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Put A Little Love on Me - Sam Wilson x OC

warnings: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, air force friends, soft smut, 18+

word count: 8.4k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1437355323-put-a-little-love-on-me-lane

vibe: "That's not fair, Sam," she whispered, hugging her arms around her middle, her fingers gripping into the fabric of her dress.

Sam shook his head and stepped closer to her, chewing on the inside of his cheek, "No it's not, but it's all I had. We promised we'd always have each other no matter what happened. After everything you helped me through when Riley -" his words cut off and her let out a breath, keeping his dark eyes on hers, "I just wanted to be able to help you the way you helped me," he finished

Masterlist

A few raps sounded at his bedroom door as he changed his tie once more. 

“Mr. Wilson, sir?” Sam smiled  at Peter’s voice coming from the other side. “I don’t mean to rush you but Barnes-”

“Completely means to!” 

Bucky’s exasperated voice boomed through the first floor of the compound interrupting him causing Sam to snort out a laugh as he tightened his tie and looked over himself quickly in the mirror. The soft pink tie he had finally landed on looked great  against the crisp navy suit he had chosen for tonight. 

They had been invited to a spring gala in honor of the Armed Forces tonight and they’d asked him, as Captain America and former Air Force, to say a few words. 

“Looking good Wilson, looking good.” He winked at himself before pocketing his phone and wallet to head out the door. 

Sam made his way over to where Bucky was sitting alongside Peter in the common room, looking like he was going to burst into flames as the youngest showed him something on his phone excitedly. 

“Don’t scare him off Parker, he might bail on us.”  

His partner rolled his eyes and cleared his throat before standing and running a hand through his hair. 

Sam whistled, “You know for a person who didn’t wanna go you clean up real nice Buckaroo.” 

“Don’t push your luck Sam,” he replied pointedly. 

“But where’s the fun in that?” Sam grinned as he grabbed his coat and headed for the door. “Are you guys coming?” He asked innocently, just catching the way Bucky glowered, unimpressed, as he followed with a heavy trudge. 

The car waited outside, tinted windows and a security detail that felt entirely unnecessary and did little to ease Sam’s nerves. It’s not that he hated public speaking, it was a given now, but the cause for tonight was important. It sat close to his heart, in both pride and heartbreak, and he just hoped the small speech he had prepared did it justice.

As the cavalcade approached the Plaza, Bucky looked through the tinted glass and whistled. "Very fancy Sammy boy." The car pulled up in front of the huge double doors, the red carpet lined with press and reporters. "And they're all here for you." As the door opened Bucky held his arm out, "After you, I insist," he smirked to Sam, "Me and the boy will just hang here until the heat dies down." 

"So much for moral support, " Sam complained, over his shoulder as he stepped out of the car. The camera flashes and the cacophony of voices that greeted him confirmed that Bucky had the right idea.

He took a breath and transformed his face into the friendly, all-American grin that he knew the public loved and stepped forward. He held his arms out slightly, as if he were about to give the crowd a hug, and then waved. Here, there, up to the right, wherever he heard his name called as he slowly but resolutely made his way towards the doors of the building.

His right hand went to the watch on his left wrist and he surreptitiously fingered the tiny control panel. Gasps of delight came from the crowd as Redwing swooped down and performed some aerial acrobatics, guiding Sam the rest of the way to the doors through a chorus of cheers and applause.

Once inside, he took a moment to steel himself with a breath as everyone in attendance bustled around the room; taking pictures, grabbing glasses of champagne from trays. He took his phone out quickly typing out a text to Bucky and Peter letting them know he’d find their table. As soon as Bucky responded, he pocketed his phone and made sure his speech paper was still  safely tucked inside his jacket pocket before making his way through the crowd of attendees.

He scanned the room until he found the seating chart by the bar — open, he hoped — and found their names under table number one, right front and centre. 

The table was still empty when he arrived, eight exquisitely laid places and a beautifully crafted centrepiece. Sam wandered around the table, searching out his name and slid into his seat, just taking a moment of calm before he would inevitably be thrown into the fray. 

Bucky and Peter’s voices mingled with the music as they bustled over behind him. 

“I was waiting for a text so we could sneak in, Wilson. Do you know how many hands I had to shake tryin’ to find you?” Bucky grumbled, slumping into the chair beside him.

Sam cocked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips, "Poor little super soldier, having to mingle and get appreciated"

The small stifled laugh from Peter caused a chuckle to bubble from his lips as Bucky rolled his eyes. Sam knew the spotlight was something Bucky was still getting used to and for the most part he always supported his friend's decision to hide in the shadows but with their recent successes and their new team growing, he'd have to accept the supportive attention, even if it was just for one night.

"To be fair Bucky, you were the one who insisted every man for himself," Peter started to explain, before seeing the look Bucky was sending him and pulling himself short. "I know, shut up kid, " he finished, pushing his chair backwards, he stood and suggested, "should I to go see if they have any Asgardian Mead?"

"Good idea, kid," Bucky replied, "I've a feeling I'm going to need it."

"You need to go easy tonight Buck," Sam advised.

"I know how to behave in polite society," Bucky shook his head at Sam, "I was brought up by a lady and know how to treat the dames."

“Rule number one,” Sam countered, “don’t call ‘em dames. They don’t like that anymore.” 

“Aw, shucks! That’s why I can’t get a date.” 

Sam rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the rest of the room. It was probably time to get this show on the road, be the man of the people and shake some hands. 

“I’m gonna go mingle, hold down the fort and don’t let Parker drink.” He pointed a finger at Bucky as he stood. Brushing his hands down his suit, he took a deep breath and headed towards Rhodey, the first face he’d recognised since he walked in.

Clapping his friend on the back, Sam grinned his signature grin and extended his hand to the two council members that Rhodey was talking too, "Gentleman, I hope my friend here isn't boring you with his tank story, again," 

"That story is a classic and always kills," Rhodey defended as the men with him laughed, shaking their heads. 

"Only to people who haven't heard it ten times," one of them retorted with a booming laugh. 

Sam nudged his shoulder into his friends with a smirk as the conversation moved on to the recent PR that was needed for their growing team and how it was going to be handled. They wanted Kate and Yelena to make appearance's at schools and Peter needed to do tech presentations, stepping into the shoes that Tony had left for him. But something caught Sam's attention, and the councilman's words drifted out to a dull whisper. 

A girl with soft brunette waves stood by the bar in a navy blue satin gown, her deep chocolate brown eyes trained on his with a soft smile playing on her lips as she took a sip from her wine glass. Sam's chest squeezed as his mind jolted to the last time he'd laid eyes on the girl in front of him. The soft goodbye she'd whispered into his ear, and the press of her lips to his cheek before she'd walked out for her last mission. The day she'd walked out the door, taking his heart with her. 

"Yeah, yeah that sounds good, we'll talk about it Monday," Sam mumbled, squeezing Rhodey's shoulder, "Will you excuse me?" He didn't wait for an answer before he walked away, his tunnel vision setting in as the rest of the room faded.

His heart rate picked up with each step he took towards her. Sam slowed to a stop in front of her, those eyes he'd fallen into time and time again trail up and down the navy suit he wore. "Lanie?" Sam breathed out her name like an unanswered prayer and her smile only grew. 

"I'm a little disappointed you didn't wear the wings." She quipped, taking a sip of her drink. 

He was too busy admiring just how much more beautiful she had gotten since the last time he saw her for her words to register and when they did he couldn't help but chuckle. "Shoot, I left them in the car." 

Lane laughed and the sound hit deep in his core. The feelings he had bottled up and tucked away started to bubble in his chest as her laughter slowed and it was just the two of them. 

"You look good, Sam," Lane said softly.

"This old thing," he gulped, trying to get his racing heart under control.

 Lane had always had this effect on him, even before the feeling was mutual. Just a look from her in his direction or a parting of her lips sent his pulse through the roof. Lane had been so weary of the guys in their squadron, conscious that they were a bunch of entitled A-holes, who made a female pilot work twice as hard for the privilege of wearing the wings.

 She'd finished in the top 5%  of their class, proving herself and nabbing a commission most of the other flyers could only dream of. When Sam had transferred to Dulles Air Force base a year after graduating he'd been delighted to discover not only was Lane still there but had blossomed into a confident, pack up your shit and take a hike, no-nonsense lady. Well-liked and respected by her squad, she had remembered Sam fondly and had been happy to show him the ropes and eventually allowed him to take her out for a drink.

“You, uh… you look good too, Lanie,” Sam murmured softly, taking her in properly. She’d always been beautiful, even with her hair in the regulation bun, slicked back and shining with gel and a fresh face. Now though, he wasn’t sure he could be in her vicinity much longer without a drink in his hand. 

“Thanks, big shot,” she smiled, that heart-stopping, flirty thing that always sent his heart a flutter. “How is that going? Being Cap?” 

Sam sucked in a breath. “Big shoes to fill,” he chuckled as Lane caught his elbow gently, leading him towards the bar. 

“And yet they fit you so well, Sam,” she replied, “I certainly had no doubt they would.”

A familiar fluttering filled his chest as Sam felt a blush creeping up his neck, “Thanks Lanie, that uh, means a lot coming from you” 

She smiled again, that smile that was seared into his brain from the first moment they met at training camp. A smile that brightened the room and dulled away all the worries that plagued his heart since taking up the mantle. 

“And you,” Sam cleared his throat, as his tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips, “I hear you’re basically running the program now, but not flying anymore what’s that about?” 

A flash of a pained expression crossed her face, before she covered it with a soft smirk and shook her head, “you keeping tabs on me, Wilson?” She questioned, teasingly.

His heart flipped at the question. He had been keeping tabs on her, a small obsession and mainly just to make sure she was still kicking. "You know how airmen and women are." 

Lane raised a brow, "and what about you? Any new aliens I should know about." 

Sam chuckled and shook his head thankful for the change of subject. If she knew just how much he had been following her career on his own it would open that can of worms they decided to close a long time ago. "Androids maybe, aliens..." he shook his head, "not as of late."

"Good to know the world's in safe hands." She turned to the bartender. "Can I get an Old Fashioned and...?"

"Just a beer for me," Sam ordered. The area around the bar was getting crazy busy, with other attendees pressing against them trying to get served. 

Lane passed him his beer and stepped away from the bar, taking a gulp of her drink, she then motioned her glass towards the balcony doors. "I need to get some air, it's a little warm in here." She turned away from him and took another couple of steps. "It really is lovely to see you Sam," she smiled, a shy smile which reminded him so much of their first time together. "Maybe we don't leave it so long next  time."

He wanted to say something else, to follow after her. To continue the conversation that he craved so desperately but he could see she needed out. She had never quite fit in events like these. She was beautiful and good at pretending she was social but Sam could see the obligatory scowl flicker to her face when the important people weren't looking. Same old Lane. Wanted to be anywhere else than where she had to be. 

Sam spent the night fielding questions from politicians, and making sure his overgrown, chaotic dates, Bucky and Peter, stayed out of the mead. It wasn't until he was sitting alone with his third beer in the wind and the band started to play the after dinner music that he realized his mind had been on Lane all night. She floated around the room, avoiding the big crowds and speaking directly to a few important people but it never lasted long and she disappeared as quickly as she appeared. 

"Why don't you ask her to dance?" Peter slumped down into the chair beside Sam. "I've been watching you, watching her all night." 

"I haven't been watching no-one, Squirt." Sam brushed him off but his eyes found her again, slender curves and bright, fake smile as she awkwardly shook hands with another man. 

"She looks like she needs saving," Peter shrugged. 

But Lane had never needed saving, not really. 

"Chicken," Peter resorted to name calling and as soon as he turned on him the squawking stopped.

“I will put you on mission laundry duty,” Sam threatened, “and I know for a fact Barnes leaves his go-bag far longer than he should between washes. Every. Single. Time.”

Peter shuddered and Sam cackled as the younger man scurried away to the bar. 

“No mead!” Sam called after him before his gaze fell back to Lane. She was holding her own against the man, a Sergeant in full dress who was pushing his luck with how close he was standing. It wasn’t until his hand skimmed across the small of Lane’s back and she stepped out of his reach that Sam chugged back the rest of his beer and heaved himself up. 

“Not saving her, just deterring the creep,” he muttered to himself as he headed in their direction.

"Sergeant, I think it's important to remember we are in the company of many of our superiors." Lane reminded the man with that sickly sweet smile that to others seemed just polite, but Sam knew the venom around it. 

The man was just about to part his lips to counter when Sam stepped to her side, "Sir I believe Rhodey was looking for you." 

He frowned and shook his head walking away from them. 

"I didn't need saving Cap." Lane said after a moment when the man was out of earshot.

"No you didn't, but he did. I remember when you almost roundhoused a guy who thought touching you was a god given right." Sam responded, "And as you say, we're surrounded by superiors."

"That was a lifetime ago Sam, the new me doesn't get violent, I just get even. Unfinished business and all that." She bit her lower lip and looked like she wanted to say more, but took another sip of her drink instead.

Sam watched as another uniform approached her from behind and instead of leaving her to the dogs like she so clearly wanted to be Sam extended his hand. 

"How about a dance?" He asked. 

Lane eyed his hand, thoughts swirled around behind those pretty eyes and then she downed her drink and set it aside and slid her hand into his. 

"You still step on toes?" She teased and Sam huffed. "I'll take that as a yes."

“Hasn’t stopped you before,” Sam quipped, leading her onto the dance floor and Lane laughed lightly. 

“I’m a risk taker, Wilson. It’s like you don’t know me at all.” 

The music grew louder the closer they got to the band, big brass swelling around the crooning of the singer they’d hired. Sam pulled Lane closer, holding her slender frame against his body as they began to sway gently. 

“Now, I don’t know about that, Lanie. You’ve never hidden yourself from me.”

"That you know of." Lane smirked up at him, her long hair cascading down her back as her chin lifted to look up at him. Those dark eyes finding his, "I'm pretty good at keeping secrets." 

Sam raised a brow, "you can't keep a secret for the life of you." 

She grinned up at him again, a mischievous look behind her eyes, "that you know of."

Sam led Lane around the dance floor, the two of them in comfortable silence, but he was sure she could see the words brewing in his eyes, something he had been dying to offload ever since they parted ways. 

He cleared his throat, pulling her closer to him so that their cheeks met, entwining their fingers so that there was no escaping his nearness. "Before, when you mentioned unfinished business, did you mean us? Is that what we are?"

"What do you think, Sam?" she asked softly, "Are we unfinished or was this over a long time ago?"

Sam felt his breath catch in his throat before speaking, "You tell me, Lane. I wasn't the one who took a mission and didn't come home."

"That's unfair Sam," She said, "you know what it's like on those missions..." She trailed off. Her hands tight in Sam's as they spun in a lazy circle. 

"Out there, sure," Sam answered, "but you came home, all I expected was a phone call." 

"Phone calls can still be hard when you don't know what to say," She hummed and let him spin her out and away from him, before gently bringing her back against his chest. Her back molded to his front as their cheeks pressed together as they silently worked through all those hard unspoken emotions. 

"We were never very good at talking anyways, Lanie."

Sam felt the reverberation of her hum through his chest and he turned his head, letting his lips graze lightly over her jaw. 

“Sam,” she said softly, her breath hitching. 

“Tell me you didn’t want it to be over,” he whispered lowly, “because I know I didn’t.” 

Lane tensed in his arms and Sam sighed. He should have known. 

“Sam, you have a speech to make soon. Let’s not do this now, please? Just dance with me a little longer.”

"Give me something, Lane," he was battling to keep his voice neutral. He was sure that once he left her to make his speech, she'd take off again. 

"I can't do this here, tonight Sam. Just for now let's pretend that we're a couple," she rested her head against his shoulder and Sam tightened his hold on her slightly as she turned her face and rubbed her nose up and down his neck. If Sam  closed her eyes, he could imagine that he was her wingman, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear, making her shudder with want. 

When she spun away this time, her fingers slipped from his and just like before she slipped into the crowd and away from him. 

He made to go after her when the crowd parted and the mic screeched over the heads of everyone, "everyone please welcome to the stage our very own Captain America, Sam Wilson!" 

Sam nodded, turning on his heal and painting a smile on his face and raised his hand in the air making his way to the stage to do his speech but his mind wandered to his Lanie, where she would have run off to and how far he'd have to go to chase her down this time.

Jogging up the steps to the microphone, Sam squinted against the lights and gathered his wit, feeling a little out of sorts now. 

Under the attention of literally everyone in the room, he cleared his throat and patted down his pocket for his speech as his eyes settled on Bucky and Peter, the two of them lounging at their table with tumblers that were definitely filled with the Agardian mead he told them to steer clear of. Bucky grinned up at him and flashed two over-enthusiastic thumbs up and Peter cupped his hands around his mouth, whooping and cheering far too loudly for such a dignified gala. 

