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Heroes

SteveRogers x female!reader

In which Y/N is Steve's safe haven.

a/n: So I read this story by @plus-size-reader, and it made me think: You know, Steve got the serum, and then he was immediately thrown into this "hey look here and wow such a strong man" world that he probably hadn’t had time to adjust. And then he went in the ice, and then he came back, and now it’s not only his body that’s changed but also everything else he knows. He must be so uncomfortable, but he has to remain stoic because of the role society has given him, and I can’t stop thinking about a little Steve in big Steve’s brain screaming and banging at his skull to just take a break and go sit back and be invisible in crowded rooms. Like, this man is probably so scared most of the time, but he still puts everyone before himself. So I created a reader that would recognize that and be a safe space for him. I don’t know why I haven’t thought about that earlier because I always dissect Bucky in this anxious PTSD guy way, who he of course is (partly), and Steve was always the guy without problems. But I feel like his backstory needs more attention on my blog, so here ya go.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: fluff, a teeny bit of angst, society exploiting people like it always does

There were many things that made Steve Rogers the person he was today. Some of them natural, and some of them not. Everyone knew the story of Captain America and his journey through the decades, representing an ever-growing idol whose excitement for didn’t seem to freeze while he actually was... frozen.

Steve never wanted to be a superhero, he just wanted to help - without the autographs and the expectations. And while the world kept on celebrating him he was forced to come to terms with his appearance and the time he woke up in. At least he seemed that way, but really, deep inside him, was a storm of emotions rioting at all times. Not many people would believe him when he told them that everything he did was governed by another, much younger person than himself.

Steve had always been the hero, even if not many people knew that in the 40s. He stood up to bullies and never complained if, more so than often, he got knocked on the head for it. So it was just like Erskine said, the serum amplified what was already within him. It just matched his exterior to the values he stood for - made him actually be able to do what he wanted or needed to stop the bad guys. So it was 40s Steve that gave him that mentality and the strength to keep on doing what he did.

But much like everything good and pure and actually just perfect as it is, society took it and turned it into something it was not entirely meant to be. And it worked, because it was also 40s Steve that had Steve put up with every humiliating thing they put him through. And it was also 40s Steve, whose urge to stand tall prevented Steve from acting rational and considerate towards himself in some situations.

Like right now, when Steve would not be needed as Captain America. He was at a party. A small get-together with friends and family. Nothing to be a superhero for. And really, sometimes he wished to be not that: a superhero. But it was like muscle memory. The upright posture, the head held high, the ever cautiousness of his surroundings to assess threats. Of course, there weren’t any, because he was attending a 6-year-old’s dinosaur-themed birthday party. The only threat were sugar-rushed preschoolers that zoomed through the backyard with T-Rex balloons.

A hand was placed between his shoulder blades, and before Steve could jolt from the touch, a soft voice hushed over his shoulder. “Relax a little. This isn’t work.”

Y/N’s smile beamed up at him, the hand on his back stroking slow circles in his shirt, making him relax his muscles slightly. Her chest and shoulders rose as she took a deep breath, encouraging Steve to follow her motions as she whispered a calm ‘in... and out’.

Steve felt the peace wash over him when he closed his eyes for a moment to assimilate the phenomenon. A calmness swept from his shoulders down to his toes, loosening the rest of the tension from his body. Then he opened them again and looked at her with a soft stare.

Y/N was amazing. She could read his mind better than he could, always knowing what he needed and what 40s Steve, whose values had been flipped and misinterpreted many years ago, actually wanted from him.

She listened to his rapid heartbeat, reacted to the sweat on his skin as he should but failed to do frequently. And he was glad that she did because Steve was sure that without her, he would’ve probably turned crazy by now.

“Thank you,” he whispered to her forehead as he pressed a chaste kiss to her temple. His arm found its way around her waist, pulling her closer to him. For everyone else, it looked like a loving gesture - a couple being... you know? A couple. But for Steve, it was much more than that. It was stabilizing - a reminder that the world was not all bad guys and aliens but could in fact just make him happy in the form of small children that dug their noses deep into green birthday cake.

Y/N chuckled as a boy, who had his T-shirt littered with dinosaur stickers walked up to them. He stopped in front of the pair, leaned his head back, and looked at Steve with bright eyes. Steve built up his posture again, prepared for the role of Captain America and it pained Y/N to see how easily he fell back into this pattern, tired of the constant self-control.

“Hello,” the boy said in a friendly tone and before Steve could reply, he had a blue triceratops sticking to his jeans. The boy left with a content smile, approaching the next person he could decorate while Steve just stared at him wondrously.

“See.” The hand on his back picked up the circular motion again. “No work today.”

