed herself off the floor. Dusting shards of glass from her suit, other than a good scratch to the face she hadn't been hurt too badly.

Running to the balcony, Loki was completely out of reach now and from the looks of it, Steve needed help. Loki would get his, that she was sure of, even if it wasn't done by her.

Back on the ground she quickly found Steve, "they've trapped sevillians in that building. We gotta get em' cleared out of there." He grunted.

The people trapped inside were frantic. This might be new York but even they weren't prepared for this. Y/n and Steve tagteamed it, combining his strength with her martial arts, ensuring they couldn't be hit in their blind spots. It was a funny thing, how some people, though still a very new acquaintance, could so completely click with your movements and fighting style.

Y/n jump down to the first floor to pry open the doors so the crowd could escape.

She hadn't cleared the area for the aliens, and was ambushed. She was doing well on her own, noticing that they weren't quick to pick up on patterns. There had to be at least ten of them, and she had to be quick. The fight was only increasing so the chance of them making it to actual safety was lessening by the second.  Finishing off the last one by leaping on its back and slitting its throat, she glaced back at the crowd, nodded in an attempt to be reassuring, and began working the door again.

Someone screamed. A shot fied and y/n looked down at her left arm. She was bleeding. Apparently one of then had been hiding in the shadows and used her distraction as an opportunity to try to take her out. She turned around, reaching with her right had to grab her gun. But before she or the alien could fire, Steve's shield flew through the air and beheaded it.

He dropped down in front of her. The crowd was even more frightened now than they had been beforehand. "It's going to be ok." He tried to assure them.

Turning round, he looked at her wound and the increasing blood stain. "You've been shot" "I don't feel anything" "You're in shock." He said, grabbing the bar and throwing all of his weight into forcing the doors to open. When they did, he turned to the crowd again. "All of you - get out of here NOW!" He ordered. They didn't wait to be told again and flooded from the room.

"Here," Steve said, ripping cloth from a nearby curtain. He came to stand next to her, "May I?" He asked holding the material up. Obviously intending to bandage the wound. Since it was a lazer gun she had been shot with, they didn't have to worry about lodged bullets. She nodded bracing herself, Steve tried to do this quickly and caefully, but y/n still hissed when actually tied it.

"Sorry" "No, I got distracted " " can you still fight?" "I'm right-handed Captian. What about you? Getting sleepy?" Y/n said, attempting to lighten the mood some. "I can do this all day" Steve said, offering a weak smile.

The two of them then made their own way back outside rejoining the fight.

"Guys," Tony said his voice sounding urgent. "What is it?" Steve asked. "We've got a live missle heading for New York." "What?" "You heard me right." Steve paused mid step. "Whose is it?" Y/n asked. "America's" Stark said curtly. "How much time do we have?" Steve asked. "Not enough," Tony said. You all could hear the wind whooshing about him. "I've- I've got a plan." He said his voice breaking up. "It may or may not work. Let's hope it does." That was the last thing he said.

Everyone watched the skies now. In a moment you could see Tony, he was holding something cylindrical and flying towards the open portal.

"Oh Stark don't do this," Y/n whispered.

This was something he very likely wouldn't come back from.

A new squad of aliens came up on them, "Y/n watch your six" Steve called, punching out one of them following up with a shield to the face.

Y/n turned around, grabbing a knife off her leg, kicking one hard in the shoulder, and another in the shein. Turning back around to stab the first in the side of the face and then slicing the second across the stomach. This all took a matter of 15 seconds.

Looking out at the the group that was surrounding them, Steve grunted, "Y/n," y/n ducked, grabbing a gun and shooting one in the head. "We can't keep going like this" "it's,-" She panted, trying to pretend that she wasn't beginning to give out, "it's not over till an opera lady sings" "That's not how that goes" "sure, correct me now"

But deep down; Y/n knew he was right. The army was too big and spread out, they couldn't focus on one area and beat them down.

Tony.

"Stark, an update!" Someone yelled over the coms. That was the last thing y/n could clearly make out over the coms. Nat was yelling something, an order of some sort.

A moment later the portal began to close.

"Steve" Y/n whispered. "I see it," He said worriedly, "Stark, can you hear me? Get out of there now"

Minutes passed, the battle waged on, and the portal got smaller.

"Come on, Tony!" Y/n yelled, shooting another two, one through the other.

Just as the portal had srunk down to a pinprick in the sky, something, rather someone, came falling through. At that same moment, the ever growing army, began to collapse. Like robots someone's just unplugged.

Confused Steve yelled,  "Stark - is that you?" . But there was no reposponse. "He's out cold guys," Hawkeye answered.

"He will not survive landing at such velocity" Thor added, beginning to spin his hammer.

But before he could get up to speed, Bruce or Hulk rather, leapt from a building top, snatching Tony out of the air and using the same building to slow their landing.

Upon touch down, he tossed Tony down and ripped off his mask.

"Stark," Nat said worriedly " is he?"

But before anyone answered her, Stark awoke with a sharp intake of air. "Whoa. That was, that was terrifying. What happened?" He gasped, eyes wide.

"We won." Steve answered, looking around that the mess that beheld them.

Ten minutes later they were all surrounding an unconscious Loki.

His eyes fluttered open and he said, "I'd very much like that drink now."

Four hours later:

Loki was in their custody.

Y/n was pacing in front of his his holding cell.

He couldn't say or do anything, for both his mouth and hands were bound. So he just stared at her and she stared at him. There were all sorts of things she wanted to say to him, and even worse things she wanted to do to him, but her mind kept flashing back to that moment when she hadn't taken the kill when she had the chance to. She had failed... Failed herself. Failed her dad.

But she wouldn't fail this time. All it took was opening his cell, she'd use the syringe she "borrowed" from the medbay and he'd be gone. No one would be the wiser. No one would care.

But every time she raised her hand to the button that would open the door. She stopped. Could she kill Thor's brother when the fighting had stopped? Yes. She was about to press the button when the door to the containment room opened. It was Steve.

"Y/n...." He said hesitantly. "What are you doing?" Y/n looked from Steve to Loki and back again. "I -" Steve suddenly understood, his jaw set, he strood into the room, grabbed her by her good arm and pulled her harshly from the room.

They walked in silence, Steve pulling her along until he found a space he didn't feel others would easily hear them. Shutting the door, he turned on her. "Y/n, I'm only going to ask this once more. Where you doing what I think you were doing?" He asked, his tone serious and gruff. Y/n hadn't known Steve Roger's for long but she could tell he was livid.

She dropped her gaze, feeling guilty. "Nearly." She mumbled.

"Y/n.." He sighed, raking a hand through his hair.

"He killed my father, Steve. I... I know it was wrong. Deep down, I knew I couldn't do it. But I won't lie. I wanted to."