Still, it settled something within him and he dragged his eyes across the room, telling himself he wasn’t searching for her as he unfolded the piece of paper in his hand.

His entire speech felt distant, like he was on autopilot as he said the words and the crowd laughed from time to time. When the applause started and he folded the paper back up his heart raced with one last scan of the crowd. It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of navy satin disappearing out onto one of the balconies that he finally took a breath and followed her outside.

As he tried to make his way through the crowd, people clapped him on the back and stepped in front of him to comment on his speech. His eyes stayed trained on the balcony door, politely and professionally stepping around everyone who got in his way. He'd fight his way through an alien battlefield if it meant Lane was waiting for him on the other side. The glimmer of hope that clung to his chest drew him forward, through everything. 

Stepping out into the fresh spring breeze, Sam felt his breath catch in his throat once more as the moonlight shimmered on across her gown and illuminated her eyes, "Leaving me again so soon, Lanie?" he commented. 

"That's not fair, Sam," she whispered, hugging her arms around her middle, her fingers gripping into the fabric of her dress. 

Sam shook his head and stepped closer to her, chewing on the inside of his cheek, "No it's not, but it's all I had. We promised we'd always have each other no matter what happened. After everything you helped me through when Riley -" his words cut off and her let out a breath, keeping his dark eyes on hers, "I just wanted to be able to help you the way you helped me," he finished.

She stood there, throat bobbing. 

"Listen, I don't want to spend anymore time here and I don't think you do either. I did my speech, I paid my dues," Sam stepped forward, "why don't we go home?" 

Sam watched as her whole body tensed at his use of the word. He knew what he was doing, they had never lived together but home was less of a place for the two of them, more of a feeling. "You can talk," Sam said quietly but firmly as he reached out to her, "I can listen."

He watched the tears pool in her eyes as they darted softly across his face, almost like she was looking for the man he was all those years ago. Trying so hard to ground herself before putting her hand in his. Lane never did like showing her feelings, she always felt like she couldn’t and he could only hope to make her feel as safe as she did for him.

"Damn you, Sam Wilson," she muttered, but there was a soft, tentative smile on her face as she threaded her fingers with his. "If we're gonna do this, I need the greasiest, cheesiest burger you can get around here."

"I'll do you one better. You come back to the compound with me and I'll cook you up somethin' special, maybe somethin' from my Mama's secret recipe stash." 

"You mean Sarah finally shared them with you?" Lane chuckled, her eyes still glistening. "God, I used to love going home with you for that cooking." 

"Just for the cooking?" Sam replied, flashing her his best smile as Lane rolled her eyes. "What do you say, Lanie? We're both here, now, and if this is the only chance we get..."

"Take me home, bird boy," Lane smirked playfully, squeezing his hand gently. 

Another swarm of butterflies fluttered against Sam's rib cage at the familiar nickname he'd earned from his friends back on base. He let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back, "Oh that's what we're doing now?" 

Smiling brightly, Lane hummed and nodded once, bumping her shoulder into his as she dragged him back towards the door. Sam shook his head once more as he followed, tucking the two of them close to the wall as they snuck through the crowded room. Only a few people tried to catch his attention but there was nothing that was going to take him away from escaping with his girl.

The car was waiting out front and when he finally had her in the back seat it was like a tidal wave of relief had washed over him. He always knew how much he missed her, but seeing her here, ready and finally willing to just talk to him. It was different. He couldn't explain how real it all felt. So he kept his hand tucked in hers, craving the sensation of her skin until he could get her alone. 

Lane was nervous, he could feel it in her touch when she squeezed his hand with worry. He couldn't even remember the last time she had gone home with him. 

God he had missed her. "We're almost there," he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.

Lane smiled, small and tight, when the car pulled in through the security gate and she peered out the window at the sprawling compound. Once parked up, Sam helped her out, tucking her under his arm as they headed through the front door and through to the common room. 

The place was in relative darkness, the soft lighting usually set for night time, and Sam caught the way Lane’s shoulders fell, tension physically oozing out of her. 

“Take a seat,” he murmured softly, “I’ll open a bottle of red.”

He wandered over to the small wine storage, searching for the bottle of Lane’s favourite he knew he kept for memory’s sake, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Sliding it out, he was met with a selfie of Bucky the idiot took when Sam wasn’t looking — Peter’s doing really, he’s sure — and he brushed his thumb across the screen to quickly take the call. 

“Are you allowed to bail on your own gala?”Bucky asked immediately, “at least tell me you’re alive.”

Sam breathed out a short laugh, "Alive and well, Buck. Just something I need to take care of," he smiled softly, grabbing the wine bottle off the shelf and turning it over in his hands. 

"Something or someone?" Bucky pressed, the hint of a joke in his grumpy voice, "If I have to stay here, I don't think it's fair that you got to leave, even the kid is leaving with Kate and Yelena, something about playing Kings" he grumbled, "but there's no royalty visiting the city,"

With a shake of his head, Sam couldn't help the roll of his eyes, "It's just a game Buck and you can leave too, just give the kitchen and common floor some space, I'll talk to you later" 

Letting out another laugh as he hung up his phone, Sam sauntered back into the living room presenting the wine bottle to Lane, with a proud smile, "Rippon Pinot Noir, just the way you like it,"

"Almost like you kept that sitting around in case I showed up," Lane teased but her voice was tight. 

"Better to be prepared than empty handed," Sam uncorked the wine. 

"Don't," Lane covered her glass with her hand, "straight out of the bottle or not at all," she smiled.

"Just like the good old days?" Sam nodded. 

"I wouldn't call them good, but they were days, and there was wine." Lane added, "and you."

"Then we got all we need," Sam replied softly as he took a seat beside her on the couch. Lane had kicked off her heels  and made herself comfortable, and something about that made him smile. That she could be so comfortable in his space again after so long apart. 

"So," she started, making grabby hands for the bottle and sipping it delicately. "Are you ready to listen?" 

"I'm all ears, sweetheart," he breathed, pressing his body against hers as offered him both the bottle of wine and her hand. He squeezed her fingers gently as Lane took a deep breath.

Lane turned her eyes down to their intertwined hands and swiped her tongue over her lips. Using two of his fingers, Sam lifted her gaze back up to meet his with a soft nod of his head, ensuring she knew that he was right there, whatever happened, he was with her. With a gentle smile ghosting her lips as her dark eyes skated over his face, Lane cleared her throat and began the story of her last mission. The amount of people they'd lost, and how she did everything to save as many as she could, but even the ones who came home didn't really. The emotion in her voice as she talked about her troops, the soft voice cracks and the small tear that escaped down her cheek made Sam's whole body ache. It was supposed to be a track and report mission, but it turned into a search and rescue. He'd been on difficult missions himself but this was something else all together. 

Sam wanted to gather her up in his arms and never let her go. To remind her that she was home and safe back in his arms. To tell her that he was never going to let anything bad happen to her again. 

"... I was shot out of the sky, just like Riley," she whispered, taking a small sip from the wine bottle in front of her, "My wings wrapped the wrong way and I just... fell. Shrapnel from the shot was lodged in my back with bits from my pack, if I hadn't been over water, I would've -" her voice broke again and Sam traced his thumb over her cheek, catching another tear. 

"There's a reason I didn't wear an open back dress tonight," Lane tried to joke, "The scars from surgery after surgery, it's not pretty Sam... and the - mental scars that I carry, it was too much to put on you. You were working with Steve Rogers when I got back, I wasn't about to swoop in and take that away just because I'm broken."

The words caught in Sam's throat, broken. He'd never once thought of Lane as anything but strong and fierce. Like a tidal wave. To hear her talk about herself in a way that was anything less than that, it broke down a wall inside of him.

"Show me, Lanie," He urged, knowing the chances of her saying no were high but he also knew that telling her that she was beautiful, unmarked and flawless. Those words would mean nothing to her, he needed to show her. "I'll show you mine," he added with a soft smile. 

"I've seen all your scars, Sam." She whispered, her fingers tighter around the bottle now. 

"I have some new ones," he returned the tease, trying to make her comfortable enough to give in and trust him just one more time.

"I don't know, Sam." Her voice was hushed, a quiet murmur in their little corner of the common room. 

"How about I go first?" He responded, and with the slight nod of Lane's head, Sam hopped to his feet and shrugged off his jacket, chucking it across the arm of the couch. She looked up then, her sad eyes fixed on his fingers as he worked quickly to undo his tie. Sam flashed her a grin, wiggling his eyebrows as if he were undressing for any other reason but to show off the jagged lines and mottled skin he carried with him now. And he'd do it a million times over if it meant Lane could see the beauty in the scars she carried herself. 

Once he reached the last button of his shirt, he let it hang open before he moved onto his belt, ridding himself of his clothes until he stood in nothing but his boxers and his socks and he began to point out his most recent scar, a long, freshly pink line that was a deep slit in his thigh just a few months ago. 

"Sam," Lane breathed, her breath hitching. 

"One for one?" Sam replied as he held his hand out, waiting patiently for her to take it, to trust him with her hurt like he had with her all those years ago.

Hesitantly, Lane placed her hand in his and stood, leaving a few inches between them as she spun slowly and paused with her back to him, looking over her shoulder, "could you help me?" She whispered. 

Sam trailed his fingers softly up her back until he reached the zipper of her dress, pulling it down agonizingly slowly. A long line of raised, discolored flesh ran along her spine, growing the lower he got. He stopped his fingers when he reached the end and Sam swallowed thickly, tracing his thumb over the scar that ran the entire length between her shoulder blades. 

 "Surgery number one," Lane breathed, leaning into his touch and meeting his gaze once more.

His breath caught in his throat as she let the dress slip from her hips and stepped out of it, turning around to face him. Her face was tight and every agonizing motion she felt was on display as she arched her neck and closed her eyes. "Number two," she whispered, showing him a fleshy twisted scar that spiraled over her bicep and cut into her shoulder. Sam couldn't believe the pain she must have endured from the fall. Not knowing if she was going to survive it, even worse the agony she must have felt waking up alone, completely transformed by the accident.

The strength she must have held, still held, to get through that. Sam would never know what it was like to come out the other side of something as intense as what Lane had been through, but he knew a little something about grief, about the loss of something and the heaviness you live with after as you rebuild your life. 

"I think you might be the strongest woman I know," he murmured, taking a small step closer. "but then, you always have been." 

Lane's mouth curved into a soft smile, not quite meeting her eyes as she reached for Sam's hand and brought his fingers to her stomach and around to the side of her waist. 

"Scar number three," she murmured, as she pressed the pads of Sam's fingers along the thick, raised line that stretched around to her back. "This one's from a piece of my pack that decided to embed itself in my side on impact."

"Lanie," her name came out as a breath as his fingers traced over her skin. 

Scar after scar, each and every little one a small reminder of everything she'd been through. Every moment he wasn't by her side to remind her how amazing she was to him. He didn't see the ugliness that she did, all Sam saw was a strong, incredible woman who had been through hell and stood taller because of it. He saw her. 

He used his free hand to place two fingers under her chin and bring her eyes up to meet his, "You're beautiful, Lane. Every piece of you. Inside and out. And I will show you that as many times as you need me too and more, if you'll let me," he spoke quietly, drawing her closer, pressing their bodies together.

Sam felt her tremble when he dipped his head and his lips pressed to the scar on her shoulder. Her entire body giving into the soft, slow praises in the form of kisses. A tiny moan slipped from her tired lips as Sam began to show her just how beautiful each scar was. 

"I missed you," he said, so quietly it might have been missed over the sound of their breathing but it was out there and it was true. "More than anything."

"I missed you too, Sam," she breathed, as she tilted her head back and to the side as Sam's lips trailed up her neck to her earlobe. 

His fingertips dug gently into her skin as he moved up and pressed his forehead to hers. He needed her. He needed her to understand just how much he missed her. Just how beautiful she was in his eyes. Sam swooped down, and lifted Lane into his arms, pulling a giggled from her perfect lips as she pulled back a little to look at him. 

Sam shook his head once, and rounded the couch, heading straight down the hallway to his bedroom. There was no way his first time with her was going to be on a couch or the floor of the living room. Those pesky butterflies tickled his chest once more the closer they got and he let the feeling of them wash over him just like her warm citrus scent. 

"Sam," Lane practically whined as she dipped her head and kissed a small scar he had on his collarbone.

Electricity shot down from his head to his toes as her lips touched his skin. He’d been waiting, dreaming of her back in his arms for so long and here she was, finally. His Lanie. 

He held her tighter reaching a hand out to open his door as quickly as possible, once inside he kicked the door shut and walked them over to his bed. Lane kissed a line up his neck as she ran her fingers delicately through his scalp. A shiver ran up his spine as she reached his jaw and pulled back to meet his eyes. He propped his knee on the mattress before softly laying Lanie against it. He stared at her, looking just like the angel she was to him with her hair spread out along the mattress. Her throat bobbed under his gaze, and her breaths picked up, Sam smiled at her soft and full of all the love he’d been holding onto for her. 

He pushed her legs open a bit with his leg before he settled into a hover atop her body, holding onto his weight he dipped his head and touched his nose to hers eliciting a gasp from her lips. 

“Can I kiss you Lanie, please?” He whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. 

“If you don’t I’m definitely gonna kiss you,” she said with a soft chuckle.

Sam didn't hesitate, dipping into her soft laughter and consuming it whole. He wanted everything. Her lips felt like heaven dancing against his as he cupped her face and tangled his fingers into her hair. He missed her so much that nothing else mattered, he barely remembered to breathe. Her mouth parted and he swiped his tongue against hers, deepening their connection as her hands roamed his chest and back. 

Her fingers dragged over his shoulder blades, tickling his skin and drawing a throaty laugh from him as he broke away. 

"I'm glad we haven't forgotten everything," he winked at her as he pulled away and started to work down her throat with his teeth and lips.

Her soft laugh turned into a breathy moan as he moved over her skin, paying attention to the little scars that littered it like a story of everything she'd overcome. "My strong," he dragged his lips across her collarbone, "incredible," a soft kiss to the scar on her shoulder, "beautiful, girl" he moved down to press his lips to the large scar on her side. 

Her breath picked up pace as her fingers trailed, "Baby please," Lane whispered, as her eyes followed him down her body, "Come back to me," 

Sam obeyed, stretching his body back up and capturing her lips with his with more passion than he knew what to do with. Everything he'd ever dreamed of was laying beneath him and it was his new mission to make her understand how much she meant to him.

Sam pulled his lips from hers with a soft tug of her bottom lip, pulling a whine from her with the action. He kissed along her jaw and down her neck the soft mewls coming from her pushing him forward. He reached the curve of her breasts and breathed in her scent, smiling against her skin. 

“Sam please,” Lane whispered. 

He pressed wet  kisses along her clothed breasts, flicking his tongue lightly along her pebbled nipples. He pulled back, smiling at her and moved a hand under her lifting her gently, pressing her chest flush against his. 

“I’m taking this off now, yes?” 

Lane nodded and took his lips in his in a feverish kiss.

Sam smiled against her skin as his fingers worked deftly at her bra, unhooking it with ease and tossing it aside. He palmed her breast and brought her exposed nipple between his lips, sucking gently until her hips arched into his touch. Her hands raked over his scalp as he massaged her chest. 

"What do you want?" He asked her, not knowing where to start himself. His touch was fuzzy against her warm skin and all he wanted to do was kiss her until she begged him to stop.

"You... just you," Lane breathed, moving her hips up into his, "touch me, baby, please" 

Sam groaned into her skin at her words, kissing his way down her body and stopping at the edge of her panties, "Can I take these off, beautiful?" he hummed. 

It still felt surreal to him that she was here, allowing him to explore her body and take in each and every sound she made for him. He wanted to savour the moment, remember every movement but his own body betrayed him. It ached to touch her and drink her in, to keep her skin pressed against his and make her whine his name over and over. 

With a nod of her head, Sam hooked his fingers into the sides and pulled them down her legs, pressing soft kisses along the way until he flung her panties across his room, landing them over a picture of him and Steve, making Lane giggle softly.

He sat back and admired her taking his time to commit every single inch of her body to memory. He wrapped his fingers delicately around her ankle lifting her leg up and pressing his lips to her calf with a teasing smile as she writhed under his touch. 

“Really, all this time and you wanna tease me now?” 

Sam breathed a laugh against her skin, pressing more kisses along her leg, inching closer to her center painfully slow even for himself. 

“I’m savoring you,” he hummed. “Two very different things, your cute little scowl is just a bonus.”

