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riedswifts · 2 years

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AFTER HOURS

NOMAD!STEVE X READER

Warnings : smut, barley plot, oral (f receiving), praise, slight size kink, desk sex, slight breeding, fingering, steve has a bit of a mouth, fluff (at the end ), some dumbification.

Summary : you and steve seem to have a mix of tensions and the top one being hate, but a night alone in the tower shows what the real problem is.

Word count: 2.8k

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Everyone had left out with their significant others, or friends or family. Nat had begged you to come but you kindly declined. Being on a long-standing mission, and nearly being on the brink of death literally- being an assassin and hanging off a building by a falling building is tiring. You also weren’t expecting some things and were worn out to the max.

You were under the impression everyone had left. Except Jarvis of course but that was a computer system. So you had no reason to wear full clothes and being a trained assassin leaves you in shape so you thought you’d be fine. Leaving your personal huge room in nothing but a black widow t-shirt and a pair of panties, no bra either, you just explored the tower in its glory during the night hours.

It was stunning to say the least and not to brag but you had one of the best views. Tony made sure your room had a floor to ceiling window with a space in it to go on the balcony that overlooked the city’s lights. It was payment in a way, you had nearly died saving his life quite a few times and even if he didn’t admit it you were his favorite on the team.

You had decided that you would go out on the very ledge thor and loki fought on. You had quickly snagged a bottle of any alcohol you could snag without stopping and made your way outside. You sat near the ledge but not fully on it. Your ankles hanging off the edge as you sat with your legs stretched out.

You held up the bottle and glanced at it ‘Daviun vodka’ you didn’t care for brands but this one seemed ok and the flavor was watermelon. So you popped off the top and set it beside you as you rested back on your elbows taking a swig and staring at the bottle after before shrugging with a satisfied hum.

You just relaxed not registering the sound of someone getting closer. It was a rare moment when you let your guard down but after all you had asked JARVIS prior to this if any one was here and the damn shit said no. Someone stood behind you and you slightly stiffened.

Without moving you acted clueless before in seconds you stood up and stunned the person as you broke the handle off the vodka and managed to flip them over onto their back holding the jagged edge to their throat. Bored blue eyes stared back at you with the upmost annoyed face.

You scoffed standing up completely forgetting your attire. You didn’t bother sticking your hand out to help him up, you just grabbed the bottle and started walking inside. You heard him scoff in disbelief but you didn’t care, he was a grade A dick after all- only to you- that was.

“Why are you here? Have no friends to go out with?” He asked trailing you inside. You rolled your eyes making a dramatic annoyance sound. “Do you?“ You shot back, it was a fifth grade response but you didn’t care in the slightest.

“Fifth grade response, Cute.” He said sarcastically and you with to cut his beard off and his throat but tony and natasha agreed no killing the super solider. stupid rules.

“What do you want steve?” You asked putting the bottle back, you started walking and made an abrupt turn into the small room. The one where everyone had sat and watched as they replayed a video of wanda accidentally destroying a building and killing people. It was empty, lights off, chairs pushed in.

You always came to watch TV in here because the projected screen was cooler to you. After all you didn’t have electronics until you escaped the red room with natasha. Steve still followed you in there but you ignored him as you picked up the projector remote.

Sitting on the table you slid back leaving from your knees down hanging off the table as he grumbled that you were ignoring him. “Do you have anything better to do than I don’t know..annoy me?” You asked rolling your eyes.

His eyes seemed to finally take in your appearance and you had neglected the fact that your nipples would poke through the thin t-shirt due to the coldness. His eyes darkened for a moment before he sharply directed his state to the screen. “Just genuinely curious as to what a looser like you decided to do when they’re alone.”

Your head snapped in his direction. “Oh fuck off steve.” You scoffed. Deciding to press play on the movie but before you could the remote was snatched out of your hand and you glared at him as he tossed it aside.

He stood right in front of you and you scooted backwards. Your eyes narrow in on him as he licked his lips running a hand over his beard. “What’s your fucking problem?” You asked extremely annoyed your night was ruined by the captain himself.

Though there was the faint throb between your legs that made you wanna stab your eyes out, how dare your own body betray you like that.

After the question left your mouth his eyes snapped back up to yours. His hair was slightly slicked back but looked like he had laid down in it because a few pieces had fell out. He paused staring at you making you slightly shiver. He saw the way your thighs slightly shifted to squeeze, the way your nipples poked through the thing t-shirt. He could faintly see the lace of your panties, he stared at you for a long moment.

Suddenly he grabbed your Ankle pulling you forward making you slid until you were right in front of him a mere inch from his nose as his hands rested on either side of you. “You see, my problem is, i can’t decide if i hate your guts or maybe it’s the frustration of not being able to rearrange them.”

Your eyebrows raised as your breathing sped up a bit. His eyes swapped between your eyes and lips, then they locked on your eyes maintaining eye contact as you felt the coldness of his avengers ring against your knee.

“Well then, maybe that’s a theory we need to test out.” You said as his hand slid up more leaving a trail of goosebumps before gripping your leg tightly. He smirked at how reactive you were to his touch.

He hummed before leaving you curious as he removed his hands. Suddenly they where on the curves on your ass pushing you flush against him, as if it was natural your legs spread allowing the bulge in his pants to press right against your now dampened panties.

Your back arched as you looked up at him and his lips crashed into yours, it wasn’t passionate, and soft- no. It was bruising, full of dominance and emotion. Obviously the fight for domination still stood and as an assassin you weren’t gonna give up.

However when his hands gripped your hips and rolled your hips against his you let out an involuntary humiliating moan. That allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth and when he squeezed your ass he let you know, he had won.

You pulled away from him to breathe as you guys started at each other panting. His forehead came to rest against yours before laying you on the empty mahogany desk. He kissed you again bruising like as your hands started to wonder you tugged at his shirt and without disconnecting his lips from yours he took it off.

His hands slid up under your shirt cupping your breast and ran his thumbs over the hardened peaks. When your back arched it caused you to accidentally grind against him and this time you both moaned. He bit your lip before letting it go and kissing down your neck.

He sucked and bit making sure to suck each piece of smooth skin he could find. One of his hands pulled out from your shirt and cupped the back of your neck pulling you up before he pulled the shirt swiftly over your head.

He stared at you for a moment. “God, you’re stunning.” He whispered and before you could comprehend what was going on his mouth had latched on to your nipple sucking and slightly biting it making you moan.

He laid you back down and your mind fogged as you unbuckled his belt. However before you could do more he had grabbed both of your hands stopping his attacks on your boobs.

He pulled both your arms above your head and smirked down at your face, you looked stunning. Hair spread out and marks forming on your neck stopping above your breast. Your lips were swollen and bruised. He adored this sight.

God, he wish he had figured this out sooner, that instead of bitching he just actually fucked you. He didn’t think he’d find anything more addicting after seeing you in this state.

He kissed down your body stopping at the hem of your panties and deciding he was to impatient he tore them off making you whine. “i’ll buy you new ones.” He muttered as he got on his knees hooking his arms around your thighs. His hand pushing your stomach down.

You shivered as you felt the cold air of the tower directly on your bare pussy. Without a warning he shoved his face between your legs licking from your hole to your clit, the sensation made you gasp as your back arched.

“fuck!”

Steve groaned hearing the words fall out of your mouth. His tongue switched from sucking your clit to dipping his tongue in and out of you making you squirm. He looked up at you mouth and chin coated in slick. “Do not move your hands.”

Your brows furrowed as you continued to pant. “Wh-mmhh.” Your words turned into a soft moan when you felt one of his thick fingers slide in and bottom out. Your eyes pinched shut and your back arched off the table.

His other finger slid in as well and you tried to close your legs but he pulled them further apart. He watched your expression as he pulled them out almost fully before slamming them back in and curling them. He groaned and nearly came in his pants at the sight of you.

“Such a good girl for me.” He muttered before attaching his lips to your clit again and sucked on it whilst moving his fingers in and out. He Felt you tighten around him and couldn’t wait to see how you feel on his cock.

