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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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TOUCH- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Girlfriend! Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Your boyfriend Steve discovers your size kink, and love of being manhandled by him. What he does with this new information? Well that’s entirely up to him...

Warnings: fingering, HUGE dumbification kink, HUGE size kink, manhandling, spanking, petnames, HUGE praise kink, slight daddy kink, slight degradation, squirting, teasing, clinginess (in a cute way!), mentions of binding and blowjobs, swearing, stevie puts you across his knee, handholding <33, 6′5 steve rogers- which needs its own warning, overall very FLUFFY

Notes: thank you guys for 3.1k i love you all so so much<3 this was in the drafts for a bit and i got motivation to finish it, im on a huge steve kick rn hehe!!

The first time he did it was by accident.

A happy accident, really.

You should have known better, your mother drilling the safety precautions into your head like a wailing siren each time she’d walk with you across the crosswalk to the playground, to that same rusty swing you’d fly on to your heart's content.

Always look both ways Y/N. Left, right, then left again. It's dangerous, out on the busy streets.

Those words were not playing through your head as you stood on the edge of the bustling sidewalk, fidgeting with excitement as you took in the big building in front of you from across the busy street. Steve was taking you to your very first ballet, something you had wanted to see since you were a little girl.

Your mouth was opened in awe as you took in the bright, shining lights and the sign that read SWAN LAKE, 9:00, SOLD OUT in massive black box letters. Your eyes darted to the red carpet below, the doors now wide open as people in fancy gowns and tuxedos filled in, tickets in hand.

The excitement was bubbling in you, so much you thought you would simply burst if you didn't march through those golden encrusted doors. Heart over mind, you felt your legs carrying you forward, your heart beating so fast you swore it would burst out of your chest.

A blur of light crossed your vision as a hand snatched your own, pulling you back into a solid chest.

Steve's arms cradled you close to him, hand stroking your hair as you managed to catch your breath, the sound of the cars honking in the distance. You fought the urge to grip his dress shirt with your fists, feeling the tears build in your eyes as your legs shook.

Steve had saved your life.

That car was mere inches from hitting you front on, and he had grabbed your hand with his own, yanking you back to safety.

What would you ever do without him?

“Are you okay sweetheart?” he asked gently, his tone trying to soothe your beating heart, your lungs that couldn't seem to get enough air into them. You nodded quickly, meeting his worried gaze with your own.

“I’m so sorry Stevie, I wasn't thinking. I was just so excited and…” you trailed off, hiccuping on a sob.

“Shhh, shh hey sweetheart it's okay, I understand. I know how excited you are, and that makes me so happy. But we just gotta be more careful next time okay?”

You nodded in agreement, the soft feeling of his kiss against your temple making you smile. “Thank you for saving me Stevie.” you whispered into his chest, holding him close as the cars continued to speed past.

“It’s what I’m here for, silly girl.” he teased, his hand making its way down to your back, rubbing soothing circles against the fabric of your dress, the feelings of his rings on your shoulder blades causing you to shiver. “Traffics clear now. Cmon sweetheart.” he cooed, slipping his hand in yours as he guided you across the now-empty street.

Now it was a habit.

Every single time you crossed the street, his hand would slip into yours, his fingers intertwining with your own as if he was scared to let you go. It was a silent reassurance, his grip squeezing slightly as the two of you made your way across the roads.

But now, as you crossed, instead of your mother’s voice, it was Steve’s.

But we just gotta be more careful next time okay?

You looked left, right, then left again with a soft smile adorning your face.

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The second time it happened, there was no accident.

There might as well have been one, with the way your heartbeat was racing, a stallion galloping down the track. You had just stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body that smelt of lavender.

A sudden pair of hands gripped your waist, making you squeal as they picked you up with ease, plopping you down on the soft-lit vanity. A little gasp had slipped out as he turned around, but from his posture, you knew he could hear it.

He knew, deep down, what he did to you when he carried you around like a rag doll.

“Whadda doin?” you asked meekly, attempting to calm the giddiness in your belly, the butterflies fluttering like crazy from Steve picking you up.

You weren't quite sure what it was that had your thighs squeezing together in anticipation. He truly hadn't done anything sexual. Was it the size difference? Was it the fact Steve could pick you up with not a care in the world, like you weighed absolutely nothing?

You weren't sure, but whatever it was, made your skin heat, your cheeks beginning to feel warm to the touch.

His sweet, soft voice broke you from your trance, bottles of your skincare in hand as he neared. “Wanna do your skincare.” he smiled, that boyish grin plastered on his face he wore the first day you met him, the one that had you swooning like a lovesick fool. You gulped as he stood in front of you, still towering over you despite your placement on the marble bathroom counter.

“Why?” you asked, breathless as he scooped your flyaways back with a headband he gently placed on you. “Can’t I pamper my princess?” he asked, toying with you as a finger was placed under your towel, tugging at it until it fell around your body, revealing yourself to him once more.

Time stopped as he took you in, eyes hungry as they scanned over every inch of skin, every curve, every stretch mark. There was no way the two of you had dated for four years.

No way in hell.

Because each time he looked at you like this, it was like the very first time the two of you had met. Every time he spoke to you, in that soft, gentle tone of his, it was like he was reciting a poem, only meant for your ears.

It always felt so, new. So exciting.

That feeling never faltered, never diminished as he placed kisses all over your body, licking up the droplets of water your towel had missed, making you giggle.

“Can I pamper you after?” you smiled as he rung out the face cloth, softly brushing it across your face with such tenderness you thought your heart would simply break into a million pieces it was so full.

“You pamper me every day, sweetheart.” he murmured, applying your skincare, not missing a single step.

As if he had studied every step you completed before bed, as if he had written it down in that little brown book of his.

You couldn't help but smile as he began to comb through your hair after kissing your now washed face, braiding it the way he saw you braid your hair before bed. Two little pigtails, a fishtail to adorn each side. Lotion that smelt of heaven, that smelt of him was rubbed all over your body, his sweater sliding over your head to match.

“Open up.” he cooed, tugging on your bottom lip with his thumb, toothbrush in hand. As he brushed your teeth, making it harder and harder to keep the toothpaste from trickling down your chin with each joke he made, those same words floated through your head.

What would you ever do without him?

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The third time… the third time was truly an accident.

From your end, once more.

Not that Steve minded, he seemed to enjoy taking care of you, helping you clean up any spills or messes your clumsiness would provide. You, on the other hand, felt like a complete and total idiot.

So when the glass mug had slipped from your hand, the liquid inside burning your fingertips, you cursed yourself again.

You sighed as the scorching black coffee started seeping across the hardwood, slipping between the glass fragments. Just as you were about to bend over to clean up the glass, those same hands had grabbed your hips, setting you up on the kitchen counter with ease.

“What did I say about you and glass princess?” Steve questioned, eyebrow raised as he bit back a smile at your flustered reaction.

He could sense your giddiness each time he grabbed you, seeing the way you'd kick your feet like a little kid against the cabinets, or the way you'd clench your thighs together tightly.

“That I’m supposed to call you, and I’m not supposed to pick it up with my bare hands.” you sighed, wringing out your fingers as he stared down at you, a twinkle in his eye.

Like he was enjoying this.

“So what were you about to do just now?” You sighed again. There was no point lying to him, as you knew he’d see right through you. “I was going to pick it up with my bare hands… but I wanted to surprise you with coffee! If I didn't clean it up myself and make you a new one, then it wouldn't be a surprise.” you whined, watching him walk over to grab the broom, beginning to sweep up the shards.

“You’re so sweet princess. You can still make me a coffee.” he laughed, watching you smile from the corner of his eye as he cleaned. “But then it's not a surprise!” you insisted. “I can act surprised.”

“Your acting is the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He barked out a laugh at your confession, making you giggle. The coffee had disappeared from the floor, the remainder of the mug gone as well. Plus, your hands were glass-free, no spilled coffee on your clothes either.

What would you ever do without him?

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It was an everyday occurrence now.

Steve carried you everywhere.

He did everything for you, without you even asking him. It got to the point you thought Steve had begun to move your mugs to the very top shelf of the cabinets, just so he had an excuse to lift you up to get them. He carried you to the bench at the front of the hall, slipping your shoes on before you left the house.

He draped you over his shoulder each night from the couch to the bedroom, when your eyes refused to stay open any longer. Steve even started carrying you on his hip like a newborn babe whenever he cooked dinner for the two of you, not wanting to put you down.

Not that you minded, of course, heat seeping to your core whenever he placed those large, soft hands on you.

You purred in delight as he swept you up from your spot on the couch, perching you up on his hip. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in the sweet, musky scent of him as he made his way over to the kitchen.

The little noises you made didn't go unnoticed by him, and finally- he decided to ask you about it.

“You really like that eh?” he whispered, voice husky in your ear as he squeezed you a little tighter. “Like what?”

You wanted to play dumb with him. You wanted to see how far this would go.

“When I pick you up, carry you around. Why is that sweetheart?”

“Mmmm I d’know.” you smiled, brushing your fingers across the nape of his neck, playing his soft blonde hair as he placed cake batter in the greased pan.

“Mmmm you don’t know? Is that true, sweetheart?” his soft voice had an edge to it, its sweetness wrapping you into his trap like a moth to a flame.

And of course, you fell for it. Hard.

“I like when you hold me cause it makes me feel small. I like when you toss me around.” you confessed, heat rising to your cheeks as you hid in the crook of his neck. He smiled.

“Silly, silly girl.” he cooed, sliding the pan in the oven. The heat that blasted from the opened door warmed your legs that were firmly wrapped around Steve's waist, adding to the fire blazing through your body from his close proximity.

“Are you not scared I’ll hurt you baby? I’m much, much bigger than you, you know. Nothing could stop me from just-” He made his way over to the couch, tossing you on it with a force so strong the wind was knocked out of you, a little oof! escaping your lips as you lay across the cushions. “throw you around like you’re nothin.” he smirked, grabbing your ankles and tugging you closer to him, your skirt hitching up from the friction, exposing your soaking panties.

“I could hurt you pretty girl. I’m stronger than you, so much larger than you too. You’re such a delicate little doll under me sweetheart, you’re not scared of me taking control? Cause there's nothing you could do about if I did.” he tsked, shaking his head in a mocking manner as you whimpered from his words.

They were extremely true, the sheer realization of them hitting you full force. He could do anything he wanted to you- and there was nothing you could do about it. He towered over you, his biceps alone the size of your head.

The thought should have scared you, should have made you coward in fear.

Instead, it turned you on even more.

“You wouldn't hurt me Stevie. And if you did, I’d take it like a big girl. You know what's best for me.” you confessed, watching as he slipped your skirt up even more, large hands beginning toy with the waistband of the little lace panties he had slipped on you this morning, already splattered in his cum.

“That’s right baby, I’d never hurt my precious angel. You’re too pure for that, too sweet. You’re such a smart girl honey.” he cooed down at you gently, watching with delight as your eyes widened when the thin fabric began to slide down your thighs, past your knee-high socks.

“But you’re still a lil girl, and I gotta take care of you don't I? I gotta do everything for you, cause you're just a silly baby. And silly babies, don't have thoughts, they just do as they're told.”

You nodded, purely dumbfounded as he pocked your panties. “Silly babies get played with.” you giggled, earning a beaming smile from him.

“Silly babies get played with by their daddies. They get used, cause that's what they're good for.” he whispered, hands snaking up to bind your wrists together over your head, watching you squirm from the way he tightly gripped them.

He had you trapped. You were helpless, from under him.

“No squirming angel. Didn't we already imply this? You’re stuck here.” he tapped your thighs with the backs of his knuckles gently, making you whimper as his flesh hit yours. “It aches..” you moaned, the backs of your feet digging into the couch as you attempted to buck your hips, needing any form of friction.

“Oh baby you look so desperate under me, so needy. So sensitive.” he smiled, two fingers tapping your swollen clit as you pouted. “Need you to touch me daddy. Cunts s’senstive.” you moaned, looking up into his blue eyes, now turned the darkest shade of black, blown pupils made of pure onyx as he stood over you.

“Lil girls like you don't say those bad words. Or I’ll wash your mouth out again. Remember what happened the last time you said a bad word angel?”

You nodded.

You could still taste his cum, its sweet stickiness staining the back of your throat. He had shoved you down without a care in the world, not caring that he had bruised your knees. You were his, and he did what he pleased with you.

You knew this.

He had tied your hands up behind your back, the pink rope rubbing your wrists raw as you cried from under him, his hands gripping your pigtails as he forced you to choke on his cock for the fourth time that day.

“ I remember Stevie.” you whispered, shrieking as he suddenly had his hands wrapped around your waist, picking you up like a doll as he manspread on the couch, draping you over his knees. You whined, kicking your feet as he spanked you, watching the flesh of your ass jiggle as he stained it bright red.

“Stay. Still.” he growled, shoving your head down into the cushions, the tears brewed around your waterline now smearing into the leather. “I’m going to give you what you need princess, stop being so impatient. We talked about this.” he sighed, rubbing over the abused flesh with the palm of his hand, watching as you slowly stopped fighting him.

“Wanna hold your hand.” you sniffled, voice muffled into the couch. He chuckled, placing your hand in his, intertwining your fingers with a squeeze. “Thank you Stevie.” you smiled, savouring the comfort and warmth his touch provided.

“Mmm cant wait to stuff you full of cock honey. Gonna feel me all up in your tummy, takin away the aches.” he teased, giving you next to no warning as he slid his two digits in your entrance, making you cry out.

It was heaven, the way he stretched you out from his fingers alone, your juices coating his wrist as his fingers brushed your spongy walls.

“S’tight baby. Barley takin my fingers, how you gonna take my cock?” he asked, curling his digits with a twist of his wrist, making you mewled out in pleasure. “Don't worry about that honey, thats daddy's job. You just sit there and look pretty, like good girls do.” he shushed as you moaned, legs starting to quiver from pleasure, brain unable to function as he babied you.

“M’gonna make a mess!” you cried out, his fingers coaxing an orgasm with each pump. Steve's fingers could reach parts of you that you didn't even know were possible, being able to reach spots you couldn't have imagined. It made you pathetic and whinny, unable to think coherently as he twisted your body to his will, using you as he deemed fit.

“You’re gonna clean it up after baby. Messy girls gotta clean up after themselves.” he smirked as you nodded frantically, doing whatever he told you, just needing release.

He had teased you all day, manhandling you and praising you, and you felt you were going to burst at the seams if you didn't get to cum soon. “Yes! Yes, yes I promise I’ll be so good, I’ll clean it however you want me to-” you moaned, eyes rolling to the whites as he allowed your release.

“Thereeee she goes. That's my pretty princess, you poor girl. Had to hold that in didn’t you?” he laughed, watching as your muscles spasmed as you squirted around his fingers, spraying all over his arm and on his denim-clad knee.

You felt as if you would overheat, your skin flushed and warm to the touch as he slowly removed his fingers, rubbing his hand along your inner thigh as you came down from your much needed high.

“Thank you Stevie.” you whimpered, breath coming in shallow pants as you wrapped your hand around his pinkie, clinging to the 6’5 man for dear life.

What would you ever do without him?

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miserable-sarah · 1 year

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Impressive 18+

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader Warnings: Smut, NSFW, rough Steve, Dom!Steve Summary: You and Steve go on a mission together, he's impressed with you but doesn't want to admit it.

"Captain on your six" You say, catching his attention. He does his normal super soldier moves.

"4 down"

"I got 3 down"

"One more" He loves to make things a competition even though he doesn't admit it. You run trying to find the last guy, you want to beat Steve there. You see the guy in front of you and jump on his back taking him down. Steve comes and finishes the job.

"Hey! I had him." you say to him huffing.