Steve’s muscles relaxed again and then he shared a look with Y/N that conveyed so much more than understanding and gratefulness. Because he was grateful but he also felt as though he could never put it into words for her. Y/N’s other hand settled on his chest, seeking his heartbeat and smiling when she felt it settle in a normal pace again.

“What would I do without you?” He smiled but as he was about to lean in, he felt a light tug on his shirt. Steve pulled away, searching for the source of distraction, and found it about 3 1/2 feet beneath him.

“Steve, could you please come and play tag with us? Dad said you need exercise.” Morgan watched as Steve sought out her father in the backyard and patiently waited for him to send a dismissive laugh over the lawn. Tony just raised his juice box with an amused expression and then proceeded to talk to some other parents.

“I don’t know, Morgan. Don’t you have-”

“Oh, I think Steve would be thrilled to play!” Y/N gave him an encouraging nudge with her shoulder when she received a panicked side-eye from the blonde.

“Really?!” Morgan's eyes went wide in excitement as a squeal eluded from her tiny body.

There was another uncertain expression exchanged between the couple, but Y/N was determined to make Steve play. Because as much as he was wary about this situation, Y/N knew that this was exactly what he needed to loosen up and forget about the world around him for a while.

“You play with Morgan all the time. What’s a couple more kids?” She encouraged as she kissed his cheek. Steve sighed in surrender. He did play with Morgan all the time and he actually had a lot of fun with her, but he was also a little nervous to be around so many children. However, he trusted Y/N with his life and if she said he’d be okay, then he believed her.

“Aright.” He held out his hand for Morgan to take which she grabbed with another excited giggle. And then she pulled him away from Y/N with a loud ‘I found someone who’s it!’

Y/N watched as she hid her smile behind the glass she was holding. The tiny hand in Steve's alone made him seem so much more relaxed than before. Morgan made him close his eyes and count, and about two seconds later, excited laughter and screams echoed through the backyard as the kids ran from Steve.

“He’s a lot happier, you know?” Y/N’s head jerked to the side, where Tony stood with his eyes lingered on the scene in front of them. “Before, he seemed to always have a stick up his ass.”

“Watch your language around the kids,” Y/N scolded.

“Hey, I thought I was the parent here.” The both of them smiled at each other.

“But really, I don’t know if I’ve told you that, but you somehow make everyone here a better person.” Tony’s eyes held an emotion Y/N could not quite place, but something told her that it was somewhere on the positive side.

“Was that a compliment, Tony?” She teased with mischief as she watched his hands go up in surrender.

“All I’m saying is, the work ethic has changed and you might be the common denominator.” He nodded to himself and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Keep doing whatever it is you’re doing, 'cause it works for my company and makes my life easier.” He winked at her and turned to leave again.

“Just for the record, I’m gonna count that as a compliment!” Y/N shouted as he walked towards Pepper, his hand waving in a dismissive motion that he accompanied with a ‘yeah, yeah’.

Y/N’s eyes wandered back to Steve, who had yet to tag a kid. He leaped forward while making playful grabby hands at the children and fell into a pace that made the game a little fairer for them. Then he finally tagged the boy with the dinosaur stickers.

Steve stood in the crowd of preschoolers, a smile on his face and the world seemingly forgotten as a dozen children ran around him with playful screams. His eyes found Y/N's with contentment seeping through his stare. Y/N smirked, the hint of an ‘I told you so’ in her eyes, and Steve’s heart swelled at the sight. There was a moment shared that could be felt even within the ten-yard distance separating them.

Steve mouthed a silent ‘I love you’ over the grass. Y/N’s lips spread even wider at the sight of adoration etched on his features and as she mouthed an ‘I love you, too’ back to him, the twinkle in his eyes brightened.

The tension and wariness had left his body completely and all that was left was an utter excitement for the new way of experiencing the situation.

Y/N might not have, much like Steve, intended to be a hero, but in his eyes she was the person he looked up to and the woman he adored. She helped him find the man he had lost along the way of becoming Captain America, and some day, he would hopefully be able to do that himself.

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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley in which y/n is a pureblood slytherin who went from an enemies to lovers relationship with fred. lately she started feeling like she isn't enough for him and that she's disappointing her family with their secret affair. so she starts taking a distance from him and sinks into some kind of depression; she always suffered with self worth issues and confidence, always thinking she wouldn't be up to the standards her parents set for her. but she never showed it, not even to fred. he notices her change in behaviour and gets worried, so he decides to confront her and they end up having a huge and angsty argument.

thanks :)

define me | fred weasley

pairing: fred x syltherin!reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: where y/n feels like her relationship with fred is doomed

a/n: trying to go through all my requests in my holidays!! hope you enjoy this one <3

warnings: angst

universe: harry potter

„If that isn’t the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world right there!”, a cheerful voice calls out behind you, after you have just made your way out of the greenhouses from your Herbology class and in the direction of the castle. Rolling your eyes playfully, you turn to the origin of the voice and are immediately drawn into a tight hug that, admittedly, you did not see coming. Apparently the Weasley twins just finished their daily training session while you had to deal with a Venomous Tentacula.