You were panting and babbling words of his name and please. What really sent you over the edge is when he sucked your clit with his teeth grazing it as he pumped his fingers harder curling them as your fingers locked him in.

Your orgasm crashed over you making your mind fog and your head limp to the side as pathetic whimpers left your plump and less swollen lips. He didn’t seem to care much that you had came all over his face because he kept sucking and licking up every last bit of cum.

You panted as you reached for his pants trying to tug them down as you recovered from your orgasm. When steve had finally freed his cock you assumed your face said it all because his chuckle was dark, taunting like.

He parted your legs again and you tried to close them but he roughly grabbed them pulling you closer to him but you let out a whimper when his huge side rubbed against your sensitive clit.

He made a mock frown face at you. “C’mon now sweetheart, be a good girl and take it for me, hmm?” He said as he massaged your breast with one hand and stroked himself. You nodded now desperate as the ache returned between your legs.

He let the tip slip in and he saw your face completely washed with pleasure. Brows furrowed, parted mouth, marks fully developed, and sweat beading your forehead. Without warning he pushed the rest of his way in and you gasp as he groaned.

You were used to sex of course you’ve had sex before but nobody was this big before. The intrusion felt good but the small sting was there lingering but it only added to the pleasure. “If you don’t stop squeezing’ me i’m gonna fucking cum.”

You relaxed around him and he groaned in relief. You felt more heavenly then he ever could’ve thought. He leaned down and captured your lips with his before thrusting with force and when he lifted one of your legs higher and he lifted your hips your eyes rolled back when he hit the spot that had you screaming his name.

“Look at you.” He said panting as he continued to thrust. “Takin it like such a good fucking girl.” With each word his thrust got harder and it made the breath get caught in your throat.

You grabbed his face kissing him harshly and he moaned into your mouth fueling the tightening in your lower stomach already. Suddenly he dropped you legs pushing them on the desk making them bend as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His thrust slowed to deep strokes. “You feel me, hmm?” He said and you moaned when he hit the spot inside you that had you babbling like a dumb person. Suddenly you felt the most unexplainable feeling.

It was like the tightness got tighter but mixed with a load of pleasure. You whimpered at the feeling as steve pushed his hand down harder on your lower tummy. “you feel that.” he panted as he thrusted again. “That’s how deep i am inside of you…”

“ohmygodohmygod.” was all you could babble as he pressed harder making the coil tighten up. “Steve- i’m gonna-“ He shut you up by kissing you as the hand that was pressing the bulge moved to your clit. “Do it, be a good girl and cum all over my cock.” He whispered as his thrust did not slow down.

He suddenly put his other hand behind your neck making you look down at his cock slipping in and out of you. “fuck- you see that?” He said as he kept moving in and out. Your hand was holding his wrist as his hand was behind your neck.

“C’mon- fuck!.” Steve said when you clenched harder around him. “give it to me.” he muttered as you laid back down and his fingers pinched and rolled your clit and he rubbed in a fast motion causing the coil to snap, your orgasm rushing over you like a tidal wave.

You blanked out for a moment, as black spots filled your vision and you’re pretty sure you said steve more times than any avenger had over the past years. You were moaning, sweaty, dazed and fucked out. Just how he wanted.

You got pulled back down when he kept running you and you whined tryna pull away. “to much.” you muttered and he mocked a frown. “Awe is my baby to fucked out? Look at you all dumb and can barley speak a full sentence.” He said and you moaned as he hit your over worked spot.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me cum inside of you hmm? Gonna fill you all up.” He muttered and you nodded. “Please- please cum inside of me.” your voice was hoarse and he held onto you tightly as his head went to your neck and you felt his thrusts getting sloppy before you felt ropes of cum deep inside you.

His head laid on your chest arms your arms circled his shoulder both of you laying there while his hands wrapped around you. He was slowly moving his hips pushing the thick cum into you deeper.

“Mr. Rogers? are you alright your heart rate seems exceptionally high? You as well Miss.” Steve who was Resting between your bare breasts chuckled making you smile.

“Oh i see Mr. Stark and the rest of them have returned. They’re parking.” Jarvis said and steve looked at you lifting you up as he looked at the cum mess on the table.

“Jarvis how much time do we have?” you asked as steve held you legs wrapped around his waist and due to the serum it was easy for him to hold your short frame up with one hand.

“Well five minutes starting now.” You and steve chuckled as you hopped down and cleaned the cum mess and he gathered your guys clothes.

“Good?” You asked fixing the chairs and everything. Steve nodded and Held his arm out and you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he snuck out the room and ran up the stairs to his floor and shut the door.

“Guys?! Did you guys murder each other?”

That was all you heard from downstairs, before you guys bursted into giggles.

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 1 year

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Thanks Captain America

Previous Chapter /part 6 How she was saved. Part 7

WARNINGS: 18+ Just incase. Have tissues on hand.. There's kidnapping, being held captaive heartbreak angst, depression probably some type of psychological thing besides depression going on because she is has been alone for months, she's very upset so it could be triggering for anyone a tiny bit of fluff if you squint but another of angst and heart break maybe disillusioned, tons of confusion. And fear. Theres fighting. Avengers are flightly, bloodshed people being knocked out gas causing confusion guns and gunfire i think thats litterly everything

Nat and Steve were at the only 2 exists/entrances to the facility while Clint was on top. He let a few Stark Drones Carrying in the gas while Nat and Steve were at each door ready to open them and throw in canisters they held.

Wearing clear and lighweate gas masks S.H.I.E.LD. developed Steve, Nat and Clint were able to move through thr facility with ease while it incapacitated the enemy.

It wasnt as big as they anticipated. But as Steve and nat moved through the building they both stopped at opposite ends of a large medical room. It looked sterile, for surgeries and a chair that could be held to tie someone down. But it was empty of people. After a quick glance at eachother they both continued on thier way.

Steve was getting close to her first he knew that the minute a bullets rang out. The gas was fairly potent but Steve didn't know what or who they were shooting at so he ran in with the shild just under his eyes. It only took a few seconds to incompacitate the men then he found the door it had a slant on the bottom and mirrors to see inside on the inside. He saw her cowering on the side. His mind immediately went back to when she said she was terrified watching a horror movie and curled up on Steve. She had looked up for a moment and she was so.....

He bust the door down quickly.

"I'm here to help."

"Nat I found her. She's... I gotta get the mask on her." he pulled her into his arms but she went to fight.

"It's ok it's ok its me I'm taking you home sweetheart. It's going to be ok you need to put this mask ok."

She fought against him.

"Its ok, hey I won't hurt you I swear you're ok."

It was like he said nothing nothing and his words kept being met by pleas of terror. Steve said he'd be on his way one he got thrmask on her.. She finally calmed down when he had said, "it's me my love. I've come to take you home." And he caressed her cheek.

He knew then she wasn't completely lost to anyone. She was still in there. Whatever they had done. His strong sweet girl was still in there. He knew if anyone could survive this she could. If anyone could survive... whatever anyone did to her she'd survive, and he would kill whoever touched her. But that was for another day.

Steve said he'd be on his way one he got the mask on her but she was fighting him. His little fighter well not little but he was proud of her

"Hey its me, my love, I've come to take you home." She relaxed again,

"I need too put this on you before we can go home."

"Home?"

"Yea love home."

She let him put the mask on her.

"Ok babe i need to hold you and run ok. I'll keep you safe, I swear love, you'll be safe."

Steve held her tightly, closely. He knew he wouldn't get these moments for much longer not unless she took him back but he knew the only way to to that was to prove himself to her. But in love or not he never let a civilian get hurt on his watch, he wasn't going to start with her.

"We're on our way out."

Clint was on the roof taking out any who were making a run for it.

"Copy cap its all clear out here."

"I'll meet you at the front door" Nat replied

They took her back to the quinn jet.

