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[donutloverxo]

First night

This is for nastybuckybarnes' au challenge. I hope you like it babe.

Run through - You're nervous to consummate your marriage with your new husband.

Warnings - medieval au, smut, heavy dub con, innocent/inexpericened reader, loss of virginity, light breeding kink. Read responsibly.

Pairing - King!Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - almost 3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You bit your lip getting up from the bed, thinking of maybe pacing around the chambers to help your restlessness. You looked at the pot of red wine right next to the fruit basket. You could have one, that would help with your nerves. But you were afraid you wouldn’t handle the alcohol well and make a fool of yourself in front of the king.

You looked at the crisp white cloth laid on the bed. Maybe you should lay down? That’s what your mother had told you.

“Just lay down and let your king do the job. Don’t move for a while after it’s done, or you won’t be able to conceive. If it hurts too much just think of something else”

Her words didn’t make things easier for you. But then you had heard good things about it from your friends. You really didn’t know what to believe. You hoped that you would meet a boy, fall in love and get married. Perhaps knowing a person helps with the coupling? Not that you need to know Steven anymore than you already do. He is your husband now. He could do whatever he wants with you.

When you were told you were to be married to him. You were as scared as you were happy. You didn’t know the first thing about marriage or men. But you had heard of king Stevens bravery and kindness, along with tales of his ethereal beauty. They said that he was carved out by gods themselves. You fell in love as soon as you saw his portrait. His rugged jaw covered with a thick beard, his long locks sweeped back, his broad shoulders and alert stance, akin to that of a soilder.

You couldn’t believe you were to be the queen. Being the youngest of three sisters you would never have had such an opportunity. But both your older sisters were married off. One to a prestigious Lord and another to a king of a small kingdom. You did feel a tinge of pride when they were so jealous of you. Of the power you were to have as a queen and of your beautiful and brave future husband.

Power. Something that scared you the most. Sure being a queen was glamourous. But what if you let your new kingdom and people down. What if you let your king down?

You had never met him before the wedding. When your face was unveiled, and you looked at his face and him up close you were taken aback. Of just how much more handsome he looked in reality. That portrait did him no justice.

You couldn’t tell if he found you satisfactory at all. His face was set in an unreadable expression. Was he pleased or disappointed with you? He barely spoke two words to you the entire ceremony and feast. You cringed as you recalled your first dance. How even after so many lessons you kept stepping on his feet, while he kept moving gracefully. You imagined him moving with the same grace on the battlefield.

You wanted to please him. To be enough for him. You knew men seeked pleasure from other women if they found their wives unsatisfactory. You didn’t think you could stand it if he did something like that. In a moment of desperation you asked your newly assigned handmaiden for some help on how to please a man. She, of course was embarrassed and refused to give you a clear answer. They would probably gossip about you now. No. You can’t think about that. Not right now.

You straightened your back to sit up straight as you heard the doors being opened. You let out the breathe you didn’t even know you were holding as you looked at him. With his white shirt, which gave you a generous view of his chest and the thin hair splattered over it and his dark pants, he looked much different without his informal attire. He stared you down but didn’t really acknowledged your presence as he made his way over to the wine.

Before he could pour a glass you quickly made your way over to him, fetching the glass from the table. “Allow me, my king” you gave him a nervous smile. It was probably a bad idea since you couldn’t stop your hands from shaking. You cringed as you splashed a few drops out of the glass.

He only shook his head making a sound of disapproval, grabbing the pot from you he poured the glass full handing it to you. “You might need it more than me”

“Oh well... thank you...” You took it from him. Too scared to refuse him. To tell him you absolutely hated the foul taste of wine. You tried your best to keep a straight face as you swallowed the liquid. You chugged the glass down setting it on the table. You could feel it taking effect in your limbs as you felt your whole body loosen up.

“Have you been with other men before?” he asked walking over to the bed.

You were floored by his question. They had sent a doctor to make sure you had never been touched before. Which you weren’t. He knew the answer. But then why was he asking. “I won’t dignify that with an answer” You huffed. He was getting some kind of sick pleasure from your humiliation. You wouldn’t have him make fun of you.

“Oh?” He smirked in amusement at your boldness. He felt his cock stir in his pants at your defiance. A stark contrast to what he perceived you as.

He never really cared much for marriage. Always thinking that he would find the right woman along the way. Sure he indulged in some courtesans here and there but he held back. Not wanting any bastard children. He knew how doomed their fate was just like his half brother James.

He wished for a strong woman, capable and worthy of being a queen. But he learned that you didn’t even know how to ride a horse. You were nothing more than a spoilt sheltered princess. But he agreed to the marriage, for his kingdom and his duty.

He could make it work. As long as you give him a few sons the marriage wouldn’t be an utter failure. He could learn to bear you or even care for you a bit.

But then he looked at you face, your hair and gown all made up, you were the prettiest bride he had ever seen. His bride. He couldn’t help but be proud you were going to be his.

And now that he could see you and your plump figure through the thin petticoat, he couldn’t wait to tear it off and to find out if you were just as curvy underneath. “Come here” He smirked as you instantly followed standing in front of him, your fingers fidgeting with your gown. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” he knew you hadn’t. But he needed to hear it from you. He would be proud to be your first in everything.

You shook your head staring at the floor. You looked so small and helpless in front of him. It was a dilemma. Because it made him protective of you but at the same time want to do devious things to you. He thought about how he could take you. Of course he’d get to have you every way and anyway he wanted, you were his wife and his future queen, but he needed the first time to be memorable. “What was that?”

“No. I haven’t, your grace” You spat almost spitefully.

He chuckled at that, staring at your lips, he bent down to capture them and have a taste. He felt you go stiff when his lips touched yours, as soft as rose petals and oh so sweet. You gasped into his mouth as he pulled you into him by pulling at your waist. He threw you on the bed, over the white sheet.

You stayed there panting, your kiss swollen lips, your nipples that turned into stiff peaks he groaned just at the sight of them. You were looking at him as if you were afraid of him, maybe you should be. He climbed onto the bed and settled between your legs. He pushed the helm of your petticoat up until it revealed your smooth soft legs and thick thighs to him.

“Oh! Wha –“ you stammered as he nipped at the inside of your thigh, slowing moving towards your core. He could smell your arousal. He couldn’t wait to dig his face in it and taste it. Find out if it was as sweet as you were. He wasn’t a patient man but for now he would wait. You were a fine woman. One who should be enjoyed at the fullest. So he would take his time, even if his cock was aching to be inside you.

He was trying to get the gown off of you with no help from you it was turning out to be quite a task. Fuck it to being patient. He tore the collar of your gown, ripping the whole thing off. He quickly threw the shred of cloth away and tossed it away.

He stared you down. You were sniffling as tears of shame escaped your eyes, your hands pathetically trying to cover your chest. You made yourself small trying to curl in on yourself ,but with him sitting between your legs, didn’t leave you much room to move.

He took your wrists in his hands pushing them down besides your head and he bend down to lick the salty tear off your cheek. He pressed a small kiss to your cheek before squeezing your wrists. “Keep them here. I’m your husband, you don’t hide from me” He stated as he pulled back up to admire your nude body. You gulped down as you moved your head so you wouldn’t have to look at him, but you didn’t dare move your hands or cover yourself.

He pressed a thumb over your hard nipple pulling on the nub as you gasped and tried so hard to contain those your moans, but he heard them. He licked the peak before sucking it into his mouth placing soft kisses over your breasts as you kept whining and shivering under him.

He kissed down your stomach finally looking at your heat between your legs. He had never been as awestruck as he was in that moment. He took in a deep breathe to get a whiff of your arousal.

“My king?” you hesitated sitting up on your elbows looking down at him between your legs “ what are you doing?” you panicked. Surely he wouldn’t.... “Oh!” You cried out loud as you felt him lick a stripe up your folds. You sat up pushing at his head “This isn’t how it’s done” you tried to argue. Although you weren’t sure, no one told you about this. What was he even doing?

You fell back on the mattress as he pushed his palm down on your chest “Stay” He commanded. You had no choice but to lay back. You stared at the rose garlands painted on the ceiling, trying to distract yourself, as he licked and sucked at you. You really did try to hold in the noises your body was so desperate to let out. But you couldn’t not when you were feeling so strange yet so good.

You whimpered as he wrapped his mouth around your bundle of nerves sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue over it. Maybe he was doing it to make you feel good but it felt more like a sweet torture. You felt as if you were on the edge of something about to crash and burn. But then, your world came to a screeching halt as you felt him push a finger into your channel. You clenched around the alien object, the invasion felt so strange you didn’t know what to make of it.

“Fuck you’re tight” you would’ve been upset at his foul language and his use of the forbidden word but what he was doing was much more sinful than that. You couldn’t think of anything but his mouth and his tongue on you, his finger inside you. You moaned as he pushed another finger inside you pulling them out only to quickly push them back in. “Don’t know how I will last” He groaned curling his long digits inside you as you screamed at the top of your longs.

It was as if everything came crashing down on you. The feeling was incomparable. Unlike anything you had ever felt before. Your skin was on fire as your muscles spasmed.

You could vaguely hear him undress as you looked at him through your hooded eyes. His pupils blown wide, his cock standing up straight against his hard stomach. You could see the faint scars littered across his body, proof of his many battles.

You were expecting him to do the deed, make love to you and truly make you his wife. But he pulled you up to sit on your bum, your eyes staring straight at his cock. “You gonna return the favor princess?” He asked his voice was much deeper and his tone more gruff. “Taste it” He said pushing the head of his cock against your lips.

You weren’t quite sure what you were supposed to do. So you simply opened your mouth as he pushed himself in. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, your spit dripping down your chin. He tasted salty and musky. You felt as if you’d cry again, of being naked and in such a compromising position. All the while he was so composed and graceful.

He held onto your face pulling his cock out of your mouth but before you could breathe out in relief he slammed back in again. You couldn’t fit all of him, he was too big. He thrusted a few times before pulling out of your mouth completely. You coughed and gasped for air, cleaning up his spend and your spit with the back of your hand.

“Can’t cum in your mouth” He groaned pushing you to lay down he hovered above you. You felt him rub his tip against your folds.

“Wh – what if it doesn’t fit?” you asked nervous again. You had never seen a naked man before, but he looked big. At least right now, he was looking at your face instead of your naked body.

“Just loosen up” You followed his advice as you held onto his thick arms. You winced in pain as you felt the pinch of him entering your weeping channel. You moved your head away biting your lip to contain your screams.

“Look at me” he demanded grabbing your chin “look at your king” You reluctantly opened your eyes staring at him. He was so beautiful. You couldn’t help but run your fingers through his thick beard, just a shade darker than his golden blonde hair. You wailed throwing your head back as he pushed into you completely seething himself.

“Shh” he hushed you as he snaked a hand between your bodies striking your clit to distract you. “It’ll feel better soon” He promised. As he let you get accustomed to his length. The fact that he was much larger than most men and that you were a virgin wasn’t lost on him. He would have to restrain himself. Which seemed impossible at the moment. Your walls so snug and tight, clenching around him, he would cum right this second.

He pulled out of you before slowly pushing himself back in. He set a steady pace as your cries slowly turned into moans. You clawed at his back, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He was only spurred on by your little mewls and hot puffs of air against his ear.

You cried out again thrashing and squirming under him another wave of pleasure crashing into you. He grunts as he felt you clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth. He snapped his hips against yours a couple of times cuming deep in your womb.

He laid on top of you, catching his breathe. He pulled the white sheet from under you and used it to clean you between your legs. You jerked as the cloth touched your sensitive skin. He cleaned his cock and went outside his chambers to hang the sheets up.

When he returned you were about to get up and put on whatever you could salvage out of your torn nightgown. “Lay back down” He demanded fed up “you have to give me a son” he reminded you pushing you into the mattress. Just how many times would he have to tell you before you would understand. He’ll have to work on a way to make you listen. That’s alright though, he had all the time in the world.

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[whateveriwant]

Teacher’s Pet

College AU

Summary: It’s the start of a new semester and a student has caught Bucky’s eye. He wants to maintain a professional boundary between them, but can he hold himself back? For how long?

Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x F!Student!Reader

Word Count: ~9.1k (forgive me)

Warnings: language, Bucky is a narcissist, manipulation/grooming, deceit, abuse of power, praise kink-ish, mentions of depression/suicide ideation, SMUT 18+ (vaginal sex, rough sex, spanking), NON-CON aspects, additional warnings at the end

A/N: Hello! So, I know, it’s not a very original title for a teacher x student fic. But, whatever. Sue me. I need to warn you: dark fic ahead. While I normally like to be transparent in my warnings, in order to avoid spoilers, I have included additional warnings at the end of the fic. So, if you need to, please scroll to the bottom to read them before continuing. (Also, there’s spoilers hidden in the tags. So, feel free to avoid/check those depending on if you want to remain spoiler-free or not.) Anywho, this was written for @nastybuckybarnes​’ Nasty AU Challenge! Congrats on 7k, Lex! As a general disclaimer: I DO NOT condone the actions depicted below. To any and everyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy! Gif from Google.