"I just helped." He shrugs

"Mhm, helped your ego" You smirk, he just looks away, smiles, and chuckles, knowing he's caught. You get on the jet waiting for Steve to come on. You're not sure if Steve trusts you or likes you. He's always on you and he's always taking your men or women down. He makes you feel like you're not good enough and that you just need to be babysat.

"You okay?" Steve asks, taking his seat up front.

"Yeah." You say quickly. You sit on the bench looking at your hands and arms making sure you have no marks on you.

"You sure?"

"Yeah" You fake smile at him.

You finally get back to the compound, Steve has been hounding you for hours on the ride. It's not even a big deal but now he's really getting on your nerves. You walk in, no one is around they all must be out on missions. You walk into the meeting room and Steve is behind you.

"Are you sure, because now you seem mad."

"Steve! I'm fine!" You snap.

"Don't shout at me." Steve says stepping towards you, you back up.

"You're not listening"

"You're not telling the truth." He towers over you, you go to push him but he grabs your wrists and holds them against the wall. His body is so close to being pressed up against yours that your mouth gets dry. "So, tell the truth"

"You hover over me and never let me celebrate my wins" You stare into his eyes. "I'm either bad or really good and you don't like it"

"Is that what you think?" He chuckles. He bends down to eye level, studying your features. He leans in close and whispers in your ear "You're just that bad" You get hands free and push him back against the table. He snickers and flips you so you're against the table.

"Steve" You struggle to get free, his body is pressed against you and his hands hold your arms down.

"I like it better when I'm in control." He smirks at you. You look at his eyes then his lips. You push yourself forward, he stops you. "I said, I like it better when I'm in control." He kisses you, smashing his lips on yours. You instantly moan in the kiss, you kiss him back. Your mouths are moving, your tongues fighting for dominance but you're giving it to Steve.

Steve puts his hands on your butt and lifts you up onto the table. You spread your legs and let him move closer to you. You tug at the bottom of his shirt and he takes it off. You look at his body in awe. You've seen it before and fantasized moments like this in your mind. You never thought you'd be here. He lifts up your shirt causing you to pay attention.

"I guess you like what you see" He teases you. You don't say anything, you unhook your bra letting it fall, you lay back on the table letting Steve take your jeans off along with your thong. You sit up on your elbows and watch him unbuckle his pants. He pulls you by your ankles making you get lower on the table. His large hands run over the curves of your body. "I always thought you were so perfect." he says softly. You look at his perfect face, his perfect teeth, his perfect jawline, his perfect eyes, and he's calling you perfect. "Well, until I saw you fight." Your jaw drops. You kick him back and he stumbles.

"Why would you say that? Especially right now?" You shake your head grabbing your clothes "God, I'm so stupid" Steve doesn't say a thing. He blocks the door, his frame is much bigger than yours and you know he can take you down. "Steve, move"

"No." He stands there shirtless with loose fitting pants. You just want to fuck him but you're trying to stand your ground. "Make me." He smirks. asshole. You try to move him but it's no use, Steve lifts you up pushing you against the door, your legs are wrapped around his waist, he kisses and nibbles at your neck. You throw your head back and moan.

"You've always wanted me, I can tell." He whispers in your ear. You shiver at his voice, he's right. You always have wanted him, even when he makes you so mad you just want to rip his clothes off.

"You're right" You say breathless.

"I'm always right." He moves back to the table laying you down. He leans over top of you, his hand dances around your clit. You tense up waiting for some real connection. His finger slips inside you, you let out another moan. You're not trying to be so desperate but it's been a while and you've been thinking about this for a very long time. He smirks at you and enters another finger. He pumps his fingers inside you, you arch your back. "So wet already"

"Steve" You moan, you just want to feel him inside you.

"Yes?" He asks cocky, knowing what you're going to say.

"Please, fuck me." You beg. Steve removes his hand from you and takes his pants off with his boxers. You gasp at his size not expecting him to be so big.

"Think you can take it?" he asks half seriously. You nod your head yes. "Good girl" He says lining himself up "I might not be able to hold bac-"

"Steve! Please!" You are cut off by yourself screaming, he slammed into you with no warning. Your nails dig into his forearms. He hisses at you but keeps going. He leans down and gives you a sloppy kiss, your fingers pull at his hair, he rests his forehead on yours looking into your eyes, watching the pleasure on your face.

"You're being such a good girl taking me" He says to you softly.

You let out a loud moan "Steve" you say, his words are making you feel 10x better.

"What baby, can't handle it?" He coos at you, almost making fun of you. You pull him in for another kiss, he speeds up going harder. He snakes his arms around your waist and picks you up. He slams into over and over. He groans and moans along with you. You can't believe this is happening right now. You never thought this would happen. Steve slams you against the wall making you gasp, you're pretty sure there's a dent in it now.

"Fuck Steve" you throw your head against the wall. Steve squeezes your cheeks.

"You feel so good, I want to cum inside you. I'm going to do that okay?" He nods his head with you. "Are you going to cum for me?" you nod your head and he lets go. Steve's hand finds your clit and fingers start rubbing you. You're taken over with pleasure, he's whispering dirty things in your ear, you can feel your body tense up and you clench around him. "Are you gonna cum baby? Hmm?"

"Yes, Steve" You moan out, he picks up his pace, his forehead is covered in sweat, he is so focused on what he's doing it makes him even hotter. He watches you, you close your eyes, your legs start to shake and you groan loudly. "Fuck!" you squeal as he continues to rub your clit and thrust into you. "Steve!" you squeal again, your whole body is taken with pleasure it's too much. "Please, stop" you wiggle around trying to get out of his grip but it's useless. Steve chuckles darkly and removes his hand, he puts you back on the table and contuines fucking you. You lay there trying to catch your breath.

"I'm going to fill you up" He grunts, his thrusts get sloppier and slower. You feel him cum inside you, you let out another moan. Steve thrusts a few more times, he stops and stays inside you. He rests his forehead on yours, breathing heavy.

"I told you" He says

"Told me what?"

"You couldn't handle it." He chuckles kissing your forehead , he gets up and puts his clothes back on, he helps you with yours, since your entire body feels like jell-o.

You hear people chatting, you know some of the others are back. You and Steve run out of that room into one of the bedrooms. ~

You walk downstairs and see Nat sitting there drinking coffee.

"New mission?" She asks

"Oh, no. The one with Steve was enough."

"You know he's only like that because he hates that you're so good. None of us babysit you when we're out there"

"He always wants to be in control" You mumble.

"What are you talking about?" Steve walks in the kitchen joining you Nat, you clear your throat thinking of last night.

"Uh, hey" Tony walks in "guys just remember we have servalnce all over this building." He glares at you and Steve, your eyes widened and you feel embarrassed all throughout your body.

"Ooh what happened?" Nat asks with a smile

"We need a new table is what happened" Tony walks away shaking his head.

You look at Steve who shrugs with a smirk.

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 11 months

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Steve Rogers Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺 Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES

5 Type Of Kisses

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

DRABBELS FROM MY 🧠

Come On, Let Loose ❤️‍🔥 What happens when you comfort Steve about his quietness when in public with him?

Midnight Proposal🌺

Fluff Alphabet🌺

Dating Steve Would Include🌺

Celebrating The New Year🌺

Without Me 🌩️ inspired by Halsey’s song ‘Without Me’

Kisses From Steve🌺

If I Rode You, I Can Ride The Horse 🌺Steve takes Y/n it for a special surprise at 5 am?!

SHORT IMAGINES

Watching Steve Do Squats🌺

Celebrating New Year🌺

PICTURE STORIES

Finding out you are expecting with Steve and breaking the news to him.🌺

Being On Vacation With Your Boyfriend Steve Rogers 🌺

Buying A House In A Remote And Quiet Place Where You Live With Steve As he Begins Retirement From Being An Avenger🌺

Traveling The World🌺

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Can you write something with Chris Evans on Thanksgiving and the reader is his best friend and is into him. You can decide if fluff or smut. 🥰

And sorry for my English. It is Not my native Language 🙈🤗

Wanting You

a/n: This is more fluffy-angsty. I really hope that's okay. Happy Thanksgiving, all!

"So you're gonna tell him?"

"What? I don't know. I highly doubt it, Scott."

"Why not? A mini road trip through the country to my mom's house for a holiday party couldn't be more perfect!"

"This is your brother we're talking about. The Chris Evans. Take all that celebrity shit away and he's still a guy who's not in my league. Or more I'm not in his."

"But you don't knowww that, Y/n."

"Has he said something or something? Is that why you're pushing this so hard?"

"He hasn't said anything, Love. But if I know Chris, he doesn't have to."

"Ugh! You are no help. What kind of infomant are you?"

"A pro bono one."

"I hate you."

"I love you too. Just hurry up and get here!"

"I will! He's on his way."

"Okay. See you when you get here. Tell him!"

"Bye Scott!"

You were putting the last finishing touches on your makeup when your phone started to vibrate,

"Hello?"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Fucker!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, you jackwagon! Are you here?"

"Rounding the corner now."

"Perfect. See you in a sec," you hung up the phone and went to grab your light brown coat. When you opened the door to your apartment, Chris pulled up a second later. He got out of the car and your heart skipped a beat.

He was wearing a dark sweater and dark jeans with his hair perfectly set. His Rolex was on perfect display and the Raybans sat flawlessly on the bridge of his nose. What got you though was the chain around his neck that swayed with every step. Chris Evans never let it be forgotten that he is that bitch.

Chris rounded to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for you,

"Hey! Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Kid," he said bringing you in for a hug.

Kid. The nickname you dreaded because a man like that doesn't want someone with 'kid' attatched to their name. He wants a woman and that's what you are. You two get in the car and drive off to his mom's house.

"So what have you been up to. Give me the deets. The 411."

"Ew, Chris don't say that haha!"

"Whaat? I'm hip."

"Hip people don't say 'hip'."

"Seriously. How ya been, Y/n?" He asked turning to you for half a second,

"Honestly, stressed. I just had midterms and now I have to study for finals. On top of that they raised my rent. It's only $100, but still. When you don't have it..." you said shaking your head.

"Why didn't you tell me you were having money problems?"

"Because it's not your problem, Chris."

"But it can be."

Did he just? Wait, have to be sure,

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've been there for me in my darkest hours. Whether it's prepping for a new role or being a better agent than my actual agent. You know me better than anyone and I hate that I can't be there for you. Or wasn't allowed to be there. Just don't hold out on me."

"Damn, Evans. I might actually take you up on that."

He chuckled and squeezed your left knee. The friendly act sent chills down your spine and your blood run cold. It's been so long since you felt like this for someone because he was right, you did know him better than anyone. There's no denying the way you two flow in sync so effortlessly.

You and Chris continued to catch up and honestly gossip a bit until you reached his moms,

"Y/n! Hi! Welcome! Come on in!"

"Hey Lisa! Thank you!"

"How are you, Sweetheart? It's been so long," she said helping you remove your coat.

"Too long! And I've been okay!"

You take a couple more steps in and walk to the left where the family was. The living room was filled with scents of amazing Thanksgiving food and decor. Turkey, macaroni and cheese, and so many sides that you were sure to be eating leftovers for a week. It made your belly rumble in hunger, but you knew Lisa most likely needed help. Your favorite smell, however, was the apple cinnamon candle Lisa had been lighting since you met her.

After mingling with his family, you walked into the kitchen and Chris stayed to finish catching up in the living room. You couldn't help but smile when you heard him do his "monster voice" and the shrieks and giggles of the kids that were there.

You, Carly and Lisa were all laughing, drinking and cooking when Chris came in just to bug. Lisa slapped his hand away from taking one of the cookies and he gave massive bear hugs all around. He tickled Carly but let his arm linger on your shoulder for longer than normal. When you looked up at him, all he did was smile and wink at you before victoriously sntaching a cookie and running off to watch Football.

Carly and Lisa went to entertain while you agreed to stay and watch the food. You heard the doorbell ring while you were away and a slight uproar of excitement. Scott was laughing fakely when he came into the kitchen a few minutes later,

"Bitch."

"What? What happened?"

"Don't freak out, but Lucy is here."

"Lucy..."

"Chris' ex girlfriend! The one he was with and only broke up with because he was moving to LA!"

"She's here!?"

"Yes! I had no idea my mom invited her. I would've given you a heads up," he said placing a hand on your back. He went back to the living room festivities and left you to hang your head low. How would compete with a ex who is only an ex because of location difficulties? You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Chris' imfamous laugh. You peek your head from the kitchen and see them buddied up together on the couch.

You instantly took the bottle of wine and refilled your glass. This was going to be a long night.

More and more of his family started pouring in and you'd be lying if you said you didn't stick out like a sore thumb, but the level of comfort you had around these people was unmatched.

It was finally time for dinner when the whole family gathered around the table. Grace was said, the children were served and you took a seat next to Chris and Lisa.

You had two more glasses of wine during your meal before going and grabbing the other plate of rolls for the table and taking your plate to the sink. When you returned, Lucy had mirgrated to your seat and Chris was whispering in her ear. You had stopped in just enough time for no one else to see you stare them down. It wasn't until he whispered something and smirked that you rolled your eyes.

You sat next to Scott on the opposite side of the table and now it was his turn to squeeze your leg in comfort. You took in the time to soak her in up close. Her wavy brown hair and piercing deep blue eyes was exactly what you thought of when you heard of a Chris Evans ex girlfriend. She was taller than you thought and looked very well put together. Like she had her shit on lock.

You continued to drink, trying to ignore the lovebirds kee-keeing right across from you when Lisa pipped up,

"So Lucy, what is new with you? You look good."

"Oh thank you, Lisa. I've been great! Working and selling house after house-"

"And apparently looking good doing it," Chris whispered to her. She giggled while slapping his arm and turning back to his mom. You rolled your eyes hard and took another sip. Chris peeked it and furrowed his brow before tuning back into Lucy.

Everyone moved to the living room for dessert and those two carried on. Scott and the wine were your best friends that night since yours was preoccupied. You know it was stupid to feel jealous because Chris didn't even know you liked him so how is that fair?

When you saw him place a kiss to her cheek, you lost it. Mind you, it was probably the alcohol but still an outburst ensued,

“Chris!” you shouted as you stood. All eyes were suddenly on you, “will you help me with something real quick?” He nodded and rubbed her thigh while mouthing he’ll be back. When he stood, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

All you heard him say was “Naughty, naughty” is a sing song voice,

“Today, Chris.” He gave you a “What the Fuck” look when you two walked off from the crowd,

"What is your problem?"

"Nothing. You can just canoodle with I Love Lucy later," you said turning to walk off.

"Hey. Stop," he said following you to the next room, "What's your deal with Lucy? You've been giving her dirty looks all night."

"Believe me when I say I haven't," you rolled you eyes once more.

"There! There are those fucking eyes. Look I know you're drunk, but that doesn't give you the right-"

"Fuck you, I'm drunk! I'm fine, Chris. Everything is fine! I'm fine, Lucy is fine, you're fine. We're all fine!"

"Kid, what is going on with you?"

"Ugh! I'm not a fucking kid! I pay taxes, I pay rent and I give a killer blowjob!" Chris' eyebrows went up, "What don't you see in me? I've been right here. I know all your shit and I handle some of it myself. What more could you want?!"

The words were just slurring out at this point with no end in sight.

"Y/n, let's not do this here, okay? You're drunk and you're just saying things." He started to walk away and was almost fully in the living room. You of course chased after him,

"Why are you disregarding my feelings?"

'What feelings?!"

"For you! My feeling for you!"

"Chris?" Lisa said.

The two of you looked at each other before realizing you were back in front of everyone.

"Is everything okay, Chris?"