She was shaking scared confused out of her mind. But she relaxed in Steve's arms. On one hand Natasha was happy for Steve that he had these moments. She saw little glimpses oh what made them work. But on the other hand Nat saw her student who had grown so much and grown into her friend, who had admitted to being terrified of her ex and who ran. But the most important thing was comfort. She was held in a cell for more than 60 days had relaxed only when she was in his arms and rested only after the said the same words . It was like she was sliding in and out and his voice his words pulled her back.

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Nat and everyone else let it be for now. The minute they land Steve is on borrowed time. They heard his side but they also saw his words and her fear. And no one could come back from that.

Part 7

@nana1000night @sapphire-rogers @hawkeyes-queen @sparklybarbarianninja @patzammit

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Massage: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Masseuse!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 3: Public Sex: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 4: Degrading: Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 5: Knife Play: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 9: Size Kink: Beefy!Ari Levison x Petite!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 10: Blood Kink: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️

Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 12: Anal: Dark!Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 13: Choking: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 14: Phone Sex: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Needy!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙

Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿

Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 28: Thigh Fucking: Eddie Munson x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 29: Body Worship: Soft!Wanda Maximoff x Insecure!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 30: Daddy Kink: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

#kinktober #2022 kinktober #fanfic #fandom #fanfiction

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ao3feed-stony · 1 year

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Next Year and Forever

by RiaRose

The Nomad Resort, owned by Steve Rogers, has become a home away from home for many of the world's elite. During the winter holidays, it hosts an ice exhibition with Olympic gold medalist Anthony Stark. He's done the show for five years running, despite everyone being confused as to why a world-class figure skater would want to do the same show over and over. Especially when he's invited to perform at bigger and better venues.

It just so happens that he and the resort owner have quite the crush on each other. They just don't realize the other feels the same.

Words: 9275, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Ice Skating, Eventual Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers Loves Tony Stark, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Team as Family, New Year's Fluff, New Year's Eve, Some Humor, Holidays

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996917

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

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stony-ao3-feed · 1 year

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Next Year and Forever

Read it on AO3

by RiaRose

It just so happens that he and the resort owner have quite the crush on each other. They just don't realize the other feels the same.

Words: 9275, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Read it on AO3

#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

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ao3feed-stevebucky · 1 year

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and I am the devil that you forgot (hell’s comin’ with me)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yfPHNzB

by etrelalune

But he’s not him. He’s not Captain America. Especially not now. He is Steve Rogers. The man who has always, and will always, belong to James Barnes.

Steve wants to burn the world to the ground because it dared to hurt Bucky Barnes, and I love seeing him angry.

Words: 1824, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Protective Steve Rogers, Possessive Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson is So Done, Angry Steve Rogers, honestly this is just Steve wanting to burn the world to the ground, and Bucky joining him, Bucky Barnes's Post-Winter Soldier Hydra Revenge World Tour, Established Relationship, they are in love your honor, Canon-Typical Violence, no beta we die like tony stark, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Nomad Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Has Issues, but we love him anyways, POV Steve Rogers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yfPHNzB

#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

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ao3feed-sambucky · 1 year

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Nobody Can Ever Know

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44863492

by Anonymous

Nobody can ever know that Tony Stark is an Alpha. His status as an unthreatening Omega is the only thing keeping him alive after Obadiah Stane killed his parents and took control of Stark Industries, the most powerful werewolf-led company in the country.

Today is Valentine's Day, and Tony has to take part in his first ever mating run, where influential werewolf families try to pair off their unbonded pack members. It will be harder than ever to keep his secret from getting out but Tony has a plan to finally save himself and escape Obadiah's clutches.

He's just not sure where the mysterious Steve Rogers and his reclusive pack fit into it.

Words: 14213, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of A Blood Moon Rises

Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Obadiah Stane, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Brock Rumlow

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Werewolves, Harpies, Magic, Full Shift Werewolves, Werewolf Culture, Werewolf Mates, Mating Rituals, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Sort Of, Omega Verse, but only for werewolves, Silver Fox Steve Rogers, Young Tony Stark, Age Difference, tony is 21, Steve is 105, And still foxy, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Tony Feels, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, BAMF Tony Stark, Nomad Steve Rogers, Angst and Feels, Plot, Plot Twists, Cliffhangers, Mating Bites, Valentine's Day

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44863492

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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melodylnoelle · 1 year

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What Happened on Midgard?

The Cards Have Spoken - Week 7 (My cards)

Hello! We took the week of Christmas off from this, but still pulled cards. This is the one for this week’s card pulls, as opposed to the one I posted this morning with last week’s. I will be doing the same thing on Friday with brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s cards.

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: Thor (additional - Tony Stark, nomad!Steve Rogers, nomad!Natasha Romanov, nomad!Sam Wilson) Category: Wild Card Timeline: Post- Civil War Setting: Avenger’s Compound (additional - SHIELD safehouse) Warnings/Notes: None // We are trying to keep these all to a minimum of 500 words. You can use these same cards for your own story if you like, but please tag me and @brightsun-and-darkmidnight so that we can see what you do! Please enjoy Words: 3753 Summary: Thor returns to Earth to see his friends, but things are not what he expected. Masterlist

Thor had been busy of late. He had been travelling around the nine realms, trying to clean up after the Dark Elves and set everything back to right. He had rejected the throne, leaving it in Odin’s hands while he went back to Midgard to retrieve the Chitauri scepter and sort things out with Jane. But when she left him… well, he had welcomed the distraction.

But it had been a long while, and while he wasn’t done with all his tasks around the nine realms, he wanted to check on his friends.

The bifrost deposited him on the lawn of the Avengers compound. The last time that he was here, he had argued with Rogers and Stark about Mjolnir in an elevator. He looked to Mjolnir, chuckling at the memory, as he proceeded onward into the building.

He was surprised that no one had greeted him at the door. The halls just inside the door were empty. This place did not have the lively nature that Stark Tower usually did when he arrived. He made his way through office after office looking for his friends and coming up empty.

“JARVIS, would you please tell me where I could find Stark?” He asked quietly aloud.

“I AM SORRY, BUT JARVIS IS NO LONGER OPERATIONAL. BUT I CAN HELP YOU, I AM FRIDAY.” The voice was a female one, and it was jarring to his ears.

Ah, yes. JARVIS was used to create Vision. He shook his head with a sigh. How could he have forgotten?

“Hello FRIDAY. Would you please tell me where I could find Stark?” His voice betrayed the ache in his heart from the absence of JARVIS’s voice.

“HE IS IN THE SCIENCE LAB. I WILL LET HIM KNOW TO EXPECT YOU.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY.” He turned on his heel, making his way down the hall behind him.

He was surprised when Stark met him in the hallway. “Hey, good, nice to see you.” He appeared nervous, looking down the hall past Thor and over his own shoulder. There was a quick pace to his steps that immediately set Thor on edge. His friend usually walked slowly, confidently, even on the battlefield. This haste looks out of place on his form.

“Are you well, Stark?” Thor felt his own muscles tensing, anticipating whatever issue had him worked up.

“My? Oh, yea, just peachy.” The sarcasm, at least, was familiar, and it calmed Thor’s own nerves slightly. When Tony approached him, though, he grabbed his arm, turning Thor in the direction that he came from. “Let’s go this way, shall we?”

Thor frowned but followed his quick footsteps. “Is there a problem?” He gripped Mjolnir tighter, starting to look around himself.

“No, no, just… there’s some things you should know. Things have changed a little around here.” Stark took them to an elevator and hit the button.

“I see.” He willed his hand to relax.

“Well, you will, at least.” Tony looked around again, and then returned his gaze to Thor. That was when he noticed how exhausted his friend looked. His eyes were certainly alert, but there was less light in them than he remembered. There were bags under his eyes, and… the lightest touch of bruising around them, as though he had been hit relatively recently. Thor’s heart felt heavy for the second time that day.

But before he could ask about any of this, Tony continued. “How have you been, Sparky?” He patted Thor’s arm for emphasis. “You doin’ alright?”

