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little-fics · 3 years

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Bee

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader; platonic!uncle!Tony

Summary: Reader is teetering the edge of a slip when her buddies Sam and Clint are mean to her, daddy stucky to the rescue

Warnings: age regression, scary bees, bottle, pacifier, anxiety, a little violence, angry!Steve (not at you), mean!sam and mean!clint, I may have missed some, read at your own risk

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I had fun with this one! I hope you like it!

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Life with Bucky and Steve was great, you'd officially been together for about a year, and they'd been your daddies about half that time. You didn't always regress, just when the world got a little too big and you needed to leave it all behind. The avengers didn't know about your coping mechanism, at your own request, save for Tony who has programmed Friday to detect when you're little and were about to do something that babies shouldn't do, such as cooking or showering because babies makes messes and get hurt. It was something you'd kept private and to yourself for a long time, and it took months to feel comfortable enough to talk with Steve and Bucky about it. You weren't always feeling little, and had the capability of being a very vital part to the team, but on your days off, it was easy to find yourself slipping into that headspace.

That's how you got to sitting on the balcony, slowly slipping into that headspace after a difficult mission. You'd woken up between Steve and Bucky, crawling out of the bed quietly, not quite feeling small but you know it's coming. Clint and Sam find you outside, sunbathing and staring at the clouds. Sam is the first one to come outside, Clint following close behind.

"Mornin' sunshine," Sam sits next to you, Clint moving to the other side of you, relaxing in his seat, Sam holding out a glass to you, "want some lemonade? I know that coffee makes you jittery on your days off." You take the glass, smiling at the yellow straw poking up from the top, "Thank you! And a straw!" You twiddle with it gently, pulling it out to take a sip. "Gosh," your shoulders sag and your head leans back in ecstasy, "Clint's lemonade is the best, thank you." Clint pointedly looks at Sam, smug, "Why thank you Y/n, I'm blushing." Sam scoffs, "You wouldn't have even made it if I didn't beg!" Clint shrugs, "I made food," he looks to you, "speaking of," he has you a plate with a sausage and egg biscuit. You tentatively take it from him, "Oh thank you, are you sure?" Clint laughs, leaning back in his seat, "Yeah, honey, me and Sam already had some."

Once you finish your biscuit, you're back to staring at the pretty sky, sipping on your lemonade listening to Sam and Clint bicker back and forth. A bee comes out of nowhere, eliciting a small yelp from you and you're quickly standing from your seat. They're laughing, which hurt your feelings, the fear of the bee causing you to slip fully. You try to go inside but hear Sam speak to the AI, "Friday, lock patio doors under code Falcon," before you make it to the door. When you pull on it the door won't budge. "Sam," your voice is meek, "that's not funny," you whine and shake the door again, getting nervous over the buzzing around your lemonade on the table. "Friday, open the door." Clint laughs again, "It's just a bee, you've been shot before and you can't handle a bee?" A tear slips down your face, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.

You shake on the door, trying to get away from your mean friends, wiping a tear away, "Open the door Sam." He's laughing, he thinks this is funny, "It's just a bee, it'll be gone in a minute Y/n, it's fine." You shake the door more violently, and it's clear Sam wasn't going to open the door. You bring your hand to the bracelet that lays around your wrist, a fail safe if something is wrong, to immediately notify Steve and Bucky that you need them. You find the tiny sun charm, pressing the tiny button that notifies your daddies of your state of mind and that you're in trouble, different from the other charm, a moon, who notifies your boyfriends of an emergency.

Bucky is the first one to hear Friday, "Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers," he groans groggily, "Friday, it's too early for this, what is it?" Bucky reaches over to find just Steve, no tiny baby to love on as he hears Friday once more, "I am sorry Mr. Barnes, but it seems munchkin has requested your presence with signs of distress." Bucky's eyes snap open at the use of the programmed name for when you're in your little space, throwing the covers off and slapping Steve's shoulder. "Bucky, what the-" Steve stops when he realizes that Bucky is already out the door, he's quickly behind him, not bothering to put a shirt on, as Bucky hadn't.

"Friday, where is munchkin?" Bucky spits, FRIDAY speaking up once more, "Munchkin is on the patio with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton." Their brows crunch together in confusion, Steve finally speaking up on their way to the patio, sleep still heavy in his voice, "Is something wrong?" Bucky shrugs nervously, "Friday said she was showing signs of distress." The system speaks up once more, "That is correct. Munchkin's heart rate seems to be elevated and she is showing signs of high stress. She notified me by her emergency contact Sun Ray." At this, Bucky and Steve speed up, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

The bee is still there, attracted not only to the lemonade, but the brightly colored pajamas keeping its attention as it flies back and forth between you and the lemonade. When it flies towards you, you hide in the corner of the patio, screaming, running to the other corner to hide from it when it follows you, a tear streaking down your face. Sam sees the stray tear, immediately his stomach sinking while you're piddling with your bracelet, ignoring the tears on your face, not hearing Sam when he stands and calls out gently, "Friday unlock the doors." Sam's in front of you, "Let's go inside, come on." When he reaches for you, you flinch back from him, causing his heart to break a little. You're now frantically pushing the button on your charm.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, munchkin has sent a distress call 13 times, up to 17, 23," and then they're at the doors to the patio, slinging them open.

Bucky takes in your appearance, you look afraid, tears freely streaming down your face, now surrounded by Clint and Sam, who are violently moved by Bucky. He's lifting you by your thighs, bringing them around his waist, glaring at Sam and Clint before carrying you inside. When you're back inside, feeling the rush of AC, you let loose, heavy thick tears falling with sobs. "Shhh my little bunny, I've got you."

Steve remains on the porch, staring at a shell shocked Sam and Clint, "What happened?" They shrug, "It was just a bee, we didn't know it would scare her so bad." Steve rolls his eyes at the men, following Bucky back to your room. When he gets there, you're straddling Bucky on the bed, hands tucked under you, fists balled up tightly, hiccuping sobs. "'S mean," Bucky is rubbing your back, shushing softly while you try to explain what happened, "wouldn't let me 'nside daddy, I try." More sobs erupt from you, Steve's brow furrowing, wondering what you meant.

"Friday, show me what happened with munchkin on the patio before Sun Ray was activated." He watches as the TV screen starts playing the scene, fury creeping up in his bones, while Bucky continued to console you, but matching the fire Steve has in his eyes. Steve saunters out of the room when the TV shuts off, heading straight for Sam and Clint. Bucky holds you closer when you whimper, "Oh doll, dada will be right back, he's just gonna go get you something to drink." You continue to sob, you refused to take your pacifier, dropping it out of your mouth every time he tried to put it in, sobs not allowing it to stay. "Baby baby baby, you're okay, that little bee isn't gonna getcha in here, only daddy." He tries to tickle you, but you just sob louder. He's thankful for the soundproof walls, knowing you don't like to draw attention.

Steve finds Sam and Clint in the common room with Nat and Tony. Tony stands when he sees Steve, anger on his face still shirtless. Steve comes up from behind Sam and Clint, grabbing their shirts roughly, pulling them up and off the couch, feet dangling a foot above the floor, turning them to face him. They're shouting, trying to get Steve to let go. Tony is trying to pull Sam away from him, Nat trying to hit his weak spots so he will drop Clint but he doesn't budge.

"Did you think it was funny?" Steve spits, bringing his face closer to theirs, "Did you? You think it was funny when she cried? Think it was funny when she screamed and pulled on the door? How would you feel huh? If someone laughed at you because you were scared? If your friends laughed at you?" Tony and Nat are confused, "Steve calm down, what happened?" Steve scowls, overpowering the men easily as he turns them around, still holding them in the air. "Friday, pull up the patio clip and my bedroom feed on the common room television."

"Voice identification confirmed. One moment." The video starts playing, but all they can hear are your sobs, not able to hear the small consoling your daddy is trying or the talk from the patio clip as it plays. "Is it still funny bird boy? Is it still funny when you know you're the reason she's like this? No? Good." Steve throws them down on the couch, Tony is furious, Nat is scolding them, and Steve's on his way into the kitchen.

Tony follows Steve after shutting off the video feed, Nat still scolding the two perpetrators. Steve is piddling around, heating up some milk in the microwave. "You okay man?" Tony asks, placing a hand on his back, when Steve glares at him Tony sighs. "Man you can't go back to her seething like this." Steve lets out a huff, "I've never wanted to throttle someone like I do right now." He grabs the milk from the microwave, mixing some hot chocolate power in it, something that frequently happens when you're having a very bad day. Tony hands Steve a bottle, hidden in a thin cabinet, only unlocked by four people in the tower; Uncle Tony, your daddies, and you. "She's your baby, and she hasn't stopped crying because her buddies were mean to her and she doesn't understand, if you go in there angry, she will think you're mad at her." Tony chides, Steve, resonating with Tony's words, takes a deep breath, filling up your bottle and continuing to shake it. "Want me to come cheer her up with you?" Steve sighs, "Let us calm her down a bit, get her feeling right and we'll play some games later yeah?" Tony starts to rummage through the fridge, "Have Friday notify me." Steve nods, leaving Tony and going back to his baby.

When he opens the door, you're still crying, but when Steve sits he pulls you into his lap, holding you like a baby and rocking you. "Shhh, it's okay baby, I know they were mean, but papa's here now. It's okay," he's rubbing your face gently, your sobs turned to weak whimpers. "That's it baby, you want some milk?" You nuzzle into his chest, Bucky taking a sip of the bottle making sure it's not too hot and gives it back to Steve. He holds the tip to your lips, you instantly wrap your lips around it and hum happily.

"There she is, sweet girl," his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently while Bucky rubs your legs with a feather light touch. You hiccup on the milk, Steve moving it away from you and wiping away a stray tear. Your fingers clutch around his shoulder, whining, "Papa." He coos at you, "Drinking too fast aren't we love?" You let out another whine, your bottom lip wobbling, "Pease papa." He traces your jawline before bringing the bottle back to your lips, "Slower, you hear me dove?" You nod gently, closing your eyes and continuing to drink the bottle.

You're teetering on the edge of sleep, Steve wiping away a drop of milk that finds its way to the corner of your mouth. He takes the bottle very carefully, stopping when you suck on it a little harder, trying to hold it in your mouth. "Bunny," Bucky's voice sings to you, "let daddy have that, okay?" Steve tries to pull it away again, this time with no fight, Bucky pressing your pacifier to your lips, which you take happily. He clips it to the top of your pajama shirt so if you drop it, it'll stay relatively within reach. "Friday, put on munchkins lullaby playlist."

Soft music starts playing through the room, bringing you all the way under, soft snores against Steves chest alerting them to your slumber. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton are outside, requesting entrance." Bucky rolls his eyes as he slides back down into the bed, "Friday, decline entrance and leave us be to nap for an hour." Steve moves you to Bucky, your sleeping form habitually wrapping around him and his warmth. Steve huddles behind you, wrapping his arm over you and resting it on Bucky, rubbing small circles. "She's gonna be a handful today," Steve comments, letting Bucky know that he thinks today is going to be one of those days where you regress further than usual. "She's gonna have such a good time with Tony." Bucky laughs, his eyes flutter shut, "Don't count her daddies short."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Desperate Measures 2

Warnings: nonconsent and rape (miniseries); stalking, fear, intimidation, fingering, toyplay, fuck machine, control, overstimulation, cock ring, oral

This is dark!Steve Rogers and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: At first, you think it’s a joke when you get the strange messages, but when they don’t stop, you realise too late how real it all is.

Note: Okay, here’s the last half!

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Part 1

I can't let this, I can't let this go When I got you right where I want you I been pushing for this for so long

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You put your to-go box in the fridge. Your appetite was all but gone after the encounter but Eva barely seemed to notice as her gushing went from the unexpected cameo of America’s hero to Ray again. Another argument meant she was holding out to punish him but you knew it wouldn’t last. She was already incessantly checking her phone.

You sat as she took selfies on Snap and shared them in her passive aggressive way. You knew this dance. She’d keep going until she got a reaction. You took your own phone but hesitated before you lit up the screen. It unlocked as it registered your face and the number over your inbox made you wince.

It was like a story in itself, the unanswered text bubbles lined the rectangle; ‘where’d you go, sweetheart’ to ‘what’s wrong?’ to ‘I will find you’ to ‘you better answer me, sweetheart’. You could almost hear them in Steve’s deep tones and it made you shiver. The phone suddenly vibrated and sent another wave through you.

‘Seven tonight. I’ll meet you in front of the bar,’ the message said tersely.

You lowered the phone as Eva searched for better lighting and angled her phone around as she pouted. You watched her and the phone buzzed again. You looked down at the next message.

‘You answer me, sweetheart.’ Still all you could do was stare blankly until you felt another jolt, ‘either you come to me or I come to you.’

The threat was clear. It wasn’t just about you. He knew you were at Eva’s and you had no doubt he would break through any obstacle between you. You saw him sitting across from you in the restaurant, felt the way his eyes bore into you.

‘Okay,’ you texted back. It was all you could handle.

Eva giggled and flopped down on the sofa, “oooh, Ray is so mad.”

“Uh huh,” you murmured as the heart emoji popped up on your screen.

“I sent him the pic I got with the Captain,” she smirked, “he’s so jealous.”

“Do you two ever stop?” you rolled your eyes and set aside your phone.

“Babe, he might be a jackass but the way he serves--”

“Say no more,” you pointed your thumb down your throat, “please.”

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Eva was gone before seven. You were thankful that you wouldn’t need to explain yourself to her but disappointed nonetheless. You walked the block down to the bar and stood by the corner of the low wrought iron fence that lined the busy patio. You held your phone in your hand and hugged yourself with one arm. You felt sick and numb.

You felt a light touch on your elbow and spun. Steve smiled down at you as he wore a ball cap and dark blue jacket.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” he said, “I got a bit held up--”

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, finally finding your voice.

“Sweetheart,” he warned as his lips straightened, “I don’t like to be interrupted.”

“I don’t understand,” you hissed, “I just don’t. I don’t know why you’re doing this.”

“Why I’m doing what? Why I love you? Sweetheart, you need to be better to yourself and if you can’t do that, then I guess I have to,” he tickled your cheek with his fingertips, “are you hungry?”

“No,” you crossed your arms as he glanced over at the patio, “please, just stop. Leave me alone.”

He closed his eyes and his jaw tensed. He swallowed and his hand dropped to your shoulder. His thumb rubbed your shoulder through your light cardigan.

“Don’t be like this,” he said, “after all I’ve done for you. After--”

“I never asked for any of it,” you croaked.

“You interrupt me again,” he squeezed your upper arm and leaned in, “and there will be consequences.”

Your eyes widened and you gaped up at him. He grinned and dropped his hand to take yours. He drew you away from the hedges along the fence and walked you down the street.

“Since you’re not hungry, I guess we can just go home,” he tugged on you as you dragged your feet and you stumbled to catch up. It felt as if he would crush your hand as he stopped by a sleek car and reached into his pocket to unlock it with a chirp, “sweetheart,” his tone was grizzly as he exhaled in frustration, “I don’t like this. This isn’t you.” He opened the door and loomed over you as he lowered his voice to a whisper, “be a good girl.”

He nudged you into the car and you sat heavily as he shut the door with snap. Your hands shook as you turned your phone over and hit the emergency call number. Before you could hit the nine, he was in the driver’s seat and ripped your phone from your grasp. The doors locked with a loud click.

“What do you think the police will do for you?” he growled as he started the car, “do you think they’ll believe you? You think they don’t have a record of all the crazed fangirls who ever followed me around?” he scoffed and reached over to slap your thigh, “buckle up…” he lifted his hand and stroked your neck, “we don’t want you getting hurt, do we?”

You slowly pulled the belt over and buckled it. You were trembling so much it took several tries. You let out a brittle breath and sank back against the seat, “no,” you said quietly as you glanced out the window.

“Good,” he said as he drove with one hand still on your leg, “I only want to keep you safe.”

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The walk-up looked like any other on the street. She iron railing along the concrete steps, the faded brick, the frosted glass slats of the front door, and the twisted metal numbers just above the mailbox. Steve walked behind you and kept you trapped between him and the door as he unlocked it.

You entered if just to get away from him and he calmly locked the door as he followed. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it with his cap on the hook along the wall. He waited and crossed his arms as he watched you expectantly. You hesitated and pulled off your cardigan. He took it and draped it beside his jacket.

You froze and stared at the shoe rack. There were several pairs of women’s shoes in the cubbies and the hooks not only held his own jackets, but at least two meant for a female counterpart. You took a step back and peered around. Your blood turned to ice as you saw yourself smiling back from a photo; a picture printed out from your social media.

“I’m still working on some things,” he said as he followed your gaze and adjusted the frame on the hook, “of course, you can bring some stuff over to make it more homey.”

“What…” the air rushed from your lungs and your head spun.

You backed up and caught yourself on the wall. You were losing your mind. This couldn’t be real. None of it. He was crazy.

“Let me show you around,” he didn’t seem to notice your distress, or he just didn’t care. He grabbed your hand again and pulled you away from the wall.

You let him guide you through the front room, the dining room, the kitchen and back up the hall as he pointed out the half-bath. You didn’t process much of it and as he urged you up the stairs, you tripped and hit your knees on the next step. He helped you up swiftly, his arm around you as he walked you up the rest of the way.

You could hardly support your own weight. He sat you down on a bench along the wall as you struggled to breathe. He knelt before you and framed your face with his hands.

“I was gonna wait,” he said, “but you made me do this. And now neither of us are ready but this how it has to be.”

You reached up and grabbed his hands as you stared back at him in horror. He didn’t even flinch as he kept his hands around your face.

“Get yourself together,” he said darkly, “now.”

He dropped his hands and stood. You watched him and nodded. You gulped and got to your feet, your legs weak but you forced yourself to stand.

“I’m sorry,” you said without thinking. He smiled and your heart dropped. Why were you apologising to him? You weren’t wrong, you were trapped.

“Come on,” he shoved you ahead of him and pointed you past the open bathroom door. You peeked in as you passed and stopped at the next, “go in.”

You entered the room. It was a tidy bedroom with everything in its place. The rug, the chair, the bed, the sheets, the dresser; everything was finely arranged and painted a scene you found in lifestyle magazines. He brushed by you and pointed to the door at the other side of the bed.

“Your closet,” he said.

You went forward and opened the door as he watched. He flicked the switch as you poked your head in to look around at the hangers. There were more clothes in the closet than you ever had. Some of them were even identical to pieces you already owned.

“Before we move on,” he went to the dresser and the subtle whisper of the drawer sliding out pulled your attention back to the room, “you should change.”

He laid out a frilly lavender piece. The fabric was see-through and there was no crotch. There were flowers embroidered where your nipples would be, the fabric ruched along straps. You looked at him and back at the flimsy lingerie.

“I’ll wait outside,” he backed away, “surprise me.”

“I… Steve--”

“Captain or sir,” he corrected as he filled the doorway with his broad figure, his hand on the handle, “you will learn the rules as we go.”

“I can’t--”

“You can,” he insisted, “rule number one: you address me properly. Rule number two, you do what I say. Rule number three,” he held up three fingers, “you break the rules and there will be consequences. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

He stepped into the hall and slammed the door. You flinched and looked back at the purple bodysuit. You shuddered and sniffed as your eyes tingled and your nose tickled. You wanted to break down and cry but your fear kept your tears inside. You undressed and pulled on the dainty lingerie.

He knocked just as you finished and pushed open the door without response. His lips parted as his eyes roved your body and you tried to fold in on yourself. He waved you forward and you reluctantly crossed the room. His fingers danced along the seam along your side and lingered just along your pelvis. You may as well be naked.

He gestured you further down the hall to the door at the very end. He slapped your ass as you walked ahead of him and he groaned. You stopped as you saw the thick latch above the handle and you felt him against your back as he caught up.

“It’s unlocked… for now,” he said.

You opened the door as the lightbulb bloomed to life on a censor but you couldn’t cross the threshold. Your mouth hung open as you looked around at the walls, sketches of you pasted across every inch. In all of them, you were naked and contorted in some lurid position; some alone, some with Steve, others you were strapped own while a few had you touching yourself.

You took a step back and collided with Steve. He urged you inside with his body and the door closed. You peered around as he turned to lock the door but there wasn’t a keyhole but a keypad. You couldn’t see what he pressed as he shielded it with his back and your legs threatened to collapse again.

More than the pictures on the wall, the room was a personal playground. There was a bench in the middle that was fit for those kinkier videos you found on the internet, with straps hooked in rings along the legs.

Aside from that, there were leather cuffs, crops, and other whips lined up neatly over a table, surrounded by a litany of silicon, metal and glass toys. In the corner, there was a boxy machine on wheels with a rod sticking out of it.

You spun around and Steve caught you. You reached over his shoulder for the door as panic flowed through you like electricity.

“Please,” you begged, “please, let me go. You can’t--”

“Sweetheart,” he cooed as he took you off your feet and carried you further into the room, “tonight, we’re just getting you ready…”

“No, no, no,” you ranted as you struggled against him, “no, I can’t--”

He threw you down on your feet and as you wobbled, he caught your throat, “never say no to me,” his eyes flared with anger, “do you understand?”

You swallowed and nodded stiffly above his large hand, “yes..”

“Yes, what?” he sneered.

“Yes, sir,” you forced out, “I… I…”

“Will you be good?” he asked as he lifted a brow.

“I’ll be good, sir,” you echoed.

“Turn around,” he released you harshly and you staggered awkwardly until your back was to him.

He rounded you and grabbed your wrist, he pulled you to the cushioned horse and urged you up onto it with a curt order. As he strapped you in, your panic spiked again and you pulled with a squeal of terror.

“If you continue to struggle, it will only be worse,” he said as he buckled in your ankle, your pelvis prone over the end of the bench, “sweetheart, I have to train you because right now, you’re being bad. I can’t love you if you’re bad.”

“Please,” you eked out, “Steve, this isn’t you. You’re-- you’re Captain America--”

“And you’re mine,” he snarled and grabbed the back of your neck as he stood and pushed your head down against the bench.

He trailed his hand down your back and slapped your ass. The strike stung badly and you whimpered as you braced for another. It never came and you sensed him move away from you. You turned your head to watch him as he went to the table but could not see what he was doing.

He spun back and marched around the back of the horse. You tried to crane your head up to keep an eye on him and he smacked your ass again.

“Eyes forward,” he commanded.

You turned your head straight as you let out a whine and he pushed his hand down your thigh. He prodded your ass with the toy in his other hand and the soft click turned to buzz as the vibrations reverberated through your flesh. He rolled it down and pressed along your folds. You squeaked at the sudden ripple it sent through you.

“Just relax,” he coaxed as he pushed between your folds and cupped the toy against your clit, his hand nestled between the leather and your cunt. Every muscle in your body tensed and you gritted your teeth as your core burned to life, “that’s it, sweetheart,” he kneaded your ass with his other hand, “gotta get you ready for me.”

You muffled a sob and pressed your cheek to the bench. You curled your fingers around the metal legs and braced yourself against the rising pleasure. His touch crawled down your ass as he rolled the toy against your bud and he pushed a finger into you. You moaned as he pulled in and out.

“That’s it,” he purred and added another finger, “sweetheart, you’re so tight. So tight for me.”

Your breath hitched as clicked the toy to a higher setting and his fingers sped up inside you as he bent them to reach that most tender spot. Your voice wisped from you without restraint and your eyes rolled back as the pleasure smothered your fear.

“I don’t think you’re ready,” he said, “too tight…” he fucked you even harder with his hand, “you need more.”

Your cunt clenched around him as you came and your walls twitched against his thick fingers. An ocean of pleasure washed over you as he teased your clit to the point of pain. You cried out at the overstimulation as your orgasm crashed down on you. You barely had time to catch your breath as he brought you to another peak and you whined desperately through your teeth.

He slid his fingers out slowly and spread your juices down your thigh and left the toy beneath you as he freed his hand. He backed away and you heard the sloppy noise of him sucking on his wet fingers. Your eyes fluttered open as he went to the table again and wiped his hand on his jeans.

He came back to you and pushed down the straps of the lingerie. He lifted you the inch allotted by the restraint and pinched your nipples with the metal clamps, letting the chain hang between them as he dropped you back down. You grumbled as the feeling plucked at your core.

He returned to the table then went to the corner. You looked up as he rolled the machine towards you, a dildo screwed onto the rod. You pulled at your cuffs helplessly and he slowed as neared you. He stopped and knelt to caress your head as he gripped the firm toy.

