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jadedvibes · 1 year

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Promises

Summary: You’ve been arranged to marry someone else, but with only one night left before Bucky redeploys, you decide to make a few memories you know you'll never forget.

Pairing: Soft Dark 1940s!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, loss of virginity, corruption kink, slight dub-con, a little sub!bucky, innocent!reader, arranged marriage plans, swearing, pet names, fluffy feels, angst, manipulation, dark!bucky, 1940’s au.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Hi @mickeyhenrys, I am your secret santa! 🎅❤️ Hope you enjoy this soft dark fic that incorporates a Christmas Party/Mistletoe to fit my prompts🎄And a big thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for coordinating this Tis the Season to be Thot-y challenge!

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The annual Hodge Christmas Eve party was always all the rage, the whole neighborhood vied for an invitation to attend the grandiose and lively gathering. Your family had always wanted to attend, and this year was particularly special because an agreement had been made and an invitation was extended.

The families spoke and you were promised to marry Gilmore Hodge, the son of the town's most successful businessman. Your father was ecstatic that Gilmore’s parents agreed because he knew you’d be well taken care of for the rest of your life. The Hodges’ were happy with the arrangement because your reputation was exactly what they wanted for their son. Your mother taught you the ways of proper homemaking, ensuring you had every domestic duty down perfectly. Together with that, you were obedient and lovely, but most importantly you were chaste. The ideal package for a favorable young man.

After spending some time being excessively primped by your mother to look your best for your future family, and finally putting on your prettiest white dress, you were ready to go. This was what you had to do, it was your duty as a daughter, and defiance wasn’t your strong suit. Plus Gilmore was a hero, after returning home from the war he had earned even more respect than his great family name afforded him — he was an exemplary suitor. You would learn to care for him in time.

However, the engagement had yet to occur, and your families had only just completed their negotiations. The party gave you and your parents the opportunity to see what the Hodge family was like up close; although it didn’t weigh very much in terms of what was already decided. You were told that you were extremely fortunate to be chosen for their beloved son. There was a line a mile long to even be considered for him, but you were the kindest and the purest of them all —it could only be you.

So you were going to put on a big smile and spend the evening rubbing elbows with the high class folks Gilmore’s family socialized with, because it was your responsibility.

The main thing that had you actually excited about going to the party was that you knew your wonderful old friend Bucky Barnes would be making an appearance. Throughout the years you had kept in touch through letters, and he recently wrote to you letting you know that he’d be there; saying he knew Gilmore from his time in the service, and that he was looking forward to seeing you.

As a kid you always had the biggest crush on the guy because he was so effortlessly charming yet still adorably nerdy, the perfect combination. He was a constant in your life, and you weren’t willing to give him up, so regular letters helped keep you tethered together despite the distance. Somehow through every candid letter you felt yourself grow closer to Bucky, even closer than you were when he was still back home. His honesty, his vulnerability, his hope to see you again — it made you cherish him all the more.

Your mother knew about your elation over seeing him, especially given his valiant return from the war as well, but she urged you to be coy and downplay your enthusiasm. She didn’t want you to upset anyone in a way that could thwart her plans for your future.

Bucky had a good reputation growing up, and your parents took no issue with you having him as a friend. But that’s all it was ever allowed to be.

While you secretly wished for a different reality, you couldn’t help but feel euphoric about at least getting to spend some time with Bucky, the sweet guy you always wished your parents took an interest in. Nevertheless, it couldn’t happen, he didn’t come from enough according to your father. It didn’t matter that he was smart, and kind, and everything you ever wanted.

None of it mattered. Bucky would deploy again soon, so you had to have a memorable last night in his company. You didn’t understand how returning to the war worked, but that’s what he wrote in his last letter. The two of you would only have this one night to see each other.

Upon arrival at the party you made your greetings with the Hodge family, graciously speaking to them and then eventually Gilmore, who already had a couple girls vying for his attention. He was polite, but cared far more about returning to his little raving fan club. You couldn’t blame them, not everyone knew about your arrangement and he did look nice in his uniform. The snub stung a little, but you figured things would be different once you were married.

Sitting with your mother by a warm roaring fireplace, you spoke to some other women that had arrived with their families. Chatter was lively, with beautiful jazz ballads drifting throughout the grand property; setting the ambience just right. There was a good reason everyone wanted to attend this party, the food was delicious, the decorations along with the christmas tree extravagant, and the company among the best known in Brooklyn.

Your body buzzed with excitement and anticipation, knowing that any minute Bucky would arrive. Trying to stay calm, you focused on socializing to distract yourself, but it didn’t help. It had been so long since you’d seen him, your heart didn’t know how to play it cool.

However, all that anxiety dissipated the moment he stepped in the room, his eyes immediately finding yours; you felt yourself and the energy calm around you — it was only you and him.

Minding your manners you gave him a cordial nod before excusing yourself and seeking out a more quiet place to greet him. You smiled politely at the guests you passed as you made your way towards a quiet secluded hallway, all the while knowing you wouldn’t be alone for long.

Bucky smirked, stepping into the empty corridor, away from prying eyes and the loud music. “Didn’t want to talk to me out there with everyone else, doll?”

Finally seeing him for the first time in years, you dropped your proper facade and threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him. “Didn’t want to share is all,” you breathed, squeezing him tight. He held onto you with equal ardor, before you finally pulled back to get a good look at him.

You’d only known from his letter that he’d make an appearance at the party, you hadn’t heard his voice or seen him in the flesh for far too long. He still looked like the sweet boy you always adored, but something about him seemed different. His aura didn’t feel as light as you once remembered it to be, but perhaps you were imagining things. Given all that he’d been through you could understand if some things changed.

But then he spoke and you remembered that he was still your Bucky.

“I missed you so much,” he cupped the sides of your face and smiled broadly. “You’ve gotten even more beautiful, doll. Didn’t know that was possible.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his kind words. Shaking your head you smiled shyly before taking him in some more. He looked so handsome in his dress uniform, a touch more mature and muscular too — but still your Bucky. “How have you been?” you beamed.

“I’m alright, happy I get to see you,” he trailed his fingers down your arms before finally holding your hands in his.

“Can you stay long?”

Bucky shook his head. “No, I have to get back and get ready to ship out bright and early tomorrow.”

“Oh,” you breathed, disappointment running across your features before you remembered to put on a brave face. If time was that limited then you’d make sure every moment was a positive one.

He brought up a hand and traced his thumb over your cheekbone softly, dark blue eyes admiring you. “Glad I got to see you and say goodbye,” he gave you a small smile before stepping back and putting his hands behind his back, subtly distancing himself from you. He couldn’t get too close, he knew about the arrangement you had with Gilmore.

You furrowed your brows at his stiffness, things weren’t like this before. “We’ve barely even caught up, what’s the rush? Who knows how long it’ll be this time.” Or if he’d even return.

“I can’t, doll.” Bucky knew he shouldn’t be alone with you, yet he also knew for certain that he couldn’t go on knowing that soon you’d belong to someone else.

“C’mon Sarge, you’ve gotta give me something to remember you by,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. “I can think of one thing that I could give you before some USO girl gets her hands on you,” you grabbed his hand and led him down a quiet hallway. Mrs. Hodge had given you the grand tour, and you knew your way around already. Her attention to detail with decorations throughout the home was commendable, just as her hospitality.

“What is it?” he smirked, disregarding the quip. The USO girl’s always paled in comparison to you. There wouldn't be another, there would only be you.

You tilted your head up at the mistletoe tied with a red bow hanging above the door you’d tugged him towards before meeting his gaze.

Bucky peeked up before shaking his head at you with a mischievous smile. You weren’t making this easy, so he finally committed to his decision. He’d been tinkering with holding back, but there you were under the soft light, looking so gorgeous in your white chiffon dress. If he could only have this one night with you, he was going to take advantage of it. Stepping towards you, his hand loosely cupped the side of your face, before he leaned in close. “I can think of something more memorable than this, doll. But it’ll do for now,” he breathed against your lips.

Your heart fluttered in your chest when his warm lips met yours. Certain and deliberate, making you gasp at his confidence. The grip on your face tightened before his lips parted, and suddenly his tongue was sliding along yours, expertly exploring your mouth. No man had ever kissed you like that. No fumbling or hesitancy, only desire in his actions.

A soft moan slipped past your lips, breaking you out of the impassioned trance you’d fallen under with Bucky, reminding you that you were at a lively Christmas party. If someone had stumbled over and seen that little display of public affection they would inevitably gossip about you; leading to major consequences if your parents or worse, if the Hodge’s heard about it.

“I have to go,” you whispered, stepping towards him to get away.

“Why?” his hands found your waist, keeping you trussed up against the door.

Your fingertips rose to touch your lips, still tingling because of him. “Bucky, they can’t see us like that. It– it was a bad idea.” You’d never been kissed with such passion and it made you feel things. Things you knew you shouldn’t for a man you weren't promised to — even if he was the only man you ever wanted a future with.

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Bucky.”

“What happened to ‘Sarge’?” He raised an eyebrow, his hands slowly wrapping around your body. “Thought you might give me an order or two, using my rank and all,” he grinned.

You couldn’t help but crack a smile. “You know we shouldn’t, you know I’m–“

“I know about the arrangement, doll. I know that soon you’ll be married. But I also know that I’m leaving tomorrow and I might not make it back,” he looked at you solemnly.

“Oh, Bucky,” you frowned. “I know. I wish I knew what to say. Is there any way I can make this last night a good one for you?” you asked with hopeful eyes.

His eyes darkened, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I can think of a few ways.”

“Like what?” you tilted your head.

“We can start with you giving me an order,” he quirked an eyebrow.

Taking a quick peek around to make sure you were alone, you placed your arms around his neck once you ensured the coast was clear. “Are you good at taking orders, Sarge?” you asked sweetly. Maybe you could get him to give you a couple more of those kisses that made you tingle.

“Wanna find out?” he nodded towards the door.

“You wanna go in there?” your eyes darted around. You’d never been in this kind of situation, unsupervised no less. It was unlikely anyone would notice you were missing for long, but the uncertainty of what might happen if you were alone with him made you nervous.