“I am well, thank you.” He smiled lightly, trying to be reassuring.

“What are you up to these days?” He asked as the elevator door opened and he stepped in.

Thor followed, watching Stark punch a code into the elevator as he spoke. He recognized it as the code to get to the roof. “The Nine Realms have all felt the after-effects of the aether that the Dark Elves used. I have been attempting to help them clean things up and discover the locations of other Infinity Stones. I have been unsuccessful in the latter, unfortunately.”

Stark’s face looked puzzled as he thought that over. “Infinity Stones? Like the thing that’s in Vision’s head?”

“Yes, that is one of them.”

“Why do you need those?”

“I do not need them at the moment. But the Waters of Sight taught me that they will play a role in the future in some way, so I thought it prudent to at least know where they are kept.”

He considered that, then changed the subject, his voice softer. “You haven’t happened to get a lead on Banner on your travels, have you?”

Thor shook his head. “I have not.”

Tony didn’t say anything, but he nodded. His shoulders hunched slightly at the answer, but he shook it off as he turned to look at the elevator door as it opened.

Thor followed him out, watching as he once again looked around in all directions, as if not sure that the roof was even safe enough to be having a conversation. “FRIDAY, can you make sure no one can come up here? And turn on privacy mode up here please.” He concentrated as he waited for an answer, and then became visibly more relaxed after a few moments. “Sorry about all that. Like I said, things have… changed around here.”

“What has happened?”

“Well, The Avengers have turned over a new leaf, you might say. Well… two leaves, really. Two plants, same seed, so to speak.”

His metaphor made no sense to Thor. “I do not understand.”

“The world governments decided that they wanted us to sign a… well, an agreement, that we report to them, and that they have to sanction any and all missions that we take.”

Thor felt his eyebrows raise in surprise. “Is it wise to have non-combatants make that decision?”

“I think so. A few others, too.” He started pacing around the roof. “We need someone that will keep us in check. Otherwise, we end up with places like Sokovia, Lagos – wait, you weren’t here for that… New York, where non-combatants are dying on the battlefield. Cities levelled.”

“In war, there are losses. We cannot choose the battlefield on which our enemies choose to fight. There would be more loss of life if we were to allow them to do as they pleased.”

Tony nodded, the sad expression on his face again. “I thought you might think that way. So did Cap, by the way. Wanda, Sam, Clint… Wait, do you know Sam? You met Sam, right? Guy who flies around on mechanical wings?”

“I have not.”

“Huh…” Tony was quiet for a moment.

“Where are they now?”

Stark looked like he dragged himself out of his thought. “Oh, well, anyone that refused to sign the accords was told they had to retire. Instead, the fools tried to kill me and almost killed Rhodes trying to keep Steve’s friend out of prison.” Fury overcame his features for a moment, freezing him mid-step, before he shook it off. “They were imprisoned, but they escaped. Nat helped them out, so she’s gone, too. I have no idea where they are now.”

Thor was trying to put the pieces of this together in his mind. He had no idea how all of this could have happened in the time that he was away. Was he really gone that long?

“That’s why I didn’t want to talk down there.” Tony was back to pacing. “I had a feeling that you wouldn’t sign the Accords- “

“I am not of this world, I do not need to follow its leaders’ orders,” he agreed.

“I thought so. Unfortunately, after everyone else went and played prison break, they ordered that they all be arrested on sight, and that if anyone else refuses to sign or breaks the Accords, that’s life in prison. That includes you and Banner.”

Thor could see the lawn below over Stark’s shoulder. There were members of the Iron Legion already working on removing the symbol that was left behind by the bifrost. Stark must really not want anyone to know he had been here. The world suddenly felt heavy on his shoulders, and he wondered if that weight was what made Stark seem so exhausted.

“I see.” He took in a deep breath, looking from the bifrost mark back to Stark. “Then perhaps it is time that I take my leave.”

“Much as I would love to drink and talk about old times, I would really rather not see any more of my friends put in a cell.” Stark smiled half-heartedly, then stepped forward, extending his hand. “I hope to see you again one day, though.”

Thor took his hand and shook it. “You will, my friend. Should you ever need me, call out to Heimdall, and he will send for me.”

Stark huffed out a laugh, but there was no amusement in his face. “Rogers left me a burner phone, you send me to a god. Is it too much to ask for direct communication these days?”

Thor was used to not understanding all of Stark’s jokes, but he laughed anyway. “One day, I am sure.”

“Yea. Yea, maybe.” Stark looked down for a moment. “You can call for the bifrost up here. I’m going to go so no one can yell at me for letting you escape.” He patted Thor’s shoulder. “Take care of yourself, ok? And let me know if you find Banner. I can talk him into signing to keep him out of a cell, I know I can.”

“I will. You take care, as well, Stark.”

Tony nodded, and then made his way to the elevator. “FRIDAY, reactivate the roof code, just hold off a moment on turning of privacy mode.”

Stark stepped into the elevator and gave Thor one last, agonized look as the doors slid closed.

Thor allowed himself one last look at the mark from the bifrost, already almost gone in the grass. The Iron Legion floated around it like bees to a beehive, erasing any evidence of his arrival. How long would it be before it would be safe to return here? Would he even know when it was? Surely, Stark would call, but then again… He hadn’t called before.

His heart felt heavy as a stone. This place was home away from home for him, this team an extension of his family. To leave it behind felt too great a loss, a duller version of the ache from when he lost Loki. Together, they were too much. He had lost too much.

And suddenly, he knew what he needed to do. His boots clanked on the heavy metal roof as he walked to a more open area.

Stark may not know where the rest of his team was, but there was one who would know.

“Heimdall, if you could, please take me to Steve Rogers.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a rainbow of colors flashed in his vision.

He was deposited at the edge of a dark alleyway. The view he could see of the street made it appear mostly abandoned, with barely any lights on in the houses. The cobblestone under his feet concealed the mark from the bifriost, which was likely Heimdall’s intention after Stark’s reaction. He would have overheard their conversation and chosen to be more covert.

A wise choice.

Thor wasn’t sure where to start looking. He had no idea if Rogers was nearby somewhere or within one of these houses. But he was certainly not in this alleyway. He stepped around the corner and onto the street, keeping close enough to the buildings that he could look in. The first several houses had no signs of life inside, no lights in the window or hearths running for warmth. He wasn’t sure if that was even needed in this place… he wasn’t sure exactly what to look for since Rogers was trying to hide.

He ducked past the next window quickly as he saw that there was a family in the room. They all had their backs turned as they sat on a couch in a dimly lit room. He was sure he hadn’t been seen, but he tried to make his footfalls against the stone lighter, just in case.

But before he could pass the next house, he heard the creaking of a door behind him, and footsteps on wooden stairs.

He froze in his steps. Had the family seen him after all? Surely, all their backs were turned. He had not seen anything that gave away his reflection, but then again, he had moved very quickly. Maybe he had missed something.

Should he even be concerned about random Midgardians spotting him? He was not going to be here long, surely, but it might bring others to Rogers.

He turned his head slowly, trying to see over his shoulder behind him. His grip tightened on Mjolnir, ready to swing to fly him away if necessary.

But, as he saw Rogers, standing in front of one of the houses he thought abandoned, his tattered uniform clinging to his frame, a sense of ease rolled over his body. There was not danger here if he was willing to stand out in the open.

Thor turned fully around, letting his hand relax around the handle.

“Thor.” Rogers greeted with a nod as he approached.

“It is good to see you, my friend.” When he was close enough, he clasped his hand around Roger’s forearm in greeting.

“Assuming you’re not here to arrest us, it’s good to see you, too.” Rogers took his arm, before using it to pull Thor in for a hug. They each patted each other on the back, before pulling away.

“Who else is with you?”

“Just Nat and Sam. Come on, let me fill you in.” He motioned for Thor to follow him up the steps and into the house, and he obliged.