“Not quite as big as me,” he smirked, “but it will help…”

“Please,” your thighs tensed as the toy beneath you kept buzzing, “please, sir, no more.”

“Shhh,” he stood and rolled the machine around you.

You listened to him as he adjusted it and lined it up with your cunt. He pushed it until the tip was at your entrance and you stretched around it as he inched it forward. He stopped until the toy filled you. There was a momentary lull and then a subtle whir added to the vibe of the toy as the dildo moved mechanically in and out of you.

You sucked in air as you were fucked by the toy and Steve fixed the vibe beneath you so that it was flush to your clit. You cried out and he backed away as he looked you over. You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to resist the pressure building inside of you. The steady motion of the toy was enough to push you further and further with each stroke.

When you opened your eyes again, you found Steve leaned against the table, his eyes watching you over a sketch pad as his hand moved a pencil on the other side. You didn’t even have the sense left to be ashamed. You bit your lip and rolled your eyes back as you succumbed to another orgasm. You heard his low hum of satisfaction and quaked atop the bench.

You groaned and opened your eyes again as he neared. He pet your head and held up the pad before you. Lines of graphite etched your image onto the paper and you stared at the sight of your fearful pleasure. He smiled proudly and stood. He puffed his chest and ripped free the page and taped it up with the rest.

“I think that’s the best one,” he said, “it’s a lot easier with the real thing.”

You quivered and panted against the bench. He disappeared behind you and the toy plunged into you even faster and deeper than before. You grunted and lifted your head as you arched your back.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he reached under you again and clicked the button on the toy until it was on the sixth setting, a vibration that built to top speed only to restart at the lowest and build back up, over and over, urging you to climax only to ease off right before it came, “you’ll be ready… soon.”

He retreated and you looked around your shoulder as you heard the pinpad, “where… where are you going… sir?”

“You need time,” he said as he opened the door, “I’ll be back when you’re ready.”

The door closed and you whined. You tried to rip your hands free from the straps and kick your legs but did nothing but add to the whirlwind of pleasure and pain. You were screwed, literally.

💌

You didn’t know how long Steve left you for but it felt like forever. You hardly heard the door as he entered or the deep of the pin pad as he locked it. You only truly knew he was there when the machine stopped. He slowly slid it out of you and rolled it back to the corner. He took the dead toy from beneath your cunt and paced around you.

He wore only his briefs and stopped by the table as he rubbed the front of them. Your vision was hazy and your mind could only think of your core. Even after all that, you wanted more. You need more. You’d been fucked for what could have been hours but hadn’t cum since he abandoned you.

He pulled down his underwear as he faced you completely. He was only half-erect as his fingers toy with a silicon ring. You squinted as he squirted lube onto the ring and rolled it down his length. He grunted as he got to his base and stroked himself as he neared.

He traced an oily finger along your cheek and gripped your jaw, “open, sweetheart.”

He was completely hard by then and pushed his tip to your lips until they parted. He slid inside as he spread his hand over your head and pinned it to the bench as bent his legs. He poked at your throat but didn’t force himself deep, even as you hardly took in half his length. He fucked your mouth carefully as your saliva squelched loudly.

“You ready for me?” he asked as he continued to thrust, “hmmm?” He pulled out of your mouth and you coughed as your spit clung to his tip. He pushed a finger against your tongue and bent over you, “we have lots of time to use that mouth…”

He stood and dragged his hand down your back and came up behind you. He groped your ass and spread your cheeks with a purr. He rested his cock between them and rubbed himself against your ass as he kneaded your hips.

“You ready, sweetheart? You gotta tell me,” he dragged his nails down your thighs and you trembled.

“I’m… ready…” you gasped out, “sir, please…”

You couldn’t think straight, you could see clearly, and you surely couldn’t fight it any longer. You wiggled your ass and let out a pathetic groan.

“Mhmmm,” he gripped his cock and pushed his tip down along your folds. He pressed against your entrance and tapped it cloyingly.

“Please… sir,” you begged, “please, I’m good. I’m being good.”

“Yes, you are,” he praised and pushed into you just a little.

You moaned and slowly he inched deeper. He was bigger than the toy, thick and throbbing as he filled you more than you could handle. You whined and exclaimed as his pelvis came flush to your cunt. Your toes curled and you scratched at the metal.

“Fuck,” he bent over you, his hard torso to your back, “you are so tight…” he whispered in your ear and felt along the clamp over your nipple, “is it too much, sweetheart?”

You nodded and bared your teeth. He pulled back and you exhaled but he thrust just as deep and you shouted in surprise. He did it again as he crushed you against the bench and squeezed the clamp tighter on your nipple. Your voice trickled from you in weak whimpers as your body shook uncontrollably.

His other arm snaked around you and he buried his hand beneath your pelvis. He parted your folds with two fingers and flicked your clit with another. You murmured and rolled your head against the leather as he sped up, his flesh clapping loudly as he hammered into you without restraint.

“Ah, sweetheart, I don’t think I’d last much longer,” he purred in your ear, “fuck I coulda cum in your mouth if I didn’t… prepare.”

He stood up and kept his hand under you as he rutted into you, his free hand against the small of your back as he played with your bud and tilted his hips wildly. His voice mingled with your own but you were so dazed, you could only hear the squelching and slapping of your bodies.

“You’re mine,” he panted between thrusts, “aren’t you? Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m… yours…” you uttered, “sir...CAPTAIN!”

You shouted as he slowed and rolled his hips tauntingly. You raised your head and squeezed the straps of your restraints as you tried to bend your legs. Your body tensed and your back arched against your will. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you came at last.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he groaned as you gushed around him, “fuck, you fit me perfect.”

You dropped your head and he pulled back to grip your hips, fucking you faster and harder. Your entire body ached as he railed into you. The bench quaked under you and you feared both you and the metal would break.

“All mine,” he buried himself entirely and held himself there, “sweetheart.”

He pulled out of you suddenly and you gulped at air as he came around you. He bent to unstrap your wrists and ankles. He lifted you off of the bench and you let him, too weak to stand on your own. He bent his knees and scooped you up, tossing your arms over his shoulder as he held you against him and entered you from below.

He nibbled your lip as he moved you up and down his length and you hugged him loosely. He walked around as if you weighed nothing and turned to lay you down on your back, staying inside you as he stood over the bench. He gripped your sides and rammed his hips against you as he held your ass just above the leather. Your reached up and clung to the bench above you and let your eyes roll back once more.

“Mmmm, don’t pass out on me now, sweetheart,” he grabbed your chin and forced two fingers into your mouth, “I’m not even close to finished with you.”

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #two shot #miniseries #mcu #marvel #captain america #avengers #desperate measures

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little-diable · 4 years

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Script - Chris Evans (smut)

Request by anon: I really like your writing! I’d love a Chris Evans or Steve Rogers story using prompts 10 & 24. Thanks!!!

Enjoy my loves. xxx

10 “I can’t keep on acting like we’re just friends”

24 “Let them hear you scream my name”

“(Y/n),” Chris whined into the phone, he was laying on the sofa in his trailer, eyes focused on his script, cursing the words that somehow didn’t want to stick with him.

“What?” his friends annoyed undertone made him chuckle. “I need your help,” Chris chewed on his pen, he felt desperate, didn't want to embarrass himself on set, didn’t want people to make fun of him, for not knowing his lines.

“Of course you do,” she muttered under her breath. “I’ll be there in twenty,” she hung up the phone.

Her jaw was clenched, hard eyes focused on the road, hands wrapped around the steering wheel, a storm was raging inside her mind, of course Chris would only call her, if he needed help. She hated herself for getting that excited as she read the name of his caller-ID, (y/n) couldn’t even think back to a time, where she hadn’t felt the tingles, the butterflies, every time she’d be near him, every time she’d hear his voice.

“Evans,” she pounded her fist against the door of his trailer, sunglasses kept on hiding her tired eyes, she was holding two cups of coffee in the other hand, impatiently tapping her foot.

“There she is, finally, what took you so long?” he chuckled as she stepped into the trailer, pushing his coffee into his hand, “yeah, you’re welcome.”

(Y/n) plopped down on the sofa, hands automatically grasping the script, she couldn’t let herself admire him in that gorgeous blue shirt, didn’t allow herself to be lured into any smalltalk, couldn’t and wouldn’t stay around him for too long.

“Come on, old man, let’s get this over and done with,” she mumbled, falling back into their normal routine. Ever since they had crossed paths she had been his study partner, she’d run his lines with him, endless nights of cursing the cowriters for coming up with those words.

“Don’t know what I’d do without you,” Chris had his legs sprawled out on her lap, arms crossed behind his back, bright eyes hooked on her frame. “You definitely wouldn’t be an actor, no more,” her heart skipped a few beats at the sound of his laughter.

“Will you watch?” Chris grasped her hand, fumbling around with her fingers, he’d always feel much calmer every time she’d be around the set, watching him do his scenes, teasing him all about his acting.

But (y/n) couldn’t stay, at least not when he’d shoot a love scene, where he’d kiss somebody that wasn’t her, arms slung around the actresses waist, lips moving in synch with hers. Of course (y/n) knew, that it was “just acting”, but that was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach, insides churning as she’d wish for nothing more than to be the one he’d wrap his arms around.

“No, no I won’t,” (y/n) rose from the sofa, pushing his legs off her lap, she walked up to her bag, ready to leave the trailer, to go back home and eat a bunch of comfort foods. “What? Why? You always watch my scenes,” Chris grasped her wrist, he turned her towards him, frowning as his eyes fell upon her distressed expression.

“Scenes where you don’t kiss someone,” (y/n) mumbled before she could stop herself from oversharing her thoughts, both froze on the spot, her eyes slowly wandered up his face, hooked on his bright ones. She cleared her throat and stepped away from Chris.

“Do I look that awful while kissing somebody?” Chris tried to come up with any explanation.

“No, Chris,” (y/n) sighed. “What is it, (y/n)?” He stepped closer, set on finding out what was going on inside his friends head.

“I can’t watch you kiss somebody else, while I wish that the person you kiss would be me,” (y/n) whimpered, her eyebrows were furrowed together. “I can’t keep on acting like we’re just friends,” she shot him one last glance before she turned her back on him and walked out of the trainer, she had to get away, not giving him any chance to respond to her confession.

Tears were blurring her vision, (y/n) placed her forehead against her steering wheel, god, why did she have to tell him? He’ll probably never talk to her ever again, how embarrassing, why why why? (Y/n) deeply exhaled as she left the studio, driving towards her apartment, ready to bury herself between a few blankets, stuffing her face with ice cream, cursing Chris Evans for simply being himself.

(Y/n) had been laying there, back pressed against her sofa, blankets covering her frame, for hours, phone on silent, not noticing the messages he had sent her, the countless times he had tried to call her. A knock ripped her out of her thoughts, slowly (y/n) walked towards her door.

“Chris?” He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, an angry expression graced his features. He strode past her, right into her living room.

“How could you?” His deep voice made her shudder. “I’m sorry,” (y/n) whispered, she felt like a small child, ready to be scolded by her dad for doing something so stupid.

“How could you say all those words and just leave? Without giving me any chance to respond? I fucked up my scene, because I couldn’t stop thinking about you and those perfect lips I want to kiss,” Chris placed his hands on her cheeks, she gawked up at him, no words left her mouth, too confused by his words. “Fuck, (y/n), I’ve been in love with you from the first day I met you,” he whispered, hands wandering down to her middle.

Chris dipped his head down and finally pressed his lips against hers, she responded to his touch right away, arms slung around his neck, blood was rushing in her ears, tingles shot up her spine, overtaking her body. He picked her up, made her wrap her legs around his waist, not breaking their kiss once.

“Bedroom,” she mumbled against his lips.

Chris carried her towards her bed, hovering above her as he placed her down on the mattress. “I love you,” Chris whispered over and over again, glad to finally be able to say those words out loud. “I love you too,” she chuckled, fingers wandering underneath his shirt, tracing his abs, obsessed with the way his skin felt underneath her fingers. He helped her take off the light fabric, her eyes wandered up and down his chest, admiring his skin, hands tracing loose shapes and patterns.

“Doll,” Chris muttered, snapping her out of her trance, he attached his lips to hers once again, hands tugging on her sweatpants, taking them down her legs. “God, (y/n),” his mind was racing, drunk on the way she tasted, the way she felt against his skin, heart skipping a few beats every now and then. He impatiently pulled off her shirt, groaning as his eyes fell on her bare chest, no bra to hide her skin from his hungry eyes.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Chris sucked on her skin, hands cupping her boobs.

A shuddered breath fell from (y/n)s lips, her fingers ran up his back, nails already leaving a few red marks behind, something he’d definitely tease her about later on. Chris kissed his way down her upper body, settling between her thighs, he nuzzled his nose against her clothed core, his name escaped her lips, back arched for him, moaning as he ripped her panties apart, tongue sliding through her folds.

Chris devoured her, worshipped her in every way possible, he rubbed her clit with his thumb, teasing her skin, fingers dipping into her heat, exploring her wetness for the first time ever. He felt his length throb against his trousers, rock hard by now, aching to finally be buried inside of her, like he had dreamt about for ages.

“Chris,” she called out his name, his eyes found hers, telling him everything he needed to know.

“Condom?” He breathed out, eyes looking around her room. “Top drawer,” (y/n) whispered, watching him pull the material over his impressive length. “I love you,” he repeated, kissing her as he ran the tip of his member through her folds, a growl wrecked through him, (y/n) wrapped her legs around his middle, heels digging into the small of his back, getting him to push forwards, sinking into her heat. Their moans got mixed up, high on the feeling of finally being one, no clothes between them, skin on skin.

She tried to bite down on her lip, toning down the volume of her sounds, mind focused on her thin walls, too scared to attract any unwanted attention. Chris tugged on her lip.

“Let them hear you scream my name,” he smirked at her, set on watching her fall apart, while she’d moan his name. Her eyes fluttered close, he felt bigger than she was used to, nothing she had every experience, already obsessed with feeling that stretched and full.

“Jesus fuck, you’re so tight,” Chris nuzzled his head against the crook of her neck, inhaling her heavenly scent, slowly building up the speed of his thrusts. Moans spilled out of her lips, he grazed her sweet spot over and over, pushing her closer to the edge, she could have already cum in that exact moment, his sounds were enough to make the knot in her belly grow tighter.

“I’m not gonna last long,” he panted. “Shit,” (y/n) curled her toes, nails clawing into his shoulders, he felt too good buried that deep inside of her, meeting spots nobody had ever managed to graze.

“So pretty,” Chris eyes wandered down to her hips, watching himself disappear into her heat with every thrust, her sounds engulfed him, urged him on, intensifying the heavenly pleasure. By now he ferociously pounded in and out of her, skin meeting hers, the noise echoed through the room, leaving them breathless as they were pushed over the edge.

(Y/n) moaned his name as her walls clenched around him, fluttering as her orgasm crashed upon her, her eyes were pressed shut. The speed of his thrusts began to falter, Chris growled as he released himself into the tight fabric, hands placed on either side of her head.

“Shit,” he chuckled, slowly pulling out of her, getting rid of the condom, eyes hooked on her the whole time. (Y/n) watched him with those gorgeous (y/e/c) eyes of hers, smiling as he crawled back underneath the covers, tightly wrapping his arms around her.

#chris evans #Chris Evans imagine #Chris Evans smut #Chris Evans x reader #Chris Evans fluff

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nastybuckybarnes · 4 years

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Bad Dream - Ten

Pairing: Dark!Steve X Reader

Summary: A year after wiping your memory and keeping you for himself, Steve Rogers is happy. Happier than he’s ever been. With you and your daughter, life couldn’t be any better. The only problem? You’re starting to remember things.

Warnings: Angst, Language, MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER

Word Count: 2.1K

A/n: Boom boom hit ‘em with a plot twist. Ahaha

!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!!

MADNESS MASTERLIST ~ BAD DREAM MASTERLIST

~*~

He’s kept his word.

It’s been eight days and he’s kept his word. He hasn’t hurt you or raised his voice at you. He’s been kind, sweet. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he actually cares about you.

Do you know any better? There are times where you find yourself staring at him, a smile on your face while he plays with Sarah, before you remember exactly who he is and what he’s done to you.

But the scary part is, that those moments are happening more and more frequently.

~*~

“You hungry, darling?” Your stomach flips and you try to convince yourself it’s morning sickness, not the nickname he’s been calling you.

“Not really,” you reply automatically, voice soft and timid. Steve sighs and gently rests his hand on your knee, setting a plate of food down on the bedside table while looking into your eyes with something that resembles desperation.

“Sweetheart, you’ve gotta eat, regain your strength. Doctor’s orders.” You watch as he picks the plate back up and sets it on the bed in front of you. There’s an omelette, a bunch of fruits, some toast, and a small yogurt cup. It looks delicious, but the thought of eating anything makes you wanna puke. And the thought of your mouth watering for something he’s providing you makes it that much worse.

Oblivious to your internal battle, he sets a fork down on the plate with a soft smile. “I’ve got all the food groups in here. I read somewhere that if your plate isn’t colourful then it isn’t healthy but I don’t know how true it is.” He looks up at you, those baby blues so entrancing that you find yourself momentarily forgetting everything he’s done to you and instead, allow yourself to enjoy the breakfast in bed.

You stare at him for a moment before caving with a sigh, popping a strawberry into your mouth and trying desperately to figure out his intentions.

He sees the questions burning behind your eyes and sets down the glass of water he was sipping.

“What is it?” He asks, blue eyes fixed on your face.

You find yourself torn between asking your questions and staying silent, the former a test of his boundaries and the latter a form of protecting yourself from any potential harm that may arise from unwanted questions.

“You can ask me. I won’t get mad, I swear. At least, not at you,” he adds the last part carefully and you take note of that before asking your questions.

“You said you picked me because you saw potential in me. For a family, a life,” you begin carefully, not wanting to push his buttons. He simply waits for you to continue, eyes still soft and curious.

“Why did you get so angry at me? Why were you so rough?” He exhales deeply and closes his eyes, knowing that this conversation was bound to happen if he truly wanted to make things better with you.

“I... I’m angry. I’m so fucking angry all the time and I took it out on you. I used you as an outlet in the worst possible way. I realize what I did was wrong but... I did it anyway. I guess because you’d been... programmed,” he hesitates on the word, gauging your reaction before continuing, “to obey me. To take every hit I sent your way and stay by my side through it all. I knew that I could do what I wanted and I’d get away with it.” You find yourself shocked by the humanity in his answer, the admission of guilt, of being wrong.

“Before you found out you were pregnant with Sarah, you and I were good together. We were perfect. I didn’t even need to... influence you. You were just so perfect for me. I want us to be like that again,” he murmurs.

“How are we supposed to get like that?” You ask quietly, not entirely hating the idea of being happy with a man who treats you right. He sighs heavily and rubs his eyes, suddenly looking exhausted and weary.

“I don’t know. But I know that I’m not going to hurt you. You’re carrying my baby, and I won’t hurt you. Even if you weren’t pregnant, I wouldn’t hurt you again.” His words hang heavy in the air as the two of you absorb them, him with his face in his hands and you with a strawberry stem in yours.

You’re quiet for a long time, thinking about everything he’s told you, everything you remember that you wish you could forget. An idea suddenly hits you full force, and your heart jumps in your chest at what it would mean.

“Could you... make me forget it? All the bad stuff? I... I’ll never be able to live a normal life while I have these memories. Can you get rid of them? Then we’ll live a normal life.” His eyes flash up to yours, hope igniting a flame in them as he nods slowly.

“If you’re sure that’s what you want,” he whispers, wanting more than anything for you to forget and be his obedient little wife again.

“I’m sure,” you say quickly, almost too quickly. Almost.

“I’ll talk to Bucky about it. He’s the one with the book. But I don’t wanna do it until you’ve had time to properly think it over and really consider what you’re asking. I know that... you know you’re it for me. And I’m going to have you no matter what, but making our relationship work is a priority for me, especially now that we’ve got another baby on the way. But you’re mine, and you’ll always be mine. But if that’s what you really want, I’ll do it for you.”

You let out a shuddering breath as he stands up and heads to the door, Sarah’s cries grabbing his attention. With him gone, you take a few deep breaths, trying to come to terms with what you’ve requested of him.

~*~

“Are you sure that you want to forget?” Natasha asks, sitting across from you on the bed. You nod, eyes cast downwards. “I’m forced to stay with him anyway, I might as well be happy while doing it. I just... I want to know what it is, how it affects my brain. I don’t want to be forced into it, I want to learn about it.” She nods, unsure of how she feels about your request.

“Bucky has a book about it, it’s the one they used to control him. He’s had the words wiped from his mind but it explains how it works. I’m sure the two of them would understand if you read it, especially because of how... obedient you’re being.” She eyes you up and down for a moment before sighing.

“I wish it wasn’t like this for you,” she whispers, eyes on the baby in your arms. “Me too,” you agree. “But I know that there’s nothing I can do about it. This is my life, and nothing can change that. So I’d better make the best of it. If this is what leaves everyone feeling at least slightly happy, then I’ll do it.”

Her heart aches at the confession but she understands.

You lean down and plant a gentle kiss to Sarah’s head, smiling when she giggles.

“Steve loves her,” Nat says softly. You nod, looking at the beautiful baby in your arms. “I know. And she loves him. It’ll work. Maybe not in my favour, but it’ll work.” Unable to bear the way that you’re sacrificing your individuality, Natasha gets up and seeks out her friend, wanting to do whatever she can to make you happy. “Steve!” She calls. The blond looks up from his phone, eyebrows raised.

“I want the book. I want to teach her what’s happening to her.” He nods, setting his phone down on the couch beside himself.

“Bucky’s getting it. He should be back within an hour. I want her to be happy before we wipe her again. Buck says it makes it last longer when she’s compliant.” Nat feels sick to her stomach.

“Steve you can’t-” But Steve’s on his feet and rushing past her to the master bedroom, hearing your distressed cries before they reach Natasha’s ears.

He finds you struggling to get out of the bed, Sarah held in one arm.

“Bathroom,” you whisper weakly, one hand held tightly to your mouth. Natasha comes in and takes Sarah from your arms while Steve scoops you up in his and brings you to the bathroom, placing you in front of the toilet and holding your hair back while you gag.

When you finally stop heaving you fall back against steve's chest, bringing your hand up to wipe your face.

Steve's sharp inhale gets your attention and you open your eyes, horror filling you as you see the blood in the toilet and on the back of your hand.

You slowly turn to look up at him, fear in your eyes, and his own face mirrors your expression.

A sharp pain in your stomach makes you cry out, eyes shutting again as agony fills your lower abdomen.

"What's happening in there?!" Natasha demands, peaking her head in through the doorway. Her eyes land on you, hand against your stomach and face screwed up in pain, and she instantly knows what's happening.

"It's okay, darling. You're gonna be okay," Steve says softly, rubbing your back and trying to comfort you.

You squirm on the ground as pain overwhelms you, crying out again and reaching for the closest thing, which happens to be Steve's hand. You squeeze hard, sobbing as the pain sends bolts of fire up your spine and down through your pelvis.

"The doctor's on his way," Nat says, although she knows nothing can be done.

When you open your eyes everything is spinning, the world a blur, and you can hardly hear anything over the ringing in your ears.

"What do I do, Nat?" You don't hear her reply, too busy fighting the darkness that threatens to overtake you. Eventually, fighting becomes too hard, and you fall into the peaceful nothingness that takes the pain away.

~*~

"This is why you can't keep her the way you have been, Steve," Natasha scolds for the millionth time, standing by her friend who sits at the foot of the bed, redrimmed eyes trained on your unconscious face.

"I know," he whispers, trying to get the image of you on the ground, bleeding, out of his mind.

"And neither one of you knew she was pregnant?" She asks. He sighs and nods. "We didn't know how far along. I think both of us assumed she was only a month or two." You had been just over four months.

You scrunch your nose up in discomfort and slowly open your eyes, confused and slightly dazed.

"Hi sweetheart," Steve whispers, moving up on the bed to sit next to you so you can see him.

"What happened?" You ask, voice scratchy and hoarse.

"The doctor couldn't pinpoint one cause... but we... we lost the baby." You furrow your brows and shake your head, wincing slightly at the throb it causes.

"N-no." He nods, tears falling down his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry." You look at Natasha desperately, hoping he's lying, but when she shakes her head solemnly you know it's true.

A strangled gasp leaves you and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"No," you repeat, softer this time.