“Ha ha ha. She’s fiiiine. I think someone is a bit of a lightweight.” Scott tried to cover the awkwardness, "Why don't I take her to lie down." He quickly pushed past Chris and ushered you to the den. He sat with you while you nursed your water for a little bit until you were okay to be alone.

You had been by yourself for about 5 minutes when Chris walked in with his hands in his pockets. You groaned and reached out your hands wanting him to come join you on the couch. Chris gave you a little laugh watching your arms stick out in a childlike manner for him. He lifted the blanket covering your legs to join you on the couch. He put your legs in his lap and tapped on them gently,

"You know I love you, right?"

"Just not in love with me..." you said quietly.

Chris took both your hands in his and brought them to his lips, looking deep in your eyes. His arm wrapped around you shoulder pulling you into his side. Chris pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead and lingered his lips on the soft skin,

"It's just not our time, Kid. I've thought about it. For years I've thought about you, but I can't just thrust you into my other life which happens to be the biggest one. It's not fair to you and I'll be dammed if I lose you, Y/n. I love you."

All you could do was nod and wipe a falling tear,

"I love you too," you whispered out. He leaned in more and you sat up to meet him for a hug.

"Awww is everything okay now?" Scott asked, entering the room with his mouth full of thirds.

"Absolutely perfect," Chris said sending you a smile and a wink.

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beautifulbuckys · 2 years

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Speakeasy (Steve Rogers x Reader)

“I’m not villainizing your peers because they like to get drunk on the weekend, Mr. Rogers, I’m villainizing you and your peers because you use illegal practices to keep yourself in business.

“You better chose your next few words very carefully, sweets,”

Summary: When Tony Stark insists on hosting a themed party, you find yourself in the shoes of a 1920′s role with all the other Avengers. But what happens when you spot the Avenger you’d been harboring a crush on?

Warnings: Some swearing, intense conversations, some sexual moments but nothing smutty (just spicy!)

A/N: I refuse to write and read mafia fics, but I still somehow came up with this. Enjoy!

Tony Stark lived for dramatics.

Nobody who’s been in a 5-mile radius of the man is surprised. The list goes on with his over-the-top Iron Man suits, excentric galas, and Avengers-themed Pop-Tarts hitting the shelves. The Stark parties hosted what felt like every other week topped the list. More than once, without fail, he found an excuse to host parties. Infiltrated a Hydra base? It sounds like a party needs to be hosted! Bucky’s 106th birthday? The balloons are already inflated! Did Peter get an A on his AP Lang test? A cake has already been ordered.

Tony’s newest fascination has been themed parties. He’s only hosted one, yet it managed to be more extreme than Morgan’s last birthday party; you could’ve sworn you saw a real unicorn. As he put it, the theme was ‘Football’ themed, hosted in a timely fashion for the Super Bowl. It was the grandest Super Bowl party you’d ever attended. Tony insisted everyone wore team colors, much to many people’s dismay. Although it may come as a shock, Bruce and Peter weren’t the most enthused to attend a party about football.

Now, as the summer is winding down, he is planning another. The theme, you ask? He proudly announced it to be Roarin’ 20’s!

“Ladies and gents, I know you’re all so excited! I can see the passion behind Bucky’s cold, dead eyes!” Tony announced in front of the team. You were all seated around the orange curved couch Pepper purchased for the compound,

The silence amongst the team spoke volumes.

“I’m gonna vamp it up a bit! By tonight, Morgan should have dropped off individual letters to each of your rooms. You have 1 week to read the said letter and follow instructions varying on what you received. This party isn’t going to be the only thing modeled around the ’20s,” Tony winked.

After Tony’s small speech, you couldn’t help but feel a little curious. The personalized letter, delivered by Morgan? He must have gone above and beyond on these invitations. A lot of the team got up, leaving to go resume their business. Others stayed back. Sam was already sitting on the couch with Natasha, unpausing the cheesy romcom they started earlier. Steve hung back too, coincidentally he had just finished his workout when Tony called a team meeting. God did he look good!

“Are none of you curious about this personalized letter stuff?” Natasha shook her head, her red waves dancing as she did so. Sam also shook his head, eyes immediately returning to the flatscreen.

Steve sighed, lifting himself from the couch. “You know Tony and his insane theatrics,”

When you got your letter, you were overjoyed. As promised, Morgan knocked on the door. She was dressed in a bright yellow Princess Belle dress and pink fairy wings. Her bright smile shone like a thousand suns when she handed a metallic gold envelope with your name on it.

The second you shut the door, you ripped open the envelope. Inside, was a black piece of cardstock decorated with gold lines and other crazy details. Gold lettering described the overall setting of the party. Nothing you hadn’t been exposed to already. However, on the bottom, there was writing instructing you to look on the back. Curious, you turned the invitation around and began reading the small paragraphs on the back.

This party was also a role-play? We all had characters.

You? You were the “Hollywood Bombshell’, as Tony so kindly put it. The invite had a small paragraph explaining your character for the night. She loved playing hard to get, was extremely confident, and adored attention. She’d do anything in the world for it. Wonderful! In smaller writing, Tony noted that he’d be providing our wardrobe.

And provide he did.

The long, scarlet dress that just barely dragged on the floor was gorgeous. It was pure silk, with a large slit running up the left leg until your mid-thigh. The bodice was loose. 3-finger wide straps hung off your shoulders, creating a purposeful sag right where a small bit of cleevage appeared. All in all, it was gorgeous. Tony provided accessories, a matching set of gloves and pearl earrings accompanied the stunning silk. With the whold get up on, you felt like a hollywood bombshell. Natasha insisted on assisting you with hair in makeup under the ruse of ‘girls time’.

“I bet you’re hoping Steve will be the leading actor to your actress,” Natasha winked, helping create a beautiful red makeup look to match with your outfit. She was wearing a figure hugging black sequin gown. Her ruby colored hair was paired with a small black headband.

You playfully slap her on the shoulder, “And what are you, Cupid? I don’t think he wears a sexy black dress, Natasha,”

Natasha chuckles, grabbing your chin gently and tugging your face closer to hers. She was incredibly concentrated on finishing your pencil eyeliner. “You’re no expert on Cupid, then. Sexy sequins are in. Maybe Steve will be wearing a red tie to match yours! That would be so adorable,” Her smooth voice teased.

“With all this talk about Steve I’m starting to think you’re the one with a crush on him,”

The redhead giggled. “I have my own tall glass of super solider, sweetheart. I can barely handle Barnes. Blondie is all yours,” She commented while resting her hands. “All done. Go look in the mirror, let me know what you think. Hopefully you love it because Tony wants us downstairs in 10.”

You stand up, heading to the bathroom that is conjoined with your bedroom. “What is Bucky anyways?” Tony instructed everyone to not share their roles. Some people respecting the request. Those were the party poopers. Known as Sam, Steve, Pepper, and Wanda.

“He’s a speakeasy owner. Tony put him in a sexy stripey suit,”

You twirl in the mirror, admiring Natasha’s work. “Well Miss Jazz Singer, I guess we better get downstairs so I can see this suit for myself,” The two of you linked arms, leaving your room in it’s modern day glory and stepping into the elevator. Now? You’re no longer in modern times. You’re in the roaring 20’s! A few of the Avengers teased Tony for his commitment and dedication to the theme. You appreciated it. Sure, it was cheesy. Good thing you like cheese.

The main area of the compound was decked out. Sitting on an ivory colored table next to the bar was a gigantic champagne tower. It was nearly taller than Bucky and Steve stacked on top of each other. Gold and black were scattered around the large room, black chairs with gold cushions; golden bartop decorated with black roses. You make a mental note to ask Tony where on Earth he found black roses. Wanda was sitting at the bar with Bruce. The Sokovian was wearing a knee-length flapper dress. It was purple with small silver details scattered throughout the fabric. She also sported a pair of small black pumps and black fishnets. Overall, she looked good. Bruce had a simple white undershirt, which was stained. Suspenders accompanied the shirt, holding up his army green trousers.

“Well hello gorgeous,” You shouted, walking towards Wanda. Her attention switched from the martini glass in front of her to you. Her eyes glowed and a smile struck her face. Bruce turned around too, looking you up and down with wide eyes.

“Says you! You look gorgeous, what are you? A model? Because you look like one!” Wanda laughed as she spun around on the bar stool.

You smiled, seating yourself at the open stool next to Bruce. “As Tony put it, I’m a ‘hollywood bombshell’,” You used hand quotes to emphasize the exact role you were given. “Tony made me look like a million bucks, I’ll give him that.

You felt a hand on the back of your shoulder from behind the bar. “Ladies, ladies, I know we’re not straying away from our roles; are we?” Tony’s familiar playful tone spoke over the suddenly loud 1920’s music. You winced, realizing that was the task you were given. Simply follow your role. Do some improv. Have some fun!

“Of course not, Mr. Stark,” Bruce spoke up. Now that you were closer to him, you noticed more of his outfit. The weird stains on his tee shirt were oil stains. He was a mechanic. Wanda was a flapper. What the hell was Tony?

“That’s President Stark to you, commoner,” That answered your question right there. You laughed, excusing yourself from the bar. The room had filled up, many of the Avengers staff joined the team for these parties. The medical staff from the medical wing were here, as well as the secrataries Tony hired to answer PR emails.

As you scanned the room, you saw Natasha and Bucky tucked away in a dark corner. As Natasha promised, Bucky was wearing a brown suit with thin white vertical stripes. His long hair was gelled back, the white lights from the ceiling comically shining off of it. Scott was sitting with Cassie and Morgan, who were also dressed up. They were playing dolls, the only modern-ish looking things around the room. On the couch, Steve and Sam were sitting and passionately talking. Steve was waving his hands around while Sam laughed. However, Sam’s strong laughter stopped once he made eye contact with you. Taking it as a cue, you strutted up to the men.

“Hi boys,” You winked.

Sam winked back, dramatically raising his eyebrow. “Hello there gorgeous,” He had a small business card poking out of his simple brown jacket pocked. Gracefully, you bend down to retrieve a card. Sam Wilson, New York stock broker. How cute.

“Stock broker,” You say flirtasiously.

“Model?” Sam questioned.

“Actress,” Sam knodding approvingly, the corner of his lips lifting into a small charming smirk.

Steve was uncharacteristically silent. Usually during these events, he was chatting someones ear off. He insisted he wasn’t the biggest fan of the parties; yet he thought it was only polite to try to enjoy himself when they happed. You’d be a liar if you said Steve didn’t look sexy. His plain black suit jacket hugged his biceps generously. The tight mathcing pants didn’t leave much to the imagination. Steve’s pink lips were set in an intimidating frown. Like hell you’d let that scare you.

“Mind if I sit, gentlemen?” You asked.

“Feel free,” Sam stated.

Confidently, and before you could convince yourself otherwise, you plopped yourself into Steve’s lap. His face was etched with shock, but almost immediately fell back into his serious gaze. Sam nearly spit out the water he had been sipping on. Somehow, he stopped himself.

“I hope I’m not interuptting any business,” You combed your fingers through Steve’s hair. Like Bucky’s it also had gel. Not nearly as much, though. A few strands sat on his forehead, framing his beautiful face. Gently, you tug and twist on a few of the strands. “I’d hate to find myself in the middle of an important conversation,”

“Hardly,” Steve finally broke his silence. “We were just finishing up,”

“And what do you do, Mr. Rogers?” You take your hand and rest it underneath his chin, lifting it up so he is looking up at you. His striking blue eyes locked with yours in an instant.

He cleared his throat, “I run a few businesses,” His hand found the small of your back, thumb rubbing up and down the area gently.

“Define businesses. Mr. Banner down at the bar runs a car repair shop. Gorgeous Natasha over there is a jazz singer. Entertainment is big right now, I should know. Her date Mr. Barnes runs a speakeasy. Lots of sketchy characters there,”

“I’m very familiar with Mr. Barnes’ speakeasy,” Steve growled. His large hand came resting on your thigh. Agressively, he played with the flesh. Before you knew it, there were red marks where his hand had rested mere moments before. “I’m one of the sketchy characters you’re speakin’ about, sweets,”

Despite your characters confident facade, you struggled to keep up with it. Your overwhelming crush on Steve was making this interaction incredibly difficult. You could feel the raging heat on your cheeks. You couldn’t mistake the fluttery butterflies that occupied your stomach. Tony had been roaming around the party, waiting for people to break character. Like hell you were going to be caught. Who knows, maybe this could be your shot! Maybe this is the chance you’ve been waiting for to make a move on Steve. You’ve found yourself shy nearly every other opportunity you’ve gotten. Normally, you got cold feet and ran out of the room. The amount of times Natasha has had to cover for you is getting embarrassing.

“And sketchy you are. Those damn bars are illegal, now isn’t the time to be fumbling with the law,”

Steve chucked darkly, “Oh don’t act like you’re all pure and innocent. Hollywood runs rampit with anything illegal. Your folks love that stuff,”

“My folks?” You urged him to continue.

“You heard me the first time, doll. Nobody in that industry is the Virgin Mary. Everyone has that one thing they’d do anything for. Don’t villainize my peers because they like a taste of scotch every once in a while,”

“I’m not villainizing your peers because they like to get drunk on the weekend, Mr. Rogers,” You find your hand back in his blonde locks, twisting and tugging as you spoke. With this leverage, you pulled his hair to twist his head, exposing Steve’s ear. You decide to whisper, making the moment more intimate. “I’m villainizing you and your peers because you use illegal practices to keep yourself in business.

“You better chose your next few words very carefully, sweets,”

Steve Rogers was a mafia man. Golden boy, America’s solider, was a crime lord. And right now? You don’t mind.

“You’re gonna need to try harder than that if you want to shut me up,” The words spilled out of your mouth like milk out of a jug. The words were spoken as your confident, sexy actress character. Yet they hard truth to you. Not this false self someone else spun for you. Not the person gifted the silk red dress. You. You were speaking the truth you had held in for the longest time. The confession, though veiled by flirtatious banter, was transparent.

And Steve Rogers did exactly that. He leaned forward into your lips. His hands found their place on your hips, as yours found a place in his hair. Passionately, he kissed you. His lips violated yours sinfully, in a way that Jeuss Christ himself would need to turn his back from. But you didn’t care.

Breaking the kiss, Steve Rogers only said one thing.

“The only illegal things I’m doing tonight are the things I’m going to do to you,”

And you’d be damned if you stopped him.

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smaptain-smerica · 11 months

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Spare me your Time

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: After a rough start to life, Y/n accepts her dream job continuing her father's research. Someone from the past comes back into her life, and she hesitates to establish a connection. He spared her life, will she spare him some of her time in return? Word Count:9.4K Warnings: Death of father, cursing, Forceful obedience, insomnia, the reader has the serum

You usually worked late. All your required assignments were completed in record time, earning you a high standing among the other scientists and engineers. Granted, not everybody knew that you were the boss's daughter.

The company that your father and his brother had started always remained a secret to the world, even to you in some ways. What you could gather from short dinner table conversations was that they were collecting research on how medicines affect different kinds of people and attempting to create unique medicines based on physical and mental assessments.

Growing up around this secret medicine world inspired you to want to become a biomedical engineer just like your father. You wanted to follow in his footsteps and revolutionize medicine and technology for the better.

They would take volunteers to do the scans curate a medicine specifically for them. It would take into consideration their mental age, physical age, and physique to determine the best equations and medicines to help them. The end goal was to be able to take a simple scan of someone's body and output a pill designed perfectly for them in minutes. The only thing they managed to successfully create was personalized allergy medicine. For over a decade of work, it seemed like a small accomplishment, but your father always said it was only the foot in the door.

What was happening under the company's surface was shady dealings by your uncle. One day when your father was out of town on a business trip, your uncle asked if you’d like to sit in the machine for a scan. Your father never let you before so of course you said yes. Your uncle discovered the unmatched potential you carried with you within your brain and body. He kept the scans a secret from your father, even you, and he began to scheme his way toward evil.

