#stever rogers fiction

[ladyvillainous]

Steve Rogers – Modern Woman

AU fic where all the avengers live and work together including a rehabilited Bucky Barnes and my character Mel.

Description

Steve can’t help but be drawn to Mel but she’s a thoroughly modern woman of the age complete with tattoo’s wild hair and piercings but what would she want with an old school gentleman like himself

Warnings

Mostly just funny and fluffy with NSFW Smut towards the end

This is out of character even for my version of Steve but I liked the idea so I just rolled with it, don’t take it too seriously.

Word Count: 4978

“Wow! Your hair looks amazing Mel” Wanda enthused, walking around her in a circle to view it from all angles.

“Thanks Wanda, you don’t think it’s too bright?” Mel asked, self-consciously smoothing her hand over her Bubble gum Pink hair.

“Well you could go brighter, but they can probably already see you from space, so where’s the need” Tony Smirked, his eyes not leaving the screen of his phone, propped up against the jug of orange juice on the breakfast table.

Natasha smacked him upside the head as she left the table to fetch more coffee “Ouch” he muttered cringing away from the former assassin, gaze still trained on his phone. 

She smirked down at him as he flinched “Baby”

Turning her attention back to Mel she ducked left and right, viewing her new haircut and colour from all angles “I like it, especially the shaved bit on the side, very edgy”

Bucky walked into the kitchen making a beeline for the coffee machine as usual, only pulling up short when he caught sight of the ladies clustered around it “Woah Mel that’s… er… different”

Mel laughed, rolling her eyes as he walked towards her “Yeah because normally I’m so conservative”

Bucky threw his metal arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his muscular chest, grinning from ear to ear “Can’t wait to see Steve’s reaction”

Natasha laughed “Poor Stevie, even a lip piercing is too much for him let alone…” she looked at Mel sideways “Well…” she gestured to Mel shrugging.

Mel laughed, Steve struggled to hide his horror whenever she arrived back at the tower fresh from the tattoo parlour. Her largest tattoo being a full Avengers themed sleeve on her left arm. She had that done years before she interviewed for Tony as the team techy, he’d just laughed when he saw it and hired her on the spot, so it had come in handy.

Working with the Avengers was a dream come true, she spent most days working with Tony and Bruce in the labs coming up with new gadgets to keep the team safe.  More importantly, she kept them under control ensuring they didn’t attempt to build anymore superbots. Vision had turned out great in the end but Ultron went badly wrong. It had taken a long time for the team to truly feel comfortable with Bruce and Tony being back in a lab together.

Very occasionally Mel would be required for surveillance missions, usually where high levels of tech were involved, but they were minor league dangerous. Mel liked to joke that she was like the teams conscience, the little voice in their ears. Natasha on the other hand referred to her as the devil on her shoulder, as she was prone to making sarcastic comments over the comms. Which on more than one occasion had reduced Sam or Bucky to fits of giggles nearly blowing their covers.

Steve had chewed her out several times for it but she could tell he really wanted to laugh, his beautiful mouth twitching up at the sides as he shouted. She loved to watch him talk, didn’t matter what he was saying it was an excuse to watch the way his mouth moved, as she imagined him putting that mouth to better use.

At least twice Bucky had caught her staring at him during briefings, having to kick her under the table to snap her out of her stupor. It was painfully obvious to everyone she had a massive crush on the Captain. To hide it would be a near impossible task, so instead she played on it, flirting with and teasing Steve until he blushed beet red was a daily challenge for her.

Mel knew nothing was ever going to happen there, Steve didn’t think of her that way. She was way to “Modern a Dame” as he’d called her once. Whereas he was an old school gentleman, something that she found a major turn on unfortunately.

“Oh god! You didn’t get a lip piercing this time did you?..” Steve started, overhearing their conversation as he entered the kitchen. Catching sight of them grouped by the counter he came to a complete dead stop, eyes wide staring at Mel.

Bucky smirked at his best friend, releasing Mel to move to the table for breakfast.

Mel winked at Natasha, before turning to fully face the super soldier, she’d been looking forward to teasing him all morning.

“So big boy, what do you think?” Mel smiled provocatively, tipping the Captain a wink.

Steve stood rooted to the spot, mouth gaping, the only giveaway he’d even heard her was the pink tint spreading along his cheekbones.

Mel slinked towards the frozen super soldier, swaying her hips slowly, noting the way his gaze dropped fractionally as she sauntered closer. Throwing a glance over her shoulder she grinned at the sight of her best friends, shaking silently, desperately trying and failing to keep a straight face.

She turned her full attention back to the Captain, like a predator stalking its prey, doing a little twirl for him fluffing up her long, soft pink hair “So? What do you think?”

Steve gulped as she gazed seductively up at him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, fluttering her eyelashes.

“Looks… Looks lovely Mel” he stammered, completely red in the face. He quickly side stepped the tech, moving to join Bucky at the table.

Looking round Mel caught Tony staring at her, finally looking up from his phone an amused look playing across his face as he tried not to laugh “You shouldn’t wind the old man up you’ll give him a heart attack one day”

Mel shrugged “One day, he might surprise us all and give as good as he gets” grinning to the room at large she skipping gleefully from the room “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the lab” she called over her shoulder.

Tony turned back to look at Steve fixing him with an infuriatingly superior look “Cap are you ever going to do anything about the raging boner you have for that woman?”

The reaction around the table at his words was immediate. Sam and Bucky looked at each other then back to Steve bursting out laughing at his shocked expression. Wanda and Natasha leaned on the kitchen counter watching the super soldier curiously, while Bruce gaped at the billionaire shocked at how baldly he’d put it.

Steve sighed, leaning back in his chair “I’m not her type Tony, you know that”

“That’s an excuse and you know it Cap” Tony declared getting to his feet, crossing the room to drop his plate and cup in the dishwasher.

“How do you know what her type is anyway Steve?” Natasha enquired, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“Well come on, she’s… she’s so modern and I’m so… so… old fashioned” Steve cried, throwing his hands up in the air.

“That’s just appearance Steve, deep down every woman wants a bit of good old fashioned loving” Wanda smirked.

Steve looked up at the women leaning on the counter, suddenly very aware they knew Mel better than anyone on the team.

“Are you guessing or do you know that for a fact in this case?”  He asked carefully.

Natasha snorted “We know Steve, Jesus you’re so oblivious, Mel is held over heels for you everyone knows it, now would you please do something about it” she said, with a roll of her eyes.

“Seriously?” he asked incredulous.

Bucky’s hand landed heavily on his friends shoulder “Seriously punk, we can all see the way you look at each other”

Steve looked to Sam for confirmation, who nodded “Seriously!”

He looked to the table for a moment thinking hard, then back to Natasha and Wanda “Ok so if I’m gonna do this I’ll need your help”

Wanda whooped punching her fist in the air as Natasha grinned deviously at the super solider “Bring it on Stevie”

***

“You want to do what?” Wanda shrieked between her fingers, her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with horror

Natasha leaned back against the door to Steve’s room regarding the soldier with interest.

“You know she likes you just the way, you are you don’t need to go to all this trouble...” she queried an amused smile tugging at her lips.

Steve grinned “Maybe it’s time to prove that I can give as good as I get”

Wanda squeaked, dropping her hands from her face finally “Well that will do it alright… but it’s awful extreme”

Running a hand through his blonde hair, ruffling it up in that sexy way that made all the girls swoon, not that he noticed, Steve sighed.

“Sometimes you have to go to extremes for love”

The two women exchanged raised eyebrows before bursting into hysterics.

“Dramatic much” Natasha smirked from the doorway.

Wanda laughed “Well I still think you’re crazy… but I’ll grab my purse, we have some shopping to do”

Wanda and Natasha left Steve’s room “See you downstairs in 5” still chuckling to themselves.

3 hours later they were back in Steve’s room his purchases spread across the bed.

Wanda, who was now finally on board once the shopping began, was gleefully bouncing around looking at their purchases and trying to decide where to begin.

“Bathroom now” Natasha ordered crooking her finger at the super solider indicating he should follow. Steve’s last thought before they got to work was “What had he gotten himself into!”

Mel wandered into the kitchen, following the gorgeous smell wafting down the hall that had enticed her, Bruce and even Tony to leave the lab.

“Oh my god! Wanda’s cooking” Mel squealed excitedly, Wanda’s cooking was second to none.

Wanda looked up from the pot smiling “It’s almost done, why don’t you set the table”

Bruce and Mel grabbed handfuls of cutlery and plates, while Tony sorted the drinks out. One by one the rest of the team appeared at the doorway having allowed the smell of Wanda’s cooking to distract them from whatever task they’d been doing at the time.

Bucky and Sam had clearly been in the gym as they arrived dressed in their sweats with wet hair, Vision drifted though the wall from the library right behind Bruce making him scream and drop a plate. They all laughed at him teasing him about turning green which just earned them a death glare from the scientist.

Mel busied herself helping Wanda dish up, handing out the plates of food to those already sat at the table. Completely preoccupied with trying not to drop 3 plates at once, she didn’t witness the new arrivals enter the kitchen behind her.

Tony who was already tucking into his food not waiting for anyone as usual froze, eyes wide his fork suspended halfway between his open mouth and the plate.

Bucky abruptly began to choke on the glass of water he was drinking, eyes watering trying to prevent it from rushing out his nose. Sam absentmindedly pounded him on the back, not one for missing an opportunity to hit the super soldier, while shooting amused glances to the doorway. Bruce like Mel had his back to the door, they looked up at the sounds of Bucky choking then at each other confused. Bruce swivelled to look over his shoulder, following Tony’s shocked gaze “What did you do?” he breathed horrified.

Mel turned to see Natasha in the doorway grinning widely at her and then turned her gaze to the man next to her, her uncomprehending eyes not recognising him for a second “Steve?” she gasped her mouth falling open in shock.

She barely recognised him and not in a good way. Gone was his beautiful blonde hair replaced with a bright vivid red, styled slightly spikey, pulled down and swept across his forehead. Admittedly she liked the style but the colour did nothing for him.

Eyes sliding down over his grinning face she realised he was uncharacteristically dressed all in black and much more casually that she was used to. His hoodie was emblazoned with the Avengers logo and his baggy combat trousers were slung low on his hips, a metal chain hanging between his back pocket and belt. As she stared, he pushed his right sleeve up his arm, a collective gasp of horror rippled around the room as he revealed a full tribal tattoo sleeve.

Mel squeaked appalled hiding her face in her hands not wanting to see, but then immediately parting her fingers to peak through unable to look away, what had he done to his beautiful body.

“Well…” began Sam “Well Steve, I never thought anyone would be able to top Mel’s flamingo pink hair, but here I am proved wrong”

“What on earth were you thinking?” Tony demanded torn between the desire to snap a picture or slap some sense into the man.

“Mel said she wanted to see me give as good as a got one day, so here I am giving it everything I got” Steve responded waving his tattooed arm towards Mel.

Mesmerised Mel watched his arm wave through the air before she registered his words “Oh no! Don’t you blame this on me, I wanted you to fight back a little as in tease me not… not… well this” She cried gesturing to all of him.

“I think he looks sexy like this don’t you agree Wanda?” Natasha called across to the witch who quickly ducked behind the counter on the pretence of having dropped something to hide her laughing face.

“Absolutely” she called from the floor.

Mel glared at the red head “You helped him do this, didn’t you? Jesus Nat, why didn’t you talk him out of it?”

“I don’t understand Doll, don’t you like my new look?” Steve affected a hurt look but couldn’t stop his lips from twitching up into a smile.

“No, I…” Mel started, realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks “You’re winding me up aren’t you?”

Steve, Wanda and Natasha burst into hysterics “You should see your faces right now! Natasha gasped, through the tears running down her face.

The entire table huffed out a deep breath, collectively releasing the breath they hadn’t realised they were holding.

“I dunno, I kinda like it” smirked Bucky “You’ve finally joined this century Stevie”

Mel spun to shout at the super soldier “He should be dressing like a grown up not like some gothic emo teenager!”

Bruce looked at Mel thoughtfully “It’s not all that different to how you dress Mel” he said quietly.

Mel snapped her gaze down to the man next to her “You what? I don’t… I mean… oh god you’re right” She stared down at her own all black outfit, thoughtfully touching her pink hair.

“Wanda” Mel shouted suddenly making everyone jump “Tomorrow we’re going shopping, Nat I’ll need you too”

“Yay more shopping” Wanda clapped her hands together gleefully.

“Finally!” Natasha breathed out triumphantly, a smirk plastered across her face.

Turning back to Steve Mel marched across the room into she was right in front of him “Right Mr you’re coming with me, I refuse to look at you like this for a second longer, we’ve got to sort this”

Steve laughed staring down at her “But what about dinner?”

“Shoulda thought about that before pulling this little stunt” she grimaced at his red hair again.

Rushing out the door, she grabbed him by the sleeve of his hoodie, dragging him with her

“Save us some food would ya” he shouted to Wanda as he was unceremoniously hauled from the room.

“Where are we going Doll?” Steve asked chuckling as she shoved him into the Elevator and hit the button for Steve’s floor with her fist.

“Your room, to get all of… well that off you” Mel shook her head “For the love of god tell me that none of it’s permanent”

Steve Chuckled “The hair dye is wash in wash out, though Nat has warned me my hair may be a little orange for a while, the tattoo… Well look…”

Mel looked down to the arm he was holding out, with his other hand he reached up under the sleeve of his hoodie and pulled the fake tattoo sleeve down, over his wrist revealing his unblemished and perfect skin.

She sighed in relief as it came off “Oh thank goodness”

“What’s the matter Doll? Didn’t you think it suited me?”