"This cute little scowl is impatient," Lane cooed at him but her words were swallowed by a sharp gasp. 

Sam's tongue flickered out over Lane, already so wet and sweet. He couldn't stop himself as his hand roamed over her hip and pressed against her stomach. He peered up at her, drinking in how euphoric she had become under his touch. He worked in slow circles that drew the sweetest sounds from her lips as he quickened in pace, chasing the sounds of her pleasure.

Lane’s hands ground him in place, soft but firm as her hips moved in sync with his tongue. Her moans filling the room as she whispered his name over and over like a prayer as she chased her high. Sam felt her tense up beneath him before he fingers reached for his cheek, calling his attention to her. 

“Sam please, I need to feel you,” She panted and he smiled pressing a kiss to her thigh, “Come here handsome.”

Despite wanting to please her, Sam took his time, kissing his way back up her body, paying specific attention to each scar that littered her torso. A soft whine escaped her lips and her soft hands found his cheeks as she gently tried to pull him back to her. 

"So impatient," Sam whispered, ghosting his lips up her throat and capturing her with his before she could say anything, tangling their tongues together and letting her taste her sweetness. 

He settled himself between her legs and teased her entrance with the head of his cock, ignoring his own throbbing to take in more of her beautiful pleading sounds. He hoped to any god listening that they would have many more moments like this, just the two of them enjoying each other, but he also knew that life could be reckless and unpredictable, their scars telling that exact story to one another. It just made this moment with his girl all that more important to him. 

Lane's hand travelled down and cupped his ass, urging him forward, "Sammy," she breathed against his lips.

Nothing else mattered in that moment as he slipped into her entrance with a soft, silky thrust that melted their bodies together. She was so tight that it took him an moment to adjust, gently rocking his hips back and forth until she was a puddle of breathless moans and tiny huffs. His lips found hers again, needy and hungry for more. He wanted to be closer than ever before and he accomplished that mission with each thrust forward. 

"You're so beautiful," he hummed when he parted, cupping her face with his hand and admiring the soft freckles that danced across the bridge of her nose. Her lips partially open and her eyes searching his as they rocked together at a delicious pace chasing their high in unison.

His fingers danced along her skin trailing from her cheek down her side. Her scarred skin was soft and smooth under his touch while he mapped a constellation of scars on her side. Lane wriggled beneath him, her moans bringing a smile to his face. There were so many times that he felt an incredible pang in his chest with every moment he ached for her and now having her so close feeling the way her body molds to his, Sam wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to let her go after this. 

“Lanie,” he breathed, dipping his head and pressing soft chaste kisses along her collar bone to the spot on her neck that always makes her squirm. His hands traveled down her sides to the outside of her thighs, pulled her even closer and hiked her hips off of the bed in a new angle, one that dragged a delicious moan from her lips.

Lane's head lifted as she pressed a kiss to the scar on his collarbone, gasping into his skin as he thrust forward and hit her sensitive spot. A shiver of pleasure shot down his spine as she gripped his length tighter and fluttered around him, her orgasm growing within her. They're soft sounds echoed through his room as his pace became quick and needy, chasing their highs together. 

"Sammy," she whined, moving her hips in tandem with his, craving the same closeness that he was as her head fell back into his pillow and pressed backwards. 

The pressure grew deep within his stomach but Sam needed her to reach her climax first. He needed to give that to her, to feel her pleasure erupt around him.

Her nails dug into his skin as her breathing became ragged and her body tensed in his arms. He felt the cord snap within her as his name danced off her lips in a series of breathless moans that made him heavy dizzy with pride. 

"That's my girl, keeping going," he praised both verbally and physically as he picked up the pace, his rhythm growing sloppy as he chased her orgasm in search of his own.  Her lips on his skin was enough to drive him crazy as her cunt fluttered around him, dragging him inch for inch closer to the edge.

She felt like heaven around him, gripping his length and still fluttering. Warmth spread through his veins and pleasure curled around his lower back the further he pushed himself. Lane’s moans turned into soft whimpers as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, whispering soft praises as his hips snapped against hers, out of rhythm until it was too much. He felt her nails dig into his back, her legs hooked around his waist as he came. 

His hips slowed, rocking lazily as he trailed kisses along the inside of her neck.

Her fingers trailed up his spine and scraped into his scalp as she did her best to catch her breath. The overwhelming sense of comfort drifted over Sam as he kept his lips pressing into her skin, relishing in the moment of their bodies together. The sound of a hitch in her breath made him sit up slightly, catching her soft brown eyes with his own as he furrowed his brow. 

"Lanie, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asked, his hand coming up to cup her cheek gently. 

She shook her head with a ghost of a smile and placed her hand over his, "I just - I missed you so much, Sam" 

With a small breath of relief, Sam returned the smile, leaning his forehead down against hers and brushing their noses together, "I missed you too, Lanie. More than you know"

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Six Christmases Advent Calendar 2023 [December 8th]

Six Christmases Advent Calendar 2023 Masterlist

Summary: They had their first date on Christmas Day five years ago, and this year they’re planning something special to celebrate the anniversary. We get to know them as they prepare for Christmas and the anniversary, but something doesn’t go to plan.

Pairings/characters: Sam Wilson x reader (but not really), mention of Pepper Potts and Morgan Stark Warnings: Recovery from injury Words: 237

For @iguess-theyre-mymess

"You were very doting, that Christmas," Evelyn said, smiling playfully before digging into her hamburger, which had just been served.

Even though Sam had been pretty confident her ankle was just sprained, he had insisted on an x-ray just to be sure. It was a mild one, thankfully. But Evelyn was ordered to rest for a week, keep her foot elevated and ice it if necessary.

So close to Christmas, it hadn't been easy for her to obey, but Sam had insisted very very hard and she had caved. The very same evening they had gone skating they had planned on decorating the tree, so Sam had done that, following every order Evelyn gave him. He'd wrapped and delivered the last presents. He'd ironed his shirt and her dress for Christmas dinner at Pepper and Morgan's. He'd made breakfast, lunch and dinner. And he had snuggled the shit out of her the rest of the time, icing her ankle when the pain got too much.

Exactly a week later, like clockwork, Evelyn's ankle had been as good as new.

It had been a long day, but they'd finally crossed everyone off their gift-list. Sam had a small mission that took a couple of days, and Evelyn buried herself in work while he was gone. But as soon as he had come home and she had showered him with care for a few hours, they got to baking.

December 7th | Masterlist | December 9th

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Keeping Tabs

Sam Wilson x OFC

Prompt: "Anytime you wanna stop by the VA and make me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know."

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Okay so I truuuuuly can't remember the last time I wrote fic for the MCU. So take it easy on me haha. This is also my first fic for Sam! I was rewatching CAWS last night and when I heard him say that line at the beginning my mind instantly took off without me so here we are! Just a quick, fun little thing to get back into the Marvel swing of things.

MCU Taglist: @garbinge @winchestershiresauce (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

She’d been so busy updating the appointment log that she hadn’t even felt the curls that had fallen forward in front of her shoulders let alone heard him walk up to the front desk. Steve could see the intense focus on her face, and he cracked a small smile at it. He felt a little bad interrupting her.

Her eyes snapped up when she heard him clear his throat, growing wide when she saw who was standing on the other side of the desk giving her one of the most charming smiles she’d ever seen. He was still just as pretty even with the fading bruises on his face. “Sorry,” Steve said, “don’t mean to interrupt. I’m looking for someone.”

She nodded, scrambling to get her desk in order as though Captain America was visiting with the intention of running an inspection on her work station. “Y-yes. Yea. Um, sorry, who—who are you looking for?” She finally got herself situated, fingers at the ready above her keyboard so she could look up whoever it was that he said.

“What’s your name?” he asked with another smile.

She wished that it did anything to calm her down at all. “Annalee—you can call me Annie.”

“Hi, Annie.” He held his hand out for her to shake. “I’m Steve.”

“Yea,” she laughed as she shook his hand, sounding a little surer of herself now that the initial shock of it all was starting to wear off, “I know.”

He chuckled, nodding. “Right.”

“You said you were looking for someone?”

“Yea. Sam Wilson?”

Her face brightened up immediately. “Oh! Sam. Yea, hold on one second.”

She reached for the phone on her desk and dialed the number without having to look it up. She flashed Steve a smile as she held the receiver to her ear and waited for Sam to pick up on the other end of the line. Steve saw the way that she was tapping the end of her pen against the desk while she waited for Sam to answer. He leaned slightly against the front desk.

“Sam, hey,” she said when he answered the phone. “I’m good, I’m good. I’ve actually,” she chuckled, “I’ve got a visitor down here looking for you. You got a minute?” She paused for a second before she gave Steve a reassuring nod. “Great, we’ll be here. See you in a sec.” When she hung up the phone, she looked back over at Steve. “He’s on his way.”

“Thank you,” Steve said with a nod.

There was a quiet moment between them before she asked, “So, what does Captain America need to pay Sam a visit for?”

Steve chuckled at the way she phrased it. He shook his head, seeming so nonchalant. “I ran into him a few days ago. Just had a couple things I wanted to talk to him about.”

She had already been a little more curious about Sam than she cared to admit. The reasons for her curiosity before this had nothing to do with Captain America and everything to do with how Sam looked when he smiled and reached over the front desk to borrow pens from her. This was another interesting layer, though, one that she couldn’t pretend didn’t pique her interest. She didn’t hide it well but she wasn’t quite sure that she cared. “Oh really?”

He could see the way that she wanted to ask for more but was trying to hold herself back. Steve tried to play a little dumb and keep his amused expression under control. “Yea, he mentioned—”

“Hey, man,” Sam said, inadvertently cutting off their conversation as he half-jogged up to the front desk. “Everything alright?”

“Sam, hey, yea.” He reached and shook his hand for a moment before continuing. “I was just wondering if I could talk to you for a minute.”

Sam was trying to get a read on Steve’s face, his body language. No matter what it was, it wasn’t as though there was ever going to be a time when he didn’t make time for Captain America. He realized how long he’d been standing there saying nothing, and quickly recovered. “Yea,” he motioned for Steve to follow him, “I got an office just up the stairs.”

Steve nodded, still not looking bothered by much. “Great.” He turned back to the woman behind the desk, who was very intently watching the interaction between the two men on the other side of her desk. “Nice meeting you, Annie.”

She smiled. “You too, Steve.”

When the two of them reached Sam’s office, he shut the door behind them. “You know,” he said with a chuckle, “I only half meant it when I said the thing about the girl at the front desk.”

Steve smiled knowingly. “Figured it couldn’t hurt, but it doesn’t really seem like you need my help.” He paused, watching for Sam’s reaction. “She seems nice.”

“Annie, yea,” Sam said, his expression softer than he realized, “she’s, she’s cool.” Clearing his throat, he tried to get his composure back. “Anyway, did you actually stop by to talk about something? Or were you just trying to be my wingman?”

Steve laughed. “Little of both, actually.”

Annie heard them coming back down towards her front desk before she saw them. She couldn’t even try to venture a guess as to what the two of them had been talking about while they were up in Sam’s office. However, whatever the conversation had been, they were laughing between themselves now.

She looked down at the screen of her computer in a vain effort to not seem like she was listening and watching for them. It wasn’t until they got much closer to her desk that she looked up, flashing a warm smile at the both of them. She listened as the two of them said goodbye to each other, vague promises to get in touch soon about whatever it was that they had been talking about.

“Offer still stands,” Sam said as he shook Steve’s hand, “if you ever want to come to my group. We’d be more than happy to have you.”

Steve nodded, a polite smile on his face. “I’ll think about it.” He turned and faced Annie, smile still in place. “Thank you for your help, Annie.”

“If you ever need to track Sam down,” she said with a soft laugh, “I’m your girl.”

Steve’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he looked back and forth between the two of them. “Good to know.” He said one last quick goodbye to each of them before turning and heading for the door.

Sam lingered by the desk until Steve had completely exited the building. Once the door shut behind him, he leaned onto the desk, peering over the edge of it more dramatically than necessary as he looked at Annie and waited for her to look back at him instead of where Steve had just walked out.

“So, you’re his girl, huh?” Sam joked.

Annie rolled her eyes as she propped her elbows on the edge of her desk. Resting her chin on top of her interlocked fingers, she asked, “What, feeling a little jealous, Sam?”

He laughed, shaking his head like it was a ridiculous notion despite the fact that his face was heating up. “I know he’s Captain America and all, I just thought that we had something special.”

She arched one eyebrow. “Oh, did you?”

“You don’t?” He acted far more offended than he really was.

“Don’t worry, Sam,” she shook her head as the phone started to ring, “you’re still my favorite.” Reaching for the phone, she shot him one more smile. “Doesn’t matter how many super soldiers come through here.”

He was almost thankful that she had to answer the phone, because his mind was completely devoid of any coherent thoughts, let alone something that would make him sound as smooth as he wanted to come off. He forced himself to move, making his way back towards the stairs that led to his office. He could hear the sounds of various murmured conversations across the floor and on the staircase, but the only thing that he was really trying to tune into was the sound of Annie’s voice as she put the person on the phone in touch with whoever they had been calling for.

When Sam was coming back down the stairs at the end of the day, he was immediately looking over to see if Annie was still behind the desk or if she had already taken off for the night. He picked up his pace a little bit when he saw that she was grabbing her purse and her coat as she got ready to leave.

Just as she was stepping out from behind the desk, Sam popped up. She almost ran into him, not looking up as she fished around her purse for her keys. She let out a small laugh as she pushed her hair back out of her face.

“Hey.” She spotted the keys in his hand. “You taking off too?”

He nodded. “Yea.” He gestured and they both started walking towards the door. “You parked far? I can walk with you.” He saw the way a grin stretched across her face and he let out a laugh that he hoped didn’t convey the small shot of nervousness that went through him. “What?”

“No, no,” she adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder, “nothing. I’d,” she looked at him, giant grin still on her face, “I’d like that.”

Relief went through him. “Alright,” he held open the door for her, “lead the way, then.”

The two of them made small talk as they walked towards the lot where Annie’s car was parked. They chatted in broad strokes about their day, about whatever news they’d heard floating around the VA. When they hit a natural lull in the conversation, Annie figured there wasn’t going to be a better time to try and satiate her curiosity.

“So, can I ask what business you have with Captain America?” She chuckled. “Or is that classified?”

Sam laughed—if she only knew the half of it all. He looked over at her and gave a shake of his head, trying to play it all off to be a much smaller deal than any of it really was. “He’s just got some stuff going on with an old friend. Wanted some advice.”

“And he came to you?” she said, a joking lilt to her voice.

His scoff turned into a laugh. “Don’t gotta sound so surprised about it.”

She rested her hand on the outside of his arm for a moment. “I’m not! I’m not.”

“Trying to convince me or convince yourself?” he asked, arching one eyebrow.

She laughed, and for a second Sam forgot about all the mess of the weeks before. She leaned, bumping her shoulder against his as they walked. “I’m not trying to convince anyone.” She paused, her expression sobering up a bit. “Steve, all those people who come to your groups, they need someone in their corner. They’re lucky to have you.” She paused again and waited for him to look over at her. “I mean it.”

Sam nodded, not quite comfortable with the feeling of praise but he wasn’t totally adverse to it either. It was hard to shy away from it when she seemed so genuine about it. It was hard to shy away from it when really, she was someone that he hoped had a few good thoughts about him every now and then.

“Thank you,” he finally managed, with more effort than it should’ve taken.

Annie saw the entire internal conflict go across his facial features in real time. Rather than piling onto it, she spun her keys around her finger and said, “Thank you for walking me to my car.” She hit the unlock button and the car’s headlights flashed once.

“Anytime you want company, come track me down. You know,” he smirked, “since that’s apparently your thing now.”

“Psh,” she laughed as she walked to the driver’s door of her car, “it’s always been my thing.”

“Keeping tabs on me?” he asked with a smile.

She pulled the car door open, “Trying to, at least.”

“You think that maybe,” he leaned against the opposite side of her car, “giving me your number might make that a little easier?”

She braced herself against her car the same way that he was, mirroring him with a grin. “Really think I’d be doing myself a favor with that?”

“Can’t make things worse, right?”

She laughed. “Thrilling endorsement. How am I supposed to say no?” She held her hand out. “Toss me your phone.”

Any attempt to seem collected and cool about it flew out the window. Sam immediately reached into his pocket and tossed his cell phone over to her so she could put her number in. There was a grin tugging at her lips as she added herself to his contacts. She tossed the phone back to him, trying not to laugh when he almost dropped it completely.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked when he recovered.

He nodded. “That’s the plan.” He lightly tapped on the frame of her car. “Get home safe.”

