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medeafive · 3 years

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Blood and Stone - 25

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"Are you sure?" Clint asks as she makes her bed. "I can come with you."

Natasha snorts, fluffing up the pillow she won't sleep on soon, or ever. "No thanks. Don't need you fighting with Bobbi every day."

"I'm serious," Clint insists, playing with an arrow at his belt.

"So am I," Natasha replies, holding her belly. "Nothing you can do. It's gonna be fine, don't worry."

Clint pulls a face, clearly disagreeing but biting his tongue. "I'll pray for you. Seriously."

He hasn't prayed since he fled the war, as far as she knows, so she smiles at him sadly. "Thank you. Really."

There's nothing more to say after that. The room's largely empty. Not like she ever had much personal possessions anyway. She looks around, weird floating feeling. It's true, she's in between, removed from the world of hunting but not yet in… she doesn't know yet. Motherhood? A strange thought. She hasn't really thought about what this is going to be . If it's going to be at all.

Downstairs, everyone is waiting in the lobby, blinds pulled for James' sake. The bags are already in the car, as far as she knows. Pepper hugs her, a tear in the corner of her eye. “You’re going to be fine, Nat. We’re all going to be fine.”

Sharon hugs her next and by the time it’s Sam’s turn, Natasha herself is teary-eyed. She might just never see them again. “I’ll see you soon,” Sam mutters into her hair.

“I hope it’ll go well,” Bruce says. “Bobbi will look after you.”

“Oh, come on,” Tony says. “Like this would take you down. You, of all people.”

Clint is gritting his teeth, muscles of his jaw working. It looks aggressive but she knows he’s just trying not to show his emotions. “Stay strong. Don’t give up.”

“You’ll be back soon,” Fury says. “Can’t lose my best tracker.”

James is the last in line and she can’t really look at him, after the fight yesterday. It is what it is. As Bobbi said, the rest is between her and God, if that guy’s even out there somewhere. The only thing left to believe in is herself. James steps forward and kisses her forehead with his cold lips. It is what it is. She notices everyone else looking uncomfortable or looking away. “Good luck, Natalia. Good luck.”

That’s what it comes down to in the end, isn’t it? Sheer dumb luck. Life and death, happiness and misery, stability and societal collapse from a vampire epidemic. Nobody is ever really in control. Certainly not James and her. And she knows it's all downhill from here, whatever happens, James will always be a vampire, Schmidt will be out there until they kill him, she will always be on the run until she's dead or undead. It's all fleeting, unstoppable, out of control, and only getting worse. She smiles at him, thinking she might never see him again. "I'll be fine."

"Your stuff's in the truck," Bobbi remarks, staring at the claws against Natasha's red hair. "It's all ready to leave."

The silence is tense and uncomfortable. "We'll call you," Pepper hurries to say. "At least that much."

Natasha spots an unusually bulky figure in the background, hunching slightly, too heavy for his own liking. Looks like Steve's up. "Hey, you. I know you don't remember me but… You'll figure it out. I hope they take care of you."

"Sure will," Sharon mutters, blushing pink.

Natasha squeezes James' hand, still cold- well, that's just how it is, and it doesn't really matter. The baby kicks slightly and her mouth drops open but it's not that bad. She lets go, takes Bobbi's arm and lets herself be led outside.

It's really a small truck more than a car, plenty of space in the back, rusty but actually not in all that bad shape. Not like the Soviet car industry. Bobbi leads her to the passenger side.

"Morse?"

They both turn their heads. Fury is standing outside, beckoning. "Come over, I got something for you."

"Just a sec," Bobbi replies, helping Natasha up into the truck. "You okay?"

Natasha breathes heavily at the slight exertion, holding her belly. At least she didn't burn in the sunlight. "Yeah. It's fine."

"Just a second then, be right back." Bobbi walks to the back of the truck. Natasha closes her eyes, heart drumming in her ears. Oh, she's really not doing well. Stairs are hard, even when it's just one step. She hopes this is over soon. Little over a week now. Also, she hasn't been out in the daylight in what feels like years and it's awfully bright. Somebody opens the door at the back of the truck.

"Oh. Oh, I see."

"I think you're going to find that very useful."

"Sure thing. Where'd'ya get this beauty?"

"Had it for a while. Don't tell the others."

"Won't, boss."

"Well. Do your best."

The doors are slammed shut again. "Will do. Good luck with the vampires."

Bobbi comes around, climbing into the driver's seat. "What did he give you?" Natasha asks.

Bobbi grins, starting the car. "Oh, I'll tell you sometime later."

They drive for about an hour and a half, or maybe two. It's really been forever that Natasha was outside the city, in broad daylight no less. And she's so exhausted that she nods off several times, only to be rattled awake by a bump in the road.

It's quite deserted. The vampires may have hit the big cities the hardest but the countryside wasn't exactly spared. Most of all, people do not trust each other anymore and they avoid congregating, as if that would attract the monsters. In some ways, it does. Only about half of the fields are actually being farmed.

The house is half tucked away into a little forest, built out of broad wood planks, many gables. Bobbi tells her to wait, climbing out alone. Natasha leans forward, trying to get a better view. Not a person in sight, let alone another house. This is quite literally the end of the road.

However, before Bobbi reaches the house, a woman appears between the trees, rifle slung around her shoulder. She's rather tall, though not as tall as Bobbi, brown hair, and rather not up for a chat. Thick brown coat with what looks like fox fur around the neck. Bobbi raises her hands as she approaches her, though the woman shows no signs of reaching for a weapon.

The baby kicks hard and Natasha groans, slumping over, holding her belly for fear that it'll break. She wonders whether Tony meant that literally, with the baby breaking through her stomach and crawling out, or just- the tight skin holds for now and that’s all she’s going to think about.

The two women are still exchanging tense words. Natasha notices their host has binoculars around her neck, as if she just came back from the hunt. Animal hunt. Probably the only way to get food around here. Thinking about meat makes-

The baby kicks again, this time longer, even harder, and Natasha gasps and bends over, slumping onto the dashboard, moaning in pain as her belly's pushed out from inside repeatedly. She can almost feel the shape. The car door is being opened. "Hey, are you okay? Come on, let's get you inside so you can lay down."

She can't breathe. "Is she okay?" the other voice asks.

"Under the given circumstances," Bobbi replies, unfastening her seatbelt and reaching around. "But I'm gonna need a hand."

Natasha can't remember or imagine how they got from the car to her lying on a couch, under a blanket, with a hot bowl of soup. The kicking has subsided for now but she still feels the soreness from the last time.

The house is quite dark inside with all the wood and so few windows. There are antlers on the walls, stuffed pheasants, at least one set of vampire fangs. Trophies. A shudder goes down her spine, despite the warm blanket and the chimney fire. The cold winter wind rattles the tiny windows, cuts around the edges, trying to claw its way in. The room is lit solely with candles, probably no electricity in the house.

“Hey.”