Your uncle had heard about the Winter Soldier and the secret HYDRA program they were creating for it. He heard tales of horror from the scientists he regularly kept in touch with. Ultimately, he decided that he could create a serum ten times better than the one HYDRA had used. His serum would eliminate the need for brainwashing and mind-controlling commands. His version of the serum would subject the recipient to obedience. How someone would control them was still in the works, but he began working secretly on the serum, testing it on various rodents until he thought it was perfect.

It was your 15th birthday, midnight on the dot when your uncle woke you from your sleep saying he had a surprise. Hoping it was a new car, you got up to follow him. He knocked you out cold and strapped you to a chair in a lab in the basement. He had injected you with his version of the serum, fire pumping through your veins and melting you from the inside out. In a groggy state, you watched your father burst into the room, frantically trying to find you. He was furious, more furious than you had ever seen him in your life. Unfortunately, your uncle was faster, shooting him square between the eyes with a concealed weapon, as though he was waiting for this moment.

For a few months, your uncle has put you through a series of tests. Your speed, strength, and durability had increased, but not in the way he had hoped. There was only a 75% increase in physical attributes. Instead, it was your mind that had been maximized to its full potential. Suddenly you gained a photographic memory with the ability to memorize quickly. You could see or hear instructions for something once and instantly perfect it. He sat you in the library, forcing you to watch countless videos and read countless books. You had become fluent in 15 different languages in only 6 months and knew every Jiu-Jitsu move there was and more. Though you might not have been as strong as the Super Soldiers, your uncle had hopes you could outsmart them.

So, from 16 and on you earned the highest education possible. Graduating high school at 17, college at 20, and finally, a master's degree in biomedical engineering at 23. You were halfway through earning your Ph.D. when someone walked into your life that changed it forever.

The serums effects weren’t 100%, but you were only the first test subject. There was some free will in the sense that you could go and do whatever you want, but unless someone told you otherwise, it was in your nature to listen. Stay here, never leave, work on this project, go get me this, when you were younger you didn’t even realize this was happening. People just told you that you were helpful and kind-hearted. Your uncle knew though, and used it to his advantage.

One of your favorite songs played ever so softly next to you from a small speaker while you worked in the lab. The only light was a desk lamp over your workstation. It was in the early hours of the morning, so you had to be quiet to not bring suspicions to your project. You sang gently to yourself as you squeezed a drop of blood onto a microscope sheet and then put your work-in-progress anti-serum serum over the top of it. You brought your eyes to the scope, examining what was happening within the red and white blood cells.

The sound was hardly noticeable but still caused you to freeze up. Slowly, you straighten your posture and turn around. Your hand shut off the music as you listened intensely, but only the sound of your heartbeat was in your ears.

Finally, a dark figure appeared in the small ring of light around you. Your eyes widened and you took a step backward in fear, knocking over the stool in the process. In front of you stood a tall man with dark, long hair and a face covered by a mask. You wouldn’t have recognized him if it weren’t for the silver, metal arm that hung from his shoulder.

Your uncle told you stories of him, you’ve read about him and yet, still didn’t think he was real.

The winter soldier.

“I know who you are.” You choked out, embarrassed by how small your voice sounded. He didn’t move, didn’t blink, you could have sworn you saw his head tilt ever so slightly.

“Did you come here to kill my uncle?” Your voice hardly came out as a whisper. As terrified as you were for your own life then, you hoped he would say yes.

The winter soldier nodded.

“Did you do it?” You asked.

He nodded again.

You felt relief flood over you. You were free. Your body let go of a weight that you didn’t know was attached to you as the confirmation settled in your mind.

“Thank you.” You whispered, half to the mysterious assassin before you, and half to the universe.

He raised a pointer finger and seemed to aim it directly behind you. You glanced back at your work and then back at him.

“What am I doing?” You asked.

He only responded with a nod. A man of few words, you thought.

You sighed. Oddly enough, he was the inspiration behind it. He, you, and all the other people your careless uncle killed trying to create the “perfect” soldier.

“I’m trying to fix it. Fix us.” You responded grimly.

Your attention is fixed now on his eyes. His blue and enticing eyes seemed to sparkle with some emotion that was hard to place as he looked at the table and then back at you. The winter soldier hesitated it seemed. Looking at your work, then you, down at his hand, then back up again. You were scared he was going to kill you for even being a witness. But he didn’t. He took a few steps backward, disappearing out of the light and into the dark before he swiftly left the lab.

You let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. The fear of coming close to death exited your body like an exorcism. Your legs wobbled as you caught yourself on the workbench. What were you going to do now? You were free. Free from your uncle's grasp, and the experiments, you could leave the house. Hell, you could move states. You turned around and looked at your work. Seeing that your current antidote failed, you sighed in defeat and gathered up your notebook. You would- no, needed- to finish this. But it could wait. Now, you were going to take everything you had and discover a new life for yourself.

If one thing hadn’t changed, it was that you still worked late into the night. By textbook definition, you were a night owl. It was hard to get to sleep and stay asleep with your mind constantly reeling with thoughts. You were just coming back from a run around the compound at 1:30 am. The Avengers compound was so peaceful at night. The gentle sounds of the water and the humming of crickets were your favorite.

Water from the kitchen was the first place you wanted to go. When you opened the fridge you spotted a few Gatorades. You knew they were Clint’s, he had explicitly told you not to touch them. However, Clint was gone for the week, visiting his family. That was plenty of time to cover up your crimes.

You headed back to the lab, having thought of another formula to scribble down while on your run. To your surprise, the light to your lab was on. None other than your boss, Tony Stark, was flipping through one of your sketchbooks. It wasn’t a surprise to find him snooping through your drawings. You and he were collaborating on a prosthetic contraption for his friend Rhodes. It was odd to see him here this late, however.

“Burning the midnight oil, Mr.Stark? Now you’re taking after me.” You teased while leaning in the doorway.

Tony looked up at you and gave you a crooked grin.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

To you, it wasn’t just an expression. Your photographic memory stood out to Tony the first day you met. He called you Sherlock Holmes because of your ability to memorize and analyze every single detail of a picture while only seeing it for one second. The real reason Tony had hired you was because he was fascinated with you and your fathers' research. He agreed to fund your research in its entirety as long as he got to slap a stark label on it when it was finished.

“I’m liking these designs, kid.” He pointed to the paper at one drawing in particular.

“How quickly do you think you could whip up a prototype for this one?”

You walked over to him and peered over his shoulder. You hummed in thought.

“A carbon fiber prototype, a couple of days. But a functioning one I would need about 3 weeks if I halted my other projects.”

Tony tapped his fingers against his chin and nodded. He hadn’t taken his eyes off your designs for the entirety of the conversation.

“That’s great. Yeah, that’s perfect. Get a prototype of these put together for me would ya?”

You brought your fingers to your forehead and saluted him.

“You’re the boss.”

Tony smiled at you, placing a hand on your shoulder before heading for the door.

“Tony!” You called after him which caused him to halt and face you.

“Why did you actually come down here?” You asked. You could sense it, there was something that he wanted to say but either changed his mind or couldn’t gather the courage.

“Your uncle worked with super soldiers, right?” He asked. You were shocked by the unexpected question and suddenly nervous. Nobody on the team knew you had some variant of the serum coursing through you. It was part of the reason you worked out at night when everyone was asleep. So nobody could see the obvious above-average strength that you carried

“He was fascinated by them, yes.” You finally replied. “He tried many times to recreate the serum but failed.”

“Are you trying to recreate it?”

Your heart nearly stopped beating and your face went ghostly white at the question. Tony pulled out one of your older notebooks from behind his back. It was the one you used for antidote equations.

“Please give that back.” You asked quietly.

“I was looking for your research on the medicines, because I’m allowed to do that since I fund your whole project, and I came across that. I didn’t mean to, but now that I have I’m concerned.”

“No, it’s not like that. I was…” you were scared to admit it. You were scared that the truth might slip up and come out. You weren’t ready for that to happen just yet.

“I was trying to figure out how to reverse it.” You finally admitted, avoiding eye contact with Tony.

Tony looked deep in thought at the book for a moment before tossing it back in your direction. You caught it with ease by the spine.

“You are one of the smartest people I’ve ever met.”

That was his way of leaving the conversation. Your heart swelled with pride at the compliment as you looked at the book. Maybe it was time to start looking into this once again.

The next morning the compound was alive and buzzing with commotion. Unfortunately, because you were often late going to bed you were also late to rise. It was unusual for you to get out of bed before 10:00 am. It was a good thing your boss was generous.

You often worked with the Avengers in your lab. Over the short few years there developing your father's research you accidentally created an ointment that could heal any external superficial wounds. Punctures, scrapes, and lacerations, all of which happen to be occupational hazards for the enhanced superhumans. They were fully stocked with the ointment in the med bay but, for some reason, they liked to bother you more.

Natasha was drinking a coffee and reading a book at the island in the kitchen when you strolled in still in your pajamas, looking for what scraps were left of breakfast.

“Good morning, y/n.” She spoke smoothly.

“Morning.” You yawned, picking up a cold piece of bacon off the plate and began munching.

“What’s with all the commotion?”

Natasha set down her book and turned her attention fully towards you.

“New recruit. A friend from Steve’s childhood.”

“Steve’s childhood?” You asked, astonished. “Isn’t he, like, 100 years old?”

Natasha hummed a chuckle. “Yes, he is. We’re having a meeting to discuss it, I’m sure Tony wouldn’t mind if you sat in.”

“Oh, no,” you responded quickly to the offer. “I gotta get to work. I’m sure I’ll run into him at some point.”

Natasha smiled and stood up as a way of saying goodbye. You smiled at her as well before taking your breakfast to go towards your lab.

You rounded the corner and stopped in the doorway, noticing a young teenager standing in the lab. He must have heard you because he whipped around and looked at you wide-eyed and surprised.

“Hi, um, I’m Peter. Mr. Stark told me to wait here for you.”

You chuckled at the awkwardness of his stance and speech as you walked into the room.

“Hi Peter, I’m y/n. I’ve heard about you, you’re the spider kid, right?” You asked, noticing that he had been flipping through the notebooks you left open on the table.

“Yeah, um, spiderman, actually.”

You smiled at him. Tony told you about a genius superhero kid he wanted to recruit. Tony called you kid, and being 26 you definitely weren’t. You just didn’t expect this recruit to actually be a kid. You did some research into him. Even gained access to his school transcripts. He was a wickedly smart kid, particularly in science. You were looking forward to meeting him.

“When Tony discovered you, he asked me to look into how you get around. Your webs.” You remarked.

Peter looked down at his wrists briefly before returning his gaze to you.

“What about them?”

You smirked a little.

“Do you think we could play around with them?”

About an hour and a half later you and Peter had created a mess of your lab. Webbing was hung in every corner. Different colored webbing strands caused your lab to look like an entire case of silly string had exploded.

When Tony walked into the lab, you and Peter were hanging in bunk bed-styled web hammocks, Peter asking you questions about his chemistry homework while you scribbled down some notes on one of the high-tech tablets.

Both your attention turned to your boss and then you looked at each other. Tony sighed, bringing his hand to the bridge of his nose and pinching it out of frustration.

“I should have known. Alright, y/n get back to work. Peter, you’re with me.”

Peter's face was bright red after being scolded by Tony. You were used to it. He never punished you really, he knew you’d get your work done. Once Peter had left, you looked around the room at all the webbing strung everywhere. Peter said it would dissolve over time, but how long would that be?

When you got to work on the prototype, time flew by. Your lab door remained closed while blasting all your favorite music. Tony had stopped by around dinner to bring you a plate and let you say goodbye to Peter before you continued in your work trance. The next time you checked to see what time it was, it was just after midnight.

You took a moment to admire your work. Surprisingly, you’d gotten most of it done in record time. You decided you would take a break to go for a run and then stay up the rest of the night to finish it. You would sleep when it was completed.

You had taken the long route on your run after deciding you would stay up to finish the project. You picked a trail through the trees, enjoying all the crisp earthy smells that entered your lungs. The moon was bright enough outside that you didn’t need a flashlight. You took the time to have FRIDAY read you the information available to you about the new recruit. You discovered there were a lot of information files that you didn’t have access to. You didn’t have a high clearance since you weren’t a world-saving Avenger, but it still piqued your interest.

Once you returned from your run, you decided the best way to wake yourself up was a cold shower and a shot of espresso. You’d need the small extra boost of energy to power through. While you waited for the coffee to brew, a noise drew your attention.

Your brain never allows you to forget a face. The photographic memory always brings a picture to the front of your mind. This picture brought back a feeling of fear and dread. Those eyes, those captivating blue eyes, and the long, dark hair. It was him. The man that terrified you, but spared your life.

“Um,” he spoke, drawing your attention from the depths of your mind back to the dark kitchen.

“Your coffee?”

You looked back to the espresso machine that was spilling out onto the drip tray below. You cursed to yourself as you quickly put a cup underneath the spouts.

“Sorry, you just… startled me.”

You hesitated on how to continue the sentence. Surely he remembered you, right? Probably not. The winter soldier had been around for decades.

It now made sense how he could be Steve’s childhood friend.

He threw a half-hearted smile your way while sitting down at one of the bar stools.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting anybody to be up this late.” He spoke quietly. You examined him for a moment. Broad shoulders and a long-sleeve shirt with a pair of gloves hid his arms, the real tell sign he was the winter soldier. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he was just a normal guy who got cold. Or maybe he had eczema. But those eyes, you could never forget those eyes.

“Nobody usually is. I can just never get my mind to shut off long enough to sleep.” You admitted, throwing back the shot of espresso. Your face twisted up at the extreme bitterness as you turned around to rinse out the glass.

You heard him chuckle a little.

“I understand more than you think. But it doesn’t look like you’re trying to sleep, either.”

It was your turn to hum a small, amused chuckle in response.

“No, Stark’s got me on a project and I’m almost finished. I’m just going to pull an all-nighter.”

While you were watching him, the way he moved and talked, he seemed gentle. He was trying his best to make himself seem smaller than he actually was. It was odd, this was the same man that was in front of you that day but with an entirely different demeanor. What was once rigid and intimidating was now gentle and enticing. You still couldn't get past the whole murderous assassin thing, if it weren't for that you would be enjoying the company of an attractive man.

“Really? What do you do?” He asked.

Your work was your passion. It’s all you wanted to do. Create medicines and machines to help people. Naturally, your face lit up as you spoke.

“I’m a biomedical engineer. Tony is funding my fathers' research on personalized medicines. What I do is I take a scan of your brain and body, then it gives me a series of equations to create the perfectly chemically balanced medicine for you. They were only successful once with a volunteer's allergies, but I’m hopeful it will expand.”

His face lit up slightly while watching you go on a tangent. His gaze softened and a smile crept up to his lips.

“You look awfully young to be this far in your career.” He commented.

“And you look awfully young to be 100.” You snapped back subconsciously. Realizing what had just come out of your unfiltered mouth, you gasped and clamped a hand over your mouth.

“I am so sorry.”

He chuckled from where he was in his seat and shook his head back and forth.

“No, don’t apologize. That was good.”

“I have a photographic memory.” You blurted out before you could embarrass yourself further.

“I’m somewhat of a genius, by technical standards I suppose.”

“That’s very lucky. Your father must be proud.” He hummed.

“He would be.”

Your heart sank a little. You knew your father would have been proud of you. Especially with everything you’ve been through. Truthfully, you didn’t feel your gift was luck. It was forced upon you. Not that you weren’t grateful to be smart, it just wasn’t something you would have chosen willingly. A gift laced with guilt and shame. It was part of the reason you wanted to create an antidote. Just in case there was part of you that wanted to go back to simpler things, and maybe that would be available to him one day as well.