“Stop it, Fred!”, you giggle softly as he begins to scatter soft kisses across your face while continuing to give you all the compliments that come to his mind, which his twin brother does not approve of either as his face kind of turns into a shade of green.

“Gross, get a room”, George chokes out, while you are not sure how much of it he is faking and what is actually real, but at least he manages to stop his brother with his words.

“Just don’t pay attention to him, he is just an annoying ringing in the ear and pretty jealous that his last date did not go as well”, Fred winks at you, causing you to laugh out loud. “How about we sneak out to the lake tonight? Just the two of us?”

“Sounds great”, you smile and gently kiss him, which George comments on with another gag. Running your hands over your boyfriend’s broad shoulders, you adjust his Quidditch uniform while grinning to yourself. “I think your brother wants to go and unfortunately, I have to go to Potions now.”

“Alright, see you tonight, my love”, Fred smiles, kissing you one last goodbye before the two of them wave you goodbye and disappear into the castle. Absorbed in your dreamy thoughts, you look after them and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but when you suddenly hear footsteps behind you, your posture stiffens and the voices you now hear make you shiver. These voices never mean anything good.

“Oh, how adorable! But what would Mommy and Daddy Y/L/N say if they knew their only daughter and heiress to their empire is dating a Weasley?”, Pansy Parkinson’s annoying voice says behind you, her words making your heart beat faster. You and Fred do not hide the fact that you are in a relationship, but you have always kept it low, especially in front of the Slytherins. Because each of them knows your family, and your family happens to be unaware of their daughters’ dishonorable actions, or, well, love interests.

“They always talk about you in such high tones, and they don’t even know that their daughter lies to their face every time, so cold and unscrupulous. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin? My parents would kick me out of Hogwarts in a heartbeat and never let me leave the house again”, Daphne Greengrass adds, a wicked grin on her lips that is only made worse by the fact that you do not have a counter.

Because they are right. It is the truth.

As the only child of the Y/L/N family, you have always been in the spotlight, but not in a good way. You have never been allowed to make mistakes or make your own decisions or live the way you want or hang out with the people you want. Business dinners and balls are all you knew for a long time, events where they could present their flagship daughter to the world. They never realized the pressure they put on you. Or they did but did not care about it.

“Leave me alone”, are the only puny words you can manage to get out before rushing to the safety of the building. Their judgmental looks burn into the back of your head and their words entice you to take a detour, not to your next lesson but to your common room in the Slytherin dungeon, where you lie down on your bed and do not get up until the next morning. While doing so, you completely forgot that you actually had plans with Fred in the evening and instead spent your time trying to avoid your parents’ looks from the family photo next to your bed. Without success, because you can clearly feel their disappointment and the consequences of your actions incredibly scare you, which is why you make a decision for your own sake.

Even if it means you have to break the heart of the boy who was always there for you when your family was not.

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The numerous voices swirling around you just echo to you through a tunnel as you sit listlessly in front of your breakfast, your stomach heavy. You do not dare to raise your eyes for fear you might make eye contact with someone. Lonely, you sit at the end of the table, the other Slytherins paying little attention to the fact that one of them separates themselves from the group.

When a plate falls to the ground with a loud crash at a table next to you, shattering into many pieces, you startle and reflexively look in that direction. Which turns out to be a huge mistake, because your eyes meet Fred’s in a second, who is smiling at you from across the hall. He does not look the tiniest bit disappointed that you dumped him, he just seems happy that you are sitting here this morning. With the first of the day approaching, the first few students rise and scurry to the exit of the Great Hall, trying to make it to their classrooms in time.

Fred, who has not taken his eyes off you, gets up at the exact same moment you do. Noticing this, you quicken your steps and duck among the crowd of students that are gathering in the hallways. You ignore the fact that he calls after you before you fully disappear into the crowd and go straight to your lesson.

Relieved that you could manage to avoid him all day, you leave the room after class, your backpack over your shoulder and a book under your right arm. However, you do not expect Fred to be waiting for you in the hallway with his back against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Your eyes meet for a brief moment, and you immediately turn away, going in the other direction, but it is too late. If he did not notice before that you are avoiding him, he definitely noticed now when he runs after you, standing in front of you to block your way.