Bucky writes on the whiteboard, making sure today’s lesson plan is laid out in great detail. He keeps his back to the students entering the classroom, but throws a “Welcome, take a seat” over his shoulder every time he hears the shuffle of feet. It’s the first day of the spring semester and Bucky wants to set a good standard for himself. He has a reputation to uphold, after all.

Five minutes before class starts, Bucky finishes writing out the lesson plan. Finally, he turns to face the class, getting a first look at the fresh meat for this semester.

It’s a relatively small class, but Bucky prefers it that way; it’s easier to get on a more one-on-one basis in smaller classes. Taking a quick head count, Bucky sees a few students still have to arrive. Hopefully they’ll be timely, he thinks. Being late on the first day is a hell of a way to make a first impression.

As if on command, the door at the back of the room opens. A young woman walks in, dressed in heavy winter gear in an attempt to bear the frigid January weather. Her head is slightly bowed as she walks through the room, heading to the front row. Once taking a seat, she shrugs out of her parka.

Bucky’s eyes immediately lock onto her chest – her low-cut blouse providing an ample viewing of her breasts. Well… that’s certainly one way to make a first impression. Checking his watch, he sees class has officially started.

“Hello class,” Bucky greets them. “I’m Professor Barnes and this is Anthropology 385: Primate Evolution. If any of this sounds incorrect, then I’m sorry to say, but I think you’re in the wrong class,” he chuckles.

Several students smile and laugh along with him. Miss Low-Cut Blouse in the first row gives him an especially beaming smile, putting her pearly whites on display in addition to her chest. When no one gets up to leave, Bucky continues his introduction.

“As you can see on the board, we have a lot I want to cover today. So, I think it’d be best to just jump in. Yes?”

The students all agree before taking out their laptops and notebooks, getting ready for the lecture.

“Now, given that this course has prereqs, I’m assuming you’ve all taken an Anthropology class before. But, as a refresher, let’s cover the basics. Anthropology is the study of humans. Men…,” Bucky’s gaze trails to the woman in the front row, lingering on her chest, “...and women.” 

He clears his throat, swiftly turning towards the board – breaking eye contact with her cleavage. Don’t do this, he warns himself. It’s not worth it. With a quick shake of his head, he shifts back into professional mode – immediately diving into the lecture. 

The hour and a half passes without incident. Bucky regularly checks on the class, encouraging them to ask questions should they be confused about anything. Though he sees the woman in the front row furrow her brow several times – looking as if she wants to ask something – she never raises her hand.

“Well class, I think that’s a good place to stop today,” Bucky says, noticing it’s about time to leave. “Keep this up and we should speed through the semester. I'll see you all on Wednesday."

Bucky turns to pack his things as the students exit the classroom. Just as he's finished, a soft voice draws his attention.

"Excuse me, Professor Barnes?"

Bucky turns, seeing Miss Low-Cut Blouse waiting for him. Her jacket is draped over her folded arms – the posture pushing her breasts together.

"I wanted to introduce myself," she extends a hand, giving him her name as they shake. "And I wanted to say that I'm really looking forward to this semester. I've heard good things about this class, and about you in particular, so I'm excited about these next few months."

Bucky smirks. "You kids say good things about me?" He’s half joking, but also happy that his reputation precedes him.

"Oh yeah, I've heard you're the best Anthropology professor in the whole department. I'm not an Anthro major, but I figured by learning from the best, I can hopefully make up for my lack of experience," she smiles shyly.

Oh… she wants to kiss-up to get on my good side, he makes a mental note. While, in the past, Bucky's never been afraid to play favorites – he’s had more teacher’s pets than he can count – he's recently turned over a new leaf. He wants to show restraint in growing fond of such students, even if they look like that.

"Well, I hope I live up to your expectations. And if you ever have questions, don't be afraid to ask for help."

"I’ll keep that in mind. Goodbye, Professor," she smiles, turning to leave the classroom.

Bucky watches her hips sway as she walks out the door. No. Stop it. You said you wouldn't do this again – not after what happened last time, he reminds himself. Bucky lets out a sharp breath to push the image of her out of his head. He grabs his things, heading to his next class.

~~~~~

Wednesday’s class begins the same as Monday: Bucky writes on the board, the students slowly filter in, and he waits for everyone to arrive and settle. Again, Miss Kiss-Up is one of the last to arrive and she takes the same seat in the front row. And, once again, hidden under her coat is another low-cut blouse – though, this one clings a bit tighter to her curves.

Damn. Does this girl own a shirt that covers her collarbones? It’s like she wants me to stare at her tits, he chides.

Bucky goes about his lecture like last time: following the lesson plan on the board, fielding questions whenever they arise, trying not to stare at her voluptuous breasts, and so on. He notices that confused look on her face again, but she still doesn’t raise her hand.

Once class is wrapped up and the other students leave, Bucky’s not surprised to see her lingering behind. He says her name, waving her over to him.

“Anything I can help you with? I couldn’t help but notice you looked a little lost during the lecture.”

She cringes, “You did?”

“I did,” he nods. “Why didn’t you speak up if you were confused?”

She sighs, rubbing her bicep in a self-soothing manner. “Because... I didn’t want to look dumb in front of everyone,” she admits with a pout. “I don’t always understand what you’re talking about, but I don’t want to look like an idiot by asking a stupid question and wasting everybody’s time.”

Bucky fervently shakes his head. “You’re not wasting my time. I’m an educator for a reason, and an essential part of this job is ensuring my students have a firm grasp of the material. So, if you’re leaving here not understanding what we’ve discussed, then I’m not doing my job right."

While he’s hesitant to grow overly fond of her, Bucky’s always been drawn to students like this: those that are reserved. Passive. Submissive, even. Thus, by shifting the blame to his faults in teaching rather than her faults in learning, Bucky tries to comfort her. His tactics seem to work since she gives him a meek smile.

“I have a few minutes before my next class. Is there anything you want to discuss?”

She gently gnaws on her lip. “Even though it’s the truth, is it bad if I say everything?” She winces, embarrassed at her question.

But Bucky doesn't mind her confession. In fact, he quite enjoys it when students have questions; he likes being able to reach into his wealth of knowledge and offer up a confident, concise answer.

“I don’t know if we have time for that now,” he chuckles. “But I’ll tell you what: my office hours are Mondays and Wednesdays from three to five. Come by and we’ll talk about whatever you want, alright?”

“Okay,” she grins widely. “Thank you, Professor. I’ll see you later,” she exits the classroom, a slight pep in her step.

Come three o’clock on the dot, Bucky hears a knock at his office door. "Come in," he beckons, fairly positive he knows who's on the other side. The door opens and in she steps: the student he's been expecting.

"Hi, Professor Barnes. I came like I said I would," she removes her coat, plopping her bag on the floor as she takes a seat on the other side of his desk.

"Well, I’m glad you did," he smiles. "So, where do you want to begin?"

She leans forward to rummage through her bag, giving Bucky a generous eye-full of her cleavage. His cock twitches at the sight, making him shift slightly in his seat.

Stop. You're just going to help her with her work – nothing more, he thinks, willing himself to calm down.

She sits back upright, textbook and notes in hand. Placing the items on his desk, she points at a section of the text. "This says humans are apes, but I thought we're related to monkeys. What's the difference? Aren’t those the same thing?"

Oh… wow. He didn't realize she was having this much trouble grasping the most basic of concepts in the class. It's going to be a long afternoon – and semester, for that matter – if he has to break all of this down for her. Settling in, Bucky readies himself for a long afternoon of tutoring.

~~~~~

Several weeks pass and, despite his initial reluctance, Bucky finds himself once again playing favorites. With his teacher’s pet becoming a frequent flyer in his office – constantly thanking him for his help and lauding him for his academic prowess – it was hard not to grow fond of her.

However, one thing he isn’t too fond of is her apparent refusal to wear anything “conservative”. Well... actually, that’s a lie. The opposite is the truth: he’s too fond of her plunging necklines. But therein lies the problem; having to worry about potentially popping a boner every time she leans across his desk is a big inconvenience. Thus, after a few weeks of constantly staring at her chest, Bucky decided to move her chair beside him.

Unfortunately, while Bucky normally prides himself on his intelligence and his ability to problem solve, this latest idea is one of the worst he’s ever had.

Instead of worrying about simply seeing her breasts across the desk, Bucky now has to worry about feeling them as she leans to point at the text. Not only that, but every time he takes a deep breath to calm himself, the heady scent of her perfume floods his senses – drowning him in even deeper desire for her. 

Though this change in seating is only tormenting him further, Bucky can’t take back his decision and have her return to the other side of his desk; that would be admitting defeat – admitting he was wrong – and he’s not willing to do that. So, he just has to suck it up and deal with it. 

She’s sitting next to him like always – a soft crinkle in her brow as Bucky discusses their upcoming exam.

"As I said in class, there'll be a map of Africa and a list of significant fossils. You'll have to match the fossil to its corresponding location of discovery, then explain why that specimen was significant."

"Okay,” she nods. “So, if this part has an arrow pointing to it…," she extends her arm towards the page, going to indicate a location with the tip of her pencil.

However, as she reaches out, the pencil suddenly falls from her grasp. Before Bucky can reach down to grab it for her, she bends over. Her hand darts to his thigh, stabilizing herself as she reaches down.

He gasps as blood quickly rushes to his dick, inhaling a lungful of her intoxicating perfume. Her grip tightens slightly as she stretches further, forcing Bucky to stifle a groan.

She removes her hand from his leg as she sits back up. "Sorry, I'm a clutz," she blows the dust off of her pencil.

Bucky watches how her lips purse – imagining how they'd look wrapped around his aching cock. No. You promised: not again, his conscience tells him.

"So, if this part has an arrow pointing to it…," she begins again, gesturing with her pencil.

