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bean-bean2000 · 2 months

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The Maid - Part 1

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing.

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You stare up at the ceiling as you lay in bed next to the man who calls himself 'your saviour'. Every time he stirs in his sleep, you gasp and wince in fear of waking him. He is far better asleep than he will ever be awake.

Three years ago, you fell into the arms of a man you thought would help you. You were alone, homeless and desperate. Your parents had died in a house fire, which left you with nothing and no one. Naive, you trusted the first person that showed you an ounce of kindness. You had fallen intro a trap, one you thought was love, but was in fact a cage. Your parents had left you with a significant debt to repay to the crown. He forced you to work for him, do whatever he wants, in exchange for money to help pay off the debt. You have been stuck in this horrific home since, unable to do anything without consequence.

You haven't had a proper night's sleep in years. Your eyes are sunken with deep dark circles beneath. You hardly eat anymore.

You stopped feeling anything at all, years ago. All you feel is numb, like a zombie, a shell of your former self. A life that is so far away, the memories have long faded.

You're so lost in thought, gazing into nothingness when you're suddenly yanked out of the bed.

"Get up. You're leaving. I finally found a use for you." he spits at you.

You don't have enough energy to question him as you get up sluggishly and head to the bathroom to change.

As soon as you exit the bathroom, he is dragging you outside where a a dozen soldiers await; people are lined up in front of them.

"Here. Take her." he says to the guard as he shoves you towards him.

The soldier looks you up and down and nods. You're swept away by other men and hoisted onto the back of a carriage. Other men and women peer up at you in fear.

It doesn't take long for you to realize what has happened. You've been sold to the crown to be a worker. You stare at the floor and zone out, wondering if you will forever be forced to be at the mercy of others that are powerful and wealthy. As the carriage takes off, you feel nothing, you hear nothing, all you see is your so-called 'home' slowly fade behind the trees.

The others have fallen asleep as you stare out the carriage. You have no idea how long it has been but the sun has long set and it is deep into the evening when you arrive at the castle. The guards shuffle you out, line you up and assign you your duties.

"You." The woman points at you. "She will do." she says as she hands you a pile of clothes. You stare up at her as she clarifies your new job: maid.

The guards lead each group of workers to their designated quarters.

"You are maids. You will follow the schedule, with no excuses. You have been sold to serve for the crown. You will receive no pay. Your pay is the right to live in the castle. You will be provided food and shelter. Any act of disobedience will be punishable by any means appropriate that is decided upon the guards or anyone of higher status. You are to speak to no one. Do your job and stay quiet." The guard finishes explaining your new life then turns around and shuts the doors closed behind him with a loud bang.

The silence is deafening. Everyone too scared to say a word. They all choose a makeshift bed on the floor and prepare to get some sleep before the new day.

You sit in your cot and stare at the floor. You don't realize how much time had passed until the sun shining on your face and the guards are yelling at you all to wake up and start the day.

Will I ever know freedom? Will I ever find happiness? Or am I forced to succumb to this measely life until I die?

The first two weeks seem to pass without problems, until the guards decide to take it upon themselves to 'discipline' as they deem fit.

Most guards resort to name-calling, degradation or sometimes physical punishment. Nothing, nobody was as terrible as one who we called "Snake". He would slither his way into the chambers and choose his prey for the week, sometimes longer. He did as he pleased, if met with opposition, he would often beat them into submission.

You managed to avoid him as long as possible until one night, his large finger points towards you.

You stare at him, expressionless. You refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing your pain, your fear or your desperation. His eyes turn cloudy with anger as he watches you approach him, emotionless.

The others look at you with fear and pity as he drags you out of the maid's quarters towards his room.

He throws you on the floor and closes the door behind him.

"You think I don't know your little game, you harlot?" he sneers at you as he picks you up and slaps you so hard you fall to the floor, your cheek pulsating in pain.

He grabs your cheeks tightly with one hand and squeezes "You will fear me. You will obey me." he threatens you.

Once again, you stare at him blankly. You feel nothing, you haven't for a long time now.

He growls in frustration and punches you again, searching for any reaction; tears, a grunt, a whimper, anything, and yet you show nothing.

"You witch. Impossible. Everybody fears me." he yells at you as he strikes you again. You lay on the floor motionless, your nose and mouth bleeding.

"You will answer me when I speak to you!" he growls in anger as he strikes you again.

You stare up at him and remain silent.

"Are you deaf? mute? Useless! Maybe, you will be useful for other things instead...." he sneers at you as he smirks disgustingly with a knowing look.

Again, you stare at him blankly again. As he begins unbuckling his belt he says "Submit to me. You will do as I say, maid."

You start laughing which makes him look up at you in rage.

"You dare laugh at me?! You filthy servant!" he grabs you by the neck and holds you down tightly, slightly cutting off your airways but enough for you to remain awake.

"Submit to me!" he yells at you.

"Never." you croak.

He screams in a fit of rage and strikes you again. You continue to laugh.

"Witchcraft! You're a disgusting witch! Submit to me or I will have you burned at the stake!" he spits at you.

"I promise you, I will bite your dick off if it comes near me. The human jaw can be so powerful, sometimes a crowbar isn't strong enough to pry it open and I promise you I will not let go until my jaw is pried open." you threaten him as you begin laughing hysterically.

He stares at you in confusion, disgust and fear.

"I knew it! You're a witch!" He screams.

"Are you sure you want to test that theory?" you laugh at him.

He yells in frustration as he strikes you again "I said submit to me!"

You stare him directly in the eyes "No matter how loud the wind howls, the mountain will not bow down to it."

His eyes turn red with rage, he picks you up and throws you across the room. He kicks you on your side.

He continues hitting you as he demands you submit to him. You repeat the same word, almost as a prayer "Never".

You didn't care if you died or how, but you promised yourself that no matter how desperate you would become, you would never submit yourself to another man again, no matter the cost.

Once he is finally done he spits on you, drags you back to the maid's chambers and throws on you the floor as he slams the door behind him.

A few women crowd you and help you to your cot. You're bleeding from your nose and mouth. Your eye is black and swollen shut, your lip is split, your ribs hurt when you breathe.

Even after all that, you realize you still feel nothing. You stare up at the ceiling as the other women surround you to help clean your wounds.

From that moment on, you have been the subject to the Snake's abuse. You have spoken no words, except for "Never" every time the Snake commands you to submit to him. You would rather take on every physical punishment, than let him touch an inch of you.

A few weeks pass with the same abuse, except now other guards have partaken in it as well. You are now referred to as "witch" by the guards. They sneer at you when you walk past them. You keep your head held high and walk straight forward, without giving them a glance.

I am my own person. I have my own thoughts. I am not a puppet.

You repeat these phrases everyday in your head, like a chant to keep you grounded. You've taught yourself to recite small facts about your life to yourself in your head, such as your birthday, your favourite colour, your favourite author and book. It reminds you of who you are, of who they can never take away from you.

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As the months go by, the abuse never ceases. It periodically skips you, allowing your body time to heal before being targeted again.

You have managed to be friendly with the other maids, but still keep to yourself and limit your words. You rarely speak and only do so when absolutely necessary. You decided it was safest for you this way.

You have been generally assigned menial maid tasks, such as cleaning the chambers of the guards or other members of higher status than you, until today. You’re assigned to clean King Loki's quarters. He owns an entire wing to himself, therefore you are to do it alone as he is very particular about his items. It was decided upon the head maid that you were the least likely to steal and most likely to complete the job to Loki's very high standards.

Without much of a choice, you accept the new assignment and make your way to his wing. As grateful as you are for this opportunity, to work alone and use the specialized cleaning supplies for the king, you were also in so much pain. The previous night was the harshest in a long time. The guards told you the king wanted to send you a personal message. By the end of it, you could hardly move and had to be dragged to your cot. Laying in bed, you wondered why the king would choose you for this punishment. You had done nothing wrong, what made you deserving of such poor treatment?

As you're walking to the kings wing, every step you take is followed by a limp and a wince. Nevertheless, the work had to be completed. The consequences were too severe if the work were not to be completed to his prestigious standards. If the king was willing to send you such a message the previous night as a warning for what was to come, the current pain was worth suffering through. From what you've heard the kings punishments never ended well. Nobody ever returned.

With that in mind, you headed to his wing with a slight limp and a wince under your breathe with every step.

Two week pass by and you've been permanently assigned to clean the kings wing, as per his request. You hope it is because he is satisfied with your work, rather than this be some cruel plan.

Once the guards heard of your new permanent position as the kings personal maid, their visits became daily. You were now the only maid being succumbed to their harsh treatment. You knew they were trying to sabotage you so the king would be displeased with your work and be rid of you.

Even so, everyday you wake up and perform your duties. You persevered and refused to let them think they won, no matter how painful, you always kept your head held high.

You're walking to the kings wing, products and cleaning items in hand when a guard approaches and swings his arm at you. You fall to the floor, Cleaning products go flying across the hall, splattering on the floor, against the wall and all over you.

"Tsk tsk tsk... what a shame... you better pray the king doesn't see this mess you caused...." he laughs as he walks over you.

You say nothing as you try getting up but slip on the soapy wet floor. You curse at the mess.

He can't see this. I have to clean this up. I can't be delayed, the king accepts no excuses for punctuality. He will kick me out on the streets... or worse... have me killed.

You get up shakily, holding on the wall for as much support as possible. Your body aches as you start mopping up the mess with speed that can only be explained by pure fear.

Once it's decently done you run to the next room and start cleaning as fast as possible. The pain from the abuse inflicted upon you daily is taking its toll. You decide you have to suck it up until you're done.

You're doing your final task: The king's bedroom. With one wrist against your chest, you clean the bedroom. You're trying to make the bed but can't do it with one hand. Shakily, you move your other wrist and try grabbing the sheets. You hiss in pain and pull back. You're slowing down, taking longer to do simple tasks. Your wrist is swollen wrist and throbbing in pain from the fall earlier. You can hardly move it.

You manage to finish making the bed and is finishing off by dusting the room, keeping your wrist to your chest to stabilize it as much as possible. As you were working through your pain, you didn't notice the time until you hear somebody clear their throat behind you.

You gasp in surprise and spin around.

"King Loki... your highness... I apologize for my tardiness... I-" you start rambling, your head looking down and your legs in a curtsy.

"The hall is a mess. You're late. Your work is very subpar today. I'm disappointed." he tells you coldly while staring you down.

You say nothing as to avoid accidentally insulting him or frustrating him further.

"Consider this your first and last warning. If this happens again, you will heed the consequences." He says to you, chin up, staring at you while you keep your eyes on your shoes.

You mumble another apology when he dismisses you.

You quickly run out of his bedroom. Your heart is racing, you're shaking.

You run to the maid's quarters and go to your cot, avoiding the others. You're staring up at the ceiling, wondering how you possibly escaped his wrath. Replaying the scene in your head, you realize you never looked at him. You've never seen the king in person, only in pictures.

Luckily, tomorrow is the weekend the guards go out to the neighbouring city as a security check-up. You stare at your wrist, which is now purple, blue and swollen. You go to the bathroom and lock the door so you're alone. You remove your clothes as take in a sharp breath as pain courses through your body. You use two wooden sticks you found outside earlier, to stabilize your wrist, hoping it will speed the healing process. When you look up at your reflection you notice the deep colouring littering your body. Purple, blue, yellow, green.... bruises in various levels of healing spread across your body.

You come to the conclusion that you need help... medical help. You slip on a night gown and make your way to the clinic where Dr. Banner resides. He is the only doctor the workers of lower status trust, as he is kind, caring and genuine.

He welcomes you in his room and questions why you came to him so late at night.

You say nothing. You lift your night gown and watch as his eyes widen in understanding. He turns around and files through his medical cabinet.

"Here. Take one pill a day for 3 days. It will completely numb your pain and significantly increase the healing process. Put this healing balm over your bruises and on your wrist, every night for a week." he says to you as he hands you the medicine.

You open your mouth to thank him when he lifts his hand up "No need... please stay safe... if ever you need anything, you know where to find me." his eyes filled with pain and compassion.

You nod and turn around to walk back to your cot.

You immediately spread the balm over your body once your in the bathroom and wrap what you can in bandages to keep it from absorbing into the clothes rather than your skin.

Laying down in bed, the adrenaline from the day wears off and fatigue takes over until you fall into a deep sleep.

Part 2

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captnvbarnes · 4 months

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➼ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹’𝑺 𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑫 | (17+) 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

theme — mcu zombie au!

pairings — bucky barnes x fem!reader, steve rogers x fem!reader

warnings — graphic gore, language, angst, undead themes, apocalypse (twd inspired zombies), substance abuse, graphic violence, use of weaponry, cannibalism, slight fluff, smut, character deaths, forbidden love, slow burn, inspiration taken from twd universe

summary — the outbreak had happened as quick as the first bite. one, then two, then 1/3 of the population became 2/3’s. before any of the avengers could comprehend this threat, it overcame them with new york’s rising population becoming undead. bucky is your protector, not by choice but by chance he was there just in time to save you. you two flew the compound, leaving the life you knew. leaving your husband to rot. as you two grapple what this new world has become, everything became too much. the world depended on you guys to save them, but how could you save anyone now? and when the blood runs and the nights become colder, who will save you?

This story is best suited for a mature audience, so read at your own discretion.

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PROLOUGE

OUTBREAK DAY

RUN AWAY

LEAVE IT

FIRST GLANCE

THIS IS HOME?

ATHEN

TRIGGER BANG BANG

ASSISTANCE

CAMP HELLFIRE

SINNERS

MAROON SKY

STRAYING

I CAN’T GO ON WITHOUT YOU

GHOST IN THE WIND

A SHINY PEARL

WELCOME HOME

SAVOR THIS

IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE

RAPTURE

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO BREAK?

SAVE YOURSELF FOR SOMEONE ELSE

SALVATION

EPILOUGE

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crazyunsexycool · 6 months

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Unbreakable

Chapter 5

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: some fluff, some angst, nightmare, mentions of abuse, talks of implied sexual assault, Marvin being a good boy, Steve being his dreamy self (at least I think so),

A/N: These two are so cute together. 🥹

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The compound was huge and mostly empty. You looked at it with awe as your taxi drove away. Marvin sat next to you but by the shuffling he was doing he wanted to explore. The glass walls only exposed the dark empty entrance but you didn’t dare just walk in. No, you’d stay just where you were until Steve came out. It apparently took a few minutes from wherever he was in the belly of the building but soon enough you saw his large silhouette through the glass.

“Hey.” He says with a smile once he opens the door. “How was the drive up? I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up but some briefings held me up.”

“It’s ok. The drive wasn’t bad but the taxi driver had horrible taste in music.”

He smiles as he grabs the gym bag you brought with you and holds the door open for you. It had been about a week since the first movie night. The next day he had been called out for a mission that lasted almost the full week. It didn’t help that there was also limited contact. But it did help you think about the relationship that was forming between the two of you. Was it just friendship or was there a hint of more? You wanted to say the latter but you were forcing yourself to not go there.

“Nat’s very excited to meet you.”

“Well I’m very excited to meet her too.”

Today was the first day of your training on self defense. It was exciting but nerve wracking.

“Would you like a tour first? I think Nat is finishing up on some paperwork.”

“Ok.” You looked up and smiled at Steve.

He led you through common rooms and the living quarters, empty labs, meeting rooms, the gun range and ended in the gym. The whole time the building was empty. Not a single soul other than you and Steve. And Marvin of course.

“This is where we do— did our training.”

“Every day?”

“Yeah, we would partner up with different team members to make sure we could handle different fighting styles. We would practice different combat tactics with everyone’s abilities.” There was fondness and regret mixed in his words. His eyes were distant as if he were reliving memories that happened right in this very room.

Across the room a door opens and in walks Nat. You maybe looked her up to see how intimidating she was and you were not disappointed. Marvin is practically vibrating next to you as Nat gets closer. There is an air of aloofness but her eyes betray her. She gives you a practiced smile as she stops before you.

“Nat this is Y/N, Y/N this is Nat.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“I could say the same thing.”

Marvin nudges Nat’s thigh and huffs until he gets attention.

“And who is this handsome boy?”

“This is Marvin, he’s my service dog. You can pet him if you like.”