The brown-haired woman is sitting behind a big wooden table, face bright against the wooden wall, candle light dancing over her skin. There’s meat on the table, cooked meat. Natasha’s belly contracts almost painfully. Bobbi is nowhere to be seen.

“You’re Russian, aren’t you,” the woman remarks.

Natasha snorts, staring at the ceiling that’s so dark she can’t really see it. “Is that the first thing you ask?”

The woman shrugs, opening a flask of liquor with a biting smell escaping immediately. “I don’t mind.”

She sounds Czech which means she most likely speaks Russian but, like Pepper, clearly does not want to. “Where’s Bobbi?”

“Toilet’s outside,” the woman replies briefly, taking a sip from the flask. “You hungry?”

The smell of the meat is overwhelming, to a degree it shouldn’t be. Natasha tucks the blanket up to her chin. “Yeah.”

The woman makes her way out from behind the table, bumping into it or the bench several times. The rifle is hanging on the wall behind the door, as Natasha notices. The vampire fangs are right over the fireplace. “You killed a vampire?”

The woman nods, grabbing the plate with the meat and sitting down on the couch table, also made of heavy wood, holding out the plate. “You mind?”

The meat is cooked but it still smells of blood. Natasha can’t resist grabbing a piece with her bare hands and stuffing it in her mouth, shaking her head. She’s a hunter. She’s always been a hunter. She- She needs to devour all of this bloody meat right now.

The woman merely raises an eyebrow as Natasha rips the plate from her hands and starts wolfing it down, barely taking the time to chew, tasting the flesh, the blood, the dead life of it. She inhales it so fast that she gags, coughs, spits it out and shoves it in her mouth again, unable to stop. When she’s done, the plate entirely empty, fingers greasy and dirty, she leans back, exhausted. The woman is still watching her quietly. Natasha clears her throat, uncomfortable. “Do you live here alone?”

The woman shrugs, not moving otherwise. “Less people to worry about.”

She feels that. “I’m Natasha.”

“Maria,” the woman replies. “Maria Kopecká.”

The door opens, cold rush of air, then closes quickly behind Bobbi who’s stamping her feet to get rid of the mud. “Phew. Gotta say, taking a dump outside in the dark is quite the adrenaline boost.”

The woman- Maria gets up and pours water from a bucket into a big bowl. “Here. To wash your hands.”

“Thanks.” Bobbi rolls her sleeves up, looking towards Natasha. “Hey. Feeling better?”

She must have grease around her mouth, probably, with how fast she was devouring the meat. Embarrassing. She wipes it with the back of her hand quickly, which is not exactly clean either. “Mhm. Yeah.”

Bobbi dips her hands in the water, then grabs the bar of soap. “I see you already got something to eat.”

Maria makes her way around to the back of the hut, opening a cupboard. “She’s quite hungry. I’ll open a can.”

Her stomach growls at the mention of more food. “She needs to eat a lot,” Bobbi remarks. drying her hands off. “I hope you’re stocked.”

Maria huffs, pulling a can opener from a drawer. “Always.”

Bobbi turns, crossing her arms. “So, how do you know Fury, if I may ask?”

The can opener cuts through the metal deftly. “Work,” Maria replies. “Before.”

“Oh, I see.” Bobbi’s eyes drift to the vampire fangs over the fireplace, placed prominently. “Do lots of vampires come by here?”

“Few,” Maria states, grabbing a pot and pouring the content of the can into it. “Last one I shot was two months ago.”

“Huh.” Bobbi walks over to the couch, making space for her to narrowly sit, reaching for Natasha’s wrist. “Let me take your pulse.”

It feels rather quick but she’ll let Bobbi decide. Maria hangs the pot over the fireplace. It smells of sour tomatoes. The fiery light accentuates the harsh lines of her face. Bobbi checks her watch. "Mhm. Better give you a dose. Have you tried getting up?"

Her fingers are really greasy. "No."

"How did you come to be with that vampire thing?" Maria asks, peering out through the window.

Well, that. "I'm going to inject another dose," Bobbi announces, letting go of her wrist and getting up.

Natasha clears her throat, tucking the greasy hands under the blanket. "Just… just how anyone else comes to be with child."

Maria turns around, seeming unconvinced. "Really."

It would be great if she could disappear into the couch never to be seen again. "Gimme your arm, darling," Bobbi asks, sitting down on the couch table.

"And what's that?" Maria asks, crossing her arms.

"Vampire blood," Bobbi replies, looking for a vein. "Not from that guy. It helps with cell regeneration, healing and strength and… I really don't know how it works, but it works."

"You're a weird bunch," Maria remarks, crouching down in front of the fireplace and stirring the pot.

Natasha gets the empty feeling in her arm as the vampire blood floods in. "Do we really have everything here? No offense, but Fury said it would have more… equipment."

Maria straightens, walking across the room and pulling open a floor hatch Natasha hadn't noticed. "Oh, don't worry, it's all downstairs."

"Electricity, too?" Bobbi asks.

"There's a generator outside," Maria explains, peering down. "I don't run it usually because it might attract vampires, but it should work."

"Let's hope it does," Bobbi says. "Not that I haven't worked under candlelight but it'd be better if I didn't have to."

"It'll work," Maria states.

Bobbi sighs. "Okay. So, Nat, I… we haven't talked about this yet but I would like to induce early."

Natasha is too tired for this. "What does that mean?"

"Induce birth," Bobbi adds. "Basically, you take a pill and then the contractions start. I'd check again that the baby is big enough but I think it already is."

"Why, though?" Natasha asks. "Why not wait?"

"Every day of pregnancy brings more risk," Bobbi replies. "And the birth will be easier if the baby is not that big yet, so less complications. And we might just not have the time, depending on whatever else happens."

"And you're sure that's not bad for the baby?" Natasha questions.

Bobbi snorts. "Trust me, that thing has the most solid vitals I've ever seen."

"I wouldn't worry about that thing ," Maria interjects, holding the hatch open. "So, do you want to go down or can I close it?"

"I'll check it out," Bobbi replies, standing. "Natasha, just stay here for now."

Maria holds the hatch open dutifully and hands her a candle. "You need my help down there?"

"Should be fine," Bobbi replies, carefully climbing down the creaking wood. "Is that- oh."

"The hatch opens from inside," Maria states and closes it promptly.

The food over the fireplace smells quite strongly, tomato and something like pasta. Maria crosses over and stirs it again. "So. You fucked a vampire."

When Natasha doesn't reply immediately, Maria adds: "Or did a vampire fuck you?"

Natasha sighs. Jesus Christ. Why is all of this so complicated? "No, no, I… I fucked a vampire."

"Huh." Maria pulls her sleeves over her hands and lifts the pot off the fire. "Why?"

"I liked him," Natasha replies, immediately worrying about the past tense that came out so naturally. Why does it matter to her so much? Maybe she's never going to see him again, and… she's already lost so much, and there's nothing he can do to really change her situation, and she's doing this for herself anyway, they're not going to be a family - but she hasn't worried about dying since she got to know him, knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her- at least until she turned out pregnant. Does she really love the monster because he's strong enough to protect her?