"I know. I know he killed your father, Y/n. But remember who you're father was. If you went through with that, are you really any different than Loki? Because the moment we start crossing lines because we feel justified in doing so. We're no different than the guys we're working to stop. Is that what your dad would have wanted?" He asked harshly.

Y/n met his eyes which were boring through her like liquid metal. Biting her lip she slid down against the wall until she was seated on the floor.

"You're right... Dad's soul was pure. It was all black and white. I guess, I guess, since I'm adopted, I didn't inherit that." Y/n said, picking at her sleeve. Steve sighed, and then he came to sit next to her. "Look, a lasp in judgment doesn't make you a bad person."This sort of thing gets around. I nearly killed a prisoner. How does that look?"

"Like you're a daughter grieving the loss of her father." Steve said, turning to look at her. "I understand. My, um, my best friend, Bucky. I lost him on a mission, back in my time. There was nothing I could do to save him... but that didn't stop me from feeling all the guilt, shame, anger, or heartbreak. I actually killed the guy responsible, but it didn't make it any better." He said his voice much lower now. " I know I don't know exactly how you feel, but I can at least empathize with you." She met his gaze, and suddenly he wasn't Captain America, super soldier. He was Steve, the man.

They just sat there a moment, saying nothing, an almost comfortable silence settling in.

"And this won't get around." Steve finally said "why? You have to-" "I don't have to do anything. As far as I'm concerned, nothing happened. This is the end of it." Y/n was shocked. Everything she knew about this man was that he was by the book on absolutely everything and yet here he was bending the rules for her. Why?

"I - I don't know what to say"

"You don't have to say anything. I like your style, y/n. I'd be proud to work with you again." He said standing up and giving her a hand. "Now, let's go send this little god home with his big god brother."

They all stood around, watching as Thor pulled Loki along and then the two were warped back home.

The Avengers all looked at each other, noting. It was time for a break.

Steve walked over to his bike, but before he got on, he called, "Hey y/n," y/n, who had just gotten into her own car, rolled down her window. "Yes?"If you ever need someone to, I don't know, talk to. I'll be around." Steve said, offering a smile. "I'll remember that Captain."

(( I say potentially part one because if this is well received I have ideas to use the same y/n in the Winter Soilder, Civil War etc. Let me know what you think!!))

#captian America x reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel shortstory #Steve rogers short story #captain america short story #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #marvel x reader

[thelittleboyfromloveactually]

The stewardess

part 5

Chris Evans x reader

Word count: 2072

Prompt: a fun day and dinner with Chris

Warnings: SMUT, cussing, AGAIN SMUT, horrible writing

Authors note: ok I cannot do this. To everyone who can write smut: I respect you. It sucks ass but i needed to get this part out. I hope you like it!

the alarm went off. It wasn’t mine. His arms were still around me, holding me tight. I groaned and turned to face him. He smiled at me, his eyes barely open.

“Hello” he said

“Hi” I said smiling back

“Hi”

“Are you gonna turn that alarm off?”

“Hmmmmm”

“Yes the answer is yes”

He laughed and rolled over to turn it off. He turned back to face me “I set it so you wouldn’t be late to work, again”

“I both thank and hate you for that” i said

He kissed my forehead “you should get up”

“I don’t wanna”

He sat up and pulled me up with him “come on”

I groaned and leaned into him

He hummed and kissed my neck “go”

“Noooo”

“Yes go”

I groaned and got out of the bed. I opened the door to leave, I looked back taking one last look at him and smiled.

I quickly set up breakfast, trying my hardest to avoid collin. Everyone except Chris came down. They were definitely hung over. Anthony could barely walk and RDJ was wearing sunglasses and bright pink socks. I informed them that Chris had told the maid he wasn’t feeling good and needed to spend the day on the boat and rest. I encouraged them to not waist the day and practically shoved them off the boat. Much to their dismay.

One they had left I went and got Chris to come down.

I knocked on the door “they’re gone”

The door swung open “thank god”

He picked me up and pushed me against the wall behind me. He kissed me hard.

“What are you doing?” I asked in between kisses

He stopped and smiled at me “pick a room.”

“What?”

“Pick a room on this yacht”

“Why?”

“Just do it”

“Fine the kitchen”

He let go of me. I practically fell to the ground.

“Hey!”

“Lead the way”

I looked at him. Wtf was this man doing. I began walking toward the kitchen.

“Keep up this pace and we will arrive next month”

“Jeez ok” I began walking faster until we arrived outside the door to the kitchen.

I turned around and stopped him.

“What are we doing?” I asked

“You will see”

“No I wanna know now” I crossed my arms

“Do you trust me?”

“Well I mean yes but-“

“Ok then”

I groaned and turned to open the door. “Ok here we are, the much anticipated kitchen, now what?”

Suddenly his lips were connect with mine again. His hands holding my face, moving through my hair. Then they roamed down to my thighs.

“Jump” He whispered. I did. He lifted me up onto the counter and began kissing my neck. I moaned. He was so good at this.

“Y/n?” He asked

“Yes?”

“You wanted to know what we are doing? Well this is what’s gonna happen.” He looked into my eyes “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for the rest of the week, and you are going to do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you understand?”

I nodded “yes yes i understand”

“Ok then” he smiled and then Started kissing me again.

I wanted this. I wanted him so badly. The kisses were getting more and more heated. His hands moved up and under my shirt. He paused to quickly to take it off. My shirt was throw across the room. I giggled at his agressiveness. He smiled and then started kissing me again. His hands found his way back to my now bare torso. They moved to my back where they found the clip of my bra. His swiftly unclipped it and then began guiding my lace bra off my body. He again threw it across the room. He pulled back to look at my perky breasts

“God” he shook his head

I giggled “like what you see?”

His eyes widened “yes, haha yes i do” he moved to kiss my neck. I moaned as he began leaving Hickies all over my neck and collar bone. He pulled off his shirt revealing his perfectly carved torso. He started kissing my neck again and my hands roamed along his smooth chest. He moved up to my jaw and then to my lips. Kissing and biting them. He bent down to level with my breasts. Then, he began kissing and hitting them. I played with his hair and he looked up at me. His eyes were filled with both lust and love. We were both breathless.

Chris kneeled down and moved his hands up my skirt that was scrunched. His hands found the rims of my panties and they began to slowly move my panties down. It was painfully slow. The anticipation. Fuck. Finally they were on the floor next to my shirt and bra. I spread my legs just so slightly so he knew what I wanted.