Nat goes on one knee and Marvin nudges her chest until she is scratching behind his ears. You look up at Steve who has a sad expression on his face. After another minute of Nat and Marvin getting to know each other she stands back up.

“So, Steve tells me you want to learn how to defend yourself.”

“Yes and I really appreciate both of you doing this. I know you’re probably really busy and it means a lot.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s good to have a few moves under your belt. Now, do you have any fighting experience at all?”

“Does swinging a frying pan count?” You grimace.

“Did you hit the intended target?”

You nod as you remember the day of the snap.

“Then it does. I want to show you a few very basic moves and go from there. That way I can see what we need to work on. It will probably take a few lessons, I hope that’s ok?”

“Whatever you think works best. I am here to learn.”

“Good, Steve is going to be our training dummy. He was kind enough to volunteer.” Nat smiles genuinely this time and you smile back. “Ok so I’m going to show you one move and then you’ll do it. That way I can see where you are and where to go from there.”

You nod and move to sit at a bench Nat pointed to. With the help of Steve she starts showing you simple moves. Then you get up and practice the same moves over and over until you get them right. You’re beaming by the time the lesson is halfway through and you all take a break. It’s more for your sake than theirs. Steve takes Marvin for a walk and promises to bring back more water bottles. That leaves you and Nat alone and considering how thoughtful and careful she has been up to now, being under her scrutiny makes you cautious.

“He likes you, you know.” Nat finally breaks her silence. Her statement leaves you unsure of how to respond. “You don’t have to like him like that. Steve is respectful and won’t ever push you to do something you don’t want but thank you for just being there for him. I haven’t seen him smile like he used to in a long time.”

“H-how can you be sure it’s because of me? Maybe he just became my friend because of Marvin.”

“He is a cute dog.”

“The best boy.”

Nat cracks a grin and leans back, propping herself on her elbows. Before you can pick up the conversation you both hear something happening outside. The wind had picked up and there was something mechanical whirling until it stopped. Everything went completely still and you looked over at Nat to find that she wasn’t worried at all. About a minute later Steve walks back in with Marvin in tow and two strangers. A rather odd pairing. It was a raccoon and a blue lady. Marvin trots happily to his spot next to you but you feel on edge.

“Hey Romanoff.” The raccoon greets your new found friend.

“Rocket, Nebula. How was the flight?”

“It could have been worse.” The woman, Nebula you assumed, answered. “Who’s this?”

“This is Y/N a friend.”

“Hi.” You squeak out with an awkward wave.

Black eyes bore into yours and you feel like she’s reading your thoughts and maybe she is. After a few awkward seconds she finally looks bored and moves on. Both Nebula and Rocket excuse themselves to go freshen up.

“So you guys work with a talking raccoon?”

They both nod as if a talking raccoon is the most normal thing in the world.

“I’m very disappointed you never told me you know a raccoon that can talk.”

“How exactly was I supposed to work that into a conversation?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “Nat would have done it.”

“I really would have.”

Steve shakes his head but chuckles while you and Nat high five.

“I think we’re done for today.”

“I should get going.”

“Don’t. Stay and hang out with us.” Nat says. “You brought a change of clothes, right?”

You nod.

“Perfect, stay the night then. I’ll show you to one of the spare bedrooms.”

She didn’t give you a choice but you still looked at Steve. He only smiled and gave you a nod.

“I like her.” Nat said as she walked into the living room. “You two would be perfect together.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think she’s looking for a relationship.”

“Have you talked about it with her?”

“No but I'm sure that after whatever happened to her she’s looking to stay as far away from relationships as possible.”

“Well you won’t know until you talk about it. Don’t wait until it’s too late. I saw how you looked at each other.”

“Fine, when the time is right I’ll sit down and talk to her.”

“Talk to who?” Rocket walked in with Nebula following close behind.

“It’s nothing. How was your mission?”

Nebula and Rocket start telling them all of the details about their latest mission in deep space. They’re engrossed in the story so no one hears you walk toward the living room.

“And then bam.” Rocket says and then yelps when Marvin barks. He turned around with a gun in his hand and pointed in your direction.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me. Nothing scares me.”

“What about that time that we-“

“Nope, not scared.” Rocket cuts Nebula off and even though she doesn’t seem like the type of person that smiles the essence of a smile graces her lips for a second.

You smile as you take the open spot next to Steve on the couch and Marvin lays at your feet.

“How about a movie?” Nat grabs a remote from the coffee table and puts something on.

The night had been nice. Steve was glad that you’d stayed for an impromptu movie night. The longer he spent around you the more he could see a weight lift off your shoulders, a light come back to your eyes. It made him care for you more, to want and protect you from all the bad things that this world still had to offer. He laid in bed wondering if it would be too soon to ask you out on a proper date. Maybe he would talk about it with Nat first and get her opinion. Steve closed his eyes with the hope of getting some sleep before he drove you back to the city.

Marvin’s bark pulls Steve out of the state of drowsiness he found himself in. Were you trying to take him outside and got lost? Steve gets up and before he opens the door to his room a blood curdling scream rips through the air. His feet move faster than his brain as he runs down the hall. Nat is there with a gun in hand ready to attack whoever is hurting you. Another scream, there’s begging for someone to stop hurting you and Steve is ready to rip whoever it is into pieces.

“Friday, how many intruders are there?” Nat asks in a whisper.

“There are no intruders. Ms. Y/L/N seems to be having a nightmare.”

Nat looks up at Steve and quietly asks him what to do.

“You should go in first. I think she’ll feel safer with a woman.”

Nat nods and hands him her gun. She opens the door as you yell again. Marvin is on the bed trying to wake you up as you struggle against the bed sheets that are now wrapped around you.

“Y/N, you’re ok. You’re safe.” Nat calls out softly. “I need you to wake up for me. Y/N you’re safe. We aren’t going to let anyone hurt you.”

You wake up with a small gasp and tears rolling down your temples.

“Can I come closer?” Nat asks from the foot of the bed.

Through the soft moonlight filtered through the window she sees you nod. Nat moves around so that you can see her better.

“Can I untangle the bed sheets?”

You nod again and she makes quick work of it.

“Steve is right outside, would you like him in here with you or do you prefer that I stay?”

“Steve.” You whisper.

He couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him with the knowledge that you felt safe with him. Nat walks out and nods towards the room before telling him that she would make you some tea. Standing in the doorway with just the moon as a light source he can see your tear stained cheeks and the look of fear still in your eyes as you sit up against the headboard. Marvin drapes himself over your lap in order to provide you with comfort.

“What can I do for you Y/N?” Steve asks softly but you still startle at his voice.

“Um… I- Could you-“

“It’s ok, take your time.” Steve says as he watches you struggle to give him an answer.

“Sit with me.” You say after a moment.

“I can do that.”

Steve walks in and sits at the foot of the bed but for you that’s too far. You finally look up at him and he gives you a gentle, reassuring smile.

“Too far.” You mumble with a small pout.

“Where should I sit then?”

You answer by pulling back the covers and patting the spot next to you. Steve gets up and moves around the bed but doesn’t sit.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with me sitting here?”

“Yes.”

Steve nods and settles into the spot beside you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You look up at him just as Nat walks in with a cup of tea.

“This should help calm your nerves. If you need anything I’m just down the hallway.”

“Thanks Nat.” You say as you grab the mug and take a sip.

She smiles and walks out leaving you and Steve alone again. It’s alone for a few minutes.

“It was more like a memory than a nightmare.” You start. “He was pinning me down by pressing his knee on my chest and I couldn’t breathe. Then he was ripping off my clothes-“ you choked a sob and Steve took your hand in his.

Marvin lifted his head and licked away the tears. You pet his head until he settles back down and then you rest your head on Steve’s shoulder.

“I hate feeling like I’ll never be free of his hold.”

“I know you can’t see it right now but you’ve come a long way already.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” You huff.

“Tell me something, before when he was around how many times a week were you able to go out and hang out with friends? Maybe go have dinner or a girls night? Or go hang out at a friend’s house?”

“Never.”

“If we would have met before everyone blipped, would we have been able to be friends?”

“Absolutely not.” You shake your head. “He wouldn’t have allowed it.”

“Yet here you are. You went out to lunch with your friend the other day. We had a movie night at your place. We’ve gone to the dog park and you’re even having a sleepover.

So while you feel like he still has a hold on you, every time you do something he wouldn’t have liked you’re freeing yourself.”

You sat there and thought about what he said.

“He would have hated you.”

“I think I can live with that.” Steve squeezes your hand.

“Can I ask for a favor? You can say no.”

“Anything.”

“Could you stay here tonight?”

“If you’re sure then yes.”

“I’m sure.”

“Alright, let’s get comfortable.” He says and begins to shuffle around to lay back down.

The next morning Steve wakes up first. Marvin is huffing on his side of the bed wanting to be let out. Steve doesn’t want to move though because you’re comfortably asleep on his chest with his arm around you. He can’t help the smile he gets when he looks down at you sleeping soundly. He’ll make sure to commit this moment to memory so that he can draw it later.

“You’re really warm.” You say in a sleepy voice.

“Is that bad?”

“Absolutely not. It's the best, I’m always cold.”

“So you’re just using me for my body heat?”

You giggle and press yourself into him more. “Yes, I am.”

Marvin whines again and scratches at the door.

“I have to take him out.” You say as you start to get up.

“I’ll take him for a run. Stay in bed or go find Nat.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“I’m offering.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.” Steve reluctantly gets up and takes Marvin with him while you lay back down. It’s the first time in years that you manage to have a smile on your face so early in the morning.

After having spent some more time with Nat and Nebula Steve drove you home.

“You should take him running more often. He’s never this calm.” You say while looking at Marvin in the back seat.

“Well I do run a lot. I probably tired him out.”

Steve stops his car right in front of your building and gets out to open your door for you. Even though it’s a short walk to your front door he walks beside you with your bag in his hand.

“I’m glad you came over yesterday. Hopefully we can do this again soon. Nat was already bugging me about bringing you back.”

“Nat’s great. We even made plans to go out sometime soon.”

“Well I’m very proud of you.”

Steve beams and you can’t help but return the smile.

“I’m proud of myself too. Thank you for everything Steve.” Unconsciously you throw your arms around his midsection and hug him right.

His arms wrap around you and you feel him kiss the top of your head. You can’t help but sigh at the comforting gesture.

“I’ll see you soon?” You ask hopefully.

“Of course, unless Nat decides to keep you for herself.”

“Never,” you shake your head. “I’ll always have time for you.”

“Good, I’ll make sure to use it all up then.”

You take your bag from him and unlock the front door. With a final wave goodbye you and Marvin head up to your apartment. It’s the first time in a very long time that you’ve felt the heavy weight of guilt and anger and regret get lighter. You can’t help but think that Steve is right. With everything you go out and do you are freeing yourself from his hold on you.

More importantly you’re starting to feel like yourself again.

Ch. 6

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waywardxrhea · 4 months

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Captain America: Professional Best Friend installment list

Introductory things!

Part One - Welcome to New York

Part Two - The Tesseract

Part Three - The Battle of New York

Part Four - The Start of Something New

Part Five - Welcome to STRIKE

Part Six - Trying to Catch my Breath

Part Seven - On Your Left

Part Eight - Just Keep Driving

Part Nine - Lurking in the Shadows

Part Ten - The Winter Soldier

Part Eleven - The Battle at the Triskelion

Part Twelve - A New Job?

Part Thirteen - Transitionary Period

Part Fourteen - The Battle of Sokovia Part 1

Part Fifteen - The Party

Part Sixteen - The Past Catches Up

Part Seventeen - The Battle of Sokovia Part 2

Part Eighteen - The Breaking Point

Part Nineteen - The Past Revealed

Part Twenty - You Got a Friend in Me

Part Twenty-One - Evaluations

Part Twenty-Two - Training

Part Twenty-Three - 27/16

Part Twenty-Four - Ready to Run

Part Twenty-Five - Lagos

Part Twenty-Six - Decisions, Decisions...

Part Twenty-Seven - The Bombing

Part Twenty-Eight - Reunited

Part Twenty-Nine - Something to Believe In

Part Thirty - Happy Birthday Steve!

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Part Thirty-One - Girls' Day!

Part Thirty-Two - Incoming

Part Thirty-Three - Cabin Fever

Part Thirty-Four - The Prank War

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Part Thirty-Five - The Attack

Part Thirty-Six - The Battle of Wakanda

Part Thirty-Seven - Once in a Lifetime

Part Thirty-Eight - Let it Burn

Part Thirty-Nine - First Dates

Part Forty - Beautiful Pain

Part Forty-One - Sisters

Part Forty-Two - The Beach

Part Forty-Three - We’re in the Endgame Now

Part Forty-Four - A New Hope

Part Forty-Five - See You in a Minute

Part Forty-Six - This Means War

Part Forty-Seven - The Chain

Part Forty-Eight - An Evening of Reunions

Part Forty-Nine - Here We Go Again…

Part Fifty - Making Amends

Part Fifty-One - Two Hearts, Just You and Me {The Final Part}

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lavenderpanic · 5 months

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I think sometimes I forget that slowburn includes like. Scenes where the characters actually flirt with each other. I'm on chapter FOURTEEN, 100,000 WORDS INTO THIS FIC and I'm like... is it too soon for Bucky to outright flirt with Steve?

#bucky barnes #stucky #steve rogers #stevebucky #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #catws #captain america #i am ash from your fire #iaafyf #ao3 #fanfic #slow burn #writer

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Always Come For You MasterList {Movie Rewrite}

This Is A Series!!!!

Summary: Steve thought he’d lost both his best friends in the war, but he never expected seventy years later to find out that he’d ever get to see the two that mattered most to him again. First Bucky, now he’s told the reader is alive too? Will he ever get the chance to tell the reader how he feels or is all lost? Bucky came back, so why can’t you?

⚠️Warnings: Mentions of weapons and fighting, Very slow burn, language,

Authors Note: This was based off of a post I saw on @romeulusroy page now it is in no way shape or form taking anything from the work that was posted to their page, it just heavily inspired it. So thank you Enna for inspiring this.

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gleeksfreaksandwannabes · 4 months

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Not me getting emotional over my own god damn writing!

This story started as a random thought I had after watching Loki, and somehow over the last week or so it’s had me hooked and it’s become ‘the author gives Steve and Bucky literally every healing moment she wants to because she has all the feels and she needs them to be OK’

It’s a loose fix-it for Endgame in which Steve returns the stones but gets caught by the TVA, and I’m really proud of it, so if you want to check it out that would mean a lot <3

#honestly this fic is my answer to everything stevebucky #post endgame #slow burn #is it really slow burn if steve is literally jumping between time periods?#everyone knows they’re in love except them #including literal variants of themselves #god damn messes i tell you #my babies #stucky #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #marvel #my writing #laura’s writing

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Worse Than Worse | 001

What is going on with us?

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (eventual)

Warnings: gun violence, violence, angst, blood, enhanced individual, curse words, smut, soft spot, soft sex, trauma bonding, miscarriages, artificial insemination

word count: 3.5k

Summary: Being on the run with Bucky has its ups and downs. After merely escaping from Hydra and being saved by the avengers, Bucky promised to one day have a life where it’d be just the two of you. The bond you two shared won’t ever be replicated though the strength of it seems to weaken as each day passes by. It seems as though being with the avengers has strained your relationship in a way that’s unexplainable and now you and Bucky found different people to give you solace, unbeknownst to each other.

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Pain and exhaustion was a feeling you knew all too well. It’s almost engraved in your dna to know the feeling. Your chest tightened and breath shortened followed by a strike of pain with each inhale but that was never a reason to stop running. Running. It seemed like you had been running forever, at least enough to get you miles away from the base. You ran as far as your injected legs could take you, motivated by absolute fear as what would happen if they had caught you.

“We could stay here.”

Bucky. The man who made everything less scary, who touched your heart in many ways during your time in hell. If there was one thing you were sure about, is that the hell you were in was his own hell too. His long hair and blue eyes captivated you the moment he entered the cell they thrown you in. The moment they first introduced you to him, it was as if they sent a devil to attempt to seduce you into sin. When you found out he wasn’t one of them, it made it easier to be around him. Knowing he had no choice in this either, gave you peace. In a fucked up way, it made you feel better that you weren’t alone in this. If he was strong, you could be strong with him.

“What if we considered pro-creation?”