He shrugged with a lopsided grin, it’d have to do for now. You deserved far better than a rushed hookup, and one day he’d give it to you. But on this special night in your company, he had to improvise.

Biting your lip, you nodded your head before turning around as he opened the door into the small room.

“This can be our little secret,” he suggested as he followed in after you.

Secrets were good, no one had to know, this would be okay.

Butterflies were in your stomach, your heartbeat erratically thumping in your chest, but then his familiar blue eyes were on you, and your apprehension slowly melted away. You trusted him with your life, you always could, and if tonight was the last night you had with him, then it ought to be an unforgettable one.

“I’d like that,” you hesitantly tugged at his lapel, bringing his lips back to yours. His hands drifted down your body, tightening the hold as they finally settled on your hips. The chatter down the hall, the music drifting through the house, it all faded away. Tongues tangled, bodies pressing up against one another. Nothing but the present moment filled your senses; a moment years in the making. It was always supposed to be Bucky, at least for the first time.

Bucky sure knew how to kiss a girl speechless. When his hands drifted around and a little lower, you were too caught up to protest, not that you really would anyways. Swiftly he tugged you even closer, hands possessively on your ass, his hardened length pressed against your torso.

The sudden shock of it all made you gasp against his lips. This was wrong, and deep down you knew that. But you’d never been embraced like this, never felt wanted in this way, and surely letting him have his way with you would give you both something to remember once he was gone. This was all you’d ever have with Bucky, may as well make the most of it.

When his lips trailed down your throat, when his hands deftly unzipped your dress and when he undid your bra, you couldn’t utter a protest. As your dress pooled at your feet you felt embarrassed for a moment, wanting to cover up; that was until you saw the way Bucky looked at you. Longing paired with a pleased grin on his lips.

You wanted to make him feel good, if only once.

“You sure are gorgeous, doll,” he groaned, tracing his lips down your neck, dipping his tongue over your breast. “Sure wanna make you mine,” he whispered before latching onto your nipple.

“Please,” you whined, pleasure rushing to your core in an unfamiliar way simply by his touch. You weren’t really sure what you wanted, you only knew that you needed him to give it to you. Threading a hand through his hair, you held him close as he lavished your breasts with his warm lips.

With his eyes steadily fixated on yours he stood to his full height, unbuttoned his jacket and slowly sank to his knees.

“Do you mean it?” He gently kissed up your thighs.

You didn’t know what he was asking, but in that moment there was only one answer to any question. “Yes,” you whispered.

Bucky leaned toward your clothed core, hands wrapping around your thighs. “Say you want me to make you mine, doll.”

The smallest touch sent shivers down your spine, the way his large hands felt against your skin, the way his warm breath felt through your thin panties. You were his to do as he pleased.

“Make me yours, Buck–” you gasped as he tore through the fine material of your underwear. Heat immediately rushing to your cheeks. His tongue slipping between your wet folds. He thought he wanted one night without having to give or take any serious orders. Although this was one he was happy to oblige. He’d gladly make you his, entirely his.

“Oh, god,” you cried, arching against his mouth. Him and his soft, warm tongue were going to be the end of you.

His tongue gently stroked up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, before two fingers suddenly slid inside your tight hole. This was so foreign, and so wrong, yet you couldn’t find the words to make him stop; because they didn’t exist in your mind, and you didn’t want him to.

He fucked you with his fingers, building slow to start then alternating with his tongue. Your mind was in a haze, you couldn’t fathom how Bucky knew how to do this. But there he was, looking up at you, continuing his sweet torture with a possessed look in his eyes.

He wanted to watch you fall apart, he needed to be the first to see that. Your innocence was something he desperately wanted to sully and he’d thought about it more often than he’d care to admit. Getting the chance to ruin you. Some nights it was the only thing that gave him the determination to make it back home.

Your mouth fell open when he picked up his pace, moving more roughly, and you couldn’t stifle the cry that slipped past your lips.

“Might wanna keep it down, wouldn’t want word to get back to your boyfriend now do ya, doll?” he groaned against your pussy, returning to his task, lips latching onto your aching bud while his fingers pumped into you.

“He’s not my boyf–” you sharply inhaled as he harshly sucked your clit. Throwing your head back, you moaned as you felt your pulse throb through your body. Heat washed over you as Bucky worked you through your orgasm. The sight of you falling apart above him was an image he would never forget. He’d caused that, and he needed to see it again.

Before you could make a sound again he was up and his mouth was back on yours, swallowing your moans as he slowly finished you off with his fingers.

“You sure are a beautiful thing,” he rasped, grabbing the back of your neck as he kissed you ardently. Through hazy eyes you watched as he finally pulled his soaked fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Bucky,” you whimpered. “We should– it’s probably time that we head ba–”

“Can I make love to you, doll?” His mouth cut you off, a tender kiss that let you taste your arousal on his lips. Heady and intoxicating.

“Please?” he pleaded. “I might never get the chance, and well — you know how I feel about you.”

Through countless letters and years of memories, you truly knew exactly how he felt about you.

The least you could do was give your dear friend this final gift. He came back from the violent war once, and the odds of him finding that luck again would be even more slim. He deserved everything you had to offer.

“Okay,” you nodded your head. “Please be gentle.”

“Is that an order?” he teased, smiling softly. Grabbing your hand he led you to the small bed in the corner of the room. “I’ll take care of you, promise.” Bucky swiftly undressed leaving him in just his dog tags, his eyes glazed with lust as they took in your body. This was real, you were there, you were his.

Your eyes roamed over his broad chest, his chiseled abs, but then you stuttered a breath when you saw his hard thick cock. Oh god. It wouldn’t fit, there was no way.

Before you could protest, his hypnotic blue eyes locked with yours, and you were under his spell. Your eyes lingered on each other's as the air became electric. He could do whatever he wanted, you trusted him.

“Just relax,” he whispered. Laying you down, he softly peppered your neck with kisses as his fingers ran through your folds. You were plenty wet, but he didn’t want to hurt you. Mesmerized by the way you looked up at him so wide-eyed and beautiful, his eyes searched yours as he tried to ease his way into you, but he was met with resistance.

“Take a deep breath, doll.” Circling his hips he worked on loosening you up, while you focused on your breathing, and then he slowly slipped further into your tight pussy. A groan escaped his lips once he finally bottomed out inside of you. Fucking exquisite.

The intense pressure in your core was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, the feeling so different you didn’t know how to comprehend it. But there was no time to think, because suddenly Bucky was making love to you with gradual measured pumps. The sensation felt overwhelming yet more addicting with each passing moment. Your mouth fell open, and you opened your legs wider, experimentally trying to match his thrusts with your hips — that made it feel even better. He was so deep, so thick, you felt every inch of him as he moved in and out of you.

He treated you with reverence, but with each stroke you felt yourself grow needier. Burning desire like a fire slowly building up in your belly. “H-harder,” you breathed, slapping a hand over your mouth before another moan could escape.

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky mumbled, picking up his pace. That was another order he’d dutifully obey. He grabbed your knee and bent it up, hitting you hard in a spot that had you seeing stars.

“S’ good, Buck,” you blubbered. No wonder this was a sin, nothing moral or right could ever feel this good.

Bucky’s breath stuttered as he watched you; lust-blown pupils and messy lipstick, his pretty innocent girl utterly debauched all thanks to him. He captured the moment in his mind, burning it in his memory. Worshiping you, devouring you, ravaging the woman he dreamed so many nights about. He could never forget this.

Tender lovemaking quickly turned brutal as he rutted into you roughly over and over, his face buried in your neck to quiet his own moans.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you let him get lost in pleasure; he was loving it, and you were grateful you could give this to him. Warmth started to rise up your body again, the coil in your belly tightening with each sharp thrust.

“I wanna know what you feel like when you come around me, doll. I need it,” he groaned, pressing his lips to yours while his fingers swirled your needy bud. And like an order your body spasmed at his command. Bucky quickly placed a hand over your mouth to silence the sound you were on the cusp of letting out.

Even though you knew this was improper, morality didn’t deter the way you responded to his strong thrusts, shuddering hard as waves of pleasure washed over you.

“Bucky,” you mumbled, suddenly frantic with fear over what you’d done. He removed his hand and kissed you, silently reassuring you that this was good. He was right for you, just as you undoubtedly were right for him.

“Shh it’s okay, sugar. I’m here.” He muttered your name as he came, relishing in the way your wet walls rippled around him. Everything he could have ever wanted. In the house of the man you were planning to marry, he felt bliss, love, and euphoria as he poured himself inside of you.

Collapsing beside you, he calmed his breathing as you did the same. Both of you trying to process what this meant. You hoped this was enough for him, you gave him every bit of yourself, every last piece. Surely it had to be.

But in his mind this was only the beginning.

“I’m going to miss you, Bucky,” you laid your head on his chest, finally back down from your high.

He gently stroked your face with the back of his hand. “Oh don’t worry about that, you’ll be seeing a lot of me.”

You furrowed your brows and propped yourself up on your elbow to get a better look at him. “What do you mean?”

He placed his hand around the back of your neck. “You’re mine now, I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to tell your father that Gilmore's out, and I’m in.”

“Bucky, I can’t do that,” you shook your head with a soft smile. “That’s who my parents have chosen for me.” Sadly, it wasn’t up for debate.

“You’re going to tell them it's me, or I’m going to tell them what we did. All the things you let me do, how much you loved it,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Now you wouldn't want that, would you?”

No, he wouldn’t. If anyone knew about this your reputation would be ruined, your family would be destroyed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was not the man you always adored.

“You lied to me.” The ugly realization that your fate was unwittingly sealed fully dawned on you.

He didn’t bother trying to deny it. “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to take good care of you, I promise,” he smiled. “Get dressed, we have a tough conversation to attend to.”

“Bucky, I–”

“You trust me don’t you?” He tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his dark gaze.

Not anymore. Hesitantly, you nodded your head. There was nothing more you could do.

He gave you a saccharine smile. “You told me to make you mine, and that’s what I did. Now c’mon we have a beautiful future to begin, and maybe we can fit in a dance before I take you home; well what will be your home for a short while longer,” he chuckled.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wordlessly retrieved and redressed yourself in the wrinkled garments strewn across the room. Disgust overcame you, tarnishing the emotions behind what you thought would be a beautiful memory you’d always cherish.