“You too,” she said with a smile before finally sliding into the driver’s seat.

Sam turned and started to walk back in the direction where his car was parked. He didn’t even make it to the end of the block before pulling his phone back out and scrolling to find Annie’s name in his contacts.

He typed out a message and hit send before he could talk himself out of it. “Hey, it’s Sam”

He’d hardly put the phone back away when it chimed with a response. Checking the notification, he couldn’t help but to laugh and shake his head. “Took you long enough”

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[avengerscompound]

The Tower: One Shots

Requests for Tower One Shots are Open

I am opening up to requests for stories related to the Tower.  These requests can be smutty or not.  Think things like missing scenes (eg; Bruce asking Elly to have a baby with him, Elly’s first mission), smut pairings you would like to see (eg: Bucky/Clint/Natasha/Elly, Tony/Natasha/Elly), smut stories involving specific kinks or focuses (eg: an orgy where the focus is on Wanda, Elly, Bruce and come play), or Stories that I have written from other character's points of view.

Rules:

Elly needs to be involved in some way.  If she’s not there, they need to be dealing with something related to her.

No smut that doesn’t involve Elly

No D*ddy/M*mmy kink

I don’t think I should specify this but no noncon (some things that might be considered dub-con in certain situations like somnophillia or sex while drunk are okay, but the consent will be given before the event so it’s not dubious). 

No Hulk-related smut (I’m okay with the idea that the Hulk has sex, but I can’t write it sorry).

No Tower AU requests (for example; I’m not writing what if Carol Danvers or Matt Murdock were part of the group)

I might write smut involving extra people if it fits the canon of the Tower story.  (For example, I have said Elly’s first lover outside the sex-vengers was Brunnhilde, and that she sees Loki as a family member, try and think who and how others might fit based on that.)

How to make requests:

Tumblr: Sending an Ask is best because I won’t lose them.  DM is okay, as is replying to the One Shot master list as a comment.

AO3: Reply to the One-Shot fic as a comment (preferably on chapter one)

Wattpad: reply to the one-shot fic (preferably on chapter one), send a message, or ask via my profile conversations

One Shot Masterlist

Spa Day -  Wanda, Natasha, and Elly spend the day at a spa, and come back in a very playful mood.

The Burden of Guilt -  Bucky wakes in the middle of the night from a nightmare about killing Tony’s parents.  Elise takes him to address the problem head-on.

Under the Table - It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Birthday Treats -  Bucky and Tony distract Elly before her special birthday breakfast and let her call all the shots.

The Science Conference -  Tony and Bruce attend a Science Conference to support Elise.  After her lecture they have their very own private conference.

Steve’s Special Day -  Steve and Elly spend the day together and Steve comes to a realization.

The Phone Call -  When Clint continues to bug Elly at work, she takes him up to Steve’s office to play a game.

Wanda’s Test -  Wanda, Natasha, and Elise have a very special girl’s night, where Wanda is the sole focus of attention.

New Parents -  The sex-vengers have to adapt to being parents of newborns.

A Banner Baby  -  When the group agree that one more baby would be a welcome addition to their very large family, Elise finds out what it’s like to be pregnant with a Hulk.

Loss and Grief - The group loses Rhodey and has to come to terms with the fact they will outlive all their friends.

Starting Without Us -  Bruce and Elly come to bed to find the rest of the group has started something without them.

The King and I -  After a long day on the throne, Thor and Elly take time to relax with each other

Loki -  Elly reminisces about Loki’s first introductions to each of the groups children, then the god of mischief gives her some needed alone time with Thor.

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[rain-lavender-rain]

Rose Colored Love -- Chapter 3

Chapter 3- Louisiana

Warnings: descriptions of violence, wounds, cussing, female main character.

Word Count- ~1.4

Chapter Summary: Rose agrees to help Sam. But, who is Frank, and what does Sam think he's doing bringing Rose to Louisiana, where mosquitos are as abundant as birds?!

Sam couldn't say for sure what he was expecting from the conversation, but he wasn't expecting it to be that easy. He recognized the lick of fire in Rose's eyes though. She was determined, that much the man could tell. He just hoped she wouldn't spiral, wouldn't regret it later, wouldn't get hurt.

It was relatively easy for Rose to pack up her stuff and leave, locking the cabin door behind her and jumping into Sam's truck. Once he got to the end of the drive, she asked him to stop.

"Stop the truck. I'll be right back." She said, jumping out and jogging over to the other home that sat on the edge of the property.

Rose knew her neighbor would be awake by now. He was an early riser too, already sitting on the porch drinking a cup of coffee.

"Hey Charles!"

Charles smiled back at the young woman.

"Thought that was Wilson's truck coming down the drive earlier. You leaving darlin'?" He asked with the southern drawl coming out to greet her.

"Yeah, you know how it is. Duty calls." She answered with a soft smile. "You can still call if you need anything."

Charles shook his head and set down his cup of coffee, getting up slowly. He was older, kind, didn't ask too many questions, but was understanding just the same. Plus, Rose adored him.

She walked towards the older man, and gently hugged him. He returned the hug, but not without scolding her.

"Don't be getting too soft and sentimental on me, Viano!" Charles said. He was one of the few people who could get away with calling Rose by her last name nowadays.

"Never!" Rose replied back with a smile. "Promise you won't get into too much trouble while I'm gone." she joked.

"Well, can't make a promise I know I won't keep." he said with a fond smile.

Rose chuckled and gave him one more hug before stepping off the porch.

"I'll be back soon."

"You better be! And if Wilson gives you too hard of a time, you have my full support and permission to kick his ass!"

Rose faked a salute, and laughed as she got back into Sam's truck, both of them waving at Charles as they left.

Soon after Sam pulled out from the drive, Rose fell asleep, using her jacket as a pillow against the door. The only noise was the ambience of the truck rolling down the road as muffled country music played at a low volume.

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"We're here." he said softly, grabbing her bags before she could say anything about it.

The girls feet hit the ground and she shot him a glare. Sam knew it bothered her whenever he tried to do something nice, as Rose liked to be independent, so he just put on a smirk.

"Where-" Rose stopped in her tracks and looked around, letting out a groan, the humidity already hitting her lungs as soon as she inhaled.

"Please don't tell me you've set up shop in Louisiana for this, Sam." She said, following him inside.

Sam laughed, amused at her rather negative reaction before throwing a bottle of bug spray at Rose. She had half the mind to chuck it right back at him, but settled for a glare instead.

"Of course I did. It's away from Sarah and the kids, but close enough that I can help them out if need be. Plus, this house is off the books." He responded simply.

"And, please, use the bug spray this time. Don't need you scratching away like last time, like a dog with fleas."

Rose didn't feel like responding to his antics, instead following him inside the front door of the small house. It was more like a cottage mixed with a cabin. Not huge, but not small either. It was one floor with a decent sized kitchen and living room connected to each other, with bedrooms and bathrooms down the hall.

"Your room is this one." Sam said, walking into Rose's new room to set her bags down. He came back into the kitchen and spotted the girl opening up the file that was sitting on the barstool countertop. Her eyes flickering over the words.

Silently, or as silently as Sam could, he tried to let her read everything that was in the file, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge while he waited.

Her eyes closed for moment before she spoke, the shock and disbelief clouding the features of Rose's face.

"I'm sorry Sam, but this is ridiculous... Impossible. I don't even understand why in the world someone would sign his name on these documents."

She started to get upset, getting up from the chair she had sat in moments before. Sam, the empath as always, knew she was probably about to explode.

"He's dead, Sam. Dead." The anger started to rise and her voice got louder, showing the ugly feelings that were bursting from inside.

"He's dead." She said again, walking towards him.

"And the fact that anyone would ever think for a second that somehow I would be connected to- to that name on those papers- after what he did? That sick traitor? It's absolutely disgusting, and you of all people should know that."

Rose stood in front of Sam now, fists clenched, anger rolling off in brutal waves.

Sam's eyes softened, heart breaking all over again. He could still see it in his mind- Rose laying in the warehouse broken and bleeding after her partner betrayed her; after Sam and Riley had gone against direct orders to get Rose back.

"I know it wasn't you who signed those papers, Rose. But, we have to figure out who it was."

She stepped back, and slammed her hands against the counter. Her voice softening before speaking again.

"It wasn't me, Sam. I was beaten within an inch of my life by Frank." Rose grimaced. Saying his name still made her want to throw up.

Sam nodded, knowing she was right, but didn't want to interrupt her. It was something he was good at- listening, and sometimes, he knew that's what his friend needed the most.

"Beaten because of what I did- because what I was doing was the right thing do to. I betrayed him, because what he was doing was wrong. And before you tell me that it wasn't my fault, listen."

The girl's voice filled with shame, heartbreak, and guilt.

"I blame myself. If I had just trusted you. Decided not to be so stubborn; listened to you instead of getting upset, I never would have been paired with Frank. None of it would have ever happened." she said.

"If he's somehow still out there- I want to be there to take him out, make sure he's actually dead. I want to be the one to do it so I can make sure that low life piece of shit is gone." Her voice was steady, almost eerily calm by the end.

Sam had nothing else he could say in the moment. He knew it would never be enough. The man blamed himself too from time to time, angry that he ever let a fight between the two of them get so bad that she wasn't his partner for the short amount of time. But, he also knew the importance of forgiveness, towards himself, and towards others, and how important it was to try to move on from the past.

Before Sam could speak, another presence entered the room, making close to zero noise. He sat the piece of paper in his hands down on the counter between the two friends.

The sheet contained a circle underneath the bulk of all the letters and numbers that covered it. The words stared up at the people reading it.

"Shipment Notice -- Location: VENICE, LOUISIANA, CYPRESS COVE -- Time: 21:00."

Rose and Sam looked at the paper, and then back at the man who's face held a look that was rather unreadable.

"Hey Rose." he said, seemingly unbothered by the conversation that took place in the kitchen.

She met his blue eyes, as the tiniest smile came to reveal itself.

"Hey Buck."

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[namedafteraprincess]

somethin' about you

pairing: Sam Wilson x Mya (original character)

warnings: none, pure Sam Wilson fluff

word count: 2.2k

Sam sighed deeply and sat down on the edge of the boat, stretching his leg out in front of him to keep himself steady, and taking a large swig out of his beer. Bucky and him had been working on the boat all day, with the help of their community and Sarah, of course. It had turned into more of a street party but that's what happens when communities come together, and Sam loved every moment of it. As the sunset over the harbour, he finally allowed himself to rest. He took a moment to take in everything that had led to this moment. This moment of being at home and content with his world. Sam couldn't help but smile to himself.

"Hey! This is your boat, why am I doing all the work?" Bucky questioned jokingly, as he shoved Sam's foot off the edge back into the boat and sat in its place.

Bucky's words pulled Sam back to the present and he scoffed, "Man I did just as much work as you did today, without the super soldier strength."

Bucky rolled his eyes and took a long swig of his beer.

"Will you two stop bickering! I swear you're like an old married couple" She laughed, as she wrote something on her clipboard and yelled at her boys for running to close to the edge of the dock. Sarah loved having Sam and Bucky here to help but sometimes it felt like she had four kids to look after when the two of them got into it. "Sam, someone's here to see you..." She winked, before walking away. Sam frowned and stood up, he never trusted when his sister winked at him like that.

"Bye Sarah" Bucky called after her with a grin on his face, glancing over at Sam just in time to see him scowl.

"Don't flirt with my sister." He said in his 'Captain America' voice, as his nephews called it. 

Bucky laughed and shot him a cocky grin. He was about to say something back before his eyes flicked from Sam to someone behind him.

She approached the boat slowly, hands clasped in front of her nervously, and as her dark brown eyes landed on Sam, a small nervous smile crept onto her plump pink lips. She took a deep breath, and casually swiped a hand through her long, dark hair. "Hi Sammy..."

Sam's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening a little in shock. That voice. Her voice. A voice he hadn't heard in years. Since he had left for the air force. He starred at Bucky for just a second before slowly turning around. His eyes locked in with hers, "Mya..." He breathed.

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June, 1996

Mya giggled and reached over, nudging his arm gently, "Will you relax! We'll be fine" She smiled sweetly at him. "They're just trying to scare us! It's why we've been sitting here for so long."

Sam exhaled and looked over at Mya. This was not what he planned for their last hangout. It was going to be their last official hangout just the two of them before going their separate ways and Sam just wanted it to be perfect. He shook his head and let out a breathy laugh. He didn't know how long he had been staring at the beautiful girl sitting next to him, but he knew couldn't help it. The way the blue and red lights of the police cars reflected in her eyes made him realize just how much he cared about this girl.

"I know, you're right. But my dad's going to kill me if he finds out about this... If there's anything left of me after your mom kills me... I just wanted a perfect night with you."

"Sammie it was perfect! Maybe sitting in the back of a cop car wasn't exactly what we had planned but think of the story we're writing right now!" She leaned her head over onto his shoulder and smirked up at him.

Sam shook his head again and glanced his eyes down at her, "Everything is a story to you..." He replied with a smirk. "Not everything has to be a story moment, you know."

"Yes, I know that, but everything is! Plus, when I'm a doctor, I'm going to have to be all professional and grown up! I need fun wild stories from my youth to keep close to me. You bring out those moments!" She grinned. "And you know what would make this story moment even better... If we got out and ran away" Mya giggled, looking back at Sam. "Come on! Why are you being so serious tonight, Wilson? You usually love our story moments"

"I'm sorry Mya, I do love your story moments. There's just a lot on my mind," He sighed and hung his head. "I leave in a few days and I'm... scared. I just wanted to make the most of our time" Sam confessed quietly.

Mya took a deep breath, and looked at Sam. She knew it was more than that. Sam sometimes forgot that the two of them had known each other since they were 4 years old, and she knew him better than anyone.

"Sammie... We'll be fine. I promise."

"How do you know that?"

"Because it's us! It's been us forever and it will always be us. Nothing has torn us apart yet and nothing will."

Just as Sam was about to reply, the officers opened the doors and told them they were free to go. When they got back to Sam's, he rounded the truck and opened Mya's door for her. She took a deep breath and looked up at him as she got out of the truck. Before Sam could say goodbye, Mya wrapped him in a tight hug.

"You are going to do incredible things. And I will be cheering you on the whole way." She pulled back and offered him a small smile, "Don't forget about me, Wilson." Mya whispered, placing a light kiss on his cheek before letting him go and jogging off down the street towards her house.

That was the last time the two of them had seen each other. They wrote a few times while Sam was away and Mya was in college, but life happened and both moved through different pathways, each of them going headfirst into their careers. Never forgetting about each other though,  and hoping they'd meet again someday.

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"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, climbing up onto the dock and engulfing Mya in a big hug, lifting her off the ground. "It's good to see you! I thought you were living in Manhattan."

"I was!" She giggled, as she was set back on the ground. "But my apartment building was kind of destroyed by an alien army, so I moved back home. Plus, the hospital here was understaffed and I wanted to help."

"That's incredible. I always knew you'd take over this place."

"Coming from Captain America, I'd say that's a pretty big compliment." She teased.

Bucky cleared his throat from beside them, causing Sam to roll his eyes, "Mya, this is my friend Bucky..."

Mya turned to Bucky and offered him a smile, "It's very nice to meet you, Bucky"

Bucky climbed onto the dock with a smirk on his face and extended his hand, "Hi Mya."

Sam pointed at Bucky, "No!" He turned back to Mya and smiled, nodding down the street, "Let's go for a drink."

"Bye Bucky" Mya giggled, giving him a little wave as she dramatically turned and followed Sam down the street.

Bucky laughed, scrunching up his nose, and shook his head a little before going off to play with Sam's nephews. He had never seen Sam smile that big before and there were definitely some details he would have to get out of Sarah so that he knew how to tease him about it later.

Sam folded his hands nervously in front of him and took a deep breath. This was the first time he had felt scared of something in a long time. But it was Mya. His first and closest friend. And his first love. This wasn't just any reunion; this was something he had been anticipating since coming back home but hadn't gotten the courage to call her. 

The two of them sat at a little bar for and caught up on everything they had missed in each other's lives. It was calm and natural, just like no time had passed. They were right back to their old ways, teasing each other and bringing up old memories to fill the time. After a while the two of them made their way back out into the fresh air, walking back to the boat along the water.

"Wow, a pediatrician with your own practise! That's incredible. I knew you were going to do big things Mya," Sam smiled softly, gently nudging her shoulder.

Mya chuckled, "Thanks Sam. I used to treat your nephews you know. Sarah said she didn't want to trust anyone else with them." She smiled and nudged him back. "What about you, Mr. Captain America himself! That's pretty amazing!"