"I'm sorry," Steve whispers again, holding your hand close to his face.

You tear your hand away from him and bring it to your stomach, fat tears rolling down your face as you realize how empty you feel.

"No!" You cry, curling in on yourself despite the pain. "No!" You hate him. You hate him with every fibre of your being. And you hate yourself for thinking that even for one moment you could be happy with him. He's taken one of the few shreds of light in your life and destroyed it.

Steve and Natasha leave you alone after a while, Steve to get Sarah and Nat to find Bucky.

The isolation gives you time to calm down and to think, and you quickly find yourself hatching a plan.

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hiddlestonsbabygirl · 4 years

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Care For Me (Steve Rogers au) SugarDaddy!Steve

•prologue•

An alternative universe where Steve isn’t an Avenger, but rather a CEO of one of the biggest companies in the US. His best friend and business partner Bucky secretly made him an account in an online dating site for sugar daddies and sugar babies, setting Steve up on a date with the only suitable sugar baby he thought was best for his best friend among the million others in his inbox.

It’s you. You’re the sugar baby.

Or,

Where reader is a med student who is badly in need of financial support and resorted to desperate measures by signing up to an online dating site with a little help from reader’s best friend, Nat.

•••

You ran up the staircase, not bothering to apologize as you bumped into strangers along the way. Your heart hammered against your chest as sweat outlined your forehead, thoughts running through your mind as you wondered what could have happened to your apartment. You just got a call from your good neighbor Mrs. Sally that the landlord stormed into your hallway followed by two men in white muttering angry words as he unlocked your door with his duplicate key. You knew instantly why he was there. You were getting kicked out of your own apartment since you weren’t able to pay for your rent in six months. The landlord had warned you beforehand to pay sooner, but it was getting harder and harder each day. You were already broke, all your savings spent on your medical school. You didn’t want to stop your studies—you were already on your third year and ever since you graduated college your goal was straight; finish med school, pass the licensure exams and become a doctor. You couldn’t even last a week on your countless part-time jobs because of your coming in late due to knee-deep work you have to face every single day in school.

Your financial status was making it hard for you to finish your goal. Very hard.

You reached your floor, and, as expected, all your things were outside your door in boxes. Your heart sank as you stared at the mess, your clothes and books thrown aggressively into the containers as if they meant nothing but pieces of trash.

You rushed inside and your landlord was standing by your small kitchen, barking orders at his two men, without even noticing that you entered.

“Please, sir,” you cried as you neared him. “Please give me one more chance. I’ll pay by the end of the month, I promise!”

He scowled at you. “I’ve given you too many chances, (Y/N). You’re too much.”

He turned his back at you and proceeded to march into your bedroom, calling out one of his men to follow him inside.

“No!” You yelled angrily this time. You couldn’t believe him. You may haven’t paid your debt owed to this man but that didn’t give him the right to intrude into your privacy.

You ran past them and stood in front of them before they could get any closer to the door, your cheeks flushed and eyes filled with angry tears.

“You can’t just walk into someone’s bedroom and take everything away!” You cried. “I can pack up myself! I don’t need your filthy hands on my belongings!”

Your landlord looked furious. “Then throw your damn things out of my apartment in the next hour or I’ll fucking rip this room apart by myself!”

You flinched at the loudness and anger of his voice before he turned around and left without another word, his men following close behind. Once you heard the main door slam shut you bawled your eyes out, sinking to the floor as you struggled to think of places where you could find refuge without having to pay. All you had in your wallet was a 20-dollar bill, and you didn’t have any extra cash in your bank account. You considered searching for very cheap rooms in the vicinity without having to ride because riding meant paying. But you couldn’t walk on the streets while struggling to hold boxes of your things. They were even too many for only two small hands.

You sobbed. At this point you felt so hopeless already. You almost convinced yourself that you were going to throw your unnecessary things away and sleep on the streets, while asking for spare change. You’d have to give up your med school since you couldn’t shoulder all the expenses anymore and just look for a job where it pays just enough for food and shelter. You didn’t have a family anymore to back you up. Your addictive mother left you for a stranger, and your father’s been gone even before you were born. You didn’t have any siblings, nor uncles or aunts or extended family members where you could go to for help. You had no one. It was only you.

You wiped away your tears, swallowing your pride as you took out your old, worn-out phone from your pocket and dialed your best friend’s number.

Natasha.

She’s been your best friend since high school, and you both shared the same passion in life. You both wanted to become a doctor. You both have so much in common, and you both agree to almost everything. You’ve been there for each other through the ups and downs, and Natasha has helped you through your own struggles financially. But asking for this big favor from her was just too much for you. You didn’t want to add a burden to your best friend—med school is already hard enough as it is.

But you were already desperate. You didn’t have any more options. This was the only one.

“Hello?”

You felt a sudden wave of relief hearing a voice so soothing in the midst of the chaos. “Nat, hi.”

“(Y/N), have you been crying? What happened??”

You hiccuped. “I-I’m fine, Nat. C-Could you come over? I k-kind of need your help.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

As promised, a knock came from your door and you stood up to open it, revealing a worried Natasha standing over your disarrayed valuables.

You couldn’t help yourself. Fresh tears welled up in your eyes as she pulled you in for a tight hug and you sobbed into her shoulder.

“We’ll pack up your things and go to my house. You’re staying there for as long as you like. My home is always open for you, (Y/N). And you know that.”

...

“So? How did it go with Katherine?” Bucky spoke up as he stabbed his medium-rare meat with his fork, clearly playing with his food rather than eating it. It was lunch break and Bucky and Steve were in their usual go-to for lunch, Redbird.

“Despite the fact that we called it a night early? It was okay.” Steve replied with a scoff, bringing a spoonful of rice to his mouth and watched as Bucky gave his best friend a deadpanned look.

“And you were the one who ended things early, not her, right?”

Steve nodded. He was slowly getting tired of Bucky setting him up with several women, whom he doesn’t even take interest in. He always has the need to pair Steve with someone because “you always look so bleak and somber,” as Bucky would put it.

“Buck, I really appreciate you doing these stuff for me, being my wingman and all, but I really don’t feel like dating right now.”

“Oh, yeah?” He retorted. “Then why do you always look so depressed? You can’t fucking tell me your wealth and fame is making you distressed. That’s some absurd bullshit right there.”

“Language.” Steve glared at him. He always hated when people cussed. For him it was indecent and dirty.

Except, of course, cussing in bed. He can only tolerate profanity under the sheets. But not often, though. That would be too much to listen to.

“Seriously??”

“And yes, James. Wealth and fame does not automatically make you happy and unproblematic. Do you know how many rich and famous people died because they took their own life? Because they hide their problems. The only image the public sees is the happy and successful façade they show.”

Silence. Steve was almost convinced he had won over their little argument.

“That shit deep, man.” Bucky only chuckled to which his best friend exhaled an exasperated sigh. Steve couldn’t even bother to point out that Bucky said a bad language word again.

“But you’ve got friends. Your family loves and supports you, you make time for sports and leisure...what could possibly make you so sad??”

Steve breathed out. “I told you, I’m not depressed, I’m not sad. I just don’t feel like dating as of the moment.”

“Will you feel like dating again tomorrow?”

“Haha, very funny.”

Bucky only stared at his best friend as he took a sip of his drink, studying him with confusion and amusement. Very formal man, always has a steely look on his face, very dominant demeanor, couldn’t even stand hearing curse words! What could his best friend possibly like in a woman?? Were his calculations wrong? Did he expect differently? Was he looking at it in a wrong angle?

Is Steve gay??

“Barnes, quit staring at me like that. You’re making me uncomfortable.” Steve brought him back to his senses.

And then it hit him.

“Hey, Steve, I think I need to go.” Bucky announced as he stood up and gathered his phone and wallet lying around on the table.

“Oh? Why the sudden hurry?” The blond-haired man asked as his eyes watched his best friend suddenly look distracted.

“It’s nothing. I just forgot to feed my pet dragon.” He then proceeded to pace towards the exit, leaving Steve confused and asked himself how he was acquainted with a weird and funny man like James Buchanan Barnes.

Little did Steve know that his best friend was up to a very stupid but brilliant idea. He knew he was going to get in trouble if Steve found out about it, but it was worth a shot. And his plan involved an online dating site and younger girls.

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A/N: New series! Yay!!! Tags are also open, just hit me up! Next part coming soon ❤️

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sylvie-writes · 4 years

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Concept: taking baby Sarah back home and giving a bath, new clothes,cuddle I just need some fluff and maybe Sarah moments with some of the avengers 🥺🤲

a/n: ahhhhhh this is adorable! I turned it into a one shot! sorry for any mistakes, I typed this on mobile and we all know how that goes...

word count: 2160

Home From the Hospital

After spending some time in the maternity ward with your teammates and family rushing in and out to meet Sarah, you were finally discharged from the hospital. When you first got the news, Steve rushed home trying to find the baby carrier, and luckily after some trial and error, he eventually adjusted the thing for use.

Wheeled out from the hospital, you joined Sarah in the back, not wanting to take your eyes off of her. Apparently Steve felt the same as he would not stop looking in the rear view mirror, making you a bit nervous as he wasn’t the best driver to begin with.

Praise the heavens, when you had finally made it home. Full of relief, you were half tempted to kiss the ground in gratitude. Let’s just say that Steve had upset some drivers with his constant swerving.

“Steven, put your damn eyes on the road,” you growled.

He just smiled at you in the rear view mirror, “It’s fine, doll, no one—HONK !”

You looked out the window to see an angry driver speed past, flipping Steve off, before cutting in front of the car. Steve sheepishly smiled at you in the mirror, soon returning his line of sight to the road as you glared at him with a knowing look.

The car shut off and little Sarah was back asleep, completely oblivious to any sound that should have woken her. Steve got out first, helping you from the backseat, while the other hand held Sarah in the carrier. His forearm rested on your lower back, hand on your hip, as the two of you took slow steps to the apartment elevator. Finally the day had come, the one you had dreamt of for nine months.

Sarah was finally home.

With a content sigh, you dropped your overnight bag at the front door, going to plop on the couch, tired from today’s events. Steve walked over to you, Sarah out of the carrier and now in his arms. He slowly bent down to kiss your forehead.

“Honey, why don’t you go take a nice shower, and get in bed? I’ll show Sarah around, and then we will come join you.”

You gave him a tired smile and got up to mosey on down to the bathroom, soon encasing yourself in a roomful of relaxing steam.

With you out of the room, Steve began his tour, the little baby, smiling at her dad’s enthusiasm.

“Let’s begin the kitchen, sweetheart. This is mommy’s favorite place, but she thinks I don’t know. Trust me kiddo, from what momma’s said, you have quite the appetite.”

Steve walked around the room, lifting his arm up for Sarah to “see.” She started to make grabby hands and Steve bent down to kiss her nose, chuckling as she tried to grab his own.

He took her through a few more rooms, the last stop being her nursery.

“And this here is your room! But for now, you’re gonna stay with mommy and daddy. Is that okay?”

Sarah started to fuss in his arms and he took that as a yes. Unbeknownst to Steve, you were standing in the doorway, freshly showered and lovingly watching the interaction between your husband and your daughter. Just as he was about to exit, he caught sight of you, a warm smile on his face. He walked over to you, quickly pecking your lips before walking to the bedroom.

“Did she enjoy it?”

Steve nodded as he attempted to pull down the bed with one hand. You noticed his struggling and rounded the bed to help him.

“She did, really enjoyed the kitchen.”

The man beside you playfully nudged your hip with his own, and you immediately bumped him back, the two of you in laughter.

Bed pulled down, you took Sarah from Steve’s arms so he could shower after having spent all day in the hospital with you. He soon returned and joined you both under the covers. A few minutes passed and the silence became deafening as you rested your head on Steve’s shoulder. Idea in mind, Steve quietly asked you to lift your head, not wanting to wake the finally sleeping baby.

“What are you doing, Grant?”

Quirked eyebrows, you intensely watched his actions, not sure of what he was doing. You could only hope it would be something interesting as you were growing bored by the minute. Of course the one time you wanted to sleep, your body said otherwise. Suddenly a low rumble of trumpets filled the room and you smiled, placing your head back on Steve’s shoulder as he had returned to his spot. You and Steve closed your eyes for a few moments, savoring the words of the song when suddenly you felt something hit your stomach and shake in your arms. Jostling Steve awake, you both looked down to see Sarah squirming around, but happily, as she cooed upon hearing the music.

Steve looked at you with a grin, extending his arms to hold Sarah. Gladly, you handed her over as Steve brought her to his chest. To give her grabbing hands some satisfaction, you held out a finger to which she held tightly. You giggled as Steve started to softly sing along, making you look up at the man with a bright smile. His line of sight moved from Sarah and to you, as you leaned in to kiss his jawline, his words not ceasing. Enjoying the moment, you sang along with the man as the little baby adored the attention, her two parents looking down lovingly at her.

“Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you.”

Finishing up the song that played on the vinyl, Sarah drifted back to sleep as you and Steve did the same, cuddling with the little baby as you wanted to spend all of your time with her.

From then on Sarah refused to listen to any other type of music. She’d fallen in love with her father’s vinyls and you couldn’t help but giggle at her choice in music.

About a week later you received a call from Wanda, desperately pleading with you and Steve to bring Sarah to the compound. Since her birth, you hadn’t seen any of them, so it was then decided that you would go.

The day arrived to visit your teammates and you all were ecstatic, all but Sarah, who was a bit grumpy. Her sour mood was put on by her father who had dressed herself in the clothes you’d both bought a few days before. She was in a white polka dot shirt and a coral cat skirtall. On her precious little feet were pink fuzzy socks to match. Since her birth, Sarah had not been this dressed up and clearly she did not prefer it that way.

As you changed into your own clothes, Steve came in, a crying Sarah in his arms. He had a distressed look on his pretty face. You felt bad for the two of them, and hurriedly scurried over to take Sarah in your arms. Immediately she stopped crying and Steve looked so upset. Gently, you kissed his cheek, careful of the baby in your arms.

Picking her up, you blew raspberries on her chubby cheeks, making her spittle in excitement. “Oh did Daddy annoy you, baby? It’s okay, he can do that sometimes.”

You snickered, reassuringly patting Steve on the chest, the expression of a beaten puppy on his face.

Upon arrival at the compound, Sarah had finally learned to accept her clothing and finally made amends with her father.

“Eeeeek!”

You heard Wanda’s squeal the minute you stepped foot from the car, and soon she was running over to hug you tightly.

“So where’s the bundle of joy?!”

Laughter fell from Steve’s lips as he was on the other side of the car getting Sarah out, you and Wanda being on the passenger side.

“I take it the rest of the team is inside?” You asked Wanda who nodded, starting to lead the way to the door as Steve had finally joined you both in front of the car.

The whole walk Wanda bent over, talking to Sarah in the carrier, who enjoyed the affection directed her way. That child thirsted for attention.

You and Steve appreciated Wanda’s enthusiasm and looked at each, stifling laughter, as the woman walking between you both was engaged in a “conversation” with the baby.

“Keep the baby all to yourself why don’t you!”

You heard Sam and looked up, seeing him and Nat walking over. Steve handed Sarah to Wanda after taking her out of the carrier, the young woman then rushing over to the team who circled around her. They were fascinated with the baby, forgetting both yours and Steve’s presence.

“Well hello to you guys too!”

The team popped their heads up in your direction and you walked over, chuckling to yourself at their guilt ridden expressions.

“I’m just kidding, you guys.”

They immediately looked relieved and went back to the baby. Laughing defeatedly, you turned to the man wrapped around your waist.

“That kid’s lucky she’s cute.”

Your husband chuckled and kissed your head, ready to speak when Tony did before him.

“How could you make something so cute, Rogers? I get it with (y/n), but not you.”

Steve just jokingly rolled his eyes at the man and the two of you walked over to join their little fascination circle. For a good hour or so, your teammates fussed over Sarah, who then grew hungry. She displayed her irritation by pulling on Thor’s hair, making you gasp with embarrassment as Steve tried to pry her strong grip from the man’s dirty blonde locks. Extraction successful, Sam scooped up the girl and brought her to the kitchen as you trailed behind with a jar of baby food.

No high chair in sight, Steve just held the baby on his hip, acting as the chair while Sam and Tony started to spoon feed the girl. First, Sam dug a bit of the food from the jar as you stood on the sidelines, watching intently.

“Open up, sugar!”

Sarah did as told, but immediately rejected the food, spewing it all over Sam. You and Steve stifled yet another laugh as Tony just laughed his ass off.

“Here lemme try.” Confidently, the man stepped up beside Sam, as he had previously scooted over from Sarah’s line of fire.

Handing the spoon to Tony, Sam stepped back, “By all means, Stark.”

Tony spooned some baby food from the jar, making you and Steve grimace, knowing your little girl’s next reaction.

She wasn’t too fond of strangers feeding her, as experimented with your parents not too long ago.

Maybe you should have said something, but it was so much fun to watch them try…

Just as predicted, Sarah once again threw the food up onto Tony, starting to cry and planting her face on her father’s chest. You apologized to both men who told you that it was okay, yet you still felt bad for them.

Unfortunately, as Sarah had thrown up on the men, she threw up on herself as well. Tony graciously offered you and Steve one of the many bathrooms in the compound, allowing for you both to clean up Sarah. With Sam and Tony cleaning themselves up, you and Steve wandered off to the bathroom, leaving the rest of the team to find entertainment amongst themselves.

Luckily, when you packed Sarah’s bag this morning, you contemplated on adding another outfit for her, something you normally wouldn’t add. Thank goodness for the motherly intuition.

The large porcelain sink was now slightly filled with warm bubbly water, a soapy Sarah sitting in the middle as you leaned on the counter, arms in the tub, attempting to clean the baby. Steve couldn’t help but smile and sneak a picture of you two.

Sarah was more than patient with you and even tried to put her soapy hands in your hair, making you laugh at her antics. Just like her father, you thought.

Wrapped in a fluffy towel, sitting in the now empty sink, Sarah giddily wriggled around and you scooped her up, spinning in a circle to entertain the babe.

Steve captured you both in his arms and smiled down on you. He kissed your head and then Sarah’s towels covered one. In a jocular manner, you “whispered” to the baby, who looked up at you, pudgy hands holding your face.

“Remember what I said about daddy being annoying earlier? Well I take that back.”

Turning in his grasp, you leaned into Steve’s broad chest. In return to your words, the man gently squeezed his arms around your waist.

Eyes closed, you swayed with Steve, rocking Sarah in your arms. When you had your family together, time slowed and it was blissful. Months ago, you couldn’t wait to be a mother. Now, that time had finally come and you couldn’t be more grateful for these moments, whether they be big or small.

a/n: lol i'm sorry for that sorry scene i called an ending 🗑

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 4 years

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An Ephemeral Eternity in Seven Parts - Steve Rogers x Reader.

I cannot even begin to apologize for my absence but life happens when you least expect it to. I don’t know if this piece of writing is that good but it has been itching my head so... here it goes. I can’t promise to be more active but I can promise that I will never really leave this community because some stories are worth to be told. Warnings: Gifs as always are not mine. My English should also be a warning. Sorry people. That’s about it. MASTERLIST Word Count ~ 3k.

PART I

It had always been pretty simple. One, two, kill, calm down, repeat. She had learnt that fighting back only meant more pain and she couldn't take any more. They had been using her as a weapon, she knew it. They had been treating her like a soulless machine - that was what they wanted to see, that was exactly what she let them believe. Despite her twenty two years, she had been their most valuable asset - the world's best assassin with a hint of seductiveness in her full lips, a lethal combination for a spy. All it took was a mission gone wrong and she ended up in one of Strucker's cells being experimented on. HYDRA had wiped her memory more than once to ensure she had no idea of her past. Instead of knowing her real name, she was led to believe that she had none. Instead of remembering that she had been taken away from her mother when she was five, she just knew she had no mother - which, for the record, was true, since they had erased everything when they killed her. Instead of seeing a friend in James face, she once had seen a mission. They had messed up with her mind and that was something she could never forgive. All the pain had come rushing back when she looked into his eyes. They had sent her to trigger the Winter Soldier but once she saw him, she remembered all the times she had done the same before. They had used her because he trusted her the most, even after all the wipes of both of their memories. Ending up where she ended up was to be expected. And she had made her choice. She had helped him escape. She didn't know what day it was, time was meaningless because she simply waited for the next experiment, the next day, the last one even. But that wasn't what the Fates had planned for her. With a loud thud, one of the walls came crushing down, barely missing her body. She would have jumped away if it wasn't for the pair of handcuffs keeping her trapped and still. "You said two" someone was yelling to... no one. Out of the blue, he appeared next to her as she tried to remain silent. She knew him, of course she did. Everyone did. His eyes fell upon the handcuffs but with one swift move he cut them off using his shield. He scanned her and while he saw all the signs of an assassin, he also saw the bruises and the blood, the fear in her eyes. She would have thought that this was a trap but he wasn't her. He was better. "We got one more. Enhanced?" he asked her all of the sudden and for the first time she actually looked at his eyes. She had been in a haze for way too long to be able to answer what she didn't know. "I don't know" she echoed indeed like a soulless machine. Maybe they had been successful with her. Maybe she had become that weapon. He saw her distress and felt deeply sorry for whatever she had been through. "Fire up the Jet, people" he said to whatever gear connected him to his team. Without any warnings, he picked her up and carried her out until she passed out in his arms, feeling a bit safer- maybe for the first time.

She felt the exhaustion claiming her essence but she refused to give in this time. Feeling the burning sensation in her arm, the cold surface she was laying on top and hearing soft whispers she abruptly opened her eyes. She expected a white room that would resemble a hospital but she was surprised when she realized she was in big room with the heavy dark curtains closed and just enough light to see but not to blind her. Her first instinct was to run but she forced herself to remain calm and give away nothing. Six pair of eyes were looking at her with many questions as she understood. She was in no place to argue with what they wanted. "I have the results, sir" an otherworldly voice startled her. It did not belong to any of them, she noticed. She slowly realized that those six people were the infamous Avengers. As she got up, she ripped off the tubes and needles of her arm without even flinching, which scared them. "So, who is the nutcase, Jarvis?" Tony asked. If she didn't know any better she would have disagreed like Steve tried to. She remained silent, eager to know who she really was. "Your biological daughter, sir". It had always been more difficult when the silence was absolute - it was ringing, echoing in her mind. The air stood still and her breath had been caught in the back of her throat. It fell heavy upon her shoulders, like the night's wings upon the world. She had been robbed of her memories. She thought it would hurt less, exactly because she didn't know but she was wrong. She had been many things in her life but it had never been for long, always playing roles. She had chose to mutilate her emotions to survive and all those years were coming back to haunt her. Perhaps the saddest part of all, was how she had denied herself the feeling of carelessly falling into love, because she always felt, deep within her heart, that no one would never come to love her for what she was. "Her mother?" Tony suddenly asked his A.I. with a hint of acceptance in his voice. "All I could find was a name, sir. Althea" Jarvis informed the room and her eyes opened wide. Fractured pictures were flooding her head, making her dizzy and unable to stand. A strong arm stabilized her, supporting her by her waist. In all honesty, she expected Steve - or she hoped, she wasn't sure - just to be surprised when Tony helped her sit down. "A one-night-stand mistake huh?" she weakly joked causing a small smile to appear on Tony's face. What she hadn't notice was his blue eyes watching her carefully, trying to figure out what kind of trouble she would cause him. The greatest one of all, he thought. After many, many talks with Tony, they had both realized that they were indeed related. She still couldn't remember many things but he tried his best to help her. Maybe they weren't in the father-daughter relationship yet, but they were good. He had even renovated an entire wing for her to feel more comfortable and peaceful. A capacious bedroom, that was painted in a soft lilac color which she found soothing with a double bed covered with a silver duvet and her wooden, a big desk that was placed right beneath a window, with a cutting-edge technology computer resting on top of it. The wall she loved the most was the one her eyes fell upon when she laid on the bed. It was entirely made of glass and she could see the night sky and the city lights that spread like lava. He had always been extra, but this time he went full on; she was his daughter after all. Bruce had been helping her with her memory and vitals while still trying to unlock her powers that came with all the exposure she had to something beyond his understanding, Natasha and Clint had tried to train her but they ended up trying to keep up with her, Thor was flirting with her in an innocent way and Steve... well, he was difficult to decode. Sometime he would train with her, sometimes he would talk to her and other he would ignore her completely. She didn't judge him. They all had fallen into a routine that worked. She had even met Pepper who had assured her many times that she wasn't an obstacle between her and Tony. When things seemingly settled down for a while, Tony decide that a get-together party would be beneficial for all. Besides never having her own room, she had never been to a party before, something that didn't come as a surprise to the Avengers. However, the fact that she had studied and even gotten a PhD did shock them but it had an easy explanation. The more a spy knew, the better. After a long day in the gym, she finally entered her room, noticing the dress bag that sat on her bed but made a bee-line to the bathroom which had a bathtub that sunk lower than the floor level, creating the ever so relaxing illusion of a small hammam. The three out of the four walls were painted in a pastel gray color and the fourth was made out of wood, recreating a more natural environment along with many indoors plants. Taking her time, she filled the bathtub with water and even threw in a bath bomb. Being a Stark had started growing on her and she liked that. Maybe it wasn't all about materialism but it was nice to know that for once in her life food, water and warmth were a given. She had never been able to enjoy bath time before. James's face haunted her, a quiet but strong voice urging her to remember. Until she did and for a solid minute she didn't move. She knew she had to talk to Steve. Later.