The man seemed to notice the past tense of the phrase you used and frowned a little. It was obvious he tried to switch topics very quickly.

“So, what are you working on with Tony?”

You were grateful to be off that topic, happily jumping to the next one.

“We’re working on some prosthetics for Rhodes. I’m going to use the brain scanning technology to try and create an external neurotransmitter system that will allow him to have full function of his limbs as if they were never injured. All, with a sleek design that would be practically undetectable when worn underneath clothing.”

He stared at you for a moment, his eyes wide and bright as a smile formed on his lips.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman as extraordinary as you.”

You felt a heat rise to your face that you quickly dismissed with a wave of the hand. On one side of the coin, that compliment nearly made your heart jump from your chest. On the other, he was still the world's most notorious super soldier assassin. And he was acting like he didn’t know you. Or perhaps, didn’t remember?

“There’s this great running trail through the trees. If you go down to the training center and out the east door it’ll lead you right to it. It’s usually what I do when I can’t sleep.” You offered, deciding it was best that you got back to your work as quickly as possible.

The man’s face lit up once again as he looked out the windows and then back in your direction.

“That sounds great, actually. I’ll do that. Thank you, um…” he paused, looking to you for confirmation of your name.

“Y/n.” You realized you had gone through that entire conversation not introducing yourselves. You had remembered his name from the file and just assumed he knew you. You aren’t an Avenger so it was a silly thing to assume.

“And it’s James, right?”

“Yeah, James. But you can call me Bucky.” Bucky replied, standing up from his chair.

“Bucky it is then. It was nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself.

“I’ll see you around, Y/n.”

Your feelings were conflicted the entire time you continued to work on the project. You enjoyed the conversation and enjoyed his company. Truthfully if you didn’t need to get back to work you could have talked to him all night. If it weren’t for the damn fact that you could remember his face. The Winter Soldier. Of course, you would find yourself attracted to him.

“Fuck me.” You grumbled.

After what felt like hours of working, you took a step back to look at the wire-covered model on the mannequin in front of you. You smiled gently. It was exactly how you had drawn it. And, to make it easier on yourself, you had created it in a way that if Tony liked it you could start right away on the actual model. You looked down at your watch to check the time.

8:27 am.

Well, it’s not the longest you’ve stayed up, but it certainly is the longest in months. You exited your lab and made your way down the maze of hallways. The unfamiliar sound of chatter made itself present as you approached the kitchen for a snack before heading to bed.

You rounded the corner, the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows blinding you. The white noise of conversation stopped and by the time your eyes adjusted to the light, you discovered everyone was staring at you.

“What?” You asked, picking up an apple off the counter.

“It’s 8:30 am,” Steve commented from his place at the stove, flipping pancakes.

“Thanks, captain obvious.” You grumbled before taking a bite of the apple.

Snickers broke out in the group before Natasha spoke up next.

“You’re never up this early.”

“That’s because I haven’t gone to bed yet.” You smiled as the group broke off into another fit of laughter. You noticed Bucky sitting off to the side, somewhat isolated but still close enough to engage in conversation. He smiled at you gently, which you returned.

“If anyone sees Tony tell him my prototype is complete. But from me, good morning, good afternoon, and goodnight.”

A symphony of different farewells followed you from the group as you made your way to your room. You didn’t bother to change, falling asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow.

Bucky hadn’t stopped thinking about you from the moment he met you. From the moment he saw you, there was a pull. He felt it in his heart like a magnet.

While he and Steve were throwing around the shield on the front lawn, he asked questions about you. What did you do during the day, where was your lab, and what were you like to be around? Steve answered all the questions with a mischievous smile.

“Leave it to you to get the hots for a girl on your first day.” Steve teased.

Bucky laid in bed thinking about it. He thought about your face, how familiar you looked. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the face you made whenever you first laid eyes on him in the kitchen. The face of someone who had met the winter soldier. For the life of him, he just couldn’t remember where.

There was no way he was sleeping. Not for a while at least, if at all. He got up and got dressed in some workout clothes. He figured he would take this opportunity to ask you to go on a run, and maybe get to know you better.

He knew he was screwed when he started to wonder what you would think of his outfit. He changed his shirt twice before grumpily giving up. Using the instructions Steve had given him on how to get to your lab, he was off on his quest. A pep in his step and a nervous flutter in his stomach.

Your lab was at the end of a hallway, the wall lined with glass windows and a glass door so he could see what you were doing. He watched you sway to the music while you tinkered with some wires on the table. He looked at the prototype on the mannequin's legs and smiled. You really did work fast.

As he approached the closed door he could hear the music playing. It sounded familiar to him, but he wasn’t sure why. He slowly opened the glass door but it was obvious you didn’t hear him because you didn’t look up. You kept singing along to the song playing.

I finished my mission. Eliminate Harold L/n and leave no witnesses. It was quite easy, an unmarried man in an estate too large for his own good. Nobody would miss him.

As I was heading back to the exit, I heard a soft voice talking. No, not talking, singing. I growled in annoyance. Of course, someone was here at this ungodly hour of the night, why wouldn’t they be? It was just my luck.

I followed the gentle sounds of the song down a flight of stairs to what looked like an unused basement. To my right, I saw a faint yellow light coming from the window in one of the doors. I slowly approached, opened the door, and slipped inside.

As I approached, I noticed it was a woman. She had heard me because the music shut off and she looked around frantically. She hadn’t seen me yet, but she already looked terrified of getting caught.

I stepped into the light and made eye contact with her. Big, round, beautiful e/c eyes staring back at me. The fear turned into recognition. What she said to me took me by surprise.

“I know who you are.”

She knows me? How could a scientist have known who I was? It was more likely she was in on the serum recreation. She probably had to learn about me and study me.

“Did you come here to kill my uncle?”

Her uncle, great. Family member as a witness. Let’s hope his brother isn’t around anymore.

I nodded in response to her question.

“Did you do it?” She asked again, her voice coming out with a twinge of desperation. Confused by her question, I simply nodded again.

Then, she did something unexpected. Her whole body relaxed like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and she thanked me. She thanked me. It nearly made me tear up hearing those words. It has been a very very long time since anybody has shown me gratitude. Especially for killing their relatives. I was even more confused now about how she knew who I was. Was she forced to research the serum? Was that what she was doing now? Surely not, not this late anyway.

I pointed to the work behind her and she accepted my action as the question I was trying to ask.

“I’m trying to fix it. Fix us.”

I was left with more questions than answers. There were probably a million different things that she could be talking about. My mind held out hope that one was true; the serum. And us, made me think she had it too.

I looked down at my gun, then back at the woman. If HYDRA found out I had left a witness, there’s no telling what would become of me. Although, something deep inside of me pulled for her to survive, to spare her. In the small chance, it was the serum she was trying to reverse, I needed to let her live. So despite direct orders, I left.

“Earth to Bucky!”

Y/n’s voice brought Bucky back to reality. The memory had hit him like a truck. The song you were listening to triggered the memory back into his brain. He was right, you had known him. Why didn’t you say anything?

“Huh, what?” Bucky responded to your attempt at grabbing his attention.

“I said are you okay, do you need something? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You were sitting in your rolling chair, arms across your chest as you watched him, your head tilted.

“No, I’m good. I forgot why I came here actually. Goodnight.” Bucky said to you as he tried to leave the room as quickly as possible. He had hardly let you get out the words good night before shutting the door and disappearing into the compound.

For the last half hour, you had been thinking about how odd Bucky had acted. He came to your lab, opened the door, then changed his mind and left. In truth, it disrupted your thoughts so much that you had to stop and take a break from work.

You made your way down to the training center, preparing your headphones for your run through the trees. Had to take advantage of the moon being at its peak.

Once you entered the training room you noticed a familiar figure at the punching bags. There was one already broken and seeping sand on the floor. You swallowed as you approached, hoping to catch his attention before you got there.

“Bucky?” You asked, but he kept going.

You walked around to his left side, standing to the side. Now there was no way he could use the excuse of not hearing you.

“Bucky.” You said but got ignored again.

Now frustrated, you shifted your positioning so you were now looking him in the eyes while he wailed into the punching bag. Frustration boiled inside of you. So much, so that while he was in the drawback of one of his punches, you stuck your hand out and caught him before it hit the bag.

Your hand stung as it collided with the hard surface underneath his boxing wrap. Instinctively you brought your hand to your stomach and held onto it.

“Holy shit that hurt.” You hissed as you doubled over and favored your hand.

You looked up at Bucky and saw the shocked expression on his face as he stared at you.

“You couldn’t have worn a short sleeve shirt or something? Shit.” You flicked your hand to try and shake the pain away.

“How did you do that?” He asked. You looked at him, making strong eye contact as your heart began to beat out of your chest.

“I used to do jujitsu.” You attempted to explain.

“That wasn’t jujitsu, you stopped my metal arm mid-swing. How did you do that?” Bucky started to get more demanding. You hadn’t told anyone you had the serum, you wouldn't let anybody here figure that out. So to avoid that conversation, you turned to walk away.

“That’s not important. I was going to invite you on a run but you can forget about that now.” You said sassily.

“I’m sorry I was just-“ Bucky started, watching you walk away from him. “Wait, please.”

The command triggered the obedience in your mind, causing you to become frustrated. Although, you were good at working around it. He said to wait, he didn’t say for how long. So you only stopped for a second before you kept walking.

“Stop walking away and talk to me, y/n,” Bucky called after you again.

Your feet stopped moving before your brain could even register the sentence. This time you couldn’t work your way around it. The command was direct and specific. No trying to cheat the system now. You turned around sassily, standing with your weight on your dominant foot.

“What?” You responded dryly.

“How did you do that?” He asked, a slightly demanding tone to his voice.

“It’s not your business.” You responded quickly.

“Be honest with me please y/n.”

You fought with the internal motive within your body. You struggled not to outright admit to it. Usually, you could control your own verbal choices with a little mental override effort.

“You once told me that you were trying to fix us. Do you have the serum?”

Your heart nearly dropped out of your chest.

“You remember.” You marveled.

“I didn’t until earlier. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry, I assumed you remembered.”

It wasn’t until Bucky brought his hands up to his hair that you noticed the blood-stained boxing wraps around his knuckles.

“You’re bleeding.” You commented, taking a step towards him.

“And you’re a super soldier!” He spat out the words like they were poison.

You stormed up to him, inches from his face with fire coming out of your ears. You brought up an accusing finger in warning.

“Shut up. You don’t speak another word of this. Nobody else knows. I wanted to keep it that way.”

You didn’t consider yourself a threatening person, but Bucky’s eyes widened as he nodded with understanding. The little bit of power you felt in that moment was an ego boost. You reached down and grabbed him by the wrist to guide him back to your lab.

Once you were there, you shut and locked the door behind you.

“Sit.” You commanded him. He obeyed, taking a seat in the rolling stool as he watched you walk around your lab to gather an ointment and a wet towel.

You sat down in front of him and unwrapped his knuckles. It was clear that he started without his fists wrapped and then decided to halfway through.

“Yes. My uncle used me as a test subject for his version of the serum.” You explained while cleaning the area of the wound for him.

I opened the ointment jar and pulled out a generous amount.

“This shouldn’t hurt, but it might tingle slightly.” You warned.

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

You began applying a thin layer to his cracked knuckles as you explained.

“An ointment I accidentally created. It heals pretty much all superficial wounds within minutes.”

Bucky was silent as he watched you work. Once you were done, he watched his knuckles carefully. It began to generate a dull tingle on the edges of the cracks. He watched as the small cracks in his skin began to mend and heal before his eyes.

His eyes returned to yours with a look of amazement.

“That’s incredible.”

“Thank you.” You responded while trying to clean up after yourself.

“Your uncle… What was he trying to change with the serum?” Bucky asked.

It was difficult for you to decide whether or not to tell him. You hardly knew him, but something inside of you wanted someone to confide in. If anyone was going to understand it was going to be him. You thought about opening up to Steve, but he was always so busy. This was a huge secret that you didn’t want to get out.

“It was a long time ago.”

“You might be the only person that understands me.” Bucky said quietly, Causing you to turn around and look at him. His face was lost, almost puppy dog-like. You could almost see the desperation in his blue eyes. He held out his hand for you to take. You hesitated, wanting to reach out but that part of you so long ago kept your hand restrained.

“I’m sorry, for everything,” Bucky whispered, the look on his face sincere.

“I promise I won’t hurt you. That’s not me anymore. If you could spare me a bit of your time, I’ll prove it to you.”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart ache for the man in front of you. It was clear to you that maybe he needed someone to confide in as much as you did. You reached your hand out and took his.

Bucky looked relieved, his head dropping to look at his lap as he squeezed your hand.

“Thank you.”

You pulled up a stool to sit in front of him, preparing to lay out your biggest secret to him.

“My uncle wanted to create a serum that would allow him to control armies of soldiers without having to use brainwashing. His serum would make them obedient to a fault so that they wouldn’t know what they were doing was wrong in the first place.”

You could see the fear in his eyes when he asked;

“Did it work?”

“Well, I only got about 75% of the strength, but for some reason, the serum made me extremely smart. It’s what gave me a photographic memory.” You explained.

“What about the obedience?” He seemed to be the most concerned about that bit. From what you could guess, he was worried that it would have been successful.

“It didn’t work entirely.” You were hesitant to explain out of fear it could be used against you. “I can control it most of the time. Find ways around it but, a direct command is a direct command. And my body won’t let me ignore it.”

Bucky’s face dropped into devastation. Truthfully, you had never seen anybody look more distraught.

“In the training center when I told you to stop,”

“No,” you jumped at the chance to interrupt him before he could continue.

“Don’t-“

“I am so sorry.” He looked genuinely upset.

“Don’t apologize to me Bucky, you had no idea.”

“No, y/n, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

He met your eyes, an intense seriousness to them. You remembered at that moment that the winter soldier was controllable by whoever said the code. Why had you thought he would use it against you? If anything, he was the only one who understood what you were going through.

Bucky stood up and began to pace the room. You could almost see the thoughts gathering together in his mind.

“I promise you, that will never happen again. I’m going to make sure that never happens to you again.”

“Nobody else knows about this. Not even Tony, please don’t tell anybody.” You begged.

“Nobody is going to know.” He snapped in such a serious tone that it surprised you.

The room filled with a silence that was neither comforting nor awkward. You looked down at your hands while Bucky was standing off somewhere in the room. You were going to have to get over this irrational fear of being around him. You from years ago would need to let go of everything because you now needed a friend, and The Winter Soldier might just be your unlikely friend.

After gathering some courage, you stood up from your chair, catching Bucky’s attention. He turned to face you and looked at you expectantly. You slowly walked towards him until you were only a few feet apart. You held your breath as you pulled him towards you and entrapped him in a hug. He hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around you and gave you a gentle squeeze.

It was comforting to feel his heart racing just as badly as yours was. You finally let go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Thank you for listening.” You whispered.

A hum vibrated around inside Bucky’s rib cage before he replied;

“Thank you for trusting me.”

It had been a little over three weeks since you started the Rhodes project and you were between a rock and a hard place. Each day was another attempt and each day a new failure. You had stopped sleeping, and even skipped meals to ensure you had extra time to work on the project. Due to the heightened abilities of your mind, the lack of sleep affected you differently. Was it healthy, probably not. Could you still function? Yes.

Bucky often came to sit with you and visit you. He would try his best to understand what you were trying to do, even trying to help where he could. But most of the time, he would bring you meals, and the two of you would just sit and enjoy conversations.

Other times, he knew that he could get some alone time away from the other Avengers if he needed it. It didn’t happen often, but when it did he just sat in the corner and read books trying to catch up on the last few decades.