“Fred, I am in a hurry”, you say with your head down and walk past him, but he grabs your arms, lifting you off the ground briefly before placing you directly in front of him again. No more escape.

“Why are you avoiding me?”, he asks directly, which only makes you more insecure. Your trembling hands grip the book tighter, as if it could give you strength to get through what is about to come.

“I am not avoiding you, I just really don’t have time to-”

“Did I do something wrong?”, Fred asks worried and sad, making your heart ache even more. The fact that he immediately related all of it to himself does not make it any easier for you to say the next few words, but you know you have to.

“I don’t think this works, Fred”, you say emotionlessly, but your shaky voices gives your true feelings away. Still, the shock creeping up on his face is unbearable.

“Wait, wait.. What? What are you even talking about?”, he prompts, as if he did not quite understand what you were saying, even though you both know perfectly what you just hinted at.

“I am just saying.. We are too different. You are a Gryffindor, I am Slytherin. It just doesn’t fit”, you explain and as soon as the words leave your lips realize that this will not be the point that ultimately convinces him. Because it sounds stupid. Because it is stupid.

“Who put such nonsense in your head?”, Fred laughs, but there is no humor in it. “Was it that Pansy Parkinson again? What did she say this time-”

“No, Fred. It’s my decision, no one told me anything and if you will excuse me now, I have classes that require my presence”, you brush him off and due to the complete state of shock Fred is in right now, he lets you pass him. He does not notice the tear that runs down your cheek as you do.

“So I am supposed to just accept that you are breaking up with me, leaving me without any proper explanation?”, he finally calls after you in a loud voice. But what makes you stop are not his words, but the sadness that resonates with them. Your heart breaks a bit more at the sound.

“Fred..”

“You dumped me yesterday without telling me. I didn’t know where you were, I didn’t know what happened or if you were okay. I was worried sick just for you to ignore me the whole day and then tell me it is over between us?”, he says, hurt and confused by what is happening at the moment, unable to understand why you are suddenly feeling this way. “I am sorry, but I don’t think what you are saying is true.”

“How so? Because I always lie?”

“No, that is not-”

“Alright, Fred, I got it. Everything always has to be up to you”, you claim, getting too involved in this arising argument. If he had just accepted your decision, it would have been less painful for both of you.

“It is not fair, Y/N. If you really want to end this between us, then I also deserve to know why”, Fred replies and takes another step towards you so that you can see the pain in his eyes even better now. His gaze holds yours and when you think you see tears forming in his eyes, all damns in you break all of a sudden.

“You want to know why?! Because I am no good for you, Fred. I am a bad person. We should not even exist as a couple because it is doomed to fail anyway! I am not allowed to associate with the people I like and choose myself. I am and always have been the pride of my family and I will not let them down just because I am with someone like you-”

You cannot finish your emotional outburst as Fred pulls you into the bone-crushing hug you so desperately needed, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. He runs his hand over your hair, the back of your head, and your back in an attempt to calm you down and stop your tears.

“Who your parents are doesn’t define who you are, Y/N”, he whispers softly in your ear as you violently sob in his strong arms, that hold you upright to not let you sink on the cold floor. “You are the most incredible witch I have ever met, and your parents must be so incredibly proud of you, there is no other way. You have always done what they asked of you, but it is finally time for you to be selfish. I won’t lose you over this. I won’t allow it.”

Fred’s words patch your heart back together in seconds and make it pound faster than ever. You know he is right and you do not have to bow to your parents’ demands anymore. But there is still a long way to go before you can fully accept yourself as you are and be proud of yourself at the same time. Fred will be with you every step on this journey.

“Maybe our relationship isn’t the end, but it’s the beginning.”

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Steve in Cap PSAs: Take it from a guy who was frozen in ice for 65 years. If there’s one way to be cool, it’s to follow the rules

Bucky hopping out of cryo in Wakanda: StEvE RoGeRS has never followed a GOD DAMN RULE in his life.

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now as gifs apparently….

#bucky barnes #marvel

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the send-off | s.r; 2

summary | Being his best friend and assistant, Howard Stark asked you to be the first one to be tested on his time machine project. After some unexpected errors, you ended up stuck in the modern times of the 21st century. Where you meet the man you thought died years ago: Steve Rogers.

pairing/s | steve rogers x reader, avengers x reader

word count | 3.9k+

genres | angst, fluff, crack, time travel au, unrequited love au

warnings | mentions of death,

note | thank you for the love with the first chapter! here's the second part. hope you'll enjoy reading. as always, reblogs and feedback are appreciated.

