Where It Stays (Part 1)
Pairing: Nomad Steve x Enhanced Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Snark, little angst, smut (18+ MINORS DNI)
Series Summary: Being on the run after the Avengers’ Civil War isn’t easy and, having had one too many clashes with Captain America, now Nomad, you decide it’s time to strike out on your own. One last op needs your experience and expertise, forcing you to not only stay but team up with Steve. Together, you infiltrate a biker gang to track weapon shipments that are ending up in enemy hands. Can the two of you find common ground in order to accomplish the mission or will your constant headbutting lead to total ruin?
A/N: Thank you to my lovely beta readers @liebs82 and @danneelsmain . All mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics .
You lay on the motel bed with your legs pulled up to your chest in a stretch and your head hanging off the end of the bed. The rerun of The Dick Van Dyke Show’s Walnut episode had you giggling, it was an excellent way to decompress after the difficult mission you had just completed. You took a deep breath as you heard Steve emerge from the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” Steve’s snarky tone grating your nerves.
“Relaxing. Ever heard of it?”
“Why are you upside down? And what the hell are you watching?” Steve stares at the tv as Laura Petrie slides out of a closet on a wave of walnuts.
“Why do you care?” You roll to a sitting position.
“Is this an episode of The Twilight Zone?” Steve asks, tilting his head as he watches the antics on the television.
You snort and roll your eyes, “Dick Van Dyke Show.”
“What the hell is happening?” Steve’s confusion is amusing to watch.
“His thumbs were stolen by walnut loving aliens who have eyes in the back of their heads.” The bewildered look on his face was comical and you couldn’t resist covertly snapping a picture with your phone.
“Wait, what?” Steve questions, slightly confused.
“It’s a dream episode,” you laugh as you turn the picture into a meme to send to Natasha and Sam who are back at your current safe house. Being on the run for the last few months hadn’t been easy for them but you were all wanted criminals now. The nomadic lifestyle didn’t bother you as much as the others, it was how you’d lived most of your adult life. You had undergone experimentation with a fracture group and had come out on the other side with many of the same abilities as Steve. Increased speed, strength, healing, metabolism, and more came at the cost of ever going back to your old life, not that there was much to go back to. When you had discovered the group you were working with had nefarious intentions for their assets,you had become a SHIELD agent. With your insider knowledge, SHIELD was able to take them down. After that, you had flown under the radar as a spy and assassin. That was until the massive data dump Natasha had perpetrated. You were exposed as an enhanced agent and circumstances forced you to seek out the Avengers when talks began for the Sokovian Accords. Steve had always seemed frustrated with your reluctance to join the Avengers in the few run-ins you’d had with the team but had accepted when Clint brought you in to fight on his side of the civil war.
“What the fuck? Really?” Steve grouses holding up his phone. You realize you had accidentally sent his photo to your team group text rather than to the one with just Nat and Sam.
“Couldn’t pass up the opportunity,” you snort.
“It’s been disseminated. Pretty pointless to delete it,” you shrug.
Steve shakes his head. That fucking shrug and the snark were always your way and it drove him crazy. Your first meeting was just before the fall of SHIELD happened. You literally dropped into the middle of a mission and traded a few blows with Natasha before revealing yourself. Steve had stared at the woman Natasha referred to as Nym, short for your call name, Mnemosyne. You had stood in front of the group in a tac suit and a mask that covered the lower half of your face, similar to the one Bucky had worn as the WInter Soldier. Your eyes had mesmerized him until you opened your mouth. The immediate sass that came out made him feel both intrigued and annoyed, but the annoyance grew with each meeting. You never let your guard down around him. It was always wisecracks and shoulder shrugs. He had tried everything he could think of to get you to open up to him but your walls stayed up and his frustration grew. “Why are you like this?”
“Oh my God, it’s just a joke. Don’t be such a bitch about it,” You roll your eyes and get up to adjust the thermostat. When you turn around, Steve is in your face.
“Did you just call me a bitch?”