Trusting Pepper and Natasha, she swallowed her awkwardness and walked down the stairs in a floor-length, black dress with a daring slit revealing her right leg up to her thigh, a dangerously low cut back and a very tempting v-line. Her hair was up in a bun and she wore the necklace Tony had picked up for a her. Nothing was entirely new - she had been an enchantress before. This time, however, was different. She wasn't a spy, she was a friend and a daughter. Her eyes immediately fell upon Steve, who was breathtaking. An itchy bitchy crush? Yeah, that was exactly what it was... He gave her a smile but his eyes roamed her figure. Sure, he knew she was beautiful since he found her in that cell.. what he saw now, that wasn't just beauty. "Hey Nat. Make me something strong?" she pleaded her friend making the red-haired woman laugh while complying to her wish. She was oblivious to Steve's look - he couldn't take his eyes off of her, something that didn't go unnoticed by Thor. "If you don't go to her, I will" he simply commented, causing Steve to blush. He tried to brush it off but the Asgardian God was serious. He went to talk to her. Was that feeling jealousy Steve wondered. "Lady Y/N. You look magnificent as always" he flirted with her. She was not used to it but before she could answer, Steve was cockblocking them, making Natasha snort. "You look nice" he said stuttered. Smooth, he thought and mentally slapped himself. "You look... alive, for a man your age" she informed him, casually sipping her drink. That earned her a loud applause from Tony and a remark for everyone to hear. "Yup. Right there, she is my kid. Runs in the family" said with a smirk. "Thanks" she whispered and made her way out to the balcony. Not a moment later, Steve joined her in a perfectly serene scene. At least, it was quiet. She lighted a cigarette, a new found habit that he condemned. He was taking notice of how exactly she smoked, the long drags, the rich smoke coming out of her mouth whenever she exhaled. Oh, that mouth. "Sorry about that. I am not good with dames-ladies" his soft, kind of apologetic voice informed her. She chuckled lightly. Both of them leaned on the metal railway, she was looking at the sky, he was looking at her. "You are not. Definitely not good with women, Rogers. But you're definitely good with people" she assured him in a confident tone. "But Thor is, right? Good with women?" he shyly asked. She had heard that type of jealousy before. She thought that Steve wasn't capable of such a feeling. But, alas. "You are fierce in the softest way possible; brave in the sense that you are so unapologetically human. Overflowing with love like a pair of eyes at a funeral; so much to give, turning corner after corner waiting for someone to take. You could easily belong in Paris; the city brimming with delicate beauty, a place where it’s safe to be as full of uncontrollable love as you are. You could sit outside tiny cafes and watch the sunrise over the Eiffel Tower, with a serene smile. That fucking smile; I could sketch a hundred times your face when you see something worth looking at. You are dangerous. Like a painting come to life" he though but the words never came out. "I have always preferred monsters to Gods. Monsters don’t hide their ugly behind a veneer of perfection. They don’t pretend piety and benevolence when their intention is to devour. You can see a monster for who he is. I have never been able to say that about a God" she naturally told him, eyes harvesting the sights of the night sky. "So do you know yet?" he went on, trying to stay in tune with her soft but fierce tone. "Know what?" she asked him, momentarily forgetting everything else but his eyes. "If you are the monster…or the God" he deadpanned, locking his eyes with hers, wanting to find that spark of promise he had seen the first time he met her. He was also looking for that lie she had been telling herself over and over again. "I am a monstrous God" she told him with a sinful smile while her eyes made that thin line between them so blur. He chuckled but it was dark and promising. "And I think you're lying" he said in a hushed tone as he stepped closer to her. She was staring away again. He was staring at her. His eyes grew softer but there was something in them that screamed in agony. "Friends don't lie to each other" she commented, slightly hinting at her first word. He thought about it for a moment, but who was he trying to fool if not himself. "So you are lying" he easily suggested as his breath hit her face and her heart jumped at the realization. She could feel the tension growing because she was aware of her feelings. Which she hid. For so damn long. "You and I.. are we friends?" he asked her, not knowing where exactly they stood. The line had been crossed too many times and he could never tell. They both knew the answer. "What else could we be, Steve?" she was starting to question everything. "I am tired of the hide and seek game. You're not my friend Steve. I don't want you to be. But these emotions I feel, are fractions scattered across my mind. I try to pick up pieces, make them all fit together, but I don’t know how to make them whole again" but she swallowed them. He chose not to answer. He didn't want to lie. She was fighting herself in that one. She wanted to be free. "Wanna go for a ride?" she breathed out before she backed down. He didn't believe his ears. He chuckled but his smile only grew bigger. "Only if I drive" he insisted. She rolled her eyes but smiled too, nodding her head in agreement. Making their way through the crowd, they did not leave unnoticed. Natasha smiled and turned to Bruce, Tony was not liking it but Pepper grabbed him away.She was craving this, one night as a normal person, enjoying life with someone quite enjoyable as well. She had never had a day off, she never had a chance to be free. And he needed it too. He hopped into his motorcycle, offering her the helmet just to have her reject it. He didn't push it. She climbed behind him and he caught with the corner of his eye, her now naked leg. "Where to?" he softly asked her. She leaned forward and whispered to his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Does it matter?". No it didn't. They both enjoyed running around the city, aimlessly with the wind against their faces and their worries not fast enough to catch up with them. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her palms on his chest, her head in the crook of his neck. His heart was beating out of its cavity, he knew that. But he couldn't care at all.

[Since it had been a while, anyone who wants to be tagged is welcome to tell me so! Taglist: @accio-rogers @coffee-with-orion ]

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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The Tower: Unexpected - 11

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Pairing: Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2416

Warnings: pregnancy, angst

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds. While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.

Author’s Note: Written with the very hungover @fanficwriter013

Chapter 11: The Return of the Science Bros

The next few weeks went by fine. I’d pretty much resigned that this was my family now. The pregnancy had reached 24 weeks. I hadn’t seen Bruce or Tony for five months. I figured I wasn’t ever going to despite reassurances from the others that they were working on Tony and he was just in hardcore nesting mode to deal with the panic he was feeling. I had reached the point where I wasn’t sure I wanted him to come back.

Bruce, on the other hand, was concerning. We weren’t sure if he was hiding or if Hulk just liked the idea of being a dad so much he wasn’t willing to give him back. Wanda seemed to think it was the second but no one could convince him to let go of control and when we tried he’d start getting agitated.

The biggest problem we faced was the living situation. The others had said Tony was working on it. It didn’t seem to be getting worked on though and I was starting to worry.

“I just don’t know where we’re going to put them. We’re running out of time.” I said.

“They’re gonna be pretty small,” Clint joked. “You can put them in one crib in the corner. They won’t take up much room.”

“I'm sorry, they?”

I turned suddenly toward the sound of Tony’s voice. He stood at the door to the stairwell, the door still held open like he might retreat back through it.

“I - uh - Tony?” I said, in a state of shock. He looked like he hadn’t shaved in months, and was wearing a black tank top and sweats.

“Yes?” He said. “You said they. What does ‘they’ mean?”

“It means ‘they’,” I said, still not sure what was happening or why he was there. Or if he was even actually there and I wasn’t hallucinating. “As in there's more than one.”

“How many?” He asked.

It was like my brain suddenly accepted what was happening and rather than being relieved to see him I was pissed. “I don't - No... you don't just get to come in here and drill me for information when I haven't seen you for 5 months. You don't get to do that.”

“And these triplets or whatever could be mine?” Tony asked. I just sat silently not acknowledging him. Fuming that he’d just come in here and expecting answers.

“Okay. You want me to leave then?” He snarked.

I snapped, the hurt and pain bubbling and spewing out of me. “I want you to say you're sorry to me!” I shouted. “I want you to beg me to take you back! You keep running from me whenever something happens and you get scared and I just have to sit here and wait until you're ready like I'm a good little girl? You're lucky I'm still here!”

He blinked at me like I’d slapped him.

“Why should I tell you anything about them when you don't even want them? Come in here snapping at me like I did something specifically to hurt you. Like I'm not also terrified by this. I'm not - You don't get to treat me like I don't mean anything to you!”

“El,” Wanda said softly putting her hand on me.

“No. No. I don't always have to be the bigger person.” I said getting up suddenly, the tears I had been fighting back finally breaking.

“Elly,” Steve said.

I wheeled on him suddenly. “Stop using the misbehaving daughter voice on me!” I shouted spinning on my heel and going to march out. A sharp pain ran up my side and I doubled over, groaning.

“Elly, that wasn't the voice,” Steve said, while Hulk stood and made a distressed noise.

I sunk to my knees rubbing my side and making a pained sound as it felt like a tearing was happening down my side.

“Elly?” Hulk grumbled as he moved closer and Nat and Sam got up and rushed to my side.

“I don't - I think I'm okay,” I said rubbing my side.

Hulk took a step towards me and started to lose his green. I stared up at him as his muscles shrunk and contracted. Until all that was left was Bruce standing there holding a far too big of a pair of pants up. He blinked around the room a confused expression on his face. “What’s happening?”

It was too much, the pain, Bruce being back. Tony. Steve scolding me. I broke down into wracking sobs and clutched my side. “I think it’s the babies, Bruce,” Natasha said an edge of panic in her voice as Sam poked and prodded at me.

“Okay,” Bruce said moving to my side. “I've got you. Talk to me.”

“Hurts here,” I said rubbing the spot where the pain was radiating out from.

“Okay,” Bruce said beginning to feel around with Sam. “Let me look.

“You came back,” I said quietly as I watched them.

“Hulk panicked. Thought I was needed.” He said not looking up.

“You've been needed this whole time.”

“I'm sorry.”

I put my hand on his forearm as he pressed against my side. “Did you know? Could you hear things?”

“Sometimes. Very, very faintly,” Bruce said looking up into my eyes. “Like I was underwater. I’m sorry, L. I wanted to come back. I couldn’t get him to let go.” I nodded and rubbed his arms. He kept poking around and looked up at me. “I think it’s just a pinched nerve.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.” Sam agreed.

I let out a breath. “They’re okay?”

Bruce nodded and helped me back to a seat. “I believe so. You have an obstetrician?” I nodded and Bruce looked up. “FRIDAY, can you page them?”

“Right away, Doctor Banner.” She replied.

I sighed and tried to relax. “Twins, Tony. It's twins.” I said without looking at him.

He let out a breath. “Oh, just twins.”

“And they're only yours if you want them to be.”

“I want it on the record that I was here before Bruce.” He said.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly. “Uh-huh.”

“I’m here.” Tony protested.

“Okay.”

“I have some designs too,” He said pulling out a tablet.

I sighed and shook my head again trying really hard to not just lose it at him. “I think you’re forgetting something.”

He made a face and shifted where he stood.

I let my head roll so I was looking at him. “Would you like me to just disappear for 5 months? Lock you completely out? How would that make you feel?”

“Oh,” He said frowning. “I needed to access some things. And yes, I probably pulled a Howard.”

“So... what would you like to have heard from Howard?” I said drily.

“From Howard?” He asked. “I wouldn’t even know.”

I groaned and my head fell back. “Tony. I want you to tell me you're sorry and that you love me and I want to feel like you mean it. Or no. You aren't here.”

“But I am here.” He protested.

I stood up and Natasha moved quickly to support me. “I’m going to go lie down. Bruce, it’s good to see you back. If anyone has anything they feel they might like to tell me I’ll be in there.” I say pointing at the bedroom. “Otherwise, when the doctor gets here, that’s where I am.”

“Thanks, El,” Bruce said softly as I shuffled to the bedroom being supported by Nat. She helped me into the bed and I pulled the body pillow close as I got comfortable. It wasn’t long until there was a gentle knock on the door.

“You want me to leave you alone with him?” Natasha asked moving to open the door.

“Yes, please. Thank you, Tasha.” I said.

She nodded and let Tony in, stepping past him as she left. He stood by the door shifting awkwardly on his feet. “I, uh. I have some things to say. But I'm not sure I can.”

“I need to hear them, Tony. I'm hanging on by a thread here.”

He sighed and shifted again. “I know,” he said, “I just... I don't know. I don't wanna fuck them up. But I don't exactly know how to be there for them.”

“My dad once broke my arm in such a way that when you touched it, it felt like play-doh,” I said, shaking my head. “You think I don't have those exact same fears? We'll do the best we can. I get being scared. Fuck, if I could put this on hold and go on a bender where none of you saw me for a week I probably would. I'm not mad that you got scared and you don't know how to do this. I am hurt that you didn't come and talk to me. That once again you put FRIDAY on lockdown so if I needed you I couldn't come and see you.”

“I'm sorry,” he said, frowning. “I needed time. And that was fucked up because… That's exactly what Howard would do. And exactly what I don't want to do.”

“I've been so alone,” I said trying not to cry again. “When my morning sickness was at its worse Nat went on a mission, and Steve decided he had to go save the world or something and I would wake up and throw up and Wanda would rub my back and then I'd go to work. And I was alone all day in my lab because you wouldn't let me in and Bruce was just gone.”

“What do you want me to say? All I can say is that I'm sorry. And I was an asshole. I didn't have Steve send Nat away.”

The tears broke again and silently slipped down my cheeks. I was so afraid. I wanted to forgive him but I was scared that this would happen again and if I forgave him this, I’d forgive him anything. “I want you to hold me and reassure me you won't do this again. I want to know that you get what you did to me here. That this is the second time you've done this to me and that’s not acceptable. That I never ever have to worry about you doing this to me if I forgive you.”

“I didn't mean to,” He said, shifting again, but not coming over. “You understand that all intimacy in my life has been flakey, unreliable, or absolutely fake and manipulative right?”

“Have I been like that?” I asked, looking up at him.

He shook his head.

“I love you, Tony. I am as patient with you as I can be. I want you to be happy and feel that love you have been denied for so long. But I didn’t mean for this to happen. I hate that I hurt you with this. That I made you doubt me and my intentions. But it was an accident and I’m hurting and you are still over there and you still haven’t told me you won’t do this to me again.”

He moved to the bed, slipping off his shoes and sitting down on the side, still just out of reach. “I know,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “That's the worst part. I know you didn't do this to trap me or force me into something.”

“I don't even know how it happened. She said just my birth control alone was one in 2000 women every three years. Like what the fuck? How am I now pregnant with twins?” I said and looked down at my stomach.

He let out a breath. “It was meant to be, I guess.”

“I guess so. I wish... I wish we could have planned to have them.”

He moved closer and I leaned my head against his thighs. “That would have been ideal,” he said as he ran his hands through my hair. “I’m sorry, Elise. You don’t have to take me back, but I promise I won’t do it again.”

I sighed and just sat leaning against him as he played with my hair. “So I guess here's what you need to know. It's a boy and a girl. My doctor has done blood tests to determine if they are genetically related to Bruce, Steve, Bucky and I guess Thor too. There is a small chance they have two different fathers. She will only disclose if they are those people's if she's worried about their health in some way. So far we don't know and Steve doesn't want anyone to know. As far as he's concerned they're his kids and anyone else that chooses to do this.”

“Okay,” He said his breath catching a little. “A little boy and a little girl.”

I nodded and took his hand, placing it on my stomach. It wasn’t long until there was a kick. He looked down at my stomach before looking back up at me. “They … they do that?”

“Yeah, for a while now. You’ve missed a lot, Tony.”

He nodded and slipped down into the bed, keeping his hand on my stomach. For a while, we didn’t say anything. We just sat, him feeling the babies. “Do they have names?”

“First names. The girl is Riley and the boy is Pietro.”

He nodded a small frown on his face. “Okay.”

“You have any input on middle names?” I asked.

He looked at me a little startled. “Maria?”

I nodded. “Yeah. That would be nice. Riley Maria.” I said. “You know, if you can just trust yourself, that you aren't the person you think you are, you'll be a great dad, Tony.”

“I will?”

“Yeah. If you don't lock yourself up when you get scared. I've seen you with that spider-kid.” I said, rubbing his thigh.

“That’s different. I’m not his dad. I’m just a mentor. I only see him sometimes and his Aunt is amazing. I can’t fuck him up.” He argued.

I shrugged. “Still. You’re good. You'll be good. Just... Make sure you practice saying I love you.”

“Right.” He said with a nod. “I - I do love you, Elly. I love you. I’m really sorry I did this to you again.”

I melted into him and he wrapped his arms around me, leaning his chin on the top of my head. Maybe we still had some work to do, but finally, we were all back together again. That was at least a good start.

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Love Me Before You Leave

Fandom: Queen/ Bohemian Rhapsody

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor X reader ( can be read as actual Roger Taylor)

TW: swearing, angsty

Genre Angst with a fluffy ending

Word Count:3.4K

Requests: OPEN

A/n: So, I wrote this for @queens-n-roses 2K writing challenge, written to the song ‘Love Me Before You Leave’ By COmmon Kings. I am so sorrI am late posting this, school work has been crazy. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Want you to love me before you leave

Let me hold you before you go

Just remember the time we shared and remember you touched my soul We don't know where life will take us I'll hold my breath and be patient So won't you love me before you leave

"Morning, baby." Roger hummed against your neck, arm thrown lazily over your hip. You tensed as his lips brushed your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Hey, Roger." You mumbled, shifting out of his grip quickly.

"Everything okay?" Roger asked quietly, sitting up, confused as to why you'd parted from him so suddenly.

"Yeah. Just feeling a bit off, that's all." You lied smoothly, pulling a shirt over your head. "I need to get to work, I'm gonna be late."

"Come cuddle with me. Let me hold you before you go." Roger whined, making grabby hands at you. You let out a heavy sigh, guilt climbing through your veins, before stepping over into his waiting arms.

Roger was worried. You hadn't been acting like yourself for a few weeks. You'd stopped coming to the studio, refused to see his friends, cancelled date night as much as possible and you were cold and distant. Something wasn't right. He'd tried getting through to you, but it was like talking to a wall. He missed you. And it made him more anxious about the ring that was hidden in his sock drawer. Your head rested on his chest, listening to his gentle heartbeat. Tears burned the back of your eyes as his hand moved to rest on your stomach.

"You need to head to the studio." You said weakly, climbing from his arms. He grabbed your wrist before you could get off the bed.

"Darling, what's going on? You've been acting odd" Roger sounded so concerned, it only made it harder for you to hide your tears.

"Everything is fine, Rog. I promise." You huffed, carefully working your wrist from his fingers, wandering over to the closet to finish getting ready.

"Baby I just... alright. If you say so. I'm going to get ready." Roger shook his head, getting up and throwing on the outfit that had been abandoned in the corner. You swiped at your eyes before beginning to apply some makeup. Roger glanced at you, clearly distressed, placing a kiss on your cheek and walking out. The door to the house slammed shut behind him and you rushed into action. You tugged a bag and two boxes from under your bed, quickly chucking any clothes and belongings in sight. Tears began pouring from your eyes. Sobs escaped your chest as you packed. You left an hour later, a singular note on the fridge.

Every moment with you Been perfect for me & baby you're telling me that we could never be And now I'm like Cool it down, cool it down, take a minute You say you have to go But yesterday your heart was in it My love Oh woah oh Let me say what I need to say

"I just don't know what's wrong. I've tried everything with no proper response." Roger placed his face in his hands, all the boys watching him sadly.

"Maybe you've chosen the wrong words? We all know you're not exactly subtle."Brian offered, trying to make his friend feel better.

"I'm starting to feel to wonder if she even wants to be with me." Roger declared, feeling his eyes water at the thought.

"Are you kidding? She looks at you like you've hung the stars and the moons in the sky." Freddie replied quickly, placing a hand on the drummer's shoulder.

"She means the world to me. I don't want to lose her." The band had never heard Roger so lost. So heartbroken.

"I know, Roger. But it's hard for her. She's not used to this kind of life." Deaky reasoned, knelt in front of his friend.

"You guys will be okay. It's just going to take a bit of time and a lot of love." Freddie added. Roger sighed heavily, scrubbing the tears from his eyes.

"Thanks, guys. C'mon, enough of the sappy shit. Let's make some music." Roger stated, running a hand through his hair. getting up and heading to the drum risers.

"I don't think Roger's doing as well as he acts," Brian muttered in a hushed tone, pulling the guitar strap over his head, adjusting the tightness of it.

"No, he's not. But we know he won't open up any more than he already has All we can do is be there for him when he needs it." Deaky sighed, already tuning his bass.

"Roger's not stupid. Most of the time. He'll come to us if he needs us." Freddie chipped in before waltzing over to the piano.

"I'll call (Y/N) later. See if she'll talk." Brian said voice laced with worry.

"Let me know how it goes, okay?" Deaky asked, ignoring how Roger began pounding at his drums and how Freddie magically formed a rhythm to the randomized, sporadic drumming.

"Yeah, course. C'mon Deaks, let's go before Freddie hangs us."

"(Y/N), I'm home!" Roger called as he opened the door, slipping his shoes off and hanging his coat by the door, sunglasses perched on his head.

"(Y/N)?" Roger made his way to the living room, noticing the lack of fo light. He jogged to the kitchen, soon spying the note on the fridge. He was expecting something like you were going out with friends. He didn't expect a note reading:

'I'm sorry Roger. We both know this wouldn't work. I love you. -Y/n'

Roger's eyes began leaking, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, dread coursing through him. His feet couldn't move fast enough as he raced to the bedroom. The drummer felt his knees give out, falling onto the bed when he saw the room barren of your belongings. He buried his face in his hands, sobs wracking his body.

And now I'm like Cool it down, cool it down, take a minute You say you have to go But yesterday your heart was in it My love Oh woah oh Let me say what I need to say

"Roger, what's wrong?" Brian asked, unease pouring into his voice at the sounds of his friend hiccuping.

"She's gone, Bri. She's gone." He cried, fingers tugging at his blonde locks.

"Who's gone?" Brian pushed, wedging the phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulled on his shoes, getting ready to leave the studio with Deaky and Freddie.

"Is Roger okay?" Freddie mouthed, shrugging on his coat. Brian shook his head, taking the phone back between his fingers.

"(Y/N)," Roger answered shakily, holding the phone tightly.

"(Y/N)? Have you tried calling her parents or Freddie's? Or her friends?" Brian suggested, feeling the eyes of his bandmates boring into him.

"No. She left a note saying we can't be together. I-I just the thought - I should've realized- fuck, I'm the worst boyfriend ever!" Brian could hear the anger and self-depreciation seep into Roger's voice.

"Roger, calm down. I think something isn't right with (Y/N). She adores you. Just hold on, I'm coming over." The guitarist sighed before placing the phone down. Brian jumped into action, grabbing his keys.

"I'll come with you. I just need to call Veronica. I'll catch up." Deaky exclaimed as Brian dashed down the hall.

"You need to find (Y/N), Freddie. She's your cousin if anyone knows where she'll be, it's you." Deaky informed the singer as he began dialling his houses number.

"On it. I'll find her darling, don't worry." Freddie responded before exiting to his car.

Want you to love me before you leave Let me hold you before you go Just remember the time we shared and remember you touched my soul We don't know where life will take us I'll hold my breath and be patient So won't you love me before you leave And let me hold you before you Go oh, Oh woah oh, oh woah And let me hold you before you Go oh

You didn't visit your aunt, uncle and cousin very often. Only when you needed advice and right now, you needed as much advice as you could get. With a heavy breath, you knocked on the door, wiping at your eyes one last time.

"Oh, (Y/N)! It's so good to see you." Your aunt exclaimed, bringing you into a tight hug.