Maria is watching her attentively, not clear whether she said anything or not. Natasha rubs her eyes demonstratively. "Sorry. I'm very tired."

"You can sleep on the couch," Maria states. "I usually sleep on the bench. Or on the floor."

Natasha nods, closing her eyes and crawling further under the blanket until she's lying almost flat, pretending to be already out. Bobbi is doing something downstairs, though it's very hard to hear, and Maria starts eating out of the pot, by the sound of it. The wind is very loud once it's silent.

After some time, the hatch creaks open and Bobbi climbs up again. "Good equipment, I gotta say."

She walks right past Natasha, even stops to look. Maria is quiet. "I thought that was for her."

"She wanted to sleep."

"Oh well. Let's not let it go to waste, then."

Bobbi finally walks away and Natasha can breathe normally again. The floor creaks, and the bench creaks. Everything in this house is dead and alive at the same time.

"So, all this stuff… is that from when you worked with Fury? It's not exactly new."

"Yes."

"Huh. So you're a doctor?"

"No."

"There was someone else?"

"Not… everyone is still here."

"Oh, I see. Emigration or vampires?"

"Both."

"I actually immigrated pre-vampires. Because everyone else emigrated."

Maria laughs, barely distinguishable from the rattling wind. "Bad choice, if you ask me."

"Oh, well. It's certainly very folksy, with the antlers and all."

"Rusty beyond repair."

"You're quite pessimistic. I thought there was quite a spirit of… I mean, after the stagnation of the 70s and 80s, and with Havel… of course, that was before the vampires."

"I think you're the one with the rosy eyes."

"The rosy glasses, yeah! It's probably nostalgia on my part, really."

"Nostalgia is fair. We had barely gotten back to where we were… and now this, of course. Best to resign to it."

"You certainly seem to have adapted to it. In your own way."

Maria snorts. "I'm not going to run around trying to stop something that cannot be stopped, fix something that cannot be fixed. Get my hopes up and have them crushed."

"That's absolutely fine. I mean, you're still helping us."

"Ah, well. I owe someone a favor."

#blood and stone #buckynat #vampire au #natasha romanoff #black widow #bucky barnes #winter soldier #bobbi morse #mockingbird #maria hill #in case you didn't figure it out #my writing #fanfic

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simsadventures · 4 years

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My Mysterious Girl

Summary: You are a hunter on a mission to find Azrael’s blade. You find it in an unlikely place, in the hands of the very Bucky Barnes, the infamous Winter Soldier. When you save him, and then disappear, Bucky does everything in his power to find you and learn about you.

Warnings: SPN x Avengers crossover, swearing, mention of death, mention of supernatural beings, fluff, smidge of angst (you look and it’s gone), more fluff

Pairing: Bucky x hunter!Reader, Dean x platonics!sister!Reader, Sam x platonic!sister!Reader

Word Count: 3422

A/N: So this story was requested my the 🦄 anon, and I know it’s coming a bit late… Sorry for that. I tried to make it better by writing a longer piece. I hope you’ll enjoy the SPN x Avengers crossover. I also combined a little of Lucifer there, the Azrael’s blade and all… I’ve been obsessed for days so I need to have an outlet for that xD

Whole request here: Yay! Alright, so I read a fic somewhere with a Marvel/Supernatural cross over and I love the idea so much. So, I was thinking like reader is a hunter (you can decide if she's a Winchester or not) and she runs into Bucky on a case who's there on a mission. It can be something like she has to retrieve a magical artefact or kill a monster or something, but Bucky's confused about it all and she just mysteriously disappears (because that's what hunters do). So, she disappeared and Bucky tries so hard to find her and like researches (or tries to) everything about the hunting lifestyle because he wants to find her again and like puts himself in harms way. Which of course pisses her off. If you don't want to do it, it's fine as well. I just thought it would be a good idea

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“Oh, come on, Dean. I’m a big girl, and I can handle myself. I know what I’m doing, and I’m very capable of going there alone, and you know it!” You said exasperated because your oldest brother still treated you like a little child. You were now 25, far from a kid, but Dean refused to acknowledge that. And you were getting more and more pissed at him for that.

“Why do you have the need to go on a hunt alone? I’m aware that you’re one of the best in the game Y/N, but I’d feel better if you just waited after the vampire hunt that Sammy and I have in our schedules.”

You rolled your eyes and huffed out a breath. Your brother could be so frustrating it was surprising that you or Sam haven’t killed him yet. “It’s just an artefact retrieval, Dean. It’s an easy job for me, c’mon. You and Sam can take on the vampires, I’ll retreat the dagger, and maybe we all can rest for a bit before something new comes up.”

Dean seemed to be thinking, and just this little act gave you hope. Dean was usually the guy to dismiss everything without even a thought, so just the fact that he was willing to give this a little time was making you giddy.

It was not that you didn’t like to hunt with your brothers, you loved them both unconditionally. It was more that you could use some alone time. Spending your whole life on the road with your brothers could be fun, but it was also getting a little tiring. Dean wouldn’t let you drive even if it had to kill him. He also wouldn’t change up the music in the car, despite yours and Sam’s loud protests. And Sammy… he was sweet, and all, but Dean was right in one thing, Sam was gassy as hell.

So yeah, you could use some time just by yourself, listening to the music you liked, and not having to share a room with the two snoring idiots.

Dean sighed, and you came back to reality. You painted a pretty picture in your head, and you just hope your brother wouldn’t destroy it.

“Fine! But if anything happens, you call us, or Jody. If you feel like something else might be going down, if it’s not just simple retrieval, you call us. If some other hunters appear, you call us. If-“

“If I see a falling star, I call you, yeah I got it, Dean. I promise I’ll be fine. I’m just getting the blade, and I’m coming back home. I think I could be home in 5 days if everything goes according to plan. I’ll call you from the road and when I got there and then every time I’m not sure about something, or I just feel like it. I’ll be fine, Dean, I’ve been doing it long enough to be able to get one fucking blade.”

Dean smirked at you and pulled you into a bear hug. “I just don’t want to lose you Y/N, that’s all. Please, be careful.”

You kissed his cheek and patted his shoulder. “I will, I promise. But you two as well, ok? I’m not gonna have the time to pull your sorry asses out of trouble when I’m across the whole country.”

Dean rolled his eyes, but the little smile playing on his lips told you that he wasn’t taking you too seriously.

You separated from him and all but ran to your room to get your bags before Dean changed his mind. You only took the essentials, said a quick bye to Sam, who was happy for you that Dean allowed you to have a solo-mission. You also took your notes, trying to get all the information about Azrael’s blade into you.