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THE FIRST TIME you and Steve met was just a random encounter you had. You were bored. Howard brought you with him to New York City for his most awaited Stark Expo. The prototype for the flying car that he presented was a failure but the people still loved it since your best friend was quick to save himself from embarrassment. He was basically just putting a show on stage and you internally cringed standing there. So you just wandered around the place instead of waiting for him backstage. You found yourself in the nearby enlistment office adjacent and decided to stay to look around.

“What is the great Dr. Y/N doing here?”

You turned around from gazing at one of the framed displays to the familiar voice who spoke behind you. It was Dr. Erskine, a scientist rescued by the SSR with the help of Stark Industries. You returned the kind smile he gave you.

“I’ve had enough of watching Howard talk every time. I needed to get away.” you joked, making the older guy chuckle.

“Well, you are free to stay here in the meantime. I was just reviewing some possible test subjects for the serum.” he shared.

You were about to say something when a conversation caught your and Dr. Ernskine’s attention. You see two men talking to each other. One wore an enlisted army uniform while the shorter one held a piece of what seemed to be a registration paper.

“You don’t think I can do it.” the smaller, blonde man spoke, hurt evident in his tone.

“This isn’t some back alley, Steve. It’s a war. Why are you so keen to fight? There are lots of other important jobs.”

Your eyes move to Dr. Ernskine at the mention of the war. He already seemed engaged in the conversation. With only listening to them for less than a minute, your brain already formed context on what they were arguing about.

“You want me to sit in a factory? Collect scrap metal in my little red wagon while the men are laying down their lives? I can do as well as them and I got no right to do any less. That’s the thing you don’t get, Bucky. It’s not about me.”

“Right. ‘Cause, you’ve got nothing to prove.”

Then, a girl called out the name of the uniformed man, breaking the tension between the two. Once again, you turned your head to the scientist beside you and he slowly looked back at you. You can tell that he got an idea just based on the narrowing of his eyes. So you asked,

“What are you thinking, Doctor?”

He turned back with a small smile, “I’m going back to the office, Ms. Y/N. You are free to come if you want to.”

With growing curiosity and interest, you did follow him. You watched as he immediately rummaged through files and even asked for help from another nurse. He described the features of the man you saw earlier and you can already comprehend what the doctor is doing. He also approached the medical doctor, telling the same guy.

“Let me talk to him if he ever comes here.” Dr. Ernskine said.

You looked through the documents on the desk as Dr. Ernskine talked to the doctor. You read how the guy tried enlisting in four different names under four different cities. Today would possibly be his fifth try. He was undeniably persistent. It was rare as you know how other men were just forced to fight for their country.

“Quite determined, isn’t he?” the scientist spoke beside you.

“Maybe he is a real patriot,” you mumbled, still staring at the documents.

“Maybe not,” he responded, which made you look at him. “Maybe, he is just a good man.”

A patriot? A good man? What’s the difference anyway? You asked yourself. As if on cue, the medical doctor came in, stating that the guy is waiting on the other side of the curtain. Dr. Ernskine wore his white lab coat and entered the other room. You decided to stay and sit on one of the empty chairs. Silently, you listened to their conversation.

Steve Rogers. His deep voice was a big contrast to his seemingly fragile physique. You smiled when you heard Steve denying the files, stating that it might be the wrong file. When asked about the Nazis, his answer can say a lot about him.

“I don’t like bullies, Doctor. I don’t care where they’re from.”

He is a noble man, you thought. And knowing how Dr. Ernskine was interested in Steve, you knew he would stamp Steve’s document for approval. Minutes later, the white curtain opened fully. Dr. Ernskine walked out the door to look for the other staff, who he asked to leave earlier, leaving you and Steve alone. You immediately locked eyes with Steve’s baby blue ones. He seemed shy as he was the first one to look away. You stood up from your seat.

“My name’s Dr. Y/N. I work for Stark Industries.” you introduced yourself and he seemed surprised when you broke the growing silence. He was just eyeing your hand for a second when you offered it in front of him.

“Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you, Ma’am,” he spoke as he shook your hand softly. “You are Howard Stark’s assistant.”

Being used to being recognized in that way, you chuckled with that, “Indeed, I am.”

Steve was about to say something when the door opened again. You both stopped and looked at it, expecting the doctor. This time, it was Edwin Jarvis, Howard’s butler. He seemed to be searching for someone.

“Ms. Y/N, Mr. Stark has been looking for you.”

You looked back at Steve, “I guess I should go now… Congratulations on your enlistment, Steve.”

Knowing your best friend, the guy probably showered Jarvis with questions about your whereabouts. So you mindlessly left the room with Jarvis, not even hearing Steve’s small bye.