Sam jumped down onto the boat and held his hand out, helping Mya down before making their way to the port side of the boat to look out at the water.

"Oh no! I'm just Sam around here," He replied, smiling up at the sky and taking a deep breath. "I uh, I meant to call you when I came back to town. Sarah had told me that you were back living here and kept bugging me to call you..."

"Why didn't you?"

Sam cleared his throat and shook his head a little, "I couldn't..." He all but whispered. "I was... scared, I guess. Seeing you again was something I had thought about a lot, but when it came to actually taking that step, I just..."

"So Captain America, too scared to call an old friend" Mya smirked over at him.

Sam let out a breathy laugh and shook his head, turning to meet Mya's brown eyes, "Sam Wilson... too scared to call the girl he's been in love with since he was 14..." He said quietly.

Mya kept her eyes on Sam, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes, "What?" She whispered, biting the inside of her cheek.

For a moment, Sam wished he could take that back. He had just reconnected with one of the most important people in his life and here he was about to mess it all up. But in that moment, he couldn't help himself. It was meant to be a joke, but Sam very much meant it. Sure, he had dated here and there when he had the time, but nothing ever stuck and he didn't know why until he saw her, standing there on the dock in front of him again. It was her. It's always been her.

"I should have told you the day I left town, but back then I was so worried about ruining our friendship that I kept it to myself." He shrugged. "With everything that's happened the past few years, it's taught me that life is to unpredictable and short to hold things back because of fear..."

Sam reached forward and gently brushed her fingers with his, keeping his eyes focused on hers.

A small smile started to creep onto Mya's lips, as her eyes scanned Sam's face. These were words she had been dreaming about hearing from him since they were teenagers, and finally there it was, out in the open, where they should have been all along. "Are you going to kiss me or not?"

With that, Sam closed the gap between them, placing his hands on either side of Mya's face and pressed his lips to hers. Mya's hands started on Sam's biceps and snaked their way up around his neck. She went onto her toes and deepened the kiss. Butterflies exploded in her stomach as Sam's tongue ran along her bottom lip. His hands moved down and gripped her waist tightly. She moved back just enough to whisper, "I love you too" moving her lips back to his.

Mya broke the kiss, and sucked in a deep breath "Look, I just want you to know that there are no expectations here. I know you have a life and the captain America gig... There were a lot of confessions and emotions that came out tonight, but I want you to know that I understand your position and I don't want to get in the way of..."

"Woah, woah Mya stop. Yes, being Captain America is a lot and I will probably be away a lot. But there is no way I am letting you go again. Not ever. There will be a lot here to figure out, for both of us..." Sam chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her into him. "But one phone call. One text message. And I am here. Whenever you need me, for whatever reason, I will come back for you. Always." Sam whispered as he rested his forehead against Mya's.

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Broken Wings || Pt.5

Sam Wilson x OFC Ada Marks

Summary: A 6-8 part mini series following OC Ada Marks as she rekindles a relationship with Sam but can they really get past their long history for a fresh start or is it better to just let go. Set after FATWS with Bucky and Sam being friends. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, violence, warfare, sexual themes. || Series Masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 ||

Afghanistan, 2013

“I don’t like this,” I said for the third time as Sam and Riley worked quickly to pack up the camp we had set up. “We should go together.”

Riley sighed to himself but wouldn’t say anything because it wasn’t in his nature to go against an order despite hating when we were separated too. “How long until they get here?” 

“Chopper will be here in an hour,” Sam said as he sat on my rucksack so I could zip the overfull bag closed. “You and I fly in at 2300.”

“What about me?” I rose with my hands on my hips.

“We have been over this babe, two of us going in is already a risk,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ll be on standby, Ada.”

I wasn’t happy with the strategy but arguing would get me nowhere, but I would damn well make sure I was ready and waiting should one of them need me. 

I rolled up my mattress and tied it up with twine before tossing it out of the tent and onto the growing pile of belongings. My uniform was the only thing left unpacked but I wouldn’t change into it until the tent was dismantled. Taking it down would break a sweat and the last thing I wanted was to sit in damp clothes on an hour long flight back to base. 

“Incoming,” Riley announced as he heard the chopper blades while we were rolling the last of the canvas tent up tight. 

We quickly shoved the tent into its travel sack and covered our eyes as our transport arrived, kicking up dust in its wake. Two fairly new soldiers jumped out and helped us pack the chopper with our bags before we strapped in and we were off. The desert terrain fell away as we climbed higher and higher and the peace I had felt camping with my boyfriends fell away with it. 

“We’re home,” Riley said as he shook my shoulder and woke me up. 

I rubbed my eyes and tried to lift my head off Sam’s shoulder but his head was heavy on top of mine and I nudged his side so he would wake up. He lifted his head and looked around, forgetting for a moment where we were before stretching and waiting for the skids to touch down.

“58th in the house!” A loud voice called out over the sounds of the engine turning off and we all smiled at the 48th Rescue Squadron leader. 

“You know how it is, Fischer, call in the big guns when shit gets real,” Sam joked as he pulled him into a hug and clapped each other on the back.

“Only until they share your tech with the rest of us,” Staff Sergeant Ian Fischer retorted with a laugh. “Go on, everyone’s in the bullring.”

I gave Ian a hug and Riley shook his hand as we walked past on our way to the building that Sam was already disappearing into. Riley slung his arm over my shoulder as he caught up and I felt the pre-mission jitters and excitement begin to build. I had no idea that just 12 hours later my world would come crashing down.

“Alright, Falcon and Eagle, you have Starling for backup but we want to get in and out under the radar so the less Exo-7s out and about the better.” 

We all nodded as we stepped into the straps of our suits and began the quite lengthy task of securing our jet propulsion wings to our backs. We checked each other’s buckles to make sure they were snug before stepping out into the cool evening air. I pushed my ear comms deeper into my ear to make sure it wouldn’t fall loose when I flew and checked that everyone could hear each other as well as command central. 

We reached the clearing where our take off point was and I stood between Sam and Riley, holding one of their hands each in mine. We had seven years of pararescue missions under our belts, four of those with the Exo-7 wings. It still never made this moment any easier. 

“These things we do,” Sam said as he squeezed my hand.

“So others may live,” Riley followed.

“58th until the end.” 

We never said I love you. We never said goodbye. It was an unspoken rule that had never been broken. We stepped away from each other and expanded our wings before engaging the jets and taking to the skies. Two yellow dots were blipping in my helmet and those would be the two lights that guided me home, Falcon and Eagle. 

"The target is 8.6 miles northeast of Dabay. Uploading coordinates now,” Air command notified us through our comms before a red dot was added to the map in my helmet. 

"Eagle, take the right flank. Starling, stay out of range behind us."

We followed Sam's direction and I broke away as we reached the mountains that crashed steeply into the valley where Khandil was in hiding. I watched as Riley barrel rolled to the right and they both dove down into the dark depths and out of my sight. The air was still as I hovered in place ready for any sign of trouble but there didn't seem to be any. I was beginning to think the intel was wrong as their positioning beacons showed they had landed in the enemies territory unscathed. 

Suddenly machine guns fired in rapid succession and I heard Sam call out to Riley as he located Khandil. Their beacons moved hastily around my helmet as they manoeuvred their way about of the valley they were trapped in and Sam confirmed he had Khandil in his custody. Unable to remain in position any longer, I set my thrusters to full speed and raced over the terrain to reach Sam and Riley. 

Bullets hit my wings as I swooped at the insurgents and took some of the heat away from my men before I saw an alert for a missile heading straight for me and I tucked my wings in close, dropping from the sky. I felt the heat of the explosion above me and looked up to find Riley had protected me from the shrapnel and other projectiles. Opening my wings wide I blew a thank you kiss to Riley before heading back to Sam.

"Starling, get out of here," Sam called out as I reached him. "Eagle, let's go!"

We both looked back as we banked sharply to avoid an RPG heading towards us and I turned to see another RPG coming from behind.

“RILEY!”

Time slowed as the horror unfolded before our eyes. He had a 50/50 chance of banking left or right to dodge the RPG that passed us but he chose wrong. His right wing curled in and he turned right into the second RPG that was coming up behind him. Fire and flames engulfed him and there was nothing that I could do as he disappeared in the explosion. 

Fury flooded me as I looked down at the men scattered around the valley walls, from here they looked like ants and those ants took Riley from me. Sam was calling out to me, ordering me to leave but I couldn’t just let them get away with what they did. I pulled the comms piece out of my ear and dropped it as I tucked my wings in and plummeted from the sky. 

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The drive from York to Washington DC was quiet. The only voice that broke the silence was Riley as he pressed his nose to the window and watched the scenery pass us by, questions flowing from his lips quicker than the water of the Potomac River Sam drove along. Trying to ask him to have quiet time was futile and I had given up by the time we crossed that state line into Maryland, opting to try to sleep instead.

“Mr Wilson?” Riley asked as he leant into the middle of the seat and found Sam looking at him in the small mirror.

“Come on little man, call me Sam.” He smiled. “What’s up?”

“What was my dad like?” 

I fought the urge to open my eyes and kept my head on my rolled up hoodie that was doubling as a pillow for the drive. 

“Shouldn’t you be asking your mom about him?” Sam was obviously uncomfortable with the question and you heard the leather seats creak with his shuffle of movements.

“I think it makes her sad when I ask.” 

Sam’s sigh was barely audible but you knew he did it. “He was brave and kind and always put everyone else first. He was like you, protective of your mom.”

Riley chewed his lip and returned to looking out his window before gasping with fright. I bolted upright and leant across the seat to look out his window and spotted a man flying towards us with a rudimentary version of a wingsuit. 

Grabbing Riley, I tucked him under my arms and slipped a pair of control gloves over my hands to activate my wingsuit that was in the cargo hold.

“We’ve got company,” I growled as I noticed another man out my window and grabbed my son’s face. “Stay low, Ry. Hear me? Just stay low.”

“Ada, what are you-”

I pinned Sam with a stare through the rearview mirror and interrupted him, “What I have to, get Riley out of here.” 

Wind whipped around the car as I opened the door and dove out, Riley and Sam’s shouts sounding behind me. The back of the car exploded as my wingsuit tore through the metal and erupted out of it before they slammed into my back and saved me from hitting the asphalt road. 

The thruster kicked in almost immediately and I was thrown forward with the power much stronger than the previous marks had been able to pull. I almost screamed in exhilaration but it was the fear of my son that kept me focused on the two targets I had my eyes on.

It was mere seconds later that I was swooping past the car and the men with the inferior suits were too slow to avoid my sharp blades that slashed through their own wings before they could draw their weapons. One crashed heavily into the highway and came to a rest unmoving but the other managed to crash into the grass verge and lifted his weapon towards Sam’s car, at my son. 

I could never make it there in time but my wingsuit could. There was no time to think about myself as I flicked my wrist and fell from the sky as my suit disappeared from my back. A scream of pain tore from my lips as I landed badly on my already sore leg, my skin shredding along the road as I rolled but it was all secondary to the relief I felt as the wings wrapped around the back of the car, protecting its occupants from the bullets. 

The harsh sound of metal dragging across the ground had me look away from where Riley was safe and I found the man who had attacked up aiming his gun at me. It wasn’t the first time I had stared down a barrel but it was not something that ever got any easier and I felt the blood rushing in my ears as my heart raced. I didn’t want to die but I couldn’t risk bringing the wingsuit back and leaving Riley unprotected, he was my world. 

��My boss wants you alive so he can kill you himself,” the man spoke in Pashto. 

“Khandil can kiss my ass,” I spat back and jutted my chin to the road behind him. “If he wants me, he’s going to have to go through that.”

The man’s eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder and saw Sam throw his vibranium shield. The metal crashed into his back, breaking the wingsuit he wore and throwing him off balance and off aim, right into my fist that rendered him an unconscious mess on the asphalt. 

“I told you to look after Riley!”

“I wasn’t going to leave you, again,” Sam said as his voice broke and he scooped me up as gently as he could. There was no stopping the memories that assaulted me as I inhaled the woody scent of his cologne and my head found its way into the curve where his strong shoulders met his neck. It was a place that always felt like home, and it still did.

“You really outdid yourself,” he said with a rather disbelieving chuckle as he reached the car and you closed the wingsuit up with a swish of your hand. “It’s like you’re trying to one up me.”

I barked a laugh as he slipped me onto the backseat beside a worried Riley who I immediately wrapped in my arms as I cocked an eyebrow at Sam. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? Nothing can outdo that costume of yours.”

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[misschris1412]

Aurore Williams : Emily Bett Rickards

#emily bett rickards #marvel x oc #fanfiction marvel #james bucky buchanan barnes #sam wilson #falcon and winter solider series #anthonie mackie #Sebastian Stan #Winter Soldier #white wolf #hackeuse #sword marvel #james barnes fanfiction #sam wilson fanfiction #Sam Wilson x oc #Bucky Barnes x oc

[detectiveruebennett]

The Stars Write Back

"Love of my life, don't leave me."

— love of my life • queen

pairing: sam wilson x starr viriano (black!oc)

genre: angst

word count: 264

His eyes glossed over with silver tears. Pouring rain seeped against his damp skin and dripped down onto his neck.��It was a warm summer night, but Sam had never felt so cold.

It wrapped around his bones and froze his blood into slush in his veins. The absence of someone was more frozen than any weather change. 

He could still see her eyes in his mind—as navy as the starry sky and as devastatingly beautiful as his cracking heart. 

Her last words had been an “I love you.” Spoken through him instead of to him, but he’d taken them for himself anyway. 

A sob tore through his lips at the loneliness of the loss; the sheer tragedy of having a part of himself fade away before he could indeed find the words to express how deeply she could thread herself into his reality. 

Because to anyone else, she was a simple collection of words—a spill of black ink, a vessel to a writer’s fingertips, one last page left turned. But to Sam, at that moment, she was everything.

She was Sam's warmth—the temporary tape to his broken smiles and the laughter filling his sagging lungs. She was the hand that reached into the hole around him, pulling him out quickly without thinking of herself. 

She’d saved Sam from himself and his empty, chaotic mind. And yet, here he was, standing in the rain alone with nothing but a silver chain in his grasp. Because, in the end, he had to love her all alone.

And that was the coldest truth of it all.

#black oc #sam wilson #marvel cinematic universe #ofblckwriters #sam wilson x oc

[confusednerddownthestreet]

Who I write for - Part 2

For character x fem!OC

Marvel

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Loki Friggason

Tony Stark*

Peter Parker

Clint Barton*

Sam Wilson

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Castiel Novak

Bobby Singer*

Fallen

Daniel Grigori

Cam Briel

Notes

* - I will only write these characters in a platonic role (sibling, parent, best friend, etc)

I mostly write for Marvel.

This list will more than likely expand in the future.

If you would like for me to write for a character not on this list, then ask me about it and I will think about it or we can discuss it.

I reserve the right to decline or ignore any request for any and all reasons.

As always - I am eternally confused. Thankyou!!

#marvel x oc #bucky x oc #steve rogers x oc #tony stark x oc #sam wilson x oc #clint barton x oc #peter parker x oc #supernatural x oc #sam winchester x oc #dean winchester x oc #castiel x oc #bobby singer x oc #fallen x oc #cam briel x oc #daniel grigori x oc

[thesugarclubs-blog]

Take The Chance - Sam Wilson x OC

warnings: post-TFATWS Sam Wilson, strangers to lovers, first date vibes, pure fluff

word count: 8.8k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1305965217-take-the-chance-talia

authors note: every month for 2023 we've decided to give ourselves a challenge; this month being Sam Wilson. For many of us, this is our first time writing him, so please be kind! We hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it! 💙

Masterlist

“We’re home!” Sarah called into the house, as AJ ran around her through the door and straight up the stairs. “Clean your room! Do not go bug your brother!” She called after him, closing the door. 

Sam laughed as he rounded the corner from the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the archway. He had come back to stay with Sarah and the boys for a while on his downtime to help her out where he could. It was his favorite place to be aside from up in the sky. Being home, surrounded by his community and the ones he loved always reminded him what exactly it was that he was fighting for. 

“So, how much trouble is he in?” He quipped, smirking at his sister. 

Sarah shook her head and sighed, “Surprisingly none, his teacher said he’s doing great this year. Even read me one of his creative writing assignments, which sounded suspiciously like a story about Captain America” She laughed. 

Uncrossing his arms, Sam held his hands up in defense, “Whatever he told you, I didn’t help him write it - I just, you know, gave him some pointers! The rest was all him.” 

“Whatever you did earned him a B minus, so I guess I owe you a thank you,” Sarah rolled her eyes as she pushed past her brother. “I ran into Talia on our way out of the school…” 

“Don’t start this again, Sarah,” Sam warned. 

