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the endurance of a super-soldier

pairing: CATWS era!Steve Rogers x SHIELD agent!female reader

summary: sometimes being on Captain America's SHIELD team is a test of your endurance

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, very light spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, unprofessional workplace behavior, semi-public sex, team leader/team member relationship, established relationship

word count: 765

a/n: so i didn't have any firm plans to post for @catws-anniversary but this idea popped into my head today for the march 26 prompt "endurance" and i managed to write a little drabble on my lunch break so here ya go! 😅 hope y'all enjoy!!

“C’mon rookie, don’t give up on me now!” 

You shot Steve Rogers—aka Captain America, aka the Star-Spangled Man, aka your ruthless drill sergeant of a team leader—the most withering glare you could muster, but it turned out to be a mistake. 

In the split second your focus was distracted, Natasha Romanoff swept your legs out from under you and you fell. You landed with a soft “oof” on the training mats in the Triskelion’s gym where Steve was leading the whole team in sparring training. 

To your misfortune, you’d been paired up with Nat instead of Rumlow or Rollins, which you suspected was because you’d wiped the floor with both men the last time you’d sparred with them. Still, you didn’t think it was fair to be paired with Nat since she’d had far more extensive training as a Black Widow than you’d had as a SHIELD agent.

But you weren’t one to complain. Much.

“Not all of us have the endurance of a super-soldier, captain,” you grumbled, slowly getting to your feet and shaking out your trembling muscles. You’d been sparring against Nat all afternoon and even the Black Widow was starting to show signs she was flagging.

As you bounced reluctantly on the balls of your feet, mentally and physically preparing yourself to go again, Steve tapped Nat on the shoulder. She heaved a sigh of relief, walking off the mats to collapse on a workout bench with her water bottle.

You watched with a sense of dread as Captain America himself stepped up to face you. Before you could protest, Steve raised his hands, curling them in a challenging gesture. His damnable blue eyes were sparkling with mischief. 

“Alright, sweetheart,” Steve rumbled, his voice low and only for you, using the pet name he knew would make you angry. You hated how condescending it felt, especially in professional settings, and it worked to energize you with fury. “Show me ya got what it takes to be on my team.”

With an impressive battle cry, you launched yourself at Captain America, showing him exactly how much you had what it took for his team.

“C’mon rookie, don’t give up on me now!”

The cracking sound of Steve Rogers’ palm connecting with your bare ass cheek echoed off the tile of the empty locker room. 

The rest of your SHIELD team was long gone, but your private session with Captain America had only just begun. Your bodies came together with just as much vigor as when you’d sparred, though you were having much more fun.

Your gaze collided with Steve’s, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth even as you cut a glare at the man beneath you. He was an enhanced super-soldier, barely breathing harder and with plenty of energy to spare, but he’d insisted you get on top of him. And you couldn’t deny your captain.

Your knees were planted on the wooden bench on either side of Captain America’s ass, your hands clinging to his shoulders for leverage as you bounced on his thick cock. Steve wore a wolfish grin and nothing else as he watched you work your bared body up and down on his dick, spanking your ass whenever you slowed down too much. 

“Not all of us have the endurance of a super-soldier, captain,” you huffed, your thighs trembling as you rose up, feeling every inch of his hard length as it dragged against your inner walls. When only the tip was left inside your grasping hole, you slammed down on his lap, your pleasured groans bouncing loudly off the walls of the locker room. 

As you fucked yourself on Captain America’s cock, riding him as hard as you could with your muscles still aching and exhausted from sparring, Steve grabbed your ass, kneading your soft flesh and pulling a helpless whimper from you. Using his heightened strength, Steve lifted you up his stiff length before dragging you back down, helping you grind your clit against the place where your bodies joined, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your release.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his voice low and only for you, using the pet name he knew made you melt when the two of you were alone. His gaze caught yours, his damnable blue eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. “Show me ya got what it takes to be my good girl.”

With a desperate moan, you worked your body harder and bounced on Captain America’s cock, showing him exactly how much of a good girl you could be for him.

#hello??? 🥵🥵

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#💀💀💀

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Can’t stop thinking about the Nelson & Murdock crew meeting broke, friendless, forgotten Peter Parker and immediately adopting this poor sad kid into their makeshift family

#the love that I have for this trope

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A list of things Steve Rogers would historically be unfamiliar with:

I fell down a rabbit hole of research about inventions circa the 40s and was surprised by a bunch of things that have been around way longer than I thought and some that are strangely reccent, and compiled them into a list. Aka, a resource for fic writers.

Bananas (or rather, the ones we have today. The ones he’d be accustomed to, the Gros Michel, a sweeter, creamier species, went extinct in the 50s and was replaced with the bland Cavendish banana.)

High-fives (the low-five was actually invented first, around WW2, and he may have been familiar with that)

Buffalo Wings (invented in the 60s)

CPR (not really used until the late 40s, not widely known until the 50s)

Tiramisu (invented in the 80s)

Big Macs & McNuggets (while McDonald’s was founded in 1940, the former wasn’t introduced until the 60s, and the latter, the 80s)

Seat belts (the first car to have one was in the late 40s, and only became mandatory to wear them in the 80s. holy shit.) 