Mel rolled her eyes “Don’t get me wrong Steve, seeing you with a tattoo was actually kinda hot but I wouldn’t have wanted you to mark your gorgeous body permanently to prove a point” she threw at him before thinking it through belatedly and realising what she’d said.

Silence followed her admission the tension in the room suddenly skyrocketing “Gorgeous huh?” Steve asked softly, raising a hand to Mel’s chin and lifting, forcing her chocolate brown eyes up to his sky blue’s.

Seeking to diffuse the sudden tension Mel laughed nervously, shrugging she stepped backwards to the elevator wall “Oh come on Steve you know you are”

He continued to stare down at her thoughtfully, a slight smile on his lips, leaning over towards the panel of buttons he brought his palm down square on the emergency stop button causing the elevator to slam to a sudden stop.

Mel squeaked in surprise, flattening herself back against the wall as Steve bore down on her, placing a hand on the wall either side of her shoulders.  

Once the lift had shuddered to a complete stop, Steve wrapped his arms around her, gathering her close, he swooped down to capture her lips with his own.  

Tangled a hair into her hair, he kissed her with a passion that Mel didn’t know he possessed. Raising her own hands, she fisted them into his hoodie pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as she opened her mouth allowing him to slide his tongue into her mouth to tangle with her own. Mel groaned as his other hand found its way to her backside, gripping her tight and pulling her flush against him, pushing a muscular thigh between hers, pinning her to the wall.

“Captain Rogers you have activated the emergency stop on the elevator do you require assistance?” FRIDAY called into the elevator.

Pulling back Steve shouted at the ceiling “No thanks FRIDAY, we’re fine” Mel grinned at him, pulling him back down to her, she tangled her hand in his vivid hair, crashing her lips back on his.

“Err Cap?” The sound of Tony’s voice filled the small space “You know there are cameras in there right?”

“Best turn them off then Tony, otherwise you’re going to get quite the show” Mel called out, tearing her lips from Steve’s momentarily, Steve grinned impishly in response to her words.

“Oh no, get out at the next floor or I will come up there and make you” Tony shouted as the elevator started moving again.

Mel sighed mumbling under her breath “Party pooper”

Steve placed a kiss on the tip of her nose and released her, stepping back till he reached the other side of the confined space, his arousal evident even through his baggy trousers.

The door pinged and slid open “Well we really should get that stuff out of your hair and you out of those clothes anyway” Mel said as they left the elevator.  

“I rather thought we’d started on the latter already” Steve said laughing as he followed her down the hall.

Stopping outside his door Mel looked at him thoughtfully “Was that the point of all this?” Pulling on the chain on his trousers.

“Well yes and no” Steve confirmed unlocking his room and ushering her inside.

“No, the point wasn’t to make you want to rip my clothes off exactly… but it was supposed to… I dunno make you see me like the type of guy you would usually go for”

“You’re an idiot” Mel huffed heading for the bathroom briefly pausing at the confused look on his face.

“What makes you think I like guys dressed like this? When have you ever seen me with one? When have you ever seen me with a guy for that matter? For all you knew I was a lesbian”

“Nat never gave me any indication that I was the wrong gender” he chuckled.

Mel laughed “Oh Nat said did she, using my friends against me I see… how did that work out for you?”

Steve shrugged “You’re here aren’t you… though I confess it didn’t go as I’d expected”

Mel walked back over to him, hands settling on his hips just under the hem on his hoodie “Know why?”

Steve inhaled sharply as he felt her hands drift higher, edging under his clothes, fingertips gently skimming over his sides “No please do enlighten me”

“It’s because I don’t have a type” she said sliding her hands higher, bringing his hoodie with her hands, forcing it up over his head and flinging it into a corner.

Bringing her hands back to Steve’s chest she began to trace lazy circles on his bare skin “Well actually that’s not strictly true, I do have a type but it’s very specific”

Steve brought his hand up to cup her cheek using his other hands to gently lift her chin, so she was looking into his eyes “What is it?”

Mel smiled “You” she stated simply.

A lazy grin spread across the super soldier's face at her words, stooping to kiss her once more he was brought up short when she ducked out of his hold and stepped into his bathroom.

Straightening up the smile sliding from his face to be replaced with a confused frown, he watched Mel spin in the doorway to face him. With an exaggerated and flirtatious wink she crossed her arms in front of her, gripped the hem of her black T-shirt and pulled it over her head, depositing it on the floor next to her and placed her hands on her hips in challenge.

Steve inhaled sharply taking in the sheer Navy lace bralet that had been hidden under her plain clothes. Stepping towards her he reached out and pulled her to him, one large hand placed on her lower back the other resting on the smooth skin over the ribcage.

"I don't remember you showing me this tattoo before" Steve murmured his mouth curved into a smirk as his gaze fell to the picture of his shield peeking out from underneath the Navy lace, adorning the tender skin above her left breast.

A slow smile spread across Mel's face "Maybe I was hoping you'd find it someday"

Steve chuckled "I'm wondering what else you haven't shown me now"

Stepping back out of his arms once more Mel grinned impishly at him "Oh baby you haven't seen anything yet"

Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her skirt she pushed the garment over her hips towards the floor straightening up as the material hit the floor.

Steve surveyed the goddess in front of him, taking in the Captain America themed lacy French knickers she wore with only a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.

"I didn't know they made Captain America underwear" was his response along with a disbelieving smile.

Mel shrugged "They don't" turning she reached into the shower to switch on the water leaving it to warm up "I had these made special, just for you"

"Lucky you were wearing them today then" Steve responded.

Mel nodded "Definitely my lucky day"

Reaching for his belt buckle she undid the clasp and pushed the baggy pants from his hips with a look of disgust "Never let me catch you wearing these again"

Chuckled Steve shook his head "No Mam"

"Now did you want me to help get that dye out of your hair or can you manage by yourself" Mel asked with a lilt to her voice, as she pulled one bra strap down her arm, pausing to wait for his reaction.

Eyes wide as he realised she intended to join him in the shower, Steve felt his mouth go dry "I definitely need help"

Mel dropped her gaze the evident bulge in his tight black boxers "So I see" she murmured provocatively.

Stepping back into his embrace she placed her palm to front of his boxers, squeezing him gently through the material "And what will you give me in return?" she whispered eyes boring into his.

Steve groaned at the touch of her hand, hauling her into his arms and crashing his lips to hers.

Invading her mouth with his tongue, he marvelled at the sweet taste of her, hands roaming her soft skin, pressing her ever tighter against him.

Mel responded in kind, running her hands over his muscles, cupping his face and sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck.

Flipping open the clasp holding her bralet closed Steve pulled back briefly to allow her to remove it. Gripping her pert backside, he lifted her onto the sink the shower now forgotten, slipping between her parted thighs to drop his mouth to the exposed flesh. Mel arched into his touch her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he engulfed her nipple, fingers expertly pinching at the other.

Mewling in pleasure she hooked her legs over his hips pulling him closer to grind her overheated core against his arousal. Steve could feel how damp she was through 2 layers of material, the knowledge drove him wild.

"Careful Doll or I might just have to take you right here, right now" he hissed against her flesh.

Mel chuckled grinding against him once more with a low moan "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep Captain"

Peering up at her Steve considered briefly if she was seriously challenging him or joking. Grinning at his confusion Mel raised an eyebrow "I thought you were giving as good as you got today?"

Grinning in response Steve stepped back from her, pulled her from her perch atop the sink and spun her, trapping her between the sink and his muscular body. Eyes boring into hers through the mirror he placed a gentle kiss to her shoulder hands trailing down her sides, leaving fire in their wake "You may regret saying that Doll"

Mel pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, noting how his cock twitched against her ass with the movement "Make me" She defied with a smirk.

Hooking his thumbs into her panties Steve pulled them down her long legs, allowing her to kick them away as he dealt with his boxers the last remaining barrier between them.

Using his foot he pushed her legs further apart and backwards causing her to automatically bend over the sink, eyes wide and wild at the thought of what was about to happen.

"Don't keep me waiting Captain" she hissed out in anticipation and desperation, she'd waited for this so long.

Cock in hand Steve stroked her folds with his tip groaning loudly on finding her wet and ready for him "Hold on then Doll"

Guiding himself into her entrance he slid into her fully, both crying out in exaggerated sexual agony at the feeling.

Mel arched her back revelling in the feeling of being filled by him, it almost being enough to push her over the edge before they'd even started. Holding himself steady Steve attempted to gather his wits, but one look at the wild, wanton expression on Mel's face reflected in the mirror and he fell apart.

Pulling himself from her body he pushed himself back inside forcefully, extracting a long feral moan from somewhere deep inside Mel.

Spurred on by the noises she was making and the way she was looking at him in the mirror Steve buried himself in her over and over, harder and faster with every thrust. Surprised not only that Mel wanted it that way, but that she was encouraging him to use her so completely, actively basking in the bruising brutal pace he was inflicting on her body.

Mel could feel her body building to fever pitch quicker than she wanted, but the sexual tension had been ready to snap for some time, neither of them was going to be able to hang on much longer.

"Right there baby, that's it harder" she cooed, as he found just the right spot that made her toes curl.

Gritting his teeth Steve slammed into her so hard they both heard the sink crunch in protest, but niether could even contemplate stopping at this point.

With 3 more ferocious thrusts Mel came apart at the seams, screaming out her release her walls spasming around his cock so hard it trigged his own orgasm. Hips stuttering, fingers gripping her hips hard enough to bruise Steve emptied himself into her, shouting out her name in pure ecstasy.

Mel sagged boneless over the sink, her forehead pressed against the cool glass of the mirror, breath fogging the surface as she panted, attempting to normalise her breathing.

Possessed of super soldier stamina Steve recovered quicker, pulling himself from her exhausted body she whimpered quietly at the loss her legs wobbling and threatening to give.

Reaching first into the long abandoned shower to turn off the now cold water Steve returned to scoop her up into his arms bridal style. Carrying her back to his bedroom and laying her carefully on his bed, sliding in next to her to pull her back into his arms unable to keep himself from touching her.

With a sigh Mel drapped her arm over his chest, snuggling into shoulder as his arm snaked around her back.

"Well" she huffed out finally with a tired chuckle "I'm not entirely sure you're that much of an old-fashioned gentleman after all"

Steve grinned down at her upturned smiling face "I think I could get used to being a bit more modern"

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Time Travel Changes Things (Steve Rogers x Reader) Part 2

Imagine

(Im sorry its taken me so long to get back to writing, my life has been a wild ride and I hope im finding a new normal Now!! Enjoy this angsty pain!!! XOXO K!) Please read the above listed imagine to understand this part!!! I actually have plans for more parts if interested! PS I've lost my tag list so just send me a message if you want on it!

Banner wasn’t 100% sure this would work, they had one test vile left; “you sure about this?” Nat asked as she stood on the platform. “Well it’s gotta work. Can you imagine what his reaction is going to be?” Banner asked her as she nodded “okay. Let’s do this.”

*5 years earlier*

Thanos was just about to snap his fingers, you were guarded heavily in Tony’s compound. You were lying on the couch reading a book when Nat came running into the room “Nat? Are you guys back? How’d the mission go?” You asked standing up “we don’t have time,” she said “wait did you change your hair?” As you hurried beside her “Nat hold on I’m not that fast anymore” you chuckled before she held you close and pressed a button. Suddenly you were flying through the air with blue lights surrounding you.

*present day*

You blinked and stood there in a stark white area, looking down you let out a scream “hulk?!” You looked closer “hey Y/N…..how’s it goin?” Bruce asked with a smile. “Your…….wait; I’m confused. Natasha what was that?” You asked looking at her as she walked down the platform. “That…..Y/N…….was time travel. And you’re now 5 years in the future.” She smirked “I’ll go grab him” as Natasha walked toward the door, you felt light headed and needed to sit down.

As Bruce helped you, Nat ran into Steve and Tony, “Steve, we tried out the time machine….we can get the stones” she grinned. Steve smiled slightly “good. Let’s talk to Bruce about our next steps”

“Yes. Considering on my trip I brought you a gift back” Natasha smirked leading them into the lab. Bruce was standing as someone sat in front of him “do you need anything else? I can go grab more water” he said but you shook your head. “I’m okay, do you know where Steve is?” You ask him quietly, Bruce looks at Natasha who smiles.

You follow Bruce’s line of vision and turn around to see Steve and Tony there, Steve turns white and rushes over “Y/N” he whispered kneeling in front of you “your. Your. Your here” he mutters holding your face in his hands. “The baby? The-“ you slowly place a gentle kiss on his lips. “We’re fine. I was reading on the couch, when Nat said we had to leave” you rubbed your belly. “I just thought you all were back from Wakanda” you said softly.

Steve stared at you before kissing you deeply and holding you close “god baby I’ve missed you so much” he whispered in your hair. “I hate to break this up but we’ve got to get to work” Tony said as Bruce nodded “let’s give them some room”

You and Steven ended up outside watching the wind blow in the grass quietly. “I can’t believe you guys can time travel now” you said softly. Steve had told you everything that had happened and how 5 years had really passed. “I know, we have a real chance to save everyone” Steve smiled gently as he held your hand and kissed your head.

Steve wondered, if you could be brought to him, he could he possibly visit someone from the past?

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↬ 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐬. 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

abstract — steve professes his love for you then disappears for three months. what happens when he returns? 

pairing — steve rogers x fem!reader 

wc — 2.7k 

warnings — 18+ DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR, heavy smut, daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), cockwarming if u squint, cussing, angst, fluff. 