“Would either of them even be willing in breeding? There’s no guarantee the offspring would carry on the abilities. The super serum is already a watered down version compared to the one Erksine created, what shall we do with the offspring if it didn’t carry on their abilities?” spoke the voice of the devil

“It doesn’t matter if they’re willing. Since when has this been about them? If by any chance the offspring doesn’t carry on its abilities, we can just simply exterminate it.”

Countless times did they artificially inseminate you with Bucky’s secretion in hopes of creating a deadly weapon combined with the abilities you and Bucky carried. 10 times to be exact, all of them ending up in miscarriages which you were punished for. The last attempt was a success and when you gave birth, your newborn was immediately stripped away from your grasp and placed into a lab. They began checking the baby’s vitals, searching for any signs of being enhanced. It was all a blur to you. From the moment they told you the attempt was successful and you were finally carrying a fetus, to the moment you were spread out on a stretcher, in agonizing pain ready to pop. Hearing your baby’s cries was a sound you were blessed enough to hear. You created that. When they took it away from you, you were consumed in rage. They’ve took everything from you, but taking your baby from you was too much.

You screamed, kicked, fought, ending up killing three men. Shortly after, you were placed in solitary confinement. Every moment spent in there was a moment you drowned in an endless sadness that couldn’t go away. The desperation to swim your way out of this aching depression was eventually going to lead you to your death.

In a few short moments, the door that held you in this box room was opened and a body was thrown into the room by another guard. He stood up, his face was stained with dry blood and an angry expression. He walked towards you, taking a seat by your side almost collapsing with the overwhelming emotions he’s burdened by. ‘I’m sorry, soldat. She didn’t have our abilities.’ He said with despair.

‘It was a she?’ Was all you could muster up to say until you eventually ended up in his embrace, crying your emotions out.

“Stand guard. There might be residents.” You sternly reply. Fallen leaves from the forest trees cracked and crinkled under your dark combat boots as you scoured the windows of the abandoned cabin. You peeked through the crusty windows of the cabin wiping the dust off to clearly see inside and after deciding the cabin looked empty, you opened the door with your gun in hand. Bucky stealthily walked behind you, guarding your back. With a click of a button, the flashlight of your gun turned on and instantly lit up the room. The cabin looked as if it had been abandoned for quite a while considering the amount of dust the piano by the corner had been gathering. The cabin was well furnished, it was a possibility of being the estate of a wealthy person. After concluding the place had been fully empty, you two ransacked the cabin for any medical kits and canned foods.

The cabin included 2 bedrooms and 1 restroom. The light and electricity didn’t work, but you were grateful to at least have warm running water. The first thing you did was take a well needed shower, ridding yourself of the dirt and grime that had collected over the 2 days you ran in the forest. You spent your first night in the cabin under the warmth of the blankets the beds had. Bucky took his shower in the night, taking much longer than you did. For a while, you wondered what he was doing in there. He returned to your room, his combat clothes in hand wearing nothing but his boxers. You couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked absolutely beautiful just the way he was. He knew you were staring, yet said nothing as he got under the sheets of the bed you two now shared.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you to his chest afraid to let you go. Your arm wrapped around his body, indulging yourself in his fresh scent. Though his body still had excess water, you felt warmer than ever. Your hand traveled to his drawers, cusping and massaging his length through his boxers. His breath shuddered, yet he said nothing. His hand went under the extra large shirt you had found in one of the drawers of the cabin, and kneaded your ass while taking notice the fact you only wore panties underneath. You took his erect cock out of his boxers and began moving your hands in a motion that made him release a soft moan. It was perfect, finally the two of you shared a moment that belonged to just the both of you. No cameras, no guards, it was all you could asked for.

You got on top of him, aligning him to your entrance before finally sitting on him. Moans left from the two of you. His length felt amazing inside of you, fitting you almost perfectly. His hands gripped your waist with a soft yet firm hold. You began rolling your hips noting the surge of pleasure that hit you each time you’d bounce on his dick. He groan and whimpered, “Please don’t stop.”

You wouldn’t think about stopping, not now as your body filled with pleasure and the room covered in yours and Bucky’s moans. He released one of his hands from your hips and made its way around your neck applying a soft pressure that wasn’t enough to make you feel choked, but secured. His veins bulged from his hands and travelled down to his forearms. His chest held a variety of deep scars, some of which you knew its origins. His scars shared stories, stories that often involved you. Your pace quickened a bit thinking of his scars and veins that only you knew about, becoming more needy with the release you longed too much for.

“Doll, I’m close. Please keep going. Don’t stop. I need you.” He whimpered and begged. Unconsciously, the grip he had on your neck tightened as you bounced faster on his dick. He felt your walls tighten around him, and with that he knew he was about to burst. “I love you.” He said quietly. Yet it was loud enough for you to hear. You became overwhelmed with the pleasure he gave you, and came on his dick. You removed yourself from his dick, lying down between his legs before inserting him inside your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down, swallowing him full before feeling his dick twitch inside you mouth. You knew it was it for him. Within a second you felt a warm thick fluid fill your mouth, followed by a whimper from Bucky. You stood up and spit the fluid onto the floor of the cabin before collapsing on top of Bucky, mindlessly twirling your finger around his medium length black hair.

The two of you fell asleep in peaceful bliss, unaware of the inevitable change heading your way.

Morning

You woke up to a soft kiss against your forehead. “We must move.” softly said Bucky, cupping your cheek in an adoring way. In his head though, he wanted to stay here forever and pretend you were just a homely couple who enjoyed spending time in the forest. A couple who would wake up every morning in each others embrace, having everything they ever wanted in the world at arms reach at all times. Bucky knew that wasn’t possible though, and if you two wanted to stay alive you’d have to keep running.

In a span of a few minutes, you were completely dressed in your combat gear. The both of you stacked your backpack with first-aid kits and canned food you’ve found in the cabin and prepared yourself for a long travel ahead.

It’d been a few hours of running since you’ve both left the cabin. Neither of you stopped running until this moment. Being trained assassins, both of you knew when you were being watched. Right now, you felt a chilling sensation creep up your spine and you placed yourself in a back-to-back position with Bucky, your trigger finger itching for a target. You felt a sharp pinch in your shoulder, and when you looked at the pain all you saw was a dart with a red feathery tail.

You knew what it was and your body instantly filled with fear. Your turned to Bucky and noticed the same scared expression as he took out the dart in his shoulder before collapsing.

Rubber gloves were the first thing you smelled as you began gaining consciousness. You heard consistent small beeping noises similar to those at hospitals. When you first opened your eyes, you were almost blinded by the pure white light dangling from the ceiling. Your vision was blurred and hazy, still recovering from the tranquilizer they’ve shot you with.

You looked around in panic with your head painfully dizzy yet the room did not look like a room from HYDRA’s base. It looked like a plain hospital room. You rubbed your eyes and that’s when you noticed an I.V sticking from your forearm. You wondered where you were until you were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the door in front of you unlocking.

A blonde man wearing a red and blue suit with a simple star in the middle stood in front of you. His face looked tired and restless but his eyes looked like they were yearning for something close to his reach. He kept his arms by his side, in a orderly stance. As you scanned his body, you couldn’t resist from looking back into his deep blue eyes. They reminded you so much of Bucky,almost as if they shared some of the same stories. It didn’t take you long to figure out that this man might not have the intention of hurting you, but you were still cautious as to what he needed from you.

“Hello, my name is Steve Rogers. I’m not here to hurt you. I know that you’ve been working with HYDRA against your will with Bucky, who’s very dear to me, and I don’t want you to worry no more. As long as you’re with us, HYDRA won’t get their hands on you guys no longer. We’ve placed you in here to monitor your health but as far as I can tell, you’re perfectly healthy, same as Bucky. It’s gonna be a long process, but I promise you I’ll be here until the end of the line.” Steve said. You looked at him for a bit, trying to detect any trickery in his words but when you were met with a stern face dedicated to proving his words true, your heart filled with gratitude and an unfamiliar sense of hope.

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked, with a soft spoken voice not like your usual tone.

Almost immediately he replies, “He’s in another room. He didn’t exactly have the best reaction to regaining consciousness, so he’s being quarantined for now. I tried to get them to go easier on him, If you’d like to see him, I’m sure I can arrange that.” He looks at you fully this time, noting your features and current state. Like him, it didn’t look like you got too much sleep either. When your eyes locked together, you shared a mutual bond. You didn’t know who Steve was, but you knew he was there to help.

It took a while for you to settle into all of this. Being introduced to a bunch of strangers who claimed to be there to help you was overwhelming when you had lived in dark times where you truly believed there was no one to come and rescue you. Natasha, Sam, Tony, and Bruce seemed to be normal people with their own secrets yet you still couldn’t help but be overly cautious of them. Especially Natasha. She reeked of vibes that you get from Bucky, from people like you. You hoped she was nothing like you, for her own sake.

Because of the your inability to easily trust these people, you stuck to the first person you saw when you regained consciousness. “When can I see Bucky?” You asked Steve, following him around the building like a lost puppy.

“We’re heading to him right now.” He glances at you, offering a short smile. He too, was excited in seeing Bucky. It was obvious to you and for seem reason it made your heart warm up. You were glad someone other than you adored Bucky. Though, you were unsure just how far his relationship with Bucky ran. He led you to a steel door, your brows furrowed at the level of security but you chose to brush it away.

The door opened, but you hate what you saw. Inside the room was Bucky, strapped in a container like a freak show. The contained and cuffs that held Bucky finally opened, allowing the man to take a stand. You ran into his arms, hugging him as strong as you possibly could. His arms wrapped around your entire body and his hand held your head close to his chest. After a good while of staying in this embrace you pulled apart and looked towards Steve,

“What now?”

What followed after was painfully annoying but understandable. Mandated court meetings, public outrages, mandated therapy, and emotionally exhausting routines, occupied your life for a couple months. What made it slightly less bearable was the fact that you went through everything with Bucky.

You lived like a semi normal person. Only with an enhanced body. It was rare you were alone with Bucky. Both of you were so busy with new routines and meetings that you didn’t have a day to spare with each other. Sure, you often saw each other in the same building but it wasn’t enough to fill the crave you had for him. You didn’t know why it felt like you were slowly becoming distant with him and you hated every part of it but in times like those, you remembered the night you shared at the cabin. The night where it was just the two of you. You often spent your days with Steve, training and attending meetings. As your representative, Steve took you to all your meetings and checked up on you daily. You began an early running routine with him, and though you were a pretty fast runner, he was a little faster.

He assured you within no time you’d be able to surpass him. You laughed it off, “It’s not fair to you though, aren’t you like a hundred?”

He raises his eyebrow, “Yeah so? How old are you? I expect not that younger.” He replied with sass. That question caught you off guard though, you never thought about how old you were. You truly couldn’t remember.

“I don’t know how old I am.” You replied bluntly, you didn’t mean it for it to come out sad but it did anyway.

“Well, we have records of you appearing in the 80’s even as far as the 60’s.” He says, attempting to lighten the mood. It worked.

“Woah. I’m scared now. I could be as old as you!” You gasped with faux worry. He gave a genuine laugh and say by the bench close by you. He wiped the sweat with a hanker-chief he carried tucked into his pocket, like a true old man.

“I been meaning to ask you…are you and Bucky a thing?” Steve says. His question is enough to send you into a blushing stuttering mess but you held your composure and give out a small chuckle.

“No, why?” You ask

“You guys seem kind of close, dunno was just wondering.”

“Nah, I do love him though, he was all I had in there. You know?” Your eyes mindlessly watched the ducks in the large lake. It was a beautiful park to run in, Steve had recommended it and it truly did not disappoint. Images of the night you and Bucky shared in the cabin flashed inside your mind. Neither of you discussed being in a relationship which is why you said no. Part of you wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship with him.

“Yeah, I know.” Steve said.

At the Tower

You were bored.

Lately, you’ve had less meetings and you’ve found yourself having more free time than you’d know what to do with. Your idea was to make some popcorn and watch a movie with Bucky. With popcorn in a bowl, you were about to knock on his door until you heard a familiar voice.

It was Natasha. She giggled and said something you couldn’t quite understand. Seemed like he was a little busy. It shouldn’t have stinged as much as it did. You didn’t care though. Bucky wasn’t yours. It didn’t matter. Right.

Still, your mood was sour and you didn’t know it but you looked sad and stared down at the floor almost comical. You walked towards your room until you bumped into a stern chest. It was Steve.

He grabbed a popcorn from the bowl, “Why the frown, peach?”

Your weren’t going to address the nickname. “I don’t have a frown.”

“You do.”

“No.”

“Fine…were you going to watch a movie?” He asks

“Yeah. Im not so sure about it now though.” You say, eating the popcorn.

“Why not? I’ll watch a movie with you, if you don’t mind.” He asks gently, offering a small smile hoping you’d say yes. Which you did.

In Your Room

You scrolled through Netflix, randomly picking the first horror movie you set your eyes on and pressed play. It started off cliché. A family moves into a house in the middle of nowhere, slowly unraveling the ‘demons’ within. What you really looked forward to though were the jumpscares.

With Steve by your side intently watching the movie, you wondered who was going to be the most affected. As you reached the peak of the movie, one of the protaganists searched the basement with a flashlight, and when he turned around…bam! A demon popped up scaring every inch of your supernatural body. If it weren’t for Steve holding the popcorn, you would’ve dropped all of it all over the floor.

It was then you realized the hold you had on Steve’s arm. You were holding it by your cheek with a tight force that if he weren’t a super soldier, you would’ve left a bruise. At first, you were embarrassed. But then images of Natasha and Bucky being in this exact position flashed through your brain. It was as if every inch of embarrassment flooded away and replaced with a need for revenge. So you stayed that way, holding onto Steve’s arm like a damsel in distress. You don’t know why, maybe it was because you hurt for what you heard earlier going on in Bucky’s room but the need to be closed to Steve overcame your senses of logic.

On your bed you positioned yourself to a move comfortable position. You had your leg over Steve’s torso and continued to grab onto his arm. You heard Steve’s heart quickened, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even care about the movie anyway. You began getting tired and ended up following asleep in this exact position. Reminding yourself, Bucky betrayed you first.

Authors Note: honestly I wasn’t planning on this becoming a series, but this is getting too long so I guess it’ll become a series🥲

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader #slow burn #rollercoaster #angst #bucky smut #marvel #captain america #steve rogers x reader #notstucky #steve rogers imagine

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steevbuckk · 2 years

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FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 7/100

Calico Skies by @musette22

[Shrunkyclunks, 52 618 words, Explicit]

Summary:

In the wake of the Battle of New York, Bucky Barnes bade his old life, or what was left of it, farewell. He bought a deserted cabin in the Catskills, exchanged orthopedic surgery for woodworking, and built a new life for himself as a carpenter. Six years on, Bucky still leads a peaceful, if solitary, existence. Maybe it gets a little lonely sometimes, but that’s why he got himself a dog. And a cat. And a goat.

In 2018, Steve Rogers finally hangs up his shield. He trades Avenging and New York City for the peace and quiet of the Catskills, grows a beard, and isolates himself in an attempt to salvage what’s left of his sanity and identity. After living his life in the public eye for so long, Steve believes that calm and solitude are exactly what he needs. Of course, he didn’t count on meeting Bucky Barnes.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sam Wilson's Family Members (Marvel), AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Fluff, Love is in the Air, can't you feel it, First Impressions, Slow Burn, aren't they a cute couple, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Awesome Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Protective Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Captain America Sam Wilson, Episode: s01e05 Truth (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier TV) Series: Part 1 of Moments in time Summary:

Missing scenes from "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier" series ...

Episode 5: Sarah's thoughts after waking up the next morning (sort of).

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The Persuasion of Jake Jensen

Summary: This is a cross of The Losers AU with Marvel AU, the plot of Jane Austen’s novel, Persuasion, as my trope.

Jake Jensen was the love of your life until one day he just disappeared, no words, no call, no explanation. What happens when you run into him ten years later?

Jake Jensen x Female Reader; Steve Rogers/Brat/Wanda/Doc/Tony/Pooch/Cougar/Clay/Aisha/Colin Shea

Word count: Over 10k (sorry!)