"Hi, Auntie. Good to see you too. Is Kash here?" You questioned, giving her a forced smile.

"She's just upstairs in her room. Say hello to your uncle before you say hello to Kash." She replied, leading you through the house to the kitchen, where your uncle was sitting, reading the newspaper.

"Ah, (Y/N). How's that boy treating? How's Farrokh?" Your uncle greeted softly, glancing at you over his glasses. You paused.

"Everything's amazing, uncle. Freddie's doing well, his band is phenomenal. And R-Roger treats me like a goddess." You choked out twirling the promise ring Roger gave you anxiously.

"Good. I wouldn't expect that kind of treatment from a boy like him." He said with a raised eyebrows.

"I'm going to talk to Kash. I'll talk to you guys later." You gave another fake smile before wandering upstairs to your cousin's room. Your soft knocking echoed through the dim corridor, which was soon answered by your youngest cousin, Kashmira.

"Oh, hi (Y/N). You okay?" Kash questioned and you shook your head, biting your lip nervously.

"Can we talk about this in your room?" You requested softly.

"Of course. C'mon in." Kash mumbled, opening the door to reveal her bed, a mountain of homework piled upon it.

"You look busy." You chuckled, weakly, taking a seat on her desk chair as she perched on the edge of the bed.

"Just a little. Anyways, what's up?" She enquired, resting her hands in her lap.

"I...I left Roger this morning..." You confessed, eyes fixed on the ground.

"You did what?" Kash uttered, eyes wide. "Why?"

"I-I just- I saw something that made me think we're not good together. An article saying I was dragging him down. I don't want to be an anchor." You explained, twisting your ring again.

"Did you seriously believe an article? Hun, you know that the media just wants to stir drama about Queen and its members. Freddie's had it so many times." Kash stood up and took your hands, running her thumbs over them calmingly.

"I know that, but they're right. I'm nothing like Roger. And every day there's a new way of dragging him down." You defended, beginning to feel tears burning the backs if your eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" She pushed cautiously, tilting your head up to her.

"I-I-we-he's..." You began, choking on air as a tear made its way down your cheek, Kash held your cheeks gently.

"(Y/N), darling, breathe. C'mon. In and out." She guided quietly, letting you calm down. After a few minutes, you took a deep breath.

"I-I'm pregnant. A-And I don't know if R-Roger wants a kid or-or if he even sees a future with me. I'm not sure if I can be a mom." You were panicking, heart beating in your ears so loud that you didn't hear the door open.

"Kash, what's going on?" Freddie asked, surprised to see his cousin falling apart in his sister's arms.

"Maybe you should talk to her, Fred. I'll be downstairs with mama and papa if you need me."Kash muttered, allowing Freddie to scoop you into his arms, cradling you to his chest. You buried your face in his neck, tears soaking the turtle neck he wore. Kash closed the door behind her, giving you some privacy.

"Now dear, what are the waterworks for?" Freddie asked, voice delicate as he began running his fingers through your hair.

"Freddie, I'm pregnant and-and I know that Roger probably doesn't even want a kid and doesn't see a future with me and I don't know if-" You were cut off by Freddie carefully pulling your face from his neck, placing a finger on your lips.

"Now, hush, darling. That's utter nonsense. He thinks the world of you, loves you with every fibre of his being. I've never seen Roger look or act like that with anyone before you. He's whipped. And how do you know that Roger doesn't want a kid? Have you even spoken to him about it?" Freddie shot back, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear and wiping your eyes.

"He's a rockstar. Why would he want anything to do with someone like me?" You asked sarcastically, causing Freddie's lips to quirk up a little at the return of your normal attitude.

"Because you, my darling, are an enigma. Someone that Roger adores beyond words. You're kind, funny, compassionate, understanding and accepting. You've changed Roger for the better." He smiled slightly.

"I-I just need to sleep on it, okay? I'll talk to Roger, promise."

Don't you get what we got? No, we can't be replaced One moment we're holding hands And you leave without a trace

It had taken Brian and Deaky an hour to calm down the hysterical drummer. Roger had gone between sobbing into his friend's shoulder to yelling at himself, to throwing various items across the living room and then back to crying. Eventually, Deaky had managed to settle Roger onto the couch, Brian knelt in front of him, a hand on his knee.

"I don't know why she left. What did I do?" Roger mopped, resting his chin on his hand.

"I'm not sure, Roger. Freddie's gone to find her, bud. He'll talk to her." Deaky placed some water in front of the blue-eyed drummer, resting on the armrest of the couch.

"I... I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Want to marry her, have kids with her. All that. I love her." Roger blurted out, yanking a jewelled ring from his pocket and twirling it between his fingers. Deaky's eyes widened with Brian's.

"You really mean that?"Brian questioned.

"No, of course, I don't. That's the whole fucking reason I've got a ring in my hand."Roger snapped miserably. All heads snapped in the direction of the door as it opened, Freddie stood in the doorway.

"So, did you find her?" Brian asked, eyebrows raised and eyes still widened in shock.

"She's with my parents and my sister. She's going to stay there for a night or two to think things over then she'll come to talk to you." Freddie commented, folding his arms, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Did she tell you why she left?" Roger enquired sadly.

"She did indeed, but I think it's something she needs to tell you herself."

You know that I love you as hard as I try I'll never get over your baby blue eyes You know that I love you as hard as I try I'll never get over your baby blue eyes

You tossed and turned that night, restlessly. Every time you closed your eyes, he was there, memories flashing behind your eyelids, like a personal movie. Your arm held your stomach protectively as you tried to get some rest, but it was all pointless.

"Get off!" Roger exclaimed between giggles as your fingers prodded at his sides, your legs straddling his waist. His bandmates watched with joy as you tickled the blonde-haired boy.

"Not until you say that I won!" You screeched, letting out a loud laugh as Roger flipped you over.

"Never." He whispered in your ear before digging his fingers into your stomach. You screamed out a laugh, trying to shove him off of you,

The sun was beating down on you, sunglasses balanced on the end of your nose. You were sat in a beach chair, the boys letting out shouts as they splashed water over each other. Roger had tried to make you join in, to get your nose out of the book you were reading, with no luck. But this time, as he made his way over to you, he couldn't stop his eyes dragging over you. You looked so adorable when you were concentrating, eyebrows furrowed slightly. Your hair had been pulled back into a bun, the wind was blowing a few pieces of escaped hair around your ears. You looked... gorgeous to him. You looked over your glasses at him.

"What you staring at, Rog?" You smiled, placing a bookmark in your book and setting it down as Roger came to kneel beside your chair, pulling your hand into his.

"You. You're so beautiful. I can't believe that I'm the lucky guy who gets to love you." He stated, too awed to realize what he'd said. You froze for a second before letting a grin slide onto your face. That was the first time he'd ever said 'I love you'.

"I love you too, Roger, so much."

You knew that you wouldn't be able to wait an extra day to see Roger. Those ocean eyes would haunt you until the day you died.

Cool it down, cool it down Take a minute you say you have to go But yesterday your heart was in it, my love

Roger looked like a mess when he opened the door to your house. Probably as bad as you did. His eyes were red, bloodshot and puffy, he had bags under his eyes and his clothes were messy. If he only looked like that after one night, you were concerned about what would happen if you left for over a week.

"Oh, (Y/N), hey." Roger murmured, moving out of the way so you could walk in.

"Hi, Roger. Can we talk?" You asked quietly, stepping inside, heading towards the living room. Roger closed the door with a soft click and followed after you, sitting on the couch opposite you, nodding silently.

"So you probably have some questions..." You started but before you could continue, Roger had already begun asking questions.

"Why did you leave? Did I do something wrong?" Roger was giving you puppy eyes, messed hair hanging in front of his bright eyes.

"You... you did nothing wrong, love. I panicked and I ran. I shouldn't have done it and I'm so sorry." You tried, but Roger narrowed his eyes, but not with anger, for once.

"Do you really mean that? About us not being good together? That we won't work."He continued, holding the note between his fingers.

"I just... I just think that I'm dragging you down. You don't deserve that. You're a rockstar. I'm just a nobody." You sighed, averting your eyes to your hands.

"Why would you say that? You're not dragging me down, at all, darling. You're my entire world. How could you think anything different?" He was shocked and immediately came to sit beside you, holding your hand tightly.

"There was something in the newspaper about how .... how I was just a long term distraction and that you were young and deserved to be free.." You blurted and Roger's grip tightened.

"Darling, you know that they like spreading lies and rumours. You're in no way dragging me down. I promise. I love you so much, you know that." Roger insisted and you looked away.

"I love you too, Roggie. I have something to ask you, though." You were trembling now, hands shaking violently in Roger's grasp.

"So do I, love. You go first." Roger gave you a small, reassuring smile, kissing your hand softly.

"H-have you ever thought about kids, Rog? With me?" You couldn't focus your eyes on one spot, and Roger noticed. But his own eyes filled with hope.

"Of course I have. I have dreams about it, baby girl. A little boy or girl with rosy cheeks, blue eyes and (Y/H/C) hair." Roger chuckled, cupping your cheek.

"Roger, I'm preg-" Before you could finish your sentence, Roger brought you into a passionate kiss. He placed your joint hands onto your stomach. After a second, Roger pulled back, a grin on his face.

"That's the best news I've heard all year, my love." He pressed another kiss to your lips.

"Really?" You couldn't keep your eyes off him.

"Of course, baby. Now I have a question for you." He replied, letting go of your hand to pull the ring from his pocket. "You're the light of my life. I am a mess without you and I don't want to imagine another day without you. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" His eyes held so much love and you felt like you couldn't breathe. Tears sprung to your eyes once more, but this time, they weren't tears of sadness.

"Yes."

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Looking For a Heartbeat (Part 1/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. Now, it’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings for this chapter: angst, mention to painful break-ups, nightmares.

A/N: I’m ignoring Infinity War and other canon stuff here. I promised myself I would only start posting a series again when I had at least great part of the chapters ready. This isn’t what’s happening, I warn you. The idea came from this anon request which has been waiting on my ask box since forever: Do you still do requests? I really want a story where the reader has F.R.I.D.A.Y. wake her up whenever Bucky has nightmares so she can calm him down and Steve finds out. I’m sorry, dear, for taking so long. I hope you like the outcome. Two Ghosts by Harry Styles is an inspiration for the entire series. @lesqui Ily.

Please, let me know what you think.

Part1/ Part 2

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“But… How long will you be out?” You fidget with your fingers on the table, before grabbing the cup of coffee and taking it to your lips to try and conceal your uneasiness.

“ I'm leaving in a few hours and it'll be two or three days, tops.” Steve answers with a shrug, “Easy peazy,” He smiles, chewing the impressive amount of pancakes he has just filled his mouth with.

“If it´s so easy, why do you have to go?” You place your cup of coffee on the table again, with a little more force than necessary and his brows furrow at the act, which you deliberately ignore to continue questioning the man in front of you, “You can send anyone of us, instead. I can go, why don’t you send me?”

“Well, the fact I consider it easy, doesn´t mean it is to other people.” There´s not a trace of arrogance in his tone, only honesty and even a little bit of humility only Steve Rogers can pull off, which makes you sigh in defeat. “Besides, you’ve been here for what? One week after over two years away and already wanna leave again? What’s this really about, Y/n?” He points and shakes his fork at you, frowning questioningly.

“What, I can’t be worried about my workaholic and overloaded Captain, who deserves a break every once in a while?” You lie, grabbing some pancake from his plate with your own fork, hoping stealing his food would divert his focus.

He looks nothing but unconvinced, eyeing you suspiciously, “Not when I´m talking to the most workaholic person alive, and-" before he could inquiry you further, you hear the door, catching his attention as well as he looks past your shoulder. You hold your breath upon the voice you hear.

“Hey, Punk, you're still here-” You don’t dare to turn around, but can picture the discomfort taking over his expression on finding you there, too.

At the silence that follows his entrance, you glance at Steve, returning his apologetic look with a sad smile, before the chair scratches against the floor with you standing up, “Stay safe, Steve.” You dismiss taking your dishes to the sink in favor of leaving the scene as soon as you can.

Bucky steps aside for you to pass through the opened door, answering your mumbled good morning with a slight nod, none of you daring to exchange glances. The door swings behind you as you force a steady pace to get to you have no idea where.

It’s been like this ever since your return. Awkward, uncomfortable, silent, painful…You thought two years would make it better, would erase everything which had devastated your life together, or the life you thought you had together and you could, at least, have some cordial or even a friendly relationship. But it hasn’t been that way, there is still the same, if not more, sorrow, anger, resentment. It is all there, growing with each day, refusing to let go, consuming you, building a thick barrier between you both, leading your mind to replay over and over that dreadful day two years ago.

But all of this isn’t enough to make you not worry about him, apparently. Because as soon as Steve mentioned he had a solo mission coming up, your thoughts ran to your ex-boyfriend. Who would be there for him when the nightmares arrived?

You knew they were back, you saw this often on the rapid glances you dared to steal in this last week, glimpsing the dark circles deepening his still devastatingly gorgeous blue eyes. They had stopped, when you were the one to spend the nights with him, calming him down, running a soothing hand over his trembling chest, whispering sweet nothings on his ear. They would go away, until, towards the end, they stopped entirely.

The end…

Your feet end up driving you to your new room. On a new floor. You know your old one is vacant and wonder whose idea was it to relocate you on another room instead of the one on his floor. Some smart person, for sure. The thought leads you to your current concern, with Steve away the floor would be totally empty and he would be alone with his night terrors.

Letting yourself fall face down on your bed, you stay like that for a while, before rolling over and placing a hand over your forehead.

You know what do.

It was a terrible, terrible idea, which could easily lead to catastrophic results. Mostly for your heart. But what choice did you have, really?

“Friday,” you listen to the prompt response from the A.I, “Would you please wake me up if- I mean, when you notice any kind of distress in Bucky´s sleep?”

You frown, finding very odd the unusual silence from the always efficient AI before the tentative answer, “Are you sure, Miss Y/L/N? Considering your history with Sergeant Barnes...”

An inevitable curse leaves your lips aimed at Tony Stark for creating such a clever and sensitive program, if you even could call her that, “I am,” you lie, “Just don´t tell anyone, please.”

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“Miss-”

“I got it, thank you, Friday.” You´re still awake, rolling between your sheets, when the first warning of the night arrives.

Barefoot and in your pajama set, you don´t think twice before taking the elevator up to his floor. The overwhelming anxiety manifesting in your sweaty cold hands and tight jaw. An ice cold wave rushes through your chest to your limbs. It´s been so long since you´ve done this.

You find his door locked. “Friday?” you call, and you hear the unlocking sound before the doorknob gives in your push.

The whole apartment is pitch-dark as you cross the small living room towards his bedroom. When you get there, the sight before you wrenches a gasp from your lungs. His sheets are a complete mess, the borders already out of the mattress as he tosses and turns. Small whimpers slip out of his lips and, as you cautiously walk over to him, you see the desperation twisting his expression.

For a split of a moment, your mind drives you back to the very first days. Ironically enough, this was how you started getting closer in what felt like ages ago, with you not being able to stay quiet and sleep peacefully with the sounds of deep, deep mind torments behind your room.

A particularly loud cry blurs your memories, pulling you back to the similar present. You weren´t exactly sure of what you would do when you asked Friday to wake you up, but now, it´s second nature when you hurriedly drive yourself closer, but when you climb on his bed, you do it slowly and carefully, conscious of what a sudden awaken could cause, including to your physical health.

You lay down facing his side, getting a better look of his scrunched up expression and clenched jaw. His chest heaves as his hands grip on the sheets and his legs squirm. Aware of your own unstable breathing, it´s like you´re a spectator of your own actions when you do what you always did. You place a timid hand over his chest and the familiar warmth rushes through your veins, his skin is as hot as you remember and it takes all you have in you to not envelope him in your whole body, to feel every bit of him.

The single touch is enough to make the movements of his limbs and chest calmer, but his anguish is still evident on the incoherent mumbles and droplets of sweat falling from his forehead, which encourages you further, despite your own fretfulness.

“Hey,” you whisper, leading your mouth closer to his ear, hoping it wouldn’t be enough to wake him up, but to call his attention out of whatever terror is taking over his mind, “It’s ok. You’re ok. You’re safe,” You don’t notice but your hand gently draws circles around his chest, “It’s not real, it’s just a dream. I’m here, I…” this used to be the part when you said you loved him, “I… I missed you.” You gulp, not being able to help your own tears as you continue speaking softly to him, noticing the rushed heartbeats that only he was ever able to arouse in your chest. You can´t decide at this moment whether you to be scared or comforted by this well-known feeling.

You smile when his expression becomes softer, a little bit at least. His breathing is fully back to normal and his muscles are finally relaxed. You weren’t sure you would be able to help after so long, after everything… But despite it all, you’re glad you did. If there´s one thing you´re sure of it’s that he doesn´t deserve that kind of suffering, that kind of pain, no matter what he may think about the matter.

Before you would leave to your room, you allow yourself some time to take him in, which it has been impossible in the last week, since you ran from his presence and avoided looking, really looking at him, being certain he´s been acting the same when it comes to you.

He has cut his hair, which is odd to your eyes, you longed for his long locks, even if you’ve never admitted it to yourself through this last year. Under the touch of your hand, you feel he’s even more bulked, and you wondered how many hours he’s been spending in the gym. There’s a light scruff growing on his sharped jaw, defying you not to lay a kiss upon it…you breathe him, his scent, closing your eyes…still the same shampoo. Your gaze lay upon his completely peaceful sleeping face again. You really missed him, there’s no way to deny it anymore, at least not to yourself.

Deciding to leave before he would wake up and catch you in the unexplainable position, you remove your hand from his chest, and draw out one last glance at him before quietly turning to leave his bed, sitting up and letting your legs fall to the edge.

“Y/N.”

You freeze. Your eyes shut and a grimace twists your face. Ignoring the best you could your racing heartbeats and the tremble of your hands gripping the sheets, you open your eyes and tilt your head to look behind you.

He’s still peacefully sleeping, unmoved, except for his metal hand touching where you’ve been touching on his chest. You let a relieved sigh out of you.

“Y/N…Y/N.”

Nothing but faint whispers, but they’re efficient to make your heart pounding all over again. Is he dreaming of you? Is he sensing your presence? You want to move and leave him to his privacy, before it would be too late, but your body doesn’t seem to respond your commands as you keep staring at his sleeping form. Until you hear it.

“I’m sorry, baby…I’m sorry.”

The simple and unconscious words are enough for you to choke on a sob and storm out of his bedroom, allowing yourself to cry in your bed for the rest of your own restless night.

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Stucky + Pregnancy

A Stucky addition of Starker + Pregnancy

~ After Peter and Tony announce that they’re expecting, Bucky starts getting jealous. Don’t get him wrong, he’s very happy for them both, elated to see them both practically glowing at each other, but the announcement causes old thoughts to rise up again.

~ Bucky remembers most of his old life. There are parts that are still a bit fuzzy, and some memories he probably will never get back, but after HYDRA is out of his head for good, memories start flooding into him. One memory that had stayed hidden until the announcement was a time when Steve was still small. They were curled up in their bed in Brooklyn, fully dressed with every blanket they owned on the bed surrounding them to try and keep warm (and keep Steve from getting pneumonia again). They had passed the time by thinking up their future lives, plans of getting married and having kids. They knew it wouldn’t happen, given the laws of their time, but it had put them both in a good mood and left them warm and fuzzy. Now, living in the twenty-first century though, Bucky wants the old memories to become reality.

~ Admittedly, Bucky hadn’t been thinking. He was oddly nervous to talk to Steve about the possibility of a child, and he could never think of any way of even approaching the topic besides just saying “let’s have a kid”, and truthfully, that didn’t seem like it’d go over well.

~ Bucky’s brilliant (read: idiotic) plan had been to throw out the box of condoms in their bedroom and lie about it, but of course, sitting there with a pair of scissors and the box was how Steve had found him when he came back early from his run with Sam. Being caught in this peculiar position hadn’t been his plan for alerting Steve of his desire, but life didn’t really go Bucky’s way.

~ Steve, while he was confused and a tad hurt that Bucky hadn’t just told him, was more than happy to help Bucky get what he wanted.

~ It takes a few months before Bucky finally begins to feel different. He’s got the stomach pains and nausea that he’s seen Peter suffer from, and truthfully, he’s been eating more than he and Steve together, so he gets the tiny spider to help him out.

~ Steve nearly breaks down the wall to the bathroom when he hears the heavy thump of a body fall. He’s shocked to see Bucky lying on the floor passed out with a tiny little white stick in his hand.

~ When Bucky comes to, Steve is playing with his hair and smirking at him. A blush runs all the way up to his hairline, and he purposefully ignores the other as he begins to push himself up. “So?” Steve asks, leaning forward to press a kiss behind Bucky’s ear.

The blush across his cheeks darkens, and Bucky mumbles, “Shut up, punk.” Steve laughs softly and nuzzles the other, smiling when a shy but happy smile spreads across his mate’s face. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

~ Peter screams when Bucky tells him the news, and Bucky, while shocked at the outburst, can’t help but be happy and smile and celebrate the news with the youth. He and Steve are going to have a baby.

~ It’s when Peter’s twins are two months old that Bucky suddenly feels strange again. There’s a pain, sharp and throbbing, in his lower gut. When he goes to the bathroom - because that’s what a sensible person does when they’re feeling stomach pains - it’s not what he was expecting. The pain increases, and when Bucky eventually finds it in himself to stand, there’s blood.

Suddenly, Bucky can’t breathe. It feels like the world is collapsing, and everything is growing dark. A sob bubbles up from his throat, and he can’t stop the rush of absolute terror and hatred that comes with it.

He slips out of their bathroom, using his stealth training to hide from everyone in the tower until he gets to the hospital bay. Sneaking into the room, he finds Dr. Cho in the back of the lab, looking at some test results. She nearly screams when he sneaks up on her, but she jumps into action when she sees his distress.

The news is exactly what Bucky knew and feared it would be: he lost the baby.

~ Bucky has absolutely no idea how to tell Steve. He stays curled up in their bed for the rest of the day, the pain in his abdomen still not subsiding. Helen had warned him that the pain and aches would last a few days, but the emotional pain is a lot heavier and harder to take.

~ Steve comes home from a mission, covered in sweat and grime three days later, and immediately makes a plan to shower before he goes looking for Bucky. Only… the brunette is curled up in bed at seven-thirty at night, and it looks like he hasn’t moved in a while. “Buck?” he calls, moving towards his side of the bed.

Bucky sniffles softly, and Steve suddenly feels a cold dread covering his body. Bucky hasn’t had a bad day in quite some time, but this seems like it did back in the beginning, back when the Soldier was still getting used to not being the forefront of Bucky’s mind. “Darlin’?” he calls, reaching out and petting back the brunette’s hair, only to suck in a breath at the tears staining Bucky’s face.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky whispers, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry, Stevie.” Steve is confused and aching as he watches his mate fall apart, sobs wracking his frame and causing him to shake. He quickly pulls Bucky into his arms, nuzzling his hair and kissing his skin. Bucky continues to cry and whisper apologizes over and over, and Steve whispers sweet nothings, trying to comfort his mate even as his confusion continues to mount. It isn’t until Bucky whispers the words that he realizes what has upset his mate so much, and he feels his own heart shatter. “I’m sorry, Stevie. I’m sorry I lost the baby.”

~ It takes a long time for them both to move, but Steve carries his mate into the bathtub, holding him and allowing them both to settle in the warm water. When the tears stop and the water has grown cold, Steve carries them both back to bed, lying his mate down and curling around him. The next few days are quite on the Rogers’ floor.

~ Telling the Avengers is heartbreaking. Everyone is crying. Nat and Peter curl up with Bucky on the couch, and the three of them stay together for two days straight, their respective mates bringing them food and adding to the cuddles.

~ Bucky spends a lot of time with the Stark twins. He and Steve are the two most hands-on babysitters of the Avengers, and Peter and Tony are happy to be of any help at all when it comes to their healing. They spoil the twins just as badly as their parents do, and that’s probably why they're the favorites.

~ When the twins turn nineteen-months old, Bucky finds out that he’s pregnant again. There are a lot more tears associated with this one.

~ Sadly, this one lasts even less time. About a month after finding out, Bucky loses the baby. This time though, he loses hope with it.