Turns out your best friend wasn’t deploying and you belonged to him now. By some miracle, or more accurately some misfortune, he made it back home — and you were the reward for all his hard work. The violence and destruction he witnessed and took part in changed him, more than you could tell at first glance.

You thought offering him your innocence before redeployment would be a sweet consolation prize. Never did you imagine your new reality, becoming Sergeant Barnes’ most prized possession.

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breckstonevailskier · 6 months

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The parallels between Soldier Boy and Captain America go a lot deeper than I expected

Yeah, "Soldier Boyfriend" was introduced with an imitation of Cap's theme there. 😂😍

Makes sense considering Cate probably envisions Soldier Boy as being much like Captain America. When in reality, the real Soldier Boy was more like Gilmore Hodge.

#soldier boy #soldier boyfriend #jensen ackles #the boys #gen v #cate dunlap #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #captain america: the first avenger #chris evans #sebastian stan #maddie phillips

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sparklefics · 2 years

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Fire Escapades

Pairing: Teenagers AU! Bucky & F!Reader Set in the 40s

Prompt: Teenager!FReader getting shy about being naked in front of Teenager!Bucky for the first time.

A/N: So I didn’t really follow the prompt at all so this is basically a 40s! Teenager!Bucky & Reader. 🤷

I really liked this little thing, I feel like it has potential so I might write some more.

Warnings: none, just fluff

WC: 1,442

**Gif not mine

[Masterlist]

James Buchanan Barnes was trouble and you knew that from the second he laid his eyes on you, not because he was a bad boy–quite the opposite.

He was literally the guy next door. You met at school, but you'd seen him around the neighborhood before. One day after school was over he walked up to your locker and introduced himself, asked if he could walk you home. You were hesitant to agree but you made it clear to him that you'd be carrying your books, which he respected.

On the walk home he admitted that he was in fact your next door neighbor and he was just looking to make friends since he was new in town. "If you don't mind, I promised my ma, I'd pick up my sister Rebecca from school on the way back."

You said you didn't mind making a stop as long as you got back home in time to help your mom prepare dinner. His little sister was so cute, shared the same blue eyes as her brother and that easy charm, she quickly had you wrapped around her finger.

You and James became friends. You two would walk to school together, sometimes even share a milkshake at the diner down the block.

You'd come to trust him with everything, even your broken heart after Gilmore Hodge stomped on it and you went home in tears.

You sat on the fire escape bawling your eyes out over Hodge kissing Dot right in front of you. You thought you were being quiet when suddenly you heard the squeak of Bucky's window being opened. "Hey, doll. Thought I heard you out he– Oh. What's going on?"

You dried your tears as quickly as possible but he still caught sight of them and jumped over from his fire escape to yours.

"Nothin', just me being an idiot."

"Is it Hodge? Did he- he was inappropriate with you?"

You could tell Bucky was angry without even looking at him, if you looked at him you would break down and start crying all over again. "He's not worth it, Bucky." Was all you said but Bucky was seeing red by now.

"I'm gonna kick his ass."

"No, you are not!" Before Bucky could jump off the fire escape and go look for a fight you stopped him— he'd been itching for a fight ever since he started boxing.

You grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him down to sit with you. Bucky never let go of your hand as you told him what happened with Hodge. He told you it was Hodge's loss for not realizing what an incredible girl he just missed out on.

You two stayed out in the fire escape way past bedtime, when you bid him goodnight and went to open your window to crawl back into your room you were surprised to find it locked. You turned back to Bucky's fire escape but he was long gone. You stood there for at least five minutes mustering the courage to jump over to Bucky's and ask for help.

When you knocked on his window he turned around and to your surprise he was midway through changing into his pajamas. You'd never noticed before but he was quite muscular, your friend.

You remind yourself that Bucky Barnes is your friend after all.

"Doll, did you jump over?! Why'd you jump?"

"My window got stuck–and I–" You yelp as Bucky pulls you into his room. "Was going to ask for a blanket."

"A blanket? Doll, you're not sleeping outside, you'll get sick." He ushers you to sit on his small bed while he puts on a loose shirt. "Your mom's still working that overnight shift at the hospital downtown?"

You feel yourself overheating over the fact that you now know what your best friend looks like without a shirt– nice, he looks very much like a man. For some reason you cannot stop staring at his arms, which you never noticed before but now you want them wrapped around you.

Wait! He asked you something.

"Yes."

Bucky rummages through the trunk at the foot of his bed for his favorite navy blue sweater, and gently drapes it over your shoulders and grabs a blanket to set himself over on the floor by your side. You two continue your previous conversation–from the fire escape– whispering. Bucky complains that he can barely hear you so with your permission he moves over to join you on the bed. You lay under the covers while he was over them, to preserve some 'decency'.

Though, in all honesty, decency was out the window the second Bucky laid next to you as you two gravitated towards each other. You cuddled up with him as his arms gathered you into his chest, into safety. Bucky’s lips are practically glued to your forehead, it makes you all warm and gooey on the inside. He’s a charming and affectionate guy, he’ll often give you hugs and kiss your hand, but this feels different.

You try to push him off you but he tightens his hold on you. "I mean, what's your mom going to think of me? Think about it! It looks bad and you know it Buck. James!"

"Hmh."

"Your mom! She's gonna think we've been inappropriate!" You slap a hand to his chest, with his eyes closed he grabs it and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

"Hm-hm, no. Ma knows my intentions with you are serious, respectful."

"Intentions?"

"She knows I love you, besides I'm waiting for your dad to get back from the war so I can ask for his blessing to–"

You don’t let him finish his sentence. "James, you love me?"

Bucky slowly blinks until he's less drowsy, a slow shy smile creeping on his lips and if the room wasn't as dark as it is you would see him blush. "Of course I do." He says as if it were obvious!

Your heart beats so fast you're afraid it might combust. "You love? You love me. You love me…You never said anything, and Hodge–"

"I'm still gonna kick his ass for making you cry," Bucky interjects. “but I never said anything ‘cause Ma said that I should give you space, let you make your own decisions. If we’re meant to be, it'll work out.”

"Your mom is a really smart woman.” You smile at him. For the sake of honesty you decide to tell Bucky the truth about what really happened with Hodge. “He was mad at me because I wouldn't kiss him. So he made it a point to humiliate and ridicule me. He even called me a prude. Jokes on him though, I mean, I am in bed with a guy who’s not even my boyfriend yet." You chuckled then sobered up, "I didn't kiss him because I didn't want to. Because I would prefer to kiss you."

"That can be arranged."

You halt him with a hand to his chest, "What ever happened to 'my intentions with you are serious'?"

"I seriously want to kiss you, Doll." Bucky admits.

You, in the blink of an eye, press your lips to his just for a second and immediately start giggling uncontrollably and hide under the blanket.

Bucky yanks the blanket from you and takes a hold of your face, as if you were the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. He holds you so tenderly, in the darkness you manage to make out his eyes and his smile. “Can we do this the right way? Can I take you out on a date and kiss you?”

You want to tease him so badly but you stop yourself from doing it because of that sincere and determined look in his eyes. You find yourself nodding. “Yes.”

Bucky leans over and intwines your hands, bracing them by the side of your head. He gently presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. When he pulls away he rests his forehead on yours, “I promise you, Doll, I will never hurt you.”

You let go of his hands and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “Oh Bucky.”

“God, you’re beautiful! I should tell you that more often.”

You two spend the rest of the night hugging and kissing each other.

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When morning comes Bucky is halfway on top of you, face nestled against your neck while you run your fingers through his gorgeous brown hair.

A banging on Bucky’s door breaks your bubble.

“James Buchanan Barnes, get out here right this second!!”

“Oh no. She Buchanan-ed me, she knows you’re here.” Bucky groans.

#40s bucky #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes #friends to lovers #fluffy #teenage!Bucky

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theawkwardterrier · 9 months

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Broadway AU

Steggy Week 2k23, day 2 Prompt: WIPs and updates

Summary: Having known each other as teenagers, Steve and Peggy are suddenly reunited with the spotlight on them the whole time.

I've posted part of this before, but here's everything I have from this WIP (or semi WIP, since I'm not actively working on it) so far 🤷‍♀️

Thanks to @steggyfanevents for organizing!

Although she didn’t believe in curses, Peggy considered making an amendment to the policy.

Heathrow had been a zoo, and they’d taken off late. She knew that she needed to try for a nap during the flight, but every time she managed to drop off, she would be either shaken awake by turbulence, or bumped by someone walking the aisles with a child or on their way to the restroom. At JFK there was an entirely new set of issues: waiting for a runway and a gate took ages, the agent took so long clearing her at passport control that she wondered if she might have missed the luggage only to find that it had been delayed in arriving at baggage claim and then everyone had to wait an additional ten minutes anyway.

All of this added up to the gradual elimination of the cushion she’d planned for popping over to her new place for a shower and change of clothes. She had a toothbrush, a comb, and some makeup in her carry-on, and took a few moments in the taxi to fix herself up, but she wasn’t a miracle worker and the grimy annoyance of travel couldn’t be completely erased.

As she climbed the stairs up to the rehearsal space (they wouldn’t be in the theater for a while yet) her spine seemed to be straightening itself, steely armor. She knew that there was a group of people, however small, muttering that she’d only come to New York because she didn’t have it in her to play anyone but Edwina. They’d meant it as a bad thing, that she didn’t have the talent for anything else, had simply lucked into the one role she could pull off, and was now too scared to reveal her own inadequacy. For all she knows, the rest of the cast could be whispering such things right now.

She knows her own talent and doesn’t need the hardware to prove it, although she does have that too, lined up on a bookshelf in the London flat which Michael is taking over between tours. But right now, the critics aren’t exactly wrong either. She doesn’t want to slip into anyone’s skin but Edwina’s, not until she has to. And today she has an opportunity to come back to it, and she opens the door ready and eager.

Everything is in disarray inside, people striding around and looking harried in a way they shouldn’t until tech rehearsal at least. Peggy recognizes the director, a man named Phillips who looks as if he’d be more suited to coaching a sports team (or perhaps not even that, just a spectator chewing them out from the stands) but is actually something of a legend. His jaw is clenched so tightly as he shouts at someone that Peggy isn’t entirely certain how the words are getting out.