You were studying it for months now, it being one of the few weapons being able to hurt all celestial beings. You and your brothers hoped that it included Chuck and were determined to find out. It constituted of three parts, and without you even knowing it, you already had one of them with you. The part which was giving it life, looking like a belt buckle. So now two parts remained to get. The actual sword and the key connecting the two parts. You knew that the last part would be the most difficult to get, but you’d cross the bridge when you come to it.

You found traces of the blade in New York City. Weird murders were reported and looking more into it, you and your brothers realised that it could have been the blade. All you needed to do was not to grab it by your bare hands, and you should be ok. Hopefully.

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You checked your phone again, trying to see if you got the address right. It was an abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn, a really shady looking place, and you weren’t too eager to enter. But you had no other choice. You had to prove to Dean and yourself that you could do this on your own. That you were strong and independent to go on solo hunts when you needed the space. So you sighed, braced yourself and walked towards the building.

Walking in, you tried to be careful, gun in one hand and a light in the other, trodding through the building. You could hear muffled voices from a room in front of you, and you didn’t waste a second. If there were people in the room, and they found the blade, many people could get in harm’s way. And you wanted to avoid that, if possible.

Kicking in the door, you stared at the unlikely image in front of you. In the dark room, which seemed to have served as some kind of an office before, three Avengers were facing you. Steve Rogers, aka Captain America himself, Sam Wilson, the Falcon, and Bucky Barnes, the famous Winter Soldier. You knew them from the newspaper and the television, never thinking you would actually meet them.

While these men fought the aliens and such creatures, you tried to protect the Earth from its own monsters. You knew that the Avengers encountered a few vampires and werewolves, telling the wide audience about it, which you and your brothers were actually glad they did. Maybe people would be more careful now that it came from the Earth’s mightiest protectors.

You snapped back to reality when a vicious growl left Bucky’s lips. Your eyes found the blade in his hands, gripping it tightly and the bloodlust it called for visible in his blue eyes. You cursed under your breath and made your way toward him. Captain and the Falcon would probably stop you, had they not been occupied by their friend, who was now attacking them.

While they were busy fighting, you sneaked behind Bucky’s back. He was too busy with trying to kill his pals that he didn’t see you coming, and when you jumped on his back and kicked his arm with all your strength, making him drop the blade, he grunted, surprised.

As if a fog was lifted off his brain, Bucky realised where he was and what was going on. Did he really try to kill Steve and Sam just because they made fun of him in the car? They did things far worse than that on a daily basis, and he never lusted for their blood as much as he did a few moments ago. He also realised that there was another person in the room, and the person was currently getting off his back.

“Well, now that that’s out of the way, I’ll handle this devilish little thing, gentlemen.” You said and made your way towards the blade, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Who are you, and what is this thing?” It was Sam, holding you with his brows cocked, a perplexed look painted on his face.

“Right. I’m sorry. My name is Y/N Winchester, and I came here for this sword. It’s called the Azrael’s blade, and when misused, it turns the smallest grudge into a bloodlust. And I’m here to take it to safety.”

The three of them cringed and looked at the blade and then back at you. “A what blade? And how do you know about it? This something they teach at schools now or what?” Bucky’s eyes looked like they would fall out of their sockets.

You chuckled and shook your head, all while you put on the special gloves that Cas made for you before you went. You lifted the blade and looked at it from up close, seeing the beautiful simple handle, imagining the embroiled “belt buckle” that was already sitting in the bunker’s storage.

“I’m a hunter, you see? While you take care of Thanos, and shit, I take care of ghosts, vampires, ghouls, and others. And this little guy is one of the few weapons being able to destroy celestial beings, and we could use that right now.”

The boys obviously didn’t “see”, and they kept asking you question after question, trying to get to the bottom of the thing. It was especially Bucky, getting closer and closer to you, until he stood mere inches from you, still listening intently about what you had to say about your job. He was so intrigued he didn’t even recognise when Steve and Sam left eh building, telling him that they’d wait for him at the compound.

You smiled at him, being mesmerised by his whole being. His tall, broody figure called for something deep inside you, but you knew all too well that with your chosen life, and probably even with Bucky’s it would be almost irresponsible to start something you wouldn’t be able to finish.

But when he asked you to go and get a drink with him, you couldn’t refuse.

“So, tell me. Why would you do something so dangerous willingly?” Bucky asked, nursing a beer in his hand. You laughed at him, and when he gave you a confused look, it made you laugh even harder.

“You’re asking me this? Aren’t you doing the exact same thing, just fighting different monsters? I can’t stay away when I know what things roam this planet. I like it enough to want to stay here for a little longer.”

Bucky nodded and kept watching the beverage in his metal hand. He knew you were right, what he really wanted to ask was why a beautiful girl like you was doing fighting gruesome monsters. But he didn’t want to see too forthcoming. So he kept to himself.

“So, why do you still fight the battles which don’t have to be yours any longer?”

He smiled sadly and scooted a little closer to you so that the two of you could have a private conversation in the crowded bar.

“I guess the same thing as you, Y/N. And besides, I’m not good at anything else but being a soldier.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Bucky. I bet that if you wanted, you could do pretty much anything. But I get it. I’m not sure that even if I wanted to, I would be able to choose a different path in my life. We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be,” you said with a smile and bumped into him with your shoulder.

Bucky looked down at you, with sparkles in his eyes. You were the first woman he’s felt comfortable with ever since he woke up from the nightmare he called his previous life. You had some kind of light in you, something he wasn’t able to ignore as easily as he would like to. And the more he thought about, the less he wanted to ignore the chemistry between the two of you.

He realised there has been silence for a bit too long, but also that he wanted it to last a little longer. He bowed down slightly, to be on your level, and when your eyes glanced at his lips and lingered there, he knew you felt the same thing he did.

He closed the space between you and kissed you with all he had. It took your breath away, and you never wanted it to stop. His lips were so soft and plump and felt like literal heaven, or, at least, what you imagined heaven felt like.

Bucky’s hand found its way to your cheek, caressing it in the process, igniting a little fire wherever his skin touched yours. But like all good things, even this must have ended.

You pulled away, panting heavily, your gaze clouded with burning desire. But you needed to stop your thoughts before you went down the road there was no escaping from. You needed to get away from there before you dug an even deeper hole for yourself and your heart. You excused yourself, telling Bucky that you needed to use the restroom.

You felt horrible for doing it, but you weren’t the one-night type of girl, and you couldn’t let yourself fall in love with this famous soldier. Because from what your heart and brain have been telling you the whole night, it wouldn’t be difficult to catch feelings.

You looked at him from the door to the restroom, seeing the smile on his lips and hating yourself even more. But it needed to be done. For both your sakes. You slid into the room and looked at the window at the top left corner. It would be a narrow fit, but you could do that. Your heart gave a painful squeeze knowing what you were leaving behind.

—-

It’s been three months since you ran away from Bucky. That night, he thought you were kidnapped, or something, but the later it got, the more he realised that you probably just ran away from him. Did he say something? Did he do something? Was the kiss too much? Wasn’t it enough? His mind was whirling and the time spent apart from you was doing nothing in soothing his pain.