[m blabs] — howdy howdy! this is for @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes , and @amythedvdhoarder​ hoelentine’s fic swap! sorry this is a day late pls dont come for me and i did not proof read this so i apologize for future readers suffering thank u

my giftee was one of the insanely talented writers on this app — @donutloverxo ! hope you like it berry! <3  

It had been months since you’d seen him. An undercover mission taking longer than originally thought left you feeling lonelier to your own surprise. You blamed it how the two of you left things unresolved. Out in the open, all of his feelings laid out on a silver platter for you to take. 

All of it. Steve, his love, the moment of words you’d dreamed of him saying — it was too real. Too unimaginable to believe. He always is. 

You’d never really had someone you who went out of their way everyday to make you feel loved and Steve did. Truly, you should have seen it sooner. The consistency of his adoration and loyalty blew the limits of platonic friendship. Not until, he was nearly crying, choked up by his own words did you realize just how much it ran deep within him. 

The words he spoke to you were still echoing in the forefront of your mind, not letting you breath for a moment. Were you really in love with him just as much as he was with you? It was hard to believe just because Steve was so far out of reach. Especially for you. 

Watching his beautiful shade of cerulean, bright and beaming with hope, wanting nothing more than to for you to see him. Leaving him the impression that you didn’t cut the two of you deep. Your answer was hesitant, full of caution. Exactly the opposite for what he was yearning for. 

Now, just like you had done for the past couple of weeks, you found yourself waiting in the tower for him. You lingered around no matter how many times Tony told you they would let you know when he was home safely. It didn’t stop you from coming, though. 

Even if you knew it would be even longer until you would get to finish the conversation with him, being her helped you feel more at ease. Plus, no one’s besides Tony had the guts to try and make you leave. 

Natasha and Sam were the only ones who didn’t really question it. Ever since you met Steve, you were here so often but they just so happened to be walking down the hall when he confessed exactly how wide his affection ran for you. 

As they watched you linger in the tower, even if the outcome had been different than Steve wanted or expected, Sam and Nat were starting to see just how much you cared for him. 

Natasha was the one to catch you silently sleeping in one of his sweatshirts cuddled up into his sheets. Thankfully, still smelling like him just enough to lull you into a peaceful slumber. 

Then, Sam caught you peeking at the framed picture of the two of you sitting on his desk, the only one which did. Admiring the way you let your fingers drift around the wooden frame, endearingly. Internally, continuing to fight this inner battle within you. 

“If it makes it any easier, I’m sure he misses you just as much.” You peaked up at the tone of Wilson’s voice, making his presence known. He walked over to you, watching as you continued to look at the photo. 

Your smile wide at your college graduation, ball and gown, wearing a dress you knew Steve liked with his arms wrapped around your waist in a truly candid moment, one you’d forgotten about. The picture more than likely buried so deep within your phone with the countless others you had taken of and with him. 

“I wish it did, but it doesn't really. Just wish I knew he was okay. I worry a bit too much, I think.” You spoke softly, halfway speaking to Sam but you mostly just spoke to yourself. “I never knew he kept this photo of us here.” Your touch finally disconnects from the sturdy frame. 

“He really thinks too sweetly of me.” Standing in his office, surrounded by all of his belongings made it so much harder for you to cut ties like you had originally wanted to do. “Really? Couldn’t tell by how he talks about you constantly.” 

“Oh my god, Sam.” You tried to ignore the butterflies erupting in your tummy, but anytime Steve was mentioned it seemed to be an effect he only seemed to pull from you. “What? C’mon, all of us know he was planning on telling you how he felt before Bucky and him left.” 

Well, it seemed the embarrassment only seemed to continue. 

“All of you, even Tony?” You asked him, even if you knew the answer. You just wanted the attention off you. “Especially Tony. Why do you think he’s been more of a smartass lately?” It made sense, but it did nothing to calm the nerves threatening to boil over. 

“I guess I’m just having a hard time believing everyone knew how he felt, but me. I just never thought he would ever feel this way again, about anyone, after Peggy. She was the love of his life and it’s not something I couldn’t possibly measure up to.” You stopped looking at the picture, feeling sick to your stomach. 

“With all of what he’s told me, I’ll always feel second best to her because I know just as everyone else if he could still have her he would.” You saw the sketch one time, when he left it open on the counter. It wasn’t really like you to snoop, but you couldn’t help it one day and you did. 

Page after page, it was all of Peggy. Any feelings you were harboring for him at the time were thrown to the wind. Because then, you knew. Now matter how important you were to him now, you would always be in the shadow of his first love. The one that got away from him. 

“What makes you think that?” Tears were starting to surface and you couldn’t handle it, the worst of your insecurities creeping in. 

“Just ask to look at his compass next time you see him.” But you knew what was there. You didn’t need yet another painful reminder of it. “Why would I torture myself like that, Sam?” 

“Trust me. You may be surprised.” You highly doubt you would be, so why even try? 

The party was in full swing by the tie you arrived. The tower was full with more people than usual as you stepped in, watching as everyone enjoyed themselves. You were hesitant to even come to Natasha’s celebration at all. 

You hadn’t been here since your conversation with Sam. Just a little too worried Steve might catch you lingering in his home and sleeping in his clothes. It was something the both of you did, but now with his feelings laying out in the open it seems so much more intimate than before. 

Just as you were about to head towards the bar area, where everyone was, you left a large find your own grabbing your attention. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” His velvety, smooth voice makes you melt just like it always does. It didn’t register for a second, just who you were talking to and when you did he was in for it. 

“Stevie!” You leaped into his arms, too shocked to mask your sheer excitement as your legs wrapped around his slim waist, letting yourself be caught by him. 

“I missed you so much, honey.” His words clenching at your heart at the endearing nickname. You felt him sigh into you, one of relief. 

“I missed you, too.” You mumbled while you were still clinging onto him like your life depended on it. 

“As much as I want to catch up, I feel like we should talk about what happened before I left.” Already, your heart dropped into your chest. 

“Stevie, it can’t wait. Don’t worry about it. Okay?” You tried to rub it off because even after all this time you still weren’t certain of the weight in his words. 

You let yourself down, off of him, and tried to lead him in the direction of the party but he didn’t budge. 

“Please, work with me here. I’m sure they all miss you and want to see you.” Now, you were just stalling and Steve could see it as clear as day. 

“Sweetheart, please just stop for a minute.” He felt your hand fall as you crossed your arms over your chest passively.  

“Please, Steve.” You pleaded with him and for a moment you just thought he might go with you until those dating words fell from his plump lips. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Those words effectively shut you up as Steve stepped closer to you. 

“I think about if you love me as much as I’ve fallen in love with you.” You couldn’t find it in yourself to move as he edged closer to you. 

“Lately, I’ve been thinking about how much I want to kiss those pouty lips of yours. How much I wanna claim you in every single way.” He was so close to you now, questioning how you were still breathing. 

“Just tell me you don’t want this and I’ll go down to that party right now and pretend like this never happened.” When you were silent, looking anywhere but him, he got the hint. 

You watched as he walked in the navy clad plants with a button up clinging to his narrow waist. 

“Wait!” Even with your heels, you ran to him while he waited for you to catch up. 

“Do you still carry your compass on you?” You questioned him with tears in your eyes he hadn’t noticed until now. 

And it crushed him. 

“Of course I do. Wait...Is this just another crack at how old I really am?” Maybe if you weren’t sure he had just crushed your heart with a single response you might’ve laughed. 

“I know this is going to sound weird but can I see it?” Watching him reach for it in his right pocket, you noticed the crimson blush reaching his cheeks. 

“I just-, how is this is going to change anything?” Watching him as he awkwardly fidgeted with the object in hand. 

“I don’t think it will, but I just need to see it.” He handed it over and you held it for a moment before opening it and nothing could have prepared you for it. 

Well, possibly Sam’s words if he had elaborated more. 

“I-I know it’s kind of weird. I’m sorry I should have asked when I took that photo but you just looked so beautiful like always and I couldn’t help it. I can take it out if it creeps you out too much.” His words trailed off on a mumbling mess as he was afraid he scared you off. 

Even more than before. 

“I thought you said Peggy’s photo was in it. Wasn’t it?” This time you were the one getting closer as you pushed back the wet hair away from his face, probably from the shower he’d taken not long after he came back. 

“She was, but then I fell in love with you.” He leaned into your touch as both of your hands cradled his face. 

“You’re my person. My soulmate. My home. I used to be so angry for so long because I had lost everything I ever loved, but it was all just leading me here. Right in this moment with you.” 

You could’ve died happy right then, because the man of your dreams was confessing just on how much he loved you, again. 

“Steven Grant Rogers?” You watched as his eyebrows furrowed at the mention of his full name. “Don’t you ever stop loving me. Ever.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He needed nothing more until he was locking his lips with your own. Commanding dominance from the start, causing you to whimper in response. 

His skillful tongue sliding into your mouth, causing you to moan even more when he picked you up carrying you into his bedroom. 

Before you even realized it, he was recklessly threw you on his bed as he stripped himself down to his boxers. His washboard abs and bulging muscles on full display. 

In a flash, he was right back on you worshipping your body, turning you into a moaning mess. 

Hiking up your red silky dress until it rested on your hips, your pretty pussy glistening already and he had barely touched you. 

Without warning, he slipped two fingers into your warm heat watching as your head flew back. “Oh fuck, daddy.” 

The words went straight to his cock as he pumped his finger in and out of you, leaving you begging for me. 

“Oh, you like when Daddy’s fucking you with his fingers?” You nodded, unable for anything but moaning his name while he added another finger in you. You're hips moving uncontrollably as he was eye level with you. 

Using his free hand, he gripped your jaw forcing you to look at him. “I want you to look at me when you come, princess.” With one swift moment, his thumb rubbed over your clit and you lost it. 

Hearing you cry out beneath him as he pushed you over, screaming out his name as he continued to fuck your through the high. 

“I need to milk your cock, Daddy. I need you to fill me up with your fucking cum.” He threw his boxers to the wind as he let you maneuver yourself on top. 

“C’mon, princess. Let me see you bounce on my cock. Show me how bad you need my cum.” You surely didn’t need to be told twice. 

Grabbing his hard cock by the tip, before rubbing over the tip and a few times before letting yourself to sink down until you bottomed out. 

“You’re so fucking big. Shit.” But Steve didn’t let you take a breather for a moment until he was fucking up into you. Letting you know who was in complete control. 

Until your hands found his hips and you used all your strength to pull almost all the way off of him before sinking roughly on his cock. 

“Shit, princess.” As you whimpered you pushed yourself to bounce on his cock, no matter how much pain came with pleasure.  

“Look at those tits, princess. You’re so fucking hot fucking yourself on Daddy’s cock. Such a good girl.” But then he flipped over pulling himself out of you before manhandling you on all fours. 

Smoothing a hand over your spine, “You’re being such a good girl for Daddy. Let me take care of you.” Wrapping his hand around his thick, cock before finding your slick lower lips. 

Rubbing the tip of cock along your folds, watching your body tremble before him. “Daddy, please.” You whined like a spoiled brat, begging for attention. 

He’d break you of that later. 

But now? He cock was practically dying for a release. 

He slowly pushed himself into you, watching as your ass inches towards him more. Then, he was slamming himself into you so roughly you couldn’t fucking breathe. 

Grabbing you by the hips, he fucked into you like his life depended on it. Admiring you as you took everything you gave him. The second climax hits you more quickly than you thought. 

Steve grabs wraps his arm around you, pulling you up with his cock still thrusting up inside you — chasing his own high. 

“I’m going to need you to cum with me, princess.” As he fucked into, your chest against his own and as you heard the slapping of his balls hitting your ass. 

“Daddy, I can’t. It’s too much.” You shook your head, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer. 

“Milk me, Sweetheart. I’m dying to fill you up baby. Let me cum in this tight pussy.” His fingers finding your clit, sending you over the edge. 

“Yes. Jesus Christ. Don’t fucking stop.” He continued to fuck you senseless as you came. 

“Shit, baby girl. I’m cumming.” Slamming himself hard than before as continued to fuck you into oblivion, his seed filling you up until you the both of you collapsed falling into his soft sheets. 

The two of you just stayed there for a while with his cock buried deep beneath you. Soon, enough he pulled out leaving you empty. 

He jumped out of bed before comping with a wet rag to clean you up, before pulling you into his chest. 

“Okay, I think I might have a Daddy kink.” Making Steve laugh, slightly. 

“Yeah, maybe just a little bit sweetheart, not that I’m complaining.” 

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[hnrywinchester]

As It Was

He was Captain America, he could have anyone he wanted, why would he want her? She was the kind of girl who didn’t deserve a guilt-ridden, baggage-carrying superhuman dragging her down. In the assumption the other had deserved better than anything they’d had to offer, they’d lost so much time.

⍟ Steve Rogers x Reader, set in Infinity War

⍟ 9.2k

⍟ Warnings: smut, angst, mutual pining, getting together

⍟ Part 1 of 2

They’d always had a “thing”. It was unspoken, never acted upon, but always recognized. Everyone knew it, too. Natasha would eye them knowingly when he laughed a little too hard at a joke, and Tony, he never missed the opportunity to nudge and shove Steve in her direction when he caught the Captain staring. Then there was Bruce, always trying his best to skate around the subject in conversation, hoping at least one of them would admit it. They never did. They hid under the guise of friend and colleague, but deep down they—and everyone else—knew it was more.

He was Captain America, the golden boy, he ranked up there with apple pie and baseball in the eyes of the nation, and she was just, no one. Of course, Steve Rogers thought that the sun quite possibly was fueled by her, that once she was gone the world might cease to exist. At least his would.

When the fallout from the Accords happened and he disappeared, he’d done so without a goodbye. Not that she’d thought he owed her one. She was a low level grunt, he was an Avenger, one could argue the leader of them (if Tony wasn’t around). She’d never stood a chance.