“What exactly is happening?” she asks a woman around her own age who is hanging back and watching the scene avidly.

“Well, we’re all waiting for the new lead actress to get here - they’re bringing her in from England, and she’s supposed to be the best - and Mr. Erskine - the playwright, Mr. Erskine? - he arrived and found out that Mr. Phillips cast Gilmore Hodge as Kirby even though he - Mr. Erskine, that is - said that he liked someone else during auditions and told Mr. Phillips to cast him. And there was a big argument, because Mr. Phillips is the director, but in the end Mr. Erskine won, and he went to try to get back whoever it was that he liked. So now we’re waiting for both of our leads, and Mr. Erskine too.” She looks away from the action in front of her and finally takes Peggy in. “Well, one of our leads and Mr. Erskine, I guess.”

Peggy grins, somewhat charmed despite herself by the rapid-fire recap. “Peggy Carter. I’ll be playing Edwina. Lovely to meet you.” She extends a hand.

“Angie Martinelli, Delilah. It’s great to have you here.” They shake. Edwina and Delilah don’t have any scenes together, but Delilah’s a strong supporting role and Peggy is glad that it went to someone she instinctively likes.

“Any idea when we’ll be getting started?” Peggy asks. She certainly could go up and introduce herself to the director and ask him, but there’s no reason to place herself into the line of fire quite yet.

Angie shrugs. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see. I don’t know where Mr. Erskine was planning on finding this first choice actor of his, or if he’d even be available. What if he booked something else after Phillips rejected him?”

“And no one has any idea who he is?”

“Some people are speculating it’s Jack Thompson,” Angie offers. Peggy hopes to hell not - she knows he’s gotten quite a lot of notice, and she’s only ever seen filmed performances of his but she’s always hated the smug, smirking way he’d seemed to approach every role. She doesn’t want to imagine Kirby in his hands - and has to assume that her evaluation of Erskine is such that he would feel the same.

Then Angie turns as the door opens again. “I guess we’ll see,” she says, seeming just short of clasping her hands together in anticipation.

Erskine walks in first and Peggy smiles at the familiar sight, his unhurried, knowing carriage. But then he beckons a second figure into the room, and Peggy has to catch her smile and paste it tightly on.

Because following Erskine in, apparently here to play the male lead opposite her, is Steve Rogers.

They had both been unlikely candidates for the Yale summer drama program. Neither would be attending Yale in the fall: she was slated for the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, he for a year’s deferment to work and then, as long as his financial aid package came through again, to Tisch. Her parents had only agreed to allow her to travel to the States after heavy argument on her part. His mother would have gladly let him go, but only a last minute freeing up of scholarship funding had allowed him to attend.

But there they had both been, two talented kids in a sea of talent. They had been paired up for a simple mirror exercise on the first day, then for a two person scene on the second. Later, he would tell her that if he hadn’t known that she would be a success just from her confidence, he would have seen it in the way she took a single line and ran through a half-dozen interpretations, each of them excellent, before saying one over again, nodding to herself, and proceeding. She would tell him that she had thought him adorably committed from the start, but it wasn’t until he had begun to cry during a scene and she had reached out automatically to comfort him that she realized how good he actually was.

Their group ended up doing Anne of Green Gables as their final showcase. She was Anne, he was Gilbert. They would stay late running lines together, taking turns going to fetch hot drinks or vending machine snacks. Soon it turned into sitting out in the warm darkness, telling each other things they had rarely said to anyone before: not only about their families and school and the things they loved, but about the foolishness, the hubris, of trying to make a career of acting, and the conviction that they would do it anyway. He would ask for rehearsal breaks when he saw the line forming between her eyes that meant that her heavy red wig was giving her a headache she was too stubbornly professional to mention. The day she accidentally hit Steve with one of the real prop slates instead of the pre-broken one, she told the director that Matthew and Marilla could rehearse their scene instead and took Steve for ice and an apology milkshake.

They kissed after the evening performance, the night before they were each scheduled to go home. He wasn’t Peggy’s first kiss, but as she pressed herself against him, close and solid and eager, she found herself realizing that she hadn’t really been kissed at all before now, not like this.

At first, they would email every few days, but soon it began to feel painfully unfair to tell Steve about her classes, her professors and the parts she was being allowed to take on, when he wasn’t getting to do any of that. There was a tone from his progressively shorter messages, as if he knew it too, as if he wanted to cling to something that did him no good.

And so she had pulled back, even as it hurt, even as she came home at the end of a long day and wanted to hear his voice or at least find his words on her computer screen, sharing one of his firm opinions or telling her about his day, urging her on the way she believed best from him. They had wished each other a happy new year perhaps six years previous and that had been the last time she had spoken with Steve Rogers.

Until, apparently, today.

When they are finally ready to begin, a scowling Phillips, who has clearly lost the argument he had in undertones with Erskine, orders them to the circle of chairs in the center of the room and tells them to introduce themselves. No overly adorable icebreakers here, listing favorite productions or describing yourself with an adjective beginning with your first initial, only names and roles and, for the brave, brief good wishes for the production.

“Peggy Carter, Edwina. I’m excited to be here,” Peggy says when they come to her, pulling calm over herself. Steve is seated half the circle away.

But it is his turn soon. “Steve Rogers. Um, Lee Kirby, I guess.” He glances at Erskine and then, just before the person beside him begins, he adds, “I appreciate getting a chance at this.”

They skip any improv games - perhaps Phillips goes in for them other times, but certainly not today, with time and temper already short - and move right to the table read. She watches Steve from the corner of her eye, hair drifting forward as she bends over her script, a fresh copy she has already highlighted and vaguely annotated. (She can climb into Edwina’s skin at will, but it’s strategic not to appear too arrogant and would be foolhardy to ignore the shifts and possibilities of a new production.) Erskine places a script in Steve’s hands, patting his shoulder before taking his seat beside Phillips. Steve flips the book open, paging through with just-solid fingers.

He is, she can see, looking at her over the top, more obviously than she is doing to him.

She’d been barely out of school when she auditioned for Abe Erskine. She knew his name, of course, had even played Miss Susan in a student production of A Lonely Prospect, one of his early works.

His new play, Midnight Hour, was the first he had written in fifteen years and the theater scene was buzzing with the prospect of it, batting around words like “awards material” and “instant classic” as they phoned their agents.

The story took place during the Cold War, and it started out as a simple spy story: a young man, Tom Wright, was using the cover of a trip to Stockholm with his sister and best friend to keep tabs on a suspected agent in the city. The sister, Edwina, and the best friend, Lee Kirby, were lightly characterized during the first several scenes, seeming simple and oblivious, uninterested in politics and unknowing of the sort of vital mission which was taking place beneath their noses.

But then, partway through Act 1, Tom was killed, and it was Edwina and Lee who drew into sharp focus as they worked to discover his killer and complete his mission.

Peggy had come in on the last day of auditions. She’d had the scene for a week by that point, and the dialogue flowed smoothly. There was a line she had never quite gotten the right tone on when she was working it through on her own, but in the audition she had the exact iciness she wanted with just the faintest hint of a question mark at the end: a girl who was very good at dress-up but still a girl beneath it.

Three days later, she got the call that the part was hers and she knew, even before her agent gleefully crowed the words, that this was going to change everything for her.

She had forgotten how good Steve is. He knows the script but clearly not very well, stumbling over words, and still there’s already a sense of character there, even as they just run lines in this empty space.

And she knows, just as everyone does, that there’s an obvious reason Phillips wanted shark-faced, good-looking Jack Thompson instead. James Falsworth, who had originated the role opposite Peggy in London, had been handsome though not particularly imposing, and that had been the trick of it, watching him transform, his face hardening, a toughness brewing as the story went on. But Steve is more than not imposing: he’s slim in the shoulders, delicately-featured, small. It’s perhaps hard to picture him having the power necessary to punch into Kirby’s monologue toward the end of the first act, hard to imagine watching him move believably through both cool confidence and flickering self-doubt, hard to anticipate his face twisting into the anger necessary to support the character into life.

But Erskine must have seen what Peggy was once able to: that Steve has talent enough to do it, that when you walk away from seeing his Kirby you haven’t forgotten your initial doubts, you remember them strongly enough to realize how he’s surpassed them.

It’s so perfect for Kirby’s character that it makes Peggy’s head spin a bit.

#steggyweek23 #Steggy #Steggy fic #Peggy Carter #Steve Rogers #will any more of this ever get written who knows???

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queen-of-the-avengers · 4 months

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CATFA: Part Five

Pairing: Ikaris x Female!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

The promise you made to Bucky will stand firm because you're not going to let anything happen to Steve. He's eager to get started, even after seeing his other recruits in boot camp. You're off to the side since you've already done this and are allowed to observe. A very slim young woman approaches the recruits with a serious look on her face.

"Recruits, attention! Gentlemen, I'm Agent Peggy Carter. I supervise all operations for this division."

"What's with the accent, Queen Victoria? Thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army," one of the recruits asks with a smirk.

"What's your name, soldier?"

"Gilmore Hodge, your Majesty."

"Step forward, Hodge," she orders, and he does as he's told. "Put your right foot forward."

"Mmm, we gonna wrassle? Because I got a few moves I know you'll like," he winks.

Peggy pulls her fist back and punches him square in the jaw. He falls to the ground in shock as blood squirts out of his nose. The Colonel picks the right time to come in on a jeep.

"Agent Carter."

"Colonel Phillips."

"I see you're breaking in the candidates. That's good!" he turns to the fallen soldier. "Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line at attention until somebody tells you what to do."

"Yes, sir," Hodge sniffles as he tries to keep the blood inside his nose.

"General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons," the Colonel begins, "but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best men and because they're gonna get better. Much better. The Strategic Scientific Reserve is an Allied effort made up of the best minds in the free world. Our goal is to create the best army in history. But every army starts with one man. At the end of this week, we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of super-soldiers, and they will personally escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of Hell."

Steve has always had trouble trying to fit in wherever he went. This training camp was no different. The other recruits saw his size and immediately thought he couldn't do it. They made his life hell here, but Steve was a fighter. He never gave up even when things looked a little bleak.