Walmart (invented in 1962. Or really, the large-scale supermarkets as we know them today really)

Yellow tennis balls (prior to the 70s they were usually black or white)

Panadol (first sold in the US in the 50s)

The smiley face aka :) (popularised in the 60s)

Now alternatively, here’s a list of things Steve WOULD (or possibly would) be familiar with:

I’m not sure why some of these surprised me.

Modern Sunglasses (have been around a lot longer than I thought, and were mass produced in the 20s)

Nokia (was first founded in 1865. I’m not kidding. They began as a pulp mill and moved into making rubber respirators for military from the 30s onwards)

Nintendo (been around since 1889 as a toy company, during the 40s they made playing cards. Wouldn’t be implausible that he knew about Nintendo, perhaps from Morita)

Krispy Kreme (opened in 1937, didn’t spread widely until the 50s however)

Kool-Aid (introduced in the 30s)

Oreos (introduced in 1912)

Printed/graphic tees (didn’t become a trend until the 60s-70s, but they certainly existed in the 40s)

Hoodies (originated in the 30s, worn by workers in cold New York warehouses. Meaning, it’s entirely plausible Bucky could’ve been wearing hoodies in the 40s)

Malls (they weren’t called that back then, but they certainly had shopping centres or plazas since the 1800s)

Converse sneakers (invented in 1908 and have barely changed since!)

#I love shit like this

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Now That We Don’t Talk/Is It Over? scream Steve x reader one shot to me

#🤔

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Danny Ramirez as JOAQUIN TORRES THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021) - Episode 1: New World Order

#baby baby boy #<— prev you were so right

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Not enough people write good old fashioned porn about Steve Rogers anymore

#I just :( wanna :( read :( about :( being :( RAILED

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Imagine casually dating Matt, a nice lawyer that’s charming and cute and good in bed and nice to your friends and perfect in general, but he always has these random bruises??? And he claims they’re from bumping into shit but that doesn’t break ribs, Matthew??? And somehow you figure out the Daredevil thing and you’re just like 🤷‍♀️ okay, I guess that’s part of him, what can you do?

Then, several months into seriously dating, he sits down and tells you about it and you’re like??? Okay?? I’ve known for like a year?? What do you want for dinner? And Matt’s so confused until you admit he’s not the first vigilante/superhero you’ve dated

(This got away from me, but I think the concept of you knowing about DD and not caring is v funny)

titles are for people who have brains and i ain't one of those bitches. idk what sort of preamble to include for this al;sdjflaj so here's a little fic i wrote while tipsy and sober. and thank you so much for sending an ask in!!!!!

You stare at him, confused.

“Matt…I already know.”

He flinches back, stunned by your admission. “What? How?”

You’ve been dating for over a year. In the last six months, you’ve spent more nights at Matt’s apartment than yours. When sleepovers started happening, he would insist on going to his place. At first, you had assumed it was because he was more comfortable navigating his apartment when the two of you were making your way to a bed than trying to find his way through yours.

But then, the longer you knew him, certain things started adding up, and they didn’t equal a blind lawyer who got into more accidents than the average person.

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are, Matty,” you chuckle.

“...I don’t understand,” Matt says, setting down the Daredevil cowl he pulled out of the locked trunk from the locked closet you were never to try to get into.

“I mean, I don’t know the finer details, but,” you pause to laugh, “you told me a bike accident broke three of your ribs and gave you a black eye. Not to mention, you sneak out every night and come back with fresh bruises.”

Matt flushes bright red. “You never said anything.”

“I thought it was obvious!” you exclaim. “Especially after that video of you went viral.”

Matt falls back onto the couch and groans, rubbing his hands down his face as he no doubt remembers how you kept replaying the video someone caught of Daredevil in the middle of a fight, telling some criminal to “get on your knees.”

“You really think I wouldn’t recognize your bedroom voice? Saying the same things you say to me?” you probe, placing a hand on his thigh.

Somehow, Matt’s face gets even redder. He’d never considered the lower register he uses as Daredevil to be the same as when speaking to you during sex. Frankly, it had never occurred to him. The fact that that was how you recognized him made it all the more embarrassing.

“But we never talked about it.” He doesn’t understand. Not once has he told this secret to someone, and they accepted it without a fight. He prepared for it when he officially decided to tell you.

He invited you over on a Friday night, wanting to give you the weekend to process everything. He solemnly led you to the couch when you arrived, his heart pounding a deathly knell in his chest, preparing for yelling, crying. Storming out and slamming doors. Matt was afraid to lose you, but he loved you. You deserved to know.

And here you are, laughing.

Because you already knew.

“It never came up?” you shrug. Quite frankly, you didn’t realize the two of you had never spoken about it. You came to think of Matt’s excuses for his injuries as things he said in case someone else was listening. Something he said to you with a wink. A joke you were both in on.