She spun around and crossed her arms over her chest, “And don’t you use your Captain America voice on me! I’m just saying, I’ve known her for years and I think you two would get along” 

Deep in his heart, Sam knew that his sister meant well, but after everything that had gone on with the flag smashers, he didn’t want to put someone else's life in danger just because they knew him. He wouldn’t risk it. 

Sam shook his head and sucked in a deep breath, “And I’m just saying, I’m good. I’m happy. Can we drop it now?” 

“You need a life outside of being Cap, Sam,” Sarah murmured softly as Sam wordlessly followed his sister back into the kitchen. They worked around each other, Sam prepping whatever Sarah passed him from the pantry ready for dinner as she made a grocery list, and he thought about how to respond.

“I have a life outside of that, here. With my family. And Bucky, when he’s up for being sociable.” 

Sarah side-eyed him, leaning against the counter with a look that screamed ‘you just said the wrong thing, big brother.’

“Spending your days fixin’ up my porch and playin’ catch with your nephews is all well and good, Sammy, but don’t you get lonely?” 

Sam sighed, trained his features not to give the truth away and instead turned to the fridge. 

“You want me to check what needs stocking up in here?”

“Deflection only works so long,” Sarah hummed. “Don’t you want to find love like mom and dad had?” 

“Sarah,” he leaned against the door of the fridge and dropped his gaze to the floor. Same conversation over and over, he’d rather be shot at than combat the emotional warfare Sarah waged on him. “I know you’re just trying to help and you know I want that, it’s just not the right time,” he turned to look at her, “you’re out of milk.” 

“Insufferable,” she groaned, scribbling more to her list. “You act more like dad every day.” 

“That’s not so bad. Qualifies me for one of those mid-afternoon snore naps he used to take in the living room,” Sam laughed.

Sarah let out one of the most ridiculous, almost condescending cackles that Sam had ever heard. It reminded him of their mother’s laugh and his sister emulated her almost perfectly when she chucked the keys to the truck at him with more sass than anyone in their family knew how to handle.

“The hell it does. Take your ass to the store or else nobody is eating tonight.” Sarah instructed, holding out the list she had written.

“So bossy, this is why you had no friends in school.” Sam joked, snatching the paper from her and grabbing the pen from where she dropped it on the counter to add milk to the list. 

“Add a girlfriend to that list as well.” Sarah shot back with a smile and they both laughed in a mocking manner toward each other in a way that only siblings could.

There was a distant crash from upstairs, followed by a series of grunts and thuds. The boys were definitely up to something. Sarah groaned, hanging her head down- but Sam could see a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “AJ! Cass! You aren’t Avengers!” 

The thuds stopped for a moment and were immediately followed by the pounding of footsteps. They echoed through the house and Sam couldn’t help but laugh. Memories of him and Sarah growing up in this house, doing the exact same thing, flooded his mind.

They heard the boys trip and tumble down the stairs, arguing over something to do with video games. Sam pocketed the grocery list and pen and snuck towards the stairs, staying out of view. Sarah laughed and shook her head. “I’m staying out of this,” Sam heard her mutter. 

As soon as he could see the top of AJ’s head, Sam lifted him up and swung him over his shoulder. “Now you’ve done it,” Sam said, purposely lowering his voice. He faked the sternest look he could as Cass roared with laughter.  “You’re making me use my Captain America voice!”

“Oh no! He got us!” AJ laughed hysterically, pretending to struggle in his uncle’s arms. Sam’s heart swelled as he continued to parade around the kitchen with AJ flung over his shoulder, a chorus of giggles and screams filling the room.

“Okay! Okay, boys, no roughhousing inside remember?” Sarah enunciated, including Sam in that. He rolled his eyes but set AJ down. “AJ, is your room clean?”

He wouldn’t look at his mom and Sam laughed. “Have fun with this, I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?” Cass asked. “Can I come?”

Sam hummed, glancing down at his nephew. “Hmm, I don’t know.” 

“Please!!” Cass whined, “I’ll help get the groceries!” 

Sarah leaned against the archway and glanced up at Sam. “Take him. Maybe I’ll give AJ a chance to focus on his room.” She offered throwing her youngest a pointed look. 

Sam chuckled and nodded clapping his hand on Cass’ shoulder. “Alright, kiddo let’s go,” 

Cass’ smile widened along with his eyes, “Can we—“ 

“No Wings!” Both Sarah and Sam said in unison. 

“But it’s so much faster!” 

“And I’m not letting my child fly through the air like a bird,” Sarah shook her head and stepped towards Cass, her hands cupping his face, “not until you're fifty and gray and I’m long gone. Then you can be reckless with your Uncle.”

"Hey!" Sam quipped, trying to bite back a smirk. 

He knew it was true realistically, but his sister didn't have to throw him completely under the bus. After taking Cass to school one time that way because he was late, suddenly it had become the only way he wanted to travel. One of the perks of having a superhero for an uncle. 

Sarah just cocked her eyebrow at him and shook her head, as she spouted off a few other things they needed from the store. 

"Cass, you listen to Uncle Sam, okay?" She said when she was finished, leaning her elbows on the counter and looking between the two of them. 

"Yeah yeah!" He mocked, slumping toward the door dramatically. 

Sam laughed, and went to follow his nephew, "If you think of anything else, just call" 

Moving from behind the counter, Sarah placed her hand on Sam's chest, stopping him for a moment, "You wrote down girlfriend, right?" She poked, her facial expression turning serious for a moment, "Even Captain America needs someone to take care of him."

Sam didn’t give her the satisfaction of a real answer. Just sighed and waved his hand about half heartedly before flashing her a toothy grin as he ushered Cass out the door. 

“You think you’re gonna find a girlfriend at the grocery store?” Cass asked as they climbed into the pickup, a skeptical eyebrow raised that was all Sarah Wilson. 

“You can shut your pie hole too, or I won’t let you pick dessert,” Sam countered, firing the truck to life and turning the radio all the way up.

The grocery store wasn’t too busy for a Saturday and Sam was grateful the fewer people he had to shake hands with the better. 

Not that it bothered him, the folks of the small town were so proud of him and they made sure he knew it. 

“Get a cart,” Sam pointed to his right as the glass doors slid open. “No rusty wheel like last time,” he reminded him. 

Nothing worse than trying to keep a low profile when the shopping cart sounds like a dying cat. 

Cass darted off to find one with good wheels and Sam waited for him inside, staring at the flowers neatly bundled on display. He picked up a small bouquet mixed with pink and yellow flowers. 

“Who are those for?” Cass slid up beside him, riding the cart like a scooter. 

“Your mom,” he said setting them inside. 

“Did we do something wrong?” Cass raised an eyebrow. 

“No,” Sam patted him on the shoulder, “you should always bring your mom flowers. She deserves them more often.” 

“For what?” The kid laughed. 

“For putting up with the three of us all the time,” Sam shook his head.

“I don’t know about you but I’m fantastic.” Cass declared, his mother’s sass dripping from his mouth, and Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.

They strolled through the supermarket, going aisle by aisle starting in the produce section and saving the frozen goods and dairy for last. Cass stayed close, reading the list from behind Sam and running down the aisle to grab things he saw they needed, always being the helpful young man Sarah had raised him to be. It was times like these, the times when he was alone with his nephews that Sam felt just the slightest hints of heartache thinking about how much time he had missed with them and his sister in the five years he had been snapped out of existence.

Sure, it was just a food run but Sam wouldn’t have traded it for anything else. He was making up for lost time, trying his best to be the responsible male role model that they needed. Everything he did was for them and Sarah, of course, she always thought he was just trying to be a patriot and the perfect All-American man but it wasn’t a sense of honor or duty at all. Sam just wanted to make sure his nephews grew up in a world that valued the lives of people who looked like them, and that the world was safe for Sarah, AJ, and Cass.

He tried not to think like that too much though, always making sure that he checked himself and was grateful for the things he had in life. A great family and great friends and yeah, that did include the grumpy cyborg who once ripped a steering wheel from his hands. Sam laughed at the memory of Bucky as he grabbed a can of tomato sauce off the shelf, tossing it into his cart nonchalantly before looking up and not seeing Cass anywhere.

"Shit," he hissed, his heart rate spiking instantly. It wasn't a huge grocery store, but it was big enough for a kid to get lost in... or wander out the front door. "Hey, Cass! Where'd you go?!"

He tried not to panic as he pushed his cart down the aisle and got to the end, his head whipping right and then left. No sign of Cass. Until he heard what sounded like an impression of him. 

"He's all, 'Cass, you can't do that! Cass, put that down! I'm Captain America and I make the rules!'"

It was terrible. He was trying to deepen his voice, but it was cracking. Honestly, it was worse than Bucky's impressions of him, and that was saying a lot. But it was definitely Cass's voice coming from the next aisle. Sam sighed and headed down the next aisle, spotting Cass talking to a woman with red hair and a soft, gorgeous smile. Her nose scrunched up when she laughed and Sam's stomach flipped.

"Hey!" He called. "For one, Cass, that's a terrible impression. Two, you can't just wander off like that!"

The woman laughed, a gentle hand reaching out to touch Cass’ shoulder - Sam noticed the way her eyes crinkled as she smiled, small dimples adorning her cheeks. 

He felt something flutter in his stomach - Play it cool, Cap, he told himself. Probably because he skipped lunch today. Definitely not the beautiful woman standing in front of him. 

He stuck his hand out, a warm smile plastered to his face. “I’m Sam. Sorry if my nephew is bothering you.”

She took his hand softly but fully, not shying away from him. Before she could introduce herself, Cass was huffing. 

“She’s my teacher Uncle Sam, that’s Ms. Graham!”

Sam stared at his nephew for a moment, the name wracking through his brain. "Ms. Graham...as in.." 

"Cass' teacher..." She finished with a sly grin, "and Sarah's friend, Talia." 

His eyes went wide for a moment, another smile beaming across her face as the realization hit him. "Right! It's uh," He paused, realizing he was still holding her hand he glanced down at where they were linked, "you probably want this back..." 

She breathed a laugh as he let go of her. The sound struck something within him. "It's nice to finally meet you in person Sam. Cass talks a lot about his uncle Captain America" Talia whispered the last two words, with a wink.

“Whatever he’s told you, I swear it wasn’t my fault!” Sam protested with a grin, folding his arms across his chest.

He might have flexed, just a little.

“So Cass telling me he flew to school the other week had nothing to do with you?” Talia smirked.

He threw a quick, playful glare to the boy. Hearing him muffle a giggle behind his palm and trying to give his best innocent face while his uncle sweated out an answer.

"In my defense; I didn't want him to be late more than he already was and we did not cross any speed limits," Sam said with the best straight face he could muster, her lips widened in a breathtaking laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkling adorably and it only made his own smile grow at sight.

Talia's deep blue eyes flickered between Sam and Cass, as a sweet smile stayed on her plump pink lips, "Well, I guess getting him to school on time was top priority."

There was a strange fuzzy feeling deep in Sam's belly that he couldn't quite place. Maybe something he'd eaten that morning wasn't sitting right. But every time the girl in front of him flashed those eyes or her bright smile, it felt as if an eruption of fireworks was going off in his chest. 

"Always," Sam softly smiled and ruffled Cass' head, gently nudging him to the side.

Cass pulled a face but went quiet beside him and Talia met Sam’s gaze with fond eyes. 

“Well, I won’t keep you guys. Looks like you’ve got a long list there,” she said suddenly, hands already poised on her shopping cart.

Sam smiled, desperately trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. There was usually a reason he didn’t listen to his sister but having now met Talia, he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass. 

“We’re almost done, actually. Cass here just needs to choose a dessert but maybe we could—“ 

Before Sam could finish his sentence, Cass waved the shopping list in his face.

“Wait! There’s still one more thing on the list, Uncle Sam!” He interrupted, “riiiight at the bottom there. Maybe Miss Graham could help us find it?”

Sam narrowed his eyes at Cass, “I’m not above stuffing you in a garbage can,” he whisper warned. “I got friends in high places kid,” he reached for the grocery list. 

“What is it?” She asked, looking between the two. 

“Uncle Sam was complaining earlier that mom buys gross coffee,” Cass started in and Sam thought about pinching him to shut him up. 

“I do not complain,” Sam defended himself but Cass waved the grocery list in the air. A silent threat. Sam instantly regretted teaching them the art of warfare.

Sam looked from the list in Cass’s hand to Talia and back. He had a feeling what he had written on there. He reached over and snatched it out of his hand. 

“I put girlfriend on the list. Since mum said so too. Maybe you could ask Ms. Graham to help you out with that” Cass grinned.

Sam merely glared at the kid, heat rising in his face and through his ears. Talia’s eyes had gone wide and she let out the cutest laugh, covering her mouth quickly as if trying to take it back. 

“That’s not on the list.” Sam insisted, shaking his head at the woman.

“Oh, it’s not?” She questioned, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Definitely not,” Sam repeated nervously, crumpling the list in his fist when Cass began protesting, trying the pry the paper from his uncle's hand to show his teacher that he was not a liar.

"Cass, stop."

"You stop!" Cass protested. "Gimme the list! I wrote it down!"

"Cass..." Sam warned.

"You're making me look bad in front of Ms. Graham, dude!" Cass yelped as Sam held the paper high above his head, his nephew desperately jumping to grab it. He bumped up against Sam in an effort to knock him over. Sam felt his face heating up with each passing second. This kid had no tact. He definitely got that from his mom.

"Hey!" Sam barked as Talia's shoulders shook with laughter, her face red, and one hand covering her mouth. "You don't call your uncle dude."

"Then ask Ms. Talia to be your girlfriend!" He grunted jumping to reach Sam's hand that was still too high for him to reach. 

Talia's brows knit together, her face still beet red and a grin to die for hiding behind her hand. Sam winced, glancing over at her as he stood firm against his nephew. 

I'm sorry. He mouthed to her before glaring at Cass, "Listen Kiddo, there's more than just asking someone that. You have to..." 

"Date," Talia interrupted earning a soft glance from Sam. 

"That's right, you have to date someone first," He finished, "it takes time, so why don't you go pick out the dessert for tonight?"

With a frustrated huff, Cass stopped his assault on his uncle and stomped off towards the dessert aisle. Sam shook his head with a wry smile and turned his full attention to Talia,

“He’s a bit…much, but I guess you already know that,” he said.

“It’s fine, honestly. He’s a cute kid,” Talia smiled back.

"Yeah, when he's not being a little shit." He embarrassingly turned away from her to watch the kid.

Sam kept an eye on Cass as he stood far from them doing his job of choosing dessert, the woman's warm presence next to him was a little distracting. Maybe even welcomed.

She didn't leave immediately which only served to power the butterflies taking residence in his belly.

"I'm really sorry about him," he turned his eyes back on her and she was already smiling up at him, "I hope we didn't bother you." 

He tried to subtly tuck the paper in his pocket but the crinkling noise it made had her letting out a soft chuckle.

"It's okay."

"Come on, Uncle Sam! Are you gonna ask her out or what?" Cass called down the aisle, as he waved a chocolate cake in the air. "Can't cross it off the list until you do" He snipped. 

Sam sucked in a deep breath and sucked his teeth, as he rubbed his hand against his forehead, willing himself not to kill his nephew in public. The idea bounced around in his head for a moment, as he watched Talia's eyes flicker to their shoes and back up again. Man, this girl was pretty. 

Clearing his throat, Sam swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, "Look, he's not going to stop bugging me if I let this pass by, so would you like to grab a coffee with me tomorrow?" He finally asked. 

She giggled once more, and nodded her head once, "I'd love to..." She softly smiled, looking up and meeting his dark eyes. "You know, to save your sanity," Talia commented, shooting him a wink.

“Did she say yes?!” Cass’ voice carried through the store so loudly that several people stopped what they were doing, curious and then disappointed when they realized they hadn’t actually just happened across a proposal in the middle of the dessert aisle. 

Sam wrangled Cass into a soft choke hold the moment he stopped beside them, “seriously, man. You gotta work on your inside voice.” 

“I’ll add that to Monday’s lesson plan,” Talia giggled, “what did you choose, Cass?” 

She gestured to the box in the boy’s hands and he held it up with a cheeky grin. 

“Key lime pie,” he replied, wiggling out of Sam’s hold. And then in a stage whisper, he leaned in and added, “it’s his favourite.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she nodded. 

“So tomorrow?” Sam looked from Cass to Talia with his eyebrow raised. “I promise to leave motor-mouth at home.” 

“Hey!” Cass groaned. 

“You have homework I’m sure isn’t done,” Taila turned her gaze to his nephew. 