When you were a recruit, you had gone through the same hell as them, only more difficult. Your recruitment officer wanted to make it as tough as possible to prove a woman couldn't do it. When you passed with flying colors, he knew you weren't an ordinary woman.

The recruits are doing their run around the camp, but you're hanging out with Dr. Erskine and Peggy in a jeep waiting for them to get to the halfway point.

"Y/N, I'd like to talk about your academy results if you don't mind," the doctor asks.

"What about them?"

Dr. Erskine and Peggy look at one another as if they know something you don't. He tries to get the words out of his mouth, but Peggy takes over.

"How you passed with such perfect scores."

"Hard work, I guess."

"Yes, that's what I thought until I looked at the footage." Dr. Erskine takes out photos that were developed from the footage since he can't show you personally. The first photo is of you alone in the camp when you thought no one was around to see you. The next photo is of you hunched over as you're in the middle of transforming into an animal. The third photo is of you as the animal. The fourth photo is you running away from the spot into the woods behind the camp. "Care to explain?"

"No," you shake your head.

"Not even the best candidates of your group got perfect scores, yet, you did. Now, unless you'd like me to show this to authorities, I suggest you start explaining."

Well, there is no use in lying to them now, so you come clean.

"I'm not human. I'm from a planet called Xenia, and I came to Earth nearly a thousand years ago. Believe me or not, I'm not the bad guy here. I'm a shapeshifting avatar that can control the elements. I can turn into anything and anyone as long as it's living."

To demonstrate, you use your aerokinesis and cause the wind to pick up. There are no clouds in the sky, but you solidify the water molecules in the air, causing them to sprinkle down onto the three of you. Peggy looks up in shock when she doesn't see any clouds above her.

"I once belonged to a government that only wanted to inflict pain. They were bullies. I put a stop to it, and I've been bouncing from planet to planet trying to help them. All I want here is to help," you say and cease all activity. Peggy and Dr. Erksine aren't nearly as shocked as you thought they were going to be. "You two don't seem that shocked."

"We're looking for someone to be experimented on with a serum we've created. It will enhance their speed, strength, and stamina. We like to say we're building a super soldier to help us win the war," Dr. Erskine reveals.

"We'd like your input."

"Sure." The unmistakable sound of feet stomping on the ground can be heard from where you are. The recruits are coming this way. "I guess it goes without saying that I'd like for my secret to remain a secret."

"We'll keep yours if you'll keep ours."

"Deal."

You look back and see everyone running in two lines, but Steve is all the way in the back and falling behind. Seeing him so battered and bruised makes you think about the promise you made to Bucky. Then, you think about Bucky and how you miss him so much. He's in England right now fighting for his life without you by his side. Maybe this weekend, when you have off, you'll fly over there and see how he's doing.

"That flag means we're at the halfway point!" the instructor points to a flagpole ten feet off to the side. "The first man to bring it to me rides back with Agent Carter! Move!"

All ten recruits rush to the flagpole and try to get to the flag, but they're all failing. Some try to climb it but only get a few feet off the ground. They try to help each other up, but none can pass the halfway point up the pole.

"Nobody's got that flag in seventeen years! Now fall back in line! Come on, fall in!" All the recruits fall back in line, but Steve hasn't gotten his turn to try. "Rogers, I said fall in!"

Steve looks at the flagpole and notices the base of it. There is a latch that can be undone. He pulls it free from the base, allowing the flagpole to fall to the ground in a defining thump. Everyone is shocked into silence when Steve grabs the flag. You and Peggy look at the instructor with smirks on your faces; you're kind of proud of Steve for using his brain. He hands the flag to the instructor and gets into the backseat of the jeep.

Once everyone gets back to the main area for training, it's time for more exercises. All the recruits need to do push-ups over and over again, and everyone does them well except for Steve. He's trying his best, but he can't seem to keep up with everyone else.

"Faster, ladies! Come on. My grandmother has more life in her, God rest her soul. Move it!" Peggy barks orders at the recruits.

You're off to the side watching them when you notice Dr. Erskine and the Colonel talking by one of the keeps. The Colonel takes a grenade from the back, takes out the safety pin, and throws it into the pit of recruits.

"Grenade!"

If you don't do something soon, then it's going to blow up. You stick your hand out and use your aerokinesis to manipulate the air around the grenade to throw it somewhere else. All the recruits hide behind objects that could protect themselves, but Steve jumps on top of the Grenade to take the fall for everyone else. You, Peggy, the doctor, and the Colonel stare at him in wonder as the recruits look at him like he's crazy.

"Is this a test?" Steve asks when the grenade doesn't blow up.

He's proving to be the one they need for the serum, even if the Colonel doesn't think so. He's passed every test and done everything they've asked for regardless if it's harder for the other recruits to do it.

When it was clear who they were going to pick for the serum, Dr. Erskine came clean to Steve about what was really going on. Steve was apprehensive, but he was ready to take that final step. That final step leads you back to Brooklyn. You're in the car with Peggy and Steve and you can already feel some sort of tension. It's nothing bad, but it's definitely something.

"I know this neighborhood," Steve recognizes the area. "I got beat up in that alley, that parking lot, and behind that diner."

"Did you have something against running away?"

"If you start running and they'll never let you stop. So, you stand up and push back. Can't say no forever, right?"

"I know a little of what that's like. To have every door shut in your face."

"I guess I just don't know why you'd wanna join the army if you're a beautiful dame," Steve says. He realizes his choice of words and stutters out an apology. "Or a beautiful... a woman. An agent, not a dame! You are beautiful, but—"

"You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?" she interrupts him.

You snicker under your breath, and he lightly kicks your shin to get you to stop. It's his way of telling you to shut the fuck up.

"This is the longest conversation I've had with one. Women aren't exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on."

"You must have danced?"

"Asking a woman to dance always seems so terrifying. The past few years just didn't seem to matter that much. I'd figured I'd wait."

"For what?"

"The right partner." Peggy stares at him in admiration just as the car pulls up to an antique store. You're the first one out, then Peggy, and finally Steve. "What are we doing here?"

Peggy leads you two inside an antique store, and the owner comes out to greet Peggy.

"Wonderful weather this morning isn't it?"

"Yes, but I always carry an umbrella."

The owner gives her a nod, and Agent Carter leads you two to a bookcase in the back which opens up to reveal that they were, in fact, doors. She took the lead down to a hidden lab in a big circular room filled with machinery and a pod in the middle.

"Good morning," Dr. Erskine announces when he sees you. He shakes your and Steve's hands respectively. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," Steve acknowledges.

"Good. Take off your shirt, your tie, and your hat," he commands. As soon as he achieves that, he climbs into the pod that is ready whenever he is. "Comfortable?"

"It's a little big. You save me any of that schnapps?" he asks the doctor.

"Not as much as I should have. Sorry. Next time. Mr. Stark, how are your levels?"

Howard Stark comes onto the platform, and you stare at him in admiration. He made an impression when you saw him at the Exposition of Tomorrow. It's fitting that he's working on this project since he's brilliant.

"Levels at 100%. We may dim half the lights in Brooklyn, but we're ready as we'll ever be."

"Agent Carter? Don't you think you would be more comfortable in the booth?" the doctor inquires.

"Oh, yes, of course."

You turn to follow her, but Steve grabs your arm to prevent you from leaving.

"Stay, please."

"I'm right here," you whisper and stay by his side.

After a few moments of silence, the doctor picks up a microphone to talk to the people inside the booth as they watch from above.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, we take not another step towards annihilation, but the first step toward the path to peace. We begin with a series of micro-injections into the subject's major muscle groups. The serum infusion will cause immediate cellular change. Then, to stimulate growth, the subject will be saturated with Vita-Rays."

Wow, if only Markus was this thorough with you back then. Another doctor in the room stuck a needle in Steve's arm and quickly injects whatever is inside.

"That wasn't so bad," Steve comments.

"That was penicillin," the doctor informs him. "Serum infusion beginning in five, four, three, two, one."

The serum is injected into Steve's arm at the end of the countdown. The Doctor gives a thumbs-up to Howard, and the inventor pulls a lever that encloses Steve into the pod and stands him upright. Dr. Erskine walks to the tiny window and knocks on it.

"Steven, can you hear me?"

"It's probably too late to go to the bathroom, right?"

"We will proceed," the doctor nods.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Retribution MC AU Masterlist

A/N: Each storyline’s reader is different so the reader in The Rebound isn’t cheating on Bucky when they are the reader with Steve in First Lady. These stories run parallel and do cross over but they don’t both have to be read to make sense - so if you don’t like one of the characters you don’t have to read their storyline.

This is based in an outlaw club so there will be illegal activities, alcohol consumption, drugs, smoking, lots of sex and violence so please read the warnings and as always if you are under 18 years of age do not interact.

The numbers in the brackets are the reading order of the timeline.

The Rebound || Bucky’s storyline

After getting dumped you find yourself somewhere you never expected, with someone you never expected. Moving on suddenly opened doors you never knew existed and you find yourself caught up in the life of an outlaw motorcycle club - Retribution MC.

➴ Part One (1) ➴ ➴ Part Two (3)

First Lady || Steve’s storyline

As the President’s wife, or old lady, it’s your responsibility to take care of Steve and the club - the emotional anchor as such. Add trying for a baby to the mix and you have your hands full 24/7.

➴ Part One (2) ➴ ➴ Part Two (4)

Wingman || Sam’s storyline

You return home from the Air Force with more than just scars, something much harder to heal. But maybe you find someone who can ease the pain when Torres introduces you to his Sergeant at Arms, Sam.