“A little more baby, I need space to do my work”

I spread my legs wider. Then, he buried his head in between my legs. He kissed up my inner thigh. Then he finally reached the place I had been waiting for. His tongue moved across my clit. Teasing me. He moved his arms under my legs and lifted them up onto his shoulders. I moved my hands into his hair. I moaned when he slid his tongue inside me. God he was so good at this. He moved his hands to my ass, pulling me closer. He was doing something with his tongue though I couldn't tell you what. But whatever it was, I liked it. I liked it so much. Suddenly I felt him remove himself. Disappointment rushed over me. But much to my liking i opened my eyes to see him pulling down his pyjama pants. He walked over to me and pulled me into him. Then quite suddenly, I felt him slide inside me. I moaned. Fuck how big was he?

“Oh god baby you feel so good”

I couldn’t even speak. He began moving inside me.

“Oh my god chris” I leaned my head back

He thrusted into me. “Fuck Y/N, ugh baby do you like that?” Harder. Faster. “Y/N baby, use your words” he kept going. Fuck. Those three words.

“Mhm, yes I like it. I like it a lot….captian” he stopped

“What did you just call me?” He looked dead into my eyes

I smirked “what’s wrong captian?”

He swallowed hard “say it again” I didn’t “what did I tell you about listening to me”

“I’m sorry, captian”

“Fuck” he kissed me, he kissed me so hard my head almost hit the cabinet behind me. Then he resumed his thrust. They kept getting deeper, harder, faster. I moaned when he hit my G-spot.

“Fuck I’m close baby” he said

“Me too” I moaned again. Oh my god.

His last thrusts went by too quickly. They were deep and fast.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, captian” I moaned

“Me too baby, just wait”

The last ones. Fuck I couldn’t hold it.

“Ok cum with me baby” he whispered into my ear. And I did.

He came inside me and with two final thrusts, he pulled out. He leaned back on the island behind him. I jumped off the counter and adjusted my skirt. I walked over to grab my panties, bra and shirt.

“Y/N”

I looked up and began to put back on my underwear. “Yeah?”

He walked over to me, his boxers were back on. “That was fucking amazing.” He laughed, pulling me into a hug.

I was definitely a little weirded out but I of course hugged him back. It scared me. The thought that I may love him. But it also excited me. This was every girl's dream and I was living it.

“Yeah, yeah it was” he let go and I looked up at him. He put his hands on my face. His thumbs rubbed in circles on my cheekbones. Then he kissed me.

That night we ate dinner together on the deck. Candles and takeout because of well, collin. We sat across from each other laughing.

“So you’re telling me you decided to go to cullinary school when you almost BURNED DOWN YOUR HOUSE WHILE TRYING TO COOK?!” Exclaimed chris

“Haha yup”

“I can’t decide if that’s inspiring or really horrible”

“Um, obviously really inspiring! Yeah, I should have a ted talk. Lecture all about common sense and how it’s so rare nowadays that it should be considered a superpower”

He laughed “and you know all about common sense”

“Uh yeah, did you not hear the story I told you? I had a problem so I fixed it. Common. Sense.”

“Right yeah obviously” he sipped his wine

“Haha, so tell me about YOU. Like something google doesn’t know”

“Well that’s gonna be hard”

“Come onnnnn”

“Ok ok. Well my first kiss, it was actually a dare in seventh grade. 7 minutes in heaven.” He raised his eyebrows

“Oh wow, that’s-that's fantastic congratulations. Your kids are gonna love that story.”

“Shut up.”

“Ok tell me something else” I Leaned in

“My first crush was my babysitter”

“Pft along with every other person ever”

“The first time I got drunk I jumped off a roof into a pool singing the spiderman theme song”

I laughed “and then you became captain america”

“Yup pretty ironic isn’t it?”

“Yeah” I laughed. “Pass the fried rice?”

He handed it to me “my lady”

I gasped “thank you good sir”

We both laughed.

i woke up quietly. feeling happy and well rested. i moved chris’ arm off of me and i climed out of the bed. i grabbed my clothes and quickly and quietly put them on. i walked into the kitchen and as i turned the corner i bumped right into collin.

“fuck! jesus y/n!” he yelled

“shhhhh! jeez i’m sorry, i didn’t see you”

he scoffed “yeah i know”

i rolled my eyes and walked past him. i grabbed the plates, utensils and napkins out of the cabinets to set the table.

“y/n”

“what do you want collin?” i turned to face him

“i need to show you something” he held his phone in his hand

“what is it?” i walked over to him and grabbed his phone. i had been opened to an article titled “Chris Evans on a date? We smell scandal!” the picture was from last night. he was mid laugh and i was drinking my wine. it was hard to see my face but anyone who knew me would recognize me.

“fuck” i said “shit!”

“i’m sorry” said collin

“like hell you are! you don’t understand how hard it is for chris!”

“hah i think you mean how hard it is for yourself” he said snatching his phone back

“you act all undertanding of this secrecy but i know you Y/N, you hate that you can’t hold hands in front of RDJ, you think about it before you go to sleep how you are just a stewardess! i understand chris, i don’t understand you and why you put up with it.” he walked out of the room

“UGHHH FUCK!” i grabbed the plates aggressively and walked out. i had fucking work to do and i sure as hell wasn’t going to let some stupid article distract me.

everyone was sitting. everyone was eating the delicious breakfast burritos collin had made. everyone except chris. he hadn’t come out to eat and it was almost 10. once everyone else finished and went back to their rooms to get ready i left to go get chris. i put some fruit on a plate so he could eat something. I walked up to his room and went to knock on the door. I stopped myself when I heard his frustrated voice coming from the room.

“It's not what it looks like!….no you don’t understand! Hey, stop!……listen to me i promise nothing is happening between me and that girl! She’s just some chick who kept pestering me!…Jesus sam! Come on!” I swallowed the knot that rose in my throat. I knocked on the door.

“chris?” the door swung open

“y/n” i couldn’t tell if he was surprised or relieved that i was there.

“hey, are you ok? who was that?”

he looked directly into my eyes. “that was…” he sighed “that was Sam, my girlfriend.”

Pt. 6

#captian america #chris evans series #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #marvel #the stewardesse #chris evans #chris evans angst #chris evans fluff #chris evans smut #steve rodgers x y/n

[elvenfforestydd]

Scars

"There's power in telling your own story. I'm sorry I took that from you."

The U.S. Army redacted Steve's WWII capture, and he'll do anything to keep the Avengers from learning about it.

Read Chapter 3 Here

#whump #fanficton #steve needs hugs #hurt steve rogers #hurt and comfort #captian america #the avengers #whump fic #angst writing

[wanderingmirror]

What if the song "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider" was like a trigger for the Black Widows? What if some of the lyrics had been changed by Madame Hydra's favorite handler to fit? And what if the Rogues were not aware that said handler had been taken in by Tony? Redeemed and reformed, but still holding a grudge?

____

Tony sighed when his resident Ex-Hydra Agent once again had his mismatched eyes looking at him. Or, more specifically, his bandaged chest and torso.