Warnings: Slow burn; Smut (Fingers, PinV, Oral,) 18+ only please; angst: idiots in love; horrible friends; Colin Shea being Colin; fluff; smut (and not great smut at that)

As always: a huge thank you to @peyton-warren for always allowing me to brainstorm and get these words out, and for always being a second set of eyes for me! If you haven’t read her stuff, go check it out!

“Steve! Colin! Get your asses in here!” you screamed in frustration as you threw the last of your dresses in your closet into the floor. “This is all your fault anyway, you idiot meatballs!” You kicked the clothes on the floor in disgust and sat on your bed, hanging your head in defeat. You didn’t know why this was so hard, it’s not like you’d even seen nor spoken to these people in the last ten years, so why were you trying so hard? You knew he wasn’t going to be there, you had made sure of that before you RSVP'd.

Ten years. Ten long years since you’d even heard the name Jake Jensen. You tried not to think of him often, but you had never truly forgiven him for leaving you, no word, no call, no note. Even an email or text message would have worked, but you were left with no explanation, no closure, no idea what you’d even done wrong in the first place. You wiped the tears that had slipped out, promising not to shed any more.

“What do you-holy fucking tornado. What the fuck happneded in here?” Steve asked, an incredulous look crowding his features. Steve knew you were an absolute, over the top neat freak when it came to your clothes. “What are you doing?” he asked as he started to wade through every garment you owned.

Colin stood at the door stuffing his face with a giant sandwich from his favorite restaurant, which was nothing new. “You don’t even like these people, why are you trying so hard to impress them?” Colin asked, flecks of his food flying out from his mouth.

“Classy,” you groaned as you continued to look through all of your discarded clothes. “I cannot find anything to wear. Ugh, I just shouldn’t go. This is my sign. I don’t even like these fucking assholes!” You sat down and threw your hands up in defeat. You started crying harder, your nerves fried and your frustration palpable. You had never needed to impress anybody, never felt the need to be anyone other than your authentic self. No, that wasn’t the issue. You were more worried about seeing Pooch and Cougar. You knew Jensen was away and unable to attend, however you weren’t sure about the other two and wanted to look and feel your absolute best knowing the men would report back to their friend.

“Okay, take a deep breath, there is something in here for you,” Steve said as he started to wade through the blouses and jeans. Running an animal shelter and owning the cat and dog cafe connected to it, Baby Got Wags, didn’t leave much in the way of a wardrobe. T-shirts and jeans, sneakers and slides made up the majority of your closet space.

“I’m going to grab 6C, '' Colin said, turning to head towards the door and up towards his apartment. 6C was new to the building, but she was nice and sincere from the few times you’d spoken with her.

You met Colin the first day you moved into the building about six years ago, Colin immediately trying to sleep with you. You knew his type, and you knew he’d eventually get tired of the no’s and move along.

You and Colin became fast friends, hanging out, playing his Switch, watching his gigs. Eventually you had decided to start live music at the cafe to drum up some business and hired Colin to play two nights a week. He became your biggest draw, bringing in double the amount of patrons, so you and Colin decided to make this a four day a week gig. He got all of the pussy he could ever want or need, and he even found himself a three legged cat with absolutely no coordination named Kick Stand. You, on the other hand, got a booming cafe business, and were adopting out animals left and right.

Steve was different. Steve was the one they called The Man out of Time, and he was a superhero. You’d met one morning when he came into the cafe and sat for hours drawing everything he could. You weren’t sure why he was so sad, you didn’t even know who he was at that point, you just saw a lonely soul.

You and Steve talked for hours until he had to go to work. He came back a few weeks later, and eventually became your number one volunteer at the shelter. You didn’t know he was Captain America until about two months later, and to you, he was still just Steve Rogers. Oh, and you were absolutely in love with his girlfriend, the two of you becoming the best of friends as soon as he introduced the two of you.

“It’s pointless, Steve. I should just stay home,” you lamented, your voice shaking as the tears started to slow. “It’s not like anyone would even miss me.”

“Hey, come on. You know that isn’t true. Look at everything you’ve done,” Steve consoled, pulling you into a hug with one arm while texting his girlfriend an SOS with his free hand. Steve didn’t know how to help you because he was Steve, but also because you kept your true feelings hidden from the world. Steve knew there was a story, but it wasn’t his story to tell, but he was also in love with someone just like you who would know what to do.

“I hear we need some help in here!” Steve‘s girlfriend, affectionately known as Brat said. Behind her were Doc and Wanda, two more teammates of Steve’s and friends of yours.

“Steve was worried you may need some help, so we went shopping!” Doc explained as the three women brought in bag after bag, smiles all around at your look of gratitude.

“No more crying,” Wanda said as she pulled you to your feet, her accent somehow calming you. “I have the makeup and hair, Miss Brat over there has dresses galore for you!” Wanda turned and pushed Steve from the room, gagging when Brat kissed him first. “Go, we have this under control, Asshat.”

“I’m going to go see what’s taking Colin so long,” Steve said, relieved that he was no longer needed. He closed the door on his way out, his footsteps echoing through the empty building as he made his way up to find his friend.

“Okay, is this formal? Semi formal? What are we looking at here?” Brat asked as she combed through the dress selections she had on hand. Wanda stood next to her to see what makeup combination would work with your dress choice, and Doc was just along for the ride as she had plans later with her own lover man, Bucky Barnes, another teammate and also lifelong best friend to Steve.

“It’s formal, and I own nothing remotely considered formal,” you replied as you watched Brat. “Stop!” you said, causing Brat and Wanda to turn in surprise. “This is the dress,” you said, walking up to the other two women. The dress was sapphire blue with an empire waist and a halter neck, the bust lined with small crystals for embellishment.

“Perfect,” Brat said as she pulled it out. Wanda decided on a sleek updo with a more natural makeup palette. It took about two hours, but in the end, you barely recognized yourself. Especially with blue glitter lips, something you’d never have even imagined doing on your own.

“Everything okay in there?” Steve asked, stopping in front of your closed door.

“We’re fine, done actually,” Doc replied, watching you take one last twirl in the mirror. You almost felt like a little child playing dress up as you never really had the opportunity for formal dress events.

“Home by midnight and no strange men,” Steve said which earned him four sets of eye rolls and a pinch in the stomach from Brat. “No, but really, you look amazing. Eat your heart out, Losers.”

“We have another surprise for you,” Brat said as Wanda bounced from foot to foot in excitement. “We know how nervous you’ve been about tonight, and even thought we don’t know the entire story, we do know you’re awesome. So, in the spirit of you being awesome, Wanda and myself are going with you too!”

“All except me,” Steve said. “Somehow, I don’t think a hat and sunglasses would help me hide this time.”

“Where’s Colin, is he coming too?” you asked, excited for the first time regarding this reunion. You bumped fists with Wanda and Brat as you weren’t a hugger.

“Judging by the sounds coming out of 6C, I’d say Colin is not going,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes. He knew who Colin was so this was nothing new to him.

“Well, the two of you need to get ready so we can head out!” you exclaimed as you took one last look in the mirror. Eat your heart out, Losers.

“Already one step ahead,” Wanda said as she and Brat removed their coats, both women dressed to the nines. “Let’s go!”

Steve grabbed Brat and whispered something along the lines of trying this trick later with much less clothing. Brat smirked, dropped a kiss on his lips, and made her way out of your place.

“We also took the liberty of hiring a driver for the evening, all on Tony’s bill, of course,” Brat said as she opened the back door to scoot in. There was nothing she loved more than spending Tony Stark’s money causing his blood pressure to skyrocket. No matter how many times he canceled a card and got a new one, Brat always seemed to find it.

“Hey, you got this,” Steve said as he wrapped you in a hug. You may not like hugs, but Steve Rogers didn’t care. You leaned into him, finally relaxing a little.

“Thanks, Rogers.” You pulled away and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Now, go wait by 6C and yell at Colin for me once he’s finished!” you joked as Steve made a face. You knew nothing in this world could ever make him listen to Colin Shea having sex.

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Ten Years Ago

“You have to be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world,” Pooch said as he refilled his beer from the fresh pitcher. “You managed to snag a smart, motivated, hot, and insanely funny girl to touch your penis!” Cougar laughed, high fiving Pooch on his very astute observation.

“Ha ha ha,” Jake said, rolling his eyes. Jake Jensen was well aware of how out of his league you were, and he was just as confused as to what you saw in him. As long as you would have him, though, he was there for it all. He punched Pooch and stole Coug’s hat, a crime punishable by removal of said hand.

“I’m just saying, Jensen, if you ever lose her, it will be the biggest mistake of your life,” Pooch said. He looked over at Jolene and you playing pool, Jolene turning to smile and throw a wink at Pooch while you blew Jake a kiss.

“I know, trust me. That’s why I’m going to ask her to marry me after graduation at our party.” Jake pulled a small, green velvet box from his pocket and placed it in the middle of the table. Pooch snatched the box, opening it before one of you girls saw. Jake waited nervously for his friends' reactions.

“Jake, this is nice, man!” Pooch said as he passed the ring to Cougar. Nestled in the box was a sterling silver band with a small square cut emerald in the center surrounded by tiny diamonds around the stone and along the band. Cougar tipped his hat in agreement, never having been a man of many words.

“I know it isn’t much, the jeweler kept trying to upgrade everything on it, but this is just quintessentially Wormie,” Jake said with a soft smile on his face as he watched you. You were so different from other girls, nice and compassionate, not materialistic in the least, but what made him fall for you was the fact that you had absolutely no idea the power you held, your heart and soul completely pure.

“She is going to love it, man,” Pooch agreed. “We also need to work on that nickname though, Jensen. How the fuck do you get Wormie for this amazing woman? Jolene would castrate me if I called her that!” Pooch and Cougar fell over in a fit of laughter, tears running down their faces.

“It’s short for the Bookworm, dickheads. She always had her head in a book when I saw her, and the bookworm was just a mouthful. So we shortened it to Wormie,” Jensen explained as he ran a hand behind his neck. He knew people didn’t get him or his humor, but with you, it was always easy. While school was always so easy for Jensen, women and interactions with people were not, his shy and awkward nature often overshadowing his intelligence and humor. This was just another reason he loved you so much. You’d never made him feel inadequate or insecure. You always laughed at his jokes, paid attention to his stories, soothed his worries and fears, stroked his ego…and other appendages.

The men laughed knowing you were feeling pretty buzzed at the moment. School was done, you had all made it, and things were looking up as you went towards the future together, or so you foolishly thought.

‘Whatcha got cooking, good looking?” Jake retorted as he returned all of your kisses and then some. He pulled away, his glasses fogged and sitting askew on his face causing the table to break out in more laughter. Jolene sat on Pooch’s lap, gently nuzzling and kissing him while Cougar was busy with two undergrad twins. For someone who never talked, Cougar seemed to speak any language.

“What’s shaking, bacon?” you replied, nuzzling your nose against his. You were so deeply and hopelessly in love with this man, irrevocably even, and you couldn’t wait to start your lives together. You were going to travel all through Asia before coming back and playing house. “I love you, Nerd,” you said softly as you snuggled into the crook of his neck, his cologne overtaking all of your senses as you heard him murmur the sentiment back.

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Ten years had flown by like nothing, and here you were, awkwardly standing at the bar while your two best friends were the life of the party. You looked around again, simultaneously disappointed and relieved that you didn’t see Jake. You took another sip of your old fashioned, feeling just as out of place now as you did all those years ago.

Brat and Wanda were regaling a small crowd with stories of their latest mission as they’d been recognized by some as Avengers. You smiled as you heard Brat call her love Asshat because he’d pissed her off. Again. You knew their love story was one in a million, no matter how many times she threatened to kill Rogers.

“Still haven’t changed a bit, Bookworm,” you heard from behind you. You turned to see Pooch and Cougar, all smiles, and even though it had been ten years, they hadn’t aged one bit. You kissed each man on the cheek then hugged him, telling each how good it was to see him.

“Is Jolene here?” you asked Pooch, ordering another drink for yourself and two beers for the men. There just happened to be a lull in conversation at that moment , so you took the opportunity to introduce Pooch and Cougar to Brat and Wanda, the former saying hello and shaking hands, the latter hugging and kissing each woman.

“No, she’s up in the room with the baby,” Pooch said as he pulled out a picture of his little family, Jolene looking as radiant as ever, very pregnant and holding a toddler boy in her lap.

“Pooch, congratulations! Your family is beautiful!” you said, giving your old friend a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Cougar, is the bachelor brigade still running strong?” you asked, playfully punching him in the arm. He smiled and tipped his hat, the only confirmation you needed.

Conversation flowed easily, just as the drinks did, your group finding its way to a table. Brat, super soldier that she was, couldn’t get drunk, and was watching out for the group as the night continued, drinks flowing, stories flopping one over the other.

Wanda and Pooch had gone to get another round of drinks when you saw Cougar straighten up, sharing a glance with Brat. “Hey, I need to head to the bathroom, keep me company?” Brat asked as she grabbed her purse and stood up, extending her hand. You nodded, grabbing her hand, following her through the crowd.

“Fuck, I forgot how shitty city parking is normally, even worse with a yellow Hummer!!” Jensen said as he snatched Cougar’s hat and sat down. “Where’s Pooch?” Jensen said as he grabbed a handful of popcorn sitting in the middle of the table.

“He’s grabbing drinks,” Cougar said. “Look, Jensen-“

“Clay, Aisha, what took you guys so long?” Jake asked his bosses, tossing some popcorn kernels at the two. Aisha rolled her eyes and walked to join Pooch and Wanda to get drinks while Clay took a seat. The conversation continued, Pooch and Wanda finally joining the group with the next round. Introductions were made, conversation and alcohol consumed easily between everyone.

You and Brat stopped at the bar as she wanted something different to drink while also keeping the return to the table slow. “Your dress is amazing!” you complimented the gorgeous stranger next to you. You were very introverted, so you normally didn’t like talking to other humans, but the drinks had you feeling loose and happy, along with seeing your old friends.

The three of you carried on for a little longer, Aisha and Brat comparing stories of dangerous missions and idiotic partners. You chimed in with a spicy kitten that you eventually ended up keeping years ago because he would attack everything. The other two women laughed, voting that you were the victor of this competition.

The three of you turned, agreeing that you needed to get back to your groups and made your way to the same table.

“I didn’t know you knew Pooch and Coug!” you exclaimed to Aisha as she sat next to a devastatingly handsome man whose name you learned was Clay. You dropped onto Wanda’s lap as introductions were made again, and the conversation continued.

“Man, that bathroom is like a luxury room. I could sleep like a baby in there…” Jensen said, the words falling off his lips the moment he saw you. “Wormie??” he asked, a smile playing over his lips as he walked towards you, his hands out as if he meant to hug you.

You froze, all thoughts leaving your head momentarily as you tried to process what you were seeing in front of you. You felt Wanda tense under you, however you gave her a squeeze to let her know you could handle this. Brat sat back with a smile on her face, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

You stood up, moving out of Jake’s reach, drink in hand. “Do not fucking call me that,” you said, your voice low and lethal, anger burning behind every syllable. “You lost that right ten years ago.” You threw your drink in his face, slamming the glass on the table and grabbed your purse, heading towards the door.

As the others looked on in stunned silence, Brat finished her drink and stood, Wanda right behind her. “You must be the infamous Jake Jensen,” she said, choking back her laughter, almost feeling sorry for the guy as all eyes in the room had turned towards this debacle. “I’d say nice to meet you, but I was taught never to lie.” Brat and Wanda walked away, running to catch up with you.

“And they call our relationship volatile,” Clay whispered to Aisha as he took a sip from his beer, amusement written all over his face. Aisha stifled a laugh and sputtered a cough when Jensen looked her way.

“Why the fuck is everyone staring at Jensen? Jensen, why are you wet, man? Can’t fucking take you out in public anywhere,” Roque said in disgust, having missed the entire scene. “What?” Roque said as the others laughed while Jensen was still frozen to his spot.

Jensen finally moved, running and calling your name as he went, trying to get you to stop, with no luck. He watched as you got into the car, before Brat blocked his view.

“Look, this was all fun for a minute, but that girl right there? She’s not only one of the best people I know, she’s my best fucking friend. You already hurt her once, and she won’t admit it, but she’s still hurting, and has in fact never stopped hurting. If you care for her at all, do not do this right now, let her go. Also, my other best friend is a doc and she wouldn’t hesitate to neuter you,” Brat said as she got into the car, slamming the door in Jensen’s face. All he could do was stare, watching the one he never got over drive away, worrying about the loss of his balls in the process.