➴ Part One (5)

Roll Call: Patched Members

Steve Rogers, President James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, Vice President Sam Wilson, Sergeant at Arms Joaquin 'Wacky' Torres, Intelligence Officer

Roll Call: Readers

Bucky's Doll - has a legit job, new to MC life, nicknamed Angel because of her innocence in the MC. Steve's Wife - club tattoo artist, grew up in an MC, nicknamed the First Lady until she gets pregnant then it is Mama/Mama Bear. Sam's Sugar - served with Joaquin in Air Force, call sign/nickname Blaze

Roll Call: Others

Gilmore ‘Hodge’ Hodge, Club Supporter/Club Tattooist Cherry, Sweetbutt DP, Sweetbutt Tony Stark, Illegal Arms Dealer Nick Fury, FBI Taskforce Leader Matt Murdock, Defence Lawyer

#biker au #biker!bucky #biker!steve rogers #biker!sam wilson #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes smut #Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers smut #Sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x poc!reader #sam wilson smut

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zep-writings · 6 months

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You Feel Like Home

CHAPTER FOUR, part one.

Warnings: Bad words, mention of war and military, fluff, a little heartbreak and Steve being sweet.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Ellie Barnes.

Notes: I do not own any of the characters present in this story, except for Ellie Barnes, an original character. This is pure fiction.

This has not been beta and English is not my first language so be nice haha.

Please give me some feedback, even just a small comment is really appreciated!

I've been working on this one for a while, so please let me know what you think!

You Feel Like Home Masterlist || Main Masterlist.

Chapter three

“Recruits, attention!” A woman’s voice raised a few meters away from Steve was standing in his army uniform.

Steve had arrived earlier that day at the training camp in Lehigh in New Jersey. He was filled with a mixed of emotions, fear, apprehension, but most of all excitement. Saying his goodbye to Ellie had been hard, really hard, but he was glad he was finally here, doing the training and starting to do his part for the war.

“Gentlemen, I’m Agent Carter. I supervise all operation for this division.” The woman added, walking toward the recruits standing in line.

Steve looked at her quickly, she was beautiful, wearing a khaki army uniform, her hair perfectly pulled away from her face and her lips painted in red.

“What’s with the accent, Queen Victoria?” One of the soldiers asked, a smirk of deviance on his face. “I thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army.”

“What’s your name, soldier?” Agent Carter asked him, turning to face him.

“Gilmore Hodge, Your Majesty.”

“Step forward, Hodge.” Carter ordered him.

Hodge stepped forward, looking back at the soldier standing next to him, rolling his eyes. Steve hated bullies, and that man was clearly one. A man too damn proud to take orders from a woman.

“Put your right foot forward.” Carter added, always keeping her cool.

Hodge once more did exactly what she asked and spoke. “We gonna wrassle? ‘Cause I got a few moves I know you’ll like.”

Hodge winked at Carter but before he could say anything else, she punched him straight in the face sending him to the ground and Steve couldn’t hold back the proud smile spreading on his lips. He liked her very much already.

“Agent Carter!” A man coming out of a jeep exclaimed loudly and agent Carter straightened up.

“Colonel Phillips.” Carter turned to face the colonel, saluting him.

“I can see that you are breaking in the candidates. That’s good!” The colonel spoke, walking toward her and the recruits. “Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line at attention till somebody comes and tells you what to do.”

“Yes, sir!” Hodge stood up, straight up.

“General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons, but they are won by men.” The colonel started, walking along the line of standing recruits and Steve didn’t let go of him of one second. “We are going to win this war because we have the best... men.” He hesitated, looking at Steve before he glanced at Doctor Erskine standing next to Agent Carter. “And because they’re gonna get better. Much better. The Strategic Scientific Reserve is an allied effort made up of the best minds in the free world. Our goal is to create the best army in history. But every army starts with one man. At the end of this week, we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of super-soldier. And they will escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of Hell.”

Super-soldiers, that was why he had been given a chance, why Doctor Erskine had offered him a pass. Steve knew it was his only chance to get what he wanted, and he certainly wasn’t going to waste it.

For the following week, Steve did his best. He trained as hard as he could, but most of all he stayed true to himself. If Steve wasn’t a big guy and really struggled with his training, on the intellectual and human level he was obviously one of the best. If Colonel Phillips still wasn’t agreeing with his presence here, Doctor Erskine was only comforted in the fact that he had made the right choice by giving Steve a chance.

On the final day of training, Steve was amongst the other recruits, struggling to go through God knows how many push ups. Every single part of his body was hurting, he was tired, exhausted, but there was no way in hell he was gonna give up now, not after everything he had to get exactly where he was.

“Up!” Agent Carter ordered.

Steve raised to his feet, trying to catch his breath but there was no time for it as they started to do jumping jacks. Steve felt like he was about to collapse to the floor, or be sick, and yet he pushed back, again, and again, and followed others recruits.

“Grenade!” Colonel Phillips yelled as a little metal grenade rolled down on the floor to the middle of the group.

“Move, move, move!” The recruits yelled, running away from it as Steve did the opposite.

Before he could even think about it, Steve ran toward the grenade and jumped on top of it. He rolled his body into a ball and yelled. “Get away! Get back!” Steve thought this was the end and a clear image of Ellie appeared in head. She was standing in front of him, looking at him through her gorgeous blue eyes with that warm smile he loved so much curled on her lips as she placed a piece of her hair behind her ear. But nothing happened and when he looked up, every pair of eyes around was one him.

“It was a dummy grenade. All clear. Back in formation.” Steve heard someone say and he suddenly felt a little stupid.

Steve looked up at Agent Carter, standing in front of him, a proud smile on her face. “Is this a test?” He asked even if he was pretty sure of the answer. A simple look at Doctor Erskine’s face, who smirked proudly, made him think he might have actually made the right choice by following his instinct.

“Alright ladies, everyone in line!” Agent Carter ordered.

Steve pushed himself up from the ground, still trying to catch his breath and process was had just happened. If this grenade had been real, his last thoughts went towards Ellie, the girl he had liked for months, years even, and who didn’t know about it. He joined all the other recruits stood in line and straightened himself up. He quickly glances at Doctor Erskine and Agent Carter exchanging a few words before the Agent nodded.

“The decision has been made.” Agent Carter announced, walking toward the group. “All of you may pack your bags you will be reassigned to your new unites and will continue training. Except for you Rogers.” She added, stopping in front of the blond man who felt his heart banging in his chest. “Congratulation, Soldier.” She offered him a soft smile before he walked away.

He had been chosen. Steve couldn’t quite believe what he just happened, but it was happening and he exchanged a simple glance with the Erskine. He was going to become a super-soldier.

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Steve didn’t sleep much that night, he was too nervous for it. The previous night he had a talk with Doctor Erskine and his words kept on turning into his head: “The serum amplifies everything that is inside. So, good becomes great. Bad becomes worse. This is why you were chosen. Because a strong man, who has known power all his life, will lose respect for that power. But a weak man knows the value of strength and knows compassion.” He had been chosen because he was a good man, not a perfect soldier and Erskine had made him promise to stay that way, to stay true to himself.

Sat in the car that drove the streets of New York, Steve grew even more nervous. He knew this could fail, but he was hopeful, he always was hopeful that what life had taught him.

“I know this neighborhood. I got beat up in that alley.” Steve pointed out, showing a small alley while they passed by. “And that parking lot. And behind that diner.” He added, looking down at his hands.

“Did you have something against running away?” Agent Carter wondered a fond smile on her face.

Steve shook his head and looked up to glance at her. “You start running, they’ll never let you stop. You stand up, you push back. They can’t say no forever, right?”

“I know a little of what that’s like, to have every door shut in your face.” Carter agreed softly with him.

“I guess I just don’t know why you’d want to join the Army if you were a beautiful dame.” Steve started before he realized what he had just said. “Or a… A woman. An agent. Not a dame.” He was only making things worse as Peggy frowned at him. “You are beautiful, but...”

“You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?” The agent shook her head, the smile spreading a little more on her lips.

“I think this is the longest conversation I’ve had with one. Except for my best friend’s sister, but I’ve known her since we were kids.” Steve admitted with an awkward chuckle. “Women aren’t exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on.”

“You must have danced.”

“Well, asking a woman to dance always seemed so terrifying. And the past few years, it just…” Steve shrugged, his mind running to Ellie. “Didn’t seem to matter that much. I figure I’d wait.”

“For what?” Peggy asked softly.

“The right partner.” Steve confessed and for a moment silence fell over in the car. “Can we make a quick stop?” He inquired, recognizing they weren’t far from the Barnes’s apartment.

Agent Carter looked at her watch and nodded. “Sure, we have some time.”

Steve smiled at her and gave the driver the direction to Ellie’s apartment. He needed to see her before the procedure, he needed to talk to her, to explain what was going to happen to him and in case something happened to him… Well he needed her to know, that’s all. On top of this, Steve knew she was the only one that could calm his nerve right now, and truth be told, he missed her dearly in the last week.

When the car came to a stop in front of the familiar building, he recognized Ellie’s figure right away as she was talking to the owner of the small shop a few doors away. He glanced at Peggy who nodded.

“I’ll wait for you here, don’t take too long. We can’t be late.” Peggy told him, offering him a smile as she noticed his eyes sparkle in a way she had never seen before.

“Yes m’am.” Steve replied and he stepped out of the vehicle, looked right and left before he crossed the road to meet Ellie. “Hey Ellie.” He greeted her, the loving smile he had just for her already spread on his lips.

At the sound of such a familiar voice, Ellie turned around to see Steve, standing in front of her in his army uniform. “Stevie!” She squealed, pulling him into a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck, as he let out a chuckle. “What are you doing here? I thought you were at training camp.”

“I am, I mean was. It’s a long story, I’ll explain everything in a second.” Steve said looking at her. She was more beautiful than ever, wearing a dark blue pinafore style pants and a simple white blouse, her hair cascading down on her shoulders.

“Let’s get inside.” Ellie offered, taking his hand and pulling Steve with her.

Steve took a quick glance back at Peggy in the car across the street and Ellie noticed. She looked back and her heart tightened when she looked at the beautiful agent smiling back at Steve. Ellie swallowed hard and smiled to keep the appearances. Steve was gone for a few weeks and he already found a women… A few seconds later, she stepped into her apartment, Steve right behind her.

“Do you want some tea?” Ellie asked him, dropping the bag of grocery she had been holding on the kitchen counter.

“Actually, I don’t have a lot of time. I just wanted to see you before… Well, before everything.” Steve explained, leaning back onto the kitchen counter near Ellie.

“Before everything?” Ellie frowned in confusion.