Gabriel Holt. A man with a dark past and a dark attitude. He was the right-hand man of Madame Hydra and Alexander Pierce's favorite handler next to Brock Rumlow. Rumlow who also happens to be in the Tower working with Carol and Rhodey on dismantling the rest of Hydra. Holt and Rumlow, despite the latter's 'death', were reformed and happily acting as Tony's bodyguards. Gabriel was a tall, broad male with mismatched eyes and Chestnut brown hair.

He had tanned skin and wore black and gold clothes. Though from what Brock has said, the gold was once a deep red to signal his loyalty to Hydra. Gold was the closest Tony was probably going to get in the way of loyalty tests. Brock wore similar colors. Both seemed quite adamant that they be given the choice to use the same colors as their official colors. The two a separate team from the others. Tony had to snort. A two-man team, with Ex-Hydra Agents. Though both are willing to add a member of the New Avengers to give them some comfort.

Gabriel was soft spoken, that's when he did speak, since he was suffering from selective mutism. His Chestnut hair was shoulder length, straight, and tied messily in a half up. He had facial hair as well. Although, much to the amusement of the others, he refused to become one of the "Facial Hair Bros". Brock had cackled when Gabriel just stared at Tony like he was nuts.

A tap brought Tony out of his thoughts. Gabriel was looking at him with a serious expression. "You've been staring blankly for a while. Friday was getting concerned when you couldn't hear her." Gabriel signed. Tony smiled at him. "Sorry to you both then. I'm just thinking about how I'll convince you to join me and Stephen in our club." He said, leaving Gabriel to roll his eyes on fond annoyance.

:I hate to break the moment, but Protocol Asshole has been initiated: Friday said and both men tensed. Tony forced himself to try and remain calm. That protocol was only to be active if the Rogues decided to disobey their Pardons. Pardons that restricted them from entering the Tower. "Thanks Fri. Gabe I need you to go with me to find Brock and Carol. Unless they already know." Tony said as he and Gabriel darted out of the room. Gabriel grunted in acknowledgement.

Gabriel and Tony both darted to the Control Center for Hydra dismantlement. When they got there, Brock was playfully hiding behind Carol as Barnes, looking annoyed and somewhat irritated, ranted at him for disappearing without at least contacting him. Carol had her hands up with a fake annoyed expression. The other Rogues were staring at the two with both anger and confusion. Tony looked to Gabriel and saw the annoyed and slightly peeved look in his face. No doubt he had been enjoying the quietness of the lab.

"Do you have any idea what it was like knowing you were dead?! I was terrified that I was alone! That you had left me!" Barnes shouted, Brock came out from behind Carol and hushed him gently. The raven pulled the brunette into his arms and hugged him close. "I'm sorry, Wints. I didn't want to get you into trouble until I was sure it was safe for us." Brock said, Barnes melted as the other gently walked them to stand beside Carol.

"Bucky, get away from him! He's Hydra!" Rogers shouts. Gabriel growls. That gets the attention of the room. Gabriel hardly ever made a noise when he wasn't part of the immediate conversation. He was unbiased and neutral until he was pulled into it in one form or another. Or in this case, stepped in. Romanoff looked at him and then jumped to stand behind Clint, hiding. That actually pulls a grin from the tallest brunette. "Why is he here? I thought Fury said you were dead?! That he put a bullet in you!" She said and Wanda looked at her with worry. "That my dear, is called not making sure. Which I was sure your Madame taught you first." Brock said in Gabriel's place. Barnes was staring at the different eyed male. "He's one Hydra's top brass! He should be in prison! Both of you should!" Wanda shouted. Her own crocodile tears coming into play.

Tony had to hold in a snort. Brock and Gabriel looked equally amounts offended and amazed at the two. "Oh, you little Hypocrite." Brock said. Tony burst out laughing. The raven had said that in such an offended tone that didn't hide his disgust and awe. "Says the 'Princess of Hydra'. You literally had control over the interrogation department! Even if it wasn't in name!" Brock said and everyone looked at Wanda with confused, disgust, and fear. Clint backed away from her along with Wilson and Lang. Those three looked like they were finally drenched in cold water. Huh, Tony thought, maybe Brock and Gabe were handy.

When Romanoff looked at Gabriel, she screeched with a knife held high as she charged. Tony called for his armor, Carol tensed up, the Rogues were either too stunned or didn't care. But Gabriel just snorted. A very hoarse voice sounded from his throat.

"The Itsy-Bitsy Spider climbed up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out."

Romanoff whined as she dropped to the ground. Knife falling out of her reach as she laid on her stomach.

"The Spider tried to climb again, but down came the rain. And the Itsy-Bitsy Spider fell off the spout again."

Gabriel walked up to her and crouched in front of her. His eyes trained on hers as she shook with fear and anger. She was moved to sit on her knees. Hands on her thighs and chin touching her collar. "I'm so glad you still remember how to be obedient. I was a little disappointed to find that you've lost your touch, Spiderling." Gabriel's voice was low and rumbled like a thunderstorm. He had his left hand on Romanoff's head, rubbing his thumb over her forehead. "Why, pray tell, have you been getting rusty?" He asked her and she flinched.

"I-I don't have to answer to you anymore." Romanoff said. She was shaking her eyes staring at the floor with a determination not to break under Gabriel's piercing gaze. "Really? You seemed to like being under Rogers and his own Hydra Agent well enough. Why not your old handler and mentor?" He asked as he moved his other hand to rest on her shoulder. He moved the one on her head to the other. Romanoff shivered and he looked at her, expecting an answer. "Spiderling. I asked you a question. I'd like an answer." Gabriel spoke and Romanoff flinched. "She can't control me like you can." She answered honestly. Gabriel hated liars. A lesson she and the other Black Widows learned after many had tried to.

"I see. Well then you seem to have forgotten that that Agent has Mind Manipulation under her belt. She can control you a lot easier than I could. And she only has to use a flick of her wrist. You would be none the wiser." Gabriel said as he dug his fingers gently into her shoulders. A soothing tactic to get her guard down. Romanoff slowly did so. If he was rubbing her shoulders than he wasn't going to hurt her. Gabriel gently flicked her nose when he saw her eyes flutter shut. She flinched and he looked at her. "Am I right?" He asked and she nodded. She was too deep into her pride to accept that Wanda could control her just as easily as Gabriel could. She wouldn't even have to use the lullaby.

Gabriel looked at Tony and motioned with his head. "I'd like to keep her with me. I want her properly trained and kept in the Hydra Dismantlement team." He signed. Tony nodded. "Winter stays with me, I'd rather keep the four Ex-Hydra Agents together. Not the witch though." Brock said and Tony nodded again. Both former Hydra Handlers took their former charges to their personal floor. Leaving Tony to block Rogers and Wanda from following. "Tony, he's going to use the triggers on Bucky! And that other man will hurt Nat! You have to let me through!" Rogers shouted. Wanda pulled up her own magic to get ready to force the shortest brunette out of the way.