Unfortunately, the last couple of days most of the Avengers were out on a mission so you hadn’t had a lot of company. You worked endlessly trying to figure out where you were going wrong. The last few days blended and you couldn’t recall the last time you had slept.

While making yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, Tony strolled in for the morning. He stopped in his tracks when he laid eyes on you.

“You look like shit, Sherlock.” He remarked.

You rolled your eyes a little, being sleep deprived made you a little irritable.

“Thank you, that’s great to hear.”

“When’s the last time you slept?” Tony asked.

You stayed silent, looking down at your coffee as you aimlessly stirred it around.

“Y/n-“

“I’m really close, I can feel it!” You protested.

“Go to sleep, right now. Go to your room and sleep.” Tony instructed.

You felt your heart tighten in disappointment slightly. You knew that Tony wasn’t upset, he cared about you just like the rest of his staff. No matter how badly you wanted to stay up and finish your project, you had to listen.

With your head hung low, you left the kitchen and walked towards the hallway where the bedrooms were. You had only made it about halfway down the hallway before a hand caught your arm.

You looked up to meet the eyes of Bucky who was looking down at you with a sad expression.

“Do you want to?”

“What?” You questioned, your body subconsciously trying to slowly pry itself away from his grasp to go to your room.

“Do you want to go to sleep?” He said again more gently this time.

You sighed.

“I need to, but no. I am frustrated that I can’t figure this out.”

Bucky bit his bottom lip like he was deep in thought.

“I have an idea that might be able to help you. But after that, you really should get some sleep. You look tired, doll.”

You smiled at him and nodded, excited for what his idea might be.

“Do you want to go back to your lab?” He asked.

“Yes, I do.” You responded.

Bucky had kept his promise to help you have control of your actions. You had noticed he changed his wording around you. He carefully chose his words so that he was never directly instructing you. Whatever he did, he always left you a choice. You also decided that if you were ever doing something you didn’t want to do, he had to ask permission first to redirect your mind. It was a sweet gesture. You never had to implement it until now.

“Then get back to your lab.” He said with a cheeky smile.

The two of you walked back to your lab, careful as to not be seen by Tony as you ran for the elevator. Once you were in your lab, you locked the door and asked Friday to dim the windows so nobody could see inside.

“Alright,” you turned eagerly towards him. “What is this thing to help me?”

Bucky gave me a weak smile as he began to take off his jacket, revealing a short sleeve shirt underneath. For as long as you had known him, he always wore a long sleeve shirt or a jacket. He never let his metal arm show out of fear of making others uncomfortable. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about asking him to look at it for your project, but that thought only crossed your mind once.

“I thought that maybe you could look at my arm and it might push you in the direction you need to go.”

A wide and bright smile covered your face at his gesture. The vulnerability he was showing you right now caused a new light to shine down on him. He trusted you, and you weren't going to break that now.

“Let's try it! Sit down on the chair, please.” You instructed.

Bucky nodded, walking over to one of the rolling chairs and taking a seat. You approached him and took his metal hand in yours. You ran your fingers up the cold, smooth material until you hit the sleeve of his shirt. You looked at the cotton fabric and then sideways at Bucky who met your gaze. You were embarrassed to ask, but you needed to see the full piece. You avoided his eye contact and felt a heat rise to your face as you asked.

“Could you take this off for me?”

Bucky smirked a little as he grabbed at his shirt and easily slid it off his torso. “I usually wait until someone’s bought me dinner first.”

A burning heat rose to your face at the comment and you grumbled a curse word at him playfully. It was hard to ignore that he was a lot more muscular than you first thought. As awful as it sounds, you forced yourself not to stare.

Your hand slid up the smooth metal of his arm and felt all the moving pieces and joints. Considering how long ago this was created, the technology was seriously impressive.

“I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder, is that okay?”

You asked and he nodded in response.

You gently placed the palm of your left hand on the scarred area where metal met flesh. You felt your heartstrings tug slightly in sadness for what he went through. You pushed away that feeling and kept working. You held his arm in different positions and instructed him to stretch his fingers and then make a fist. Your right hand slid down the metal arm and you took his hand in yours while keeping your left hand on his shoulder. “Squeeze my hand please.” You instructed. Bucky gave your hand a gentle squeeze. When you were satisfied, you moved the placement of your left hand and asked him to squeeze again. He followed your instructions.

You pulled your hands back and looked at him. He had an unfamiliar look on his face. A combination of a soft smile and wondrous eyes.

“What?” You asked, suddenly feeling bashful underneath his blue gaze.

“I just love watching you work.” Bucky shrugged.

A head radiated on your face that you had to shove aside to move on to the next step in the process.

“Would you mind going into the scanner? It'll only take 5 minutes.”

He looked back at the machine and then back at me with a hesitant look.

“I’ll be there the whole time.” You reassured him.

Bucky looked up at you with a soft smile and a nod. You opened the glass door to the scanning machine and gestured for him to step inside. He followed instructions, standing in the center of the machine while the door slid closed. You made sure he could still see you through the glass door while you pulled up the computer and booted up the system. The machine first took his height, weight, and BMI, and logged it into his profile. While it was scanning him, you filled in the physical descriptions for the volunteer applicant notes.

You kept an eye on the scanning program while filling out the form. As the scan developed you noticed something that forced you to flip over to his scan. Abnormalities in the prefrontal lobe and hippocampus, the two main regions of the brain that store memory.

His scans were almost completed when you started to notice something. The machine took a scan of the internal structure of his metal arm as well as the outside. You zoomed in on the components within the mechanism. You noticed the way that the nerves of his arm connected to the wiring of the arm. It was a sloppy job, you could have done so much better.

While staring intensely at the screen, you noticed something within the wiring and connections that gave you an idea for your project. As your brain was processing the information you were seeing, Bucky exited the scanner and walked over to you by the computer. He leaned down over your shoulder to get a closer look.

“Woah, is that me? That’s pretty cool.”

He noticed your intense staring at the computer with a look of shocked realization on your face. “Are you okay?”

“That’s it.” You whispered.

“What’s it?” Bucky asked, trying to get you to say your thoughts aloud.

“That’s it that's exactly what I needed!” Your excitement and joy were obvious in the tone of your voice. You looked over at Bucky who met you with a smile as equally excited as yours.

“I could kiss you! Oh my gosh, thank you!” You raved as you scrambled for a tablet to write down all the thoughts in your brain.

Bucky chuckled and straightened his posture.

“Don’t let me stop you.”

Instincts took over as you rolled onto your toes and pressed your lips onto Buckys. He was too shocked to react before you pulled away from him with a smirk on your face. His face was red with a growing smile creeping its way onto them.

“Did I do that?” he asked, scared he might have made you do something you didn’t want to do.

“No.” You responded with a sweet smile.

“I did.”

A smile filled with adoration appeared on his face as he looked at you. Bucky leaned down and kissed your lips again. His lips were slightly chapped and the stubble on his face tickled your chin. He tasted sweet and minty, leaving you wanting more as he pulled away.

“I’ll cover for you while you work.” Bucky offered before placing another quick kiss on your lips. He headed for the door, grabbing and putting on his shirt on before reaching the handle.

“I thought I had to go to sleep?” You questioned.

Bucky paused halfway through the door and turned to face you.

“We both know you’re not going to sleep until it’s done.

Your project was complete and fully functional. It felt like you had just climbed mount everest for this accomplishment, but it was done.

You left your lab in the late evening, sleep finally catching up to you. You entered the common room from the elevator and noticed most of the Avengers watching a movie in the living room. You made a lazy attempt at greeting your friends.

“Y/n,” Tony called which stopped you in your tracks.

“I told you to go to bed six hours ago.” He commented, checking his watch for the time.

“You did.” You agreed.

“The prosthetic is done, by the way. Now I’m going to sleep.”

You dismissed yourself from the conversation, but not before making eye contact with Bucky who sat next to Steve on the couch. He smirked a little and gave you a wink. You reciprocated it before continuing to make your way toward your bedroom. Before you shut the door, you heard Tony say;

“Did you have something to do with this, Barnes?”

Part 1/2

A/N

I would love to take inspiration from readers any put them into stories and shorts! Please don’t hesitate to message me directly or use my ask inbox! 💜💜

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scarfacemarston · 1 month

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Writing for Bucky

Hey all! I've been trying to branch out from my usual writings and wanted to give Bucky his own post. I've had tons of prompts for him that I've shared on my blog if anyone wants to check on the Bucky x reader tag. I write Meta and HC. Don't be shy. Fluff, Angst, anything works. Any era of Bucky works, just let me know which one in the request! Unfortunately, I've only received one request for Bucky, but it gives you some idea of how I write!

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #winter soldier #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #captain america the first avenger #captain america civil war #captian america the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier #the winter soldier #sebastian stan

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beanxemily · 1 year

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Y/n: I still don't understand why we are trying to trap boobs?

Tony: For the last time, Cap said to set up booby traps so we're doing what he said!

▪︎▪︎▪︎ EXTRA▪︎▪︎▪︎

Cap: WHY ARE THERE BREAST LEVEL WIRES EVERYWHERE?

Y/n: They're booby traps :)

#male reader #female reader #gender neautral reader #gn reader #male.#fandom ships #marvel imagine #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #captian america #tony stark #iron man #steve rogers #x reader #x fem!reader #x male reader #x

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dreamtinblackandwhite · 2 months

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Writing Prompts

hello! here are a variety of dialogue prompts that I will either do if I'm feeling stuck OR you can request them!

Who I write for:

Robert Pattinson and/or characters

Chris Evans and/or characters

Sebastian Stan and/or characters

Timothee Chalamet and/or characters

MARVEL in general

DC in general

Criminal Minds

these all came from Pinterest, credits to the original owners.

little bit angsty/little bit sad:

"Did you really have to be that honest?"

"You make me feel so insecure."

"I still need you."

"Fine. You'll never see me again, okay?"

"Your eyes can be so cruel."

"I- I just want my life back!"

little fluffy:

"If you do that one more time, I will put my cold feet on you."

"You mumble in your sleep, you know, it's quite fascinating."

"You look perfect in this light?" "You mean the moonlight through the prison window?" "Exactly."

"Oh, come on, grumpy face, it will be fun!"

"Everyone should dance in the rain at least once in their lives."

"It's sort of adorable when you're angry." "Well, get ready because I'm about to be gorgeous."

"I trust you, it's okay."

little bit protective:

"Behind me. Now."

"Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to. I don't want you to see this."

"Don't you dare waste a single thought on me - just run, damnit, RUN!"

"Don't feel guilty, this is nothing compared to what I would happily endure to ensure your safety."

"You are everything worth saving, dear. It's all always been for you."

little bit smutty:

"Need help with that?"

"Say it again. Tell me how much you hate me now."

"Why so shy?"

"We shouldn't be doing this." "Then why are you stripping your own clothes off?"

"Are you trying to turn me on right now or are you really just that oblivious?"

"I think this is the first time I've hear you moan... it was like a fucking melody."

"You make one sound and I swear, I will walk away."

"Tell me to stop." "Never stop."

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fandomgirlz01 · 2 years

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Always Come For You Pt. 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

Imagine on my fandom Instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5720

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here (none yet... they will be coming soon)

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: August 22ed 2022

Post Time: 9:46 pm

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

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

This is the post that inspired this:

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!!

Steve’s Pov: *Flashback*

“War continues to ravage Europe, but help is on the way. Every able-bodied young man is lining up to serve his country. Even little Timmy is doing his part collecting scrap metal. Nice work Timmy!” The war ad before the movie plays.

“Nobody cares!” A guy shouts out from the front of the theater.

“Just play the movie!” he continues to shout as he throws his hand up.

“Hey, show some respect, won’t you?” I whisper out to the guy and he goes quiet as the ad plays on.

“Our brave boys are showing the axis that the price of our freedom is never too high.” The ad continues to play on with it now quiet.

“Let’s go! Get on with it!” he yells out again and I get angry.

“Hey, just start the cartoon!” he continues on as everyone just lets him.

“Hey, you wanna shut up?” I yell at him on my last straw as I lean forward.

“Together with allied forces, we’ll face any threat, no matter the size.” The ad plays on as the guy slowly stands up in front of me and glares at me.

Before I know it, we’re outside and I’m getting a punch to the face. I get back up, but he’s bigger than me so he easily throws another punch, making me fall to the ground again. I get back up using the wall and grab the lid to the trash cans that are next to me.

I hold the lid out like a shield, but he easily rips it from my hand and throws it to his side. He then turns back and throws another punch, making me stumble back against the wall. I stand back up and get into a fighting stance, ready to fight back.

“You just don’t know when to give up, do you?” he asks as he throws his arms up before letting them drop back to his side.

“I can do this all day,” I pant out as I get down, ready to fight him off.

I take one swing at him, but he quickly blocks it before throwing another punch to the other side. I go flying back to the floor and hit the trash cans on my way down.

“Hey!” I hear a familiar voice say as I take a moment, but I turn my head to see Bucky.

“Pick on someone your own size,” Bucky tells the guy as he walks backwards.

The guy then swings at Bucky and he dodges it before laying his own punch to the guy. I get up and lean over the trash, watching as Bucky kicks him in the butt and the guy goes running off.

“Sometimes I think you like getting punched,” Bucky jokes as he walks over to me.

“I had him on the ropes,” I responded as I flick my hand to get goop off of it.

“How many times is this?” Bucky asks as he bends over and picks up my recently failed enlistment slip.

“You're from Paramus now?” Bucky asks as he looks up from the slip and I don’t reply as I start to dust myself off.

“You know it’s illegal to lie on the enlistment form?” he asks as he looks at me.

“And seriously, Jersey?” he adds as I wipe at my nose before I finally look up at him to see him in uniform.

“You get your orders?” I ask as I continue to wipe my hands.

“The 107th. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow,” he affirms and I nod slowly.

“I should be going,” I state as I look down and rub my hands together one last time.

“Come on. Knucklehead,” Bucky chuckles out after a moment of silence before gripping my shoulder.

“It’s my last night. Y/n’s gonna clean ya up,” Bucky explains as he keeps his arm around me and we head outside of the alley.

“Why? Where are we going?” I ask as we continue to walk.

“The future,” he replies as he hands me a newspaper.

I look at it to see an ad for the world expansion of tomorrow. I shake my head and fold the paper back up before turning to him again.

“Is y/n going?” I ask and he shakes his head.

“Nope. I asked her. Said she had other plans. She’ll be leaving the house at maybe 6:30ish. Gives her time to help patch ya up,” Bucky explains as we start walking towards my house.

“But didn’t she just get off work?” I ask and he nods. “Maybe we shouldn’t bother her then,” I add on and Bucky chuckles.

“I know you don’t want to have her do it, but you know what she’ll say if I don’t bring you to her,” Bucky replies and I only nod in silent agreement.

“Well, come on. Hussle, buddy, we’re meeting the girls at seven,” he explains as he puts his arm around my neck again and pushes me forward slightly.

“What girls?” I ask him and he chuckles.

“I may or may not have found us dames to hang around for the night,” he admits with a grin and I roll my eyes.

We walked for quite a while before coming up to my mom's apartment. Instead of going to mine, Bucky knocks on the door across from us. We wait maybe five minutes before we hear y/n.

“Coming just a minute!” she shouts before the door swings open.

“Boys! Hi!” Y/n beams at us before her mouth falls into a frown as she looks at me over.

“Oh Stevie, did you win another fight?” she asks and I shake my head no as I grin.

“No. I lost again,” I uttered and she gave a ‘whatever’ motion with her hand.

“Awe, I really thought you’d win this time. I guess there’s always next time, bubs,” she mused with a smile and Bucky scoffs.