He liked you. He really really did. And he had the feeling you reciprocated it all. So why would you suddenly disappear?

While thinking about you, he tried to get to the bottom of your job. A hunter. He’s never even heard of anyone like that, and he’s been travelling the Earth left and right. From what you said, he got that it was an insanely important job, protecting people just like he did. But while he did all that was in his power to stop mostly inhumane forces coming here from outer space, or some human scumbags (*cough cough hydra*), you were struggling with something much more unnatural. Almost, supernatural.

He searched the internet, finding cases which you told him about, and getting more mesmerised by you by the second. He needed to find you. You were one of a kind, and he would not waste such an opportunity. Bucky wanted to be happy, searched for happiness ever since Hydra released its claws from him, but until now, he couldn’t find it. And when he finally did, he wasn’t gonna give it up that easily.

Bucky knew himself and knew that if he was good at something, it was tracing and hunting people down. If he thought of you as his next mission, things would be easier, and he could find you that much faster. Which is precisely what he did.

—-

You were lounging in the library, trying to figure out where the last part of Azrael’s blade could be. Whenever you thought about the damn blade, your mind wandered to one specific person, and every time you tried to shut it down. Even though it’s been almost 4 months, you still couldn’t forget about him. The icy blue eyes were the one thing keeping you from relaxing sleep, always appearing in front of you, relentless in their effort to give you as many restless nights as they could.

You still remembered the feeling of his lips on yours, touching your lips unconsciously as your mind went back to your happy place. Gosh! You met the guy once, and he was your happy place? Ugh, get a grip, Y/N! He’s just another guy!

But the little nagging voice at the back of your head told you that he could have been so much more, have you given him the chance to prove it.

Your brothers could see the slight change in you, being much more fidgety and restless ever since your solo trip to New York. They tried not to comment on it, knowing that your temper could get the better of you and things would be flying. But they were worried, you could see that much in their eyes.

Your eyes were roaming the pages of an ancient book sitting comfortably in your lap when you heard a loud banging from the “front door”. It startled you so much that the book fell to the ground with a loud thud. You cursed the whole universe and your brothers for going on a supply run, while somebody was out there, trying to get inside.

You looked at the cameras that were outside and a breath hitched in your throat. Bucky.

You cautiously went to the door, and when you quickly opened them, you poured holy water on Bucky. When you saw that it didn’t burn him (so, no demon), you threw salt at him, which was also not working (no ghost, then). Just in case, you put a silver spoon against the hand that was now getting rid of the salt on his outfit, and when it didn’t burn him (no shifter or a werewolf), you let all of the things go, just standing there, gaping at him.

“You done or do you want to stab me and see if I bleed red, just in case?” Bucky said with a smirk. Thanks to his research, he knew why you did all of the things. And he even expected them, just no without a hello from you and didn’t expect the holy water to be splashed right into his face.

“‘M, sorry. One can never be too careful. What are you doing here, Bucky? Or better yet, how the hell did you find this place?” You stepped away from the door, letting him in your home.

“I’ve been doing this for so long, doll, I can find anyone. One little hunter and her two huge brothers are an easy job for me. Now, to the more pressing question. Why did you leave that night, without even saying goodbye?”

He looked genuinely sad and disappointed, and it made your heart sank even lower. You never meant to hurt him, but you never realised that by trying to avoid your own heartbreak, people could get hurt.

“That’s what we do, you know? I’m not really good at saying goodbyes, and I’m not sure that if I tried, I wouldn’t want to leave ever again. And so I left while I could. I’m sorry,” you said, looking at the floor, finding it suddenly extremely interesting.

Bucky sighed and reached for your chin, lifting it up till you were looking at him.

“I get it. I really do. But I need you to promise me not to do it again. I know that you’re feeling the things I’m feeling, I can see it in your eyes. Let’s try it together, let’s give this, whatever it is, a shot. I think we both deserve to be happy and for me? I don’t think I could be happy with anyone else.”

You tried to find any sign of lying behind his eyes, try to find that he was just joking and he would leave you, just like everyone except your brothers did. But you couldn’t find any of that. His eyes were honest and full of warmth, and you felt yourself getting lost in them.

It wasn’t until his lips touched yours again that you knew exactly what you needed to do.

You pulled away, and Bucky looked at you, shocked and scared. He probably thought he misread some signs and that this wasn’t what you wanted. But when you gave him the sweetest smile, his worries melted away. And so did yours. For the first time in your life, you felt like you had a real choice, and there was no doubt in your mind that the choice you were making was the right one.

“Let’s do this!”

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Kill of The Night

Warnings: Language, Murder, Bloody, Little Smut-ish

Words: 2k

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

A/N: Monster of the Week. Steve can’t quite figure out the new recruit, but he knows there’s something different about you.

Song: Kill of The Night by Gin Wigmore

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The danger is I’m dangerous and I might just tear you apart.

“I don’t trust a guy without a dark side.”

Tony had said those words to him once and they echo in back of Steve’s mind everytime he looks at you. The two of you are sparring in the gym and he blocks your right hook, it’s obvious you’re holding back.

“Stop pulling your punches,” Steve says flatly, his eyes watching you closely.

You take a step back, tilting your head in confusion, “I’m not.”

“You are,” he rests his hands on his hips.

“I’m really not that strong,” you look at him innocently, knowing he’s not buying it. You shake your head with a little laugh. “Why don’t you like me Rogers?”

“Because I haven’t figured you out yet?”

You’ve only been on the team a little over three months now. Fury had recruited you. Another assassin like Barton and Romanoff, someone who could easily blend in and be stealthy, whose face hadn’t been plastered all over the news for saving the world.

Everyone thinks you’re amazing, which frustrates him, because Steve doesn’t understand why he can’t shake the feeling you’re hiding something.

Chicago

You had asked Tony for a couple days off because you needed to take care of some family business in Chicago. It hadn’t been a complete lie.

You land a hard kick to the vampire’s chest, knocking him back and into the wall of the dark warehouse. The headless body of another vamp lying close by. You have missed this feeling – control – the pure adrenaline rush of being the strongest person in the room. You twirl the machete in your hand expertly with a malicious smile.

“Fucking traitor,” the man seethes through his fangs. “Hunter bitch.”

“Should have kept those fangs clean Hank,” you say as you approach him menacingly. “You think I like having to come in and clean house?” A low snarl escapes his bloodied mouth and you smirk. “Okay – maybe a little, but I do have a day job now, so as much as I’d love to drag this out –”

You raise the blade in your hand as you spin swiftly, slicing through this neck. The sickening sound of the metal ripping through the flesh and bone echoes through the warehouse as does the thud of Hank’s head as it lands hard on the floor, followed by his collapsing body.

The low rumble of a car engine catches your attention and you head for the door of the building with an all-knowing smile, stopping to drag the machete across the back of the other dead vampire, wiping the blood from the blade.