Instead, Tony's wedding ring flared with orange and green magic. Loki and Stephen were very thorough. Wanda's magic bounced off the shield and into her instead. The three other males that had thus far been silent shrieked and darted closer to Carol. The woman understood they were scared and allowed them that. Lang was shaking. Being the only one in the room with no real combat experience, he was afraid. Tony could actually see him falling into a panic attack. "Hey, Birdbrain. Check on your buddy. He doesn't look well." Clint looked at Lang and pulled him further away from Wanda to work on easing the man out of the attack.

Steve and Wanda didn't seem to care that they had caused one of their own to have an attack. Tony looked at the nearest camera and nodded. Two darts came out and stuck to the two, injecting them with sedatives. They fell to the floor unconscious.

____

When Rogers woke up, he was greeted by Natasha staring at him with the man from before pacing behind her. He was quietly talking to her; Rogers could only tell that he was because she was nodding along with whatever he was saying to her. The she glared at him and the man behind her placed his hand on her shoulder. She seemed to calm down and Rogers banged on the window of his new cell. Much like Loki's old one had been when he was first imprisoned by Shield, except this one would hold a super soldier and a enhanced human.

Maximoff was silent as she tried to get through the barrier of the glass, but the wards outside the cell would not let her magic through. Natasha was watching the magic with a new understanding of it. Maximoff and Rogers tried to talk to her, but the man's hand on her shoulder prevented her from reacting to it.

____

Natasha was quiet when her handler placed his hand on her shoulder. The brunette was quiet as well, having spent the night trying to see how rusty she had become. Which was far past the rusted Gabriel liked. She had to be retrained and refocused. Her morals adjusted and her mind warded. Her masks were repaired and polished. Her eyes refocused into the no biased windows they should be. The only difference in this new Natasha was she was not trained to be loyal to Hydra or to Shield. She was trained to be loyal to those she could see were loyal to the people they were trying to protect.

Which meant the red head was now loyal to the New Avengers. As the two members of her previous team tried, and failed, to get her to acknowledge them, Gabriel wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "You did well. I'm proud that you were able to repair what he damaged. As I've said, seeing your skills so rusted worried me that you had lost your touch. But you seem to have remembered how to get them back."

Praise was something the Red Room hardly saw. Gabriel was able to make the girls more loyal that way. No torture, no brainwashing. Well, Natasha thought, no Winter Soldier type brainwashing at least. Gabriel tapped her shoulder and she acknowledged him with a twitch. "Your old team leader is asking for your attention, Spiderling. Best give him your attention for now. I'd hate to make a mess of him for insulting you."

Natasha looked at Rogers and saw he was looking at her with worry. "Nat, please. What has he done to you?" He asked and Natasha leaned hesitantly against her handler. He allowed it and she was soothed at his presence. "He opened my eyes. I had closed them against the wrong person." She answered and Rogers was looking at her confused. "You mean Stark? You don't have to hide anymore. I know you saw the right way. Get away from the Hydra Agent." He said as if he was talking to a toddler.

That caused Natasha to tense up. Her eyes widened and she stopped leaning on her handler. But his arm was still around her shoulders. He hummed softly into her ear, the lullaby. She went slack. Rogers shouted for Gabriel to back off. To let her go. But she was happy right where she was. He was not like the other handlers who had trained her.

"Come along, Spiderling. Dinner will be ready soon. And I don't want you to lose your appetite from this." He signed against her shoulder. Natasha nodded and they turned to walk out of the room.

Rogers screaming for her the whole way.

#random #ocs #angst #oc #original au #origin story #natasha romanov #wanda maximoff #steve rogers #clint barton #scott lang #ant man #black widow #captian america #team iron man #iron man #carol danvers #captian marvel #brock rumlow #crossbones #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #not team cap friendly #mostly #though its only Wanda and Steve #tony stark

[theyraylovehate]

Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

[fantua]

Angst Imagine Promts

Please don't reblog

1: "You never listen anymore!" "Its kind of hard to listen when all you do is spew bullshit!"

2: "did you do it?" "Do what" "s... Sleep with her/him?"

3: "God! Shut up! You're so fucking annoying!"

4: "don't fucking touch me"

5: "I swear I didn't mean to"

6: "if you walk out that door, don't expect me to be here when you come back."

7: "pick! It's me, or her/him"

8: "I trusted you" "I know, I'm so sorry"

9: "if you were sorry you wouldn't have done it in the first place"

10: "I didn't fucking do anything!" "Exactly!"

11: "I saw you two." "Wh-what?" "Together. Holding hands."

12: "so what? That's it? One fight and you're leaving?"

13: "Why should I bother trying when you're just going to keep grating on my nerves and acting like a bitch!"

14: "I swear doll I didn't mean to!" "But you did"

15: "do you even love me anymore?" "I don't know"

16: "I... I gave you everything" "you didn't give enough"

17: "you tried so hard to please me baby, and I took it for granted"

18: "sometimes... Things don't... Fit right." "Sometimes things don't fit right!?!? That's the best you can do?!?!"

19: "so you threw everything away for some fucking fling because you were pissed at me?!"

20: "do you love her/him?" "Yes..."

#loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki x you #loki imagine #loki #loki (marvel) #loki friggason #loki x y/n #loki angst #avengers imagine #avengers #avengers angst #captian america #captian America angst #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x teen!reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers x peggy carter #steve rogers angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes #bucky angst #prompts

[afeb]

Chris Evans - Us

I giggled as Chris sponged kisses across my lips and cheeks, hands squeezing my hips as he pulled the covers over our bodies. I peered over to Dodger who scowled back at me from the dog bed.

“He’s glaring again.” I laughed.

“You’re in his spot.” Chris smiled back as he looked over at the small dog.

“I’m surprised you don’t make me sleep on the dogs bed when I stay.” I joked as I looped my arms around his neck.

“Well, that was the original plan,” he winked. “But Dodge and I spoke and agreed that since you’re only here two nights a week, you could sleep on the bed.”

I giggled. “Well thanks boys, I appreciate it.”

Chris stared down at me for a moment, smile fading slowly. “I hate it when you’re not here.”

I stroked over his cheeks. “Me too honey,”

“The house feels empty.” He noted with a deep hum.

“If I could I’d stay here all the time,” I reassured with a smile.

Chris faltered for a moment. “Well...you could...if you wanted.”

I frowned. “But what about my place?”

“You could move out, you’re lease is up for renewal next month...” he sat up and I followed after him.

“Are you...you want me...” I stumbled over my words.

Chris began to worry. “Oh god I’ve said too much, ignore me!”

He scrambled out of bed. “Chris, wait!”