Ev'ry time we say goodbye, I die a little. Ev'ry time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little.

An old but familiar jazz played on Steve’s phone while he stroked the pencil on his sketchpad. He hummed along to the music. It somehow made him feel less out of place or time rather. Just minutes ago, he told Natasha and Clint that he is going to bed. But in all honesty, he just wanted an excuse to not go to Tony’s time machine presentation. As much as he wants to be a supportive friend and colleague, the machine just reminds him of your disappearance.

Steve reached for his small eraser, ready to finish his quick sketch. He carefully erased some messy lines. After removing the remaining eraser, Steve’s lips formed into a small smile. He is still proud of the outcome of the drawing.

Suddenly, there were heavy knocks on his door. He slid his pad into his desk drawer and closed it. Steve asked FRIDAY to open the door. Sam, who was seemingly stressed, entered the room right away.

“Steve, man, you need to see what’s going on out there,” he said. His tone is a mix of disbelief, surprise, and stress. He even pointed his index finger outside the door.

“Why?”

Sam was just about to answer when a loud booming sound and screams were heard. Steve quickly stood up from his swivel chair. Sam followed him behind as they walked out of his room to go to the explosion.

“What’s happening? I thought Tony was presenting his new project.” Steve said, confused.

Sam was quick to reply, “He was. But then, this woman showed up and Bucky seems to know her–”

“Showed up?” Steve interjected.

“Yeah, like poof!” his friend demonstrated with jazz hands. “Tony pulled the time machine lever and suddenly, this woman is standing on the platform.”

His confusion rose. Nonetheless, Steve continued.

“Any information about the woman?”

“I don’t know, man. But Bucky called her, ``Dr. Y/N.”

“Y/N?”

Steve had to repeat that to make sure he was not just hearing things. Another booming sound was heard in the distance. The two shared a look. Sam proceeded,

“Yeah. Spider kid said she was Howard’s assistant. Then, I–”

That was it. That was Steve’s verification of you. He is totally unsure how such an event is possible. But that information gave him hope.

“Where is she?”

A thin blanket of gray smoke can be seen coming out of their entrance. Steve walked faster when he saw Pepper and Natasha assisting a woman from the hangar. Without even seeing your face, he can already confirm it is you. Your hair color is the same, only its length seems longer. You had the exact fashion sense of a lady from the late 1940s. Slowly, your head turned up, meeting his eyes. He noticed how your eyes widened as you stuttered, calling his name.

“S-Steve?!”

Seeing how surprised and terrified you are with everything, Steve was about to offer you a smile. But then, your eyes rolled off the back of your head as your knees gave up. He immediately walked up to you and carried you easily in a bridal style. He looked at your unconscious state before looking up at everyone in the room, where he met eyes with Bucky. He seemed surprised too with your sudden appearance in today’s time.

“Dr. Y/N possibly experienced a panic attack.” Vision stated behind them.

“You should bring her to the clinic. Bruce can check on her as soon as she wakes up.” Natasha told him.

Steve nods and leaves the room with you. He studied your facial features while he took you to the compound’s clinic. He still had to convince himself that this is real even though he is literally carrying you in his arms. The list of questions he’s asking right now is getting longer and he mentally reminds himself to ask both Tony and Bruce about it later.

FRIDAY opened the door and lights as you and Steve entered the clinic. Just when he gently lays you on the empty bed, you squirm. Your eyes slowly open up. Steve watched as you squinted your eyes at the bright light on the white ceiling. Then, to him. Your eyes widened and immediately sat up on the bed. You were staring at each other for a full quiet minute. He did not speak until you did.

“A-Am I dead?”

Steve paused, lines between his eyebrows before he realized why you asked the question. He tried not to chuckle when he replied, “No, you’re not.”

You shook your head, gulped, and carefully asked another question, “Are you Steve Rogers?”

“Yes, I am,” Steve answered with a tight smile. He is ready to explain how he is alive but you were already occupied.

In the most unintentional dramatic way, you sighed with the back of your hand on your forehead, “Damn it, I’m dead.”

You were under obvious stress. But you just accepted whatever happened to you. You expected it anyway… death. Is this heaven? Afterlife? The question popped into your head. You opened your eyes again, looking around the room you were in. Well, heaven seems to like glass windows and things that seem to be gadgets. Steve looked different than the last time you saw him, the day he crashed with the plane he controlled after fighting that chilling Red Skull. You ignored the butterflies in your stomach as you gaze a little longer at him. Do people still grow beards in the afterlife? Before you can think of more things, he spoke again.

“Y/N, I told you you’re not dead. You are very much alive.” he paused. “You are just in a different year…”

Your nose wrinkled as you put on a look of puzzlement. “Then, what year is it?”