Life continued. Within a year, the world had seemingly forgotten about Captain America, but she hadn’t. No one had seen, heard from, even spoken of Steve Rogers, but he’d lived on in her thoughts. She hid in the memories of the soft touches to her shoulder as he’d pass that had evolved to brushes against her lower back, his chest grazing against her. Sometimes, she considered maybe there had been something there when she lie in her barren room tossing and turning in the early morning hours. Those times when she felt her cheeks grow hot as his eyes fell quickly from her when she noticed him staring, his mouth twitching as if he was holding back a smile—were they all in her head? Perhaps it had been real, or perhaps she just missed him more than she should.

Jumping from place to place was exhausting, lonesome, and a painful reminder of the life he wished he had. The life he’d been too afraid to start. With each new seedy motel brought another cold, empty bed and the ghost of the woman he wanted to share it with. Sam was sympathetic, assuring him one day he’d see her again, he’d be able to tell her how he felt. As if she’d be waiting for him. Why would she? She was beautiful and strong, she emitted a light that was unmatched. Any man was a fool not to be entirely enraptured with her. He was a fool. She’d have moved on, if there were even any feelings on her end to move on from.

Natasha knew. She understood. She could always sense when the darkness began to close in, just as he could for her. They’d sit in silence, the cheap booze of choice between them emptying faster than it should, both trapped in their fantasizing loops. Every time the same beginning.

“I know you loved her,” Natasha had said one night, soft and cautious.

“It doesn’t matter either way,” he snapped back, harsher than he intended.

“Sure it does. Ever wish you did something different?”

“I wish I did a lot of things differently.”

When Thanos invaded and Bruce had made contact, Steve’s stomach had dropped. They were under attack in New York. The side mission to retrieve Wanda and Vision had been a whirlwind of nerves and adrenaline. While he’d tried to keep his mind focused on the task at hand, he couldn’t help obliging the nagging dread in the back of his mind that she was hurt, in danger or dead. Surely, Bruce would have warned him. But what if it was something else? What if she was happy, dating some guy who treated her right, who didn’t hide his feelings for years and then fall off the face of the planet? Guilt punched him right in the stomach. Was he really sitting here hoping she was just as miserable as he had been? As much as he wanted to say no, he would never… or did he?

Walking back into the Avengers Compound had his stomach in knots. He wandered his way back to his old room, expecting to find it torn down, back to vacant, but it was the same. Everything was exactly where he’d left it all those years ago. He sighed. His mind couldn’t make up where it wanted to be. This was worse than being on the road, he thought. Being back here, nostalgia cruelly seeping through his brain, infecting it with thoughts of what could have been, this was worse. All those nights he’d imagined her in one of those damp hotel rooms didn’t hold a candle to just how badly he wanted one of those drawers in his dresser to be overflowing with her things. The years away had done nothing but stoke the flames.

The shower was warm, the stream strong enough to break through the outer layer of tension he’d been carrying for years. A perk of living in a Stark facility and not a hostel in the deepest, darkest recesses of the world. He stayed until the water began to run cold, he’d lost track of time, but this room held the fewest memories. He needed quiet, he needed to decompress, to sleep. Clean clothes were another perk, as was the bed calling his name. He sat on the edge, head in his hands, blonde hair falling messily over his fingers. The world needed saving and Captain America might soon be decommissioned, from regret and a broken heart.

“Steve?” a familiar voice rang out from the doorway, he’d almost forgotten what it sounded like, “Is that you?”

Slowly, he lifted his head and there she was. This was no illusion. His heart began pounding in his chest, his throat closing in as his mouth went dry. Her hair was shorter, but everything else had remained the same. Her brows were knit together, inspecting him, looking equally as shell-shocked as he felt. Every muscle screamed at him to run, pull her into his arms and never let her go, it was now or never. His brain won out. His self-loathing and his fears. She wasn’t his, she never had been.

“Hey…” he greeted, and she could hear his exhaustion and exasperation.

“It’s really good to see you,” she exhaled. Was that relief?

“Yeah, you too.”

This was his chance and he was blowing it. Years of playing this moment out second for second and none of them had gone his way. None of them had involved him pushing her away, but they should have. It’s all he’d ever done. This was characteristic and expected.

“Can I come in?” she asked, shifting her weight forward in anticipation of his response.

“Sure,” he replied, perking up.

He stood, resisting his arms seemingly involuntary desire of raising to greet her, instead shoving his hands into the loose pockets of his pants, effectively grounding them from doing anything unwarranted. As she approached, the butterflies took flight. He hadn’t been this nervous since World War II, he didn’t miss it. She came within inches, her own arms held stiffly at her sides as if she too was fighting a similar battle to his own.

“Where have you been?” she inquired quietly, her eyes scanning his face, taking in the change in his appearance, “You look so different…”

“Everywhere and nowhere,” he laughed, surprised at the ease washing over him. She always did have that effect, “not many good barbers out where I was hiding…”

“I like it. It suits you.”

A smile broke through, a real one, for the first time in years. His eyes fell away bashfully; it was amazing just how quickly she could make his knees weak. Reason was lost, and in the momentary lapse of control his hand had reached out, sliding gently onto her hip. She was warm beneath his palm, heat flowing through his veins as he pressed his fingertips slightly deeper. It was too late to turn back now. As he anticipated a slap across his cheek, he was surprised when her hand laid gently onto his chest, her eyes following her fingers as she curled them against the fabric. He cursed the thin layer of cotton for existing. For a moment, he swore she saw her lower lip quivering, her eyes blinking four times rapidly, as if she was pushing back tears.

“I um..” she began, voice shaking, “it’s nice to have you back, Cap.”

Cap. Whatever euphoria he was feeling quickly dropped. He was glad his eyes were already directed at the floor, there was nothing that could hide the sadness that was no doubt taking them over. Fingers grazed down her side as his hand fell away, it was too good to be true. It always had been. He was Captain America, Avenger, soldier, nothing more.

“Yeah, it’s nice to be back,” he sighed curtly, his tone firmer, ready to snap back into the persona that had become expected of him.

“I missed you.”

The words were barely discernible, but he didn’t dare ask her to repeat them, in fear she’d redact them. Dragging her lower lip through her teeth nervously, she moved her fingers against his chest again—it was almost intimate. The simple, small gesture sent a shiver down his spine. Their eyes locked again. This time, the walls had fallen, and vulnerability swam in their gazes.

“I missed you, too,” he sighed, taking in her touch and the way she was looking at him. His imagination had done her no justice.

A breathy laugh escaped her lips and it was then that he could see the tears pooling in her lower lids glistening in the dim lighting. She was the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a long while. He took a chance, cupping one side of her face in his hand, his breath hitching when she leaned her head into his palm, eyes closing as she slowly blinked in what looked like comfort. One tear escaped, and reflexively he swiped it with his thumb, wondering how many nights she’d cried for him while he was gone. As many as he had? When his hand reached up to cover hers he expected her to pull it away, but instead her fingers laced with his, holding him to her. He was star struck, in awe of the eyes gazing up at him so filled with reverence and adoration. He could hear his heart beating, feel the pounding of it in his ears. The world washed away and he leaned his head down, capturing her bottom lip between his, and his groan of relief as she pressed closer to him vibrated through them both.

It took every modicum of self control he had to not grab her and release all of the pent up longing he’d been harboring. When he pulled away, she leaned up, pressing her lips to his again, and he knew in that moment she’d felt every second of pain he had these past years. He hadn’t made it all up, it wasn’t a figment of an overactive and lonely imagination; she’d missed him just as he’d missed her. All those little instants he’d remembered so vividly, they were real. The passing glances and fleeting touches, they could have been this. His stomach churned at the thought of all the wasted time, the nights and mornings that could have been. Was it too late to start now?

Their mouths moved with each other effortlessly, slow and searching, but he needed more.

“Tell me what you want,” he told her, lips swollen and breath ragged.

“I just want you,” she answered, voice hoarse, eyes still closed as she pressed her forehead against his, “all of you.”

That was all he needed to hear. He dove back in, intentional and pleading, one arm wrapping tightly around her waist as his hand slid from her cheek to lock into the hair on the side of her head. As he pulled her flush to him her arms wrapped around his middle, clinging to him like she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life. It felt like she had. His tongue slid deftly between her lips and she welcomed each brush and pass of it against her own exuberantly. There was no fight for dominance, it was just them, together, finally.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered, voice husky as he pulled away to look at her, needing to see her, see how he affected her. Maybe it was egotistical, but he’d dreamed of making her fall apart for far too many years to not perform when given the chance.

“Oh I think I do,” she confessed, chest heaving, “why’d we wait so long?”

They laughed, but deep down they knew there was nothing funny about it. It was years of bad decisions, self-deprecation and fear. He was Captain America, he could have anyone he wanted, why would he want her? She was the kind of girl who didn’t deserve a guilt-ridden, baggage-carrying superhuman dragging her down. In the assumption the other had deserved better than anything they’d had to offer, they’d lost so much time. Now, the world was threatened, who knew what lie ahead, but for tonight, they were here.

Gently, he grabbed her hands, leading her to the bed. As much as they’d both wanted this, nervousness began to take over. He sat first, pulling her to stand between his knees, and even sitting he was still almost level with her face. Her breath was shaky as she stared at him, her fingers raising to trace over his cheek and in that moment he’d never felt more… loved. As she mapped his jaw, he turned slightly, pressing her palm to his lips gently, silently urging her on. He was hers for the taking. Reclaiming his kiss, her arms draped loosely around his neck; they learned as much as they could. What caused that sharp intake of her breath? Which motion caused his fingers to dig a little further into the soft skin of her hips? Their pace quickened, and before they knew it shirts had been discarded and pants wrestled off and she pulled away just enough to marvel at the sight before her.

He was every bit of the superhero she’d imagined he’d be. Muscle dipped and curved around his torso, strong, thick arms branching out, she felt inadequate and small in front of him. Sensing her insecurity, he pulled her into his chest, her knees now resting on either side of him as she nestled into his lap.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose in the hollow behind her ear, “even more perfect than I imagined you to be.”

The thought of him longing for any of this had her stomach tightening, “Imagining what exactly?” she pressed, desire overtaking her brain.

“Why don’t I show you?”

This wasn’t real, she was passed out on a desk somewhere, she had to be. Yet as he turned, lifting her easily before laying her head onto his pillow, the feel of his forearms pressing into her back as his beard scratched against her chin when his lips returned to her own screamed that this wasn’t a dream. Just as quickly as he’d began, he abandoned her kiss-drunk mouth in favor of exploring the new, uncharted territory he’d uncovered, needing to feel and taste as much of her as he could. He traveled down her jaw to her throat and while he never intended to lose himself, he had, leaving a trail of small purple welts in his wake. His cheeks burned red as he pulled away, his eyes darting to her face as he expected to see her horrified and angry, but she wasn’t. Her fingers tangled into his hair and began to scratch soothingly at his scalp, freeing his concerns to return to his task. As he moved downwards, worshipping every scar and freckle, his hands exploring whatever his lips could not, he felt her slowly begin to relax.

When his fingers finally pressed against her throbbing clit, she seized, trying haplessly to not trap his head between her legs as he peppered soft, fleeting kisses to her inner thighs. This was sensory overload, every inch of her burned and ached, and he was too close and too far at the same time. Firmly, she wrapped her fingers into his long hair, thanking whatever circumstances had led to him growing it out, and pulled his face back to hers, sloppily shoving her tongue into his mouth. The time for sensuality was over.

Not needing any words, he understood. Her riled state was like a drug, and watching her lose control by his hand might never get old, he thought. He hoped he’d get to do it again and again for the rest of his life. The thin sheen of sweat that had formed across her skin had her practically glowing, Her thighs were spread wide, giving him complete freedom and access, and when he thrust his middle finger deep inside of her, the way her mouth opened in a breathless, silent scream was something straight out of his fantasies. She writhed and tensed beneath him, the brush of her skin against him as she arched sent goosebumps in its wake, one small part of him wanted to stay here in this moment forever. He could care less that he was untouched; seeing her face contorted by pleasure was enough for him, but soon she wanted more.

Winding her arms around his neck she pulled him parallel to her flushed body, wrapping her legs around his waist as she stared up into his icy, blue eyes. His blond hair fell forward, brushing gently into her face and it was his turn to unravel. He pressed in slowly, savoring every inch as he slid inside of her, his eyes clamped shut as he tried his best to keep himself together. When their hips finally met, his cock buried inside her completely, he paused. He was trembling, years of pent up sexual frustration and longing cursing to ruin this moment, but he’d be damned if it did.

“You okay?” he asked, kissing hard before she could respond.

“Yeah,” she whined, wiggling her hips, urging him forward.

Of course he obliged. Keeping an even, steady pace was much harder than he recalled it being, or maybe it was just her making self control a near impossible feat, but he managed.  Her moans and whimpers were the most intoxicating sounds that he’d ever heard, the thought alone that he himself was doing this to her was addicting and astonishing. But when his name fell from her lips in a blissed sigh, he was ruined. It flitted into his ears like the sweetest symphony, and his head fell forward into the crook of her neck as he groaned, eyes snapping shut as he let his other senses take over. He felt her hot, wet heat surrounding him, listened for her raspy breathing as the sweet smell of her perfume wafted into his nose. Her fingers were digging into the taut muscles of his back, thighs clenching around him as her impending release built up stronger and stronger.

“Steve...” she whined again, having enjoyed the first reaction. The second didn’t disappoint.

His desperate moan fell hot against her throat, his pace growing faster as he fought to please her. One of the most powerful men to ever grace the earth was reduced to a panting, quivering mess, exposed and raw, as he gave himself to her. All of him. When the true significance of the moment settled into her head, it was like her nerves revved into overdrive.