“Yes. You know when I told you Doctor Erskine gave me a chance to join the army, I didn’t know it yet, but it was to join a special branch of it. The SSR, Strategic Scientific Reserve. At the end of the first week of training they wanted to choose someone for their project Rebirth.” Steve started to explain.

“Project Rebirth. You’ve lost me, Stevie.” Ellie shook her head, all her attention now turned to her friend.

“It’s a super-soldier program. Whoever they chose would go under a procedure to become one.”

“Super-soldier? Really?” Ellie chuckled, replacing a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Is that a joke?”

“No. I’m serious, Ellie. Doctor Erskine has developed a serum that would enhance everything in my body. Look I don’t know how it works exactly, but it’s real and I’ve been chosen for the procedure.”

“So, you’re telling me that you… You’re about to become a super-soldier?”

“Yes.” Steve smiled proudly but he saw Ellie’s doubt. “If it works this could be something… Wonderful. This could change everything Liz.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of…” Ellie whispered to herself before she sighed softly. “Are you sure about this Steve?”

“I’m nervous as hell but I’m sure. This is my chance to make a difference. If it works, it probably means no more health issues Liz.”

For a moment, there was a silence between Steve and Ellie. Steve was nervous, yes, but he was excited of what it could mean for him, for his life. Ellie on her end wasn’t so sure how she felt about it. She was scared that Steve hopes were too high, and he would end up disappointed, or that he would end up hurt somehow. She didn’t trust the process, or this doctor, or the army for that matter. They had already taken her brother away from her.

“I thought you’d be happier.” Steve whispered and it was he’s turn to sigh, crossing his arm in front of his chest.

“I am. Steve, I am. I’m glad they chose you because they clearly made the right choice, I’m just…” Ellie started but at the look Steve gave her she decided not to tell him how scared she really was. “I’m happy for you, Stevie. You’ll be a great super-soldier, I’m sure of that.” She smiled softly and Steve face split into a grin.

“Thanks. I’m nervous.”

“It’s understandable.” Ellie reached out to him and straightened his tie, glancing quickly at his lips. “I told you you’d look good in the uniform.” She added to try to clear the air a little more.

Steve chuckled and felt his cheek turn red before he glanced at the clock on the wall. “I have to go. I’m gonna be late.”

Ellie nodded. “I’ll come down with you.”

Steve and Ellie made their way back to the street which was a little emptier than it had been before and Ellie’s eyes fell on the car waiting for him, or more precisely on the person inside.

“She’s pretty.” Ellie said, nodding the Agent Carter, her body tensing up a little.

Steve turned around to glance at Peggy and he frowned. “Yeah. Huh… I guess, she’s a beautiful dame.”

“I’m happy for you Stevie.” Ellie said, a forced smile he knew all too well curling on her lips.

Steve frowned a little more, confused by the young Barnes reaction and he opened his mouth to say something but before he could say anything Peggy’s voice raised next to him. “Steve, we have to go or we’re gonna be late.”

“Yes m’am.” Steve answered and he was about to walk away when a thought came through his head. He turned back to Ellie and spoke. “Come with us.”

“What?” Ellie opened her eyes in surprise.

“Steve, she can’t come with us.” Peggy stated firmly but gently. “This project is top secret.”

“Well, she kind of knows everything about it.” Steve pointed out, letting out a chuckle. “Sorry Agent Carter.”

Peggy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Fine, but you get in trouble because of this, it’s not my problem.” She added before she smiled softly at Ellie. “I’m Agent Carter by the way. But you can call me Peggy. I have a feeling we might see a lot of each other in the future.”

“Elizabeth Barnes, but everyone calls me Ellie.” Ellie offered in return, shaking the hand Peggy was offering her.

“Now, let’s go.” Peggy ordered turning to Steve and she walked back to the car.

“Are you sure you want me to come?” Ellie asked Steve.

“Absolutely. And you know, you could always disguise yourself as a nurse if you need.” Steve chuckled and Ellie rolled her eyes.

“I am a nurse. Well, soon to be anyway.”

“I know.” Steve smiled proudly, offering his arm out to her and Ellie slipped her hand under it, following him across the street.

Steve opened the door for her, and she slipped into the passenger seat before he joined her. Peggy had taken a seat in the front, next to the driver. As soon as everyone was settled in, the car started to drive away.

“Looks like you might go dancing sooner than you excepted private Rogers.” Peggy observed, giving him a glance in the small mirror.

Steve wasn’t sure what she meant by it, or maybe he just didn’t want to believe it. Ellie frowned slightly, not entirely sure she understood what was happening, but she stayed silent, her eyes flickering to the window, as they passed all those streets that were so familiar to her and Steve. She looked back at him and suddenly noticed he was nervously twisting his military hat in his hands. She smiled to herself and slowly wrapped her hand around one of his.

“It’s gonna be okay, Stevie.” Ellie whispered quietly just for him to hear.

“I know.” Steve looked up, his gaze meeting hers. “Thanks for coming. It’s always easier when you’re here.” He admitted, squeezing her hand.

“You know, I’ll always be. Even when you won’t need me because you’re a super-soldier.” Ellie smirked in a teasing voice and Steve let out a chuckle.

“I’ll always need you. Even if I’m super-soldier.”

Ellie was about to say something else when the car came to a full stop. They were in front of an antiques shop, which was odd, and they both exchanges a glance, not sure why they had stopped here. But after all, a secret project couldn’t be held into somewhere obvious right?

****

Chapter four, part two

#marvel fanfiction #mcufanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x original female character #chris evans fanfiction #steve rogers #steve rogers x ofc #bucky barnes #chris evans fanfic #ellie barnes #Steve Rogers x Ellie Barnes #steve rogers fanfic

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captainjimothycarter · 1 year

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Scent Mates

Chapter One: Natural Attraction

It should be impossible to catch her scent on the wind with their military-issued strength of suppressants but Steve is able to. And Agent Carter smells practically divine.

He does all he can to ignore it, but a man is only so strong before everything comes to a head before Project Rebirth procedure tomorrow.

Peggy only wants answers, too, as to why she can smell Private Rogers when it should be near impossible and how long can she ignore the fact that she can smell him.

Or everything that falls into place after.

Bingos: Gently Touching Your Face - @allcapsbingo What If AU - @avengersbingo Trope: Magical Healing Cock - @mcukinkbingo First Time - @thebo3bingo AU: Soulmates - @peggycarterbingo Intense Attraction - @marvelrarepairbingo Mutual Pining - @yearoftheotpevent Characters: Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Tags: ABO, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Peggy Carter, What If AU

It's more than just her words, her accent, and her demeanor that captivates him. It’s the way her shoulders are drawn back, preparing for a fight. It’s the way that her beauty leaves it hard for him to look away despite the sun is in his eyes.

It’s a scent that feels like home hitting him like a ton of bricks. He must remind himself to breathe and by doing so, he can taste her. His knees weaken and he prays as she’s yelling at Hodge, she doesn’t notice he has inched just a half step closer. She hasn’t noticed his flushed face or the way his eyes are drawn only to her, damn the scene going on in front of him.

As Gilmore Hodge was dropped like a bag of rocks, serving the knothead right, Steve is graced with another whiff of Agent Carter’s scent. It causes his skin to prickle, and his nose to flare to try to drink in as much of her scent as possible. It makes him want to abandon it all to bury himself into her neck and never pulls away, ranks be damned.

She smells of home. She smells sweet, like cherries on a ripened spring morning. It reminds him of spending spring mornings in the countryside, breathing in as much of the sweet-laced air as his lungs could manage. There’s something just there too, something that is almost sour, like whiskey.

Without knowing her, he can tell it’s something very Peggy about her.

Steve blinks as if he’s been in a cloudy, hazy state, instantly stepping back into line and praying no one noticed. He tries to look down and tries not to even glance at Agent Carter, but he can’t help himself as he stumbles slightly.

She catches his gaze and his heart drops to the pit of his stomach. She knows.

He internally panics, barely listening to Colonel Phillips. They were on suppressants, strong military-issued suppressants. They should prevent any of their scents from secreting and yet…yet he’s able to scent her and going by the look of the other Privates, none of them were able to scent her.

Just him. What made him so special?

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#Steggy #StevePeggy #Steve x Peggy #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #Bingos all the fucking bingos #Another WIP I don't need

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greenjacketwhitehatdocmui · 2 years

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Steve Rogers Rant

This is going to be a rant and there will be spoilers for the post-credits scene of “She Hulk: Attorney at Law.” You have been warned.

So, it’s been revealed by Bruce that Steve Rogers lost his virginity in 1943 on a USO tour. This was after Jen bemoaned that “America’s Ass” should not have died a virgin.

(Of course, Bruce wasn’t going to dispute Steve’s status as being dead. The man served, let him rest. Let people look at the legend. If only they would leave the legend’s reputation alone.)

Now, there are those who have declared that this is canon with a snigger and an LOL. And it’s true that was from an official Marvel production, stated by no less than Kevin Feige himself. But to paraphrase Nick Fury, “I recognize that Marvel decided this was canon. But given that it’s a stupid decision, I’ve elected to ignore it.”

This tidbit shows a remarkable lack of understanding of who Steve Rogers is. It was done as a cute little “take that,” a joke, to satisfy peoples’ curiosity about a subject that isn’t relevant to the character. Because obviously, he can’t be human if he ignores his natural urges, surrounded by beautiful women, right? This makes him more relatable.

Wrong. Much like the saying, “this is why we can’t have nice things,” therefore we can’t have good heroes—at least, according to some people. The shining ideal is unattainable, therefore, adding a figurative smudge or two or a handful of mud makes the character more palatable and “relatable.”

(I’m reminded of a certain writer who shall remain nameless. They have publicly said that they love writing a certain, heroic character. However, whenever the story isn’t on that character, that writer goes out of their way to throw hints that perhaps the hero isn’t all that great.)

This little “revelation” doesn’t make sense in the context of what we’ve seen in the movies. He’s an honest, decent man with high morals instilled into him by his mother. Steve mentioned to Peggy in “The First Avenger” that he’s waiting for “the right partner.” This implies that he’s looking for a meaningful relationship. In fact, he doesn’t form many attachments, but they do tend to be deep ones. He’s humble and describes himself as “just a kid from Brooklyn.”