You exit the building smiling at the man who walks around the front of the black car, “You’re late to the party.”

“I wasn’t invited,” he remarks, before opening the rear passenger door, revealing a cooler in the seat.

“You’re always invited, but where’s my favorite Winchester?”

The green-eyed man gives you an unimpressed look, “He’s busy. How’s your little side mission going? Do you have a lame superhero name yet?”

It’s your turn to give him a look as you lean against the rear panel of the Impala, “Nothing out of the ordinary so far, everything’s above board. I think they could be useful once they know about – this stuff.” You point your machete toward the warehouse.

“It’s not a bad idea having them in our corner,” Dean states pulling a beer from the cooler.

“I’m just not sure if they’re ready to know about everything that goes bump in the night,” you respond with a sigh.

“Come on, they fought aliens.”

“Yea,” you begin, and he can see the touch of sadness in your eyes, “but this – this is different. It’s dark and twisted. Not exactly a world you want to introduce people to.”

Dean stares at you for a moment, “Hey, you okay?”

You give him a small smile at his concern, “Yea, I’m starving though.”

He reaches into the cooler, “This is why I’m your favorite.” He tosses the blood bag to you with a smirk as you begin to drink from it hungrily. “Why haven’t you been feeding?”

“Someone’s always there,” you take another long sip from the bag. “It’s hard to sneak off to a blood bank.”

“Just be careful,” the hunter responds. “You’re still new to this.”

“Always,” you smile at him.

New York

You make your way into your room at the compound and flip the light on, your whole body jerks in surprise at the man sitting at your desk.

“Shit!” You shriek at him. “What the fuck Rogers?”

His face is tense, and you can’t help but feel as if he’s about to lecture you on something, probably your abuse of the word fuck. You look away as you move to drop your bag on the bed to unpack it.

“I followed you,” Steve says and you stop unpacking your bag as he continues. “To Chicago. I saw what you did in the warehouse. Overheard you and the guy talking by the car.”

You turn around slowly, gritting your teeth as you try to keep your anger in check, “You were spying on me?”

“I wanted to figure you out,” he states.

“Well, you happy now?” You pop off at him. “Did you figure me out Captain? Like what you saw?”

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” he leans back in the chair, arms folded across his chest. “I actually want to make you deal.”

“A deal?” Your brows furrow in uncertainty.

“I’ll help with the blood bags, making sure you can get those without being noticed, as long as you do something for me,” he begins, his eyes following you as you sit slowing on the edge of your bed.

“What’s that?” You ask hesitantly.

“You can start by telling me about the things that go bump in the night – other than you,” he states, leaning forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. “And next time, you take me.”

“On a hunt?” You raise an eyebrow curiously and he nods as a slow smile crosses his face.

“Deal.”

2 Months Later

“We won’t have an extraction for at least an hour,” Stark’s voice comes across the coms. “Barton do a perimeter sweep. Everyone else – get comfy.”

A small Hydra facility was supposed to be an easy take down and it was except for one of the Hydra agents had blown up the quinjet before Clint had a chance to take him out. Leaving you all stranded for the moment. No big deal, except your duffel had been on the quinjet, in it was a change of clothes and a couple blood bags in case of emergencies.

You stand against the wall, clutching the gunshot wound below your ribcage as blood oozes through your fingers. Four dead Hydra agents are scattered about the floor of the room and for once you wish you’d left at least one of them breathing. Dead man’s blood is toxic to you, so the agents in the floor are useless to you as long as they aren’t breathing.

“Stark,” Steve’s voice echoes in the room, as well as the comm in your ear and you glance over to see him striding towards you. “We’re going to do one last sweep up here. We’ll meet you outside in ten.” He pulls his helmet from his head, tossing it onto the desk beside you, and jerks the device from his ear, powering it down. You slowly do the same with your comm.

“Are you okay?” He asks quickly.

“Just peachy,” you joke as he pulls your hand away to look at the wound.

“Why aren’t you healing?”

“I haven’t fed in over twenty-four hours,” you comment. “My – uh – in case of this supply was on the jet.” The pain shoots through you as Steve applies pressure to the wound and you double over, letting out a small cry. “Sonofabitch!”

“Keep pressure on it,” he orders you as he takes your hands and places them back over hole, the warmth of the blood is oddly comforting against them. “You know.” Steve begins, trying to keep your mind off of it as he removes the glove from his right hand. “For a vampire, you’re kind of a wuss.”

“I hate you Rogers,” you say through clenched teeth as he pulls the sleeve up on his arm.

“No you don’t,” Steve says extending his bare wrist to you. “Here.”

“What?” You look up at him in shock. “No.”

“Do you have a better idea?” The look he gives you is smug, and it makes you want to slap him. Ever since he’s started hunting with you on the side Steve Rogers’ has become bolder – cocky. Captain America isn’t a killer like the rest of you, he doesn’t have a dark side he shows to the world.

Except when he’s hunting monsters and only you get to see that side of him.

It’s a good side.

You take his wrist slowly, your blood smearing across his skin as you stare at the blue pulsing vein just below the surface of his skin. The fangs extend instinctively, your body in survival mode and Steve’s eyes widen at the action. You can hear his heart rate increase as you lean forward gently putting your mouth on his wrist, running your tongue lighting along the pulse point before you tighten your grip on his arm. You bite into the vein softly before retracting the fangs as the warm, thick blood flows into you.

Steve Rogers may be a walking sex and righteousness, but he fucking tastes orgasmic.

Maybe it’s him or maybe it’s the serum running through his veins, but you’ve never had blood like this before. You clutch at his forearm, feeling the fire coursing through your body and the wound on your side healing in record time.

In a flash of movement, you spin him around, slamming Steve so hard against the wall it cracks around him in spiderweb-like tendrils and he releases a groan as the air is knocked from his lungs. Your mouth never leaves his wrist as you continue to drink from him in long, slow pulls, savoring every last drop. You press your body into his – no inhibitions – drunk off euphoria.

Steve is watching you with surprise, he wasn’t sure what to expect, but hungrily going at him like a feral animal was one thought. Instead, the control you’re showing and obvious pleasure you’re taking from it, drives him wild. With your body pressing against his there’s no hiding his arousal at this situation and he clenches his jaw when you finally pull your lips from his wrist. You reach up to innocently wipe the corner of your mouth with your thumb.

“Thanks,” you look up to meet his gaze, lips twisting up in a knowing smile.

You watch his eyes flick to your lips for a moment before his hand flies to the back of your head, grabbing you roughly before his lips crash against yours. His tongue explores your mouth, writhing with yours, tasting the metallic remnants of the blood you crave. Knowing it’s his blood twists something inside him and he clutches you harder. His mouth is harsh and domineering and you allow it.

Not everyone is accepting of the dark, most people run from.

Steve Rogers isn’t afraid of the darkness.

He thrives there.

A voice from the doorway is like a shot of lightning separating the two of you, “Holy shit.”