As much as neither wanted this to end, the pressure was becoming unbearable. His teeth were clenched as he tried to push it back, the muscles of her stomach and thighs tightening as she clung to him for dear life and then, their dams broke simultaneously. A high-pitched moan rang free from his chest as he pulled out at just the right moment, spilling across her stomach, his free hand reaching down to ensure she rode her ecstasy for as long as possible. Panting, he fought to keep his eyes open, to watch her pleasure fueled squirms and hear the soft, restrained noises trickling free from her throat. Never in his life had he ever felt so satisfied, so light and free. It wasn’t the sex, this was more than that. It had been the comfort of being safely sheathed inside her body that she’d willingly given to him, her arms wrapped around him holding him close. He felt… normal.

The fog in her head began to clear and she could hear her heaving breaths as she came back down. She could feel his warmth radiating from above her, his weight dipping her further into the mattress than usual. He was all-consuming, and she was content with the fact that she wanted to be his. She always had. There was no right way to bridge that subject, what if this was a one time thing? Returning from life on the run had to be taxing, bizarre, disorienting, perhaps he just needed something to ground himself. Someone to ease him back into life as he’d once known it, and she’d happened to stumble upon him at the right moment.

“I think you need a shower now, doll, sorry about that…” he chuckled, his voice snapping her fully back to reality.

Doll. A normal despiser of pet names, she felt her stomach jump at his words. Lazily, his mouth pressed against hers again, he was clearly just as spent as she was. She returned his gesture just as slow, running her hand along the length of his arm, feeling the flex of his bicep as he shifted above her.

“Wish my room wasn’t so far,” she nervously faltered, hoping the statement was enough to let him know she was ready to be told to leave.

“Your room? I have a shower ten feet away,” he replied, his face twisting into amusement.

“I didn’t think you’d want me to stay…”

“Of course I want you to stay. What kinda guy do you take me for, huh?”

His smile could light the darkest night, she was almost certain. Always genuine and toothy, fine lines crinkling the outer corners as it reached eyes. She loved the rare moments when he was carefree and unburdened and never once did she think it would be her that would pull out one of those heart-stopping grins. Quickly, he pressed his lips to her forehead, instructing her to join him when she was ready, and after a few moments to compose her rampant thoughts, she did.

When Natasha went to find Steve a few hours later, a knowing smile tugged at her lips as she slowly pushed the door open after receiving no response. The pair was soundly asleep, Steve on his back, his arm protectively wrapped around her small figure nestled into his side. It had only taken him a few years, but he’d finally gotten the courage to go for it. For a moment she wondered just how much of it was his doing, and how much was the others. She assumed it was the latter.

“Good for you, Steve,” she smiled under her breath, closing the door quietly behind her.

The next morning, her eyes were greeted by a very unfamiliar glow—the sun. Typically, she never made it much past dawn, so waking to a subtle orange glow burning through the thin skin of her eyelids was foreign, as was the firm, hot surface she was laying on. It took a moment to regain her thoughts, the events of the past night flooding back as her eyes fluttered open to the sight of the man she’d spent it with. He was still out cold, his mouth slightly open as he rest, and she knew he needed it. Without even thinking, her fingers began running up and down the expanse of his smooth, pale skin, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek lulling her right back into a serene dream state. Before long, she felt him stir beneath her, his head turning to rest against hers, fingers drawing absent-minded circles along her back as he roused slowly from the best sleep he’d had since the ice.

“Morning,” he greeted, his voice still heavy with sleep, one side of his mouth ticked up in a smirk.

“Hey,” she breathed, replaying every action that brought her here to waking up in his arms.

“Sleep okay?’

“Mhmm, you?”

“Better than I have in a long time.”

His openness surprised her. Despite this entire thing being brand new, he had no restraints in letting her know how much he wanted her there with him.

“Me too,” she admitted before pushing herself up to lay a sweet, simple kiss on his lips.

Bruce came knocking seconds later, a happy smile settling onto his face at the discovery of them together. He’d known all along that this was where they’d both wanted to be, making the news he bore even harder to deliver. It was time to go. With the fate of the universe held in the balance, there was no time for slow, lazy mornings. Not yet, but Steve would be damned if he didn’t fight with everything he had so there would be.

“You coming?” he inquired, pulling her further into his embrace, “We could use all hands on deck.”

That wasn’t a question she’d been expecting. Never once had she ever anticipated going on mission with the Avengers, especially one of this caliber. Steve had given her a summary as they’d laid in bed the night before, explaining what bits and pieces he’d collected himself. He’d tried his best to sound confident and ready, but she could hear the waver in his voice. This opponent was nothing like they’d ever seen before, with a mission far more sinister than any other.

“You want me to go?” she doubted, feeling like her presence would be a distraction, a risk.

“I do,” he cooed, “I want you with me… not because I don’t think you can protect yourself, because you can… it’s just, I spent years… wishing, and now that you’re here, I… I’m sorry, I’m… idealizing here...”

“Steve…” she began, seeing in his eyes he had the same doubts she’d had the night before, “I’m here.”

She meant it, and she knew he did too. Despite this being new, it felt like they’d been here forever. Maybe it was years of wishing for it or visions of the other and what could have been at every near-death experience, but this felt comfortable, routine, complete. Their mouths found the other again, this time purposeful and heated, he didn’t want to leave without again showing her how much he’d prayed for this to whatever or whoever might be out there listening.

“Everyone is waiting…” she breathed out, reaching between them to grab his stiffening erection, mission be damned.

“Let them wait another ten minutes,” he growled, pulling her on top of him.

In one quick stroke he filled her, bottoming out as she easily slide down the length of him, her mouth hanging open as their foreheads met. She rode him to completion, throwing inhibitions to the wind, showing him just how good he made her feel. If they were heading into a battle where they were outmatched and outgunned, there would be no regrets. He let her have her way with him, use him to get herself off, and he watched in awe. Sweat-soaked hair covered her forehead, and he pushed it from her eyes, needing to see her falling apart for him; he was going to remember this until the day he died. Once she was spent, she collapsed on top of him, whispering how badly she wanted to feel him and his primal urges took over. With one quick flip she was beneath him, his hips crashing into hers in desperation, soft, grunting moans filling the room until he sighed in utter relief as he came. Leaving this bed was going to be a challenge, but losing her would be worse.

The flight to Wakanda was filled with nerves. No one spoke. Steve sat in the back of the jet on his own while she rekindled with Natasha, her mentor and trainer for many years. Nat didn’t broach the subject of Steve, not wanting her to know she’d seen them the night before, but she could see a difference in her pupil’s eye. They were brighter, more filled with life and purpose. Steve gave her purpose, and Nat knew that protecting her would always be his will to persevere.

When the battle ensued, they were quickly separated. She found out the hard way that this was far above her pay grade. Her heart pounded as she lie panting on the ground, the carnage ensuing around her. Tears burned against her eyes as she watched the Wakandans falling, the alien creatures swarming faster than they could keep up.

“Get up, doll,” Steve encouraged as he knelt beside her from out of nowhere, “you can do it. I know you can.”

Nodding, she let him pull her to her feet, his hand gripping behind her head as he pulled her in for a quick kiss—he couldn’t resist. With a stern instruction to stay safe and alert, he was gone, the arrival of Thor pulling his attention away. His words gave her strength, and she picked up her weapon and went back to work.

“Somebody get to Vision!” Steve screamed into the earpiece firmly placed in her ear and she took off in a run back towards the tower.

Unknowing of what exactly she was walking into, she was glad to see Bruce had already arrived, but her stomach dropped when he was quickly thrown from the scene, at least taking one of Thanos’ creatures with him. Embarrassingly, she hid as she watched Vision struggle against his adversary, but she knew there was nothing she could do. She prayed someone else was coming. Wanda had responded but had yet to appear, and her mind wandered to just who they may have lost in the crossfires.

When Steve came sprinting from the side, she sighed in relief. He hadn’t seen her, but had commanded Vision to run, whose eyes immediately fell to her in her hiding place and then returned to the fight. He knew she’d been there all along and her face burned in shame. Turning her attention back to the fight she watched as Steve was tossed around like a rag doll, and she froze in fear. Her brain screamed at her to help him, but her muscles were paralyzed as she watched the man she loved, a man she thought invincible, being slowly choked to death before her eyes.

Vision calling her name softly peaked her attention, his finger pointing to the alien scepter that had been tossed near her left hand. She grabbed it, Vision’s small nod urging her forward and she ran, a guttural scream rattling through her bones as she shoved it straight through the Captain’s attacker in one fell stroke, every ounce of strength even she didn’t know she had pushing out through her hands. Steve’s eyes went wide as the blade jutted out from the chest inches from his face, as he was unsure if the blade was friend or foe. His lungs were fighting to regain lost air, and he pushed himself to the side as the body of his assailant fell forward, revealing his savior. She fell to her knees beside him, grabbing his face in her hands as she assessed him, a tear sliding from the outer corner of her eye.

“You’re okay,” she stated, more telling herself than him, “you’re okay.”

“Atta girl…” he sighed in relief, pulling her into his chest, the shields attached to his arms making the embrace awkward but they didn’t care, “I need you to hide. I need you hide, darlin’. Okay?”

“What?” she scoffed, turning to look at him and she could see the terror that had fallen over his face.

“I can’t lose you.”

Simple. Honest. She understood. Nodding, she kissed him, tasting the dirt on his lips. Vision’s scream from where he lay with Wanda at his side interrupted their brief, stolen moment. Thanos was coming. She watched as Steve transformed right back into Captain America, his face hardening and his back straightening. This was it. This was the end.

“Go,” he commanded, and she knew there was no point in arguing.

She couldn’t pull herself to go far, she needed him in her sight. The scene unfolding before her eyes was like nothing any of them could have predicted. They’d never stood a chance. Thanos walked through them all without so much as a scratch. When Steve had been knocked to the ground, his body unmoving on the forest floor, she ran to him. She didn’t care that the tyrant was still walking free among them, she didn’t care that she could easily be snapped in two, all she saw was him, lying limp on the ground, and that was all that mattered. Thankfully, she went undetected as she turned him over, trying to keep her sobs in check to keep attention off of her.

“Steve?” she whimpered, “Steve? Wake up…”

As her eyes darted from his unconscious form, to Wanda and Vision, to Thanos, she heard him groan.

“I thought I told you… to hide…” he grimaced, holding his side.

“Yeah… I don’t listen very well…” she teased, lacing her one hand’s fingers with his on his ribs, the other brushing his hair that had fallen into his eyes, “you gotta get up, come on.”

With her help, he pushed himself to a seated position and their attention was grabbed by the events unfolding. Wanda had effectively destroyed the stone, and Vision in the process, but the couple watched in horror as Thanos turned back time with no more than a simple turn of his wrist, before ripping the final stone from the revived Vision’s head. Steve’s arms wrapped around her, there was nothing left they could do. Their heads turned, foreheads pressing to one another as they shared what they assumed to be their final moment.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, feeling his failure, “For everything.”

“You know, I think I love you, Steve Rogers,” she confessed finally, a weight lifting from her shoulders as she kissed the tip of his nose.

“I do know. I do.”

Before he could kiss her again, the arrival of Thor sent a ripple of hope through the discarded heroes, his axe plunging deep in Thanos’ chest, but it was too little too late. Thanos snapped his fingers before disappearing, and with his last surge of energy Steve jumped to his feet and ran towards the scene, her hot on his heels.

“Where’d he go?” Steve asked, desperate and exasperated as he searched, “Thor… where’d he go?”

“Steve,” Bucky called from the right, and they watched as the Winter Soldier dissolved into dust.

He ran, kneeling down and running his fingers over the ash that was his best friend, his stomach dropping as his vision started to tunnel. He was gone, without a trace, his weapon discarded on the ground as if he’d never existed at all. Others followed in Bucky’s path, the pain of loss becoming palpable as members of their team disappeared. Steve pushed himself to standing, running and pulling her into his arms, his eyes frantic as his chest heaved. Not her, too. Please not her. They gripped each other tightly, squeezing to the point of dull pain as they waited in agony for their fates.

“Please no,” she whimpered, “stay.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, doll. Okay? Look at me,” he directed, keeping his own fears suppressed, “look at me…”

He didn’t care who was watching. He dove in, kissing her hard and bruising, and in any other circumstances it would have been cause for celebration. But not today. Their remaining friends watched on as Captain America, their leader, their friend, their family, clung to the person he loved, his eyes pinched shut as he kissed her like it was the last time. No one knew yet if it was. It wasn’t happy, it was heartbreaking. They sat painfully still, hoping if maybe they didn’t move, it increased their chances of life, their foreheads pressed together, breath mingling between them.

Hearts began to settle as time passed, the snap had seemingly done its work, and Steve kissed her again. Slower this time, thankful and pained. Somehow, they’d both made it out alive, but instead of a wave of relief, he was pummeled by guilt and failure. All those lives lost, they were on him. This was his loss, and trillions suffered because of it.

“Steve…” she fretted, seeing the emotions playing across his face, cupping his jaw in her hand, “hey…”

“It should have been me,” he mourned, and her expression fell.

“No. Don’t you dare…”

Leave it to him to shoulder every modicum of blame. Alone, he walked off and no one followed. She stood back with the remaining group, too shocked by his words to think clearly. He wished it was him that had dissipated to nothing. All she wanted to bury herself into his embrace, but he was gone. Nat’s hand found her shoulder in comfort, but she couldn’t let her tears free around them. Not without Steve.

“Whatever happens next, don’t give up on him,” Nat insisted, her voice low enough for only her to hear, “He needs you, whether he wants to admit it or not.”