Bucky tunes out her question, simply nodding along to whatever she asks him. All he can think about right now is the hard-on straining against his slacks. He knows how he'll have to rectify that situation once she leaves. Today’s office hours won't end soon enough.

~~~~~

As Bucky's grading the exams for the class, he's pleased with the results so far. Of the half he's already marked, most students received A's or B's. Grabbing the next one off of the pile, he smiles as he sees it's his teacher’s pet. 

Looking through her test, he's a bit perplexed by her answers. She has the right idea and her responses start out strongly, but for many of them, she suddenly veers off – rapidly heading in the wrong direction. Once he finishes looking through her exam, he marks 70/100 on the cover; a decent grade, but one that could definitely see some improvement.

He moves onto the next paper, wanting to finish grading tonight so he can hand them back tomorrow.

Come the next day, Bucky sets the stack of graded papers on the back row – letting the students grab them as soon they enter. For once, his teacher’s pet doesn’t show up one minute before class begins. Rather, she’s one of the first through the door – seemingly very eager to see her grade.

Bucky watches as she rifles through the pile. The weather’s been warming up slightly, causing her to forego the heavy parka in favor of a light jacket – already unzipped to showcase her always plunging neckline.

She finds her test, pulling it out and looking it over right there. Her face falls upon seeing her grade. She stays cemented to the spot, unable to do anything other than flip wildly through her test. As a line starts to gather behind her, another student asks her to move out of the way. She blindly walks to the front row, slumping into her seat once she arrives.

Throughout the lecture, she barely makes eye contact with Bucky – a stark contrast to her usual rapt attention. And once class is over, she quickly packs her things and darts out of the room – not bothering to stay behind for a few minutes like she normally does.

Bucky’s disconcerted by her behavior. It’s not the first time he’s seen a student be upset about their grade, but it's the fact that it’s her who’s glum that has him troubled. He heads to his next class feeling a tinge of remorse – an emotion he’s not very familiar with. 

During his office hours, Bucky waits for her to show up like every other day. An hour and a half passes and she doesn’t arrive. Bucky tries distracting himself – answering emails, planning lectures, researching – but his eyes flit to the door every few minutes.

Finally, ten minutes before he needs to leave for his next class, someone knocks on his door. He straightens himself, making sure he doesn’t look like a disheveled mess, before telling the person to enter.

At the sight of her, Bucky releases a breath he wasn’t even aware he’d been holding.

She takes a seat across from him, not bothering to scoot the chair around to the other side of the desk. The distance separating them makes him feel uneasy, estranged. She hardly meets his eye – instead, focusing on her jacket sleeve.

“You’re a little late today. I was getting worried someone might have kidnapped you,” he attempts joking, wanting to lighten her obviously somber mood.

“Yeah, I… uh… had something I needed to do,” she says in a noncommittal tone.

“Well, you’re here now,” he smiles, relieved. “I've got class in a few minutes, but what’s up?”

She looks up at him and shrugs, wrapping her arms around her torso in a self-hug. “I dunno. I guess I’m kinda bummed I didn’t do as well on the test as I’d hoped.”

He nods gently. While he’s rarely disappointed with his own work, Bucky can sympathize with her feelings at this moment.

“I just… I studied so hard for that exam – you know that. And I really tried my best to do a good job. But now I just feel so stupid since I barely passed,” she frowns, her eyes starting to water as she drops her chin.

"Hey," Bucky reaches his hand across the desk, drawing her attention back up to him. "You're not stupid, okay? You're just struggling a bit. We all experience that sometimes." While Bucky likes to pretend he has no faults, he's had his own hardships in the past – some more recently than others.

"I guess," she shrugs again. "I just can't help but feel that no matter how hard I try, I'm never gonna be as good as I want to be," her eyes continue to water, threatening to spill over. "And I don't want to keep feeling like this. I want to do better. I want my grade to reflect all the effort I put into this class."

This isn't the first time Bucky's heard something like this. Though she didn't verbatim say she’s looking for a way to "boost her grade", Bucky has a feeling that's what she's implying.

Seeing her in this broken, vulnerable state, a little voice goes off in the back of his head – telling him a solution to her problem, telling him to break his promise of ‘not again’.

But, just as quickly as that devil on his shoulder starts whispering in his ear, Bucky shakes the ideas out of his mind. He’s trying to be a different man now; a decent man. Thus, he decides to take the respectful, professional, morally-upstanding road.

"I think you just need to keep studying hard and you'll eventually see the pay-off," he tells her.

Her dejection visibly increases, tugging on his heart strings. Bucky rushes to speak again, not wanting to leave her completely hopeless.

"But, I'll tell you what: you keep coming in every office hours and I'll keep working with you until you know this stuff like the back of your hand. Hell, you can even come in on Tuesdays and Thursdays; I'm usually here around the same time, so I'll help you even then," he smiles encouragingly.

"Really? Are you sure that's not taking up too much of your time?" Her brow creases, worry overtaking her expression.

"Not at all. Helping you is the best part of my day," he says honestly. Sitting with her is truly the highlight of his Mondays and Wednesdays.

"Well, alright. If you say so," she says sheepishly.

"It's the truth," he smiles. Checking his watch, he sees he needs to leave soon. "But, as much as I'd love to help you right now, I'm afraid I have to get to my next class."

"Of course," she stands quickly, grabbing her things. "Thank you so much, Professor Barnes. I'll see you later, then."

"See you later," he returns her sentiment as she heads out the door. He grins widely once she's left, glad he was able to make her feel better without resorting to his past schemes.

~~~~~

She takes him up on his offer and starts visiting his office every Monday through Thursday, staying as long as physically possible. Bucky doesn't mind dedicating the extra time to helping her; he actually really enjoys the extended one-on-one time. 

While she’s still far from being his star pupil, Bucky finds her dedication to learning admirable and endearing. And, in truth, Bucky’s seen a significant improvement in her retention of the material – her hard work seemingly paying off.

“So, the Denisovans are important because they were a now-extinct species that was able to breed with modern humans. And the first specimen found was a finger bone in a Siberian cave,” she recites without looking at her notes.

“That’s the gist of it, yeah,” Bucky smiles, proud of her growth. “Just hash that out a little more and you’re golden. But you’ve done excellent so far.” He places his hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze in encouragement. 

She stiffens for a second before relaxing, looking down at her lap. “T-thank you... that’s very kind, Professor Barnes,” she says softly, avoiding his gaze as she fights a smile.

Oh… that’s interesting. It’s cute, shy, Bucky notes. That could be fun to play with.... He lets his thoughts trail off, not even bothering to stop himself when his mind starts wandering into unsavory territory.

~~~~~

A few more weeks pass and the next exam draws near. His pet has been steadily improving each day and Bucky couldn’t be happier. Not only is he proud of her academic improvements under his tutelage, but also the way he’s gotten her to blossom.

Bucky’s been laying the praise on thick, loving the way he’s gotten her to preen at his words. While she was reluctant to accept his compliments at first, as Bucky got her accustomed to the flattery, she started readily accepting his words. She’s still that timid girl that caught his eye all those months ago, but he’s been able to mold her into something else – someone more appreciative, more receptive.

And as these last few weeks have passed, Bucky’s all but abandoned his promise from the beginning of the semester. But can you blame him? With those sweet looks and low-cut shirts of hers, Bucky’s surprised he was even able to hold out for this long.

It’s the Thursday before the next exam. She’s in his office, sitting beside him as usual. The weather is finally starting to warm up – allowing her to pair a short skirt with her v-neck.

Bucky sits silently as she recites the material, watching how she hardly has to reference her notes. A smile tugs at his lips; she's come so far since the beginning of the semester. Once she finishes talking, she looks at him – waiting for his assessment.

His answer comes in the form of a beaming grin, signaling that he's pleased with her work. She smiles back just as widely, happy not only because of her accomplishments, but also because she's impressed him.

"I think you've got this stuff. Monday's exam should be no sweat."

"Really?" She gives him a hopeful look.

He nods, "Really.”

"Well... that's a relief," she sighs, laughing slightly.

He chuckles along with her, giving her thigh a light pat in amusement. She doesn't flinch at the contact, prompting him to keep his hand on her leg. He's never touched her this way before – never felt the softness of her skin under his palm – but Bucky can tell he's already addicted to the feeling.

"You’ve done incredibly well lately. I'm really proud of you," he says, looking intently at her.

"Thank you, Professor," she responds automatically, smiling in that way he adores.

His eyes focus on her mouth – the shine of her gloss and pout of her lip as enticing as ever. His hand starts creeping up her thigh, inching towards her hemline. Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly before returning to their normal size, quickly schooling her expression.

Bucky starts leaning towards her, wanting to discover if she tastes as sweet as he’s been imagining. She mirrors his movements, carefully leaning into him. 

Just as mere centimeters separate their mouths, a knock sounds at the door – making them both quickly pull back. The door opens before Bucky even has a chance to tell the person to enter.

“You still in here, Barnes? Shouldn’t you be–” the voice halts mid-sentence. It’s one of his colleagues, Maria Hill. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were with a student.”

“It’s fine,” he says tersely. “Do you need something, Maria? We’re kind of busy here."

Her eyes flit between the two of them, thankfully not seeing his hand under the desk. “Well, I was just headed to the department meeting and noticed your light was still on. I wasn’t sure if you were in here since you’re usually very punctual to these.”

Shit. He completely forgot about the mandatory meeting this afternoon – his mind too engrossed with thoughts about his pet.

“Damn it,” he says under his breath, too quietly for Maria to hear. “Thank you for reminding me. I’ll... just... finish up here and then meet you there.” Bucky’s been working up to this moment and he’s determined to finally get a taste of his pet's lips; maybe also a slight tease under her skirt if time permits.

“I don’t mind waiting. We can walk together,” Maria offers, planting herself in the doorway.

Fuck. He's not going to be able to do what he wants with her standing there.

He sighs heavily. "Alright, we can do that,” he gives her a tight-lipped smile, trying to hide his annoyance. 

Bucky carefully removes his hand from his pet’s thigh, making sure Maria doesn’t notice the movement. They both pack their things as Maria waits expectantly. As all three of them exit the room, Bucky turns to his pet, needing to keep up a purely professional facade now that they have a witness.

"You did great work today. Just keep studying over the weekend and you'll be prepared for Monday's exam."

"Thank you, Professor, I will. See you on Monday," she smiles shyly before turning to walk in the opposite direction.

He watches her skirt swish as she walks, wishing he could've gotten his hands under it. He turns to Maria, holding out his hand to let her lead the way.

"Shall we?" He smiles, wanting to maintain a respectable image in her eyes. 

Once Maria turns her back to him and starts walking, Bucky drops the smile – quickly replacing it with a glower he bores into the back of her head. He was so close to finally getting what he's been waiting for. 

But it's no matter. He's sure it won't be long until him and his pet are right back to where they left off.

~~~~~

Bucky drops the graded papers on the back row. He stomps to the front of the classroom, roughly putting his belongings down as he goes to write on the board.

He's in a sour mood because he hasn't seen his pet since Maria interrupted them six days ago. Sure, she showed up for the exam on Monday, but she didn't visit his office later that day nor the following day. Bucky was hoping to pick back up from last time, but he won't get that opportunity if he can't get her alone.

He finishes writing out the lesson plan, turning around to eye the class. There's less than three minutes before he’s supposed to begin, but she hasn't shown up yet. Bucky watches the clock and, when the hour arrives, she still never walks in.

Bucky huffs, jumping into the lecture for the students who did come to class. Throughout the hour and a half, his eyes continue to stray to her vacant seat – missing that pretty smile and even prettier cleavage of hers. The rest of the lecture trudges along without his pet there to amuse him.

Following his next few classes, Bucky heads to his office as usual. However, upon approaching his door, he’s met with a concerning discovery.

“What the fuck?” He hisses under his breath, hastening his steps. His door is ajar – the handle bent at an odd angle, nearly busted off completely. “Who the fuck did this?” He whispers incredulously.

Walking into his office, he does a quick survey of the room. Nothing seems out of place: not his papers, books, or anything else. Whoever tampered with his door must not have actually entered the room.

That doesn’t mean he’s any less perturbed by the finding, though. Why would someone go through all of this for no apparent reason? Break his door just to cause a scene? He can’t make sense of it.

Bucky keeps the door propped open for fear of further damaging it. He reports the problem to the higher-ups – being told it can't be fixed until tomorrow morning – before busying himself at his desk.

With less than 20 minutes left in his office hours, Bucky hears a set of footsteps coming down the hall. He looks up from his work, seeing the student he's been impatiently waiting to get alone the past several days. She smiles at him before looking at the broken door, expression shifting to concern.

"What happened here?" She points to the door.

"Hell if I know. It was like that when I got here," he shakes his head. "Damn miscreants. Defacing school property. And my office of all places," he scowls.

"Oh… I'm so sorry, Professor," she pouts.

He waves his hand dismissively, wanting to quickly move past the subject now that she's showed up. "It'll be fixed soon enough. But I'm happy to see you here. I was beginning to get worried." And annoyed, he adds in his mind.

She looks down at her feet, shying away from his gaze. "I'm sorry. I was feeling a little under the weather, and so wasn't able to visit your office the past few days." She looks up at him, giving him a small smile. "But I'm feeling much better now, and so wanted to stop by."

Bucky's utterly relieved. His pet wasn't purposefully avoiding him – she was just unwell. And even better, the first thing she did once she felt better was come to see him.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm glad you're feeling well again."

"I… also might've stopped by to see if I could get my test back," she cringes.

Bucky withholds a frown. This impromptu visit of hers wasn't just to say hello, but also to acquire something from him. He would normally be much more peeved at such a request – feeling like he's been relegated to second place – but one look at her sweet face dispels those thoughts.

"Normally, I wouldn't do this," he rummages through the papers on his desk. "You know my rule about needing to show up to class to collect one's work," finding her test, he pulls it out. "But, for you… I'm willing to break a few rules," he smirks, extending the exam towards her.

She takes it gratefully. Her eyes widen at the score written on the front: 115/100. She looks back at him, shock and awe overtaking her face as she unsteadily drops her bag.

Bucky chuckles at her reaction; he knew that would please her.

“You did an exemplary job,” he tells her earnestly. She’s significantly improved since the beginning of the semester, greatly surprising him. “You more than earned those extra points.”

“Wow… I-I don’t even know what to say. Thank you, Professor.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” he shakes his head. Though, he does enjoy hearing her say that. “That was all you. Nothing to do with me.”

“Of course I have to thank you,” she rounds his desk, claiming her usual spot beside him. “If you hadn’t have helped me so much, there’s no way I would’ve done this good.” She scoots closer to him, the length of her exposed leg pressed against his slacks. Gingerly, she places her hand on his thigh. “Truly, I want to thank you, Professor Barnes,” her voice drips with sweetness.

Bucky looks down at her hand before dragging his eyes back up to her face. She bites her lip and lightly squeezes his leg – her normally reserved nature giving way to a more brazen one. 

This is it: the moment he’s been working towards – the torturous wait finally coming to an end.