Rogers took him into the room on the far side of the house, which explained the lifeless look from the front window. Natasha and the man who must be Sam were standing on either side of a coffee table in the middle of the room. For once, Natasha looked considerably more relaxed than her counterpart. The man had his hand on his waistband, and Thor assumed that meant there was a firearm there. He tried to make himself look less threatening, but that was hard to do when adorned in armor. He chose to rest his hammer on the table.

“Sam, this is Thor.” Rogers motioned between the two of them as he spoke. “Thor, this is Sam Wilson.”

“Nice to meet ya.” Sam stepped forward, extending the hand that had been over the firearm. His face looked more at ease, but there was a weariness to his eyes and tension in his shoulders. This man was a soldier out of place, Thor assumed. A look he knew all too well.

“Likewise.” Thor shook his hand.

“Well, this is a welcome surprise.” Natasha stepped forward, throwing her arms around Thor’s neck. He returned the embrace before letting her go. “It’s good to see you.”

“It is good to see you, too. I hope you are all well.”

“Well, the room’s not so bad once you get used to it. Rent’s pretty cheap.” She smiled, but it didn’t touch her eyes the way it used to, and that sent daggers through Thor’s chest. He had seen her tired, battle-worn, and beaten, and he had never seen so little light in her eyes.

Looking at them now, they all looked like that. Tense, sad, and beyond all, exhausted. His heart bled for these three soldiers in front of him. They’d done nothing to bring this misfortune upon them, as far as he was concerned.

“So, how’d you know where to find us?” Rogers asked as he took a seat on the couch. Natasha and Sam followed his lead, both taking a seat at armchairs on the other side of the table.

Thor chose to sit next to Rogers. “Heimdall can see everything. He knew where to find you and brought me to here.” He thought a moment. “Where exactly is here, anyway?”

“It used to be a SHIELD safehouse, abandoned long before SHIELD fell,” Natasha answered. “There’s no chance they’ll find us here.”

“Especially since we’ll be moving on soon,” Sam added.

Thor winced a little at the thought that his arrival was a part of that. “I am sorry if my coming here forced you to expedite that.”

Natasha shrugged. “We’ve been here long enough. There are plenty of other old safehouses that they’ve forgotten about.”

He caught that there was no denial to his statement in her answer. “I attempted to see you at the compound, and Stark informed me things had… changed.” He chose to use Stark’s words, hoping they were safe enough.

Sam chuckled. “You could say that again.”

He wasn’t sure if he offended the man. “I am still not wholly sure what has happened here. I had to leave quickly, or risk being arrested, or so he said.”

So they sat for the next hour, with the three filling him in on everything. That Roger’s old friend – Bucky, they had called him – was alive and had been kept by the organization that had destroyed SHIELD for all the time that Rogers had been frozen. They told him all about Wakanda, which he had remembered as the place that the metal of his shield came from, and how this Bucky was there. He had apparently been severely affected in mind, and they were attempting to cure him of it.

They told him of the battle lines that had been drawn amongst his friends over these Accords, and it pained him to hear that they had fought one another. He saw the regret wash over Sam at the mention of Rhodey’s injuries, and he determined it must have been Sam that set him that way. He felt for the man, thinking of all the times that he had battled Loki in similar fashion.

Then they filled him in on what they had done since. They had been offered sanctuary in Wakanda by their King, but had refused. None of them had been able to sit still, knowing that they could be making a difference somewhere. They moved from location to location across this realm, helping others where they could, picking up on some of their old unfinished business, or simply running from any law enforcement that caught wind of their location. Above all, they tried to avoid any of the nations that had signed the Accords, knowing that they would not be able to hide there. Those nations would have to wait for now.

When they had completed their tale, he told them his – all the realms that he had been to of late, his search for the stones. He went into more detail than he had with Stark – time seemed to be standing still here for him, at least at this moment.

Sam asked more questions about the stones than anything. He knew about the mind stone, having met Vision – who apparently was off somewhere keeping the Maximoff girl safe – but had no idea that there were more of them. Rogers had asked the most questions about how things were faring on other worlds.

Though Natasha was not the only one to ask questions during this time, hers hit Thor the hardest. “You haven’t happened to have heard anything about Bruce, have you?”

“I am sorry, I have not. But I have been searching. He seems to be in a rare pocket somewhere that Heimdall cannot see. I assure you, that is the first thing I thought when I went to look for him.”

Natasha nodded and looked down. Unlike Stark, who had almost looked hopeful when he asked, Natasha had been expecting this answer. There was no surprise in her expression, only grief. And that cut him to his core.

“That does not mean he is lost forever, only hidden for now. I promise you, you will be the first to know when I find him.” Not if, he couldn’t allow himself to think of the if. Only when. He knew the strength of the Hulk, had to trust that it would be enough to keep Banner alive.

Natasha’s head rose for her to nod a silent thank you before her gaze returned to the floor.

Rogers changed the subject, trying to bring the group back to light-hearted conversation. It almost felt like old times, the way the time seemed to pass this way. Before long, the beginning rays of dawn started to shine through the windows, illuminating the dust motes in the air.

Thor knew that meant it was his time to leave. He did not want to risk the bifrost being seen by others once they had awoken, it could give away their position.

“You all should know that you would be most welcome to stay on Asgard, if you would choose to,” he offered as he rose, lifting his hammer from the coffee table. He thought back to the time that Rogers had tried to lift it, wondering if he would be able to now.

Rogers seemed to consider that for a moment but shook his head. “Thank you. Maybe one day, we will take you up on that offer. For now, there are too many loose ends to tie up here.”

“I understand. If your friend finds no help in Wakanda, please consider allowing our healers to look after him. The soul forge may be of use in this matter.”

“I will.”

“On that note, should you ever need assistance, call out for Heimdall and he will send for me.” It was the same offer that he gave to Stark, and he meant it all the same. He would not choose sides among his friends.

“Thank you.” Steve moved forward, pulling him into an embrace that he welcomely returned. Natasha did the same, and then he received another shake of the hand from Sam.

“You all take care of yourselves.”

“You too, Thor.” Natasha smiled lightly.

There were no more words left for this goodbye, and he knew he would see them again. He made his way for the door, closing it lightly behind him. He kept his footfalls as quiet as possible as he returned to the alley and called for Heimdall to send the bifrost down.

#the cards have spoken #mcu #thor

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bulkyphrase · 2 years

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Steve Wakes Up Somewhere Bad: a fic rec list

What if Steve wasn’t found by SHIELD? What if he woke up somewhere much worse than that fake 40s hospital room?

Notes:

A moment of silence for The Silence In-Between by Winterstar and Turn Your Face Towards the Sun by Verdandi, which were *chef’s kiss* perfect examples of this premise before they were deleted.

Mind the tags and warnings - these range from ‘surprisingly lighthearted’ to ‘holy shit.’ The harder stuff is mostly at the end of the list, but most of it has at least a little Steve-whump.

Super Villain Dating Tips - Or How Steve Won Over Tony Through The Art of Kidnapping by forgetmenotjimmy (General, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, 46,265 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: Steve isn't evil, he's just trying to do the right thing whilst hiding from an insane General who's out for his blood - literally - but when he is forced to kidnap Tony to help him escape the cops, his plans to take down the Secret Division that experimented on him, well, they get put on the back burner. How does a villain date a hero? More kidnapping of course!

The Island Man by Amber_Skye tumblr: @welldothattogethertoo (General, Gen, 84,576 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: SHIELD never find Captain America. But one spring, the Valkyrie melts anyway, and Steve Rogers wakes up in the ice, alone. ——————————— He tried to move – and it burned. There was fire wrapping around his body, dragging cold tongues of pain across every inch of him. There was nothing but the screeching pain and the blackness and the silence - He breathed, and choked, because his lungs were full of ice. Water trickled delicately from his nose, dribbled over shrivelled lips. He jerked reflexively, throat cracking free from frost. He tried to gulp, tried to swallow, tried to snatch at air.

Not Just Anybody (Help) by kototyph (Teen, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, 9,349 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: Sam meets a homeless veteran with a famous name.