I hurried after him as he jogged downstairs to the kitchen, where I followed closely behind him. “It’s dumb, I know, we’ve only been dating a few months and I’ve asked too much, who knows if you even like me that much I mean, the public only just found out we’re together so to them we’re moving really quick and-“

“Chris!” I stopped his rambling as he breathed deeply.

“Yeah?” He winced.

“Of course I’ll move in.” His face dropped but then turned into the brightest smile I’d seen.

“Really?” He inched towards me.

“Yes, really.” I squeaked as he lifted me up and spun around, Dodger bouncing at our feet.

“You mean I get to see you every day?” He beamed up at me.”

“If you can bear it.” I teased.

He placed me down and smiled. “I’m just mesmerised by you.”

I blushed and leant up to kiss his lips. “Ditto.”

He went into the kitchen and started babbling again. “We can redecorate if you want, I know you’re place is a lot more green than mine. But if you want your bed and things we can swap mine for yours, and put mine in the spare room. Oh! And I thought all your plants would look great around the living room and...”

I sat at the table and watched him make coffee, and I couldn’t help the joy that swam through my veins and as I listened to him talk about us.

#chris #evans #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fluff #chris evans angst #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfic #chris evans imagine #captian america #steve rogers #frank adler #marvel

[pizza-portal]

Avoiding

Pairing: Chris Evans x OC!Lana

Summary: Lana thinks Chris is cheating and avoids him.

Warnings: angst, sad, lack of eating, fluff

If Lana knew one thing, it was to not listen to the tabloids. They were just rumors. Sometimes they were lies. 90% of the time, they were untrue.

But, she sat in her couch staring at the article. ‘Chris Evans and Elizabeth Olsen: The Perfect Match’. The lights were dim and it was too late at night. She just couldn’t stop staring at the screen. She didn’t want to be insecure, but Elizabeth was prettier and talented. All Lana did was sit there and look pretty. She knew Chris would never cheat on her, but deep down, what if he liked Elizabeth more than her?

As if on cue, the article disappeared and Chris’s contact name popped up. She cursed under her breath, deciding whether or not to answer his call. She pressed the answer button putting the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hey baby,” he spoke smoothly. Yet, all Lana’s mind could think about was him and Elizabeth.

“Uh, hi,” she answered. She tried to sound normal, but her voice was strained and shaky.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” He asked.

“No, I was uh, doing some work,” she responded. Her fingers played with the hem of her shirt.

“Oh okay,” he said. “I’m thinking tomorrow we can workout and breakfast at my place?” The two tried to stay out of the public eye as much as possible. They had only been dating for four months and they didn’t want too much publicity too early.

“Um,” Lana had to think of an excuse quick. “I can’t.” She mumbled.

“Everything okay?” He asked her through the phone.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I actually need to go. I’ll talk to you soon, babe,” she rushed.

“Yeah, okay. Love you-” Lana ended the call before anything else. She mumbled a few curse words before getting up.

***

Three days. Lana had been avoiding Chris for three days. It was hard to say the least. She was constantly stressed with work and tried not talking to him as much. She hadn’t eaten much, but still forced herself to workout. She didn’t know why she was pushing away so hard. She felt bad because Chris didn’t even know, but she couldn’t help it.

She sighed deeply, sitting on the white backdrop in a bikini. The stylists were touching up her makeup and hair. The photographers started snapping photos of her. There were three fans blowing onto her, causing her black hair to blow back beautifully. She stayed focused on her work.

Well, that was until her assistant started pointing at her phone that was ringing off the hook. She looked at the photographer, seeing if she could go. “I got all I need. Thank you, Lana. It was nice working with you,” he smiled kindly. Lana immediately walked to her phone, seeing that it was Chris. She answered it, putting it up to her ear.

“Hello?” She answered, beginning her walk to the dressing room to get changed.

“Hey, can I pick you up for lunch?” Chris sounded eager and excited. She could already feel her heart quicken, turning into the room.

“Uh, I was planning on skipping. I have work to get done-”

“And you had work to get done yesterday and the day before,” he cut her off. She could tell he was frustrated and confused.

“I am so hungry. Yes, let’s meet for lunch,” The moment the words came out of her mouth, she regretted it. The last thing she wanted to do was see him, but she didn’t want to make him upset. Lana was just overall confused.

“Great. Just, uh, meet me at my place. Okay?” He wanted to make sure she would come.

“Yeah,” she spoke quietly before hanging up. She’s set her phone down, looking at herself in the mirror. “Shit.” She started getting changed out of the swimsuit and into some leggings and a sweater.

***

The car ride to Chris’ house seemed to short. She wish she had driven slower or taken a longer way by the time she pulled into his drive way. She let herself out of the car before slowly walking up to his door. She took a deep breath, trying to control her racing mind and racing heart. She knocked on the door. Her body shook out of both fear and hunger. Every terrible image popped into her head. What if Elizabeth opened the door? What if all the articles were true? Maybe he was just playing her.

Chris opened the door, smiling at his girlfriend. “Hi,” she spoke quietly. He embraced her, feeling happy to finally hold her again.

Lana tried to make her actions as normal as possible, but she felt off. Everything felt off. “Come on. I made your favorite,” Lana walked inside. She had been in his home plenty of times, even before they were dating. She had always felt so comfortable there. There were two plates with chicken salads set on the dining table.

The two sat down. Chris happily ate his food while Lana picked at her food, moving it around as if it were something she hated. “What have you been doing?” Chris asked her. He took a mental note of her lack of eating.

“Just work,” she mumbled. “I had a swimsuit shoot with Calvin Klein so.” She kept her eyes down, away from his. “What about you?”

“Work,” he responded. “Elizabeth and I had a bunch of interviews together and stuff.” It was at that moment that Lana made eye contact with him. All she could think about were the stupid articles. She lost any sort of appetite that was left and she felt so weak, both emotionally and physically. She cleared her throat, finally looking away.

“Cool,” her voice cracked. She didn’t want to cry, especially not in front of him.

“Is everything okay?” Chris finally asked.

“I think I should go,” she whispered. A single year slid down her cheek. She got up quickly, trying to let herself out.

“Lana, hey!” Chris followed immediately. When Lana was right in front of the door, she couldn’t find herself to leave. Was she over reacting? Maybe the trauma of James is just clouding her mind more than they should. She felt the tears involuntarily stream down her face. She collapsed her cheeks into her hands, holding back a sob. “Lana, come here.” Chris wrapped an arm around her shoulder, making her face him. He hugged her, letting her cry all the tears she needed. He didn’t know what was wrong or what he did, but he knew that he wanted to fix it.

Lana felt so weak and annoyed with herself that she didn’t just talk about it with him. She felt so dumb. “What’s wrong?” Chris whispered soothingly. Lana pulled back, wiping her tears.