She trails her hand towards his crotch, silently communicating how she plans to thank him. Just as he starts leaning in to taste her mouth, something draws his attention from the corner of his eye.

“Wait,” he stills her hand. “We can’t do this.”

Her brow furrows in confusion. “W-what? I thought you wanted–”

“Not here,” he clarifies. “We can’t do this here,” he nods towards the open door. Anyone could walk by and catch them – spelling disaster. He checks his watch; there’s less than 10 minutes until his next class. “And we don’t have enough time for what I want to do anyway.” He’s not going to settle for a simple handie after denying himself for so long.

He sighs. Just his fucking luck, right? His door won't be fixed until tomorrow afternoon, and he can’t take her back to his house. He’s learned his lesson after last time. That’s one new rule he’ll definitely never break.

“Maybe I can find us a hotel or–”

“I don’t have a roommate,” she says quickly. “I live in the dorms, but my roommate moved out last semester. I could sneak you in tonight when my RA takes his smoke break. Would that work?” She looks at him hopefully.

Bucky can’t remember the last time he stepped foot in a dormitory. And honestly… the prospect doesn’t sound incredibly appealing. However, what does sound appealing is getting under her skirt as soon as possible.

“Okay, that works.”

“Great!” She beams. “Williams Hall at around 11 p.m. I’ll meet you at the south entrance.” She stands suddenly, grabbing her things and walking to the door. Just as she steps under the archway, she turns and winks. “See you tonight, Professor.”

He watches her leave without getting so much as a kiss. What a little tease, he chides. But still, he can’t wait until tonight.

~~~~~

Bucky feels foolish having to sneak around like a horny teenager. He never thought he’d lower himself to such standards, yet here he is: hoodie pulled over his head as he’s ushered through the halls of her dorm.

Once inside her room, he drops his hood, taking in the space. It’s a standard dorm room: two sets of desks, dressers, twin beds, and so on; though, one half of the room is barren while the other is cluttered. It’s not an ideal environment, but Bucky doesn’t really give a shit at this point.

She closes the door before rounding him, standing between him and the bed. In her tank top and shorts, Bucky lets his eyes wander her body – licking his lips in anticipation of seeing what lies beneath.

He surges forward, placing his hands on her face. “Finally,” he captures her mouth in a heated kiss. “I’ve been fucking waiting to get you to myself," he pants.

He pulls her back to his mouth, letting his hands run down her body until he cups her bottom. Her body is rigid against his, but with a little coaxing by way of kneading her ass, he gets her to return his fervor.

“Let me thank you, Professor Barnes,” she breathes between kisses, voice so low he can barely hear her. “Let me show you how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me.”

That hazy, lust-filled look in her eyes makes his cock harden. He kisses her again, tugging her lip between his teeth as their mouths part.

“Go on, then,” he nods towards the bed. “Show me.”

She steps back, ridding herself of all clothing apart from her bra. She gives him a saucy wink before turning and climbing up on the bed. Planting herself on her hands and knees, she keeps her back to him as she faces the headboard.

The little minx. How did she know this is his favorite position? While he might’ve preferred missionary in this instance – getting to see her face twisted in pleasure – he’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Bucky swiftly removes his clothing, clambering up behind her once he's bare. He gives her a quick spank, jolting her forward and making her squeak. He likes it a little rough; he’s sure she won’t mind.

Taking himself in hand, he runs the head over her slit – feeling the wetness that’s pooled there. He keeps one hand on her hip as he lines himself up. Just as he's poised at her entrance, he leans forward, draping himself over her back.

“Better brace yourself, Pet,” he growls, slamming into her in one harsh thrust.

A yelp escapes her mouth as he groans – his cock a snug fit within her walls.

“Fuck!” he hisses in her ear. He rolls his hips against her, letting her get accommodated to the stretch. “If I knew your little pussy was this tight, I would’ve fucked it a lot sooner.”

He sits back up, returning to a kneeled position behind her. Grabbing her by the hips, he starts a rapid pace. Whines, grunts, and clapping flesh create a lewd symphony as they reverberate throughout the room. On a particularly deep thrust, she whimpers loudly.

“Yeah? You like that?” He pants.

She gives him a small nod in response.

“No, no. You’re a big girl. Use your words,” Bucky digs his fingers into her skin, likely forming bruises along her hips. “Be a good pet and tell your professor how much you like his cock pounding into you.”

She doesn’t speak – just drops to rest on her forearms.

“Oh, come on. Gone all quiet on me now?” He laughs airily. “I thought you were going to show how much you appreciate me,” he suddenly stills as he’s fully seated in her, grinding against her ass.

The motion draws a moan from her – the sound slightly muffled.

“Nothing to say? Rendered speechless?” He taunts. “That’s alright. I’ll talk enough for the both of us,” he starts moving again, faster this time. “Your pussy’s so fucking wet it’s drowning my cock,” he looks down, seeing her arousal coating both of their thighs.

Bucky lets go of her hips to give a slap to both cheeks. “And this ass,” he places one hand back on her hip while the other grabs a generous handful of her behind. “I thought it looked good under those little skirts of yours, but it looks even better bouncing against my cock.”

His eyes trail up her back, seeing the clasp of the bra she’s still wearing.

“But you know what I’ve been dying to see?” He grabs the back of her neck, pulling her up so she’s flush against him. “These tits you’ve been teasing me with all semester.” Not even bothering to properly remove the garment, he yanks the cups down, watching her breasts jiggle with each snap of his hips. “Fucking beautiful,” he brings a hand up to palm one. 

He looks to her face, wanting to see the pleasure he’s giving her. However, instead of a blissed-out expression like he expects, Bucky sees tears staining her cheeks. 

He immediately stops thrusting. “Whoa! Hey, what’s wrong?” He turns her head to him, looking over her face.

“N-nothing,” she finally speaks. “Keep going.”

“You’re sure?” Concern floods his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.” While he’s not the gentlest of lovers, Bucky’s not a sadist.

“You’re not,” she shakes her head. Taking his hand, she places it back on her breast. “Keep going, please,” she gives him a desperate look, wiggling against him.

At her plea, Bucky hesitantly starts moving again, watching her face closely. As she moans and scrunches her eyes shut in pleasure, Bucky resumes his previous quick pace.

“Yes! Oh God, just like that,” she talks freely, her voice returning out of nowhere. She drops her hand to circle her clit – a few seconds later gasping loudly as she cums.

“Shit!” He rasps as she clenches around him. He squeezes her hip and breast tightly – giving a few more brutal thrusts – before throwing his head back, spilling inside her.

He drops them both to the bed, making sure not to crush her as he quickly rolls to the side. She lays on her stomach and he on his back as they catch their breath. 

Craning his neck to look at her, Bucky sees her cheeks are still wet with tears. “What happened?” He reaches out, gently wiping her face.

Exhausted, she half-heartedly shrugs a shoulder. “I-I guess it was... so... good you made me cry,” she stutters, chuckling awkwardly.

“Well... that’s certainly a first,” he laughs. “You’re welcome, I suppose.” He wipes her face dry before giving one last spank to her ass. “I think you’ve shown how thankful you are.”

“Oh…,” she smirks, “...you have no idea how thankful I am right now.”

~~~~~

Bucky sits at his desk while looking over next week’s lesson plan. The repairman came earlier this morning and replaced his damaged door, allowing Bucky to shut his office and work in peace. 

Feeling a migraine starting to develop, he massages his temples gently. He didn’t get much sleep last night after he snuck out of his pet’s dorm sometime around 1:30. Next time, he’s going to insist they’re finished before midnight – he’s not as spry as he once was, and not even her pussy can tempt him to get less than six hours of sleep again.

A loud knock sounds against his door, ringing through his head. He groans and more forcefully rubs his temples as he tells the person to come in. Despite the headache, Bucky smiles upon seeing his pet enter.

She’s dressed differently than normal, trading her skirt for jeans and v-neck for a button up – only the top one undone. She sits across from him, making no move to drag her chair around the desk.

“What’s with the get-up?” He gestures to her outfit. “You have an interview later? Need some advice? I could give you a tip or two,” he smirks.

She stares coolly at him, not amused by his innuendo.

“And why are you sitting on that side? Come on over to your usual spot,” he stands, making to drag her chair around to him.

“Please sit down, Professor Barnes,” she says harshly.

Her bluntness catches him off guard. Regardless, he does as she asks – retaking his seat. “Uh… okay. Something the matter, sweetheart? You’re acting a little strange.”

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she pulls her laptop out of her bag, typing away for a second before placing it on his desk. She turns it around to show him the screen, hitting the spacebar to play a video. 

Bucky’s jaw nearly drops as he watches himself standing in her dorm room, kissing her fiercely.

His eyes dart up to her face – seeing her wholly neutral expression – before looking back at the screen. The footage shows the length of her bed, the camera seemingly hidden by the headboard. His video-self grabs her ass as he continues kissing her. “Go on, then. Show me,” Bucky hears himself say through the speaker.

“Uh… sweetheart… what is this?” He asks carefully.

“Shh,” she puts a finger to her lips. “Keep watching.”

Her video-self removes her clothes before turning around to face the camera. Though Bucky remembers her enthusiastic expression in real life, on the screen, she looks terrified: brows drawn together in consternation, a frown tugging at her lips.

Bucky removes his clothing before joining her on the bed, giving her a spank. She takes a bated breath as he leans over her. “Better brace yourself, Pet,” he says. Her face immediately scrunches up in pain as he enters her, contrasting sharply with his own blissful expression. As his on-screen self starts thrusting quickly, Bucky decides he’s seen enough.

“Seriously, what is this?” He looks at her sharply. “Why was this filmed? If someone sees this, I could get in a lot of trouble."

Slowly, she drags her eyes away from the screen – coming to look at him calmly.

“I know," she deadpans. She gives him a dupe smile before looking back at the screen.

“What? Then why–”

“Wait,” she interrupts him. “You’re missing the good part.”

Bucky watches as her on-screen self continues to make painful faces, baring her teeth as she winces. As he talks to her on the recording, tears start running down her cheeks. She drops to her forearms and covers her mouth with a hand, holding back what look like sobs.

"I-I don't understand…," Bucky says, confusion clouding his head.

The recording continues for a bit longer – filled with his salacious words and her pitiful grimaces – before coming to an end right as Bucky grips the top of her bra and tears it down. She shuts the laptop as Bucky sits stunned.

“W-why was this filmed?” He repeats the only coherent thought in his mind.

“Do you remember when I told you my roommate moved out last semester?” She ignores his question. “I never told you why she moved out.”

She slowly stands and rounds his desk, coming to sit atop it directly in front of him.

“She actually dropped out of school entirely,” her face falls. “You see, the guy she’d been seeing broke her heart. She used to tell me all about him: how smart he was, how much he doted on her, how he made her feel like one-of-a-kind. He sounded like a great guy.

"So color me surprised when, out of the blue, she ran in sobbing saying he'd dumped her one day," she frowns deeply. "But it wasn't just some high school break-up, no. This asshole crushed her. He made her feel worthless, like she was just a piece of meat that meant absolutely nothing to him."

She lets out a sharp scoff. "And apparently, this guy had a history of doing this: leading girls on – telling them exactly what they wanted to hear in order to get what he wanted – until he had his fill and tossed them aside like garbage. My friend was just another in a long line of broken hearts.

"But, unlike the other girls, my friend was… very... fragile," sorrow overtakes her features. "She took his rejection hard, spiraling and questioning everything about herself: her merit, her value…," her voice gets thick with tears, "...her life."

Taking a deep breath, she composes herself before continuing. "But, thankfully, she's doing better now – not great, but better. She's been getting help and slowly improving these past few months, and I'm happy for her," she smiles.

Bucky stares at her incredulously. What the hell is she talking about? Why should I give a fuck about this? He thinks.

"Um… I have to ask: why is this relevant?" His brow furrows in annoyance.

"Oh, silly me," she smacks her head. "I forgot to mention something very important," she says in a patronizing voice. "My friend... is Amanda Griffiths. You know, one of your former students."

Bucky's whole body tenses. His heartbeat pounds in his ears.

“Or… I guess, she was a little more than just a student of yours," her lip curls in disgust. "For a time, that is.”

Bucky hasn’t seen or heard a peep about Amanda since last November. He knew she didn’t take the rejection easily – she literally had a breakdown right on his porch for all of his neighbors to see – but he didn’t realize things were that bad. If he had known she would go off the rails, maybe he would’ve been more delicate when breaking things off with her. Maybe.

“I’m sorry to hear that happened to her,” she says softly, trying to sound sympathetic. “But, I’m glad she’s doing better now.”

“Don’t pretend like you give a shit,” she spits. “You only care about yourself and how others perceive you. I only told you all of that to give some context into why I did this.”