“It’s 2018.”

“What?”

You felt a headache coming, which makes you massage your temples. Standing up from the soft bed, you paced around the room. You breathed out heavily, puffing your cheeks. You were supposed to be in 1947, a week before Howard did the test trial on you. Not here. 2018?! Is anyone playing pranks?! You turned to Steve.

“Please tell me you are just making this all up,” you begged. ”Did Howard set this all up? Did I faint while I was on the machine? How are you even alive?! A-Are you even the real Steve Rogers or are you a lookalike? Is Barnes out there too? Where am I– God. This is insane.”

You almost tugged at the roots of your hair, trying to find an explanation for everything. Steve was about to calm you down when the door slides. You two turned to catch who it was. Only to notice the same man you saw at the controls earlier. Another awkward silence passed before he cleared his throat,

“Hello, I am Dr. Bruce Banner and–”

“I’m Dr. Y/N from Stark Industries.” you introduced yourself eagerly. Seeing another doctor made you somehow more impatient to ask questions. You don’t know what his doctorate is for but you hoped he can answer you. “Can you please tell me, Dr. Banner, where am I?”

“You are in the 21st century, missy.”

Another guy comes in and you swore, he almost looks like your best friend. Except you never think Howard will wear such a beard. Plus, you don’t like how he seems full of himself. Like Howard. But you got used to your best friend.

“Missy? Please don’t call me that. I already introduced myself.”

The three men around you– even Tony Stark himself– can tell that you were aggravated by the Stark’s presence. Well, in your defense, you don’t like to be called nicknames like that. You already had enough of that with the ugly geezers you interacted with in your time and if you really are in another timeline, you don’t want to hear another stupid nickname from anyone.

“Who even are you?” you asked him.

Tony, even though he won’t admit it, seemed a bit stunned and intimidated by you at the same time. But he replied, “Tony Stark.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Stark? You’re a Stark?!”

“I don’t like repeating myself but yes.”

There is even more confusion. You stared at his face for what felt like forever. Tony looked back at you, wondering why you are looking that way. If this is the 21st century and this man is a Stark…

You gasped, “You are Howard’s son!”

Tony nods at the mention of his father’s name. But before he can say anything, you already bombarded him with questions. You even felt more hopeful.

“Where’s Howard? Is he here? Oh my god! Does he look old already? I need to see him! I have many things to ask him!”

You looked at Tony and you noticed how his expression changed. His eyes saddened. It became quieter in the whole room. Like you can hear if a needle falls on the ground. Your heartbeat became louder than your hearing. Searching for answers, your eyes moved to Bruce but he looked away. You then turned around and instantly met Steve’s apologetic gaze.

“Where is he?” you asked in almost a whisper.

Steve breathed out heavily before speaking, “Maybe you should sit down first, Y/N.”

“Why?”

You were uneasy with what was going on in your surroundings and mixed emotions. All of the confusion, fear and other emotions you feel are leading up to one thing: frustration.

“Why do I need to sit down first, Steve?!”

At this point, you almost screamed at him. But both Bruce and Tony stayed quiet. Steve still tried to talk to you,

“Y/N, please calm down–”

“Well, damn, Rogers! Tell me what’s happening because I don’t like any of this!” you cried.

You did not notice tears were already spilling from your eyes. You were tearing up out of pure confusion and frustration. Even worry because you don’t know where the hell is your best friend and you want to see him now. Your lungs squeezed as you take in a lot of air. You cannot stop yourself from walking back and forth with your hands holding your head and your hips. It was like you want to run out of whatever this room is and jump back to that platform you suddenly appeared on. You tugged your hair between your fingers, crouching down. Tears continued to stream down your cheeks. You know that panicking is not the best thing to do in an alarming situation. But what the hell is this?

“I hate this.” you sobbed.

No one dared to touch you. The three men were all sorry. Bruce only looked down, fiddling with his fingers. Tony quietly crossed his arms as he looked everywhere in the room except you. When you felt someone crouching down in front of you, you spoke again between sobs.

“Just tell me where Howard is. Please.”

You looked up to the man in front of you with your eyes tired and still teary. Steve read and understood how you felt. Helpless. He knew how you wanted answers badly and he also knows how overwhelming it will be. So, his eyes darted to Tony, silently asking for permission to let you know about Howard. He nods. Steve glanced back at you.

“Let’s sit down back to the bed first,” he told you in the softest way he can.

Thankfully, you nodded and Steve sat next to you. You were still sobbing as he reached for your resting hand on your lap. Instantly, the knot in your stomach went tighter. You already have thoughts about where Howard is but you just want to hear an official answer.