You both look at Tony, wild-eyed in embarrassment and confusion. Steve manages to speak first, “How long were you standing there?”

“Oh,” Stark glances over at you in curiosity. “Long enough to see True Blood over there.”

“I can explain,” you say quietly.

“And you will,” Stark replies sharply, then shakes his head in disbelief. “A vampire – really?” He turns to walk out of the room muttering to himself. “I swear if Barton’s a werewolf, I fucking quit.”

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antman-56 · 4 years

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Creepypasta Monster Hunter pt 2

Hey i’m back.

Gargoyles are a bitch. Yes it was the thing I was getting ready to hunt and it left a few scratches. So, back to what you want to hear and a little extra. i am going to categorize them the same way as last time so please don’t take this out of order if your new.

Doppelgangers. Now I have to ask you, can you kill yourself and still live? To me, yes. Doppelgangers are humanoid creatures that can shape shift into any organic being, from a cat to ‘stone cold’ Steve Austin. They are extremely rare and mostly keep to themselves but occasionally some of them get the urge to take over someone else’s life. From the family records state, the actual appearance of a doppelganger is pale skin, male nutrition, and no pigmentation of the eyes. Best way to kill it is with silver or throwing them off a very high place. Now something new, I fell like I should tell you my first encounter with these things. To try and better prepare you in someway if you come across these things in your hunt or revenge.

The first time I had to hunt one down was when I was 17 and in the LA county. The thing killed 3 young women before the police sheriff called the family, I suspected more before he called. Anyway, I asked for pictures of the three women before the murder and sure enough the thing chose to be one of them. I walked up to it and pretended to drunk and tried to look vulnerable. It took me back to an old factory and when it closed the door, I took out my knife and stabbed it’s neck. Well the blade was not silver so it pushed me away and screamed. I took out my glock 17 and got ready for it.It started to laugh and taunt me. I was going up on the stairs when I saw it run at me. I emptied 10 bullets on the thing before it jumped of the stairs. I ended up on the roof after throwing stuff to slow it down. When I got to the roof I noticed how high we are, i turned around to see it glaring me. It ran up to me, I waited at the last second and moved to the side. It fell of the factory and hit the cement. When I got the thing, it changed into me. I saw the life fade from its eyes and tears falling out. I bagged it and called for back up when it succumbed to its injuries. The cops that knew about the case showed up and helped me dispose of it. In truth I got lucky otherwise my family would be looking for ‘me’.

Vampires. For the love that is all holy they ARE NOT LIKE TWILIGHT, they were NEVER HUMAN. Do you know how many girls went missing when that movie came out. I can still see the image of a teenage girls body fall from the ceiling and her head being held from a hook. God, They usually go from 6ft to 9ft tall, pale skin, and sharp teeth. They look like a tall vicious version of smiguel. Their main weapons are their claws and fangs. They travel in packs of 7 to 40, family records claim the largest pack was 400 and the US army and hunters of the immediate area had to be called to destroy it. Anyway, they kill you by sucking blood out of you. Its never the neck, they bite anywhere they can if it means they can feed. They make homes out of caves, mines, or old buildings that fell vitim to mother nature. An easy way to tell if their is a den is by the lack of life in the area. If their is no wildlife or insect life run, QUIETLY, they are sleeping and hate the sunlight. IT DOES NOT KILL THEM, they are annoyed by it. A team of 2 and shotguns is needed to exterminate these things. No need for stakes or God.

Mt first encounter with these things was with my cousin Robert. We graduated from training and though we should hunt these things together. We got the call from some Rangers in near San Diego. We checked our equipment twice and we were eager to show our worth. We found their den in 2 hours, it was a cave, after we arrived and guessed their were 14 due to the number of missing hikers and campers. So, the plan was stick together and to not be a hero. We entered the cave in the day and with night vision googles took out as many as we could before they realized we were their. Turned out to be 10 of them and we found the body of their recent victim, a man at the age of 30 ish. We got paid and left. Still naive about the life I chose to live.

Gargoyles. The thing I just killed. They have dark grey skin, range from 5ft to 7ft tall, horns, claws, a wolfs head, fangs, and of course wings. They mostly attack Amish counties or settlements and small farms for their livestock. Slaughter houses owned by companies have their own hunters patrolling them, so it’s rare for them to call us for help. How they kill you varies on it’s personality. They may like to tear you apart with their claws, maul you, stab you with it’s horns or drop you from a high place. Now you want to know how to kill it, first you have to study it, find out it’s flight pattern and then find it’s den. When you find it’s den which can be a cave, trees, or mountains. They used to be in towers that had stone gargoyles but when humans found out about them they learned to stay away from them. Anyway, set a trap in its den, bear traps on what looks like its bed, and if possible go for the wings. When its down it becomes more frantic, as long as you are in a high place it can’t reach you. Shoot them is like fish in a barrel. Cut off its head when it’s finally down otherwise it might get back up.

I would explain this hunt but I kinda feel like it’s not interesting. It took me 4 days to find out where exactly it was coming from and 2 more days to finds it’s nest. I put down 4 bear traps in its nest and watched it scream when its head got caught, then one of its legs, then an arm, and then a wing. I took out my rifle and shot the wing that wasn’t bleeding. Then I aimed for the head. When it was down. got out the machete and chopped its head off. When I was cutting it’s head off it it moved its hands to defend its self and got me. I had to run back at it and force the machete in its neck to come out the other side. It gave me a few bruises and cuts, but it died all the same.

Werewolves. The closest thing that the media came to describe these things is from the movie “Underworld” but with some flaw. They don’t travel in packs and can live anywhere. From what the family has studied is that most of the time they stay in rural cities, mostly if their is a forest nearby. They can’t transform at will, only once every 6 months and are like that for a week. They don’t have any sense of ‘themselves’ during their transformation. Adult werewolves range from 12ft to 16ft tall and kid werewolves are 6ft to 8 ft tall and are more akin to large puppies. Now some facts, it’s not a curse its genetic, woman cannot turn into werewolves themselves but are carriers of the gene, and their is no known cure at this time. A branch of the family have been trying to make one for 60 years with volunteered werewolves. Best way to kill them is with a shotgun to the face or hind legs. I have only done one werewolf case and I regret it.

This was the case that made me question myself as a human. I was 18 when i took the case. My grandma told me to be careful saying that I would “be facing an unknown threat”. I told her I have been studying these things since I was 10. I had a 4 day deadline to find the monster because the law enforcement didn’t think it was a werewolf until a homeless man survived an attack. I gave them shit for it when they laughed that a 18 year old kid was here to help. I put him in his place when I dropped the head of a vampire on his desk. I was shown the crime scenes and followed the trail. I had to hide my scent with its piss and searched for its den. Took me to the last day to find it and hide. When it showed up it had killed another person. It was awake and pacing around not sleeping, I waited all night till he transformed back. The werewolf was a 19 year old, he was Hispanic and in tears when he found himself naked and covered in blood. I made my presence known and he turned towards me. I had my shotgun pointed at him and he was begging for me to let him live. I pulled the trigger and dropped to my knees, he was my age and killed him. I went to the police and told them what happened. They were nonchalant about it saying he would turn again and be more careful, claiming I did the right thing for the greater good. They gave me my bounty and I went on my way. It bothered me how they didn’t care about his life and I cried. I killed a person, not in control of his life and got paid for it. I wanted to be a monster hunter, not a hitman. I prayed for him and myself that night and cleaned my shotgun that night.