Bucky’s irritated she didn’t accept his condolences. “And what is it that you did, huh?” He jibes. “Filmed some amateur porn to watch later when you're lonely?"

She lets out a humorless bark of laughter. “Please. Give me a break. I've had much better in bed than the likes of you,” she rolls her eyes. "But no, that’s not all that I did.”

Bucky sneers at her self-assured tone. “Then please enlighten me," he says sarcastically. "What is it you did?”

“Why, Professor Barnes...” she leans in, trailing a finger along his jaw, “...I played you for a fool.” She sits back, her mouth half twisted up in a grin. 

“You held out longer than I expected, I’ll give you that. But still, it was so easy getting you to go after me. It didn’t take much; just a few slutty tops, bashful looks, and strokes of that enormous ego of yours – ‘You’re so smart, Professor Barnes. You’re the best professor I’ve ever had. I wish all of my professors were like you.’ – and you were practically drooling at the sight of me.” She repeats her words from earlier in the semester, using a mocking voice this time around.

“If you had stopped admiring your own dick for five seconds to check school records, you would’ve seen I’m on the Dean’s list. I mean, really? Did you honestly think I was that clueless?” She chuckles darkly. “Oh... but I guess you wouldn’t care anyway. You get off on showing everyone how ‘great’ and ‘smart’ you are,” she uses air quotes to ridicule him.

Bucky feels anger bubbling in his gut, being talked down to like a child. Who does she think she is? Some “mastermind” that pulled a fast one over on me?

“So… what? You played dumb just to sleep with me? To show you could woo me into bed?” He snarks. Is that all?

"You're seriously still underestimating me, Professor Barnes?" She scoffs. "I didn't do this just to put you in your place," she raises a challenging brow. "I did it to get you fired."

Bucky's stomach drops. She wouldn't dare.

"You think you're untouchable. You think that you can do whatever – fuck over whoever – you want and not face any consequences," she states matter-of-factly. "I've come to show you that you're wrong. That judgement day has finally come."

Bucky feels like he's going to be sick. His career, his livelihood, his reputation – all of that can be ruined in the blink of an eye.

"I'll be frank…," her voice pulls him out of his swirling thoughts, "...that wasn't my initial intention when I first planned this. I just wanted to knock you down a peg or two, you know? Hurt you like you hurt Amanda."

She puts a finger on her cheek as if to show she's deep in thought. "But then I got to thinking: why stop at getting revenge for just my friend? What about all the other students you've hurt? And the others you'll probably hurt in the future. Who's going to look out for them?" She drops her hand, giving him an intense look. 

"After I realized that, it was obvious what needed to be done."

She chuckles, "Of course, I needed to make sure I had some kind of evidence that could be used against you; that, when the time came, it wasn't just your word against mine." Gently, she pats the laptop sitting beside her. "That's why I needed to get this little piece of insurance."

She twists her head back, nodding towards the door. “Sorry about that by the way,” she grins, not actually meaning her words. “I needed to get you somewhere that I could set everything up.”

Bucky blinks dumbly at her. She really had been playing him for a fool – acting very convincingly as an air-headed student the whole semester. He swallows thickly. She's got his balls in a vice and she knows it.

However, having video proof of their sordid affair sparks an idea in Bucky. It's a long shot, but it might let him retake control of the situation – maybe get a leg up on her. He musters up as much courage as possible, pretending he isn't scared shitless by her threat.

“And if you release that video, you think things will bode well for you? That my reputation is the only one that’ll be tarnished?" He fires back. "You’re delusional if you think anyone will take you seriously once they think you slept your way to the Dean’s list,” he raises a brow, his confidence rapidly returning.

She laughs loudly in his face, immediately draining all of his bravado. “You’re joking, right? You think I can’t convince the administrative office that I was pressured into sleeping with you?” Her expression quickly shifts into a state of distress, brow furrowing and lip quivering. “Dean Wilson, he told me I had to or else he’d fail me. I didn’t think I had another choice,” she says pathetically, feigning innocence.

“Please,” she scoffs, shifting back into a cold demeanor. “You’d be fired in a heartbeat and I’d be branded a ‘survivor’.” She pauses for a moment. “Come to think of it… why should I stop at the school? Why not just take it straight to the police?”

“The police?” His eyes go wide. “Why would they get involved? The only illegal thing about that video is that it was filmed without my permission,” he states plainly. While sleeping with his students is ethically wrong, it’s not illegal. If anything, taking it to the police would only hurt her.

“Were we not watching the same video?” She asks rhetorically. “Did you not see my stellar acting skills on full display? The tears and such?” She waves a hand in front of her face, looking at Bucky like he’s an idiot. “I think it’d be pretty easy to spin all of that as... rape, don’t you think?” The corner of her mouth curves upward in a wicked grin.

“And honestly, who do you think they’ll believe in the end? The student with a spotless record, or the professor who – with a little bit of digging – they’ll find has a closet full of skeletons?”

Silence overtakes the room. She stares him down, silently challenging him – fire burning behind her eyes.

She’s right. No matter what, she’s got the upper hand and there’s nothing he can do – no way he can claw himself out of this. 

This is it. It’s over. He’s lost, been bested. And by some damn college girl, no less. 

Bucky is absolutely infuriated.

"You… you… you conniving, manipulative, little BITCH!" He pushes himself to his feet, towering over her as he breathes heavily.

She remains calmly seated on his desk, completely unperturbed by his reaction.

"Now, Professor Barnes…,” she chastises, “...is that any way to speak to me?" Her tone drips with condescension. Tilting her head slightly, a devilish smirk curls her lip.

"After all… I thought I was your teacher's pet."

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A/N: Mwahaha! Yes, this was a dark!reader fic all along. Don’t get me wrong, Bucky was also dark in this story, but Reader wasn’t as innocent as she seemed to be. Anyways, I’d love to know what you thought! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

Warnings: NON-CON (filming sex), dark!reader, revenge porn/extortion, false rape accusations

Tags: @mcudarklibrary​

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[quietmyfearswith]

broken bones are mending {stephen strange x fem!reader}

status — oneshot

warnings — cursing, name calling (whore), attempt at angst, attempt at fluff

word count — 5,758

a/n — so this is for @nastybuckybarnes​‘s 7k follower celebration !! congratulations on this by the way, you deserve all the recognition for you really are a talented and skilled writer :) i know that stephen is a doctor but in this au he never became a master of the mystic arts, he’s just a doctor oki ,, as always, feedback is appreciated !! have a great day :>

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“Dr. Strange, you have a follow up check up with Mr. Roberts at 5:30 pm and after that you have a brief meeting with Dr. Palmer and Dr. West and you’re done for the rest of the day,” one of the nurses who assisted me in an earlier operation informed me about what the rest of my day will look like. I nodded my head as I paused in front of a hospital room wherein one of my orthopedic patients is currently confined in.

“Well, I’m just gonna check with Ms. Y/N and come collect me 15 minutes before my appointment with Roberts,” I informed him in and he looked at me weirdly, it was just 3:45 and he might have wondered why would I spend so long with one of our patients, but he did not have it in him enough to question my orders as he nodded and handed me the clipboard containing the progress report of the female patient inside the room.

As he walked away, I knocked on the door, “Come in,” I heard her voice shout out as she lowered the volume of the tiny television placed inside her room. “How you doing, Y/L/N?” I inquired as I went to her left side wherein she had injured her whole leg.

“Not too bad, considering how it’s nearing a month since I obtained this injury,” she joked as I playfully rolled my eyes and went to check her progress report. “Well, I’m just here to check your leg if that’s okay?” She nodded and paused the show she was previously watching, I then proceeded to remove her leg brace. I heard her let out small whimpers whenever I lightly grazed her leg, to which I quietly mumbled apologies.

“Does it hurt here,” I inquired while I pressed lightly on her fibia, “Or here?” and pressed on her fibula. “More on the first area. But only when you press it, not when I’m just laying down.” I nodded and quickly wrote down on the paper attached to the clipboard what I observed. As I looked up from the clipboard into her engrossed face, I lifted my eyebrows, and asked her, “What?”

Y/N shook her head and chuckled, which just made me become even more curious as to what was going on inside her head. After calming herself down with the chuckles, she sat up straight even more, “Are you tired?”

Her blunt question got me taken back, why the hell would she ask that? And seemingly out of nowhere as well. “Excuse me?” She smiled, though it did not fully reach her eyes and it looked as if she was genuinely concerned about my well-being, “You seem like you’re eternally tired. And it seems as if the life has been drained right out of you,” she snickered.

I shook my head, trying to shrug off her concern and not letting her see the appreciation of her attention. Instead, I directed my focus back to her leg and checked if there were anymore bruising and swelling. “You do know that I’m the doctor, right?” I asked as I began putting back the leg brace that helped her in her recovery, “I’m the one who’s supposed to be looking after you, not the other way around?” I asked after successfully assembling the brace and crossing my arms at her after doing so.

She shrugged her shoulders as she laid down again and casually replied, “Why can’t those two things happen?” I rolled my eyes as I collected the clipboard and headed for the door, not before reminding her, “Tomorrow we have therapy, so don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“Well, with this leg injury, don’t think I can go that far,” was the last witty comeback I heard from her before exiting her room and shutting the door. I paused briefly taking in our very quick encounter, she really is something huh, I thought to myself before walking towards my office — eager for this day to finally come to an end.

“Be honest, do you like hospital food? Or is it something you just learn to deal with?” I asked Dr. Strange as he was helping me stand up before guiding me into my first exercise. “Bold of you to assume that I eat that kind of crap,” Strange retorted as he slowly began to let me go. I worked on standing on both my feet, independently and despite a few initial wobbles, I was able to stand on my own after a few seconds of flailing my arms around in an attempt to gain balance and composure. I smiled widely and brightly at the doctor on my right, he looked as if he was fighting back a smile of his own before putting one hand under his chin and thought for a moment, “Try walking on your heels and toes across the room,” he ordered.

I began walking on my heels, away from him and towards the door, when I suddenly tried to converse, “Is it because you already taste like shit? Or you just got sick of what it tastes like?” As I returned from the walk and stood near him again he sighed, “If I answer, will it get you to cooperate and do what I asked you to do?” As I quickly nodded my head, he sighed once more before answering, “Well, if you’ve been working at a hospital for almost a decade, you get tired of their bland food. Besides, not all of their meals are that healthy, anyway,” he explained as he watched me walk on my toes.

“Try reaching for your toes without bending your knees,” he instructed and stood up — preparing for if ever I needed his help. I nodded and and bent down, I was able to do so, but not for a long time and slowly got back into standing straight. “Any pain in doing so?”

“Not much, just really not that flexible,” I stated and he nodded, “I reckon you should take more antioxidants, and not just rely on those protein bars,” I commented. “Why would you even bring that up?” he questioned, but before I could reply he immediately asked me, “Try bending your knees down with your legs together, then try to squat.”

As I was doing the exercises, I casually told him, “I chatted with one of the nurses the other day. He mentioned you’d pull double shifts and just snack on protein bars to help you get by,” I adjusted my stance, having my legs be shoulder-width apart, and moved to try for a squat, “Don’t think those will be enough to get you through two shifts. Plus, if I’m being honest, you need to drink some more water ‘cause you constantly look like you’d pass out from dehydration.”

He noticed I was having difficulty in squatting so asked if he could put one hand on my back and the other on my injured leg — to which I agreed. As he was aiding me on the exercise, he defended himself by saying, “Don’t see how my well-being is your concern. Plus, I’ll have you know that protein bars are delicious and substantial, thank you very much.”

After coming back up from a squat, I looked at him weirdly, “I’m not a nutritionist but I’m pretty sure that it isn’t a good substitute for an actual meal,” I commented before proceeding to go for another squat, “If I wasn’t confined, I’d cook you a homemade meal.”

“Alright that’s enough bending, did any of those exercises hurt when you were doing them?” I shook my head no and told him that it just ached a little when I was in that position for too long. “Now sit back down on the bed,” I followed his orders and let my legs touch the side of the bed with both my hands resting on my sides, “I’m gonna hold your leg and control it for a bit, that okay?”

I nodded my head and watched him lift my leg parallel to the floor and he asked if there was pain, even in the slightest, when he did so. This continued on for a few minutes, he'd move my leg a certain way, ask if there was any pain, and I’d always tell him if there were any pain or discomfort. “You know, if I’m being honest, I doubt if you can make a decent meal.”

Gasping loudly, I brought one of my hands in my chest, offended and hurt with his confession. He was kneeling on his left knee while both his hands were still holding on to my left leg and was moving it around to see if there were areas where I was experiencing aching — and even so he was performing a medical task, he had the nerve to smirk at what he said. As if he was teasing me even further.