“Y/n, please don’t encourage it,” Bucky complains and y/n lets out a heavenly giggle.

“Bucky. I’m not encouraging anything, but the fact he’ll win,” she remarks and he rolls his eyes exasperatedly.

“That’s encouraging him to fight in the first place,” he remarks and she shrugs, making him roll his eyes.

“Well, come on. Gotta get you fixed up for that date,” she affirms as she grabs my hand and starts to pull me to her bathroom.

“Did ya at least get one punch in?” Y/n asks as she pushes me to sit on her toilet and starts to get her supplies she keeps for this exact reason.

“No.. he blocked it,” I murmur and she just smile at me.

“There’s always next time, bubs. I know you’ll get one in next time,” she reiterates what she said before.

“I heard that! Stop encouraging him to fight, y/n!” Bucky shouts from her living room.

“Oh! You heard no such thing!” she yells back before turning to me and putting a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet.

“I like your moxie, Steve. Keep it. Don’t ever lose it,” she tells me as she puts a hand on my cheek, rubbing it lightly before going back to cleaning my cuts.

“Did he tell you he tried to enlist again? Under another alias?” Bucky asks as he comes into the bathroom and leans on the door watching as she cleans at my lip.

“No. Steve? Did you?” she asks and I sigh before nodding.

“Stevie. I know you want to help, but please don’t do that. You could get caught. Then where would I be after you go away for it? Stuck with this pain in the neck… no, I really don’t think I could handle that…” she deadpans, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder at him and I laugh when Bucky’s face falls.

“Hey! I wouldn’t be so bad to be stuck with!” he proclaims, making me and y/n laugh.

“Sorry to tell you, Buck… but it’d be absolute torture. I need Steve more than you…” she jokes and he scoffs before shaking his head.

“Oh, stop being all in cahoots, you knuckleheads,” Bucky grumbles with a frown, making me and y/n laugh.

“Awe, Buck, I’m just ragging on you. That’s all,” y/n professes with another giggle.

“Ragging on me? No, no it doesn't work that way. I’m the one who’s always supposed to be ragging on you. Not the other way around,” Bucky explains and she giggles.

“Buck, it’s way above my pay grade to not be ragging on you,” y/n jokes back and he just huffs as he crosses his arms.

“Whatever you say, doll,” Bucky settled as he shook his head still leaned against the door frame.

“They're all done. The dame that’s going out with you tonight is a real lucky girl, Stevie, treat her right tonight. You hear me?” she tells me as she pokes my chest and Bucky bursts out laughing.

“Y/n, you're the only girl he’s ever really been around. With the way he treats you, doll, I really don’t think Steve could harm a soul,” Bucky bursts out and y/n rolls her eyes.

“Every guy is capable of hurting someone at least once, Buck. Whether it be physically or mentally. Even our Steve is capable of it. I love Steve and you, but you're still men in the 40s,” she explains and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“And you’ll always be our doll. I promise I’ll treat her well,” I agree with her and she smiles an almost sad, soft smile at me.

“Good. Now get going, I gotta get ready,” she tells us as she pushes us towards the door.

“Boys, wait…” she exclaims as Buck opens the door.

We both turn around and before I know it, I’m being pulled into a bone-crushing hug. I hug her back, confused, but I hear her sniffle.

“What’s wrong, y/n? Are you ok?” I ask her and she quickly nods.

“I’m ok, Stevie,” she responds before squeezing me one last time.

“I love you, ok. Just remember that,” she whispers in my ear before she fully pulls away and I arch an eyebrow when I see her eyes are rimmed red.

“I love you too. You know I always will,” I tell her and she softly smiles at me.

“Can you give me and Buck a minute, Steve?” she asks and I give her a thoughtful look.

“Sure. I’ll be just outside,” I say, pointing over my shoulder.

Y/n’s Pov:

“Bucky. If I’m not here for when you leave tomorrow, promise me you’ll give this to Steve,” I tell Bucky as I hand him the fat envelope that I had put my letter and a few other things to Steve in.

“What? What do you mean you won’t be here?” he asks and I shake my head.

“I can’t tell you. Government stuff…” I explain and his eyes widen.

“Your aunt…” Bucky gasps out and I nod.

“It’s time I take her place. Don’t worry, I won’t be the only girl. What’s your station going to be?” I ask him and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“No. You were supposed to stay here and be with Steve,” he fights back and I sigh.

“That was the plan, Buck… but I didn’t predict my aunt being killed in action then me needing to go take her place. What is your station?” I ask again and he rubs his face in frustration.

“The 107th…” he reluctantly tells me and I shrug.

“At least we’ll be together. Best friends helping one another through war,” I joke, but tears fill my eyes and I start to shake.

“I don’t want to leave him all alone, Bucky,” I mutter as my tears start to fall now.

“Oh, doll. Come here.” Bucky pulls me into a hug.

“Why don’t you just tell him? You told me. Then maybe he’ll understand,” Bucky tries to reason with me and I shake my head.

“There’s nothing to understand, Buck. My aunt told Erskine herself that she wanted me and not my cousin. She knew that I’d handle it far better,” I explain and Bucky sighs.

“I really wish you didn’t have to go,” Bucky sympathizes with me and I choke back a sob.

“Me too, but I have no other choice,” I explain as I try to hold back another sob.

“But if for some reason I die over there, you give him this,” I tell him as I hit my knuckle against the thick envelope.

“I promise I will…” Bucky says before he’s hugging me again.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” I state sadly and he nods.

“Wait! I forgot to give you yours,” I exclaim before I rush back over to my desk to grab Bucky’s letter.

“Just promise me, you’ll only read it if I don’t make it home,” I choke out as I hand it to him and he nods with sadness all over his face.

“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Bucky asks and I nod sadly.

He gives me one last half-hearted smile before he shoves the letters into his jacket. I watch as he leaves my house and pats Steve on the back as they both walk off. Steve turns and gives me one last wave and I wave back as I lean against the door frame.

I watch as they push each other back and forth until they're out of sight. I shake my head with a light smile before walking back into my house. I walk back into my room and see my suitcase half packed.

I finish packing up my suitcase before sighing as a knock is sounded on the door. I walk out to the door and open it.

“Dr. Erskine, hello,” I greet the older man in front of me.

“Hello, dear. Are you ready to go? We need to make a stop by one of the recruitment buildings on our way out,” he explains and I nod as he holds out his hand before motioning for my suitcase.

“Oh. Thank you. Just let me turn all the lights out,” I explain and he nods as he takes my suitcase for me.

I walk back to my room and take one last look around at it. A tear falls down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away before sighing. I then turn off the light before walking back out to the living room and catching the rest of the lights off as I go. When all the lights are off, I walk out and turn around to lock the apartment door.

After locking up, I turn around to see Erskine holding a car door open for me. I walk over and give him a light smile before getting into the car. He gets in next to me before telling the driver he can go.

The driver drives for a while before coming up to a recruitment building. Erskine leans forward and talks with the driver for a moment before turning back to me.

“Ok dear, the driver is going to take you to the plane where you’ll fly over with Howard Stark. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at camp,” he explains and I nod as I give him a light smile.

“When you get to camp, you’ll be introduced to Miss Peggy Carter. She’ll share your tent with you as well as work alongside you. She’ll inform you more on your job once you get there,” he explains and I nod in understanding, making him smile.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow!” he reiterates as he gets out of the car.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dr.,” I respond before the door closes.

He waves at me and I wave back before the driver pulls the car out of its spot. I watch with my forehead against the window as the driver passes all the places I knew growing up. I let a few tears fall as I see the diner Steve would always take me to after nightmares.

“Ma’am, are you ok?” The driver asks as he makes eye contact with me though the rear view mirror.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m y/n,” I respond and he lightly smiles at me.

“Edwin Jarvis Ma’am, but everyone just calls me Jarvis,” Edwin explains as he gives me a small nod.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Jarvis,” I tell him with a smile and he gives a nod.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Miss y/n,” he responds with another smile.

“I hear you’ll be flying over with Mr. Stark. Good luck. He’s a lot sometimes,” he explains with a chuckle as he shakes his head.

“Do you work for him?” I ask and he nods his head.

“Yes, I do. I’m his family’s butler. I’ve been with them since he was maybe five,” Jarvis explains with a proud smile.

“Well I’m sure he appreciates you very much,” I comment with a smile and he smiles back.

He continues to drive for a while before pulling up next to a plane. He gets out before coming around to open my door for me and I smile at him as I get out. I turn and look at the plane to see someone standing by the stairs.

“That would be Mr. Stark. He just finished his futuristic show,” Jarvis explains as he pulls my suitcase out for me.

“Thank you, Jarvis. I hope we get to meet again,” I tell him as I turn to him and he nods.

“As do I, Miss y/n,” Jarvis replies before handing me my suitcase.

A well put together man who looks around my age comes over to us. “Ahh, you must be y/n. Alacia’s niece, correct? I’m Howard. It’s nice to meet you, dear,” he says.

“Yeah, that’s me. I was hoping I’d never have to do this, but I wasn’t anticipating auntie Alacia dying,” I explain and he nods solemnly.

“Well I am sorry to hear about poor Alacia, we were real good friends,” he explains and I give him a sad nod as we start to walk towards the plane.

“I’m afraid I didn’t know her very well. She was already busy working with the government by the time my mama died,” I explain and he frowns, shaking his head.

“Well she certainly knew about you, my dear. She was always showing me pictures of you growing up when your mother would send them to her. You were what mattered most to her, my dear,” he explains as he puts a hand on my shoulder and my eyes widen.

“Really? Cause my mama said she didn’t want anything to do with me…” I mutter out and he shakes his head.

“All a cover story, doll. She had to stay away to protect you,” he explains some more and I shake my head in disbelief, making us stop a few feet in front of the plane.

“I don’t believe you,” I timidly squeak out and he holds up a finger.

“Of course you wouldn’t, you're just like her, you know,” he informs me as he pulls what looks like a wallet out of his back pocket.

“Here. She kept one just like it with her all the time,” he explains as he pulls something out of the wallet and holds a picture out to me.

“What? How do you have a baby picture of me?” I ask in shock as I look at the picture of myself.

“Your aunt…” he starts, but trails off as he gives a dismissive wave in the air.

“She gave me one when I said how adorable you were one time. She had older photos of you, but I liked this one. You looked so young and cute with your hair all done up,” Howard explains and I feel a blush rise to my cheeks.

“Thank you. It’s nice to hear I had family I didn’t know around. I always thought of myself as a stray cat after mama passed. I mean I had the boys, but I guess I had you and my auntie out there too,” I timidly explain and he grins.

“You became part of the team dear, even while not being around. I started to think of you like a sister,” he continues to explain as I just hold the picture:

“Well I hope we can really get to know one another then,” I reply as I give the picture back to him.

“Glad to hear it! I’m sure we will. Come on then, best be going,” he declares as he puts a hand on my back before starting to lead me to the plane.

“Oh wait!” I shout out as I set my suitcase down before running over to Jarvis.

“Bye, Jarvis. I’ll see you soon, ok?” I promise as I pull him into a hug and he smiles as he hugs me.

“Ok, Miss. See you soon,” he agrees before pulling away from the hug.

“Hopefully very soon,” I nod in agreement before taking a step back.

I give him one last wave before fully turning around to see Howard now handing my suitcase over to someone. The person takes it from him and walks away, I can only assume it’s to put it away for the flight. With one last sigh I grab onto my locket that has both the boys in it before starting up the stairs of the plane.

~Time Skip~

“Morning dear. Time to wake up,” I hear as I open my eyes slowly. I see Howard standing over me with a smile. I rub at my eyes as I sit up and Howard sits back down in the seat in front of me.

“Where are we exactly? Dr. Erskine didn’t exactly tell me where we’re going to be stationed,” I ask through a yawn and Howard lets out a chuckle.

“Right now you and I are in Paris, but when we head to camp you’ll be at Camp Lehigh in New Jersey,” Howard explains as he gets up out of his seat.

“Wait, why Paris?” I quickly ask and Howard’s eyebrows furrow.

“Did Erskine tell you nothing?” Howard asks in an angered voice.

“No. He did not. He said Peggy Carter would fill me in,” I explain and he sighs, shaking his head.

“Damn, Dr. Always leaving me to do it all,” he mutters under his breath before standing straight.

“We are here to get you your uniform and work gear,” he explains as he walks over to the wall before opening the door to a closet.

“Here, put this dress on. Your first official job starts now,” he tells me as he throws me a nice navy colored dress:

“Ok…” I agree with slight confusion before walking into the bathroom.

Once I’m done changing, I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. I shift around, feeling uncomfortable in the dress, a dress I’d never normally wear.

Oh what would Stevie say if he saw me now…

A knock on the door breaks me out of my thoughts and I crack the door open. Howard stands there with a wide smile on his face.

“You look absolutely beautiful, doll. Here, put some makeup on. Maybe before we leave we can do what me and Peg always do when we’re out here,” he declares as he holds a small bag out to me.

“Well, thank you. I’ve only ever been called beautiful by two other people,” I bite my lip as I explain and blush a little before walking back into the bathroom leaving the door open as I apply the makeup he gave me.

“Never had a beau then, I take it?” he asks and I shake my head.

“No. I have, just none of them were really anything real. It was more just because, ya know?” I try to explain but fail and he laughs.

“Ahh, so you got boyfriends to get over another boy, am I correct?” he asks with a raised eyebrow at me as I finish up and zip up the bag before walking back out.

“Yes, ok…” I reluctantly agree and he smiles.

“Well, what’s his name?” he asks and I chuckle as he eggs me on.

“His name is Steve. We grew up together. Me, Steve, and our friend Bucky, well actually his name is James Buchanan Barnes, but we’ve always called him Bucky,” I explain and he smiles wide.

“Well doll, why haven’t you tried anything with him?” he asks and I shrug.

“I don’t think he’d like me like that. Now, what’s the job?” I ask and he grins, standing up.

“You're not getting out of this that easily. We’ll continue this conversation later. Anyway, my plan for us to do what me and Peggy do when we come out here works into the plan,” he tells me as he puts a hand on the small of my back and leads me out of the plane.

“Ok. What are we doing?” I ask as we now start down the stairs of the plane.

“We’ll be having fondue while gathering information! It’ll be perfect!” he excitedly explains and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“One, what is fondue, and second, who are we getting information on?” I ask and he gasps like a school girl getting dirty information.

“You’ve never had fondue?!” he asks and I giggle, shaking my head no.

“Well, then let's go quickly! You must have some fondue!” he shouts as he holds the door to the awaiting car open for me.

“Ok. I guess I’m having fondue,” I reply with a giggle before he’s closing the door and running around to get in himself.

“Trust me. You’ll love it,” he promises before he leans forward to tell the driver to drive.

The driver starts to drive and before I know it, he’s pulling up to a nice looking restaurant. I smile as Howard gets out and opens my door for me before holding an arm out to me.

“Play along. We have to look like a couple out having fun,” he whispers into my ear as I grab onto his arm and walk with him.

“Of course, dear,” I agree though a giggle and he smiles.

“You're a natural at this. No wonder your aunt named you instead of your cousin. I’ve met her, she wouldn’t be able to just blend in the way you are, dear,” he beams with a bright smile.

“She is a little bland sometimes…” I agree and he throws his head back laughing.

“This friendship is starting out very well, my dear,” he states as he pulls my chair out for me.

“Yes. I would say it most definitely is, Howard. Thank you,” I agree as I take a seat in the chair.

I pull my chair in as he takes a seat across from me. A waitress comes up to the table and Howard speaks with her in French. When they're done talking, the waitress walks off and he turns to me with a grin.