~ For a while, Steve and Bucky focus solely on the twins. Peter and Tony are pregnant again with their little girls, and the massive growth of their family leaves them in need of the extra hands, so the twins get to spend a good amount of time with their favorite uncles.

~ It doesn’t happen for quite some time. The twins are five now, and the triplets (who are absolutely adorable) are three when Bucky goes to visit Helen for a routine check-up only to learn that he’s pregnant again.

~ Bucky is absolutely terrified of the news, but when Helen calls him and Steve down again to talk about a plan, he feels a bit more relieved. Helen thinks that Bucky might not have had enough nutrients with his previous pregnancies, and his serum had caused the babies to grow quicker and the lack of nutrients had been lethal, so she starts him on an extremely strict diet that includes a lot of supplements.

~ This time, Steve and Bucky are very prepared. Bucky spends a lot of time relaxing and keeping himself busy with anything that doesn’t require much energy (which he absolutely hates). As much as Bucky hates it, Steve adores being able to spoil his mate and take care of him while he carries their child.

~ When they reach the sixth-month mark, Bucky grows nervous. It was around this time that he lost their first baby, and the pain and fear have never fully gone away. He’s terrified about losing another one, but he visits Helen often to check on the baby’s well-being.

~ Steve and Bucky honestly try to not get too excited about the baby for a very long time. It isn’t until he begins to show that they honestly allow themselves to celebrate the fact that they’re once again pregnant.

~ At eight-months, Peter and Tony as well as the rest of the Avengers throw Steve and Bucky a baby shower. Bucky is terrified at the same time he’s overjoyed, but at the end of the day, he’s surrounded by the people that are his family with a rounded belly and a baby that is happily pressing against his rounded his and Steve’s linked hands.

~ It’s only two weeks later that Bucky goes into early labor, and with it, the fear intensifies extremely. Steve is there though, holding his hand and gently petting back the brunette’s hair. He whispers sweet words of encouragement as the operation takes place, kisses along the brunette’s hairline, anything to help soothe Bucky.

“I promise, Buck, whatever happens,” he whispers, listening to Helen talk softly to Bruce on the other side of the sheet, “Til the end of the line, darlin’, til the end of the line.”

Bucky sniffles, trying to keep all of the emotions in as they start to bubble up again. “Til the end of the line,” he agrees softly with a small nod.

“Not to interrupt a sweet moment,” Helen’s voice suddenly becomes clear as she peeks over the edge. “I think you want to see someone.” And suddenly, there he is. A tiny little thing that’s absolutely furious; their baby screams and flails his small arms, but Bucky and Steve swear neither of them has ever seen something so beautiful.

~ Once they’re out of the operating room and resting in their own bed, Bucky can’t look away from the small boy in his arms. Steve is resting on his other side, arm tightly around his mate’s waist and one hand gently petting their little boy’s hair. “He’s beautiful,” Bucky whispers, unable to look away from the sleeping child’s face.

“He is,” Steve agrees softly. “Gets it from you,” he adds with a sappy smile. Bucky gives him a half-hearted glare before immediately returning his attention back to the boy in his arms.

“He needs a name,” he says softly, resting his head against his mate’s neck. “We never picked one…”

“You’re right,” Steve agrees softly, burying his nose in the other’s hair. “Do you have any ideas?”

He hums softly, letting his eyes slip closed for a minute as the exhaustion from the day begins to take control. “Grant,” he finally says.

“Grant?” Steve asks skeptically. “You want to give him my middle name?”

Bucky nods slightly, opening his eyes and looking back down at the small boy. “Yeah… He looks like you after all,” he points out. Steve tries to hide the smile fighting its way across his face.

“Grant James Rogers?” he offers.

Steve can feel Bucky’s smile against his neck, and he smiles wider because of it. “Perfect.”

~ Grant James Rogers is the cutest baby Bucky has ever seen. He’s got little waves in his blonde hair, and when he finally cracks his little eyes open, they’re the most beautiful shade of blue he’s ever seen. He smiles like a ray of sunshine, and he doesn’t fail to make everyone around him smile either. He is also a wonderfully easy baby. Bucky has heard from Peter about the nightmare babies can be during the night: about how they tend to wake up often and fuss and keep him and Tony each awake for several hours several times a night. Grant, however, sleeps like a log every night. Bucky has actually had to wake him up before to feed the little fella in the middle of the night, but he always goes right back to sleep as peaceful as he was earlier.

~ Steve likes to take Grant out on runs on nice weather days. Grant loves the bouncing movement of his father’s steps. He screams and giggles like mad, clapping his little tiny hands with almost every step Steve takes. Steve never minds stopping to take pictures of them together.

~ Steve has always had several sketchbooks of Bucky, but now he’s got at least ten full ones from Bucky’s pregnancy and Grant’s birth, and the little thing is only six months old.

~ His favorite drawing is of a sleeping Bucky lying on the floor, a baby bib over his chest and a sleeping Grant on top of it. Anthony and Benjamin are sleeping at Bucky’s side, and the girls are asleep on his mechanical arm. Steve can’t even deny the fact that that picture (because he’s not stupid and he knew he had to snap a picture before the opportunity disappeared) is his background and will probably always be.

~ Happy with their only child, it comes as a massive surprise when Bucky ends up pregnant again.

~ This time they have a little girl, and thankfully, it’s the smoothest of Bucky’s pregnancies thanks to Helen. Sarah Winifred Rogers is the opposite of her brother and almost exactly like Steve in personality. She’s feisty and loud, and she absolutely hates falling asleep alone.

~ On a lot of Sunday mornings, Bucky will wake up before anyone else in his family. Sarah will join him in the kitchen as he makes breakfast. She’s usually drooling all over his shoulder now that she’s sleeping in her favorite spot, and he’s got a towel there to protect himself (it doesn’t do much truthfully). Every time before breakfast is finished, little Grant is crawling out of his bed and joining him.

Grant comes in and clings to his mother’s leg, and Bucky always showers him with some kisses before telling him to take his sister to the master bedroom. Bucky follows behind with a massive tray of food. After setting the tray on the bedside table, he takes Sarah from Grant, who happily climbs on the bed and jumps on Steve until he wakes up.

They spend the morning curled up in bed together, eating and laughing and merely enjoying their family time. Sunday quickly becomes Steve’s favorite day of the week.

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 6 years

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Flames of Desire

Chapter Two

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Dad!Loki Laufeyson x OFC, Astrid Laufeyson | Word Count: 4735 Warnings: fluff, smexy, angst

If there was one thing Loki was good at, it was patience. He had eons of time to live and learn and study, so rushing to judgment was not something he did.

In that way, he sat back and watched Alexa. He watched her with his daughter. He watched her with the team. He even watched her when she was unaware he was watching.

She settled in, grew close with Stark and Banner. She intrigued the Captain and Barnes for she was completely different from any woman they'd ever known. Lang spoke her language when it came to engineering, and Wilson hit on her without mercy only to be denied. Alexa called him Birdboy, amusing Barnes to no end.

She was friendly with Wanda and Natasha, but apparently more comfortable with the men. Vision was taken with her, her talented mind fascinating to him, and though he wasn't around as often as he used to be, Clint had discovered Alexa was proficient with a bow. Something another of her relatives had taught her.

But it was Peter and Astrid she bonded with, and Loki whom she teased.

He enjoyed the nights she had them over and was almost convinced she truly meant no harm when small incidents began happening.

Nothing malicious, just… interesting.

In February when everyone began making doe eyes at each other and preparing for the love fest the humans called Valentine's Day, Alexa retreated. She became reclusive, avoiding movie and game night, and spent much time alone. Her clothing grew progressively heavier. The sweatshirts and hoodies getting thicker and baggier until they hid her frame completely. She wore sunglasses on even the cloudiest of days claiming headaches and migraines plagued her and avoided physical contact with people.

But it wasn't until the day Daniel and Maria, both from research and development, two of the people making the biggest and most disgusting display of affection toward each other, got into a full-blown screaming match that the strangest thing happened.

Alexa knew them well having worked with them for weeks and was drawn to the fight no different than the others who had turned into spectators as the couple shouted at each other. After a moment’s contemplation, she walked between them and placed her hand on each chest.

“Petty disagreements mean nothing if you love each other. You do love each other, don't you?” Alexa asked, peering at first one and then the other over the top of her glasses.

Loki was certain he was the only one who noticed when the azure of her eyes glowed pink, for within moments Daniel and Maria were clinging to each other, apologies falling from their lips as Alexa pulled her hood farther forward and slumped away.

Then, a day before Valentine's, she retreated to her room and refused to come out. She was ill, she said. A fever and chest cold. She didn't want anyone else getting sick, so she locked the door and denied everyone access.

Loki didn't believe it for a moment, especially as he’d watched her rebuke three male callers and one female when they'd expressed interest in a Valentine's date only the day before by telling them she already had plans.

That night he waited until Astrid slept before cloaking himself and shifting himself to Alexa’s room. Being of two minds, suspicious and concerned, he used the excuse of checking on her welfare as his reason for invading her privacy should he, somehow, be caught in the act.

At first, he found nothing amiss until he inhaled and the scent of wildflowers nearly knocked him to his knees. It was heady, heavenly. Sweet and rich and intoxicating. It was like a drug and filled him with desire.

But then, the quiet sound of distress hit him, and he turned toward her bedroom. He'd sworn he wouldn't invade her inner chamber, that was going too far, but hearing her cry did strange things to his heart.

What he saw through the open door did strange things to the rest of him. Alexa was changed before his eyes. He could not see her face, but the tumble of flame-bright hair which usually flowed down her spine had become the pale pink of a maiden’s first blush and the silver of a full moon’s beam. A pure white shift had replaced the black of her clothing, and she lay curled away from him on her bed, sniffling and sobbing.

He hated it. Hated whatever pain had caused her to fall into this state and was but moments away from going to her when he remembered he was not supposed to be there at all.

Instead, he sent the smallest trickle of magic toward her to her to push her tumultuous mind into dreams, then left as swiftly as he’d arrived.

He did not see her sit up and whip around to scan her room with fear now darkening her azure eyes.

***

Once Valentine's day passed, everything returned to normal. Or as normal as could be expected in a compound full of superheroes. Alexa burst forth from her room, her hair the vibrant fireball of before, her smile wide, and band shirts back on display.

She said nothing about her “cold”, but Loki could not forget. He could not forget the sound of her anguish, nor the scent of her, nor the color of her hair. Not when he’d gone back to his suite and was forced to take himself in hand and relieve the ache in his loins like a youth of a thousand years.

He chalked it up to having been without a sexual partner since before Astrid became his life and not the sudden deep-seated desire he was feeling for the fire wench.

No. Not fire wench.

For Alexa. He could no longer hold disdain for her because of her abilities with fire. He was far too intrigued by her instead. But still, he had to be sure of her motives before he let these emotions get the best of him.

A few weeks later, he was presented with his opening. It was near the end of March when he found himself tasked with an assignment. Infiltrate a suspected Hydra fundraiser, upload a virus to the second-floor laptop, and get out without getting caught.

Child’s play.

But…

He turned to face Stark and Rogers. “I wish Alexa to accompany me.”

“Pardon?” Steve blinked at him.

“Captain, you know how I hate repeating myself,” Loki huffed.

“Why?” Steve asked instead.

Loki decided to be deliberately obtuse. “I find it aggravating when people do not listen the first time.”

“No. Why do you want a partner?”

He held back his smirk. “Because I do.”

“But Natasha usually goes when you need back up. Why Alexa?”

“She is unknown in the field and will not require a Halo, so there is less chance of discovery. What little tweaking her disguise might need, I can provide.”

“You hate having a partner,” Stark muttered.

Loki rolled his eyes. “You are asking me to walk into a black tie event without an escort. It will seem suspicious if I go alone, and I cannot be worried about maintaining an illusion when I am busy elsewhere, holding my own glamor, and dealing with your confounded technology.” He no longer had an issue understanding Midgardian technology, but he refused to allow anyone to know it. Complaining was part and partial to the fun of his job.

Stark looked at the Captain and shrugged. “She’s been itching to get out of the lab. Might be a good trial run. We know Laufeyson won’t let anything happen to Astrid’s new favorite person.”

Loki huffed a snort and walked away. “I would never allow harm to come to my partner. Even if that person were you, Stark,” he quipped.

“Ha! We all know you like me,” Stark called out.

Loki waved a dismissive hand. “I will inform Alexa of her involvement.”

“I can do that,” Steve offered.

“It will be simpler if I do it. We can discuss her role in the event.” Loki walked away without further comment, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart.

As the fundraiser was in Paris, they would need to leave early and be away for a few days. He would make arrangements for Astrid to stay with Natasha while he was away. But first… Alexa.

Loki made his way through the compound outside to the shop Stark had built to house the forge Alexa had talked him into building. The woman could do amazing things with metal and flames, but Tony had gotten tired of the fire alarms going off every time she heated something to red hot. This way, she could work, Stark got his hands on the fruit of her labors, and Alexa was happily playing with fire in her forge.

At the door, Loki paused and pressed the buzzer. She tended to send fire winging through the air, and he had no desire to get burned by walking in at the wrong moment. It took a few seconds before she arrived to pull the door open. Heat billowed out past her causing Loki to flinch and cool himself substantially.

“Loki. To what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked, leaning against the door jam and crossing her arms.

As she was in the smallest tank top he’d ever seen, the action lifted her lush breasts to swell above the collar. Her azure eyes were bright, the pleasure she took in her work evident. Sweat made her skin glisten, her tattoos colorful as always. Soot and ash darkened the flesh of her arms and that of her legs, bare below the hem of the tiny shorts she had on.

He’d once questioned the sanity of that action, wearing such little clothing to work in the heat and flames. Of course, it only amounted to amusement on her part when she’d rolled a flame over her knuckles without comment.

“I am going on assignment.”

“Ah,” she hummed and walked back into her shop. “Do you want me to watch Astrid while you’re gone?”

“That would be impossible as you will be accompanying me.”

She stopped dead in her tracks. “I’m sorry, what?”

Distracted by her legs, he hummed softly before finding her watching him, her brow arched in amusement. Had he been anyone else, he would have blushed for getting caught, but Loki was not so easily rattled. “The mission requires an escort. I need, hm… what is the term Lang uses? Ah, arm candy.”

This time both brows lifted as she gaped at him in shock, and apparently, some insult. “I beg your pardon?”

Loki flicked his wrist to cool the room as he made his way closer. “Did you or did you not wish to… stretch your Avenger wings?”

“Well, yeah. But arm candy? Loki, come on!” she huffed, pulling metal hair sticks from the knot which held her wild mane off her neck and sent it tumbling down her back.

“You may be playing the part, Alexa, but it is still a SHIELD-sanctioned operation. I need assistance, and I am asking for yours.”

She blinked at him for a moment before a slow smile spread across her face. She took a step his way and shook out her hair so it swirled around in waves and curls. “So you want me to be your arm candy?”

When she stood but inches from him, Loki shrugged, reached out, and lifted a handful of her hair. “I will have to do something about this, though. It is rather,” he slowly shifted his gaze to her eyes, “memorable.”

Alexa tsked softly. “Really, frosty? You think I can’t change my own hair?” She rolled her eyes and ran hands full of flames through it. “Better?”

Dark burgundy, nearly blood red in places. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t what he was used to. Nor was it the pale blush and silver of Valentine’s day. Again he took a handful and rubbed it between his fingers. “This will do.”

She grinned and spun away, her hair returning to the flames and fire of before. “So, where are we going? What are we doing? Who are we taking out?”

“We are going to Paris.”

Her face paled. “Why?”

She seemed terrified. Loki followed her and took her by the hand, disliking the look on her face intensely. “Alexa? What is it?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. Bad memories.”

They were more than merely bad. Loki could practically feel the fear pour from her. “I can ask Natasha if you prefer to sit this one out?”

“Don’t you dare!” she snapped. “It’s fine. It’s only a city. I will be fine.”

“Alexa.” Loki tugged at her hand and pulled her toward him. “Is there something I should know before going to Paris?”

“Nothing important.”

The lie rolled smoothly off her tongue, but she didn't fool him.

“I trust you will have my back on this assignment.”

“Of course, Loki. After all, I’m just there to look pretty,” she quipped and smiled, but it was sharp, and the scent of her fire and brimstone smoldered in his nose.

Again she pulled at him like she had that fateful Valentine's night. Before he could consider his actions, he took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up to his. “I would not ask for you if I did not think you capable.” She stared up at him with her mouth slightly open. “Your brief is in your room. Learn it. I will see to the rest. Be prepared to be gone for a minimum of three days.”

Loki released her face and turned away, wondering if choosing her for this was a mistake. He’d only taken three steps when he was enveloped from behind by her arms, followed swiftly by the contact of her body against his back.

“Thank you for trusting me,” she breathed against his spine.

He closed his hands over hers, a pang of emotions he couldn’t decipher aching in his chest. “Trust is earned, Alexa,” Loki said softly before pulling her hands away and striding out the door.

She had to stop lying to him to earn it fully.

***

Alexa started out the window at the view of Paris and the Eiffel Tower in all its splendor as Loki, looking nothing like himself, tipped the bellhop and sent him on his way.

It had been a whirlwind moment since late last night when they’d quietly boarded a private plane to jet their way to France for their mission. Once on board, they’d sat to go over the plan a final time.

They would be posing as a couple, Thomas Byron and Virginia Collins. Thomas was, apparently, an alias Loki had been cultivating for years, one of old money. He did his fair share of spending and philanthropy, at least on paper, and was known as generous but reclusive. Though raised in London to an early age, he’d moved with his family to America at ten where the family had been struck by tragedy, leaving Thomas an orphan, albeit a wealthy one. He’d grown up under the tutelage of nannies and bordering schools, finishing at Eaton where he developed his love for English literature. He collected books of rare quality, paintings of eclectic tastes, and traveled extensively around the world, working with not for profit organizations in every field from medical care to clean water.

As Loki had put it, Thomas was a good man but a bit of a bore.

When he did attend an event, gala or fundraiser of this nature, it was almost always solo, or the woman on his arm - usually Natasha in disguise - had a different name and face each time. This time, however, he wanted her along, and though she still wasn’t sure just why that was, Alexa wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth. She’d wanted out of the lab, and now she was.

The event they were infiltrating was one raising funds for clean water programs in Africa, but really was a front for Hydra financing. The big wigs and mucky mucks could donate large sums, and no one looked too hard at their ‘charitable donation’.

However, it appeared someone had been digging into Thomas’s background with a bit too much vigor, for now, Loki was under scrutiny in his guise. Too many of these fundraisers had come with SHIELD investigations attached when he’d attended previously.

Initially, Loki had gone in as Thomas, transferred his donation electronically, and SHIELD had followed the path the money took from there. This time, with suspicion already on Thomas, they were going to go in through a backdoor on Philippe D’Amour’s server. He was the money man for Hydra as far as they could tell, but he was too slippery to have ever done anything to have him detained. The best they could hope for was a surgical strike directly at the heart of Hydra’s funds.

If they happened to find other damnable evidence against D’Amour at the same time, so much the better.

Alexa would be playing the part of current fling to the wealthy English bachelor. Virginia Collins and Thomas had met when he’d arrived at her Doctor’s Without Borders camp in Uzbekistan, and he’d followed her home to America when she��d firmly rebuffed his advances while abroad.

Once back on familiar soil, she’d finally given in and agreed to a date with the charming rake. Thomas had swept her off her feet, and at the time she’d still been on sabbatical for a few more months after her experiences abroad, he’d convinced her to travel the world with him until she grew bored. Six months later, they were still together and flying into Paris to attend this fundraiser in support of clean water for all.

Still a little shocked at the depth of their backstory, Alexa had been flicking through her new social media profile created by Friday when Loki stood and excused himself. She’d been staring in awe at the life she wasn’t living when Loki, no longer himself, returned from the back of the jet.

He’d damn near given her a heart attack for she’d thought someone else had appeared on board. A somewhat tricky feat at thirty thousand feet above the Earth and somewhere over the Atlantic.

A short crop hair of messy gold curls had replaced his long dark locks. His skin had taken on a distinctly darker tan, and the eyes of green she found so appealing had become a stunning crystal clear blue, enhanced by the blue suit and crisp white shirt he now wore.

His quip of, “Close your mouth, darling,” had her teeth clicking together.

He looked hot. Scratch that for he always looked hot, but where before he’d been dark and broodingly sexy, Astrid’s incredibly good looking papa, now he was movie star - let me sweep you off your feet and make you moan my name while I screw you in my trailer between takes - hot!

Then he’d smiled, and it was the same as always, dispelling a little of the illusion and allowing her to breathe again.

“So, should I call you Thomas or Tom?” she’d asked, getting up to take a closer look.

“Either is acceptable, though if you wish to add to the mystique of our, hmm, relationship, you could always say you save Thomas for the bedroom,” he purred.

She’d refused to acknowledge the sizzle of heat in her belly. “I may just do that… Thomas.”

“You’re new clothes await beyond. Best get used to them now.”

He’d waved her off with a chuckle, and thus she found herself in cream-colored dress pants and a cashmere sweater in eggplant purple, wearing a pair of heels so tall she’d gained three inches, bringing her forehead about even with his chin.

When the plane had landed, they’d been shown to a waiting car which had brought them to the posh Hotel Plaza Athénée on the prestigious avenue Montaigne. Thomas, ever the gentleman, had assisted her from the car, tucked her possessively into his side, and escorted her through the doors of the Hotel with such confidence, Alexa would have thought they really were a couple.

There had been no waiting in line in the lobby. The manager had welcomed Loki as if he saw the God of Mischief every day, and escorted them without preamble up to their suite.

The Royal Suite.

It was an apartment with four bedrooms and four bathrooms each equipped with a Jacuzzi and a steam room. She’d counted. The wardrobe and two separate dressing rooms were bigger than her apartment back at the compound. There was a kitchen, dining room, and two living rooms, as well as the balconies which seemed to surround the entire suite, giving them stunning views of the tree-lined street and the Eiffel Tower.

It was beautiful but ridiculous for just the two of them to occupy for what should only be three days.

She tuned back into the conversation in time to hear Loki tell Marcel, the day manager of the hotel, they would require the Signature Eiffel Suite’s terrace for a private dinner that night, with pre-drinks in Le Cave, also to remain private.

Marcel flinched before nodding. “Time, Monsieur Byron?”

“Seven for drinks, Eight for dinner. You know the menu I prefer.” Loki dismissed him with a waved hand.

“When we heard you would be arriving so early, we took the liberty of setting out breakfast for you and the lovely mademoiselle on the terrace as soon as your car arrived.” Marcel motioned toward the doors closest to Alexa who peered out onto the balcony.

“How nice,” she said softly, smiling for both the manager and Loki. “I could use a coffee.”

“Merci, Marcel. That will be all for now,” Loki said graciously.

“Monsieur.” He gave a short bow and left swiftly.

Alexa stepped out of her shoes with a heavy sigh. “I thought he’d never leave.”

“Indeed,” Loki hummed.

She reached for the handle of the terrace door only to find herself pressed bodily against the window panes, Loki wedged up against her in a rather suggestive embrace.

“Are you really so thirsty for your coffee, my little yank, or could I interest you in a tumble before breakfast,” he breathed against her cheek. “I’ve been dying to have you again since the plane… Virginia.”

Alexa was halfway between seriously turned on and flipping confused when the false name registered. “Here, Thomas? What if someone sees?”

“Come now. Did I not have you on the balcony at the Peninsula in Chicago? No one noticed then.”

His voice was sinful, wicked and sexy in her ear, doing things to her body she hadn’t know possible. Alexa wasn’t one to get lost in the drug of desire, but right now, she could feel it pulse through her body like a lick of fire.

“It was dark then, Thomas. And my dress hid much when I sat on your lap.” If he wanted to play with fire, she’d gladly singe him a little. “Maybe you should take me to the bedroom.”

He growled, and the shiver it sent through her body was not contrived. “But which one, sweet Virginia? Or should we test them all?”

His hands were running up and down her sides now, snaking beneath her sweater and climbing dangerously close to her breasts. She whimpered and sucked in a breath. “All, definitely all!” she moaned and shoved away from the doors to turn and face him.

Hot hands went to her bottom and lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around Loki's waist and arms around his neck. His blue eyes were slowly turning green, and Alexa knew it wasn’t all an act on his part. He wanted her, really wanted her.

She buried her hands in his crop of golden curls and tugged, baring his throat for her teeth which she attacked with vigor.