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“Okay, that’s it. Get the fuck up,” Colin said as he grabbed your blanket and threw it on the floor. “Jesus, it smells like an animal died in here. When was the last time you showered?” he asked, grabbing the blanket again as you tried to pull it back up.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Shea,” you replied, throwing a pillow over your head when he moved your blanket out of reach. “I want to be alone, is that too much to ask?”

“It’s been a week, an entire fucking week of no communication. The shelter is suffering because there aren’t enough volunteers to take care of the animals, and the cafe needs supplies, but no one knows how to do inventory and ordering.”

“You’re fucking lying. It hasn’t been a week, it’s only been a day. The shelter and cafe can’t be that bad. You and Rogers are there.” You leaned over the side of your bed, grabbed your blanket, and once again burrowed underneath.

“It’s been a week, ass. Rogers has been on a mission with Brat and Wanda, Doc stops by when she can, but we need you.” Colin sat on the edge of your bed and pulled down a corner of the blanket so he could see your face.

“Has it really been a week?” you asked meekly, tears starting to form again. You’d cried so much, your eyes were swollen shut at one point, but you couldn’t stop them, not with the fresh heartbreak you’d just experienced. You grabbed your phone, seeing it had indeed been a week, and sniffled. “I really do smell,” you said, crying harder.

“You really do,” Colin agreed, pulling you into a hug and letting you cry, no words spoken, just allowing you to feel. “Okay, let’s get you showered, put you in some clean and stain free clothes, and get back to life.”

You nodded, heading towards the bathroom for a hot shower as Colin grabbed your sheets and blankets to throw into the washer. After a piping hot shower, you felt a little more alive and human, throwing on your favorite pair of wide leg jeans with your favorite oversized hoodie. You threw on some shoes, grabbed your keys, and yelled for Colin to hurry his ass up.

“Yeah, yeah. Im doing your fucking laundry, you’re welcome,” he grumbled as the two of you left.

First stop: the shelter to organize the volunteers, making sure all of the animals were cared for. Next: inventory check at the cafe with a run to the grocery store for immediate needs while placing an order. You felt better today, getting back to your reality, the life you’d built without Jake Jensen. If you had known what was going to happen today, you probably wouldn’t have gotten out of bed.

You walked into the shelter, greeting your front desk volunteer for the day and stopped to drop your purse and jacket in your office while Colin stopped to flirt with your front desk volunteer. You rolled your eyes as you walked past your friend and smacked him on the back of his head.

“Ow! Fuck, was that really necessary?” he groused as the girl laughed. You winked at her and told Colin it was absolutely necessary as you made your way to the cat room.

You heard Steve talking to Shirley, your favorite volunteer. Shirley was sassy and didn’t care who Captain America was, if he wasn’t taking care of these babies correctly, Shirley made sure to let him know.

“Come on, Rogers. You’ve been here long enough to know you cannot let Frodo out with Michael Myers. They do not get along.” Shirley scooped up Frodo mid-hiss, and put him back in his kennel.

“I’m sorry, Shirley. I wasn’t paying attention, the mission ran late-“ Steve started, rubbing his hand on the back of this neck.

“No excuse, Rogers. Get it together,” Shirley said as she gave Steve a small smack on his shoulder and turned to walk away.

You walked in laughing at the embarrassed look on Steve’s face, his cheeks flushed red along with his ears. He grinned when he saw you, happy you were up and about.

“Pissing Shirley off again?” you quipped, punching Steve in his arm as Shirley looked over and rolled her eyes in irritation. “You know better, Rogers. Get it together.”

“Yeah, yeah. Where’s the musical playboy? Thought he was coming in with you?” Steve asked as he turned to a cage of a new intake momma cat and her four kittens. Momma moved aside to allow Steve to clean and replace her food and water, even going so far as to bring her babies to Steve. He pet each baby, all the while telling momma what a good job she was doing. To the world, Captain America fought the bad guys. To you, your best friend, Steve, loved snuggling kittens.

You quickly snapped a video of this hulking super soldier snuggling baby kittens and sent it off to Brat. Her response, lightning quick: Great. Now he’s even more pussy whipped than before…

You laughed so loud you snorted, handing your phone over to Shirley. The little old lady laughed and said something to the extent of him being able to keep kittens alive but he can’t remember to keep mortal enemies apart.

Brat: Tell Shirley I love her and I’m adopting her as my mother.

Shirley: Hell no. This doof is all yours. I already have my own pussy whipped doofus to deal with…-

Brat: Nope. That’s it. You’re my new mommy .

“Hey, can we at least try and pretend you’re not talking shit about me and making fun of me?” Steve said, exasperated with the women in his life. As soon as Doc was let in on this conversation, he would never hear the end of it from Bucky.

“Watch your tone, Rogers,” Shirley quipped, throwing a wink over her shoulder at you. Steve just hung his head in resignation, mumbled a soft “yes ma’am,” and put the kittens back with their momma.

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Jensen pulled up in front of the cafe and threw his rental in park, running his opening over and over. Hi, hello, how have you been, it’s been a long time, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. No matter what he thought, there was nothing good enough to start this conversation, no explanation, no sentence or phrase.

He was just about to open his door when he saw a car pull in. He saw you get out of the car, talking to someone, and then saw a man exit the car also. He watched as the man pulled you into his side, arm around your shoulder, your arm around his waist and head resting on his shoulder, laughing at something he had said. He sank down in his seat, his mind drifting back to all those years ago, his heart breaking all over again.

Graduation-The Beginning of the End

You felt his lips ghost over your skin, his fingers barely touching any part of you, yet setting you on fire, the invisible flame licking over every square inch of you. You sighed, content to lay with Jake forever like this. He knew how to take you apart in a matter of minutes, then spend hours keeping you apart before he finally allowed you back together.

You turned on your back, your hands above your head as you felt his mouth move expertly from your lower back to your belly. You felt his lashes fan over your skin, his tongue and lips playing a symphony, your hands finding their way into his hair, Your head rolled back as he moved up, his mouth stopping on your right breast, taking your nipple softly into his mouth, rolling and biting the overly sensitive nub expertly until you moaned in quiet ecstasy.

He moved over to your left breast, lavishing the same attention on your nipple as you slowly felt his hand move down your side, over your hip, skimming your inner thigh, causing your breath to hitch as he slowly inserted two fingers into your dripping pussy.

Jake loved this part, loved to hear you moan, loved to feel you clamp down on his fingers when he hit just the right spot, loved the way you were always wet, always ready for him. He especially loved when you arched your back as he found your clit with his palm, the sound of him slowly and expertly finger fucking you filling the small space.

You felt his breath, just a whisper of air, move down again, more and more until his mouth replaced his palm, sucking your clit into his mouth, his fingers still working your favorite spot inside, his pace so excruciatingly slow and unhurried. You bit down, his name delivered to his ears as a concerto of moans and pleasure, his fingers and mouth the conductor.

You felt your high near, your moans turning to breathless pants until he tipped you over the edge, your crescendo the only thing he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. As you slowly came back down, you felt his cock replace his fingers, his descent into your velvet and wet walls again, pure torture of the best kind until you felt him fully seated.

You softly begged him to move, to start, to finish, to kill you, whatever he needed to hear for him to move. He dragged his cock out inch by inch as he kissed you, swallowing every noise made, sharing all of your breath as he plunged back in, your pussy clenching around him, feeling every ridge and vein.

He rested his forehead against yours as his hips started to move faster, his arm moving under your knee to open you up more, allowing him to fuck you even deeper, his whispered words of love all you needed in this life. You felt him start to stutter, his hand dropping between your joined bodies, his fingers rubbing your clit fast and hard, needing to feel you cum with him.

You felt him stall, burying his cock deep inside as his cum painted your walls, your cunt finally clenching around him as your own orgasm hit, your cum mixing with his as you both rode out this high. You felt his breathing start to slow, his head buried in the crook of your neck as your hands rubbed his back.

He lifted his head, kissing you again, both of you spent in the best way possible with no words exchanged the entire time. You continued to kiss him breathless, both of you coming down from the most intense orgasms, your bodies entwined with your spirits and souls. Jensen reached over to his side table, opening it and pulling out the small green box.

“Marry me, Wormie,” he said as he placed the box in your hand. You felt the tears form, so absolutely in love with this man. You opened the box, instantly in love with the ring he’d picked, matching your taste perfectly. This man knew everything about you, knew your body, your heart, your soul.

You whispered a soft yes, your tears pouring down as Jake placed the ring on your finger, kissing your hand, his own tears running down his face. You two kissed, locked in this moment of bliss, the future yours as long as you were together. Jake wished now that you’d both had never left that room.

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You had finally finished at the shelter, feeling calm spread over your tired soul. Nothing soothed your troubles like taking care of your animals. It was almost time for adoption hour, so you quickly gathered Colin and Steve to head over to the cafe with you. The cafe was closed today so it was the perfect time to check on the animals and do inventory.

As the three of you headed towards the exit, you saw Jake standing on the sidewalk in front, pacing back and forth while having a conversation with himself. You stopped, torn between rage and sadness, remembering Jake often talked to himself when he had a difficult issue to work through.

You threw the door open, causing Jake to stop as he saw you heading towards him. “What the hell, Jensen? Why the fuck are you here?” You stopped in front of him, your hands clenched into fists at your side. You vaguely heard the door slam behind you followed by Colin yelling when it hit his face.

“Whoa, I am not here to fight or hurt you, I’m just here to talk,” Jake said, his hands held out in front of him. He looked over your shoulder, not missing the glare from Captain America and the douche frat boy he saw you with earlier. What the fuck was Captain America doing here? Fuck, this just kept getting worse.

“Talk about what? Why couldn’t we have had this talk ten years ago?” you said as you felt your anger spike, all of the emotions you’d thought you’d dealt with coming to the surface. “Why couldn’t we talk in the entire month that I called you after you left me? Why couldn’t we talk every time I sent you a text, or an email, or a letter? They were never returned, so I know you got them.” You felt the tears start falling, but at this moment, you couldn’t care less. “How about when I called you once a month after the first year, then once every few months, then once a year? Could we have talked when I finally took my engagement ring off, accepting and realizing you weren’t coming back?”

“Wormie, I didn’t leave you-” Jake started, sighing in frustration as Colin and Steve started walking towards you. “Can we please have this conversation without the threat of bodily harm from your bodyguards?” he asked as Steve and Colin stopped in front of you.

“What do we need to talk about, Jake?” you asked, your anger finally waning into sorrow and exhaustion. “Do we need to talk about how you left me with no explanation, no warning on the happiest night of my life? Or about how I didn’t get out of bed for months, barely eating or sleeping, or even living? Or how I finally had started to move on when you suddenly popped up again and threw my heart into the blender? What more is there to say, Jake. You fucked me, proposed to me, and then left me all alone, no explanation, all in the same day.” You wiped the tears that had escaped, your body slowly succumbing to all of the emotions you had kept hidden over the last decade.

“I didn’t fucking leave you! I heard your roommates talking to you about how you deserved better than some loser who was never going to give you the fucking life you deserved!” he yelled, his emotions finally spilling out along with everything he had wanted to tell you. “I listened to them tear me apart, over and over. Then I realized you hadn’t said anything. Not one word, just sat there listening to them. I saw your face, the worry etched in your eyes. I saw the doubt creep over as you started to listen to what they were saying. And in that moment I knew I had to do something, anything to be worthy of you. So I went with Pooch and Cougar, shipped out for basic a few days later.”

You felt Steve and Colin stir at your side the more emotional Jake became as he recounted his side to you. You turned to your friends, asking them to head to the cafe and please take care of the cats and inventory, knowing this was a conversation that was needed, no matter how much you didn’t want to have it.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, as he took another look at Jake. He’d never known the entire story, but he did know you were guarded and scared of anyone getting close to you. It had taken Colin and Steve over a year to earn a place in your life. Brat, Wanda and Doc were easier, all having been through their own trauma, allowing you to bond with the women easily. You never dated,, never even looked at men. He’d always wondered why you wore a stunning emerald ring around your neck on a chain instead of your finger, and now it made complete sense.

“I’m fine, really. Jake would never hurt me, well not physically anyway,” you said, showing Colin and Steve you weren’t scared and that this was something you needed to do. This was a long time coming, a chance you honestly never thought you would get, and now that the opportunity had arrived, you decided it was time to face it all, the good and the bad.

Steve and Colin nodded, giving you the space you needed, knowing you wouldn’t ask if you didn’t think you could handle this. You waited until your two friends had entered the cafe before you finally turned back to Jake. You saw the genuine emotion in his features even as he refused to look at you. You waited in silence, wanting Jake to continue where he had left off. After a few minutes of the quiet, Jake finally had calmed down enough to recount the story.

Hours after the proposal

You were so excited to show everyone your ring, so completely happy that your cheeks hurt from smiling. When the two of you finally came up for air, you went to share the news with your friends and roommates while Jake went to shower before meeting up with Pooch and Cougar. You held out your hand, for your friends to see, the happiness and smile on display for anyone to see. Your friends, who you would later learn were never really your friends at all, shared a look. You smile started to falter as you saw their faces, not understanding why they weren’t happy for you.

“Listen, I know you think you’re in love, and that Jensen is the one, but you’re so young,” Thing One said, her tone condescending and downright cruel. “You deserve more than what that loser can offer.” Thing One looked over at Thing Two and continued their unfair demolition of you and Jake Jensen.

“He will never be able to give you the life you deserve. He’s going to what, provide a lavish life as an IT Helpdesk specialist? Have you tried turning it off then back on?” Thing Two sneered and Thing One laughed along.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you asked, not sure if you were hearing things correctly or being overly sensitive. This had to be a joke, there was just no way these two women had fooled you for your entire college career. Had they always been this snotty, or did you just never spend enough time around them to see who they truly were.

“You are destined for such great things, and you deserve someone who can give you that lavish lifestyle,” Thing One replied as she moved to sit next to you. “Jake is the guy you date before you find the one. He’s the one who will teach you about wants and needs, and he will help you move on to the type of man that can provide that to you. Jake isn’t the one you marry.”

“See, once we leave this time in our life, you’ll grow and expand your horizon, and you’ll find the perfect man to give you financial security, along with plenty of play money and if you end up with kids, that’ll just secure that jackpot even more.” Thing Two sounded so superficial and vapid, making you question every interaction you’d ever shared, realizing these two were not friends, they were nothing but wolves in sheeps clothing.

“What about love? Sharing your life with the one person who understands everything about you? What about happiness at never having to go through this hard enough life alone because you’ve found the other half of who you are, the part of you that was always missing?” you questioned, completely blind sided by this entire conversation.

“Love is a kids fantasy and we aren’t children any more,” Thing One said, Thing Two shaking her head vigorously in agreement. “Love won’t pay the mortgage, the heat, the cars, the vacations. Love isn’t a true or feasible goal, it’s something poor people will hold on to because they let the dream of everything else pass them by.”

You stood up, your stomach sour, bile rising into the back of your throat. “This is the most vile and disgusting conversation I have ever had with you two. I love Jake Jensen with every cell and molecule in existence, and he loves me. He is not a loser. The only losers in this conversation are the two of you, and I pity you,” you spat, completely ignoring the looks of shock as you turned to walk away. “Love is the most amazing emotion in the world, keeping you warm, secure, and happy. The two of you will only know a man who will start cheating once your looks start to fade, trading you in for a younger woman. No amount of plastic surgery can change the fact that you have peaked, and it is only downhill from here on out.” You turned and walked into your room, completely ignoring the angry words being hurled in your direction, slamming the door in complete disgust. You threw yourself on your bed, taking out your phone to text Jensen, falling asleep as you waited for his reply. That reply would never come.

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“I heard them tell you how you deserved more, how I would never be able to take care of you, and you said nothing. Not one fucking word,” Jake accused, his voice wavering. “So I left, I went to become the man that you deserved, but when I came back, you were gone.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jake?!” you screamed causing him to take a step back. “You obviously didn’t hear anything cause I absolutely defended you! I was so in love with you, I would never have let anyone change my feelings toward you.”