“So, where is this fondue you speak so highly of?” I ask as I look over the menu before realizing I can’t read it.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already ordered it. She’ll be back with it and to take our drink order shortly,” Howard explains and I sigh.

“Thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to even read the menu,” I respond and he smiles as he shrugs.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that. You’ll be learning French and so much more through this job,” he informs me and I nod.

“Do you have any other languages under your belt?” he asks and I nod proudly.

“One summer, my mamma thought it’d be good for me to learn something new, so she had me learn Italian,” I mention with a proud smile and he nods.

“That probably was more your aunt than your mamma, dear,” he comments and my eyes widen in shock.

“What do you mean more my auntie than my mamma?” I ask and he sighs as he takes a moment.

“I mean your aunt most likely wanted you to know at least one other language before coming into the job. So she probably hinted at it to your mother,” he explains and I’m at a loss for words.

“She… she…” I choke out and he places a hand on mine.

“She really did love you, dear girl. She just couldn’t be there with you,” he spoke softly as he gave my hand a squeeze.

“I just always thought she hated me. Learning she loved me from afar is just hard to believe, but you’ve truly made me believe it,” I explain as I wipe at a tear and he smiles softly at me.

“Well my dear, you have me now and I’m sure you’ll have Peggy too after you meet her. She doesn’t exactly do what you and I do, but she helps out when she can,” he tells me and he smiles one last smile at me before the fondue comes to our table.

“What would you like to drink?” he asks me as the waitress sets down the breadsticks along with sliced apples and a bowl.

“Oh. Just water for me,” I affirm and he nods before talking to the waitress.

“Well, are you going to try it?!” he asks with a raised eyebrow as the waitress walks away.

“Of course I am. You didn’t even give me a chance to!” I joke and he chuckles, shaking his head before holding his hand out over the food.

I grab a breadstick and tear it in two before dipping it into the bowl. After dipping it, I hold my hand under it as I move it up to my mouth and take a bite. The flavors mix together in my mouth amazingly and I let out a light moan at the taste.

After I’m done chewing, I look up at Howard who’s smirking at me. I roll my eyes before dabbing my napkin around my mouth.

“My, you weren’t kidding. That stuff is amazing,” I declare and Howard chuckles.

“See, stick with me doll and you’ll try many new things,” he states with a wink and I giggle lightly.

“Me and Pegs come almost weekly, just so we can get away from everything,” he explains and I nod in understanding.

“Well I hope to join you in some of your getaways,” I note and he smiles as the waitress brings our drinks and sets them down.

“Of course you can, my dear! It’ll be the three of us fonduing!” he proclaims and my face twists up in disdain.

“Yeah, maybe we don’t call it that,” I inform and he chuckles.

“Why ever not! It could be our code name for it,” he responds and I roll my eyes before giggling.

“Ok, Howard, fonduing it is,” I reluctantly agree and he grins.

“Perfect! It’s settled!” he beams and I nod as I pick up another breadstick to break in half.

We continue to eat as Howard carefully watches a guy across the room. Soon all the fondue is gone and Howard is standing from his chair.

“Come now, darling, our job here is done,” he tells me and I get up.

“Really? But all we did was sit here and eat fondue,” I muse as he puts his hand on my back.

“All you did was eat fondue. I, on the other hand, surveillanced who we needed to. Even got pictures of him,” Howard explains as he leads me to the car.

“Wha- how…?” I ask in shock and Howard chuckles.

“This is what you will get good at my dear, but in due time. For now I want your first real job to be a success,” he tells me as he opens the car door and lets me in first before getting in himself.

“To the plane, Jarvis!” he declares and the driver turns around.

“Of course, sir. Hello, Miss y/n, nice to see you again,” Jarvis responds with a smile before turning to me.

“Good to see you too, Jarvis,” I reply and he smiles before starting up the car.

He drives us back to the plane and we get into it. Howard hands me a new set of clothes, telling me it’s my uniform before sitting down. I walk into the bathroom and change before coming back out.

“Sleep, my dear sister. We have a long journey back,” Howard tells me and I smile slightly at him as I put my new dress into my suitcase.

“You too, Howard. Sleep well,” I tell my new friend and he smiles at me before closing his eyes and resting back in his seat.

I sit in my seat and lean back with a light smile on my face. Before I know it, I’m being woken up by Howard again.

“Wake up, dear. We’re here,” he announces softly as I blink my eyes open.

“Hmm. Good morning, H,” I reply sleepily as I rub my eyes.

We both pick up our stuff before heading out and when the door opens we see all the soldiers training. Howard leads me over to the ladies tent and helps me with my bag.

“Welcome to camp, my dear,” Howard beams as he sets my bag down by one of the only two beds.

“Thank you, H,” I reply and he smiles.

“I like the new nickname, dear. And you're very welcome. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning in the head office to get you acquainted with everything. Peggy should be in for bed soon,” he explains and I nod as I roll out one of the mattresses.

“Goodnight, doll!” Howard shouts as he leaves and I giggle.

“Goodnight!” I shout back before plopping down on my bed.

I let out a puff of breath before shaking my head in disbelief of how my day has gone. I smile lightly before standing up and getting ready for bed. Sleeping on an army cot doesn’t sound too appealing, but I am sure I’ll get used to it very soon.

To Be Continued…

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SKINNY DIPPING- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Frat! Boyfriend! Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: you and the gang decide to have a little camping getaway before the summer 'officially' ends. what better way to end it then to go skinny dipping with your hot ass boyfriend?

Warnings: smut implied, teasing, skinny dipping/ nudity obs, swearing, biting, subtle dry humping, petnames, overall SUPER SUPER fluffy and sweet<3

Notes: this is my last 'summer' fic<33 i know the weathers getting a bit colder now, but its always time for skinny dipping hehe

xoxo -claire

It was faint, at first. A quiet, dull little hum- a pesky fly in your ear.

Pst. Psstt.

You groaned, still trending the waters of slumber as you swatted away at the noise, shooing it off so you could sleep.

Everything seemed louder when you were on the brink of consciousness, each noise seeming to rattle your eardrums. Even your own shallow breath was loud in your ears as you focused on it, now distinct from whatever dream you just had.

Pstttt.

Your hands felt up a blanket that had been draped across your body, tugging its warmth and fuzziness up to your shoulders to bury yourself.

Suddenly, a wetness was stuck on your skin, clinging to you neck. Your eyes shot open in a flash, the soft lighting of the lantern in the corner seeming to blind you as you took in your surroundings.

“Stevie? Did you just lick me?” you murmured sleepily, turning your body over to look up at the blonde golden retriever of a man leaning his head against his hand, a smile evident on his face.

“You weren't waking up.” he shrugged, as if licking you was a perfectly normal, acceptable answer. “So you decided to fucking lick me? You perv!” you groaned, swatting at him blindly as he laughed.

“Your perv tho angel face.” he smiled, fingers walking up your exposed shoulder peaking out from the blankets, kissing the spot gently.

“What time is it anyways?” you whispered, hand reaching out to grab your phone you had left somewhere beside you, squinting against the bright light of the two smiling faces that peered over at you.

Steve had taken your phone that day, snapping a photo of you mid laugh as you were sprawled on his chest, in his sweater he adored on you. You hated your laugh, but he made it look so beautiful in that photo.

He tended to do that with things, it seemed.

1:07am.

“When did I pass out?” you asked, flickers of the night coming back to you slowly. You were draped across Steve's lap at the bonfire, the smoke rising up among the trees to touch the shining stars above.

He was so warm, and smelt so comforting you had wanted nothing more than to pass out in his arms. It had appeared that you followed through with that plan, waking up in your shared tent, the fire now long put out.

“Few hours ago. I carried you back here and tucked my beautiful girl in because I didn't want Bucky and Sams pitiful jokes to wake you from your beauty sleep.”

“God bless.” you murmured softly making him chuckle as you snuggled back into his arm, tossing your phone back aside. You shut your eyes, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you snuggled closer to your boyfriend, his warmth providing heat like a furnace.

It was cold at night, but you weren't complaining. The summer this year had been constantly hot, each day feeling like you were gravitating closer and closer to the big ball of flames in the sky.

The only issue with the tent though, was when the morning came- it'd be weltering. Your throat would be dry and scratchy, the air stuffy as you'd squint against the light beating on the tarp, the bugs buzzing trying to get in through the closed zipper.

The joys of camping, you supposed.

“What are ya doin?” his gentle voice asked as you closed your eyes, bones like jelly as you felt yourself nearly slip back into slumber.

“Whatda mean what am I doing? Sleeping, obviously.” you mumbled, trying to discreetly sniff his cologne, its calming scent mixing with the smell of campfire smoke.

“No, no we’re going swimming silly. Remember?” he cooed, hand stroking small circles on your back, something he knew you adored.

“Don't pull that on me Rogers. We did not agree to go swimming at 1 in the morning.” you groaned, knowing you weren't getting out of this. You could try at least.

“I know we didn't, but I did. So… please?” You laughed, smacking him softly. “You're so good at convincing me baby. Please? That's it, that's your all?”

He sighed, a fake pout etched into his face. “Oh please my dear lady, may I have the pleasure of this swim?”

“Improvement.” you muttered, making him chuckle. “I don't have a bathing suit on my person, and I don't have the energy to look for one. It's dark, and it's cold and I’m tired.” you huffed, draping your body across his under the blankets you shared in an attempt to get him to stay on the comfort of your air mattress before it sank.

“Skinny dipping honey. You really think I’d want you to cover that beautiful body up? And we use body heat, stop your complaining.” he teased, planting kisses to your skin as you groaned.

You sat up, legs straddling his toned chest as the blanket fell around your thighs like a cloak, the cold air biting at you from the tent's thin walls. You shivered, goosebumps raising on your skin.

“Arms up.” he whispered, a sparkle in his eye. He had won, the bastard.

You stuck your tongue out at him, obeying as you lifted them, his helpful hands guiding (his) soft, football sweater- throwing it to the ground.

“Beautiful..” he murmured, mesmerized as he took you in like it was his first time seeing you. It never failed to make you giddy, excitement blossoming in your chest as it rose steadily.

Warmth sparked across your body as his fingers traced your body, cupping your breasts, thumbs toying with your nipples as you squirmed.

“Don't tease.” you groaned softly, not wanting to wake the neighboring tents.

“M’not teasing. I’m just enjoying.”

“Same thing Stevie.” you giggled, hips rolling against his as his hands gripped your hips, feeling his bulge through the pajama pants.

“Fuck if you keep doin that I’m not gonna be able to swim honeybuns.” he sighed, lower lip tucked between his teeth as you glided your fingertips against the ridges of his abs, his skin soft to the touch.

“That's my plan.” you smiled softly, squealing as he sat up suddenly, nipping at your arm. “Choose a backup one.”

You laughed, hand covering your mouth to stifle the noise as he swept you up in his arms, crouching and muttering complaints as he stumbled over various items scattered across the tent, his head bumping into the tarps ceiling.

It was getting harder and harder to hold back your giggles as he struggled to unzip the tent, playfully pinching you as you teased him. Finally, you gave in- helping him unzip the tent, the cold air hitting you like a freight train the second the door fluttered open.

“Stevie it's fucking cold!” you whined, clinging onto him even tighter.

“And you're hot.” he smirked, making his way around the now put-out fire and empty beer cans, the faint sound of Bucky and Sam's snores following the to of you as you made your way to the water.

“I hate you.”

”You love me.”

The two of you bickered as he carried you on the path through the forest, fireflies and the moonlight bursting through the clouds illuminating his way.

Twigs snapped under his feet, echoing against the trees as the little lake appeared in sight, the sound of frogs croaking drowning out his ample teasing.

“If you keep wiggling like that I’ll throw you in. You know I will.” he threatened, your sudden fear making you still in his arms as he finally set you down.

You crossed your arms, staring at your boyfriend as he motioned for you to remove your shorts. “Oh so now I gotta get naked first?! But this was your idea!” You snorted, gesturing the same motion to him.

“Your tops already off.” he tilted his head, getting more impatient by the minute. But he wouldn't let you win. Steve was stubborn like that sometimes.

Didn't mean you wouldn't try though.

“Yours is off too.”

“It was never on in the first place sweetcheeks.”

You sighed, closing your eyes in defeat as you started shimmying off your bottoms, the little warmth they provided to your thighs now gone as they hit the sandy beach floor.

He smiled, letting out a whistle. “Hot damn.”

“Its nothin you haven't seen before. Now get naked before I throw you in.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes ma’am.” he mock saluted, face stern and serious you couldn't help but giggle as he followed suit, stripping down to nothing. You noticed the goosebumps form on his skin, golden hair standing on edge as you neared him.

He was beautiful. So beautifully sculpted, like the god's had molded him from clay with their bare, angelic hands. He seemed to glow and shimmer, his aura warm and soothing as his large arms wrapped around you once more.

You would never get over how good it felt to have skin-to-skin contact with him. Something you never really received as a child. It was intimate and special, regardless of what you were doing.

“What's that look for?” he murmured gently, hand cupping your face as his thumb rubbed your cheek softly.

“What look?”

“The look you're giving me right now. Where you look like you're under a trance.” he smiled, thumb dragging across your bottom lip, giving it a little tug. “Cause I am. You're beautiful.” you confessed, still feeling a tinge of shyness creep up upon you despite dating him for years.

“Awh. Cute.”

A scream left your lips as you felt your body suddenly being tossed in the air like one of Steve's footballs at practice, soaring in the sky before the cold, frigid water hit your bare skin.

A chill seeped through your bones, freezing you as you blew bubbles out your nose to breathe, paddling to break the surface.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” you shrieked, sputtering on cold, bitter water as you wiped the wet hairs from your face. He laughed from his warmer, (and drier) spot upon shore, slowly making his way out in the water.

You watched his teeth clench the farther he made his way out to you, and you wanting nothing more than to dump him under just so he’d know how it'd feel.

“Yeah? It's fucking cold isn't it prick?” you raged, splashing the freezing water on him. “Alright alright I’m sorry! I’m so sorry honey.” he laughed, hands blocking his face from your angry splashes, scooping you up in his arms.

“You're so mean to me.” you whimpered, wrapping your body around his, lips moving against his neck. His chuckle shoke your body, making you hold onto him tighter, scoffing.

“I’m sorry for throwing you in okay? You can do whatever you want back to me.” he reassured, swaying you back and forth like a newborn babe in his arms, the water rippling in the moonlight with each movement.

You smirked at his words, tongue darting out to lick a droplet of water that dripped down from his soaked hair. “Did you just lick me?”

“Paybacks a bitch.” you sang, a purr rumbling in your throat as his hand caressed your lower back, rubbing it soothingly in patterns you could follow and trace in your mind.

His skin tasted sweet as you nibbled on it with teeth, the sounds of his breathing hitch and skip making you smirk.

“Do ya think anyone else is coming for a swim?” you asked, knowing your scream sent the birds flying from their nests, most likely waking the boys who were fast asleep in their tents when you left.

“Maybe. But I call digs on you if they do.” Steve replied, in his ever so teasing manner. “We should be okay though sweetheart. We’ll just stay quiet from now on- yea?”

You nodded in agreement, nails lingering on the water droplets. There was a heat rising to your belly, spreading through your veins as he held you, kissing your skin as you did to his.

His lips were soft and plump as they nuzzled your skin, a low moan leaving you as he nibble gently.

“Shhh. Quiet.” he whispered, the sounds of the toads removing their croaking, the crickets going back to their chirping filling the air once more.

Steve had carried you to where it was shallow enough for you to touch, toes brushing the cold, wet sand that darted between your toes as you sank onto its cushions. You slipped your hand down, dipping under the water to stroke his v line.

“Careful honey.” he groaned, knowing exactly where the gears in your head were turning.

You just smiled, glad you had decided to go swimming after all.

Very, very glad.

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