Coulson's Eleven by copperbadge tumblr: @copperbadge (Teen, Gen, 32,364 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: After Vanko destroyed the Stark Expo, SHIELD instituted a Superhuman Detention program, designed to capture and hold dangerous people -- dangerous people like Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, and others who made themselves noticeable. The superhumans SHIELD has imprisoned -- and some SHIELD agents themselves -- have other ideas about what constitutes 'dangerous'...

Look At A Place Far Away From Here by toucanpie (Mature, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, 7,088 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: Steve's instructions were strict. Get in, get close, get out. He never counted on Stark making it so hard.

Prisoner's Dilemma by AvocadoLove (Mature, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, 15,696 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: After taking the airplane down in the Arctic, Steve wakes to find himself imprisoned as a human test subject. With no idea where in the world he is, his only ally is a fast-talking inventor in the cell next door. Something’s off about Tony that Steve can’t put his finger on, and it’s obvious Tony doesn't fully trust him either. But to escape they may not have a choice…

Falling Backwards (Till it Turns Me Inside Out) by Aeraneth tumblr: @aeranethwrites (Teen, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, 5,706 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: It’s Nomad against the Avengers, a Hydra patch on his shoulder, a gun pointed at Iron Man’s head, and a doomsday machine running down the clock behind him. He’s the only one standing in the way of them saving the world. Steve doesn’t know how he got here.

Beast of Burden. by quigonejinn (Mature, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, 3,451 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: There is a SHIELD response team all over the apartment. Steve rubs his face with both hands, asks if he can go ahead and use the kitchen. They say that he can. Avengers, reframed.

And its sequel:

You were good for her by marmolita tumblr: @marmolita (Explicit, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, 2,364 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: “Clint, I want--” Steve says, pulling back. Clint looks up at him, one hand on Steve’s shoulder and one on the side of his ribs. Steve blinks, looks away. “I want you to hurt me.”

don't want your shining eyes by haipollai (Mature, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, 8,471 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: He learns the year - 2014 - and he learns the where - outside of Washington DC right now, though they woke him in New York - and finally the who - SHIELD. Someone tries to explain that they're on his side, they're his old friends, the SSR. It almost makes him laugh.

manunkind by legete tumblr: @legete (Mature, Gen, 3,596 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Summary: Three times he nearly escapes. Two of them are critical-thinking tests. The third is legitimate--he shakes off whatever drugs they’ve put in his food, breaks a guard’s nose, and makes it to another floor before they shoot him full of enough tranquilizers to drop a horse. The last thing he sees is boots running across carpet toward him. They’re more careful after that. [An AU where Steve Rogers isn't found by SHIELD and Bruce Banner isn't quite as good at keeping his head low.]

Turn the Noose of War by NamelessDragon tumblr: @anamelessdragon (Mature, Gen, 21,075 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Summary: In 1945, Steve crashes into the Atlantic Ocean. Almost seventy years later, he wakes up a captive in outer space. Luckily, a fellow prisoner might be willing to lend a hand with escape.

Not a Perfect Soldier by TooManyBattles (Skarabrae_stone) tumblr: @captaintoomanybattles (Mature, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, 93,354 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Summary: In a world where HYDRA was wiped out in the '40s, Steve is found by the Army rather than SHIELD. General Thaddeus Ross wants a perfectly obedient super-soldier at his command, and to that end, he sets out to break Steve to his will. As Steve struggles to come to terms with all he has lost, his life in captivity is only made bearable by the presence of another prisoner-- another super-soldier known only as "Soldat". Then the Avengers strike a deal with Ross to "borrow" him for missions, and Steve is faced with a team who dislikes him, an organization he doesn't trust, and the question of what he's willing to do to escape Ross's clutches.

Belonging by Arbraza (Explicit, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, 3,089 words, Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: Captain America wakes up in a world where he is a slave to the man who spent millions to recover him.

A Better Man by quigonejinn (Explicit, Phil Coulson/Steve Rogers, 10,181 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: They send in a specialist. He is a small, unassuming man.

Stars and Stripes Forever by yelp tumblr: @yelpfic (Explicit, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Avengers Team, Loki/Steve Rogers, 29,604 words, Rape/Non-Con, Major Character Death)

Summary: Steve wakes in a very different 21st century. One where he's owned by the man who fished him out of the sea.

#marvel fic rec #steve rogers

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thiagosrussianlitblog · 7 months

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Five Interesting Russian Nonfiction Books

Natasha's Dance: A Cultural History of Russia - History on a grand scale--an enchanting masterpiece that explores the making of one of the world's most vibrant civilizations. A People's Tragedy, wrote Eric Hobsbawm, did "more to help us understand the Russian Revolution than any other book I know." Now, in Natasha's Dance, internationally renowned historian Orlando Figes does the same for Russian culture, summoning the myriad elements that formed a nation and held it together. (GoodReads)

Romanov Autumn: Stories from the Last Century of Imperial Russia - The Romanov dynasty ruled Russia for a little over 300 years. The story of the dynasty's dramatic end has exerted a lasting fascination. This book seeks to widen the picture, looking at the lives of members of the family during the last century of imperial rule, and setting this into the context of the grand palaces in which they lived. It was a time of contrasts, a period in which the Tsars reached the peak of their wealth, prestige and power, yet also faced the growth of forces which would destroy them. In 1817, 100 years before the Revolution, the first Nicholas and Alexander were married in the Winter Palace. This book tells their story, and the stories of their successors, Alexander II, Alexander III and Nicholas II, each trying to steer their own course. It also looks at the lives of their sisters and brothers, and other members of the large Russian royal family, detailing their daily lives. (GoodReads)

Tent Life in Siberia: An Incredible Account of Siberian Adventure, Travel, and Survival - In the 1860s, the Russo-American Telegraph Company set out to telegraphically connect the United States and Europe using lines running through the Bering Straits and Siberia. The failed expedition marked one of the first explorations of the vast Siberian wilderness, and George Kennan’s tale of a seemingly endless land filled with wildlife and nomadic tribes is as entertaining today as it was 140 years ago. With biting humor and poignant insight, Kennan details his years fighting to survive a doomed mission. He depicts the quiet loneliness of the desolate landscape, the eerie glow of the sun at midnight, and the refusal to give in to one of the harshest places man has ever tried to conquer. His book is a testament to our planet’s beauty and danger, as well as to the tireless will of the human spirit. (GoodReads)

Moscow Nights: The Van Cliburn Story-How One Man and His Piano Transformed the Cold War - Gripping narrative nonfiction that tells the dramatic story of a remarkable young Texan pianist, Van Cliburn, who played his way through the wall of fear built by the Cold War, won the hearts of the American and Russian people, and eased tensions between two superpowers on the brink of nuclear war. In 1958, an unheralded twenty-three-year-old piano prodigy from Texas named Van Cliburn traveled to Moscow to compete in the First International Tchaikovsky Competition. The Soviets had no intention of bestowing their coveted prize on an unknown American; a Russian pianist had already been chosen to win. Yet when the gangly Texan with the shy grin began to play, he instantly captivated an entire nation. The Soviet people were charmed by Van Cliburn’s extraordinary talent and fresh-faced innocence, but it was his palpable love for the music that earned their devotion; for many, he played more like a Russian than their own musicians. As enraptured crowds mobbed Cliburn’s performances, pressure mounted to award him the competition prize. "Is he the best?" Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev demanded of the judges. "In that case . . . give him the prize!" Adored by millions in the USSR, Cliburn returned to a thunderous hero’s welcome in the USA and became, for a time, an ambassador of hope for two dangerously hostile superpowers. In this thrilling, impeccably researched account, Nigel Cliff recreates the drama and tension of the Cold War era, and brings into focus the gifted musician and deeply compelling figure whose music would temporarily bridge the divide between two dangerously hostile powers. (GoodReads)

On a warm July evening in 1985, a middle-aged man stood on the pavement of a busy avenue in the heart of Moscow, holding a plastic carrier bag. In his grey suit and tie, he looked like any other Soviet citizen. The bag alone was mildly conspicuous, printed with the red logo of Safeway, the British supermarket. The man was a spy for MI6. A senior KGB officer, for more than a decade he had supplied his British spymasters with a stream of priceless secrets from deep within the Soviet intelligence machine. No spy had done more to damage the KGB. The Safeway bag was a signal: to activate his escape plan to be smuggled out of Soviet Russia. So began one of the boldest and most extraordinary episodes in the history of spying. Ben Macintyre reveals a tale of espionage, betrayal and raw courage that changed the course of the Cold War forever... (GoodReads)

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Lost

by PumpkinDoodles

When Darcy Lewis is kidnapped, Steve Rogers —currently on the run from Thad Ross—happens to be close by.