“I feel so dumb for crying about this and listening to the stupid articles,” she felt more tears stream down her cheeks. Just the thought of the tabloids made her feel overwhelmed.

“What?” She could tell Chris was more than confused.

“All of the fucking headlines and tabloids say is how everyone thinks you and Elizabeth are dating and how great of a couple you guys would be-”

“Okay, okay,” he whispered, trying to sooth her. His fingertips grazed her arms, sending goosebumps across them. Lana stared down at her shoes, sniffling here and there. “Look at me.” His hand lifted her chin, forcing her ready eyes to stare into his. “You are all I want and all I ever will want. You mean the absolute world to me and if I were to fuck that up, I would never forgive myself. Elizabeth is just a close friend and if you want me to stop talking to her as much or if you want to meet her, I will make that happen, okay? I want you to feel confidant and trust me.”

“I’m sorry,” Lana whispered.

“Don’t be sorry,” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I just wish you told me before.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Now come on, I wanna get some food in you and watch disney movies.” Lana giggled, following him to the kitchen.

#chris evans x ofc #chris evans x you #chris evans x original female character #chris evans fluff #chris evans ff #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans fic #chris evans fanfiction #captian america #chris evans #steve rogers #mcu #chris evans fandom #angst #marvel #chris evans angst #christopher jamal evans #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fandom #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x original female character #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x wife!reader #daddy chris evans #marvel men #the avengers #fanfiction #ffs

[thelittleboyfromloveactually]

The stewardess

Pt. 3

Chris Evans x reader

Prompt: you and collin go to a club for your night off, Chris isn’t happy.

Word count: 1931

Warnings: alcohol? Cussing???? Horrible writing

Authors note: omg guys! Thank you so much for the support on this series! I’m so glad you are all loving it as much as I am!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

Not mine!

Even after working on the yacht for quite a while I would never get used to getting up early. That morning my stupid alarm woke me up. I sighed, i just wanted to sleep in. I grabbed my clothes and walked slowly into the kitchen. Collin was already up and was making breakfast.

“Morning” he said

I groaned “this isn’t fucking morning, i should be sleeping”

“You’ve worked here for so long and you still aren’t used to the wake up time?” He asked in disbelief

“Yup, never been a morning person” you shrugged while you made yourself a cup of coffee

He cleared his throat “you hair looks nice” he said. Wtf.

I laughed “collin it’s far too early for jokes”

“I’m not joking, it looks nice” he said genuinely

“Ok sure” i nodded still not believing him “alright gotta get to work” i raised my eyebrows and walked out. No one was up yet. It was so peaceful in the mornings. That was one nice thing. I finished setting the table and stepped back to admire my work.

“Goooooood morning!” It was RDJ

I turned around and smiled “morning! I hope you slept alright”

“Fantastic the waves always sooth me” he says down on the couch “may I have a cup of caffeine please” he batted his eyelashes.

I giggled “of course, I’ll be right back” I began to walk backwards and just as I was turning around I rammed into a wall.

“Woah there” or not a wall, it was Chris

“Oh my god im so sorry!” I apologized

“Hey hey, you’re good, beautiful morning isn’t it?” He asked

“Uh yes, yes it’s beautiful” he stared into my eyes “uh would you like a coffee? I am getting one for Downey”

“Yes please!” He said

Just as I was leaving Anthony came down I heard him say “where’s she goin?” “Coffee” said Chris

“Hey wait! I’ll take one too!” He yelled

I have a thumbs up without even turning back.

I came back with 3 coffees and handed them to each of the boys. Receiving a thank you from each one.

“Y/N will you round up the rest of the staff I have an announcement?” RDJ said

“Yes of course sir” I nodded and went off to collect the small rest of the staff

I found grabbed collin, and the maid, all the others hadn’t come with us to Monte Carlo. I brought them out into the living room

“Ahhh here they are” RDJ said and stood up clapping his hands together “according to our fellow captain we will arrive in Monte Carlo tonight! I am feeling kind today and I’m also craving Chinese takeout so I’ve decided to give you all the night off! He said cheerfully

“Oh that’s so kind, thank you!” I said

“Yeah thank you sir” said collin

“Of course! You all deserve some fun! Work hard, play hard!” He announced

We served breakfast and then cleaned up while the boys went to their rooms and did whatever they did behind those locked doors. We tidied up the whole boat so the work for tonight would be minimal. They came out for lunch. Chris updated me on the book he was reading. And RDJ gave me and collin our paycheck so we would have cash for tonight.

The night came quickly, and with it our arrival to Monte Carlo. It was a gorgeous city especially at sunset. I finished everything up and then went to my room to get dressed. I picked out my black dress that was detailed with rhinestones on the straps and the neck line. It was short and tight but complemented my figure. I grabbed my glittery bag and did all my hair and makeup. The sun had completely set by the time me and collin were ready to go.

You met collin at the door to the dock and headed on your way. Before you could even get out the door someone was calling your name.

“Hey wait one sec! Y/N wait!” It was Chris

I turned to face Him and smiled

“Where are you headed?” He asked

“To this club, it’s super awesome” I told him

“Oh…a club huh? That sounds fun! Just you know? Be careful” he said swallowing hard

“Yes yes of course” I smiled and turned to leave

Me and collin walked to the club together

The night was nice. The lamps lit up the streets, the breeze blew through my hair as me and collin walked arms linked to the club RDJ had recommended. I was leaning into him for warmth. We arrived at the club shortly, the building was practically throbbing. We walked in and my senses were automatically heightened. The noise of people trying to yell over the music that was at the highest possible volume. The smell of cigarette smoke, sweaty bodies and alcohol. I even caught a wiff of perfume as a girl walked by me. The lights flashing, the people jumping. Tonight was gonna be a shit ton of fun.

“Come on!” I yelled to collin, my voice being drowned out by the music. We walked over to the bar and ordered a round of shots. This is the only atmosphere me and collin really got along in. The bar tender brought the shots over along with a piece of paper with numbers on it. I looked at it curiously. Collin laughed

“It’s his number” he yelled

“Ohhhhh, welp” I grabbed the shots, handing one to collin. I rised my tiny glass “tooooo….” I couldn’t think of something

“To the mid looking bar tender who thinks he can pull you!” Yelled collin. We clicked out glasses together and drank the shots. We placed them aggressively back on the table.

“Another round please!” I yelled

After what seemed like only five minutes, me and collin were stumbling over our feet and slurring our words. It was almost 3 am and we still technically had work tomorrow. Right now though, we danced on the crowed floor to songs of all languages.

Another hour went by in less than a second. People started to clear out only the young locals remained. I walked over to the bar and plopped down on one of the stools, almost falling off.

“You know, I think we should head back” said collin sitting next to be. I could barely understand a word he was saying. Not only were his worlds slurred together into one but he was talking way to quietly and I was also DrUnK.