“Do you know where he went?” she asked, looking off in the direction walked off in.

“If I had to guess, Bucky’s cabin.”

His feet couldn’t carry him fast enough as he ran through the forest, the branches whipping at his face, but he couldn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel anything. When he reached the tiny cottage he was thankful it had remained unscathed in the attacks. His hand lingered on the door, fighting himself between needing to see it and knowing it was only going to make everything worse. Leaving Bucky here had been one of his most difficult decisions, but he knew it had been the best one. Being on the run had left no opportunity to come into Wakanda. Despite T’Challa’s promises that he would be safe there, he couldn’t risk it. Couldn’t risk the other people that had depended on him. Three of which were now dead. Thanks to him.

Screaming, he threw the closest object, a table, to the opposite end of the small hut, his anger boiling his blood. Before he could wrangle it in, he was in a complete destructive rage. Furniture flung around the room as he bellowed and roared, and holes in the wall appeared from his fists when something hadn’t been close enough to grab. His cheeks were flushed, head drenched with sweat, hair falling wildly into his eyes. He was a man crazed.

Finally, once all but the bed lay in ruins, he fell to his knees and let his tears flow freely. He wondered which of his decisions had led to this, which of his errors had been the catalyst for annihilation. Damn if he hadn’t tried, maybe if he hadn’t run, maybe if he’d agreed with Tony on the Accords or realized HYDRA’s infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D. sooner… The possibilities were endless and his mind couldn’t stop racing.

“Steve…” she called as she approached, not wanting to join the broken and shattered contents of the house.

“How long have you been here?” he asked, his voice cold and flat. Not that it mattered, the evidence of his destruction was surrounding him.

“Long enough.”

Certainly now she’d want nothing to do with him, and then he truly would have lost everything. His head hung in shame as she stopped in front of him, and when her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into her chest, he sighed. She held him until his breathing slowed and his heart rate returned to normal. Her suit smelled like the Earth and ash, a stark reminder to the hell she’d been put through at his request. He’d asked to come here. He put her in danger over his selfish need to have her close. How different was he from any other villain? Risking the people he loved for himself.

“You’re a good man,” she told him, “Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Not even yourself.”

“This was a mistake,” he replied, and she wasn’t sure what he was referring to.

“What was?”

“Wrapping you up into my messes.”

“I made my choice.”

“You made the wrong one.”

“It was still mine to make.”

Her unwavering faith and devotion for him should have made his heart soar, but at the moment all he could see was her dead on the floor. It was the inevitable end, he knew it was. Everyone he’d ever loved had been lost. Why for one second did he think he wasn’t going to ruin her as well?

“Do you want me to love you, Steve?” she pressed and he could feel her eyes boring into him, yet he didn’t dare meet her gaze, “Or is it easier if you just think I hate you?”

“I don’t know,” he answered, and he didn’t.

“If none of this matters to you then fine-‘

“I never said it didn’t matter.”

It mattered. It was the most important thing in his world. She was everything, and he was nothing. He didn’t deserve her love, he didn’t deserve anyone’s. Half of life had just ceased to exist thanks to him and his failures, and it was by some grace from a higher power that she had survived; she deserved to remain untainted by him.

An uncomfortable silence settled as she waited for him to make a decision, her cheeks growing hot as she fought back her tears. She was exhausted, mentally and physically. Losing him now would be far too much to bear and she had to fight. Nat’s words played over in her head, and she knew the hardest battle would be breaking through his own thoughts. His head turned to peer at her and he looked lost. His face was red and blotchy, eyes heavy and dark with guilt and blame and she was certain she’d never loved anyone more. Not that it mattered. He was checked out, receded back behind the walls of a responsibility no one man should have to carry alone.

“This was not your fault,” she stated strongly, placing her hands on either side of his face.

His silence spoke louder than any words could have.

“Tell me to leave,” she commanded, letting her hands fall from his face. She needed to hear him say it.

He couldn’t, it would be a lie to the highest order, and despite it all, he couldn’t lie to her. Even if it was the right thing to do, to save her from himself, he couldn’t do it.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he cried, unable to keep his pain from surfacing in his voice.

“What do you want then?” she asked him, and he wished her hands were still softly cradling his jaw, his head was throbbing and he felt as if he was about to collapse.

What did he want? He wanted to go back in time, fix his mistakes, kill Thanos, kiss her seven years ago when life was easier and time was infinite. He wanted to throw her against that wall and fuck her until he was drowning in her, his brain numb and focused only on the way it felt to be buried inside of her. He wanted sleep, a shower, a hug… The list droned on as he felt his eyes getting heavy, the events of the day catching up to him, his adrenaline finally faltering.

“I don’t know,” he told her again, his uncertainty in himself was making her ache, “but I don’t want you to leave. Even though I think you should.”

“I’m not leaving,” she affirmed, walking away from him to sit on the bed.

“Your call.”

With a gentle pat on the bed beside her, she beckoned him over, and he obeyed. She was a pillar of strength, the eye of the storm and the home he’d been searching for his entire life. Her arm guided him to his side, his head laid gently in her lap. When her fingers began gently raking through his hair, he felt the knot in his chest loosen ever so slightly. Watching him unravel before her eyes was a form of cruel and unusual punishment, she’d spent too long wishing for this and fear had infiltrated her thoughts. He would be lost before they’d even began.

They sat in silence, the room going dark as the sun set, but neither moved.

“It should have been me,” he whimpered as the last of the light dipped below the Wakanda tree line, his body tensing as he spoke the words.

“Well, it wasn’t,” she confirmed, “and is this how you want to use the time you’ve been given?”

“I don’t know what I want, I don’t know what to do, I don’t…. know. I don’t know.”

“Stop saying that and think, Steve. The first thing that comes to mind, say it.”

“I want to go back.”

“You can’t.”

“I want to go home.”

“Okay. Let’s go home.”

The Compound wasn’t the same. No one made eye contact, mumbled greetings in passing were the only words anyone spoke. Steve had insisted she stay in his room with him, but she wasn’t sure why. He was a shell of his former self, barely there and functioning. He never slept, he never ate, he was too busy searching the universe for signs of Thanos or Tony Stark, both which had disappeared without a trace. Every day he came up empty. Some nights he’d oblige her with quick, detached sex. She wasn’t sure if he was just going through the motions of what she expected of him, or if the release was just something he needed to reset his brain. Still, every night she fell asleep alone in his bed, staring at the empty left side. She didn’t dare bring it up, either, knowing it would only work to wreck him further. She just persevered, hoping that after time he’d return to his normal self, or at least wake from this trance he’d set himself into.

Every so often, when he walked by her, his hand would drift to her hip, his lips tugging into a sad smile. He knew what he was doing, but the awareness of his shortcomings wasn’t enough to make him change. He was all-consumed. She was quiet, and he didn’t know if it was a result of the state of the world, or him. When he slipped into bed in the wee hours of the morning, her hair fanned out along his pillow, her face at ease as she slept, he told himself it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. Yet he never found the courage to pull her into his chest like he so desperately wanted to, hold her close as he had the night before the world fell to ashes. Maybe because, deep down, he knew he was breaking her beyond repair.

“Steve?” she had called out one day as he’d been at his usual post, staring at the blinking maps, hoping that one day something or someone would pop out at him. It had been twenty one days of nothing, hope was dwindling.

“Hey,” he greeted quietly, his gaze not even turning to her.

“Can you… give me a few minutes?”

“What do you mean?”

“I miss you…”

“I haven’t left.”

If he’d ever wished to take words back, those were the ones. The response was cold and shallow. He knew what she’d meant, and he’d just… disregarded it.

“Do you even want me around?” she asked, her voice thick with the tears she was holding back, “because I can go…”

Hearing her say it was like a punch to his chest, so why couldn’t he answer her? Reassure her, take her hands and pull her into his arms. He wanted it, she wanted it, but he remained still. After a few seconds of his silence, she took it as his answer, nodding once before heading back to his room. No doubt to collect her things and leave. You know, I think I love you, Steve Rogers replayed in his head, those had been her dying words. When for a moment she thought the world was ending, she’d confessed her love for him with her final breaths, and this was how he thanked her, how he showed her he felt exactly the same way.

Love was a funny thing. It didn’t make sense or obey the laws of reason. It was messy and dirty and painful, but as Steve rounded the corner to see her slowly taking her clothes out of that drawer he’d left empty all those years, he knew that he’d let her destroy him if it would only make her feel better. She was one step from being gone and finally his priorities shifted. It wasn’t good that it had taken this drastic of a threat to get him to see the error in his ways, he knew that, but he couldn’t let her walk out that door.

As she threw her things into a neat pile on the floor, tears falling down her reddened face, out of nowhere a pair of hands turned her around, pushing her up against the nearest wall. The bright blue eyes she’d been desperate to see stared back at her, inches away, and she didn’t know whether to respond with fear or passion. He was pinning her gently enough that if she wanted to leave, she could, his chest heaving, eyebrows furrowed and she wished she could hear the conversation happening in his head. Her hands trembled as she fought the urge to grab his waist and bury her face into his chest. He’d already rejected her once, why try again?

When she didn’t protest his nearness, he pushed forward, gripping under her thighs and lifting her around his waist, his mouth crashing down onto hers rough and fueled by regret. His tongue dove between her parted lips, her own welcoming him in, and his nerves quieted for a moment. Maybe it wasn’t already too late. It didn’t take long before his pants were pulled down and hers had disappeared, her body wrapped around him as he slammed into her over and over, desperate and starved. He couldn’t help the throaty moans that fell from his mouth against her neck with each slam of his hips against hers, apologies and professions mixed in as he tried to give her everything he had. She was virtually silent, her hands gripping him for dear life as her head flew further and further into the clouds.

“Y’feel so good,” he whimpered, “I’m sorry, darlin’, I’m sorry.” He hoped she believed him.

She came once, twice, three times, each more powerful than the last. Between his fingers, mouth and the ravaging pace he fucked her with, she was a goner. It made her wonder if this was the last time. If it was, at least he was making it memorable. She’d have the bruises to remind her for at least a week. Finally, his hips sputtered, head falling to the wall beside hers, sweaty and flushed. How was she ever supposed to get over him when this image of his satiated, blissed face would be seared into her brain forever?

“I want you to stay,” he insisted, pressing his forehead to her temple, her body frozen with shock, “I want you to stay.”

“Okay,” she assured, locking her fingers into his hair, and for the first time in a long time, he held her.

Face buried into the crook of her neck, arms around her waist, she felt his silent promise to be better. When he lifted his eyes to look at her, his gaze searching her face for signs of forgiveness, she smiled. One last chance, she didn’t need to say it. There was only so much pain a person was willing to subject themselves to for the sake of love, and she’d endured more than her share at his expense. He thought back to his actions over the previous three weeks, how he’d pushed her further and further away each passing day and she had stayed faithful, patient and present. He didn’t deserve her, but she didn’t deserve to hurt from his own deprecation, it wasn’t her burden to bear. She’d chosen him and now, he realized, he needed to covet that decision. It wasn’t made lightly or easily. She’d fought for this against time, aliens and even he himself.

“I love you,” he finally said, and her eyes snapped shut. Finally, confirmation.

That night he crawled into bed beside her, clutching her close as they drifted to sleep, his mind quieting long enough to allow a few solid hours. He woke feeling like a new man. He stayed in bed until her eyes fluttered open, her fingers caressing against his chest in the most endearing of ways.

“What did you want to do today?” he asked, pulling a surprised look from the woman nestled against him. Today, and everyday hereafter, would be theirs.

The question was futile. The universe had other plans. As she showered, getting ready for a day of what was supposed to be a new beginning, a new superhuman had appeared looking for Nick Fury. She was the other end of the mysterious pager that had been bestowed upon them from who they had assumed had belonged to the man she was searching for. Now they knew. Fury had been hiding his knowledge of this woman for years. No one knew a thing, or if she could even be trusted, until she promised to find the missing Tony Stark, if he was still out there, and bring him home. Then they had no choice but to believe.

When “Carol” had left, Steve looked to her with a deep sadness in his eyes. The world as it was came first, it always would.

“Just… be in bed by ten…” she teased, pressing herself against into his side, his arms wrapping around her.

He smirked as he kissed her forehead, “It’s a date.”