“I’ll have you know, I can make one tasty and flavorful lasagna!” I argued, to which he just boisterously laughed at as he stood up and told me to lay back down so he can put back the leg brace. I let out a rather loud huff while doing what I was told, which amused him even more for he laughed once again, though it was softer and more quiet. “Perhaps that’s the only thing you can make tasty?”

I was about to retort him with a comeback when I found myself not doing it. This is the first I’ve seen him laugh out loud, genuinely and carefree, I thought to myself. “Laughing looks good on you, Dr. Strange.” This abrupt statement had him stop his reattachment of the brace halfway through, as he looked at me — puzzled and confused — and voiced out his statement of mentioned feelings, “What looks good on me, Ms. Y/LN? Is it the scrub suit?”

Even though I knew he was joking, I could not help but become a bit serious on the topic and told him, “Laughing — or joy, in general — looks good on you. It makes you seem relaxed and I dunno, more human, I guess?” I admitted to him nervously to which he just shrugged off and continued to hook up the brace. “Well, I’m glad that it was you who made me look not lifeless,” he said as he began writing down on the clipboard.

I draped the hospital blanket over me and reminded him, “Well they do say that laughter is the best medicine right, doc?” He chuckled as he finished writing down and looked at me and smiled, “Unless you’re laughing without a reason, then you probably need to be on medicine.”

I let out a few giggles while watching his form retreat and head for the door, “Will I see you tomorrow, Doctor?” He gave me one last look just before his whole body disappeared into the half-opened door, “As long as I’m still working at this hospital, you’ll surely see me, Ms. Y/N.”

“Thanks for providing your second opinion on my patient’s condition earlier, Stephen,” Christine praised me as we both walked out of one of the rooms wherein we’d meet with patients who came in for check ups or referrals. I patted her on the back, “Don’t mention it, Palmer, at least you came to me for help and not to Dr. West,” I remarked while quoting the word doctor.

She stopped in her tracks and looked at me seriously, “Can it, Strange. West is a good doctor, you just fail to see that.” Her defense had me rolling my eyes and crossing both my arms, “If he’s such a damn good doctor why don’t you always partner up with him and ask for his second opinion then?”

Before she could even prove her point even further, a nurse came to her and informed her about how her presence was required by one of the head doctors. “Honestly? I approached him first before you, so don’t get too cocky now, Strange.”

I stared at her with disbelief and disturbance with what she has just revealed to me. However, that state was cut short when the nurse who informed Christine had also reminded me, “Dr. Strange, you need to see patient Y/N one last time before she’s discharged and book an appointment in the following month for her follow up check up.”

Suddenly at the mention of the patient who continuously brightened up my day with her silly antics and attempts at conversing, I felt the slight annoyance within me disappear. I thanked the nurse and my feet took me to where my favorite patient had been staying for almost three months.  As I stood in front of her room, I contemplated for a while about how I wanted our last — for a while, at least, since their next interactions would probably be a few and far in between — encounter be.

With a deep breath, I knocked on the door, and heard her voice call out for me to come in. Upon seeing her wearing her civilian clothing and just sporting a smaller leg support and not a bulky leg brace, made me sport a soft and serene smile. Being the one in charge of her recovery has made me incredibly proud — when she was first brought in here, her left leg had a partial tear in her ligament, near her tibia, while there was swelling on her tibia which made it difficult for her to move around. In the short three months that we have collaborated in order to get Y/N back to how she was post-surgery, I have witnessed how her bravery and determination has got her through the tedious and lengthy therapy sessions that she had to go through, as well as the other medical procedures that she had gone through.

And now that she is being discharged from the hospital, I couldn’t help but feel pride for her progress. But there was also a part of me that feels somber. As much as I hate to admit it, our daily interactions — despite some being short while some lasted for over an hour — provided an illumination filled with hope and joy in my everyday life that was filled with exhaustion and monotonous repetition. “So Ms. Y/N, are you excited about being discharged?”

I watched her gleam at me, happiness and excitement being more than evident on her face, she stood up with a bounce and showed me how she was now able to conduct a different range of motions — most of them she was not able to execute in the past months. “More than ready, doc. All thanks to you I’m now not walking away with a broken leg,” she expressed her gratitude.

Her declaration warmed my heart, “You give me too much credit, you should also take into account the hard work and effort into getting yourself back into the way you were prior to your unfortunate accident,” I commended her as I sat down on the bench parallel to her bed. She sat back down on the bed, with her swinging her legs she replied casually, “Well that may be true; but don’t forget that you had to put up with my nosy and talkative ass, so yes, I think you deserve more credit,” she giggled.

I shook my head as I reached for the clipboard placed on the bedside table beside her bed, filling up the form which when completed would finalize her release from the hospital. As I was writing down on the paper — very slowly, hoping to cherish our last few moments together — we casually chatted up until she suddenly brought something up out of nowhere, “You gonna miss me when I leave, doctor?”

I paused from filling up the form and looked up at her with a raised brow, “What’s with the sudden confidence, Y/L/N?” I managed to deliver in a cool and composed manner, I wasn’t entirely sure that I wanted her to know how I looked forward to checking in on her everyday and that our conversations were something that made me happy for she was quick-witted and absolutely hilarious.

She shrugged her shoulders and fiddled with her fingers that rested on her lap, “Nothing really. It’s just,” she thought about what she wanted to say for a while, and set down the clipboard — containing the now completed release form; although I wasn’t telling her that yet — and looked at her curiously and eager to know what she had in mind, “Talking and spending time with you, made my time here somewhat tolerable and you know? It took my mind off from the pain and difficulty I had to endure from the procedures and therapy.”

I could not help but soften my look on here, at awe with how she viewed our interactions and how she also saw me as someone who brightened up the past few months — months that should have been somber and bleak given her situation. Before I could even respond she further explained, “It might sound silly, or immature, or even childish; but I really looked forward to seeing you everyday. And I’m thankful that you nursed me back to health but you also help me battle through the loneliness. So yeah, I’m very thankful to have met you.”

I gulped down and somehow decided that now was the best time to tell her that I reciprocated what she felt, “Well there's something I needed to tell you,” I began and I saw her eyes look at me eagerly and just as I was about to voice out what I felt, someone opened the door and entered the room, to which we both brought our gaze into.

“Kian! Hey you found your way up!” Y/N happily greeted as she waved to the guy. “Of course, I had to make sure you got home safely, where’s your bag by the way?” he inquired and she pointed to the bags that were placed at the front of the bed. He nodded and grabbed it, Y/N then looked at me and remembered, “What was it you were gonna say?”

I abruptly stood up and handed her the clipboard, “Oh it was nothing, just sign here and hand it over to the nurse at reception. She’ll shortly release you after that. And on the 15th next month is your follow up appointment, at 4:30 pm” my dismissal to her might have come across as rude, but I didn’t find the strength within me to tell her of how she was important to me seeing how she had a guy this good looking that was probably around her age and someone who cared for her enough to pick her up at the day she was being released from the hospital. Insecurity and doubt taking over my usual cocky and confident facade.

She seemed taken aback with what I said, eyebrows furrowed, she signed on the form and looked at my retreating form. “Okay thanks, Dr. Strange, see you on the 15th,” I nodded at her as I began making my way out of the room, in order for the two of them to have privacy and for me to conceal how the situation was now affecting me. I patted the guy, Kian, on his back, “Take care of her.” My legs walked briskly, knowing that if I probably stayed it would have just made me more sorrowful than how I already was.

Upon closing the door, I immediately made a beeline for my office. Grateful that my afternoon schedule did not include operations or checkups. Entering my office, I immediately plopped down on the sofa that was a few feet away from the door. I rubbed my face and groaned out loud, of course a woman who was extremely beautiful, funny, quick-witted, and determined was bound to be in a relationship with someone. Did I really hope that Y/N was single when she was that great? After a few moments, I told myself that I probably just infatuated with her because I saw her everyday for the past three months. I was just excited to meet someone who was completely different from the people I encounter on a regular basis. This is just a stupid crush that he would not want to think about and won’t have to think about once again.

With a sigh, I stood up and headed for my office desk and tried to distract myself from the memories of Y/N brightening up his day and instead buried myself with medical work.  

To say that my last encounter with Dr. Strange was a disappointment was an understatement. I told him about how much he has helped me get through this injury — and not just on the physical and medical aspect of it — and for him to quickly dismiss it. Perhaps he was just not comfortable talking about it with his patients? Maybe he was surprised to see your cousin, Kian, and did not want to keep you any longer?

With today being the 15th, half of me was excited to see him once again. While the other part of me was cautious about how he would react to seeing me once again — would he be as cold or as dismissive as he was from our last conversation?

With a huff, I pressed on the elevator floor where I knew his office would be. Upon reaching the floor, I immediately took in the surroundings, it’s been a month and it felt like not too long ago this had become my temporary home. Smiling to some of the nurses and other staff whom I recognized, I was making my way through the busy halls and found myself on the side of the building where Dr. Strange’s office would be.

“You’re the best, Stephen,” I heard a girl praise him as she untangled herself from her embrace with the doctor whom I’ve been spending too much time thinking about. I looked the other way, feeling as if I was somewhat violating their privacy by witnessing their intimate exchange. The girl was then called by a nurse leaving Dr. Strange to acknowledge my presence by saying, “Oh Y/N,  you’ve finally arrived.”

I sheepishly nodded, “Is it a bad time?” He quickly shook his head and led me into his office, “No, no it’s not. Come on in and let’s start the checkup.” I nodded and went in first and he followed, directing me to sit on the examination table. “So, how have you been feeling? Any pain when performing tasks?” he inquired as he grabbed a notepad that was by his office desk.

I shook my head no, “Not really. Although I’ve noticed that I don’t really have the same endurance as I used to prior to the accident.” He nodded and took note of what I had said, putting down the notepad he made his way towards me and asked if it was alright if he touched my leg to inspect it. I agreed and let him move around my leg.

“If I had known you were busy, I would have insisted on a different date,” I meekly told him as he checked my leg. He looked up at me with an eyebrow raised and stopped his inspection, “What? I wasn’t doing anything before you came in, just a quick snack with the other doctor,” he explained.

Raising my hands up I chuckled, “Don’t have to explain to me your personal business, doc.” He shook his head and resumed his inspection. While doing so, there was an awkward and uncomfortable silence that enveloped his office. I would usually try to come up with  a way of sparking up a conversion with him. But given how he was not the most approachable last time and now seeing him cozy with another person, made me hesitant to let him know about how he made me feel and how he was important in my recovery period.

“Everything seems to be good,” he concluded after observing my partially-recovered leg, “anything else you want to add or ask?” I bit my lip as I debated about whether or not I should confront him about his previous behavior. “Not much really, but there is something I wanted to talk to you about,” I trailed off as I was unsure on how to approach the subject without coming off as immature or making it look like I was interfering with his life — even though I had no right to do so.

“What is it about, Ms. Y/N?” He inquired, and I took a deep breath while I closed my eyes, as I opened them and looked into his eyes deeply, “The last time we spoke, when I told you how you were such an important and pivotal figure on my road to recovery. Not just on the medical and physical aspect of it, but also with you know?” I cast my gaze on my fingers for a little while, struggling to correctly put into words my appreciation for what he’s done, “It’s well, for a while it was lonely for me to be in the hospital for what? Three months? So I began chatting up with the nurses and other hospital staff whom I’ve always seen or encountered during my recovery.”

I paused, diverting my gaze from my fingers and into Dr. Strange’s face. From what I could make out, he was contemplating on the information I was telling him. I felt that he had his own question or comment on what I had to say, but he waited instead for me to finish whatever it was I had to say — and for that I appreciated his patients. “Despite chatting with the different hospital staff, it was my everyday exchange with you that I truly enjoyed the most. You talking about how 70’s and 80’s music is way better than the music today. Or when you’re just simply telling me how at some point you got sick of hospital food, hence why you don’t eat as much anymore. Talking with you has been really, um, therapeutic, I guess is the right word for it?”

I stared for a little bit at his face, and since he wore the same expression and did not open his mouth for any reply I went on, “Like, it may sound silly or what, but you’ve really helped me get through this dark period of my life. And no, it’s not just because you’re the doctor who helped me or something like that. But I don’t know? You’re one of the most intelligent — and not just on the medical field, honestly — and witty, and humorous person. While I could also see that you’re extremely kind and caring — which I suppose is the reason you take double shifts even if your body is begging for a break,” I chuckled lightly at the memory and shortly after I took in a deep breath before risking it all, “So what I’m really trying to say is that, I like you. And if this is weird for you, I can ask to switch doctors since you know, it might be awk-”

I was cut off when he spoke back in what seemed like forever by saying, “You like me?” he wondered out loud, to which I nodded to reaffirm that what I had stated earlier was true. His eyebrows furrowed and there were visible lines above his forehead, confusion now taking over his features. “That’s evil, alright? You don’t like me, you’re just playing with me!” he accused, slightly raising his voice at me.