“Sure did, sweetcheeks. Now get out of my way. I’m going to bed.”
“What the hell is with you all the time?” Steve growls.
“I’ve been stuck with your bitchy ass for months,” you sneer.
Steve takes a step forward, bringing you toe to toe. You refuse to give any ground and stare him down until he finally asks the question that has haunted him, “Why?”
“We’re kinda wanted criminals,” you snark.
“No. Why did you follow me? Why did you fight on my side of this?”
You’re worn down and staring into Steve’s face, you find the truth slipping past your lips, “Because you were right.”
“What?” Steve’s look of disbelief almost hurts but you shake the feeling away.
“You were right. I don’t want another World Security Council. I don’t want the UN making the decisions of what we can and can’t do. Where we go. Who we help. Who we save. Whose lives are worth the most in their skewed view of the world. Having a registry of enhanced individuals is dangerous. I…” you lick your lips and debate admitting the next part but give in to this momentary transparency, “I admired the Avengers. What the team stood for. And-”
“And?” Steve tilts his head as he studies you.
“I admired you standing up for Wanda and Bucky. For all of us. Your stance kept us from being pawns in political games. And, for once, I wasn’t alone in something.” Your stomach drops as the words leave your mouth. You had admitted more than you ever meant to and looking up at Steve’s stoic demeanor was disconcerting. You couldn’t read him. You opened your mouth to make a smartass remark to break the tension but Steve’s fingers cover your mouth.
“Don’t,” he says as if he read your mind. “Just this once, don’t.” His hand slides down to gently caress your neck and then he’s kissing you. You’re shocked at first but then it seems as if you both just melt into each other. Months of tension break and you’re tearing off each other’s clothes as fast as you can.
Your foreheads are pressed together as he enters you. It's been so long that both of you get lost in the pleasure. His thrusts into you are pure bliss and your warmth surrounding him is nothing short of heaven. It was a primal, nearly feral race to orgasm. When you arch into him, crying out as the waves crash over, he gives a hoarse cry and empties himself into you.
You lay together, unmoving as you recover. When Steve’s hips begin to make slow circles, you realize how hard he still is. You roll him to his back and begin to ride him. Throwing your head back, you run your hands over your body as you revel in the feeling of his thick cock. He grips your hips and thrusts up into you. Your mouth parts letting out sharp exclamations with each one. Steve’s thumb finds your clit and the swift circles he makes sends you over the edge again. Steve sits up, pulling you into a kiss. You wrap your arms around each other, mouths melded together, and just feel each other as your hips continue their slow circles.
You get lost in it, lost in him. All thoughts faded into the background and you lived for the connection of your bodies. The slow, sensual way he moved against you. The kisses are full of a tenderness you'd never experienced. The pleasure he gave so freely. You immerse yourself in it, forgetting everything else. And so did he.
Hours later, Steve is sleeping soundly when you silently slip out of the bed. You go to the bathroom, put your clothes back on, and get in the empty bed that was originally where he was supposed to sleep. You had never gotten used to sleeping in the bed with another person. You had never gotten used to being a part of a team. Glancing at his sleeping form one last time, you curl up alone in the cold bed and fall into a fitful sleep.
“Rogers, wake up! Come on, we gotta go,” you rattle the bed with your foot to emphasize your words.
“What’s wrong?” Steve asks.
“I’m not sure. Nat just said we needed to get back. Come on. Grab your stuff and let’s go,” you turn for the door and grab the keys to the battered truck you were driving. You coax the engine to life and Steve tosses his bag in before hefting himself into the seat.
“We gonna talk about it?” He asks as you haul ass out of the motel parking lot.
“Nothing to talk about. Literally, Nat called and said ‘Get on the road.’ What more do you want?” You shrug.
“That’s not- nevermind. Are we going to the safe house?”
“Fine, I’m going back to sleep,” Steve crosses his arms and leans against the door of the truck.
You roll your eyes. It was going to be a long, quiet ride.
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