You didn’t realize how close you’d gotten until you watched Jake flinch from you poking his chest with each word. At this moment though, you couldn’t care less.

“I ended my friendship with them over you. I never agreed with a fucking word they said, not one, but I may as well have since you just dipped, left me with no answers, no reason, no closure. You left me! You fucking left me and didn’t say one fucking word!” You couldn’t stop the tears, finally able to process the last ten years of emotions.

“I texted you, I emailed you, I called you, I did everything right, and you still fucking left me! You broke me, Jensen. You fucking broke me!” You’d started pounding on your fists on his chest, just wanting him to hurt as much as he had hurt you. Jake grabbed your hands as you slowed down, pulling you into his chest as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“I waited for you, I fell apart. I mourned for you every day, I was left wondering what I had done wrong. Did you not love me? Did you realize you wanted someone else? You fucking broke me, Jake Jensen, and I’ve never been whole since,” you cried as he cradled you, your face in the crook of his neck.

“I waited, I didn’t leave my bed, Jolene knew something but she wouldn’t tell me. I didn’t get out of bed for months after you left. I was a shell. I finally realized you weren’t coming back, so I got up, I went through the motions, I lived from day to day. I made friends. It took me a long time to let Steve, Colin, Brat, Doc, Wanda, and Bucky in, but they never left my side. Then ten years later, ten years after no contact, you pop back up, and now I’m back to being a shell.”

“Do you still love me? Or carry some of the same feelings still?” Jake asked quietly, his heart starting to race. “I never stopped loving you. Not once,” Jake admitted as the tears started falling.

“That’s not fair, Jake. You don’t get to break me then ask me if I still love you after I’ve slowly put myself back together.” You pulled yourself out Jake’s arms, immediately missing his warmth and comfort. “You don’t get to come back and ask about my feelings, they aren’t your concern anymore.” You pulled your chain out, running your ring back and forth across the chain, a nervous habit you’d never been able to stop.

Jake looked down, seeing the ring, and for one flicker of a second, he felt his heart soar. You still had his ring. You still wore his ring. He had a chance to prove himself and his feelings to you.

“I need time Jake, I need time.” You ran your hand through your hair, your resolve wavering just a little, but that wasn’t a road you could go down now. “How long are you going to be in town?”

Jake cleared his throat and wiped away his tears. “Uh, Clay said we have a mission here, I guess we’re going to be working with the Avengers, so we’ll be here until it’s done.”

“Well, you’ve already met Steve, and you’ll meet Brat, Doc, and Wanda soon, so good luck with that. Doc will neuter you,” you half joked, pretty sure she just might.

“Yeah, not the first time I’ve heard that, oddly enough,” Jake said. “Do you think we can talk when we get back?” Jake looked at you hopefully, giving you his soft puppy eyes you never could resist.

“I’ll think about it. Just….don’t die, we’ll talk when you get back, okay? That’s the most I can give you right now.” You kept playing with your ring before you realized that he had to have seen it by now. Tucking it back into your shirt, you smoothed your shirt and cleared your throat. “Don’t fucking die, and we’ll talk when you get back.”

“Music to my ears, Wormie. I’m coming back to you, and we will figure this all out. I never stopped loving you, haven’t dated anyone else at all, had you on my mind the entire time I’ve been gone.”

Jake threw his arms around you, and you allowed yourself to sink into his scent and warmth, as if you’d never been apart. Jake placed a kiss on your cheek and got back into his car, waving as he pulled away.

You watched his car disappear into traffic, your brain busy with everything that had happened in the last few weeks. Did you still love him? If you were being honest with yourself, you had never stopped, and that was the problem here. You turned and headed into the cafe, your mind wandering all over.

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It had been a few weeks since you had heard from anyone. You were used to Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Tony, Brat all going no contact while on missions, but now you also had Jake to worry about, and that wasn’t something you were used to. You tried to keep as busy as possible, and thankfully Tony seemed to know you needed this, and you threw all of your time and energy into it.

You worked extra hours at the shelter, working to get all of the pets up to date on their vaccinations, addressing all medical concerns, and getting all of the animals spayed or neutered. You had just returned from picking up a new intake who needed to have an eye and tail removed, a stray found in pretty bad shape and brought to you by Colin for help.

“Hey Seamus,” you said as he climbed out of the carrier, stretching his body then immediately wrapping himself around your ankles, his purr the only noise in the room. “I heard you tried to eat the techs, Seamus. We talked about this.” Seamus looked at you, turning his head to the side and meowing in response to your admonitions. “They said you were extra spicy and almost sent one to the techs to the hospital.” Seamus chuffed, walking over to inspect the food and water bowl you had set up in your office.

“Alright you little shit, let me work for a little bit, then we’ll head home.” You moved behind your desk, opening your laptop to go over the final details for the adoption benefit set to happen in two weeks. You let your mind get lost in the planning, finally not thinking about Jake or your friends.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been working, but you finally decided to give up when the words started blending and blurring together. You stood and stretched, your back and neck sore from being in the same position. Seamus looked up at you from his perch on the window in your office, annoyed at having been disturbed.

“Come on, Spicy Seamus, let’s go home.” You grabbed his harness and leash, bending over to allow him to step in so you could fasten him in. You turned and grabbed your purse, opening your door and shutting off the light as you and Seamus made your way out to your car. You opened your passenger side door, allowing Seamus to jump in. You locked his harness into the seatbelt, closed his door and made your way to the driver's seat.

You made the short trip home, you and Seamus making it inside just as the sun was rising over the horizon. Another day done with still no word from anyone. You fed Seamus, washed your face and brushed your teeth. You fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow, your exhaustion finally catching up to you.

You slept for a few hours, your dreams restless, your subconscious returning back to Jake at every twist and turn. You woke up covered in sweat, unsure of exactly where you were, your dreams so real. You heard your phone ringing, the sound part of what woke you up so suddenly. You looked at the caller ID, your heart dropping into your stomach as you answered the call. You listened, a familiar voice coming over the line, confirming your worst fears. Jake, Steve, and Pooch were missing, having never returned from their portion of the mission. They had been missing for about two weeks, but the team stayed to look for them, only giving in when they needed to come back and replenish their supplies

You stayed still, almost scared to breathe as he talked, hoping you were still dreaming. Cougar said they were leaving again, bringing Sam, Nat, Doc, and Thor along with them, all hands on deck. Cougar promised he would call again as soon as they had any additional news, then waited for you to acknowledge the conversation before he disconnected the call.

You sat still, your phone still clenched in your hand, your body and mind slipping into shock. Seamus pranced in, jumping onto your bed and laying directly in your lap, his front paws on your chest as he purred. You finally let your emotions in, allowing yourself to fall apart as Seamus continued his comfort. You finally fell victim to your emotions, falling into another restless sleep as your nightmares continued to haunt you.

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You spent the next three days in bed, not eating, not showering, not sleeping, only getting up to feed Seamus then go back to bed. Colin received a call from Doc alerting him to the situation when no one had been able to reach you, your phone going straight to voicemail, your texts unread and unanswered.

Colin knew he had to step in when he received a call from the veterinarian you used for the shelter animals called him regarding missed appointments. Colin knew how much the animals meant to you, and with the adoption event so close, he was absolutely certain you would never miss any appointment let alone the ones needed to make these animals adoptable.

You heard the door to your apartment open but you didn’t stir. You didn’t care. All you cared about was Jake and you had lost him again, along with your best friend, maybe for good. Colin knocked on your room door before entering and sitting down next to you on the bed. You didn’t say anything, didn’t even move, barely breathing.

“I took the rest of the dogs in for their shots, the doc says they’re good to go for the adoption event. The cats are all good, Shirley has been taking care of them. The cafe is good to go, I just did inventory. Tony’s party planners are coming tomorrow, I think this is a meeting you’re going to need to take. I’m not too sure what you already had planned.” Colin finished, looking at the TV running quietly in the background, knowing you would say something when you were ready.

“I should have told him before he left,” you said after an hour or so, your voice raspy and strained from not being used. “I still wore his ring, I never stopped loving him, and I didn’t tell him. I just told him not to die, and now I may not see him again.” Your shoulders shook, sobs wracking your body as you finally allowed yourself to feel something, anything.

You turned over and looked at Colin, your tears falling freely as you finally acknowledged your friend and your emotions. Colin opened his arms, allowing you to curl up into him, your head on his chest as you sobbed, his hand rubbing up and down your back as he just allowed you to be. Your friends knew you didn’t like showing your emotion, but the few times you did, they allowed you to just work through it.

After a little bit, your tears finally stopped, your mind finally clearing a little with the release of everything you had needed and wanted to admit leaving your lips. Colin stayed silent, waiting to follow your lead in this situation.

“What time is the meeting with the planners tomorrow?” you asked Colin, as you threw the covers back and got out of your bed. You stopped, fully taking in your smell, highly upset you weren’t able to move away from it.

“They said ten in the morning, but I can move it if you need me to,” Colin replied, breathing through his mouth to not breathe in the nuclear scent wafting off you, but trying very hard not to make you feel any worse than you already did.

“No, ten will be fine. Do any of the animals need a once over before the event?” you continued as you pulled out clean clothes and a towel and headed towards your bathroom. You propped the door to hear Colin and to allow some steam to leave the bathroom as you tended to bathe in temperatures only a demon could love.

“No, barring any emergencies, but all of them are spayed, neutered, and vaccinated. Where’s my Spicy Seamus?” Colin asked as he looked for his furry friend. Colin was obsessed with Seamus even if the cat didn’t care for him whatsoever. “Ow! What the fuck, Seamus? I just tried to give you some food you grumpy ass-”

“Colin! Stop calling my cat names!” Seamus trotted over to you, as you brushed your hair, throwing a triumphant look at Colin as the man stuck his tongue out at the cat. You rolled your eyes, telling Colin how absolutely ridiculous it was for him to argue with a cat. Colin said Seamus started it.

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This was your life leading up to the day of the event. Colin was by your side, fighting with Seamus and keeping you together, the staff helping with the cafe and shelter allowing you to focus on the final details of the event.

You revealed the theme to your staff and volunteers as you made sure each one had an invite to this event. You’d decided on a theme near and dear to your heart, 90’s grunge. The decor you’d decided on was album covers from your favorite music era, the music being the same as the theme.

What you didn’t know is Tony had managed to book one of your favorite bands, a surprise he’d orchestrated before the team had left to find Jake, Steve, and Pooch. You hadn’t heard anything yet, and Colin tried to keep you as busy as possible, knowing if you slowed down, you’d sink back down into your depression hole, and Jake wouldn’t want to see that when he got back. Neither would Steve.

Colin kept in touch with Brat and Clay, getting daily updates on the progress of the rescue mission. As of his last conversation with Clay this morning, there were a few leads to follow up on, and they seemed to be close to finding their missing team. Colin didn’t tell you any of the updates, not wanting to see you spiral or get your hopes too high depending on the conversation.

Before you knew it, the day of the event had arrived. The shelter was busy hanging all of the album covers for the pets, your idea for marketing the dogs and cats. Each album was a famous cover with the pet featured as the main image, the bottom of the cover giving the biography and details of each animal up for adoption. The door between the shelter and cafe would be open, allowing patrons and possible adopters to move freely between both buildings.

After making sure every last detail was tended to, you went home and changed into your outfit: JNKO jeans with holes in the knees, a tank top with gray and black plaid flannel layered overtop, and your absolutely favorite Doc Marten Mary Janes. Your hair was pulled back away from your face, your makeup light and airy.

You heard your front door open and close, not surprising as you were waiting for Colin to come over so you both could head out together. “Hey, can you feed Seamus without him killing you this time?” you yelled out as you gave yourself one last look in the mirror. You made sure you had your necklace with your ring on, not that you ever took it off, but you always checked, just in case.

“I’m almost done!” you called as you grabbed your wallet and keys, making your way into the living room. “Hey, Colin are you-” you stopped short as you took in the sight in front of you. It wasn’t Colin standing there, petting your one eyed friend, nope. That sure as fuck was not Colin. You stopped short as you watched him stand straight, your eyes not believing what you were seeing.

“Hey Wormie,” Jake said as he locked eyes with you. He stood still, waiting for you to say anything, something, but you just stood there staring at him. “I asked them not to call you, I wanted to come straight over and see you-” Jake started, trying to fill the silence before you moved.

You crossed the room, running to Jake, throwing your arms around him as your lips met his to stop his nervous rambling. You kissed him intensely, not stopping for anything. You needed Jake, needed to feel Jake, needed to know Jake was here and not going anywhere. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, lifting you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you over to the wall, placing your back against it as he stopped kissing you long enough for you to remove your clothes as he removed his, immediately kissing you again as he plunged into you, neither of you wasting any time.

Jake stopped, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he gave you a moment to adjust, his lips never leaving your skin once. “Jake, I need you,” you whispered, pleading with Jake to move as he continued kissing every bit of flesh he could find.

Jake started moving, his lips finding yours again. You kissed each other breathless, resting your foreheads against one another and panting, then kissing again, not wanting any space between the two of you. You’d been apart long enough, there wasn’t any more time to waste. Jake dropped his hand down, immediately finding your clit, rubbing expertly to bring you over the edge, his mouth swallowing your sound as you fell over.

Jake didn’t stop, continuing his ministrations as your second orgasm fell before you had finished the first, the clench causing Jake to cum, emptying himself into you as you both fought to catch your breath. You kept kissing Jake as you both came down, as if trying to make yourself believe he was really here.

“I’m here,” Jake said as he held you close, still seated inside of you, needing to know you were just as real as he was in this moment. He continued to reassure you that he was here, he was real, that this time, he was not going anywhere. You don’t know when you’d started crying, but you felt the tears running down your face.

You and Jake moved from the wall to the bathroom where you both got lost in each other again before finally cleaning yourself and him, getting dressed and making your way to the benefit hand in hand, not that everyone there didn’t know exactly what had just happened. You both wore the marks all over, but Tony was the only one to say anything at all.

“So glad you could finally make it, you disgusting humans. Please tell me you at least showered before gracing us with your presence,” Tony said, flinching and crying when you punched him in the arm. “Geez, I don’t envy you at all, Jensen.” Tony winked as you flipped him the bird as he walked away.

“I’m glad I could finally make it too,” Jake said as he kissed you again. You could finally say the same thing, your world feeling full and where it was always meant to be as you watched your friends and family enjoy themselves around you. You kissed Jake, hugged Colin, took pictures with all of the animals as they were adopted, and just started living, something you hadn’t been able to do for years. Your heart was finally home.

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The Maid Part 2

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing. Reader is a maid.

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You wake up to the Snake throwing you out of your cot.

"Witch! You dare to sleep in? Get up and start working NOW!" he yells at you.

You groan in pain as you try getting up and starting the day. The medicine Banner gave you is working wonders; you feel none of the pain and your wrist has significantly healed overnight.

You make your way to the kings wing when the Snake corners you against a wall.

"The king has asked me to send you another personal message." he sneers. Your eyes widen in fear when he suddenly slaps you across the face. You feel the wound in your lip split open again, the now familiar metallic taste filling your mouth. He grabs your cheeks with one hand and squeezes painfully.

"Watch your back, witch. I'm watching your every step." he threatens.

He throws you to the floor and walks away, as you gather your items and continue to the kings quarters, refusing to let him see you in pain.

Silent tears are brimming your eyes. You blink them away and take a shaky breath.

I don't know how much longer I can take this.

You manage to complete your tasks within the allotted time given you to by King Loki. You leave his wing with a long sigh of relief, praying that you never have to see him again.

A few weeks go by as you manage to do your work properly and on time to avoid the king. However, the guard Snake, seems intent on making you fail, on breaking you into submission. Without reprieve, he has consistently targeted you every night, to limit your capabilities. Your response and demeanour remains the same: silent and emotionless. As a result, the pain compounded, the prevention of your body to receive time to heal made you weaker. Last night was the worst, as you were too weak and in pain to fight back. You return to Banner, who provides you with more medication but insists that something must be done to stop them from this continuous abuse. You say nothing as you stare back at him, knowing there is nothing either of you can do. You've been sold to the crown to pay for your parent's debt and there was no way out.

The next day, you wake up in unbearable pain. You look in the mirror and curse at yourself. You eye is a deep purple, yellow and green on the outskirts where your nose and eyebrow is. You had fogotten to apply the balm last night, as you had slipped into unconsciousness after the traumatic events of the night.