He snarled a sharp, “Fuck!” and slammed her back into the closest wall where he dragged her hands from his hair and pinned them above her head. Then, he ravaged her mouth. There were no other words for the vicious attack of his tongue and lips and teeth, taking and drinking and stealing the air from her lungs.

He tasted like winter. Like frost and the snowflakes she'd caught on her tongue as a child. He even smelled of it, crisp, cold air. But beneath it, around it, through it, she could smell her own smoldering desire in hot flames and the crackle of wood fire. It made her think of winter cabins, snowed in with the fire blazing, while he had her on the bearskin rug before the flames.

“Oh, god!” she cried when he broke his assault to let her breathe.

“I got them,” he panted, resting his forehead on hers.

Alexa could only blink in confusion. “What?”

“The cameras and recorders. I got them all. Sorry, it took so long.”

“Oh… oh, right.” She felt like an idiot as she released him from the tight grip of his thighs and he let go of her hands. Her feet thunked to the ground when he stepped back. "All an act."

"The cameras are now under my control, and they will see only what I want them to see, but they are likely watching the hotel as well."

"I see." Her knees wobbled but held as she brushed past him on her way toward the master suite.

“Alexa?” he called softly. “Are you alright?”

“Fine. Everything’s fine.” But she didn’t dare turn around to show him the intense red of her cheeks or the tears which threatened. “I’m going to have a bath seeing as how we're supposed to be occupied for the next hour or so. Do a girl a favor and magic her some coffee to go with her bubbles, won’t you?” Especially as he was leaving her high and dry, clearly not inclined to finish what he’d started.

“Of course,” he said quietly. “Take an hour. Then we’ll go out.”

“Out?” she called, striding into the suite the hotel considered the ‘master’.

“Shopping. It’s Paris, and we are staying in the center of the French fashion district. It is expected. Besides, Stark is paying. So we will see and be seen, and play tourist as I show my lovely guest a good time.”

“Well,” Alexa forced a smile, “if Tony’s buying, how could I say no?” She shut the door to the bathroom and leaned heavily against it.

She was so screwed. Three days with the object of her affection playing the attentive boyfriend was going to kill her. Especially knowing just what kind of dynamite resided inside that sexy as hell suit.

“Shades of Olympus… kill me now,” she whimpered and went to run a bath.

***

Loki waited only until the door shut before turning on his heels to march into another bedroom and closed the door to his own bath. He divested himself of his clothing with a thought and stepped beneath the icy spray of the shower, but it was of no avail.

Once again she’d left him hard and so fucking aroused it took no more than a dozen strokes of his hand and the scent of her fire and wildflowers burning in his nose to have him spilling his seed against the stone wall.

“Norns take me,” he hissed softly. “She will be my death.”

He wanted her with every fiber of his being, but until he figured out what it was she was hiding, what lies she kept protecting, he didn’t dare give in. He couldn’t take it if he trusted her to that extent only to find out she’d played him. He wouldn’t survive the betrayal intact, and he must be intact to comfort his daughter should Alexa prove herself a traitor.

But Flames of Valhalla he wanted her.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever get the taste of her out of his mouth. Spicy heat and soothing warmth.

She tasted like love felt.

How was that even possible?

Closing his eyes, Loki let the spray wash over him and prayed it would return the ice around his heart Alexa had begun melting months ago.

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Avengers Stranded: Forest- Chapter 3

☰ This chapter is part of a multiple chapter story, if you haven’t started reading from the beginning please go here and begin reading from the beginning of the story.

Now that you were getting answers your head was reeling and you were beginning to get pieces of information but no way to connect the things you knew to the new things you were learning. But you knew you couldn’t just go back to your life without knowing what had happened to you during that space of time that you couldn’t remember, and you had a feeling they weren’t just going to let you walk away without getting answers either.

“Look it’ll be alright.” Clint offered seeming to sense your distress, he put his hand on your shoulder in a reassuring way. “We can figure things out and make them right.” He assured.

You stayed quiet trying to comprehend things but your mind was racing and you felt anxiety bubbling up inside you and though you tried to keep yourself together you felt tears beginning to prick your eyes.

“Hey! Don’t worry it’s going to be okay.” He claimed, and with that you snapped back to reality and looked over at him for a moment before raising your hand and wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Don’t freak out.” He said in a slightly joking tone almost like he was testing the waters on how you’d respond to humor in your situation.

“I’m not freaking out.” You sighed, “It’s just a lot to take in.” you admitted.

“How can I not remember the last 5 months?” you questioned not really expecting or wanting an answer but just talking out loud.

“It’s going to be okay, we can fi-“ he began but you cut him off,

“It’s NOT okay!” you shouted stomping your foot and Clint flinched a little before you looked down and realized you had cracked the floor and you were shocked, glancing back up at Clint he looked just as surprised.

“T-that’s not.” You began to try to explain but couldn’t.

“Okay, it’s not okay.” Clint said calmly clearly not wanting to escalate things or argue with you.

“No, no, I’m sorry.” You apologized quickly not even sure why you were apologizing,

“That’s uh.. never happened before.” You admitted

“I’d hope not, retiling your floor would get expensive.” He joked but kept a serious face,

“Trust me, that’s never happened before.” You insisted.

“How about we keep it from happening again?” he suggested.

Before you could say another word the door to the room opened again and you turned to see Natasha again, but she had someone new with her this time. It was a tall young man with bright blue eyes and unlike Clint and Natasha he was wearing rather casual clothing, jeans a t-shirt and jacket. Which made him seem a bit more relatable to you but you were still rather hesitant and unsure about him and trusting anyone completely in your situation.

Not sure how he was going to react to you it made you keep your guard up, he entered the room and made his way towards you as Natasha stayed in the doorway leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, it didn’t seem like she warmed up to you any.

“Good to see you’re awake, how are you feeling?” he asked looking you up and down, you were surprised that he seemed so calm and polite.

“I’m okay, I think.” You admitted.

He extended his hand out to you “Steve Rogers” he said, and you hesitated before shaking his hand, “I’m _______.” You offered trying yet again to be polite with another stranger.

“Look, I really think she is experiencing some kind of memory loss.” Clint said in a serious tone seeming to be on your side about things and you truly were thankful for that.

Steve seemed to acknowledge what Clint was saying,

“Do you have any memory of how you got here?” he asked, seeming awfully curious about you.

“I really wish I did.” You suggested, “But I don’t I don’t know you guys and I’ve never even heard of the Avengers before.” You explained.

“And that’s not because of the memory loss, I don’t remember even hearing if the Avengers before.” You explained further.

“Where are you from?” he asked,

“Look it has nothing to do with where I’m from.” You suggested.

“She’s right,” Clint admitted,

“The name Avengers are pretty well known world wide by now.” He suggested.

“What are you getting at?” Steve asked not seeming to understand what he was suggesting.

“I just mean nothing about this makes any sense.” Clint said plainly, “It’s not just that she doesn’t seem to be from around here, but like she’s from another time or planet.” He added.

“So what are you suggesting? That she’s a time traveler?” Natasha questioned sounding like she wasn’t believing the idea for a second almost mocking the very idea.

“I don’t think it’s that crazy.” Clint said looking at Steve who didn’t seem nearly as opposed to the idea.

“Even so there’s a lot we don’t know about her.” Natasha suggested.

Clint turned to look at Natasha “Well I think we have plenty of time to put the pieces together.” He explained.

You looked over at Clint rather annoyed “What?” he asked looking at you, “You already failed your finals, what else do you have to lose?” he pointed out.

“Hey.” You complained glaring at him a little even though he had a point but you didn’t want to admit it, but with 5 months gone by you knew it was better to get some answers now then rush home, which you highly doubted that was even an option at this point.

You felt you were rather in over your head at this point and didn’t get the feeling they were just going to let you leave without answers now, and even if it was possible you would rather get to the bottom of things and get answers now rather than just go on about your life.

“Are you okay with this?” Steve asked,

“Okay with what exactly?” you asked,

“I think it’s best you stay here until we can find out what happened to you and why you came here.” Steve explained, he had a very calm and relaxed attitude about the situation which you had to admit was rather calming.

“I’m sure you’d like nothing more than to go home and-“ he began to say but you cut him off instead.

“You know, that’s what I thought.” You admitted, “But now the more I’m learning I know I can’t, and I need to find out what happened over the last 5 months.” You explained.

“And I know I probably seem suspicious but I’m not an enemy.” You confessed.

“I don’t think you are, but we need to be sure.” Steve admitted.

“Alright come along.” Steve suggested motioning for you to follow him as he headed towards the door with Natasha following behind him.

“Why? Where are we going?” you asked Clint in a quieter voice.

“To get to the bottom of things, and to get you a better room.” Clint explained.

“Oh no, I’m okay here.” You suggested not wanting to cause any trouble.

“You’re in the infirmary, trust me you don’t want to stay here.” He assured as he put a hand on your back and led you along with the others.

“I guess,” you sighed, “I just want to get to the bottom of things.” You admitted.

“Have you ever had any unusual abilities?” Steve asked,

You hesitated for a moment “No, I’m just a normal girl.” You assured.

“You did crack the floor earlier, that’s normal?” Clint asked.

“Like I said that’s never happened before, I’m just a normal, average girl.” You insisted looking at Clint.

“Maybe you were.” Steve suggested as you and the others followed him down a hallway.

“You do know I’m not an enemy? Right?” you asked again just trying to clarify, feeling like suspicions of you were growing again.

“I’m not worried.” Steve said with a smile as he glanced back at you.

You were led to a rather average looking bedroom like you would see at a hotel, “Are you sure it’s okay for me to stay here?” you asked, it was strange but you almost felt like he wasn’t suspicious enough of you.

“As long as you’re not thinking of doing anything suspicious.” He claimed.

“What? Like I’d try to runaway?” you asked,

“That’d certainly count as suspicious.” He agreed.

“Well I don’t plan to.” You admitted.

“I think there’s a lot more going on here than we realize, but I don’t think you’re an enemy.” Steve explained.

Which until today you would of said he was crazy but you were beginning to believe there were things about yourself that even you weren’t aware of.

“I’m sure you’re feeling overwhelmed.” He said plainly, “Take some time to relax, maybe something else will come to mind.” He suggested.

“Thank you.” You said quickly before he could walk away.

“Don’t mention it. Just stay here and we’ll check on you later.” He said before walking out of your new bedroom and closing the door behind him, leaving you alone in your new room for now.

Even though not much time had gone by since you first woke up it certainly felt like you had been awake for days, there was so much information to take in and just trying to comprehend and understand what you had learned today was overwhelming.

But then you couldn’t help but wonder what your family and friends thought, did they think you went missing? Or maybe you spoke with them before you went missing maybe they knew more than what you did at the moment there was no knowing what happened not at this point. You wanted to be helpful in putting the pieces together but nothing was coming to you, you sat down of the edge of the bed and laid back staring at the ceiling.

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Brooklyn, Now: Chapter 5

Okay this one! Has! The! Smut!

Also this chapter is loooong. It took a while to write. I’ve been wanting to write a Steve loses his virginity piece for a long time and this is it. If you like your smut emotional and filled with angst boy is this for you.

Also if you like this please tell me because now that I’ve gotten the smut out I’m not feeling particularly motivated to finish it (the part after this is hard and sad so...)

Any way here’s other chapters.

ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.

Link to story on AO3 if ya prefer.

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The cat kept up onto Steve’s lap and nuzzled his chest, meowing softly. He had read somewhere that animals could sense distress. Or maybe it was hungry. Steve reached up to stroke the cat’s soft fur. He could feel that Kate’s eyes were still on him, pressing into him from across the living room.

“How fucked up is it that you died and then you come back and BAM! You’ve got aliens and you have to just...defend the earth. That’s...that’s a lot.”

He turned to look at her. She was earnest, fiercely so. She had what Bucky had once called “An overdeveloped sense of injustice”. He had been talking about Steve.

Steve looked down into the cat’s bright orange eyes. “It gave me something to do, honestly. I was pretty lost when I woke up and then, this was a mission. Something to live—“ he paused, shook his head a little. “Something to fight for.”

He looked up from the cat at her and saw that her eyes had filled with tears. And then, as soon as he saw them, they were gone. Maybe he had imagined them.

“You need something to fight for, huh?”

“I...I guess I do.”

A too-long moment passed as they stared into each other’s eyes. Steve felt the air in the room grow heavy with something he was frightened to name. He felt drunk, though he knew that was not possible. His thoughts were chaotic, disorganized, too fast. It was like a ride at Coney Island, all dizzying colors and bright lights.

He had decided to die, and somehow lived. Her eyes were dark and soft, like falling asleep slowly. The world was full of every possibility, and empty of everyone he had ever loved. Her hair was dark like Peggy’s. Everyone had told him to go out into the world and make a life. He was never going to see Bucky again, or dance with Peggy. A few weeks ago, he had fought an alien invasion on the streets of Manhattan. She was biting her lower lip. Bucky had told him a hundred times if he’d told him once: “If you’re not sure if you should kiss her, and she bites her lip, she’s waiting to be kissed.”

Steve stood up. “I should go. It’s late.”

Kate stood up and faced him. “Don’t.”

Steve swallowed hard. She was walking towards him. She came so close, too close. The top of her head barely reached his chin. She looked up at him, her dark eyes shining. “Don’t go.”

Steve was transported for a moment to a conversation he’d had with Tony a few days earlier. He had been contemplating the relative benefits of moving to D.C. to work with SHIELD and Tony had come in and said he had his “Old man bad memories” face on and asked him what was wrong. When Steve had explained the decision he was trying to make, Tony had laughed. “What you need isn’t a job, Cap, what you need is a date. And preferably someone who will put out.” Steve had gotten up to leave because he didn’t feel like getting teased and then Tony had said something else, something Howard had said to him when he’d asked for advice about Peggy all those years ago.

“Sometimes the best thing you can do is dive in. You can’t always be waiting for the right time and letting every slightly-less-than-right time pass you by. That’s the thing you’ll regret the most.” Steve had been aghast at finding father and son briefly occupy the same body, but he’d still felt like the advice wasn’t helpful. Except suddenly it was ringing in his mind.

He had waited three quarters of a century—longer, really, to find someone special and now he was just going to do what a couple of generations of Stark had been telling him all along. He was going to dive in.

Okay, he thought. Okay. First things First.

He reached a hand up and ran his fingers down the side of her face. Her skin was so soft. She closed her eyes. He gently, so gently, cupped her chin in his hand and leaned down. He didn’t close his eyes until he touched her lips with his own. He pressed his lips to hers, gently separating them, and then releasing. He felt her exhale, so he kissed her again, a little harder. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck, where she drew tiny circles with her fingers in his hair. He slid one hand down to her waist, pulled her closer to his body, surprised to find there was any space between them at all.

He could feel her heart beating against his chest. He pulled back ever so slightly. “Are you okay?” She nodded gently and stood on her toes to press her lips to his again. He wrapped her tiny waist in his arms and lifted her, carried her backwards towards the bedroom. Her legs wrapped around his hips, tight, squeezing, pressing. He could feel the blood rushing through his body. His stomach was tight, his head was buzzing.

He sensed it a moment too late, the cat winding its way between his legs as he walked. Fuck. He tripped, still carrying her, and twisted as he fell, trying desperately to stop himself landing on her. He landed hard on his back but managed not to smack his head against the wood. Idiot.

“Oh my god!” She was sitting on top of him, upright, her hands covering her mouth. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I tripped over the cat, sorry.” He could imagine the body-shaking laugh that this story would produce in Bucky and felt tears sting the back of his eyes.

“I’m really sorry.” He started to sit up, help her off of his lap, give up, maybe go walk around the park in the cold for a couple more hours. But she was looking at him strangely. “You sure you’re okay, Rogers?” Her voice was low. He nodded. She set her hands on his larger ones and slid them up her thighs. She pressed her hips down against him, and put one hand on his chest. She leaned down, so slowly, until her lips were an inch from his. “It’s a good thing we both have sushi breath.”

He started to laugh but found himself kissed instead. Her kiss was like a laugh, light and playful, but in his chest and stomach, something stronger and bigger was building. Under her hips, which were moving back and forth against him, he could feel his cock stiffening. He groaned a little into the kiss. She pulled away, but he didn’t even have time to worry that he’d done something wrong before her lips found his jaw, traced the edge with tiny bites and then down to his neck, where she kissed and licked and he could actual feel every rational thought emptying out of his brain like water out of a pitcher.

“Intensity and specificity of sensation will be increased” had always been one of his least favorites, but then, before now it had always, always meant pain.

“Should we move to the bed?” He had asked, clinging desperately to the last shreds of cognizance he possessed. “Why?” She asked, in that low, heavy voice. Why? Isn’t that where people have sex? Steve was bewildered but he didn’t have any room for it. She was sitting up again, and she was unzipping her dress and she was lifting it over her head, and Steve found he didn’t have room for anything that wasn’t his desperate need for her. He didn’t have room for confusion or worry. He didn’t have room for regret. He didn’t have room for sorrow.

Her body was pale, glowing in the moonlight coming through the window. She was softly curved in every place he could see or touch, anywhere he was hard and angular, she was like a pillow. She was like falling snow, or still water, or the smell of lilac on the first day of spring. Soft.

He sat up, holding her close to him, so he could kiss her. She started pulling off his t-shirt. They were kissing again, now with their skin touching. He was filled with a thirst that his mind had no idea how to quench. His fingers seemed to know though, and they made their way to the clasps on her bra, where their knowledge found its limit. Her fingers joined his and she pulled off her bra and flung it somewhere across the room. Her bare, soft chest was pressed to his. Her skin smelled like vanilla and lavender. Her hair smelled like lemons. She pulled back and his eyes found her newly exposed breasts in the silvery dim light.

“Eyesight enhanced in any lighting conditions” Thank god.

Her breasts were round, pale, heavy. They hung lower on her chest than he expected. He filled his hands with them and sighed, needing something he couldn’t or wouldn’t name. He noticed that her hands were low on his stomach, and then that they were trying to open his belt. She was at an awkward angle. She stopped, reached past him, pulled the edge of the quilt on the bed until the whole thing was in a heap on the floor, then pushed him gently backwards until his was on his back, his head now resting on the bunched quilt.

He reached down to help her with his belt, but she pushed his hands away. She shook her head gently and smiled. “You just relax” she said, and leaned down to kiss him again. He watched her as she undid his belt, his zipper, began to pull down his jeans. He laid, almost frozen, as she slid her fingers inside the waistband of his briefs. She looked up at him. “Okay?”

She was biting her lip again. Steve nodded, fully unable to form words. She pulled his briefs down, off. They disappeared into the darkness of the room. He watched her look at his erection for a moment. Her eyes were soft and dark, and there was something electric in the way she looked at it, a light in her eyes. She moved towards it, and looked deep into Steve’s eyes as she slipped it into her mouth.

Jesus Christ.

Her mouth was warm and wet, and like every other part of her, soft. She slid her tongue over and under his penis as she moved her lips further down his length. She moaned, so quiet he almost didn’t hear it. Steve realized he was holding his breath. She slid back up and took just the head in her mouth, stroking the shaft, now slick, with her hand. She pressed her tongue against his head and licked him like a ten cent cone. Steve breathed in sharply, letting it out in a long groan. His core shuddered. She smiled.

She licked one side of his shaft all the way down and up again, then the other side. Steve tried not to close his eyes. He felt the way you feel when you’re going up a big hill on a roller coaster. He knew the drop was coming, that swooping sensation, the fear and the thrill and the loss of control. He tried to look down at her as she swirled her tongue in circles around his head. One of her hands reached up and gently squeezed his balls, and that was it.

His head was buzzing, ringing white light that smelled like lemons and lavender and vanilla. His body was only the sensation of his release, the heat and then the sudden cold, the tingling in his thighs and feet and shoulder blades. He felt removed from the weight and reality of his own body, for a moment, released. Free.

He came down slowly, opened his eyes. She was there, so beautiful, wiping her face. She squinted at him in the dark. “You know it’s considered polite to warn a lady before you come in her mouth.” Fuck. “I’m so sorry, Kate, I...”

She laughed lightly, wiping the corner of her mouth. “It’s not a big deal. Besides. I know how you’re gonna make it up to me.”

She smiled mischievously at him and he could see her eyes sparkling. Her whole form was surrounded with a halo of hazy light now. Can I die for you? Is that it? Because I’ll do it. He waited for instruction.

She leaned down towards him, kissed him. Her lips were salty. She was turning him, pulling him on top of her. He kissed her again a little harder. Her hands were on his shoulders and she gave him a gentle push. He kissed her neck, the shimmer of sweat on her collarbone, the swell of her breast, her hard, wrinkled nipple. He pulled it into his mouth, pushed it around with his tongue as his lips spread to take in more of the smooth skin of her breast. He heard her clipped moan from above. Her hand found the top of his head and gave another gentle push. He slid lower, kissing her soft, rounded stomach. He kept kissing lower, pressed his lips to her skin, just above the lacy edge of her underwear.

He slid lower, kissed the fullness of her pale thighs, squeezing them, delighting in the way his fingers sank into her. She arched her hips up towards him and something in his brain finally clicked. “Uh...you want me to...” He gestured a little awkwardly at the dark fabric between her thighs.

“Is that...okay?” She seemed a little nervous.

“It’s...I just don’t know what I’m doing.” His shoulders dropped apologetically.

“I’ll tell you what to do. I bet you’ll be a natural.” she was smiling at him, and the halo of light was back, making him feel weightless.

He nodded, reached up and began to slowly pull her underwear down, over her soft skin and a small patch of dark curly hair, and then over her thighs (he loved those, he went slowly) and down over her calves and feet. He returned to this last, secret space. He looked up at her. She was biting her lip.

“If she’s biting her lip, she wants to be kissed.”

He lowered his head, placed a kiss near that dark hair, gently. He heard her exhale, tight, heavy. Almost a whimper. He kissed the insides of her thighs, which trembled a little. He kissed the place below the curly hair where the cleft in her skin began and she whimpered in earnest. He kissed a little harder and felt the folds begin to separate beneath his lips. He slid a finger between them. “God, Steve, yes” Low and heavy. Needy.

He pulled the folds apart with his hands and found her pink and glistening within. He pressed his mouth against her, opened it, slid his tongue up and down. He tasted something sweet and heavy, almost like smoke. He breathed her in. He licked her. His tongue found her entrance and she gasped. His tongue found a hard round bud and her whole body began to shake. “Steve. please” barely vocalized, just pure sensation. He could recognize it. It’s how he had felt a few moments ago.

He moved his tongue and lips around the bud, holding her shaking thighs. His cock was hard again, against the cold wooden floor. “Steve, put your fingers inside me” Her voice was quiet but desperate. He recognized that too. He slid a finger to the entrance he had discovered earlier and pressed in slowly, gently. He could feel her slick, muscular walls squeezing against his finger. He added another and his erection throbbed.

He felt her take a deep breath and hold it. Her encouragement did not stop with her lack of vocalization. She gripped his hair, pulling his head closer, her heavy thighs (God he loved them) starting to press in on the sides of his head. He was deaf with their weight on his ears. His eyes were shut tight. He could perceive only the taste of her and the smell of her and the feeling of her all around him. His world was nothing but her body, shuddering on the verge of climax.

When she came, he could hear her cry like he was underwater, through the crush of her thighs on his face. He could feel it flow through her body. He felt her shaking and her grip on his hair tightened and then disappeared. He continued to kiss and suck and stroke, kept sliding his fingers into her and out again. His cock was so hard it was aching now, leaking onto the floor. His hands wanted to be everywhere at once, her thick thighs, her warm cunt, his hard dick, her smooth breasts, her mouth, her hair, her face. He was nothing but want.

Her hand returned to his hair, he felt her breathe in deeply again, her legs tensing, her foot, on his back, arching painfully. He pressed his tongue and fingers into her more forcefully, and she came again, shaking and crying something that sounded like his name.

He kept kissing, but now the hand that had slackened on his hair was pulling him up, her legs falling away to the side. “Steve, c’mere”

He slid his body up hers, never losing contact for a second. He could see that halo of light, expanding and contracting with her breaths. She was pulsing, glowing. She pulled him up until they were face to face. He wiped his chin. She kissed him deeply. She was breathless, flushed. Her face was so open, her cheeks red with effort, her eyes dark with passion. She kissed him and he felt her hand close around his aching erection. She wrapped her free arm around his back and pulled him close, guiding him into her. He let her show him the way. He took a breath and held it.