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[mariusslonelysoul]

My opinion on multi-fandom ships

Cause i've seen some people do this and honestly I have nothing better to do

Tablet Guardians: Idek when I started shipping them, but idk they're so cute 10/10

Jedtavious: I mean, they're so married and pure 12/10

Percabeth: they were my first -literary- OTP! 12/10

Solangelo: kinda hated at the beggining, not gonna lie, but I love them so much now 13/10

Frazel: cinnamon rolls 10/10

Jasper: cute but not a fan 7/10

Caleo: why not 8/10

Pernico: sorry but no 2/10

Perachel: nO 0/10

Johnlock: OTP definitely 20/10

Mystrade: why not 6/10

Captain Swan: okay, I'm still on season 6, but they are just so good to each other 10/10

Jily: they're the definition of pure 15/10

Wolfstar: not a hardcore shipper, but I understand the appeal 8/10

Ronks/Remadora: yES 20/10 Also, they are NOT dead :)

Hinny: highschool sweethearts, and I don't understand why some people hate it? 10/10

Romione: tbh? Not my favourite 7/10

Fremione: now THIS is more my cup of tea 15/10

Dramione: in the cannon? Nope. In an AU? Maybe 9/10 (in an au)

Hadric: I mean, they would be so cute together, and also I wrote a fanfic so 9/10

Drarry: cannonicaly it'd be pretty toxic but in an AU they're not that bad 5/5

Deamus: they are cannon, but as we know Harry isn't exactly observant 12/10

Snily: bitch -10/10

Perciver: once again, why not 8/10

Harmione: please, no 0/10

Huna and Linny: either way, really cute, love Luna 8/10

Quirrelmort: in AVPM, obviously 10/10

Scorbus: didn't ship them while reading, but once again the fandom made me do it 9/10

Pepperony: tbh hate the name, but they are just so nice together 10/10

IronStrange: idk why but I can see them together 9/10

Stony: nOPE -4/10

Stucky: they are soulmates AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND 12/10

Steggy: Peggy is a queen and I did ship them at first, but now not really 5/10

Brucetasha: I like them, okay? Don't judge me 9/10

TaserTricks: I love Darcy, I love Loki, and I love TaserTricks 10/10

Spideychelle: we haven't seen them together yet, but I guess I see them happening 9/10

Thorki: not an incest fan 0/10

Thruce: nah 2/10

Chidi and Eleanor: their relationship is so nice and pure and good I just 12/10

Peraltiago: they deserve and love each other so much I literally wanna cry 12/10

Victuuri: (I forgot about them when I first wrote this, sorry guys) What can I say about them? Their love is so pure yet hilarious? And they are actually cannon!?!? 20/10

#marvel #i love fictional characters way too much #brooklyn 99 #peraltiago #amy santiago #jake peralta #stucky #bucky barnes #stever rogers #captain america #winter soldier #ironstrange #tony stark #iron man #dr strange #what am i doin with my life #it's 3 am #tablet guardians #ahk #ahkmenrah #larry daley #night at the museum #natm #jedtavious #pepperony #pepper pots #captain swan #fremione #hadric #ronks

[haven-in-writing]

The end of love

Summary: Summers in New York are magical. It’s a time for new beginnings and adventures. This new beginning is coming to an end, whether you like it or not.

Warnings: angst, sad feelings, maybe language?

Pairing: Steve x reader

Listen to The End Of Love by Florence + the machines

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The rain was pouring down hard, sticking to your warm skin, leaving trails of tears that kissed your skin. You had hoped you were dreaming, that what was happening was some cruel nightmare. That this wasn’t the end of your love. His beautiful blue eyes bore into your soul. They caressed the deepest parts of your heart, twisting the knife in your gut further.

“Steve, please—,” your voice trembles as the cold splinters through your body. Not from the rain, no. The disbelief of the situation was settling into your bones as shock swept through your body.

“I can’t put you in anymore danger, doll. You’re not safe with me,” his hand cups your face, his fingers trace your lips. He leans over and leaves one last lingering kiss on your forehead, then all presence of his love is gone. You stare at a steel wall. Uncaring and hard. You close your eyes, only for a moment as a sob racks your body, and he’s gone when you reopen them.

Stifling your cries as best you can, you begin to let the numbness consume you. The cold rain creating a barrier against the world as you walked through Central Park. The dark void completely consumed your heart and all you could feel was empty. He was all you had. And now, you had nothing but your emotionless self.

You find yourself walking to your apartment, heading for the rooftop. The string lights are on but no one to be seen. Climbing up on the ledge, you begin to sway gently to a tune only you can hear. A ballad that resonates within your heart. You knew getting yourself involved with Steve would be a challenge. It was one that you took with joy, loving every minute of his company. You knew it was a reach in the dark to hope for his love. You knew better than to expect anything from him, as his heart belong to a fight. The fight. Any fight that he deemed essential to be apart of. Steve loved the fight and not even you could sway him away.

It was logical, his thinking to keep you safe. But this was the cowards way out. Yet, he insisted. And now all you have left is your broken pieces to pick up, all by yourself. Not even you could deny that it was good while it lasted. As you stood atop the edge of the building you let the breeze carry away your worries. The rain rolling down your bare shoulders would wash away the broken pieces of your soul so you could start anew. Arms lifting upwards, you begin to sway once more as the burdens of your heavy heart lifted.

That summer in New York was as normal as could be. Yet deep inside the city a new beginning was taking place. Seasons would pass and slowly blend together but the rain could not wash away the love that once was. For once, this would not be the end of love.

#marvel #avengers #avengers fanfiction #avengers fic #marvel fic #reader insert #fic rec #stever rogers fan fiction #steve rogers fanfiction #steve x reader #steve rogers #captain america fanfiction #captain america fic #marvel angst #angst #steve angst

[waywardimpalawriter]

Someone to love Part 6 of 6 final

Someone to love Part 6 of 6

Summary: You’d been there the whole time. Maybe now it’s time to let Steve know what he thinks he’ll never find.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Character’s: Steve, Reader, Natasha, Peggy, OC male (Reader’s granddad), Sam, Wanda, T’Challa, Bucky, Sharon,

Setting: from Captain America the First Avenger to Civil War.

Warnings: angst, minor character death, language,  

Notes: written for my 400 follower celebration requested by @angryschnauzer the song is Someone to love by Queen. What was supposed to be a one shot grew into a four or more parts cause the idea just stuck with me. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter note: While this chapter is set in Captain America Civil War the kiss between Sharon and Steve never happens as other things occur in its place.

Someone tags: @spnhybrid @iamwarrenspeace  @hellomissmabel @sapphire1727 @the-doctor-called-loki

Permanent tags: @winters-buck @angryschnauzer @feelmyroarrrr @aquabrie @fandommaniacx @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @supernaturallymarvellous @marvel-lucy

Marvel tags: @sebbytrash @ek823  @marvelfanfichq @creideamhgradochas

Someone to love Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part six: Ever after

Shaking slightly knee jumping as your fingers play out a beat only you can hear in your head while you take in the scenery around you never imaged finding yourself in Berlin of all places.

“It’ll be okay Y/N promise I wouldn’t have said yes to bringing you this far if I thought you’d be killed,” Sharon’s smooth voice broke through your thoughts. “Besides don’t you trust me?”

Shaking your head a half smile on your face, “You know I do, but being here and heading to meet someone wanted by all governments tends to make one very nervous.”

Chuckling, “Don’t worry so much he doesn’t know you’re coming just me and their gear.”

“Why didn’t you tell him?”

“Because knowing his stubborn ass he’d bulk at the very idea of you being here. Not to mention rip me a new one as well. It’s better this way. You get to say your peace and he can go about his business.”

“Which is?” the question is out before you can stop yourself. Having watched the news knowing full well what their up against wore out your poor nails and no amount of deep breathes would calm your thundering heart.

Looking from the backup mirror to you then out the front window chewing on her bottom lip, “Complicated Y/N besides you’ve seen the news know what happened in Vienna and Bucharest there’s not much else I can tell you.”

Picking at the emerald cashmere sweater, a gift from Steve you start to drum your fingers again till out of the corner of your eye Sharon moves to open her door and get out. Not realizing the car even came to a stop. Ridged for a moment eyes still glued to your hands till she opens the trunk and they dart to the side mirror barely catching the side profile of Steve. Breathe stopping seeing the dirty shirt, hair messed, and smudge of what could be anything on his cheek.

Hearing the tap, the agreed upon signal, with shaking hands you open the door and step out. Hearing Steve’s deep voice ask who she brought with her till he turns and sees you. Fury crosses his features with an undercurrent of worry, “You put her in danger for your amusement or just to piss me off?”

“Sharon didn’t ask me to come, I asked her,” a wobble makes your voice sound off as those sky blue eyes land on you.

With each step you take towards Steve he shakes his head yet there’s something in his eyes, maybe it’s affection or just gas you’re not sure all you do know is that your glad you asked Sharon to come along. No matter how dangerous this is you needed to see him to make sure he’s alive and relatively safe.

“Why would you do something so reckless like that doll?” sad blues meet your eyes you could tell he’s wanting to hug you a simple touch of another human.

“So it’s okay for you to run off and save your best friend but I can’t come and make sure the man I love is okay?” bottom lip caught between your teeth, hands clasp together behind you till you were sure he understood.

“It’s not the same Y/N I’m trying to save… wait” pausing your words finally penetrating his mind as his eyes go wide. “What did you say?”

The cough laugh from Sharon barely registers to the both of you when you close the final steps to Steve cupping the side of his face in your palm, “You stupid, selfless, gorgeous man I love you can’t you see that.”

“I… you… you never said back in London I thought…” he trailed off nuzzling his face into your palm the warmth and softness repairing his heart as your words and actions have made it beat faster.

Head shaking as you draw even nearer, “You didn’t give me time to process Steve. I was shocked that a man like you could love someone like me.”

Strong arms wrap around your waist pulling your flush to his lean muscular frame, “How could I not is the better question Y/N. When I’m with you I don’t feel like a failure. You bring me peace.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Blinking taking the hand from his cheek to kiss the knuckles tenderly your eyes staying locked with his, “Because I can’t lose you Y/N it truly would kill me.”

Eyes shining with unshed tears, “Did you ever stop to think what losing you would do to me?”  

“I’m sorry baby girl I just wanted you safe.”

“With you by my side I would be safe Steve,” laying her head on his chest listening to the beat of his heart. “Don’t you understand you’re my home?”

Pulling you back so he can cup your jaw, raising your chin to meet his lips in a slow soft kiss that feels like angel wings upon yours. Soft and teasingly short your eyes flutter open to see his shining with love for you before he truly captures your mouth in a deeper more filling kiss. A teasing of his tongue at the seam of your lips that gain entrance on a gasp when his hands cup your ass pulling you flush to him. Delving in to taste and temp your tongue to play with his, noses bump trying to find the right angle to draw out the small moans from each other. Only stopping when air becomes a necessity the two of you pull away to rest your foreheads together.

“I hate to break up the love fest here but we both have to get going,” reluctance in Sharon’s voice as she checks her watch once more.

“Be careful,” your voice just a whisper that only Steve can hear.

“Always I have my best girl to come home to after all,” grinning cheekily before remembering something. “Don’t go yet I have something for you,” pulling away Steve jogs to the old school VW bug Sam and Bucky are waiting inside.

“Yo Romeo you wanna shake a leg we got somewhere to be,” laughter laced his tone with the words Sam spoke handing the small golden envelop to Steve when the latter stuck his head into the car.

“I know that Wilson just gotta give this to my girl,” he answered closing the door.

Shaking his chestnut head, “Never thought I’d see the day when Steve would fall for another dame.”

“Y/N special she reached a part of Cap that no one else had,” Sam answered watching with a proud smile on his lips.

Returning he hands the envelop to you, “There’s a letter explaining things just in case…”

Shaking your head, placing a finger over his lips, “You will come back Steve otherwise I will searching this God forsaken world for your ass and drag you back and so help me if you die on me Steven Grant…”

You don’t get a chance to finish that threat as his lips reclaim yours in another short searing kiss that curls your toes and leaves you just as breathless as the last. “I love you Y/N I’ll see you soon.”

Eyes going soft worry filling your veins, “I love you to Steve, and please be careful.”

“Always doll I have you to keep me in line,” winking Steve kisses you quickly adding a hug before leaving your side.

Watching him go the package heavy in your hands but not with weight. In the back of your mind something tells you it might be a while before you see him again. The thought rested heavy on your heart while getting back into the car. On the drive back to the hotel, saying goodbye to Sharon with promises to get in touch with one another soon and while getting on the plane home. That’s when you finally opened what Steve gave you. Metal clanging together as coolness hit your palm making you look down to see a set of dog tags. Noticing the name having known that they belong to Steve just needing that conformation by seeing his name stamped into the metal. Fist closing around the warming tags as you pull out two sheets of hotel stationary paper. Tears already falling silently down your cheeks the moment those tags hit your hand now they blur your vision but not enough that you have trouble making out the handwriting.

 Dear Y/N

                                    I’m sorry doll I shouldn’t have dropped that bomb on you and walked away I just didn’t know what else to do. I never thought I’d find someone to love after Peggy or that someone would love me back. I’d hoped that person would’ve been you but seeing your reaction has left me with doubts thus this letter. When I left you that day after we got back from burying your grandfather a part of me stopped existing and never came back till I saw you again looking so beautiful in that church. I knew then that I had to tell you, to explain that I’ve fallen in love with you Y/N. I don’t know what’ll happen now if I’ll make it back to you. Things with the Accords, Tony; everything is up in the air. You probably know from the news what took place in Vienna. Bucky didn’t do it doll I have to clear his name at least of this crime to get him back. I promise to try with everything in me to come back to you. Till then hold onto my dog tags the only part of me that is actually mine to give other than my heart. If for some reason I don’t just know that you made my life better, with you I felt like I had a home and someone to love.

                                                                                   Yours forever

                                                                                               Steve

      A silent sob leaves her lips as you wipe at the tears trying to hide yourself from the world. Placing Steve’s dog tags around your neck proudly wearing them for all to see replacing the letter in its envelop and back into your bag. You try to get comfortable on the long flight home praying for Steve, Sam and Bucky. Never knowing the extent of the events that happened in Berlin till arriving home and flicking the TV on which makes you slip down into the couch worry encompassing your heart. Melancholy envelopes you the first few days making you a shadow of your former self as you try both Natasha and Sharon making sure they’re both alright. Fishing for any news you could always coming up empty.

It’s during that second week when a knock sounds on the door. Not expecting anyone your editor already called to check on the manuscript for your next book. Sharon out on some mission, Natasha resting healing up still after the big airport fight in Berlin, she’d been by a time or two to check on you. Therefore you’re slow on answering the door metal bat in hand just in case something Steve always chided you about having.

“Who is it?” you ask voice carrying through the door.

“Delivery,” came a familiar voice.

Slowly chain still on the door you opened it a crack eyes going wide when you see Sam standing there a little worse for wear but alive. Quickly closing, unchaining and opening the door again to embrace him careful of any bruises or broken body parts. Its then that you notice another man with Sam one that held a regal, royal air to him with a soft smile and shining mahogany eyes wearing a loose fitting navy shirt and black jeans.