Sam’s breath hitched as the last of the afternoon sun peered through the front windows of the store and reflected through Talia’s icy blue eyes. 

“I think getting you a boyfriend should earn me an A!” Cass laughed as both Talia and Sam groaned no simultaneously.

“Well… I guess that’s everything then. We better get going, otherwise, my sister will be mad that we’re late for dinner” Sam said as he began to push the cart to the checkout. Talia followed close behind. 

As they were standing in line Sam turned around. 

“Uhhh… did you want to give me your number? Or I could give you mine? So we could … you know, plan for tomorrow?” He asked nervously pulling out his phone and almost dropping it. Talia giggled as she pulled out her phone.

“Fire away Captain.” She teased, waiting for him to recite his number to her and he did, almost forgetting it in the process.

She seemed to sense his nervousness, contemplating something as she smiled, lips pressed tightly together as her fingers typed something out. 

His phone dinged immediately, her number now locked securely in and he flashed her as confident a smile as he could muster, not bothering to glance at what she had sent him.

“I’ll uh… message you later then.” He huffed, trying to keep his heart from bursting out of his chest as he handed the cashier his card.

"Great," she replied as she loaded her stuff onto the conveyor belt while Sam paid and Cass made a big show of grabbing all of the bags at once. Talia laughed as Cass tried to hold them up over his head and nearly toppled over.

"You need to do some more push-ups," Sam teased as the cashier handed him his receipt. He turned to Talia and winked, some of that charm flooding back instinctually. 

"See you later, Sam," she laughed. "Bye, Cass!"

"Bye, Ms. Graham!" Cass called as they headed out of the store, the boy struggling with the bags as he walked.

"Cass, give me some of those," Sam chuckled as he took two of the four bags and Cass heaved a sigh of relief. They loaded them into the car and Cass sprinted for the driver's side. 

"I call shotgun!"

Sam chuckled.

"Not in a million years. How're you gonna drive with no keys?"

Cass rolled his eyes but reluctantly walked to the passenger side door and opened it as Sam got in. His phone buzzed, but he ignored it as he started up the car. 

"Are you gonna get that?" Cass teased. "It might be your girlfriend."

Sam grinned and shook his head.

"It's probably your uncle Buck. I bet he broke the TV again."

Cass laughed, the sound filling the car. "Hopefully the remote isn't stuck in the tv screen like last time. Mom was so mad at him." 

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "You tell the cyborg once to boot up Netflix and its like he's trying to crack some sort of ancient code." 

"Which should be easy for him since he is ancient," Cass giggled leaning against the car door. 

"Careful, he's got super hearing, you don't know what happens if he hears you call him that," Sam teased as continued the drive home. Cass froze in the seat next to him, wide-eyed and looking terrified. "Just sayin'..." Sam laughed.

“Don’t tell him I said that Uncle Sam. Pleeease!” Cass begged dramatically, gripping his Uncle’s arm.

“How ‘bout you stop trying to set me up with your teacher and I won’t tell your Uncle Buck you called him ancient, hmmm?” Sam teased.

“Aww but…” Cass began but was interrupted.

“I see how it is,” Sam nodded, reaching for his phone. “I’m just gonna give him a quick call right now…”

"No! I'm sorry! I was just doing what mom told me!" Cass shouted, looking terrified. Sam howled and nudged his nephew's head. 

Bucky was always a great threat to use against the boys. As much as they loved him, and Bucky had fun with them, both boys still seemed to be a little bit scared of him and Sam loved using that to his advantage. The super soldier had been a great addition to their little family and had slowly become another fun uncle to the boys. 

Throughout the rest of the evening, a soft smile stayed plastered on Sam's face as thoughts of the redhead's icy blue eyes and sweet laughter echoed through his head.

Sam liked Sundays in Delacroix more than anything. When he was younger, it meant family trips to church and cookouts. 

Today, however, he found himself rummaging through the one duffle bag he packed looking for something appropriate to wear for a coffee date. 

Not that he was nervous, Sam liked to think of himself as a natural dater when he didn’t have his 11-year-old nephew as a wingman. But he wanted to look good for Talia like he had his shit together. 

When he finally found something, he jogged downstairs to the smell of pancakes and bacon — and a double take from Sarah as he appeared in the kitchen. 

“And who are you dressed up all nice for?”

Sam opened his mouth to come up with an excuse but Cass slid in to answer for him, “he’s going to meet Ms. Graham for coffee.” 

Cass pointed his finger to his mouth and pretended to gag. 

“Snitch,” Sam tossed a piece of bacon into his mouth, his hand short of being slapped by Sarah. 

“Talia?” Sarah leaned over, flipping the pancakes. “I couldn’t have predicted that,” she laughed under her breath. 

“I got cornered,” he shot a look at Cass. 

“Well you look handsome,” she patted his chest with the palm of her hand as she turned to set the towering plate of pancakes on the table.

Sam took a seat and grabbed a plate and took some pancakes. Despite being nervous about the coffee date he was excited to see Talia again. 

“So… where are you taking Talia?” Sarah asked handing Cass the orange juice.

"We're just going for coffee. Figured I'd do something simple."

"Oh, so I guess that means more of this for me," Sara replied as she grabbed his empty mug. Sam put his hand over hers and shook his head, laughing.

"Hey, whoa. Let's not get crazy, okay? Fill that up." Sarah arched an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side. He knew better than to piss off his sister, so he plastered on a big smile before adding, "Please, Sarah?"

She frowned at him as she poured him a cup and he sighed as he picked up his fork. Cass looked up at him.

"Are you scared of Talia?"

"Why're you asking?" Sam laughed as the question caught him off guard.

"You're sweating," Cass observed. His brother nodded beside him.

"Big time."

Sam's throat clenched a little. This job was lonely, and it was hard. Grueling. What if things went really well and they started seeing each other regularly? He'd be away a lot, on missions and assignments. Since he got the job, he'd been reluctant to branch out and start dating again. Sam just accepted that it was a part of his life that he wouldn't be able to fully embrace; that he wouldn't be able to be there for another person because he was trying to save the whole damn world all the time. He smiled at Cass despite the ache in his chest. Sarah stared at him from across the table, her eyes a little misty as she watched him. She always knew what he was thinking. They'd been in sync since they were kids.

"Just a little," Sam replied as he cleared his throat.

“You shouldn’t be,” Cass replied easily, having no clue what his uncle was thinking. “Ms. Graham is the coolest. She’s kinda tough sometimes but she almost always lets me line up first for recess because I finish my work first.”

Sam smiled, nudging his nephew lightly. “Thanks, kid, I needed that.”

With a deep breath, he glanced back over at Sarah. She smiled softly at him, the one she always did when he needed a little more reassurance and courage. 

“Just be you, don’t worry about five years from now, or even tomorrow Sam, just enjoy the day with her.” Sarah encouraged taking a sip of her coffee, “you can worry about the rest later.” 

Sam nodded his head. He could do that, focus just on her. And those eyes. And the freckles that speckled her cheeks like constellations.

The drive to the coffee shop wasn’t long but Sam’s mind whirled, filled with the voices of his nephews, who’d shouted advice at him even as he was walking out of the door.

”Just be yourself.”

”Make sure you smile.”

”Yeah, but a normal smile, not your weird smile.”

He managed to find a space close to the entrance, parked up and then sat in his car for a moment, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Ok, we can do this... It's just a date," He mumbled to himself, as he sucked in a shaky breath, catching the glimpse of Talia's fiery red hair glinting in the sunlight as she came to a stop outside the coffee shop and shot him that gorgeous smile of hers. 

Sam returned the smile, and hopped out of the truck, "Good timing," he commented, running his hand over the back of his neck. "You look... Wow, beautiful" He stammered as he came to stand in front of her. 

Talia chuckled, and grinned up at him, "Looking pretty good yourself there, Sam" 

The dark navy blue cardigan that hung around her shoulders made the blue in her eyes pop out even more, and Sam felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked at her. He cleared his throat, noticing that he'd been staring at her, and moved to open the coffee shop door, "Shall we?" he smirked.

“Such a gentleman,” Talia smiled, thanking him with a gentle touch to his arm as she passed by. 

Sam’s heart was pounding, rushing in his ears. He took a deep breath and followed her into the coffee shop, eyeing up a table in the corner where it would be quiet enough for them to actually talk.

“Did you wanna go take a seat over there and I’ll order us some drinks?” He asked, flashing her a smile. His usual smile because it’s damn charming, thank you very much. 

Talia beamed back at him, eyes bright and cheek dimpled adorably. 

“I’ll have a mocha, white chocolate… with vanilla, please.” She said bashfully, “major sweet tooth.”

Sam wasted no time ordering their drinks, and as he went to collect them the young girl behind the counter met him with a smile, “on the house.” She said sliding a chocolate croissant toward him. “She orders one every morning.” 

“Thank you,” he said picking up the plate as he juggled the coffees in his hands. 

Talia watched him with a sweet smile as he made his way carefully toward her.

She was so pretty, his hands were starting to sweat. Be cool, he told himself. He was usually so much better at this, but being snapped, taking up the mantle, and throwing himself into this job-- no, this life-- meant that he felt like a fish out of water a lot of the time. He flashed her a warm smile and tucked himself into the chair, handing her her coffee.

And then the awkward silence found them. She sipped at her drink and he did the same, not knowing what to say to her. Panic started to set in and he took a deep breath.

"So, what does Sam Wilson do on his days off? Aside from taking a broke teacher out for coffee? Thank you, by the way."

She winked at him and took another sip of her drink. She was charming, he had to admit that. It almost felt like she sensed how nervous he was. He chuckled, relief flooding his body. She didn't ask what Captain America did, she asked about Sam. He could have cried. He didn't, but he could have.

"The pleasure's all mine. And, uh, aside from Sunday breakfast with my sister and my nephews--"

"I believe you called them little shits."

He threw his head back and laughed. 

"Only sometimes. But I don't do much. Free time is a bit of a luxury I'm not often afforded. I'd say taking a pretty woman out for coffee has been a nice end to the week."

Talia looked up at him through her lashes, her chin tilted down and a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Home run, slugger,” she teased. Sam could feel a cold sweat immediately rise to the surface of his palms- she was good at banter and her eyes were entrancing. He was in trouble. 

They continued to stare into each other’s eyes- Talia’s hand lightly traced the edge of her mug and Sam’s eyes were immediately drawn to the movement. He noticed how slender and delicate her hands were, adorned with a few rings. He found himself wondering what it would feel like to walk hand in hand with her- 

“So,” he cleared his throat and immediately wiped his palms on his thighs under the table. God forbid they hold hands later and he’s as clammy as a teenager. “What do you do on your days off?”

“I spend it with my family and friends. My kids get my week, and everyone else gets my weekend. And sometimes, like now, I get to spend it on myself,” Talia winked at Sam, a warm smile on her face, and he felt a stirring in his chest, his heart beating faster than usual.

The conversation lulled a little as they sipped at their drinks and Talia shared the croissant and secret smiles with him across the table. 

Sam couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this, all warm and fluttery just from eye contact. At least his nerves had settled, soothed by easy conversation and good coffee. It was nice to just be Sam Wilson for a little while, and that helped too. 

“How long are you in town for?” Talia asked as they finish up the pastry. And just like that, Sam was reminded that his time back home was temporary, always would be for as long as he was Captain America.

His heart squeezed a little as the panic spread. It had been a long time since he felt that pang of fear and sadness. Almost a twist of regret, as he stared across the table at her, knowing she expected an answer. 

Leaving Sarah and the boys had become natural. Sad, sure but something that had turned routine for the four of them. Talia was a new variable, one he hadn’t planned for but now sat stunned because the fear of leaving her crept up on him without warning. 

“I'm never sure,” he nodded, “sometimes it’s weeks, months but someone always calls.” 

“That must be difficult,” she reached across the table and linked her fingers to his, steadying the tremor in his palm. “Leaving them I mean,” she said.

“Leaving is easy, it’s coming home to overworked Sarah and confused Cass and AJ that my heart doesn’t agree with,” Sam admitted uncomfortably. “Always feels like I’m making excuses for saving the world.”

"You shouldn't have to," Talia said softly.

He chuckled. and smiled at her, their fingers still linked. 

He wanted to unload the weight in his chest. He wanted to tell her to run, that what she wanted to dive into was bad for her. He was bad for her. She'd be alone a lot, missing him. They'd have to get by through texts and phone calls-- and that's if service was available and decent. He'd come home battered and bruised, and she'd want to take care of him. He couldn't burden another person with that. 

Instead, he just whispered, "that's sweet of you to say."

"I meant it," she replied.

Talia kept her blue eyes focused on his. Sam could feel the familiar sting of tears and furiously blinked. He wasn’t ashamed to cry, but damn, he did not want to cry on their first date. It seemed too vulnerable- like he would push her away even if he didn’t verbally warn her about the mess that was being an Avenger. He started to tug his hand away to grab a napkin, but Talia’s fingers wrapped tighter around his.

“Hey,” she cooed, sitting up in her chair. “I can’t pretend to know what it’s like to be you, to have your job…” Talia continued looking at him, her eyes soft and filled with kindness. “But you’re here right now. And that means everything to Sarah and the boys.”

Sam felt his heart clench, a lump in his throat and he nodded, gently squeezing her slender fingers. He placed an elbow on the table, covering and rubbing his jaw with his free hand, trying to get himself back together. 

Talia let him take his time, then quietly asked, “Would you like to take a walk? I always find that fresh air helps everything.”

Sam felt his heart trip again and nearly stuttered as he replied, “That sounds like a great idea.”

The two of them drank the last drops of their coffees and headed back out into the street, Sam once more opening the door and allowing Talia out first, like the gentleman he was raised to be. He moved around her, grazing his hand on her lower back as he passed and made sure she was walking on the inside away from the road. He wasn't sure anymore if it was his southern upbringing or his newly-formed hero self, but there was always that ting of protection mode in the back of his mind. 

"Okay tell me, what got you into teaching?" He questioned, their hands brushing together, allowing him to link his pinky gently with hers. 

Talia took a deep breath of fresh air, and looked up to the sky for a moment, "My younger sister..." She spoke softly. "She's quite a bit younger than me, and I was always helping her with homework, teaching her how to ride a bike, you know stuff like that... I guess teaching for me was just the natural next step"

“You’re good at it,” Sam murmured softly and Talia glanced up at him with an adorably confused smile. 

“And how would you know that?” 

“I get to see the evidence of it in Cass. He speaks so highly of you, not to mention how much Sarah gushes over you. You’re shaping young minds, takes special people to do that.” 

Talia blushed and Sam tried to commit to memory the soft pink hue behind her freckles and the way her eyes creased at the corners as she grinned up at him. 

“Well thank you, I try my best. And I love those kids, they’ve all got something to bring to the table, y’know? Compassionate, smart…”

“Always running their mouth,” Sam laughed, “or is that just my nephew?”

She nudged him with her body as they walked down the street, “I wouldn’t be much of a teacher if I talked badly about my students,” she laughed. “But Cass is too clever for his own good.” 

“I won’t tell him if you don’t,” Sam encouraged. 

“Our little secret,” Talia cooed.

"Thanks, I don't need that kid's ego getting bigger." He smirked. "It's almost the size of mine."

Talia snorted with laughter and shook her head. They walked in silence for a little while and she bumped her shoulder against him. Sam couldn't stop thinking about how pretty she was, and how every time he looked over at her, he felt something pull at his chest. Something inside of him was trying to keep that door shut, but here she was, kicking it down over and over again.

Talia sighed and he glanced over to see her looking around as people strolled past them.

"Are you going to ask me what made me want to be Captain America?" He asked.

She smirked and shook her head.

"Nope," she replied. "I already know the answer to that."

He couldn't stop smiling as he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you do, do you?" His tone was teasing, but the look in her eyes told him that she was serious.

"Yup. You're a good man with a good heart, standing up for what's right." She turned to him. "Call me crazy, but I'm more interested in you, not the shield you pick up to save the world."

Boom. Talia’s words broke the hinges right off the damn door that was holding him back. 

Sam stopped walking, feet planted firmly on the pavement. He could feel confidence coursing through his veins. As Talia went to take another step forward, he lightly tugged their linked pinkies back, twirling her around. The giggle that escaped her lips set a fire in the very center of his chest.

His other hand quickly found her waist and she stepped directly in front of him, their shoes almost touching. It was like a dance move. She linked all her fingers through his hand and giggled again, taking another step forward and pulling her body closer to his. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice steady. “I don’t mean to be this forward, you’re just so… I think you’re-” He couldn’t find the right word. Wonderful? Incredible? Impossibly amazing?