That’s enough for now. I am feeling some stuff I though I got rid of and now I just want to sleep. Till the next time, and I guess it was time you met my family.

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greenappleeyes · 7 years

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Secret Lives (Part 1)

Words: 1.4k

Summary: You, a hunter, meet Castiel as Steve and quickly become friends.

A/N:This part is more of a prologue. The rest of the series will focus on what happens in relationships with too many secrets. Part 2 will be posted in a day or so. The tag list is at the end, let me know if you want to be added.

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“Shit shit shit!” you panted as you ran through the dark alleyway. You had taken on too much with this hunt. It should have been a simple hack-n-slash vamp kill, but they caught you off guard. You were lucky to escape, but you were now unarmed, bleeding, and they were bound to find you again if you didn’t figure something out, quickly.

You found door, propped open with a brick. “Jackpot!” You slipped in and closed the door behind you as quietly as possible.

Looking around for possible weapons, you found yourself in the back room of a convenience store. It wasn’t likely that you’d find a decent weapon here, but it was a place to hide until the store opened in the morning.

You shuffled around in the dark, looking for a flashlight, when you tripped over something on the floor. Something that grunted loudly as you kicked it. “Shit!” you whispered loudly.

Suddenly, there was a tall figure standing in front of you. “Wha… who are you? What are you doing here?” He sounded more guilty than angry.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m not robbing the store. I just needed a place to hide out for a moment.” You figured the truth, well as much truth as you could give to a regular person, would be better than a lie.

“You’re in trouble.” It was more of a statement of recognition than a question. He turned on a small camping lamp to bring a dim glow to the room. You could now see the, very attractive, man standing before you. He looked you over and noticed the blood covering your shirt. “Are you hurt?”

Most of the blood on your shirt was not your own, but you had been wounded during the fight. “It’s not that bad. You don’t have a first aid kit do you?”

He nodded and showed you to the bathroom to help clean and dress your wounds. “Can I ask what happened?”

You winced at the sting of the alcohol he dabbed on your wrist while trying to figure a good way to explain what happened. “It’s a complicated story. Um… thanks for helping me. Most people would have been freaked out and probably called the cops. So thanks for that. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

He understood how you felt, not wanting to share too much of his own complicated story to a stranger. “Steve. My name is Steve. I’m happy to help.” He really was happy to be useful. After losing his grace, he found it was hard to feel like he could help anyone anymore. He thought about how he could have just placed his hand on you to heal your wounds and could have easily taken out whatever was chasing you. He sighed at the thought that he could at least show some kindness and make you feel more comfortable.

“Nice to meet you Steve. So, is it cool if I hide out here until morning? I don’t want to get you in trouble here, but I’m really in a bind.” You hated asking for help, it felt like it was almost against hunter code. But somehow Steve seemed different, more understanding to your situation.

You both made your way back into the storage room. “I have to open the store in 4 hours. My boss won’t be here until 11am, so you can stay here until then. You look like you could use some rest; you should try and sleep. I only have the one sleeping bag, but you are welcome to use it.” He smiled as he gestured to his little makeshift bed.

You immediately felt pity for him. He was living in the back room of the convenience store he worked at. All he owned probably fit into a backpack and here he was offering his only place to sleep, to you. “I can’t, Steve. I’m ok. I’ve slept on concrete before. You keep your bed. I really owe you one, here. I promise I will return the favor.” You laid on the cool floor next to him as he crawled back into his sleeping bag. You both fell asleep rather quickly now that the adrenaline from earlier had worn off.

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You woke up suddenly when you felt a hand lightly shake your shoulder. “Y/N, you should wake up and eat something. Would you like some coffee?” You looked up to see Steve crouched next to you and his sleeping bag was covering you like a blanket.

Standing up and stretching, you yawned out “You must be an angel! I’d love some coffee, thank you.”

His eyes went wide with panic for a moment before he smiled and laughed awkwardly. “I… I’m just Steve.”

In the light of the day, you could see his features much more clearly and damn, if you weren’t impressed. “Ok, Steve. Thanks for the coffee. I should be getting out of your hair before your boss gets here. I’m going to be sticking around in town at the long-stay motel by the highway for a week or so. We should grab a drink or something after your shift.”

He smiled and nodded, “Yes. That sounds pleasant.”

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You managed to take out the menacing vampires, now that you knew exactly who and where they were. Normally you would have moved on to the next case, but you thought that a little down time would do you well; especially if you could spend it with the sweet, hot, sales associate from the Gas-n-sip. You had exchanged numbers and hoped he might call you, but he seemed shy. You decided to take a little trip back to the store, going in the front door this time.

Approaching the store, you could see him through the window. He smiled and greeted you warmly when you pushed the door open. “Hello, Y/N. How are you feeling? Are you healing well?”

You blushed, you actually blushed. In your line of work, no one would have questioned your injuries unless you were practically dying. Cuts that didn’t even require stitching would have been easily forgotten. “Uh… yeah. Thanks, they’re healing just fine. How.. um… how are you?” You internally cringed at how you sounded like a awkward teenager.

He either didn’t notice your awkwardness or didn’t care. “I am well, thank you. I am finished with my shift in 10 minutes if you’d still like to grab that drink?”

You nodded, “Yeah. There’s a little café across the street, I’ll grab us a table and you can meet me over there.”

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Talking with Steve felt so much easier than it was with others. You both had your odd quirks the neither one of you judged. You couldn’t tell why, but he put you at ease and you seemed to have a similar effect on him. He was very intelligent, well spoken, and funny in an odd way that you adored.

As the sun began to set, you both shifted at the realization that you should probably call it a night. You figured he would end up hanging out somewhere until he could sneak back into his workplace to sleep on the floor. You couldn’t stand the thought of it, now that you knew how sweet of a person he was. “Hey, this might sound odd; but my motel room has a second bed that you’re welcome to use. Sleeping in the floor every night can’t be good for you.”

He looked shocked and a little embarrassed. “I wouldn’t want to impose on you. The floor, with a sleeping bag, is at least better than being stuck outside.”

You weren’t going to take no for an answer on this. “It’s the least I can do, Steve. I can’t really get into it right now, but I really do owe you for helping me out the other night. Let me at least give you a warm bed to sleep in while I’m in town.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Y/N, it means a great deal to me.” He had a sad appreciation in his tone. It appeared that he had not felt too much kindness in his life and you were going to change that.

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