Steve’s voice was heavy, “Y/N, Howard has already died.”

He waited for a reaction. But you remained quiet. You let out a deep, weighty exhale through your nose since you were chewing on your lips. You closed your eyes and the waterworks started again except it’s all quiet now. Tony decided to leave the room. Bruce followed. Steve felt your other hand gripping above his.

You murmured with eyes still closed, “When?”

“1991. It was a car accident.”

Your shoulders shake when you cried harder. Your heart was crushed into pieces. In your mind, you were praying that this is all just an ugly nightmare. You hoped that when you open your eyes, you will be back in your bedroom. Instead, you see Steve, Captain America. The one whom you grieved for two years. But now, he is here, in front of you, while your best friend, Howard, is dead.

“How is this even real?”

It was a question in your head that you mindlessly spoke out. Steve moved closer and delicately pulled you in his arms, where you cried silently.

“How is she?”

The moment Tony and Bruce walked by the compound’s living room on their way back to the hangar, they noticed everyone who was waiting for updates.

“She’s awake. She and Steve are talking.” Bruce answered as Tony seemed somber and lost. “We don’t really get to talk with her. But we can confirm that she is Dr. Y/N from the 1940s.”

Pepper quickly noticed something wrong with her husband. So she called him, “Tony?”

Everyone’s attention moved to the man. But he is still lost, too deep in his thinking. Pepper called him again. Bruce had to nudge him to finally snap back to reality.

“What?” he asked Bruce, totally unaware.

“Can I talk to you outside?”

Tony turned his head to Pepper and nodded. The two walked out and leaving everyone in the compound. The cold breezy air made Pepper hug herself while walking side by side with Tony on their way to the lakeside. They chose to sit on one of the benches. Pepper wastes no time starting the conversation.

“How are you?” she asked with worry in her tone.

Tony replied, “I’m fine. Some machines don’t really work sometimes. There’s always room for improvement.”

“No, not about that.” Pepper shakes her head. “I’m talking about Dr. Y/N.”

“What about her?”

Tony tried to act like he was not affected at all by your sudden presence almost an hour ago. But he knows his wife can see right through his nonchalant facade.

“Bucky told us who she was– is.” Pepper corrected herself. “How do you feel?”

Tony knows who you are. But only by name as he avoided looking at your picture ever since he can remember. You are his dad’s terrific assistant. His best friend since college. And also, his dad’s greatest regret.

Ever since he was a kid, Howard never failed to tell him about you. He told stories, facts, and kind words about you that Tony almost felt bad about your disappearance. But then, it later became an issue between his parents. Behind closed doors, he would hear his mother complaining how Howard never seemed to move on from who was already gone. He did stop talking about you, biting his tongue every time he thought of something connected to you.

They did have a better marriage. But Tony never forgets to think of you as a special person to his dad. His dad never confirmed the fact that you are his what if and should have been. Tony hated it that it caused distance between him and his father. He builds a better relationship with his mother until their very last years.

“I… don’t know.”

But meeting you now, in a short interaction, Tony contemplated. He still trying to figure his messy thoughts out but he had one thing for sure.

“But I can see why she’s important to my father.”

“So, you were frozen in ice and joined this group of superheroes…”

It’s been a couple of hours since you came to this timeline. Steve just told you how he survived what happened back in 1945 since you asked him to. undeniably, you were astonished and shocked by how it happened. He told you bits of the beginning chapters of his current life to somehow make you understand even a little. You were gladly picking up and telling him your conclusion. Steve was relieved to see you more comfortable sitting on the bed with your puffy eyes.

“Then, you go fight every time there is a threat, not just here in the country, but the world?” you ended. Steve nods. You smiled. But it didn’t last long since it slowly faded and you looked down, pursing your lips.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked.

You looked up, shaking your head, “Nothing… I just realized that I’m pretty much alone now. Everyone I know from my time is probably dead now.”

“You’re not alone. I’m still alive. You know me.” Steve quipped.

Your lips formed into a small smile, “Do I? I mean, you’ve been here for years now, Steve. You probably changed too.”

He shrugged, “Nope, still the same guy from the 40s.”

“The one who lied many times on his forms?” you teased and you two shared a laugh.

“Yes. That’s me, Ma’am.” he joked back, using the same formal tone. You laughed. Once you two calmed down, he spoke again, “But really, you’re not alone. I’m here. Buck will help you too. I’m sure everyone in the compound will.”

You nodded after he placed his hand on yours again. You still have a long list of questions in your mind and some are still left unanswered. Your heart is still crying for Howard and your loss. But having Steve, who can understand you, will hopefully help you to adapt to this crazy time.

“Thank you, Steve.”

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