Pushing inside her, feeling her squeezing him, her body warm under him, around him. She moved her legs, he could feel the angle shift. He pumped slowly, he let his body do everything. He let his body, the body that science had given him (and whatever was left of the tiny, lonely man inside) do all the work. He let his body pursue the needs it had for so long been forced to ignore.

The doubts had fled his mind. The word doubt had no relevance to him.

He looked down at her beautiful, moonlit face. The idea of regret had vanished. He could never regret her. He felt the halo of light that surrounded her was finding its way around him. He felt that they were joined in a pool of soft, warm, pulsing light.

As he pushed deeper into her, he looked into her eyes, those wells into which he had feared so greatly to plummet. And he just...dived in.

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Can’t Help Falling In Love - Ch. 24

Can't Help Falling In Love Chapter 24 - A Steve x OFC fanfiction

author: jrubalcaba

featuring: OFC Evelyn “Evie” Rogers x Steve Rogers

word count: 5296 words

rating: PG

warnings: cussing, fighting

A/N: credit to @suz-123 for the character of Alice and thanks to @celeb-fess for being my beta!

After Bucky and Alice had found out about me (finally!) being pregnant, Steve and I decided to keep it a secret. I was 14 weeks along when we found out, but we wanted to make sure that everything was going well with Baby Rogers before we told the rest of the Team.

A couple days after Steve’s birthday, he and I went back to see Helen’s colleague, Dr. Kevin Davidson privately, not telling anyone except Bucky and Alice. He ran a few tests, just to make sure that I was getting enough nutrients in my system and that BR (Baby Rogers) was getting enough from me. We also got to get an ultrasound done, so we got to see our baby and hear its heartbeat.

Finding out that he was going to be a father made him tear up, but hearing his child’s heartbeat turned Steve into a sobbing mess. I’ll admit that I cried too, but he was openly weeping when the most beautiful sound in the world came on over the speaker. Dr. Davidson had stepped out of the room to give us a few moments to enjoy hearing our baby’s incredibly strong heart pound away. We left that day with a picture, giddy with absolute joy. The doctor tried to see what gender the baby was, but all we were able to see is that the baby had Steve’s perfect nose.

Then, came the bad news.

Our wonderful Doctor felt that since it had taken longer than it should have to get pregnant, and that I am not enhanced in anyway, I was considered high risk and should be put on bed rest for the duration of my pregnancy. He was concerned that since this child was half super soldier, I would be under greater stress than Alice was under, and that was with her ‘abilities’. I was in partial agreement, but I did point out that our baby was also half un-enhanced, so it couldn’t be nearly as bad, right?

Oh, how wrong I was.

I was still having trouble keeping food down without the Zofran, so I had to keep taking it every day. On top of that, it made me incredibly sleepy, so I was barely able to keep my eyes open. Dr. Davidson had told us that I would feel rundown, and Steve attributed my exhaustion to the baby, not the medication.

It was a couple weeks after Steve's birthday party, and I was hanging out in the living room with Becca. Alice and Bucky haven’t had time to themselves since she was born, so I told them that I would watch her while they had a date night. Steve was out running a few laps with Hunter and Howie, so I had snuck downstairs with her.

Why did I have to sneak out? Because Steve has turned into an almighty dictator.

From the moment we got home from seeing Dr. Davidson, Steve wasted no time in telling, no demanding, that I stay in bed all day, every day. I tried my best to argue, but Alice and Bucky backed him up, especially Alice. I understood where she was coming from, but no one was listening to what I was saying.

That wasn’t even the worst part.

Steve felt that in addition to being in bed all day, I shouldn’t be bothered by anyone at all. Which meant that I literally only saw him throughout the day when he was bringing me food or when he was going to bed. He tried to keep Bucky, Alice and Becca from seeing me, but Alice wasn’t having that. She knew how horrid isolation could be, especially after her time in the lab, so she would sneak Becca up to see me. After what I had put her through while she was pregnant, I thought she would go along with Steve’s demands, but I’m glad she didn’t.

Becca was playing with her toys on the floor when I heard the backdoor open, followed by the sound of dog nails clicking on the hardwood.

Uh oh.

Hunter came in and laid down on the floor next to his little sister, while Howie came over and sat next to my feet. I scratched his head as the sound of a water bottle crinkling reached my ears. I slowly looked over my shoulder and met the unforgiving gaze of my husband.

“Hi babe,” I squeaked, swallowing thickly. He took a deep breath before letting it out in a huff, walking over to stand on the other side of the couch from me.

“You’re not in bed,” he snapped, crossing his arms. I went to stand up when he put his hand out to stop me. “No, don’t get up. You’ve already moved enough.” He walked over and stood in front of me, anger radiating off of him.

“Steve, come on. I’m still capable of moving around. I don’t need to stay in bed all day,” I retorted as he glared down at me.

“I don’t fucking care,” he snarled. “You are supposed to be resting and growing our baby.” He took another deep breath to calm himself before continuing. “Against my better judgement, you, Alice and Bucky got me to agree with you watching Becca for them. My stipulation was that you would stay in bed, but the moment I leave the house, you go against that and come downstairs!” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, and I kinda felt bad.

Kinda.

“Steve, I can’t do this anymore!” When he looked at me in confusion, I went on. “I can’t spend any longer up there. I’m going crazy!” I struggled to get to my feet, my anguish quickly being replaced by anger. “You’ve turned me into a prisoner in my own home, Steve! I can’t take it anymore!” The ongoing isolation had finally come to a head. I wasn’t sure if it was hormones or just my mind losing it after being locked up, but I started crying. Not just a few tears, but full-on weeping.

Becca chose to start fussing at that moment as well, which I barely registered through my tears. Howie, sensing that I was distraught, immediately jumped into defense mode, getting between me and Steve, growling and baring his teeth. Hunter, realizing that both his little sister and I were in distress, leapt up, snarling too. Steve froze, not knowing what to do. I was suddenly overcome with a jolt of pain so intense I couldn’t breathe, causing me to sink to my knees.

“Oww!” I shouted, holding my side as I felt my baby move for the first time. Steve was at my side in an instant, only to be bitten by Howie.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? I'm your dad, remember?” Both dogs kept a defensive stance in front of me, staring Steve down while he held his arm. “Fine, I'll stand over here by the wall. Happy now, assholes?” He stomped over to the wall, glowering at the dogs. The pain finally subsided enough for me to reach down and pick Becca up.

“Sweetheart are you okay?” I cooed as I rocked her. She began to calm down, batting her big blue eyes at me and pouting her lips. “Becca I’m so sorry baby.” I felt terrible for making her cry.

“What the fuck is going on?” I heard from the kitchen. Alice came rushing to me and grabbed her daughter, while Bucky stood in the doorway looking from Steve to the dogs and I. “What the hell happened to you, dude?” Steve huffed before explaining.

“Evie and I got into an argument. She started to cry and so did Becca, so both dogs jumped to their defense. I mistakenly thought that Howie wouldn’t bite me when I went to Evie, but he did.” He walked into the kitchen to clean his arm, Bucky following him to help. Alice turned to me, and I tensed, waiting for her to yell at me for making Becca cry.

“What were you arguing about?” she asked, patting Becca’s back. I looked up at her, scared to say anything.

“I was telling Steve that I couldn’t take being locked up in our bedroom 24/7. He was mad that I had come down here with Becca instead of staying upstairs.” Tears began to fall again as I thought about my niece crying on the floor. “Alice, I’m so sorry.” She looked at me, shock plain as day on her face.

“What are you sorry for? You don’t deserve to be locked up like you have been,” she replied. I cried more as I realized she didn’t understand.

“I let Becca cry. I...didn’t keep her happy,” I wailed before sinking back to my knees. “OWW!” I cried out again as BR moved, causing me more pain that made me fall over on my side.

“Ohmygod Evie!” Alice shouted, kneeling down next to me. I felt the floor quake as Steve and Bucky thundered in, my husband vaulting over the couch to get to me. Howie was on the defensive again, making his way to plant himself between Steve and I.

“Oh no. You’re not biting anyone this time!” I heard Bucky yell as he ran off. “Come on, you two are going outside with me,” he called as he came back, apparently attaching leashes to both dogs and hauling them outside.

“Evie, baby, are you okay?” Steve asked shakily. Baby Rogers was still moving, and it took all I had not to scream in pain. “Alice what’s wrong with her?” He sounded so scared.

“Fuck Steve, I’m not a doctor,” she spat at him. “But, I think that maybe the baby is moving, and since she’s not enhanced and the baby is, it’s hurting her quite a bit.” She rubbed my back for a few moments. “Evie, can you talk?” she asked finally.

“Yeah, a bit,” I croaked. I opened one eye to see the both of them staring down at me with concern written all over their faces. “The baby was moving. I didn’t expect it to hurt that bad.” I groaned as a little hand or foot poked my stomach a few times. After awhile, it seemed that BR had calmed down, so I sat up slowly, not wanting to startle it. I looked at Alice, my shoulders sagging. “Is it supposed to hurt this much?” She bit her lip before nodding.

“For a half super soldier child, yes. Imagine how it must have felt with Becca, and that was with how fast I heal.” I winced before looking over at Steve.

“Come on, let’s get you back upstairs. No more arguing tonight. We’ll both get checked out in the morning,” he said simply, and I honestly had no strength to fight him. He picked me up and carried me upstairs, laying me in bed as gently as possible. He kissed me before leaning his forehead against mine. “I’m going to go lock up and then I’ll be right here okay?” I nodded and he was gone in a flash. I snuggled into my pillows, letting my exhaustion sink into my bones. Steve was suddenly back, making me wonder if he had somehow begun channeling Pietro’s spirit. He crawled into bed next to me, wrapping his arms around me and we were both asleep before you could say ‘Quicksilver’.

The next morning we woke up still in each other’s arms. I stretched and yawned before struggling to sit up. My movements woke Steve and he hurriedly helped me up the rest of the way.

“Evie, baby, are you okay? Tell me the truth, please,” he pleaded as he rubbed my back. I took a deep breath, both wanting to tell him everything but also not wanting to.

“Yes and no. Steve,” I started, not sure how to go on. I decided that honesty was the best policy, so I let him have it. “You made things worse. I know that me and the baby are your top priority, but locking us up isn’t working.” My emotions were starting to get the better of me, and after last night’s events, I was keen to not be in that much pain if I could help it. I took a few calming breaths to steady myself before I went on. “I know you see me as some kind of damsel in distress, but for fuck’s sake Steve. I’m a grown ass woman, stop treating me like a fucking five year old!” He had the decency to look ashamed. “Would you have done this to Peggy?” His jaw dropped as my words registered with him. I waited for his answer, almost afraid to hear it.

“No.” So it’s just me that he treats like a child. Awesome.

“What did she have that I don’t? Why wouldn’t you have locked her up too?” I asked, venom in my voice. He gave an exasperated sigh.

“Because she could take care of herself,” he answered at last.

“And I can’t?” I have about had it up to here with this shit. I felt the baby kick, and I winced. So much for keeping calm. “Steve, I am the most distinguished doctor in the anatomical pathology field. I’m second to Bruce in nuclear physics. I am the only person who can calm him down from Hulking out. I’ve trained with Black Widow, Hawkeye, and a Slayer and walked out alive. Motherfucker, I have literally bitten a complete stranger and drawn blood, in YOUR honor, and walked away unscathed, and you have the audacity to insinuate that I can’t take care of myself?” My temper had taken over, and I was madder than hell. “Fuck you Steve Rogers. This is why I never wanted to tell you how I felt in the first place, because no matter how hard I try, I will never measure up to the great Peggy Carter!” A wave of nausea was coming, so I bolted for the bathroom, fortunately making it in time. Baby Rogers didn’t like that, so I was blindsided by pain as I crumpled to the floor.

After a few moments, I was able to get back up and go back to Steve. He looked like he had been crying. Serves him right. I climbed back into bed, waiting for a response. He rubbed his face with his hands before sighing.

“Evie, I know you can take care of yourself. It’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you,” he began. “You are a regular badass.” I giggled at that. “I wouldn’t have done this to Peggy because back then, things were different. There weren’t all these new evils in the world. I wasn’t worrying about Bucky, or Tony, or anyone, except her. Now, I have you, the baby, Bucky, Alice, Becca, and everyone else. We’ve had Loki and his army of aliens, Ultron and his army of robots, the bullshit with Tony and Bucky, being on the run and hiding out in Wakanda.” He stopped to take a deep breath before he went on. “Never in a million years would I have imagined having to protect my family from all of this. It’s just so terrifying to think about losing you two and not being able to stop it. I lay awake at night, worrying about how I’m going to keep you safe. I’ve lost so many people in my life, but if I were to lose you, I don’t think I’d be able to walk away from it.” I started to cry at his words. “I know I get upset over little things and I’m sorry about that. I just don’t want anything to happen to you or our child and if locking you up was the only way to keep you safe, I would do it forever.” I reached out and embraced him and he broke down too. We sat there holding each other tight as we sobbed over the thought of losing our family. “Evie?” I heard him mutter after what seemed to be ages.

“Yeah Steve?” I replied. He pulled back so he could look at my face.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you’ll never measure up to Peggy. Yes, she will always have a special place in my heart, but it’s nothing compared to the love that you and I share. You’ve made me a husband and a father, and that’s something that she can never do.” I smiled, realizing that he was right. I’m finally better than Peggy fuckin’ Carter when it comes to Steve Rogers.

“Thank you Steve. That makes me feel better,” I said in return, a smile spreading over my face. “Am I still going to be on lockdown, or can I venture around the house now?” I asked hopefully, batting my eyes. He chuckled before leaning in to kiss me.

“You can go wherever you want. Just be careful,” he warned, his smile playful. “Now, let’s go eat some breakfast. Gotta keep my girl and my baby fed.” He helped me off our bed and we headed downstairs. We entered the kitchen and were met with the icy glare of Bucky Barnes. “H-hey Buck, Alice. What’s up?” Steve asked nervously. Bucky walked over, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and marched Steve into the exercise room, slamming the door shut behind them. I looked over at Alice, who was feeding Becca, uncertain of what was going on.

“Evie, relax. Bucky is just wanting to have a little chat with Steve. Wanna hang with Becca after you’ve been able to eat?” she asked. I knew she was trying to distract me from Bucky and Steve, but either they were talking incredibly loud, or I was starting to get enhanced hearing from sharing blood with the baby, cause I could hear every word they were saying.

“Steve, I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but I never want to come home and see my daughter crying like that again.”

“Buck, come on. We were having an argument, voices get raised. I’m sure you and Alice have those too.”

“No Steve, we don’t. We’ve made it a point to never raise our voices around Becca. You scared her, and brother or not, that pisses me off.” I heard Steve suck in a breath to retort back but Bucky cut him off. “Don’t even get me started on how you’ve been treating Evie. I may have backed you at first, because she’s not as durable as Alice, but isolation? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Bucky, don’t. Evie beat you to it. She ripped me a new one already.” I heard Bucky scoff.

“No, she was probably blowing smoke up your ass. Evie is afraid to hurt your feelings, but I’m not. I know that you’re worried about her, but she’s tougher than she looks. Jesus Steve, she went all fucking zombie on some stranger for you!”

“You know how I don’t get involved in you and Alice, Buck? Care to return the favor?”

“Yeah well when Evie is the one watching MY daughter, I’m gonna get involved.”

“Okay yeah, she did do that, but she wasn’t pregnant with MY goddamn kid then! I saw how this affected Alice, were you rational then? Did I give you a hard time? Back off Buck!” I could hear both of them panting, and I was afraid that they would come to blows.

“Evie,” Alice called to get my attention. “Don’t get yourself upset. That’s not what you need right now. Just let the boys have their fight, they’ll feel better afterwards.” She reached over and patted the back of my hand.

“Yeah, I know, but I never wanted to come between them,” I sighed. I could hear the punching bag being pummeled and weights being lifted, so I felt a tiny bit better.

“You’re not,” she argued. “They’ll fight and get it out of their system. Bucky’s just worried about you, but so is Steve.” She sighed. “Anyway, better Bucky go and tell Steve off for how he’s been acting with you, because if it was me?” She trailed off, chuckling sinisterly. I shuddered at the thought of her ‘talking’ to Steve. BR moved just then, causing me to cry out in pain. Alice rounded the table, grabbing my arm to help hold me up. I heard the door open, followed by the sound of Steve and Bucky running in.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is it the baby? Are you okay?” Steve fired off, not giving me a chance to answer. I reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it as hard as I could.

“I’m fine Steve. Your kid is just stretching,” I panted as the pain went away. I sat up straight, leaning back in the chair and huffing out a breath. “I didn’t even do anything that time. What the hell?” I looked up at Alice, the resident authority on pregnancy.

“You were resting,” she stated simply, a smirk on her face. I felt my eyes grow wide. “Baby will move when you eat and when you stop to rest or go to sleep.” Her smirk grew wider. “If you think it’s bad now, just wait until baby gets bigger and has no more room to move.” I glanced at Steve, and he looked about how I felt.

“Great. That’s fucking lovely,” he snarled as he stood up quickly, walking back into the exercise room. I heard him grunt and then a crash. I looked out the bay window and saw the weight bench flying across the yard.

This was going to be a blast.

The day after Bucky and I chewed Steve’s ass, I began noticing bruises on my stomach. I figured I would get them, but that didn’t make it any better. The ones that Alice had were bad, but these? These were absolutely horrifying. And the kicker? They didn’t go away as fast as Alice’s did, so my rapidly growing stomach was constantly covered in black, blue, purple, hell there were colors that I had no name for.

Now the fun part: trying to hide the bruises from Steve. It was summer, so trying to wear long sleeves and pants was out of the question. Luckily Alice had given me her maternity clothes, so I didn’t have to worry about nothing fitting me or accidently showing off my belly.

We still hadn’t told everyone that I was pregnant, so we decided to enlist Bucky, Alice and Becca’s help. I scoured the internet for fun ideas and when I came upon this one, I knew it was perfect. I ordered what I needed, and when it came in, I knew that I had picked the right idea.

We decided to have another party, this time under the guise of Alice’s birthday. I was just starting to show, so we wanted to tell everyone before I got too far along to hide it. The day of the party, we were all ready when the Team began to arrive. Once they all got here, I was the one who began to hand out presents, claiming that they were long overdue gifts of our own. They all opened them, puzzled looks on their faces. I kept an eye on Bruce, who stood there staring at his shirt in stunned silence. Bucky and Alice took off their outer shirts then, showing off the matching shirts they were wearing underneath.

No one was catching on yet, so Steve picked Becca up, putting her onesie on display.

It still took a while, but suddenly, Bruce grabbed me in a hug, sobbing into my shoulder. Nat snatched his shirt from where he dropped it on the floor and gasped, turning it to show everyone.

The Team then swarmed around us, hugging and congratulating.

Once the initial shock wore off, Bruce wasted no time in yelling at me for not telling him that he was going to be a grandpa sooner. His smile afterwards, however, made me realize that he didn't mean it. Everyone was so incredibly happy for us. Nat and Wanda demanded to throw a baby shower, but we turned them down, saying that we were going to have a little party after the baby got here so everyone could meet him or her. They weren't entirely happy about it, but they agreed to it.

I began to notice that things were changing inside me, apart from the child growing in my womb. It began with my hearing. I was able to hear things I hadn't been able to hear before, like Hunter and Howie barking at Steve and Bucky while they played outside. ‘Oh that's normal’ some might say, but they were on the other side of our yard and I had the washing machine and dryer going while I folded laundry.

Then, one day I answered a question that Bucky had asked Alice about me. I was met with three sets of wide eyes. Why were they staring at me like that?

Because Bucky and Alice were in their apartment when he asked, and I was in the kitchen. Obviously Steve had been able to hear, but I shouldn't have been able to.

Then, the strengthening started. I could tell that Steve definitely realized what was happening, because the first time I hugged him harder than usual, he stiffened up and pulled back, a quizzical look on his face. “Oops,” I had said. He had chuckled darkly, saying that ‘sex is going to be a lot more fun after the baby gets here’. I remembered how much he holds back, so I was even more eager for the baby to get here.

The next few months passed by rather quickly, and before I knew it, Steve and I were celebrating our first anniversary. Tony had insisted on throwing us a party, to which we accepted. The party itself had been thrown a week after our actual anniversary, as we has opted to spend it together, since it was our last anniversary as a family of two.

The morning after the party, Alice and I were in the kitchen getting lunch ready for us and the guys. I was now six months along, and Baby Rogers was quickly running out of room. So much so that I couldn't wear light colored shirts anymore because the ever constant bruising would show through.

“You still doing okay, Evie?” Alice asked from in front of the stove. I looked up from chopping vegetables to answer.

“Yeah I guess. Listen, Alice, say I had bruises like you did,” I started, not sure where to go from there. She slowly turned around, glaring at me.

“Evie, tell me you don't,” she begged. I hunched down in my seat, not able to meet her gaze. She walked over to stand in front of me, eyes boring a hole in my skull. “Have you told him?” I knew who she was referring to, so I shook my head.

“Alice, I don't want to tell Steve-"

“Tell Steve what?” I heard from the hallway. Bucky and Steve walked in, apparently done changing the oil in all of the vehicles. Bucky kissed Alice on the cheek before leaning against the refrigerator. “What don't you want to tell Steve, hmm Evie?” he asked again, quirking an eyebrow at me. Alice went back to the stove, Steve slowly walking up to stand where she had been, hands gripping the counter.

“Evie, what's going on?” he hissed through his teeth. I gulped, knowing that I was in deep shit. I stood up and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and showing the three of them the discoloration on my stomach. Alice gasped, dropping the spatula she was holding. Bucky's face went white as he saw the damage his niece or nephew was causing.

And Steve?

His face was expressionless, almost as if he was just reading a book.

“How long has this been going on?” he asked, eerily calm. My shoulders sagged, knowing he wasn't going to like the answer.

“Since the day after you broke the weight bench,” I murmured.

CRACK

Steve broke part of the countertop off in his anger and I flinched. Alice and Bucky looked between us, not sure what to do. Steve grabbed my arm and escorted me out to his truck, opening the door so I could get in. I did as I was directed, afraid of what he'd say or do if I didn't. He chucked the piece of granite outside before climbing in the truck and peeling out down the driveway.

I've never been so scared of Steve before. I was literally shaking, not daring to even look at him. I could hear the leather on the steering wheel tighten every so often, meaning that he was gripping it as hard as possible.

We finally arrived at the Tower. Steve parked the truck and got out, coming around to open my door for me before escorting me to the elevator. I snuck a peek at him and what I saw shook me to my core. He's never looked this angry before, not even in the Siberia footage.

“Steve, I'm sorry,” I squeaked. He remained silent, clenching his jaw. The doors opened and we got out, him gripping my arm and dragging me into Davidson’s office. Steve let go of my arm and stared me down.

“Explain,” he snapped in his ‘Captain’ voice. Kevin’s eyes were twinkling, gesturing to me in a ‘you’re up’ way. I took a deep breath and started.

“So, not sure if you remember, but Alice had bruising from her pregnancy.” The doctor nodded so I went on. “Well, I have them too, but a lot worse.” I lifted my shirt then to show him, his eyes wide.

“How long has this been going on? Has there been any pain with the bruising?” he asked, walking around his desk to inspect my stomach up close.

“The bruising has been going on since the middle of July. There’s been pain, but it only comes when the baby moves,” I answered. He poked a particularly nasty looking spot and I winced. Steve broke the chair that he was holding, managing to look embarrassed and angry at the same time.

“Sorry. So, these haven’t gotten any better?” When I shook my head, he scoffed. “And you’re just now coming in to see me?” I looked at Steve out of the corner of my eye and he nodded in understanding. “Ah. He just found out about them, didn’t he?” He walked back to his computer and typed something in. “I’ll give you props for being able to hide this from Captain America for three months. I’m going to run some tests and do an ultrasound. There’s a few things that I want to rule out before I make any decisions.” I nodded before following him to the exam room, Steve right behind me.

The ride home was tense. After I had blood taken and an ultrasound done, Dr. Davidson realized what was happening. He insisted that I go on bed rest immediately, which I honestly didn’t fight this time. I had more meds to take unfortunately, but if it helped, then I’d take it forever if need be. I tried to talk to Steve, but he was still angry. I felt terrible for not telling him about the bruises, but I didn’t want him to freak out. I should have learned by now that keeping things from Steve was the dumbest thing I could do. We parked in the garage and I got out, going straight up to our bedroom and getting in bed. I didn’t want to face angry Steve anymore, because he honestly terrified me.

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