Words: 1122, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Nick Fury

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Angst, Nomad Steve Rogers

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ao3feed-janefoster · 1 year

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Lost

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by PumpkinDoodles

When Darcy Lewis is kidnapped, Steve Rogers —currently on the run from Thad Ross—happens to be close by.

Words: 1122, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Nick Fury

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Angst, Nomad Steve Rogers

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 2 years

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Forgot - but then Steve Remembers

Steve FLUFF a tiny bit of angst but thats from steve part 1 here

Rebloogs and comments welcome do not repost or publish anywhere just a bunch of fluff tiny bit of angst sahing18+ just incase

I included number 89 from @time-for-a-lullaby repost of @youngdumbbrokehijabi-deactivate

In the quinn jet

"Nat please tell me that's the wrong date."

"Ok thats the wrong date."

"Why?"

"Shit."

"Language."

"That's still not going away,"he sighed. "But really is that the wrong date?"

"No. Why had a date?"

"Actually yea."

The entire quinnjet had come to a standstill.

"It was her birthday the day after we left. I thought- I can't believe I mixed up the days. What do I do?"

"Grovel." Nat went back to piloting.

"Say you sent her flowers and there a mix up."Tony shrugged

Steve looked Tony dead in the eyes with ire. "Tony I'm not going to lie to her. Plus she basically always knows when I'm lying."

"Did you tell her you were leaving? It was last minute." Nat tries to counter act Tony

"Yea but I didnt say it was a last minute mission just that id be on radio silence until I get back in like a week.

"You coud at least tell her you're comming back now." Nat offered.

"On the QJ be home soon. Can I come see you?"

Almost as quick as he sent the text he got a reply.

"You never have to ask. Are you ok? Any injuries?"

"No not even a paper cut."

Steve sat back in his seat "I really like this girl Tony. She's the best thing to ever happen to me in a long time. I don't want to lose her."

"Like Nat said. Grovel"

It was late when they got back but Steve didn't want to wait any longer. He had disapointed you enough.

But you were awake and waiting when he used the key you had given him to come in. You threw your hands around his neck and gave him a kiss.

"You promise you're not hurt." You looked to see if there was any blood coming through on his shirt.

"I promise. How are you?"

"Good" you gave a small smile.he studied your face but you had already cried the tears and this far off there was nothing left and the continual dissapointment was just stored away there until next year when you'd hope a little less. You tried to lead him to the couch but he wasn't budging.

"Im sorry I missee your birthday."

"It's ok" you shrugged. Ok all the tears weren't gone. Don't cry! So you changed the subject.

"Tell me about the mission. What'd you on the mission."

"What'd you do on your birthday?"

"Nothing just another Friday. So-"

"You friends didn't do anything."

"No they usually forget or are busy. I'm used to it."

Steve's heart sank and then he also felt bad at the parties Tony threw for him. He hated them but you hadn't even had a small fracture of that. At his party there were so many people he brought you as no one would notice another girl as he didn't want to thrust you into the spotlight but when he told you he hated when Tony went all out like this he didn't realize how much pain was behind your words of "Hey it could be worse they could forget your birthday entirely."

And how much it had to sting when he said the words "I wish." He wish he could've seen the pain behind your eyes that you are doing a very good job of hiding right now. But he still see a glimmer of a tear an extra drop of wetness that will refuse your eyes to get dry.

"Tell me about the mission" you asked again with some forced enthusiasm

"I really am sorry I-I should've made sure you got flowers or. I messed up I know I thought. I had the days wrong but not your birthday I know what day that is I just didn't realize what day it was when I left and-"

"Hey Steve its ok. I get it your job travels. Besides you saved the world what twice now? Three times. It's only a day. And you're here now."

You were so sincere his heart dropped. It was like like he forgot to pick up crackers at the store…ridiculously understanding. How had you gotten to that where it was nothing to you?

You were sleeping while he was wide awake. Not only did he forget your birthday but so did everyone. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. You were always one to send the first text or call to always be there always asking him do you think so and so would like this maybe I should get it for so and so , but they weren't there for you. What was even worse was that you seemed to expect it. Maybe that’s why, you didn’t want them to feel the same? Or even worse you thought they’d forget you if you didn't do things. He felt helpless, he was helpless because it was something he didn't prevent from happening that he could've; Sure he wasn't saving THE world. But he would've saved yours. And to him that was the same thing.

He swore to make it up to you let you know you were loved by at least him not thrown aside or forgotten - somehow.

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Steve's text to tony:

Tony promise me this'll work.

Tony:It will she'll love it.

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"And we'll a- Shit I gotta grab something from the tower then well go get dinner. Sound good?"

"Yea babe."

"You wanna come in-the others are gone on a mission they wont bother us.”

"Ok”

Steve took the private avenger entrence and elevator.

"You know I was thinking about introducing you." Steve hope that covered any nervousness that was showing.

"Really?" You were confused.

"Calm down if you're that excited I won't wouldn't want you to fangirl."

"Sorry I just you said you didnt want to before to keep me safe so."

"Well I was thinking maybe its time we can work on your safety Nat can teach you some self defense."

"You taught me."

"I know."

They reached the floor. He saw the odd taken back look when you saw the darkness."

"I always have my floor's lights off when I gone." He walked out of the elevator.

"You have your own floor? Steven you never told me that!"

He smirked at your use of his full first name.

"Steve come back here! A whole floor! “You followed him into the complete darkness until Steve said:

"Hey Friday" Steve said with a smirk.

"Surpise Happy birthday" everyone yelled with smiles and the lights tured on all at once. You had jumpd back so much and so hard that you almost fell no scratch that you fell Steve ran back in time to stop you from hitting your head.

"Www" was the only thing you could get out. With your mouth dropping. You looked around

"I think we broke her." Tony snarkrd

"Its all for you sweetheart." Steve wispered sweetly.

"Once we know you were the reason Steve has been so happy the last few months and that he missed your birthday well we couldn't just not do anything." Nat smiled.

"Plus you do charity I mean you're way out of Cap's league." Tony shrugged

"Tony" Pepper hissed.

"What you're out of my league too honey." Tony said to Pepper.

"Steve I- thank you all so much you this really did you really didnt have to do this."

"You should have seen him on the way home when he realized the date and how he screwed up. He wanted to do omething nice for you and so did we. Besides we are going to be good friends now. I'm going to teach you how to take down the brute if he gets to handsy. Or doesn't get handsy enough.” Nat winked and the room laughed.

There was a banner and a whole stack of presents food and a cake.

He introduced you to everyone and Friday put music on.

You were having a conversation with one of the lab techs the team is close with when Steve came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Mind if I borrow my little spark plug here."

You giggled at the pet name that Tony had actually came up with once you could talk again as you were just plain giddy, a mile a minute . Steve had a the giant smile on his face as he brought you onto the balcony.

"You enjoying yourself?" He moved a peice of hair away from your face and tcxked it behin your ear. Wheich was mere mm away from your giant smile.

"Yea I've never had a surprise party or a party in years. Thank you Steve I mean it." You felt a kiss would be so disingenuous because it wasn't that he was doing this because he had to as your boyfriend it's because he wanted to. You know if he didn't want to he wouldn't have gone to all that trouble, this trouble and a kiss just didn't add upp- it didnt mean enough.