Talia smiled, looking up at him through her lashes. “Yeah, I think you are too,” she whispered. 

She tilted her head up towards him, her eyes fixed on his lips. Sam couldn’t believe his luck. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers gently. She leaned into the kiss and Sam moved his hand from her waist to the small of her back. He pulled away, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him.

Talia looked up into his eyes, a twinkle in them that Sam immediately wanted to see again and again. 

Sam cupped her face gently, thumbs stroking her cheekbones, leaning down again, pausing just before they touched. Talia closed the gap easily, already moving, and Sam smiled into the kiss before focusing on the feel of her lips against his, soft but not afraid.

Every nerve in Sam's body ignited and in that moment all he wanted to do was keep kissing her. The feeling of her lips, the way her fingers curled into the fabric of his sweater. For a moment, his fears and sadness disappeared with the world around them. All that there was, was the two of them. 

Sam pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, brushing the tips of their noses together, "If I don't stop now, I'm just going to keep kissing you..." He whispered, pulling a giggle from her plump kiss bitten lips. 

"And is that such a bad thing?" She teased, moving to look up at him and pressing her body into his. 

There was no way Sam would admit to Sarah that she was right, or thank Cass for pushing him into this. But this girl really was great for him. Both of them different kinds of heroes; for once he was on a date where someone was interested in him and not just being on a date with Captain America.

He brushed a small lock of red hair back behind her ear and stole another small kiss from her soft lips. 

“You up for a walk?” Sam asked his lips hovering above hers. 

“Lead the way,” she smiled. 

He moved back from her, turning toward the pier he started to walk. Not noticing that she had stopped to tie her shoe until her hand linked into the crook of her elbow. 

“On your left,” she whispered as she slid into place, resting her head on his shoulder. 

He looked down at her, heart pounding harder than it ever had before and for the first time in a long time he felt relaxed.

It was still warm, the sun lingering on them for a little while longer. As they got to the pier, she leaned up against him and Sam spotted a couple of benches that faced the water. He felt a lump in his throat, remembering his parents. Every single Saturday night, his dad took his mom out for a nice dinner, and then they walked along the pier and made sure to get there before sunset. They'd sit for hours, just talking. They had the kind of relationship that Sam always wanted.

"You okay?" Talia asked.

"Yeah," he managed to choke out. "Just, uh... my parents used to sit on that bench, watch the sunset together. My dad took her out here for their very first date. I always think about them when I come here. Makes me feel closer to them to be here."

Keeping their hands in a warm embrace, Talia snaked her other hand around his forearm. She traced over the fabric of his sweater and looked up at him. His heart almost burst at the sight of this gorgeous woman, wrapped around his arm. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” she whispered. “Let’s go sit for a bit.”

He nodded and they made their way to the closest bench, still walking closely together. He should have been tripping over his own feet but something about her kept him calm, steady. “This one okay?” she asked, breaking their half-embrace to plop down on a bench.

“That one’s perfect,” Sam said, smiling fondly. He sat down beside her, arm resting along the back of the bench, behind Talia. She leaned into him, slightly into his side, resting her hand on his knee, drumming a simple rhythm.

Taking in a deep breath, the two of the gazed out at the water in front of them. Sam took the moment to reflect on the other dates he'd had in the past few months. It dawned on him that none of them were actually interested in him. They hadn't even asked any real questions about himself, but Talia right off the bat just treated him as him. As Sam Wilson. His dark eyes turned and took in every piece of her. The small curls along her hairline, every freckle that adorned her cheeks, the way sunlight reflected in the sunbursts around her pupils. 

"It really is beautiful isn't it?" Talia sighed, snuggling into him. 

A soft smile crept back onto Sam's lips, unable to turn his eyes away from her, "Yeah, it really is" He whispered back. 

Talia looked back up at him, and breathed out a small laugh when she realized he was looking at her, "You're just a big softy aren't you?" She asked, placing a kiss on his jawline. 

Sam laughed, and squeezed her shoulder, "I have to admit something to you.." 

"Oh no, you're not the real Sam Wilson, are you?" She teased. 

"No," he laughed with her, "I know Cass was the reason you and I are out right now, but that's why I asked you out. Truth is, I actually wanted to, but I didn't know how. Cass just pushed me to get there."

“I’m glad he did,” she smiled rubbing her hands together. 

“Are you cold?” He asked, unwrapping himself from her. 

He turned slightly, taking her small hands between his and rubbing them as he brought his mouth closer and breathed warm air between them. She watched him carefully through her thick lashes as he warmed her hands. 

“Thank you,” she leaned against his hold. “I see why your dad brought your mom out here,” she nodded toward the horizon.

Sam glanced at the water before returning his gaze to the blue sea in her eyes, sparkling in the sun. 

“Yeah, I can see why too,” he whispered and placed a gentle kiss on her fingers. Talia’s cheeks flushed and she grinned, freeing one hand to stroke just above his ear, leaning in and kissing him. 

Sam felt her melt into the kiss when his hands went to the back of her neck, supporting her head as he gently traced her lower lip before pulling away.

Every little kiss they shared and small giggle that left her lips engrained itself in Sam's memory and suddenly it was all he thought about. Sam could have sat there for hours tracing every feature of her beautiful face and taking in every little thing that she had to say. All the nerves in his body were on fire when the realization hit that it had been a long time since he'd felt this way for anyone. Bringing back that thought of what was going to happen when his duty called him back away. It was going to be something they would have to deal with together if she was up for it. 

"As much as I really don't want this day to end..." Talia sucked in a deep breath and peppered his jawline with kisses. "I really do have grading to get done for tomorrow, and I am sure your nephews are sitting at the window waiting for you to come home," she teased. 

Sam groaned, and pulled her tightly into his side, "I know you're right..." he whispered, turning to press his lips gently to her forehead, "I didn't realize how late it'd gotten" He chuckled. 

The two of them stood and made their way back to where their cars were parked. Sam hooked an arm around Talia's waist and pulled her flush into his body. "So, can I take you out again?" He smirked down at her. 

"Of your own volition, or is this Cass speaking again?" She smirked, curling a finger into the collar of his sweater. 

Sam laughed, and dipped his head to trace his lips along her neck, "Oh this is definitely me asking..."

Talia hummed, and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, "Then yes, I would absolutely love to see you again"

Bringing his face back up, and brushing their noses together, Sam smiled into her lips as his arms tightened around her. Finally, he let her go and the two of them said their goodbyes, with promises of another date. He watched her red hair swing over her shoulder as she walked away from him and rounded the corner to climb into her car. 

Sam leaned against the hood of his truck, and sucked in a deep breath, grinning up at the clouds. He was never going to hear the end of this, but there was no way he couldn't not thank Sarah and Cass for pushing him into this. Sure, there was going to be some job stuff to figure out when he no doubt got pulled away for a case, but for some reason the way his heart swelled and the happiness he was finally feeling made it all worth it.

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[wickedsingularity]

Six Christmases Advent Calendar 2023 [December 13th]

Six Christmases Advent Calendar 2023 Masterlist

Summary: They had their first date on Christmas Day five years ago, and this year they’re planning something special to celebrate the anniversary. We get to know them as they prepare for Christmas and the anniversary, but something doesn’t go to plan.

Pairings/characters: Sam Wilson x reader (but not really), a dog Warnings: None really, mention of worrying maybe? Words: 283

For @iguess-theyre-mymess

Sam had to go away for a few days between Christmas and New Year's, and Evelyn had spent all the time he was gone at his place. That's when she learned that she liked to bake to distract herself from worrying about him when he was gone.

She'd gone home when he left for his mission, but after just a few restless hours at home, she had grabbed the new key and gone back. She was always worried about him when he was gone, and it somehow felt safer to be surrounded by his things. His place was closer to her work too, so that was a nice bonus.

Watching Food Network snuggled under a blanket with the dog, she'd felt inspired to try to recreate the cake they had made. It hadn't been perfect, but it tasted delicious, and she didn't stop baking until Sam came home.

Every time he went away after that, she and the dog moved temporarily into his place. And if it was near a holiday, she would fill his freezer with baked goods to distract herself from missing him too much. Even after they moved in together, she kept up the holiday baking.

"I like drowning my missing you in flour and sugar and eggs," Evelyn said in response to Sam's comment about her baking. She walked over to him and snuck her arms around his waist, leaning into him. Sam held her close and breathed her in. She smelled like vanilla and ginger and cinnamon and cloves and it was intoxicating in a warm and fuzzy way.

"Do you think the gingerbread cookies are cool enough to decorate now?" he asked, lips moving against her hair.

December 12th | Masterlist | December 14th

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[drabbles-mc]

Drabbles-MC: MCU Fics

Fic list under the cut!

👀 = smut, 💔 = angst

- Keeping Tabs (Sam Wilson x OFC)

- You’ll Have To Do (Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff)

- Over and Over and Over Again (Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff) 💔

- Do You Need Someone? (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader) 💔

- Let Me Help (Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff)

- On My Own (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes) 💔

- Wont Leave You Behind (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes) 💔

- Worse Before It's Better (Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes)💔

- You Shouldn't Be Here (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes) 💔

- Let Me Know (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

- Turn of the Tide: Part 1, Part 2 (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

- Out of Practice (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

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[rain-lavender-rain]

Rose Colored Love- Chapter 2

Chapter 2- Fond Memories and Good Friends

Warnings: descriptions of violence, cussing, female main character.

Word Count- ~1.2K

Summary: Sam asks Rose for help. Angst and some sad moments incoming. Will she say yes or no? Guess we gotta find out!

Rose was unsure of what to say. Different responses floated around in her mind, floating until she decided to grab one.

"Help with what? "Is he serious? He can't be serious. Gosh, I missed him.... Maybe he just needs advice? No, if it was that, he would have called...."

All those thoughts swirled around, and Sam could see her carefully processing what to say.

"Help with what? She asked, trying to shield the tension she was already feeling in the air.

Her voice came out smaller than she wanted, and Sam picked up on it quickly. He knew Rose well enough, even after all these years, (plus the few years they spent apart) to pick up on what the girl was feeling without verbal confirmation. After they both returned from tour, she became a lot harder to read, but sometimes the pages of Rose would flutter open enough with the wind, that Sam could catch a few glimpses.

Sam's eyes softened, and he dropped the question for a moment.

"Remember that one time we went up to Minnesota?" He asked with a grin.

Rose hadn't said anything, knowing that when he said the word "we", he was referring to three of them, instead of two.

"You took us to that beach you loved as a kid. That one with Tombolo Rock, and we all sat there like absolute fools. We were sitting on those huge rocks when all of a sudden, the water came up and hit us all...point blank until we were a soaking wet mess." He saw her eyes sparkle, reminded of the good memories filled with laughter.

Rose nodded, fondly recalling the memory, even with the little bit of sadness that was sprinkled around it.

"Yeah." she said, pausing before starting again.

"And then the winds came in and...he looked miserable, kept sayin' that it was my fault. Thought he was mad, and he angrily chucked that blanket from the car at me and refused to take it once I offered it to him since he was complaining so much...but I didn't want it either."

Sam smiled, reminiscing on how both of his partners, and best friends bantered together. They were always there for each other, showing the most unexpected displays of love and trust towards one another, but found time to argue about the tiniest things. Sam always compared Riley and Rose's relationship to an abstract painting in his mind. Beautiful, with colors that clashed, but somehow still complimented, and blended together.

"That's because you and him were both stubborn as hell."

Rose rolled her eyes at that.

"Well, at least it added some sort of excitement to the day." Rose shrugged, letting a small smile through the curtain.

"Maybe in your world. In mine, it was extremely annoying. You two never knew how to shut up."

Rose smirked at that, before the tension and silence in the room returned. She knew the question had to be addressed, so she asked again.

"Sam, why are you really here? And what could you possibly need my help with?"

Rose finished the last of the coffee, waiting for his answer.

He sighed, realizing that maybe it wasn't right- what he was asking for. That maybe he should just go home, just handle it with Bucky instead.

"I wouldn't have come to you unless I needed to." He stated simply, letting it sink in before telling her.

She knew he was right. Regardless of how stubborn her and Riley were, Sam was stubborn in his own way. Never wanting to put others in harms way, even when he needed help and couldn't do it alone. She put away the coffee cup in the sink, standing next to him now, carefully watching him as he stared out the window. The sun was starting to come up, its golden glow only obscured by the tree branches outside.

"I'm working on something and I need your expertise. And before you say anything, just listen, please... I know you said that even though you were only on the fringes of my job- working with Steve, Bucky, and I when we were on the run, that after all that- you were done. But, it will be quick. I promise. I just need you to do that medical shit. Not to mention, it would be good to have my partner back, even just for a little while."

A pause, a beat, a moment of silence passed as Rose tilted her head, slightly confused, and not entirely convinced.

"There's this thing going on. We took care of the Flag Smashers, but there's something else. There's another chemical being tested. We don't know what group is manufacturing it, or what exactly the chemical substance is. We can't release it to the public right now, and we definitely can't trust the government after the Walker mess. I want this under wraps. I trust you, but I understand if you say no."

Sam finished with tug of anxiety, and worry, not knowing how she would respond. If she would be mad, upset, angry, indifferent, agreeable.

Her brow raised, as if to ask if he was finished. When it appeared he had, she finally spoke, while carefully keeping her emotions in check. Part of her was upset for sure, but that was her mind talking, not the heart. Leaning against the counter with arms folded across her chest, Rose looked at him, with a shake of the head.

"So, I'll ask again. Why me? You could have someone else do it. Banner?"

Sam quickly cut in. "Banner isn't an option."

Rose cut right back. "Sam, what is it that you aren't you telling me?"

He was avoiding her gaze, trying to keep his voice level, calm, knowing that it was a very real possibility, that if he revealed what he was about to say, the fallout and consequences could be something their relationship would never bounce back from.

He finally turned towards her, and shook his head, the tension so thick that it was suffocating.

"Rose. It's Frank."

Her eyes started to burn. A cinderblock felt like it was weighing down the heart inside her chest.

"What do you mean?" She asked, anger about to rush in and bury her in flames of aggression and pain.

"Rose- I know- I know you said he was gone- but his name was on those records- on those shipment forms... and we need to figure out why."

She shook her head in disbelief, unsure of what was going on, of what was even being suggested.

"You're the only one left for it to trace back to, and I know you didn't do it. So, please help me- help us figure it out."

Some of the flames had died down, most likely because of the sincerity and care Sam held in his voice. She still had some of the old fire burning inside. Determination, perseverance, and maybe even a little bit of anger were imbued in her voice,

"When do we start?"

Chapter 3

Tags of course, for the one and only @playboystark

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[louwaffles]

Y/N: So, I have this really cool idea--

Bucky: No.

Y/N: You haven’t even heard the first part.

Bucky: For the love of--

Sam: It’s a really cool idea, James--

Bucky: I swear to the god of Thunder--

Thor: Yes?

Y/N, Sam, Bucky:

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[jen-with-a-pen]

⊹-୨୧-⊹𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⊹-୨୧-⊹

⊹–SUMMARY–⊹ Inexperienced and still freshly-traumatized by his first heartbreak, Steve Rogers decides to finally move away for college after taking two gap years to work, save, and help his Ma around the house. It’ll be good for him. Away from his ex. Away from his hometown. He's excited to finally chase his dreams and begin again as a promising fine arts student at Richards College. Well, almost. Thanks to a generous scholarship spanning the next four years of his life, Steve is required to participate in on-campus Greek life. It’s simple: join a frat. They shouldn't be too intimidating. At least they're not as bad as they are in the movies, right? Right..?

⊹–PAIRINGS–⊹ Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!F!Reader

⊹–WARNINGS–⊹ more to be added as series progresses frat bros being frat bros, sorority sisters being sorority sisters, manipulation, coercion, blackmail, fluff, angst, whump, explicit forced s3xual acts, slow burn, dissociation, nud1ty, dubcon (bordering noncon), forced drvgging, mentions of kidnapping, emotional damage, Steve's just trying his best, Bucky and Sam are major frat bros, Tony and Clint are somewhere I swear The warnings listed here are not exhaustive but generally encapsulate the series as a whole and do not represent every single chapter. Please be mindful and read the chapter warnings!

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The Richards College Playlist

Steve's Playlist

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ALL TIED UP: STEVE'S WEEK

–⊹– One: Saturday, currently.

–⊹– Two: Last Monday.

–⊹– Three: Last Tuesday.

–⊹– Four: Last Wednesday.

–⊹– Five: Last Thursday.

–⊹– Six: Saturday, still.

–⊹– Seven: Last Friday.

–⊹– Eight: Saturday, again.

–⊹– Nine: Saturday, again.

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