I bit my lip and felt that my eyes were starting to water — though I had no intention of letting him know how what he’s doing is affecting me — and my voice cracked as I argued back, albeit weakly, “What? How could you question what I feel and accuse of something cruel?”

He crossed his arms and raised his brows, but not in confusion; for it seemed like he was challenging my declaration, “Really? You have your boyfriend pick you up when you were discharged and a month later you tell me that you like me? I didn’t know that you were such a -”

“He’s not my fucking boyfriend! He’s my cousin, you idiot!” I interrupted him as I raised my hands up in frustration. His mouth hung agape in shock, processing what I had just revealed. It was also then I processed why his demeanor had suddenly changed last month. Did he actually think that Kian was my boyfriend? “So you’re telling me, the reason why you suddenly became dismissive the time I was discharged was you thought that I was someone else’s whore?” I coldly asked him.

He gulped before moving from where he was seated and made a move to sit beside me. I turned away from him, trying to hide the few sniffles and tears I had let out. “I’m sorry,” he started, and he made a move to bring one of his hands into my back and soothe it — not prohibiting me from letting out the tears — “I should not have jumped into that conclusion. It wasn’t fair to you or to that guy. It’s just, I didn’t want to come off as nosy by asking you about your relationship with him.”

I scoffed, “Well I think I would have mentioned a boyfriend to you at some point during our conversations during those three months, don’t you think?” He too, laughed quietly at what I had said and agreed. “But it wasn’t only that. I thought to myself that you’re you. You’re this ray of sunshine who happens to be a lovely, beautiful, funny, quick-witted, and determined woman. And if you managed to make my days better and bright, then I was sure as hell that you brought that same effect to others — which led me to believe that there was already a lucky lad who got to call you theirs.”

His confession led me to face him, and his features softened and relaxed upon seeing how a few tears have stained my face. Both his hands were quickly wiping off the tears after doing so, his hands were planted on both sides of my jaw, he was caressing my cheeks and what he was doing resulted in a faint red blush appearing on my cheeks. “I guess this just both means that we’re both dumb and that we should both be more open in voicing out what we feel, huh?”

A hearty laugh escaped his lips and I couldn’t help but smile at this, “It’s nice seeing you like this, happy and carefree.” I said to which he sheepishly smiled as well, “Well, I’m only like this when I’m with you. So the past month I’ve been a pretty dull person,” he informed me as he scooted closer to me and his right hand was wrapped around my shoulder, leaving me to lean on his shoulder. Grabbing his left hand, I played with his calloused hand, enjoying our closeness and that fact that we had now voiced out what we both truly felt.

“Since we both like each other, why don't we both go out some time?” he cheekily said, causing me to look up at him pointedly, “Will you let me make my delicious lasagna for you?” I asked back to which he laughed once again. After throwing his head back in laughter, he looked at me, happiness and contentment evident in his whole face, “Of course, sweetheart. And don't you worry, I’m not pulling a double shift tonight and it’s my day off tomorrow — so I have all the time in the world to get to know you better.”

As he was speaking out those words, I found my gaze landing on his lips. He noticed this and smirked, “You want a kiss, Ms. Y/N?” he teased. I looked at his eyes — doing my best to pull off an adorable puppy dog look — as I told him, “Yes please, Doctor Strange, I heard that it would help me mend and heal my leg.”

We both laughed at our silly exchange both after the laughter died down, both his hands were once again caressing my cheeks and pulling me closer. As our lips touched, one of my hands touched his cheek, deepening the kiss even more. While the other settled on his lower back, wanting to feel his warmth even more and wanting him closer.

As he opened his mouth, it prompted me to do the same. Feeling his tongue wrestle with mine, made me shudder at how good it felt. After what felt like hours of kissing, he pulled away, in a daze I looked up at him and he muttered, “God, I like you so much, baby” before pecking my lips multiple times — which led me into a fit of giggles. We stared at each other for a while, dazed and on cloud nine. Just smiling, giggling, and pressing kisses to each other.

“Dr. Strange, Mrs. Fleming will be here with her toddler in a few minutes to have their checkup,” a nurse knocked on the door. This snapped both of us out of our bubble, Dr. Strange thanked the nurse and informed the nurse that he will be ready in a few minutes.

He then helped me stand up and put my jacket back on. As I was putting back my shoes, we both shared a few words, “Stephen,” I looked at him and wondered what he meant with what he had just said, “I mean, my name is Stephen. Stephen Strange.” I nodded and smiled, moving to him pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Well Stephen, since you have my file you know my number and address. See you later, thank you for that check up.”

Stephen watched as I made my way to the door and he was laughing as I waved at him goodbye and shut the door behind me. As I entered the elevator and headed for my car, I could not help but smile at what had just happened. Who would have  thought that the person in charge of my recovery would also be the one to mend the loneliness that I felt, and that I do the same for him as well? Now, to prepare a meal for that person.

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Venefica

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Witch! Reader

Word count: 1742 words.

Summary: You're one of Earth's protectors, you mistakenly end up meeting Steve and other heroes, what's going to happen between you and Steve?

Warnings: Magic, mentions of nudity.

A/N: This is my entry to the @nastybuckybarnes ‘s Lex’s 7K Follower Challenge with the theme:

“Witch! AU”.

Venefica means witch in Latin.

The reader is a witch, so in the reader’s universe, the Avengers don’t exist.

Loa, Shadows, Dark Dimension is the same.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

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Somewhere 

 Once upon a time, there was a princess, so the wicked witch hated her so much that she kidnapped her, a charming prince was willing to save her....blah, blah, blah...

You closed abruptly the book and exhaled frustrated, keeping the secret tired and overwhelming, especially with all the "lies" there were about witches thanks to popular culture.  

No matter what happened, the result was always the same, the last time ended in trials against the witches since then you had agreed that you would not say anything about your existence again, you would simply remain in the shadows protecting the world from any danger. 

You settled in the chair, looked up into the forest, after some incidents you decided to live in a remote place, of course, you knew about the stories that were going on, you didn't care, when you saw some curious one you offered them some of the fruits you harvested, pretending that you were nothing more than a woman who lived in a quiet place.

Then you looked up at the little campfire you lit in the yard to cook one of your potions, the flames glowed strangely, you snort, you knew that meant.  

"There will be problems, the Shadows are very restless, nothing good, I think I should start preparing some things just in case," you told your cat.  

The cat lazily raised his head, wagged his tail and stretched to show his support.

 New York

 "Cap, where are you? Clint questioned.  

"In position, has anyone seen Cloak?” Steve replied as he peeked out to try to spot Tyrone.  

"In the shadows, watching as usual," Tandy replied.  

"We can't miss any chance, if they take the experiment, we'll be in serious trouble," Natasha reminded them. 

Tandy approached carefully and silently, would take advantage to "feed" on the hopes of the opponents and thus leave the way clear to their companions, reached the first, felt powerful as every time he did that. On the other hand, Ty was attentive to the movements of his partner, for no reason would he allow someone to damage her.

Once the road was clear, Dagger informed others that they could already enter, Tyrone took care of taking them to where his partner was.  

Natasha went in with Tandy, the place seemed empty, and they began to suspect that something was not right. The rest waited outside, hiding, in case they had to do some kind of intervention. 

"Guys, this is weird, there's nobody," Natasha reported by the communicator.  

"Don't let your guard down, it can be a trap," Steve ordered.  

They did not count on their enemies having thought of all the possibilities there would be, however, the superhero team never suspected the secret weapon with which they would attack them.  

The girls' screams were heard, without hesitation, the rest of the team came in to help them, they were found unconscious.  

“Ty... I think we should run away, it looks like it's a trap...”

A gas was beginning to appear in the room, they had no idea if it was poisonous or what it might cause them so as Tyrone could wrap covering the team with his cape to take them to safety.  

 Somewhere 

 The team showed up in the woods, Natasha and Tandy woke up, everyone looked confused. 

"Ty, where are we?” Tandy questioned.

"I just thought about going to a place that kept us safe, but there was an alteration in the Loa...” 

“Who are you and what do you want?” You questioned when you saw them.  

They immediately set their sights on the broom in your left hand.  

"Well... we are the Avengers," Tony replied as if it were obvious.  

"The Avengers?" you repeat. 

"Come on, how can you not know us? How can you not meet the famous Tony Stark?” Tony said incredulously.  

On the other hand, Steve didn't take his eyes off you, there was something about you that caught his eye.

"I don't know anyone by that name.” 

"I think we travelled through the Loa," Cloak interjected.  

"Loa? You mean the Shadows?”  

Tandy and Ty looked at each other, probably that's how you knew the Loa, and the others knew it as the Dark Dimension. 

"Yes, maybe there was a glitch and we finished... here," Tandy said.  

"And what do you want? Are you coming to attack or something?”  

"No, no, we were on a mission... we're the good guys, we're superheroes,” Steve replied. 

"Superheroes? Like in the cartoons?”   

"Don't they exist here? So, what are you? Who defends the Earth?” Natasha asked.  

"I'm a witch and that's our job," you answered.

"A witch? Of course, like in fairy tales," Tony mocked.  

"Yes, I'm a witch...” 

"Come on, you're an adult, stop joking," Tony said an annoying.  

"Last week I met with my witch friends and did broom races, which usually have different speeds and even automatics," you made fun of him.   

Steve tried not to laugh, Tony rolled his eyes when he detected the sarcasm of your voice.  

"Sure, sometimes I turn children into mice and so many others I eat them alive and never see their families again and you know, my cat speaks too," you continued and pointed out to your cat who had just come to sit next to you.

This time your tone was serious, making everyone doubt, they still couldn't discern whether you were a friend or an enemy.  

"Are you serious?” Steve a little discouraged.  

"No, I don't do any of that, my cat is a normal cat, well it's very perceptive, but sometimes those stupid clichés are very tired, you know, the typical ones that the evil witch and the princess in distress, that's why I live here... okay, it seems that you are from another dimension, do those stories exist in your world?”  

"Yes, they're very famous, people tell to the little girls," Tandy replied.  

"By the way, I'm Natasha, this is Tandy, the guy in the cape is Tyrone, you know Tony, the one with the shield is Steve, and the one with the arrows is Clint.”  

"Y/N, I suppose now I must find a way to return you to your universe.”  

"Maybe it's not necessary, we can come back the same way we got here," Clint replied.  

"I don't think that's necessary, Ty can bring us back, just as we got here, can you?” Natasha said, looking at him.

"Yes, of course, no problem," Cloak replied for sure.  

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience we caused you," Steve said with a little sadness.  

Everyone came together so Tyrone could cover them with the cape and be able to return to their dimension and finish the mission, they stayed for a few minutes like this until they realized nothing happened.  

"I think... you have trouble getting back from where you came from,” you said.

"No... I don't understand what's going on,” Ty replied confusedly. 

"The Shadows are back to normal, I don't think it's possible for you to return," with your head pointing out the flames of the campfire.  

"What do we do now? Steve questioned.

Without saying anything you entered your house, you needed your divination tools, you could predict those alterations, although that didn't mean they happened exactly like that.  

"Where is she going?” Tandy asked in a murmur.  

"Maybe she's bored of us," Tony replied.  

You came back with the bag in your hand, they looked at you curiously, and you waved the bag and dropped the contents of it on the table.  

“What... is she supposed to be doing? Clint asked the others curiously.  

He didn't notice you heard him, maybe in his dimension, the witches didn't exist.  

"Divination, so we can know more or less when it will be the next alteration in the shadows," you explained by putting your hands on top of the small stones without touching them.

“More or less? So it's not accurate? "Tony wasn't convinced at all.  

"Are you suggesting anything else?” You asked grumpily.  

"Excuse him, he's a little nervous because we were halfway through a mission," Steve excused him.  

"The next alteration will be in two months," you informed them.  

As the days went by, you and Steve started to get closer, he told you his whole story and vice versa.  

The others don't seem too happy to be there, especially because of the mission, although it was confusing, your dimension was too much like theirs, but no one knew them there. Thousands of times Tony tried to create something to come back, nothing worked.  

One full moon night you came out, Steve noticed and went after you.

"Y/N, where are you going? He asked.  

"To pick up some water from the lake," you replied.  

"At this hour? It's something... Suspect.”  

"Why? The water has already absorbed all the magical properties of the moon, it is the exact moment," you explained.  