“Mmmmmmmmm yup” I nodded my head “probableee”

We stumbled out of the club giggling. The walk hom seemed to take forever and I’m actually suprised we didn’t get lost.

By the time we were walking up the dock my phone told me it was 4:45am. One fun day it would be tomorrow. The lights were still on.

I tripped as we walked in. Collin caught me and I began to laugh. Then I saw Chris stand up from the couch.

“Oh hello Mr chris!” I said

“Y/N” he walked over to me and collin “I got it from here man” he tried to take me out of collins arms

“No it’s fine I got her” said collin pulling me in tighter

“Here give her to me” Chris said more sternly

“No i said it’s fine” said collin

“Hey! Listen just take your fucking hands off of her” Chris had begun to raise his voice

“Ugh stawp it gooys” I Squirmed, trying to get out of collins arms. Because collin was kinda drunk he dropped me, and I fell to the ground. “Can you guys shush? I’m trying to sleep” I said and layed down on the floor and closed my eyes as if I was going to sleep.

I heard Chris sigh. Then I felt a pair of strong arms around me.

“Fuck you man! Just because your some celebrity dick doesn’t mean you get to play with her fucking feelings! She doesn’t like you, you know?! Don’t even think about doing anything to her!” Yelled collin

“Listen kid, let’s talk about this later, I don't have time for your bullshit.” Said Chris

“Fuck you!” Collin screamed as Chris carried me off

We walked up the stairs. Wait what? Up the stairs? My room was under the deck. I then felt him place me gently on a bed. A bed that was much softer than mine. He pulled the blanket over me. I felt the weight shift. The other side of the bed dipped down. He got under the covers. He rustled under a little and then was still. That’s when I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up. My head felt as if it would explode any second and the brightness of the sun shining through the window did not help whatsoever. I tried my best to remember what had happened last night. All I knew was that I wasn’t in my bed. Who’s it was? I had no idea.

I groaned and got up. Next to the bed was a tall glass of water with some pills next to it. I quickly gulped them down. I stood up, head rush. I paused and let it pass before walking out and down the stairs into the main living area.

The table was set for one. I saw Chris leaning on the railing and looking out at the harbour. I walked out and stood next to him. He turned to me

“Oh you’re up!” His eyes seemed to light up when he saw me

“Yup” I could barely see a thing “I think I’m going blind”

Chris laughed and pulled off his aviators. He placed them on my face, “better?”

I nodded

“Hey Y/N” it was colin “you’re awake! I made you breakfast” he tilted his head towards the table. A beautiful stack of pancakes sat on the once empty place.

“Oh thank you so much!” I hugged him and I heard Chris scoff

I walked over and sat down. Chris pulled out the chair next to me and sat down. He smiled at me. Man he has a nice smile.

“Can i get a some sunny side up eggs too please” Chris said to collin

“You already had fruit and avocado toast” said collin rolling his eyes

“I need my protein” said Chris. Collin sighed and walked off “thanks bud!” Said Chris

I giggled

“Did you sleep well?” Chris asked leaning onto his elbows

“Uh yeah yeah I did”

“My bed is pretty soft huh?” Fuck “RDJ was saying the sheets are like Egyptian cotton or smth like that” of course it was his fucking bed

“Wait um nothing like…nothing happened right?”

“I don’t think I know what you mean” said Chris, the smirk on his face only grew

“You know?”

“No i don’t I think you are gonna need to be more specific”

Jesus “ok fine, did we have sex?” I asked

“No. No we didn’t, see that wasn’t that hard.” He was smiling. So impressed with himself. A few minutes later collin came in with a plate of scrambled eggs

“I asked for sunny side up”

“You get what you get and you don’t get upset, bud” collin said and walked off.

“Later we should go for a swim, it will help with the hangover” said Chris taking a bike of his eggs

“Sounds good!” I nodded and continued to eat my pancakes. I couldn’t get the idea out of my head now. Having sex with Chris. God, I needed to stop.

Pt. 4

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[thefallennightmare]

Vas Prizrak

(Final part in the Soldat Series)

Bucky and Reader’s life in Wakanda had been everything they ever wanted. But when they are told about the fight that was on it’s way to them, they fear that life would be dusted away for good. 

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[call-me-doll-face]

Acquiesce

TEASER

A/N: Here is the teaser for my newest Bucky fic, Give me your feedback on what you think so far! :)

Warnings: Future smut (+18 only, please!, Angst, Sad Steve

"It's okay! It's okay! It's not you, I forgive you!"

I hate Bucky Barnes. No, it's not because he was the winter soldier. No it's not because he killed Tony's parents and countless others. No.... I hate him for a completely different reason.

I hate him because he is Steve's best friend. I know that sounds awful. I should be happy that Steve found him, I want to be. I swear I do....

Steve and I have been friends since they took him off the ice. I was the first one to see him, speak to him. I helped bring him up to speed on all the things he'd missed, introduced him to all the new things. I'd laughed with him as we watched cartoons, soothed his frustration when he had a hard time getting used to the newer technology. Guy still doesn't know how to completely work a cell phone....

We've had so many ups and downs, but through it all one thing never changed.... His heartbreak and guilt over losing Bucky. Some nights I held him in my arms as he cried; sobbing that he shouldn't have let him go.... he was a super soldier, he should of had the strength to pull him up!

Nights like that I cried with him... I felt his loss like it was my own. This big gaping hole in my chest where my heart should have been. I ached for him, longed for him to have the happiness that was his best friend.

So you can imagine my delight when Steve looked at me with teary eyes and told me that he was still alive. I sat with him day and night, trying to track Bucky down, trying to figure out a way to get him free from Hydra..... Then Steve ended up on the riverbank and Bucky disappeared. I hate him for that. Steve may have forgiven him.... But I haven't.

"No, no, no, no please! Please don't do this! please don't make him do this!"

Standing in front of my full length mirror I stare at someone I no longer recognize.... I know it's me..... but when did I become this broken? LOOK this broken?.....

Steve sits behind me, perched on the end of my bed. He's been there for a solid fifteen minutes, refusing to leave me be. 'I can't. I just can't.' He's said when I'd ordered him to get out. I didn't want to talk about it; knowing that if I did it would be the end. The end of my strength, the end of the end of my sanity, and everything in between.

However he'd forced me. He'd looked at me with those big beautiful buddy dog eyes that he KNOWS makes my resolve come crumbling down. He'd sat on that bed, where he currently is now, and pulled me between in spread legs, pressing kisses to my hands and begging me to tell him so that he could fix it.

My sweet sweet Stevie.... My still sometimes surprisingly innocent Stevie... I had tried to tell him, lip trembling, that some things were better left unsaid. What he doesn't know won't kill him.... and I truly feared that if he knew this it would...But he was relentless. Forced me to tell him what his best friend had done....

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