You decide to wear a shawl over your head and to keep your eyes to the ground while you walk around the castle to the King's wing. You manage to get through most of the work without seeing anyone. When you get to the king's chambers, you close the door behind you and tighten the shawl around.

You start your work, slowly moving around. You still have a limp from the pain in your ankle after the guards had stomped on it the other night.

You work your way around his chambers, focused on cleaning the large windows. You're slowly stepping up on the tall stool with one foot and hanging the other in the air to avoid putting pressure on it. You slowly lift your arms but hiss in pain from the stretch of your bruised ribs. You're shaking with every movement as you clean. You're so focused on ignoring the pain and cleaning that the sudden sound of a throat clearing behind you makes you jump in fear. You yelp as you try to steady yourself but put too much pressure on your ankle and begin falling to the floor when you're suddenly wrapped in strong arms and behind helped back up onto your feet.

You see a flash of green as you're being pulled up and immediate know who it is. You look down at your shoes.

"Sorry darling, I didn't mean to scare you." Loki says with amusement.

You stay quiet as you stare at the floor. You feel his stare boring into you.

"Not much of a talker I see... very well, continue on with your work. I've been pleased so far, so please continue." He says as he steps to the side to let you get back to the windows.

From the corner of your eye, you see him grab the book from his night stand and sit on his bed.

He notices your hesitancy "Don't mind me, I will simply be reading. He turns his head down to the book.

You swallow thickly, anxiety seeping into your bones. All of the rumours you've heard of his cruelty creep into your mind and you start to shake. You force yourself to calm down and return to your work.

Keeping your down as you do not want him to see your bruises on your face, they're especially brutal this time. You turn to the stool and begin stepping up on it. Leaning on the wall, you put one leg up and look behind you quickly to make sure the king doesn't see you as you grip the wall and jump up a level of the stool on one foot. You keep the second foot flat on the stool, but put no pressure on it, to avoid suspicion and keep the pain at bay. You grab the cloth in your hand and stretch yourself slowly to reach the top of the glass and move your arm slowly side to side. You stretch too far and groaning loudly in pain as you retract and pause to take a deep breath. You don't dare look behind you. You know he heard you but you refuse to acknowledge it.

You try again and start cleaning the windows, moving your arm side to side and manage to finish without hissing out loud in pain. You're biting the inside of your cheek as you start lowering yourself from the stool. You pause to grip the wall again and hop down the first step, you miss it and instinctively put your pained ankle down to prevent from falling. As soon as your foot steps on the stool, you yelp in pain and jump off the stool, gripping the wall to steady yourself. Your head is down, you're breathing rapidly, knuckles turning white as you try to regulate your breathing.

You're so focused on waiting for the pain to go away that you don't hear Loki get up and walk up behind you until you feel his hand on your elbow.

You stiffen at the touch.

"Turn around." he orders you.

You feel tears forming in your eyes. This is it. He's going to send me to the dungeons and have me killed or tortured, or worse. You swallow hard and slowly turn around on one foot while staring at the floor.

"Look at me." he orders you again.

You slowly lift your head up and look at him. You see his eyes widen slightly and his jaw tick.

"What happened?" he commands.

His eyes are a deep green, you can see the emotion behind them.

What do I say? I can't tell him what's happening... he will never believe me. I'm a simple maid. Who am I to snitch or accuse a royal guard?

"I slipped and fell." you reply queitly.

A lie. He can taste it. He looks at you and slits his eyes as he ponders your answer.

"You mean to tell me, you slipped and fell in such a way that split your lip, gave you a black eye and seriously sprained your ankle almost the brink of it being broken?" he asks you incredulously.

"It was a very bad fall your highness." you say queitly.

He chuckles at your answer "You know I am the God of Lies and Mischief, and yet you still choose to lie to me. I do not take you for a fool. You speak eloquently, you seem somewhat educated and intelligent. Yet, you still lie to me."

You swallow thickly and sway slightly out of anxiety.

"Apologies your highness. It was not meant in ill-will."

He sighs deeply "I can smell Dr. Banner's healing balm on your skin. He created it for me, to numb the pain while I am at war. Why would a 'simple maid' such as yourself need the balm?....I will ask you one last time, what happened?"

You're shaking, his eyes look you up and down with concern.

You remain quiet. Too fearful to lie or say the truth.

He sighs deeply "You refuse to answer my question again? You understand the consequences of such disrespectful actions towards a royal. Why?" he questions.

You shift again "I can't lie if i remain quiet, your highness."

He stops and stares at you. He is shocked by your answer. His eyes shimmer and lips curly slightly into a smirk; he's impressed.

"Very well... You may leave now."

He watches you limp to the closet, put the supplies away and lower the shawl over your face again.

You bid him farewell and take your leave.

When you leave his chambers he can't help but wonder about you.

She lied. I know she did. Who does she fear so intently that she is willing to lie to her king for? Something isn't right here. Her eyes... they looked empty....

He paces his room and stares out his window, coming up with a plan to figure out what is happening within his kingdom's walls.

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cyberneticasset · 9 months

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No More Room

When Steve Rogers learned that his friend was being held captive at a work camp, he tore through it to rescue him. Too bad he released more than the 107th that night.

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Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: Mature Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, World War II, Alternate Universe - Canon, Zombie, CanonAU, Alternate Universe, Slow Burn, Figuring it out along the way, Some Plot/Tags May Change, Post-Serum Steve Rogers POV, Bucky Barnes POV, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers-centric, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD

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imsecretadult · 1 year

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The fic I haven’t named yet

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Captain Rogers excuses himself shortly after I call him out. I don’t particularly blame him. In the interim, I spend my time admiring my chipped manicure and the slightly off-white hue of my apparent holding cell. What felt like hours pass before a new character makes their way into the room.

“Mr. Stark.” I acknowledge. He arches a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me.

“So now we’re playing nice, are we, kid?” He jests. I scoff a bit, sensing playfulness in his tone.

“I’ve always been told I work very well with others. I think I’ve been very cordial this whole time. And I’m not a kid, sir.” He rolls his eyes towards me, unfolding his crossed arms as he takes a relaxed seat in the chair opposite me.

“Dude, you’ve only been able to legally drink for a few months.”

“I suppose that would make me a kid…to a dinosaur like yourself.” Now it’s my turn to raise a mischievous brow. He grasps his heart in mock pain. We both chuckle softly. The silence between us begins to deepen. “I’m not done here, am I?” Mr. Stark’s mouth turns down slightly.

“No, kid. Not yet.” My head drops. “Dr. Banner would like you to stick around a couple of days, just to run some medical/scientific/whatever tests to make sure you really are fine. That meteorite, as you so astutely mused, wasn’t just any old rock. Riddled with radiation. So..” he shrugs. “You’re stuck here for a bit.” I nod slowly, raising my eyes to meet his.

“Can I contact my family? Let them know where I am and that I’m ok?” This startles Mr. Stark, though he tries to hide it. He’s almost embarrassed as he speaks next.

“Yeah, kid, of course! You’re not a prisoner. In fact, you could leave right now if you wanted. Wouldn’t recommend it, but as long as that old icicle you just met is still around, this is still America!” His joke does make me crack a grin, despite the prospect of being stuck in this holding cell for the next few days.

“Ok, that’s good to know. I suppose if I’m here of my own free will, you wouldn’t mind if I ask for some food…and maybe a cot while I stay? It’s been a hot minute since I first got here, and I’m dying for some sustenance.” He starts again at this.

“Jesus, kid! We’re not gonna make you stay in this interview room!” He begins to laugh. “You’re a piece of work. We’ll lend you a free room here in the compound for your stay. You can eat whatever you want, and we’ve already got a go-bag of some clothes for you.” The idea of a vacation doesn’t seem so bad now. At least this place is new. Home is too…familiar to be comfortable anymore.

“You already have my clothes? How?” I wonder. Mr. Stark narrows his eyes at me.

“Well, when we stopped by your house on our manhunt to find your MIA self…” he stops his glare. “…your mother insisted we take some supplies for when we found you. Guess she knew you’d be out of commission for a while. Smart lady.” I shake my head.

“That she is.”

/////// (Steve’s POV)

The man on the sofa seems more distraught than his wife. The dogs, however, are the most worried. The pair haven’t left their whining post by the door since Tony and I arrived.

“They do that.” The mother explains, handing Tony his requested coffee, settling beside her worried husband. “Every time one of us isn’t home, they worry. Even when it isn’t this unusual.” She smiles towards the canines.

“Well, we’d like to help them get their girl home safely. When we the last time you saw your daughter?” I ask.

“Two days ago.” The father sighs. The bags under his eyes testify to his concern. Clearly, he hasn’t slept much. “She’s never been gone so long without contact. Things have been so…rough lately…it’s just alarming.”

The wife tuts. “I’m sure she’s fine. She’s tough and smart, I’m sure she just needs to be alone for a bit.” I nod.

“Your wife is probably right, sir. I’ll bet she’s fine.” Here, Tony jumps in.

“Yeah, I’m sure the kid’s doing great. Can you tell us about the incident?” I roll my eyes toward him. He’s never the best at handling the grieving. The parents don’t seem to notice.

“Well, day of, the dogs returned home from their walk without her. Obviously, we were concerned, and drove the park to check on her. When we found her, she had a nasty gash on her face, and, as I’m sure you know, the rock was there.” The mother explains. Tony and I nod.

“We didn’t much care about the rock, though. We drove her to the hospital. She was out for the next day, but woke up with only a concussion. We were so relieved. But then, when she came home…something was different.” The father trails off, a bit emotional. His wife pats his arm.

“I know you all are a big deal. Entrusted with lots of information.” The mom begins. I’m not quite sure where this is going. “So despite the fact that we’re just regular people, I’m sure you have some kind of dossier on us that you reviewed before making the flight out here.” Tony just shrugs. I roll my eyes once more.

“Yes, ma’am.” The mother nods.

“So you know our daughter’s had a rough go of it in the past several months.” I nod.

“And you have our condolences, ma’am.” I offer.

“Thank you.” Her mask of calm slips slightly. She’s hurting, I realize. “It’s been hard on all of us. We were all very close. Obviously, it’s different for her, but…anyways.” She takes a steadying breath. “She’s had a rough time, but she’d been coping better as time has gone on. However, when she got home from the hospital, it was like it was all fresh again. Even the slightest mention of him from anyone would send her into crying fits. Like the day it happened. It was so odd. But it wasn’t just sadness. Every emotion was turned up to 11. She was just…different. A raw nerve.”

Tony shoots a glance towards me. The mother doesn’t miss it. “That means something, doesn’t it?” I stare towards Tony. If he can’t be subtle, he’s going to have to answer her questions.

“Possibly, ma’am. We’d like to take her back with us, when we find her, to make sure everything is ok.” The parents look at each other. The father, it appears, is reluctant. His wife places another hand on his. His eyes relent.

“Ok.” He sighs. “Promise you will take care of her?” I nod vehemently.

“Of course, sir.”

“That’s their job, honey.” His wife adds. As we stand to leave, the mother jumps and scuttles to a nearby room.

“Here.” She just out her hand, grasping a near bursting duffle bag. I take it, cocking an inquisitive look towards her. “It’s clothes.” She explains. “And just some general stuff she might need while she’s gone. I know my daughter…and something is off. I trust you to fix it, Captain Rogers, Mr. Stark. I watch the news, I see the good you do. Find her, keep her safe, make sure she’s ok.” The steely look in her eyes intimidates me. I suppose not even a super soldier can defeat a determined mother.

“Yes, ma’am.” I promise. As Tony and I back out of the driveway, I can’t help but feel sorry for the two pairs of eyes staring out the front window, fogging the window up with their worried, panting breath.

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waywardxrhea · 3 months

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Part Forty-Eight: An Evening of Reunions

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence.

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King T'Challa holds a celebration dinner for everyone who fought in the two battles against Thanos.

A few days later, Steve and Bucky are sitting in a high-tech hospital room in the kingdom of Wakanda waiting on Sam to bring them back some coffee from a shop in the city and of course waiting on Emma to wake up. When they had formed the chain to absorb the power of the stones, some people's bodies didn't take it as well as others so those who needed it all ended up in Wakanda receiving the best treatment for their injuries both internal and external.

Steve is sitting at Emma's beside holding her hand when out of nowhere her heart rate begins to spike again before dropping quickly. Healers rush into the room and Bucky pulls Steve away from the bed so they can work. Just as the area is cleared, they hit a button and a dome appears around the bed so they can work in privacy. Steve fights back tears as he runs his hands through his hair and walks over to the window to distract himself.

Sam finally comes back with the drinks and sees the dome, asking, "What's going on? Is she okay?"

Steve can't speak, so Bucky takes his drink and tells Sam, "We don't know. Everything was fine and then her heart rate started going crazy again."

"Damn..." Sam whispers as he hands Steve his drink, not knowing what to say. Everything was so uncertain after that day that no one was sure what was going to happen. All he knows is he doesn't want to lose another friend to battle...

Steve takes the coffee from Sam but doesn't drink it as he continues to look out the window. Bucky notices the faraway look in his eyes and asks, "What about you Steve, are you okay?"

"Does it look like it, Buck?" Steve jokes quietly.

Bucky shakes his head honestly. The signs of exhaustion are evident throughout Steve's body. He hasn't slept since that final battle, worried about Emma and if she was going to be okay. Bucky puts a hand on Steve's shoulder and reassures him by saying, "Steve she's gonna be okay. You and I both know that the healers here are the best in the world. If they can get that HYDRA crap out of my head they can figure this out."

Sam nods and adds, "Some things just take time. She's gonna pull through. They all will."

"I hope so..." Steve says with a sigh. He turns around as he hears the dome retracting and says, "Let's see what they have to say."

The healer walks over and informs them, "We got her stable again and are now working on a new way of healing her now that we know more of what's going on. All that power going through her caused the conduction system in her heart to become unstable, but it's nothing we can't fix." Steve visibly relaxes and the healer adds, "She will be fixed up soon. Just give us a little while and we can begin the new treatment."

"Thank you so much," Steve tells her with a small smile.

Sam smiles and claps Steve's back, saying, "I told you she'd pull through."

"Now all we can do is wait," Bucky says. He then tells Sam and Steve, "I'm gonna go see if I can find someone to catch up with while we wait."

"Take your time, Buck," Steve tells him as he takes his seat by Emma's bed once more.

After a few hours, the healers return and request Sam and Steve to leave the room while they mend Emma's heart. Steve tries to argue, not wanting to leave her side, but Sam eventually convinces him to go on a walk around the city while they wait. "Fresh air is gonna be good for you, Steve," Sam tells him as they exit the building.

The two walk around for a while, Sam asking tons of questions about what happened while he was gone from the original snap. "Oh, congrats on the engagement by the way," he says with a smile as the two of them round a corner. "I noticed the ring on her finger while we were in the room earlier."

Steve can't help the smile that makes its way onto his face at the mention of the engagement. "Sorry I didn't bring it up sooner, I just...have had a lot on my mind," Steve tells him. "That week was the happiest both of us had been those five years though. It had been rough for a while but we had each other through it all so I thought it was finally time to ask. It just sucks that Nat won't be here for the wedding though. She and Emma were so excited for the big day..."

"She'll be there in spirit, I know it," Sam tells him softly.

Before Steve can offer any more to the conversation, King T'Challa comes up to the two of them and says, "I have been requested to inform you that the healers have finished up with Miss Baker, Captain. Feel free to head back to her room at your convenience."

Steve smiles and jokes, "So now they have the king sending messages around?"

T'Challa laughs and replies, "I wanted to be the one to tell you, Captain. I also wanted to extend an invitation to a dinner with my family tonight. If all goes to plan Miss Baker should be able to be out and about by then and we would love to have you two there."

"Well I feel like we can't say no to an invitation like that," Steve replies. "As long as Emma feels up for it we'll be there."

"Everyone will be happy to see some of the team that helped bring all of us back. It will be a celebratory dinner. Those of us who were snapped away are invited to attend too, that includes you, Mr. Wilson."

"I appreciate the invite, thank you," Sam replies and nods respectfully.

"Well I won't keep you up, Captain, feel free to head back to Miss Baker's room now. I expect she'll be up soon," T'Challa tells Steve before walking off in the opposite direction.