You had never once seen his double life as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen as any sort of deal-breaker. It was a part of him as much as any other trait he had. He couldn’t help that he was Daredevil any more than he could control the color of his hair.

You take your hand off his thigh and start toward the kitchen. You’re starving, and you need to figure out if there’s anything in Matt’s fridge that can be thrown together or if it’ll be a take-out kind of night.

“It really doesn’t bother you? What I…do?” Matt asks, tracking your movements through the apartment in disbelief. None of this makes sense to him.

You only laugh again. “I used to date the Winter Soldier, Matty. Trust me when I say you’re a little more tame than he is.”

He freezes.

“You what.”

#shout out to this absolute girl boss turning it around on #turning it around on Matty

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I like to imagine that the Winter Soldier would have been programmed with basically every language that he would need for missions, and, for the sake of versimillitude, his handlers would make sure that he had the appropriate accent/diction and backstory to flawlessly pass as a native of a decently sized city in the country he was working in. So he speaks French like he’s from Toulouse, German like he’s from Cologne etc., allowing him to seamlessly blend in with the locals when he’s out raining destruction across Europe.

Unfortunately, the Red Room – not being known for its commitment to multiculturalism – didn’t think this system through very carefully when it came time to send the Winter Soldier off to do his first ever long mission for their comrades in China. They just program him to speak Mandarin like a statistically unremarkable proletarian from Zhangjiakou and send him on his merry way.

So he arrives in China with his Soviet handler and the following circumstances align to make the entire mission, from the perspective of the Red Room, a disaster from start to finish.

1. It’s 1971, and China is not open to the outside world. Most of the men on the Soldier’s strike team have never met a foreigner in their lives.

2. Those who have met a foreigner have never met one who speaks completely fluent Mandarin with a paint-peeling Hebei accent.

3. This is ENORMOUSLY INTERESTING AND ENTERTAINING to everyone he encounters.

4. Instead of being unremarkable and blending in with the locals he gets mobbed by curious spectators everywhere he goes. His strike team, despite being a little scared of him at first, are so excited to talk to a foreigner who they can actually communicate with that they constantly come up with excuses to hang out and chat.

5. China’s relative lack of development in the early seventies means that there aren’t the facilities to wipe him or put him in the freezer, so the main weapons that Handler Dima has at his disposal to keep the Soldier in line are 1. it’ll be hard for him to run away because he tends to attract crowds, and 2. He sometimes looks very ashamed of himself if you give him a sternly worded talking-to.

6. The Soldier is having the time of his life. Look at me, look at all of my friends, I have so many friends, EVERYONE LIKES ME.

The Winter Soldier, doing shots of baijiu and toasting to the health of Chairman Mao. The Winter Soldier, chain smoking and eating millions of sunflower seeds while playing Fight the Landlord with his new pals on a cross-country sleeper train. The Winter Soldier, doing morning tai chi and calisthenics along with his team. The Winter Soldier, preening every time someone tells him that he looks like a movie star (his handler says “They’re just saying that because they only ever see Europeans in films,” to which the Soldier replies, “But Dima, why don’t they say that you look like a movie star?”). The Winter Soldier, showboating shamelessly for his strike team, who have started calling him Lao Da and looking to him for orders while ignoring Handler Dima, who can’t speak Chinese and definitely can’t shoot two people at the same time while doing a backflip. The Winter Soldier, making elaborate Chinese puns and teaching his guys useful English phrases that he can’t remember learning (Did you come here alone, doll?). The Winter Soldier, harassing his buddies until they show him pictures of their wives and kids and then sincerely complimenting them on their beautiful families. The Winter Soldier, suspecting that he has experienced this kind of camaraderie before but unable to remember when and how.  

His next mission, in Vietnam, is the first time that they muzzle him.

#I’m convinced there are is much I’m missing here bc this is not my cultural expertise #but I do love this op

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how do i make it clear I like The Punisher in a whore way not the republican way

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(affirming myself in the mirror) if that fictional man was real he would fuck you. He would fuck you. You're his exact type. If he saw you he'd get a boner instantly. He would fuck you he would fu

#me when someone mentions Steve

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… well, at least i drew something. stupid something is still something, right?

heavily ref’d/“inspired” from here

#I support your choice OP

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Not!! Enough!! People!! Write!! About!! Steve!!

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happy birthday neighbors

here's your flag

#yes sir 🫡

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Did they ever reveal how Captain America was thawed? Because I’m picturing a bunch of Shield agents with hair dryers and I don’t think that’s quite right.

#thinking about the shield research assistant who has to do a lot review for the best way to thaw him out #also hi bestie thank you for reblogging the uncommented version so I could too #lit review

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The idea that the government changed Steve’s birthday is so funny to me

#“by the way your birthday is now the 4th of July #a historian discovers it and it becomes a Thing

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Sam Wilson makes his debut!!! He was really fun to draw 😊 with his sensible little crop top.

Stay tuned for the July 4th Steve Rogers pinups 😉

#wow Captain America is so sexyyy