"I love you so much you didn't have to do this-"

"But I wanted to. Your smile makes it worth it "

"I know and that's why I love you you didnt just move on and forget"

"I love you. I didnt know your friends were that horrible. You just you deserve better. And loving you I just I figured you need new friends," Steve leaned in-

"Plus Tony gives the best presents."

"Steve, this party is enough of a present."

"You forgive me for missing your birthday?"

"Steve I told you."

"I know. And I know you were disappointed, you had to, how could you not be."

"Steve I cant blame you for having to work on my birthday. Although I can blame you for not even remembering the day beofre that the next day was my birthday."

"Am I forgiven."

"Of course but just this time."

He pulled you close

"Thank God because love you so much I don't know what I'd do without you."

Then he pulled you in for a kiss.

Later that night....

You had stayed at the tower you were too tired, too full and just wanted to never leave the warm and inviting place.

"I have another present for you"

"Steve"

"Go on open"

"You didn't have to"

"Just open it please."

You gasped in awe, it was drawing and sketches and water colors and one really pad canvas painting.

"Ignore my Picasso i can't paint" he forgot

To take that one out and he did now throwing it on the ground, you made a mental note to get that one to keep. Then you saw subject of the drawings.

"Steve babe this is amazing. This is so beautiful. Is this entire thing-"

"Yep all you my beautiful precious love. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips

"You bring me more light than anyone could imagine"

Lost in his eyes his sincerity was not one that could be faked by meryl streep or cloony or anyone it was a look of pure adoration, pure love. You went to hand him back the sketch book.

He shook his head "No, this is for you. For you of you-"

"But you" you finished his sentance.

"Theres a drawing class free to the public this weekend with -"

"Moma?" Your eyes lit up. Youve been trying to get him to go for that for a while. You had wanted to go as well but were too nervous about being alone plus you wanted him to give you tips.

"What do you yu say we go this weekend?"

You nodded excitedly and pulled him in for a hug. He eyed you up and down taking in your happiness, at a simple free thing and that, that made you rival or beat Venus' statue herself.

"If I know youd be this happy would've said yes when you first asked."

"I love you Steve. I love you so much."

I love you."

He pulled you in for a breathtaking kiss

I originally wasnt going to say anything. But i did this so people understand its not them its thier idiot friends.

but I'm a fall baby and my friends dont always rembember my birthday so the first one was kinda cathartic typing it out but I know theres others who related and thats why I published it cause ur not alone when that happens I kinda wanted to make them see that its not u that needs ro change its ur friends and idiot superhero boyfriend but i mean how many concussions has he had at this point so...

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natty-taffy · 2 years

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left, right. left, right. steady - [natasha x stark!daughter]

TW: guns pointed at you, minor mention of violence

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A thunderous noise echoes through your house. You had just passed the slumber phase of sleeping five seconds ago, but are completely awake now, though your eyes can’t find the courage to open themselves.

Your first instinct is to call your father, of course, but you are so frozen in fear that you can’t even manage to move your arms to grab the phone.

After few seconds of silence there’s another noise, this one of broken glasses, followed by dragged, strong steps that, weirdly enough, don’t come closer to your room, but instead remain on where you assume is the kitchen.

You frown, managing to open only one eye- well, if this was a robber, they would at least try to be quiet, and if they wanted to harm you, they should be here by now.

It was only after a grunt you realized what was going on; somebody was hurt.

With your heartbeat decreasing slightly, you allow yourself to open your second eye and weight your possibilities; you would have to deal with whoever it was sooner or later, since you highly doubt they would go away before the sun is up.

You grab your phone, it flashes 4:37am.

You huff, not even bothering calling your father anymore, knowing that the person probably is not a threat, since it came for refugee at one of his houses. It’s not their fault, how would they know you were spending the summer there?

As much as I’m tempted to, I can’t just turn to the side and sleep, the rational part of you reasons and you roll your eyes, just slightly, at it.

Before leaving the bed, though, you reach for the small pistol that you keep on the bedside- you never know- and only then, slowly goes downstairs, tapping your feet lightly against the wooden tiles.

“Do not move” comes a strong voice from the kitchen, somewhat strained at the edges, you assume it’s because of the pain.

You stop dead on your tracks, not wanting to enter in any type of combat, giving your terrible lack of skills compared to any minor agent. And this, you know, is no minor agent because no voice could ever compare to hers;

The Black Widow.

As much as you allow yourself to breath out the rest of air you were holding, you still can’t count your victories- see, you know her, everybody does, these days, but she doesn’t know you.

One of the perks of being the only daughter of Tony Stark is to remain hidden until extreme circumstances- like untraceable-to-the-CIA level, but one of the lows is that… well, you are untraceable-to-the-CIA level. Nobody knows you.

“I’m not here to hurt you” You find your mouth saying without you realizing, yeah, because you’re really a threat to her.

“What are you doing here?” The dragged foot is the only thing that tells you she’s moving towards the stairs and you can’t help but feel a lump forming on your throat.

Because what happens if she doesn’t believe you?

Her pistol appears before her face does, and you truly would have never been ready to see her so close to you. But you can hardly concentrate on the way her eyes are even greener outside of a screen or how her mouth is chapped but still looks ridiculously-

The point is- you can hardly focus on that because, fuck, she’s a wreck.

“I’m living here” you answer simply, letting her interpret it the way she wanted “You woke me up, I just came down to check”

Natasha stares at your gun for a minute too long before giving a step back, allowing you to take one forward- at that, she seems quite satisfied and lowers the gun by one inch “What do you mean by living” she winces in the span of a second as her left foot touches the ground “here?”

You eye her foot “Can I take a look?” you slowly put your gun on the ground, kicking it to her and putting your hands up in surrender.

Which has not been your smartest move ever, you could say, since she has now two guns against you and you can barely body combat. But all she does is gaze at the weapon, returning quickly the focus on you.

“No” she answers shortly “Who are you?”

You smile, not really knowing how good would it be to reveal yourself as a Stark given the circumstances of the Sokovia Accords “I’m [Y/N], nice to meet you”

Natasha is yet to move, her tired eyes scan your face once again and it’s so penetrating that you’re suddenly afraid she can read your thoughts. You take a step back and her gun is pointed at you again “I can just go back to sleep if you want to”

She laughs lightly and humorlessly “You’re standing where I can see you”

Honestly, you don’t think of it as a bad thing at all.

You just nod and decide do step two more steps down, ignoring your gun still on the ground, really not wanting to spend the rest of your night on the stairs “Well, I’m going to make tea, would you like some?”

She looks at you as if you lacked a cephalon- fair, since you did offer a drink to a spy. “No”

“Okay” you grant as you slowly arrives at her side- her gun is now three inches from your head, following you wherever you go, you try to not give her any reason to suspect you and focus on your walk.

Left and right, left and right. Steady.

It’s hard, you can barely feel yourself in your body- your legs tremble so much you’re worried they’ll give up at any second, right under her aim.

“Do you- um- want to follow me?” You ask, keeping your mouth occupied so you won’t throw up “You don’t have to, I’m just- because you look…” She arches an eyebrow, you can’t say if the glint on her eyes was real or if the light struck very quickly on them. You urge your mouth to say something “Bad”

You look bad.

Fucking best thing you could have said to an ex-KGB super duper spy. You could cry right now if you knew she wouldn’t laugh at your face for it.

“Are you insulting me?” She asks, taking a small step forward, searching through your face again, as if you were a puzzle to be resolved. Which, if you were, would probably be one of those with 10 pieces for three year old’s.

“No” You answer simply, returning your focus on your walk- the kitchen is already there, maybe five steps away; left and right, left and right. Steady.

Would she even follow? You don’t dare to look back.

“Stay put, Jesus” she slowly begins to follow your steps.

For some sadistic reason, you smile a little at the realization.

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