"Hey T'Challa," Steve calls after him before he gets too far. When he turns back, Steve asks, "Can I make an invitation suggestion for two more guests for the dinner?"

Soon after, Steve and Sam get back to Emma's room and sit at her bedside waiting for her to wake up from the anesthesia she had been on for the treatment to fix her heart. After a few minutes, Emma stirs and her eyelids flutter open. She looks over and whispers, "Steve?"

Steve smiles from ear to ear hearing her voice again and he leans over to kiss her softly. He rests his forehead on hers while a few tears escape his eyes and he whispers, "God I'm so happy you're okay, sweetheart..."

"We almost lost you there a few times, Baker. You can't scare us like that," Sam tells her with a fake sternness in his voice.

Steve nods and sits back in his chair again, admitting, "After thinking I did lose you when Thanos bombed everything, all of this almost broke me..."

Emma takes his hand in hers and jokes with a small laugh, "Hey, you can't get rid of me that easily."

Sam laughs and tells her, "Well we're glad you're so stubborn, Ems."

"Ha ha very funny," Emma replies before trying to sit up so she can give both of them a hug.

"Hey, hey take it easy, Em," Steve tells her after she cringes in a bit of pain after the attempt.

After she leans back onto her pillows, a familiar face enters the room carrying a steaming cup of tea for Emma. "Special delivery!" Shuri calls out with a smile. "You know, I really wish we would stop meeting under these circumstances," Shuri tells her as she hits some buttons to adjust Emma's bed slowly so it doesn't hurt her.

"Well if it wasn't for all those upgrades you put in the drone the first time I probably wouldn't be here, so really I owe my life to you," Emma tells her as she takes the cup of tea gratefully.

"Thank you Shuri, for helping both of them," Steve tells her with a smile.

"It is my pleasure, Captain," she replies.

She then turns to Emma and says, "So we didn't have too much time to talk about it during the battle but how are you liking your drone capabilities?"

"They're amazing, thank you," Emma tells her. She takes a look at the girl and asks, "So that power surge didn't hurt you much?"

Shuri shakes her head, telling her, "I directed all of the power into my gauntlets, so it fried them and shocked me a little bit, but other than that nothing bad for me."

"Well damn, I really drew the short end of the straw here," Emma jokes.

"Well, the short end is no more after that procedure. They have to come back in about half an hour to make sure everything is running smoothly in there and then you'll be good to go," Shuri replies. Before she turns to go, she asks, "Will I be seeing the three of you at the celebration tonight?"

"Celebration?" Emma asks, confused.

"I hadn't had time to tell her yet," Steve tells Shuri. He takes Emma's hand in his and says, "The royal family is hosting a celebratory dinner and get-together for those of us who helped bring everyone back as well as those who got dusted fighting to try and save everyone. If you're up to it after that procedure we'll go."

"I'd be happy to," Emma tells him, a smile on her lips.

"Great, I will see you there then," Shuri says before leaving to get ready for the night.

Later that night, Emma slowly emerges from a changing area in the room to reveal a beautiful silk dress that Shuri had made for her for the occasion. Steve looks up and lets out a low whistle at the sight of her. He gently wraps Emma in his arms and kisses her softly before asking, "How did I ever get so lucky?"

"It's me who got lucky," Emma replies before kissing him again. "I consider myself the luckiest girl alive."

Sam emerges into the room dressed in a button-up and slacks and says, "Well I hate to break up the love fest, but the celebration is about to start soon."

"Let me change real quick," Steve tells him before running back to where his dress clothes are waiting.

Once Steve is out of sight, Emma turns to Sam and gently punches his shoulder. "What was that for?" Sam asks, taken aback by the punch.

"That's for dying for five years!" Emma tells him. She then wraps her arms around him and says, "And this is for making me miss you so much..."

Sam wraps his arms around her in response and chuckles, replying with, "Well now I have five years of annoying you to make up for."

"Oh no, I'm really in for it aren't I?"

"Oh one thousand percent," Sam tells her as he releases her from the hug when he sees Steve coming back from the changing area.

"You two ready to go?" Steve asks with a smile as he buttons his sleeves at his elbows.

Sam and Emma nod before following Steve out the door to make their way to the celebration location. "So who all is gonna be at this shindig?" Emma asks.

"I guess we're about to find out," Steve replies as he pushes open the door for her and Sam to walk through.

The first faces they see mingling around belong to Pepper and Morgan Stark who are standing beside a wheelchair that holds Tony. A big smile makes its way onto Pepper's face when she sees Emma. She waves to them so Steve and Emma make their way over, Sam taking off to visit with Rhodey.

"Hey Pepper!" Emma says as she walks over. She then smiles at Tony and says, "I'm glad you're okay, Stark."

"Well okay is a relative term," Tony jokes. "They've healed me enough to make an appearance tonight, but I've still got some major problems going on in here. Probably gonna have to leave soon so they can do another procedure."

"They say if you hadn't thought of that crazy plan of yours he wouldn't have made it," Pepper tells Emma. She wipes the tears from her eyes and adds, "So thank you, Emma."

Emma's leg is suddenly engulfed in a hug from Morgan who looks up at her and whispers, "Thank you for saving my daddy's life."

Emma smiles and rests a hand on Morgan's head and nods. "It was my pleasure. I'm glad I could." She kneels down and gives her a quick hug before whispering, "I'll let you get back to being with him okay? Don't you waste a second of the time you get with a dad who cares so much about you."

Morgan nods with a smile, not completely understanding the statement, but happy nonetheless to try and climb up into the wheelchair and onto Tony's lap. Pepper smiles and then turns to Steve, asking, "So how are you after all of this, Cap?"

Steve carefully wraps an arm around Emma's waist and tells Pepper with a smile, "Just happy that she's okay and that we got everyone back. Well...mostly..."

Pepper can tell that he's talking about Nat, so she smiles softly and assures him, "I'm sure she knows we won after everything she did for the cause."

"I hope so," Steve whispers.

Emma leans her head onto Steve's shoulder to comfort him and is about to say something to change the subject when Morgan starts pulling at Pepper's arm for her attention. She whispers in Pepper's ear and Pepper laughs before telling Emma and Steve, "If you'll excuse me, we're gonna go try and find a cheeseburger for this one."

"Make that two," Tony chimes in.

Steve nods and tells them, "We'll see you around."

After a few more minutes of mingling, Steve is called away by Bucky to meet some of the people he met during his time in Wakanda. Emma makes her way to a platter that is holding some glasses of champagne, grabs one, and takes a sip before scanning the room to find someone to talk to. Her eyes land on Wanda and Clint who seem to be having a solemn conversation. Wanting to offer proper condolences for the loss of Vision to Wanda, Emma starts to make her way over to the pair. Right as she makes her way over though, Clint is dragged off by an excited young boy toward the buffet that has been prepared for everyone.

Wanda waves to them as they go and Emma approaches cautiously, her feelings from all those years ago creeping into the back of her mind once again. Luckily, Steve had convinced Emma to wear her AI earpieces, so as her anxiety starts to spike, the calming instrumental music begins to play in her ears.

Emma walks up to Wanda and puts her hand up in a small wave, saying quietly, "Hey Wanda. It's good to see you after all this time."

Wanda offers a smile back, but she seems off in another world as she says, "Yeah, you too."

Emma takes the final drag of her champagne and takes a deep breath before continuing with, "I just thought I'd offer my condolences for Vision. I know it's probably really hard being here again, and for you, it's still super fresh, so I just thought I would tell you how truly sorry I am for what happened. For the longest time I blamed myself and some days I still do, but these five years have taught me things about perspective and how some things just aren't preventable, unfortunately. I just really wish there was some way to change it, to bring him back."

Wanda nods and replies, "Thank you. I wish things were different too..."

Trying to change the subject to a lighter note, Emma pivots by saying, "Well hey on a brighter subject, Steve and I got engaged! We would both really like you to be a part of the ceremony whenever it may be. Things got kinda delayed because we were trying to bring everyone back and all, but I can keep you updated on when it's gonna be!"

"That sounds nice," Wanda tells her, looking off and out the window to where the battle in Wakanda was held five years before. Emma wishes she knew what was going through her head so she could help her friend, but no matter what she seems to say, Wanda just doesn't seem present. Right as Emma is about to open her mouth to say something else, Wanda snaps back into reality and tells her, "Well it was nice seeing you Emma, but I have to get going."

"Oh okay, I'll get in touch with you for those wedding details," Emma calls after her as she runs off towards Stephen Strange urgently and gets him to open a portal for her to step through. "Well, that was weird..." Emma whispers to herself as she trades her empty glass for a full one from a nearby tray.

A few more minutes pass of Emma mingling around when she notices that almost everywhere she's gone, Steve has been nearby. Using a small crowd as a distraction, she sneaks up behind Steve and taps his sides as she says his name loudly to scare him. Steve clutches his chest at the sudden appearance of Emma and he says, "Geez, you scared me, Em!"

Emma laughs and asks, "Well what are you watching me for? I've seen you watching me all night and when we're together you've been handling me like I'm made of glass, what's up?"

Steve tries to pull a quick cover-up by saying, "I've been doing no such thing."

Emma raises her eyebrows at him with a laugh and tells him, "Steve, I was trained in espionage tactics by one of the best spies in the modern world, I think I know when someone is watching me." She then wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him before saying, "Especially when it's someone I can't keep my eyes off of."

Steve smiles and admits, "I've been worried about you being out and about so soon after that heart procedure. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine, love. I do appreciate you looking out for me though," Emma replies with a smile. She smirks before teasing him with, "But you know, Tony's also in between procedures as we speak, and I don't see you looking after him."

"Well that's because he isn't my fiancee whom I love dearly and have almost lost too many times so I'm not taking any chances," he tells her before kissing her once more.

As they share a kiss, someone walks up behind them and whistles before saying in a teasing tone, "Wow, are my eyes deceiving me, or is that Emma Baker making out with Steve Rogers?"

Emma recognizes the voice in an instant as one of her best friends in the world, Maria Hill. She quickly pulls away from Steve and turns to see her friend all dressed up for the occasion. "Maria!!" Emma shouts before quickly closing the space between them with a bear hug.

"Well, it's good to see you too!" Maria laughs as she holds Emma close.

Emma takes a shaky breath, her emotions getting the best of her as she begins to cry, finally being reunited with Maria after all this time. "God I never want to be apart from you for that long ever again," Emma whispers, barely able to speak due to her tears.

Another voice makes an appearance as Emma hugs Maria. The voice asks, "What, no hug for me, agent?"

Emma releases Maria and looks up to see Nick Fury standing there as well. She smiles and says, "Oh come here, Fury," before wrapping him in a hug as well.

After releasing him, she looks at the both of them and says, "After watching the two of you turn to dust on those traffic cams I was devastated. I'm so glad to see the both of you again."

"And we're glad to be here," Maria replies with a smile.

"Oh, and Fury," Emma says. "Thanks for signaling Danvers. We couldn't have done this without her."

"I had a feeling she would be useful in the aftermath of all that," he replies with a nod. He then turns to Steve and says, "I was told by Banner and Stark to come get you for some mission planning, how 'bout we leave these ladies to catch up while we go do that?"

"Sounds like a plan to me," Steve agrees as he shakes Fury's outstretched hand. Before heading off, he gives Emma a quick kiss and tells her, "Come get me if anything happens okay?"

"Will do," she replies with a smile. She laughs to herself at Steve's overprotectiveness before turning her attention back to Maria as they make their way to a couch to sit down. Once they get comfortable, Maria raises her eyebrows at Emma. "What?" Emma asks with a laugh.

"When did that happen?" Maria asks with a laugh. "Last time I saw you, you and Steve were still awkwardly stumbling around your feelings, not wanting to admit them to one another!"

Emma laughs and replies, "Well you see, seven years happened..." She pauses and takes in what she just said before whispering, "Wow, it's really been seven years since I've seen you. God, I'm so sorry for not reaching out while we were in hiding."

"Hey it's okay," Maria tells her quietly. "I know that safety and staying hidden is a top priority when you're on the run, I totally get it."

"Thank you for understanding," Emma says. She sees a robot carrying a tray with little cakes on it and grabs two before saying, "But here's to us being reunited!"

Maria takes the cake from Emma's left hand and as she does she notices the ring on her finger and gasps, "Emma!"

"What?" Emma asks, not realizing what she noticed.

Maria takes her hand in hers and shows her the ring, "This!"

"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, Steve and I are engaged!" Emma tells her with a smile.

"So I haven't missed the ceremony? You aren't Mrs. Rogers yet?"

"Not quite, we had to postpone because we got too busy bringing your ass back," Emma teases.

"Oh you're grateful my ass is back and you know it," Maria replies with a laugh.

Emma laughs at the joke and then thinks for a second, becoming somber before asking, "Hey, uh...since Nat isn't here with us anymore, I was just wondering if you would want to be my maid of honor?"

Maria gives Emma a sad smile and leans over to hug her, saying, "I'm so sorry to hear that she's gone... I assume the two of you grew closer while we were all gone?"

"We were like sisters," Emma replies, looking up to the ceiling and trying not to cry again.

Maria puts a hand on Emma's knee and tells her, "Well I would love to be in the ceremony, but I'm not gonna take her place. I'll stand beside you at the altar, but Nat still has the title."

Emma lets out a shaky breath that comes with some tears as she nods. "Thank you, Maria. It'll mean the world to have you there."

"I wouldn't miss it for anything," she replies. Maria then looks at the ring one more time before saying, "But for now let's try and forget the sadness because you have so much to catch me up on!"

Later on, as the night is coming to a close, Emma and Steve run into Rocket along with some unfamiliar faces. As they approach, Emma asks, "So I'm assuming this is the rest of your crew?"

"Sure is," Rocket tells her. He points out everyone saying, "This is Drax, Mantis, Groot, and Quill."

"Well I'm glad you got your family back," Emma tells him.

"Me too," he says with a nod.

In an off-handed cocky tone, Quill tells Emma, "For the record, you stole our move back there with the stones."

Sensing the vibes Quill is giving off, Steve subtly stands up taller and tells him, "Well if she didn't think to use it we all might be dead right now."

"Listen to the muscular man, Quill, he's got authority over you just like Thor does," Drax tells him.

"He does not," Quill scoffs.

"Just look at him, he could take you in a fight and not break a sweat," Drax counters.

Emma and Steve laugh at the argument between them, not really wanting to cause any tension between the group any more than they might already have. Before they can say anything else to change the subject though, from beside Rocket, Groot says in a mocking tone, "I am Groot..."

When Emma laughs at the words, Rocket looks up at Emma, shocked, and asks, "Wait, you know Groot?"

"Well I have a universal translator in my AI," Emma tells him.

"What did he say?" Steve asks.

Emma laughs a bit before kissing him on the cheek and replying, "He says he thinks you look better with a beard."

Steve chuckles and runs a hand over his chin, saying, "I have been missing it lately."

"I have too," Emma replies while looking up at him with a smile.

"Well, how 'bout I grow it back out for our wedding?" Steve asks.

"Oh I would love that," Emma gushes.

"Speaking of, are we invited to this shindig?" Rocket asks.

"If you can make it, of course," Emma replies. "We have to reschedule now all things considered, but I'll shoot you an email with the details as soon as we have them."

"Ooh, an Earth wedding!" Mantis cheers. "I hear they are very emotional!"

"I hear they can be very sexual at the end," Drax adds nonchalantly.

Emma blushes at the words and buries her face in Steve's chest as they both laugh. Nebula is the one to break up the banter, saying, "I think you've made her uncomfortable. We should go before we get our invitations taken away."

"Sounds like a plan," Quill says. He puffs out his chest and holds out his hand for Steve to shake, saying, "It was nice meeting you."

"You too," Steve nods as she shakes his hand with a firm grip in a subtle show of his strength. Emma laughs when she notices Quill shaking his hand out as he walks away from them.

As they walk away and get out of earshot, Emma asks out loud, "He was a bit arrogant wasn't he?"

"That he was," Steve replies with a chuckle.

"Well, even so, it'll be nice to have them at the wedding," Emma says.

"I'll be happy as long as we're together," Steve tells her before leaning down to kiss her.

a/n: I just love all of these character interactions!

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