Sorry, but does this sound like a guy who’s just cruising for a fling while on the USO tour? I mean, if it were Joe Average who got the serum, maybe even Gilmore Hodges, that guy might be feelings his oats. He might feel entitled, that this kind of attention was what he deserved.

That’s not Steve Rogers. If you think that’s who he is, you don’t understand the character.

“But he’s only human! He has urges!” they exclaim. I don’t discount that. But Steve knows what it’s like to be weak and unwanted. He also has a functioning brain which, I’m given to understand, he puts to good use. He remembers how it felt when the girls saw the 5’4 asthmatic weakling and turned away. And now that he has some muscles, now they’re after him? No, they’re not looking at Steve Rogers. They see the muscles, the uniform and the title—and the chance to exclaim that they were his first. Those are shallow reasons, and for Steve, it might be something of a turn-off. If such an encounter did happen, he might even feel used.

Then there’s the matter of Peggy. Given her security clearance and skillset, do you think that she wouldn’t find out about such an indiscretion if it had happened? And if said indiscretion was during the USO tour before she met up with him again, do you think she would have been nearly as cordial? Wouldn’t this kind of slip-up prove to Peggy that Steve is just like any other man—and not in a good way? I doubt that she would have fallen for him after that.

From a more objective standpoint, the theory doesn’t hold water. The most reasonable explanation for this little bombshell is that it’s a lie. Steve is a good actor, but he’s a terrible liar. I imagine that after being razzed one too many times by Tony about the “90 year-old virgin,” Nat might have taken things into her own hands and concocted the whole story. She might have said that the “encounter” was Senator Brandt’s way of keeping Steve under his thumb. And, she might have gone on to vaguely say that “things went bad” after Steve found out. Of course, she saw no reason to inform anyone otherwise afterwards. Perhaps all Steve knew was that the subject was off the table, much to his relief.

Doesn’t that make more sense than the idea that Steve had a moment of moral weakness? Doesn’t that sound more like Steve Rogers instead of Joe Average?

--Doc

#she-hulk #Steve Rogers #captain america #peggy carter #rant

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no-not-without-you-blog · 2 years

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Whumptember 30th: He protects you

Summary: You need help, quick. Who better to help than Captain Rogers.

Prompt by @comfortcap Divider by @firefly-graphics

Steve was standing at the bar of a favorite local haunt. Bucky was in the bathroom and he had ordered two pints for the two of them. He looked towards the entrance and saw a gorgeous woman walk in. She looked around the bar and zeroed in on him. He swallowed harshly as she walked over to him with urgency. His only experience with women seeking him out had been when they were angry with him. And here you were, the most beautiful woman he had seen in a long time, walking towards him.

You stood right in front of him, looking around for someone else. “Hey, you don’t know me, but I need you to be cool with this okay?” You said under your breath as you looked up at the tall, rather intimidating man standing in front of you. He seemed slightly confused, but acknowledged your statement with a slight nod.

“Name?” You asked him, your questions becoming more and more urgent sounding.

“W-What?” He asked, confused.

“You got a name soldier? I need to know it.”

“S-Steve.”

You looked around and moved closer to him. “Steve, cute. I’m Y/N. Listen, Steve. I’m sorry about what all is about to happen. I’d like to make it up to you if I can. But right now, I need you to kiss me. Do you think you can handle that?”

He looked shocked once again but he chose to go along with whatever was happening. Obviously you needed some rescuing of some sort and he wasn’t one to turn down helping a dame out. But he didn’t really have much experience with women. Especially when it came to kissing. It’s not like women were lining up for the chance much before recently.

“Captain, I need your answer. Like right now.”

He simply nodded his head yes as he felt sweat start to form under his uniform. Just then, he heard the bell on the door chime and in walked fucking Private Gilmore Hodge. Steve felt the hold you had on his arm tighten and knew that this must be who you were trying to get away from. Like hell was he going to let Hodge anywhere near you. He may be nervous about this beautiful woman in front of him, but he didn’t like bullies and he wasn’t about to let you have to deal with this one.

He wrapped one hand around your waist and one to the back of your neck. Pulling you close to him, he looked you deep in the eyes while you tilted your head back to get a better look at him. It was only a momentary gaze, but it was enough to make the butterflies in your stomach erupt. His lips touched yours and any thought you had left your head as his lips moved over yours with a passion you hadn’t felt before. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down and closer to you, your lips parting just enough to caress and nibble softly on his bottom lip. After about a minute, you pulled away, trying to calm the breaths that now seemed to be much more shallow than before.

In your periphery, you could see Private Hodge standing in front of the two of you. Steve looked over at him and smiled, weaving his left hand behind your back and holding onto your waist.

“Hodge. Good to see you. How ya been?” You began to panic. He knew this man. Was he like him too? Pushy and rude, not taking no for an answer? Would this man know that you weren’t with Steve?

“Rogers, long time no see. What’s it been, almost two years? I almost didn’t recognize ya, you’ve certainly… filled out.” Hodge said all this with a slight smirk. God this guy is an asshole. You saw Steve’s jaw twitch at the jab at him, although why it was a jab was beyond you. Steve was tall, muscular, and honestly, a dream to look at.

“Didn’t know you knew Abby here.” Hodge said, obviously ticked that his “chance” with you was thwarted, not caring that he got your name wrong.

“Her name is Y/N, not Abby. And yeah, I know her. I know her pretty damn well, seeing as she’s my girl.” Steve said with such certainty that even you believed him for a second. Hodge seemed miffed and frustrated by this whole conversation.

“Well. Stevie. You certainly scored well above your station. Don’t know what someone like her would want with a guy like you.” Steve seemed to shrink slightly at his words. He obviously had some insecurities that Hodge was poking at.

“It’s Captain actually. Captain Rogers. And Steve’s more of a man than you will ever hope to be. Why don’t you go pester someone else and leave us to our evening.” Hodge looked taken aback by both your words and the realization that Steve ranked well above him now. Flustered and embarrassed, he turned to walk away.

“Whatever, bitch.” He mumbled, loud enough than most around you heard it. Your cheeks flamed red at the insult.

In what felt like an instant, Hodge was yanked backwards and thrown onto the ground. He looked up, shocked and confused at the sudden change in position. Standing over him was a dark haired, blue eyed man he had never seen before. He had his booted foot on Hodge’s chest, his heel digging into his collarbone.

“Now I know you didn’t just call my pals girl here a bitch, did ya? Because if you did, well… we would be having a bad time. You don’t wanna be having a bad time tonight do ya?”

Hodge tried to get up from underneath the man but every attempt to move out from under him was thwarted and the man pressed his heel further onto his collar bone, making him cry out in pain.

“Bucky, let him up.”

Hodge scrambled to his feet and stood defensively, unsure of what to say. At this point the whole bar was watching.

“How about we all just call it a misunderstanding? You apologize to Y/N, and then we all go our separate ways.” Steve said to Hodge.

Hodge barely made eye contact with you as he mumbled out an apology. You nodded softly and Bucky slapped Hodge’s back, reaching his hand over his shoulder to apply a little extra pressure to his collarbone once again. He winced slightly but didn’t say anything else, opting to leave the bar quickly.

As he left and the bar started to return to its previous volume levels, you turned back towards Steve, now suddenly embarrassed by the whole situation and unsure how to explain fully.

“I-I don’t know how to thank you. He had come into my work and tried talking me up. I told him I wasn’t interested but then as I was walking past the bar, I saw him standing on the corner and he recognized me again. I knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time so I came in, hoping to find someone who would help me. Thank you again. I hope I didn’t trouble you too much.” You looked up at him with worry in your eyes, as you bit your bottom lip slightly. Steve had never seen someone so beautiful, even when they were obviously worried.

“I-it’s no problem, ma’am. Hodge has a history of being a problem. I’m just glad that I was here to help.”

You smiled at his gentility and slight nervousness. It was rare to find a man who was as physically imposing and attractive as him who was as kind hearted and sweet as the man in front of you.

“I’m glad you were here too. And it’s Y/N, not ma’am. I think we are well past formalities after the last ten minutes.” You smiled at him and watched his cheeks flame red remembering the searing kiss you two shared just minutes ago.

“Well… I guess I should be getting home. It’s been a long day and I’m beat.” You gathered your purse and coat. “Thank you again for helping me.” You leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. His blush returning at the chaste but intimate action. “Goodbye, Steve.” You turned and smiled at Bucky, thanking him and wishing him a goodnight as well.

As you stood at the front door, buttoning up your jacket, you were unaware of the two soldiers looking your way.

“I don’t know the full story there, but the most gorgeous dame you or I have ever seen quite literally just walked into your life and if you don’t go after her, I’ll beat you senseless.” Bucky downed his whisky and then refilled it, handing it to Steve. Steve looked at him confused. “For the nerves.” They both chuckled softly as Steve downed the alcohol, knowing that it probably wouldn’t actually do anything for him, but the act helped calm him down.

He walked to the front door and as he stepped outside, he saw you start walking down the sidewalk.

“Y/N.” He called out to you as he hurried to catch up. You turned around to look at him and his heart started beating faster. You really were jaw droppingly gorgeous. “I would hate to have helped rescue you from Hodge only for you to get into some sort of trouble walking home. Could I join ya? No pressure meant, just want to make sure you get home safe.”

You smiled at his sweetness and blushed at the excitement that spending more time with him brought. You nodded softly and the smile that you gave him made Steve’s heart skip a beat. “Yeah. I would love that.”

He held his arm out for you and you gently placed your hand through it.

“So. Tell me about yourself, Captain. What’s your story, apart from rescuing damsels in distress.”

He laughed. “God, it’s a heck of a story. And I thought we had done away with formalities. It’s Steve.”

“Steve.” You whispered as you looked up at him, staring into his eyes, as a look passed between the two of you. A look that let you both know that this was the start of something. Something new and exciting. Something more than either of you could know or imagine right now.

I wanted to thank everyone who has read throughout this past month. I had been wanting to put my writing out there for months and months and it wasn't until this writing challenge that I felt confident enough to put something out there. I am going to be starting a Flufftober prompt, as well as posting more of my longer fics. Thanks again for reading!

--Anna

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