"Well... in that case... can I come with you?” Steve volunteered.  

You agreed with a smile, it was a little hard to be completely alone with Steve. You walked up the river, once you got there, you started taking your clothes off in front of a Steve dumbfounded by your actions.

"W-what are…are y-you do-doing?” He asked nervously.  

"We're going to swim in the river, come on, take off your clothes," you answered naturally.   

You went into the river, Steve was intimidated, his hands trembled as he took off his clothes, then he walked to the lake. At first timidly, then you began to play with the water until you finally kissed.  

Steve and you had fallen in love, even though there was a huge problem, he wasn't from your world, what would you do when the time came when he had to go back to where he belonged?   

You couldn't ask him to stay with you, you couldn't go with him, both of you had very important missions and you couldn't leave them.  

“What am I supposed to do?” You asked your cat.

The little cat saw you lazily and meowled, you sighed.  

The two months had passed, finally the day there were alterations in the Shadows came, you didn't know how to say goodbye to Steve.  

"Steve...”

"Y/N, I promise I'll find a way back, soon we'll be together again," he told you by holding your hand. 

The rest of your team was waiting for you to leave, you two shortened the space and kissed.  

"I'll be waiting for you.” 

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Venefica

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora bruja.        

Palabras: 1659 palabras.

Sinopsis: Eres una de las protectoras de la Tierra, por error terminas conociendo a Steve y a otros héroes, ¿qué pasará entre Steve y tú?

Advertencias: Magia, menciones de desnudez

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Lex’s 7K Follower Challenge con la temática:

“Witch! AU”.

Venefica significa bruja en latín.

La lectora es una bruja, así que en el universo de la lectora, los Vengadores no existe.

Loa, Dimensión oscura y Sombras es lo mismo.

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Algún lugar desconocido

 Había una vez una princesa, entones la bruja malvada la odiaba mucho por lo que la secuestró, un príncipe encantador estaba dispuesto a salvarla…bla, bla, bla…

Cerraste de golpe el libro y exhalaste frustrada, mantener el secreto era cansado y abrumador, especialmente con todas las “mentiras” que había sobre las brujas gracias a la cultura popular.    

No importaba lo que hubiese pasado, el resultado siempre fue el mismo, la última vez terminó en los juicios contra las brujas, desde entonces habían acordado que no volverían a decir nada sobre su existencia, simplemente permanecerían en las sombras protegiendo al mundo de cualquier peligro.  

Te acomodaste en la silla, miraste hacia el bosque, después de algunos incidentes decidiste vivir en un lugar lejano, por supuesto que sabías de las historias que contaban, no te importaba, cuando veías a algún les ofrecías algunos de los frutos que cosechabas, fingías que no eras más que una mujer que vivía en un lugar tranquilo.  

Luego miraste la pequeña fogata que habías encendido en el pato para cocinar una de tus pociones, las llamas brillaban de una manera extraña, resoplaste, sabías que significaba.

—Habrá problemas, las Sombras están muy inquietas, nada bueno, creo que debería empezar a preparar algunas cosas por si acaso —le dijiste a tu gato.    

El gato levantó perezosamente la cabeza, se movió la cola y se estiró para mostrar su apoyo.

 Nueva York

 —Cap, ¿dónde estás? —Clint cuestionó.    

—En posición, ¿alguien ha visto Cloak? —Steve respondió mientras se asomaba para tratar de ver a Tyrone.    

—En las sombras, viendo como de costumbre —respondió Tandy.    

—No podemos perder ninguna oportunidad, si ellos toman el experimento, estaremos en serios problemas —les recordó Natasha.    

Tandy se acercaba cuidadosamente y en silencio, se aprovechaba para “alimentarse” de las esperanzas de los oponentes y así dejar el camino despejado a sus compañeros, llegó al primero, se sintió poderosa como cada vez que lo hacía.

Por otro lado Ty estaba atento a los movimientos de su pareja, por ninguna razón permitiría que alguien la dañaran.  

Una vez que el camino estaba despejado, Dagger les informó a los otros que ya podían entrar, Tyrone se encargó de llevarlos a donde estaba su compañera.

Natasha entró junto con Tandy, el lugar parecía vacío, comenzaron a sospechar que algo no estaba bien. El resto esperaba afuera, escondiéndose, en caso de que tuvieran que hacer algún tipo de intervención.    

—Chicos, esto es raro, no hay nadie —Natasha informó a través del comunicador.    

—No bajen la guardia, puede ser una trampa — Steve ordenó.    

No contaban con que sus enemigos hubieran pensado en todas las posibilidades que habría, sin embargo el equipo de superhéroes nunca sospechó del arma secreta con la que los atacarían.

Los gritos de las chicas se escucharon, sin dudar el resto del equipo entró para ayudarlas, las encontraron inconscientes.  

—Ty... Creo que es mejor huir, parece que es una trampa...

Un gas empezaba a aparecer en la habitación, no tenían idea si era venenoso o qué podría causarles así que Tyrone cubrió al equipo con su capa para llevarlos a un lugar seguro.

 Algún lugar desconocido

 El equipo apareció en el bosque, Natasha y Tandy se despertaron, todos parecían confundidos.  

—Ty, ¿dónde estamos? —Tandy cuestionó.  

—Simplemente pensé en ir a un lugar ene le que estuviéramos a salvo, pero hubo una alteración en la Loa...

— ¿Quién eres son y qué quieren? —Preguntaste cuando los viste.  

Inmediatamente fijaron sus miras en la escoba en tu mano izquierda.  

—Bueno... somos los Vengadores —Tony respondió como si fuera obvio.    

— ¿Los Vengadores? —repetiste.    

—Vamos, ¿cómo no nos conoces? ¿Cómo no conoces al famoso Tony Stark? —dijo Tony incrédulo.

Por otra parte, Steve no te quitó los ojos de encima, había algo en ti que le llamó la atención.  

—No conozco a nadie con ese nombre.

—Creo que viajamos a través del  Loa —Cloak intervino.    

— ¿Loa? ¿Te refieres a las Sombras?

Tandy y Ty se miraron, probablemente así es como conocías al Loa, los otros lo conocían como la Dimensión Oscura.    

—Sí, tal vez hubo un fallo y terminamos... aquí, —Tandy dijo.  

— ¿Y qué quieren? ¿Vienen a atacar o algo así?

—No, no, estábamos en una misión... somos los buenos, somos superhéroes, respondió Steve.    

— ¿Superhéroes? Como los dibujos animados.

— ¿No existen aquí? Entonces… ¿qué eres? ¿Quién defiende la Tierra? — Natasha preguntó.

—Soy una bruja y ese es nuestro trabajo —respondiste.  

¿Una bruja? Claro, como en los cuentos de hadas —Tony se burló.  

—Sí, soy una bruja...

—Vamos, eres un adulto, deja de bromear —Tony dijo molesto.    

—De hecho, la semana pasada me reuní con mis amigas brujas e hicimos carreras de escobas; las cuales suelen tener distintas velocidades y hay hasta automáticas —te burlaste.

Steve trató de no reírse, Tony puso los ojos en blanco cuando detectó el sarcasmo de tu voz.

—Claro, a veces también convierto a los niños en ratones y otras tantas me los como vivos y nunca más sus familias vuelve a saber de ellos, y saben, mi gato también habla —continuaste y señalaste a tu gato que se acababa de sentar junto a ti.

Esta vez tu tono era serio, haciendo dudar a todo el mundo, aunque todavía no podían discernir si eras amiga o enemiga.    

— ¿Hablas en serio? —Steve preguntó un poco desanimado.    

—No, yo no hago nada de eso, mi gato es un gato normal, bueno es muy perceptivo, pero a veces esos estúpidos clichés son muy cansados, ya sabes, los típicos que la bruja malvada y la princesa en apuros, por eso vivo aquí... Bien, parece que son de otra dimensión, ¿existen esas historias en su mundo?

—Sí, son muy famosas, las personas se las cuenta a las niñas— Tandy respondió.    

—Por cierto, soy Natasha, ella es Tandy, el tipo en la capa es Tyrone, ya conoces Tony, el que tiene el escudo es Steve, el de las flechas es Clint.

—T/N, supongo que ahora debo encontrar una manera de devolverlos a tu universo.

—Tal vez no sea necesario, podemos volver de la misma manera que llegamos aquí — respondió Clint.

—No creo que sea necesario, Ty puede llevarnos de vuelta, tal como llegamos aquí, ¿verdad?— Natasha dijo, mirándolo.  

—Sí, por supuesto, no hay problema—respondió  Cloak con seguridad.    

—Lamento las molestias que te causamos — Steve se disculpó con un poco de tristeza.    

Todos se acercaron para que Tyrone pudiera cubrirlos con la capa y poder volver a su dimensión y terminar la misión, se quedaron unos minutos así hasta que se dieron cuenta de que realmente no sucedían nada.    

—Creo que... tienen problemas para regresar de donde vinieron —dijiste.  

—No... No entiendo lo que está pasando —Ty respondió confundido.

—Las Sombras han vuelto a la normalidad, no creo que sea posible que regresen —dijiste señalando con la cabeza las llamas de la fogata.    

— ¿Qué hacemos ahora? —Steve cuestionó.  

Sin decir nada más, entraste en tu casa, necesitabas tus herramientas de adivinación, podías predecir esas alteraciones, aunque eso no significaba que ocurrieran exactamente así.  

— ¿A dónde va? —Tandy preguntó en un murmullo.    

—Tal vez se aburrió de nosotros —Tony respondió.    

Volviste con la bolsa en la mano, te miraron con curiosidad, agitaste la bolsa y dejaste caer el contenido de ésta sobre la mesa.    

— ¿Qué... se supone que está haciendo? —preguntó Clint a los demás con curiosidad.

No se dio cuenta de que lo oíste, tal vez en su dimensión las brujas no existían.    

—Adivinación, para que podamos saber más o menos cuándo será la siguiente alteración en las Sombras — explicaste mientras ponías las manos encima de las piedras pequeñas sin tocarlas.  

— ¿Más o menos? ¿Entonces no es exacto? —Tony no estaba convencido en absoluto.    

— ¿Estás sugiriendo algo más? —Preguntaste malhumorada.    

—Discúlpalo, está un poco nervioso porque estábamos a mitad de una misión, —lo excuse Steve.    

—La próxima alteración será en dos meses —les informaste.  

Con el paso de los días, tú y Steve empezaron a ser más cercanos, él te contó toda su historia y viceversa.    

Los otros no parecían demasiado felices de estar allí, especialmente por la misión, aunque todo era muy confuso, tu dimensión era demasiado parecida a la de ellos, pero nadie los conocía allí. Miles de veces Tony intentó crear algo para volver, nada funcionó.

Una noche de luna llena que saliste, Steve se dio cuenta y te siguió.

—T/N, ¿a dónde vas? —te preguntó.    

—A recoger un poco de agua del lago —respondiste.    

— ¿A esta hora? Eso es un poco… Sospechoso.

— ¿Por qué? El agua ya ha absorbido todas las propiedades mágicas de la luna, es el momento exacto —explicaste.

—Bueno... en ese caso... ¿Puedo ir contigo? —Steve se ofreció como voluntario.    

Aceptaste con una sonrisa, era un poco difícil estar completamente a solas con Steve. Caminaron hasta el río, una vez que llegaron allí, empezaste a quitarte la ropa delante de un Steve estupefacto por tus acciones.

— ¿Q-qué es-estás ha-haciendo? —preguntó nervioso.

—Vamos a nadar en el río, anda quítate la ropa —contestaste con naturalidad.

Te metiste al río, Steve se sentía intimidado, sus manos temblaban mientras se quitaba la ropa, luego caminó hasta el lago. Al principio tímidamente, después comenzaron a jugar con el agua hasta que finalmente se besaron.

Steve y tú se habían enamorado, aunque había un grandísimo problema, él no era de tu mundo, ¿qué harían cuando llegara el momento en el que él tuviese que regresar a dónde pertenecía?

Obviamente no podías pedirle que se quedara contigo, tampoco podías irte con él, tenían misiones muy importantes, no podían dejarlas.

— ¿Qué se supone que debo hacer? —le preguntaste a tu gato.

El minino te vio perezosamente y maulló, tú suspiraste.

Ya habían pasado los dos meses, finalmente el día que hubo alteraciones en las Sombras llegó, no sabías como despedirte de Steve.

—Steve…

—T/N, te prometo que buscaré la forma de regresar, pronto volveremos a estar juntos —te dijo tomándote la mano.

El resto de su equipo lo estaba esperando para irse, ustedes dos acortaron el espacio y se besaron.

—Te estaré esperando.  

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