“Easy tiger I’m not broken just bruised,” Sam explained pulling back from the hug hearing the dog tags clang together. “What would you say to going on a little trip?”

Brow lifted, “I don’t understand Sam where’s Steve? He’s not,” the shake of his head tells you no. “Then why…”

“Long story short Cap needs you sweetheart more now than ever. Is there any way you can pack up and we can vamoose?” giving you a sheepish smile while moving from foot to foot.

Looking back and forth between the two gentlemen, “You going to introduce me to your friend or am I to remain in the dark about everything?” Stepping aside to let them both enter only turning when you’ve shut and locked the door an expectant look in your eyes.

Rolling expressive gold flexed brown eyes, “T’Challa, Y/N, he likes cats, King of Wakanda, currently harboring the wanted fugitives Captain America, Hawkeye, Scarlet Witch, Ant man, Winter Ice bucket and yours truly the Falcon,” waving his hand around with a flourish and a small bow.

“Pleasure to meet you, your highness” extending your hand that T’Challa accepts kissing your knuckles. “Don’t mind bird brain here took one to many hits to the head this one.”

“Careful cat man that’s Cap’s girl you’re schmoozing on,” heading towards the couch to park his aching body Sam got comfortable.

Rolling his eyes T’Challa smiles, “It’s a pleasure meeting you as well Y/N. Captain Rogers has spoken quite highly of you. It’s an honor to meet the woman who’s captured his attentions.”

“More than that she’s got his tags,” Sam stated matter of fact. “I hate to speed this along but wanted man here in a country I shouldn’t be right now. So if you could please…” turning to give you a cheeky smile.

“If you weren’t hurt I’d smack you upside the head Samuel,” you growl good naturedly then smile at T’Challa. “Make yourself at home it won’t take me long to pack.

“I would pay good money to watch you take him on Ms. Y/L/N. In fact my wager would rest on you,” the grin he shoots you is full of pure amusement while Sam just scoffs, rolling his eyes.

Laughing, “You’re to kind your highness and please call me Y/N,” finding it just a touch out of sorts that you have a King in your flat you try to dismiss those thoughts in favor of getting ready. Popping your head back out, “Hey Sam how long am I exactly going to be gone?”

Looking from T’Challa to you; Sam shrugs then winces when it pulls at his ribs, “That’s up to you Y/N. I can tell you that Cap won’t be able to come home to New York for a while.”

Nodding once, “Roger that,” you step back into your bedroom trying to settle on what to take. Not that there’s much you hold dear; photos mainly of your grandparents, your grandfather’s old army uniform that’s been vacuum sealed, a few knick knacks given to you by friends and of course clothing. Bags packed except for your computer and writing journals which takes you to the kitchen were everything’s spread out.

“Fridge have anything in it?” Sam’s voice startles you out of your thoughts making you glance his way.  

“Manners have gone out the window,” giving you a puzzled look you shake your head. “I forgot to ask if either of you would like something to drink.”

Chuckling, “Always the hostess,” though Sam could see right through your façade. “I know this is sudden sweetheart that you’re nervous. You don’t have to…”

“I do and that’s not why,” facing him arms wrapped around your waist. “I’m not nervous just worried that with the two of you here whoever’s after you will be able to track us back to Steve. I don’t want to put any of you in danger by agreeing to go. Nor do I wish to impose because something tells me Steve doesn’t exactly have a place of his own anymore.”

“Very perceptive but I can assure you Y/N no one will be able to trace us back to Wakanda. As for a place to stay you are most welcome to stay at the palace though I believe Captain Rogers would rather enjoy having you stay with him.” Having heard Sam’s first question T’Challa stood from the arm chair speaking as he entered behind the other man.    

“I’m almost finished here then we can leave.” Giving T’Challa and Sam a smile that didn’t look as strained while gathering your journals, “Will I be able to make a few calls?”

“Got another boyfriend to call?” winking Sam turned to open the refrigerator sticking his head in to pull out two bottles of water handing one to T’Challa. Who accepts with a tip of his head in thanks.

Rolling your eyes while getting your computer put away, “Gotta call my publisher, editor and agent let them know I’m going on vacation but the manuscript will be done on time.”

“That’s right you’re a big time author now,” smiling taking a long swig from his bottle. “You know Y/N you’re pretty chill with just picking up and leaving.”

Nodding eyes focused on packing, you pause putting the last journal in your bag to look over at Sam. “I’m anything but chill Sam. But if my grandmother could weather World War two to be with my grandfather while he was injured. I think I can do the same for Steve. Especially now when something tells me he’s being his stubborn self and he needs all the support he can get.”

 ***********

 Nerves mixed with excitement and a touch of worry tossed into the mix which runs through your veins as you stepped closer to seeing Steve again. Sam’s on your left helping you through the maze that is the medical complex of Wakanda’s grand capital city heading towards the cryo room. Having landed just over two hours ago a quick shower, change and you’re being whisked away before really getting a chance to settle in. Though you knew nothing would feel like it’s settled till you got to see him. The plane ride over Sam had filled you in on the situation with Bucky, one if not the biggest reasons you’re here. What shocked you the most is learning that it’d been Bucky’s idea to bring you. Having never met the man in person you still wanted to hug him for thinking about Steve.

Muffled voices met your ears as you rounded the last corner only one person coming into view first. Recognizing T’Challa’s deep accented voice you smiled which turned into a soft gasp at seeing Steve. His back’s to you looking out over the lush forest tendrils of fog coiling gently around trees and flowers so beautiful unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

T’Challa catches your eye first for which he inclines his head then steps back motioning for Sam to follow. He does so reluctantly lingering a few moments to give your hand a squeeze of reassurance and solidity.    

Clearing your throat, “It’s not nice to ignore your friend when she’s flown almost half way around the world to see you.”

“Y/N?” he’s turned seeing you almost as if you’re a figment of his imagination. Taking three large steps towards you daring to reach out to caress your cheek, “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you silly why else would I be here,” nuzzling your cheek into his warm palm. Taking in his rumpled appearance, faded bruises, a few cuts here and there however you know it goes deeper than that. The story is all written there in his sad sky blue eyes. Pain, torment, sadness and lost but also anger most likely directed at himself for letting the events of the past few weeks play out the way they did.

Shaking his head, “It’s too dangerous for you to be here.”  

“Where’s Bucky?” changing the subject for a moment the clang of metal sounding as you look around but coming up with no one but you and Steve.

It’s that sound which grabs his attention eyes tracing your features down the beaded chain to see his dog tags resting against your cleavage gleaming in the mid-morning sun light. Swallowing thickly, “He chose to go back under didn’t want to put us at risk in case someone learned the trigger words.”

With each word he speaks you could see how much it hurt him. Having gained his best friend after thinking he’s lost to Steve forever, only to watch him be put back into stasis. Close but still out of reach. You don’t think about your next actions instead you let your heart choose to wrap your arms around his shoulders drawing him into your arms for a tight hug. What you didn’t expect is Steve gripping you tightly burying his face in the crook of your neck and letting go.

Rubbing soothing circles into his back with one hand as the other carded through his hair softly. Brushing the silken strands back while murmuring reassuring words into his ear not platitudes but letting him know that you’re here for him and not going anywhere.

Five minutes past before Steve loosens up enough that you can pull back brushing your fingers over his cheek. “Why did you come?”

Scoffing, eyes rolling so hard it had to have hurt, “That’s a stupid question Rogers.”

Plucking one tag Steve runs his fingers over his name not meeting your eyes, “How long are you staying?”

“Till you can leave with me,” the answer is quick and has his eyes flying to yours.  

“What about your life? Work? I can’t let you…”

“You’re not letting anything Steve it’s my choice to be by your side. I have no one back in the states, parents who don’t really care a sister who doesn’t acknowledge I’m kin unless she needs money,” shrugging. “I’d rather be with the man I love than by myself.”

“Are you sure?” there’s a trimmer in his voice, unsure, small almost like he’s back in 40’s Brooklyn and he’s a teenager again asking some dame out that’s going to say no.

Drawing his attention back to you with fingertips on his chin you don’t answer with words just your lips on his. Soft reassuring pouring all the love you can into the kiss that’s touches of your mouth to his turning and repeating till the last press where you draw your tongue over that plump bottom lip asking for entrance. For which he grants on a sigh, arms tightening around your waist as he takes the kiss over plundering your mouth, bragging moans from deep within. Tasting each little place he could find that made you sigh and grip him tighter.

Oxygen needed you pull away resting foreheads together, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life Steve. You’re it for me. Plus being a writer does afford me with some perks after all. All being about to write from anywhere I want,” grinning at his wide eyed look.

Without thinking Steve scoops you up into his arms heart still heavy from all the misgiving and Bucky’s absence but a seed of hope becomes planted with every smile you give him, every laugh and with three simple words spoken. “I love you.”

Fin

#Stever Rogers x Reader #Steve Rogers x You #Steve Rogers x y/n #Someone to love #Steve x reader #Steve x you #Steve x y/n #Steve Rogers fiction

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WHAT IS YOUR TOTAL WORD COUNT ON AO3?Hmm. With my Funkspiel account: 247,587

(Considering it’s only a little over a year old (that I wrote with the account, not just bookmarked fics), I’m pretty pleased with that – IF ONLY I HAD FOCUSED ON MY OWN NOVEL WITH ALL THE FUCKING PRODUCTIVITY DAMN IT)

With my original Spazzlings account: 126,615

And who even knows, if you end up including my FF.Net days.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU WRITE?Waaaaaay more often than I used to. When I joined this fandom specifically, my productivity (by comparison to before) skyrocketed. I try to write every day. I actually resisted writing fanfiction for this fandom for a month or two before finally giving in. I decided to use it as a medium to dust off my writing fingers and see what feedback I got in order to gauge if trying at my own novel again was worth it. So the productivity has been hugely helpful, and it’s been a great coping mechanism for other things – so in conclusion, a lot more than I ever thought I would.

DO YOU HAVE A ROUTINE FOR WRITING?Like a process? Not particularly. I supposed for longer fics, I story map and write scenes out of order as they come and slowly connect them until the chapter is done. For mini-fics, there is no rhyme or reason. I write them just to write them and don’t usually bother with re-reads or edits because the point was to get it out there, not for it to be perfect. Otherwise I stress myself out and take centuries to post. 

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE a.) KINKS, b.) TROPES and c.) PAIRINGS?a. KINKSSo many, but my favs are probably: 

dub/non-con where the party (usually someone powerful) ends up unwillingly super liking it)

Non-consensual Body Transformation/Modification

Size Kink (height or other things >:D)

Desperation

b. TROPESSo many, but my favs are probably:

Sick Fic (probably my most fav) where strong character won’t admit they’re sick and any number of things stems from that (passing out, getting coddled, being softer than normal, etc.)

Hurt/Comfort

Hero vs Villain Obsession

Kidnapping (see above)

Power Dynamics (particularly if strong character realizes they sub and didn’t know it before)

Getting so angry that uncontrollable accents happen

c. PAIRINGSFor Fantastic Beast Fandom - (keep in mind, these are FAVs. I like many.):

Thesival

Grindelgraves

Gramander

In general (just a few I return to a lot):

Wesker/Chris

Reaper76

Brock Rumlow and (Rollins or Cap)

Stever Rogers and many people, boi deserves to be loved

Maxwell Roth/Jacob Frye

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FIC OF YOURS?Uuh… I mean, I do really love the progress I’ve made on And The Tag Read Simply Pretty. I also love the fic (I haven’t fucking finished) from Resident Evil called Both Sides of the Gun. 

YOUR FIC WITH THE MOST KUDOS?Definitely gonna be in the Funkspiel account, let’s see… 865 kudos for And The Tag Read Simply Pretty - jesus, thank you guys so much I don’t fucking deserve you.

ANYTHING YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING?(Soft, fond sigh) oh shall I count the ways? I struggle with repeating words or getting in the habit of overusing certain ways of describing a thing. I think I fail to describe surroundings. I forget minor details from previous chapters (like someone getting a cut and suddenly it’s not an issue any more). I shift tenses a lot. I think sometimes I don’t hit the mark on certain emotions quite as provocatively or uh… richly as I’d like. Sometimes I think I overreact the characters or it hits a little cheesy or strong. Or I repeat a point too much that only needs to be said once. I’m not the strongest on banter or witty/funny dialogue. Research and slang is definitely a weak point for me. Like, I can go on and on; but those are things I try to look out for when editing my chaptered shit.

NOW SOMETHING YOU DO LIKE!…hmm… I like the way I use words, sometimes. Like, the melody behind the words. And I like it when I’m able to have a circular story when the beginning feeds back into the end. I think I can solidly ideate - just the execution lacks.

TAG YOUR FAVS:God, so many of you have tagged each other - but you my favs! So if you haven’t been tagged and I miss you, please do it. I subconsciously tag you. Otherwise (I apologize for double tagging some of you, BUT I LOVE YOU):

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I have so much anxiety that I missed people – I LOVE YOU ALL

[ladyvillainous]

Steve Rogers – The Snap

AU fic set after civil war through to Infinity war, inclusion of my own character Jen.

Description

Steve didn’t met Jen until after the accords were signed and the avengers divided, when Thanos attacks neither knows if the other survived

Warnings

NSFW Smut, the snap (it was traumatic to watch so I feel it deserves to be labelled as a warning)

Word Count: 7050

Jen paced back and forth staring at the phone in her hand willing it to ring.

It must be bad whatever was going on Steve would never leave her to worry when he was away unexpectedly on a mission. Even if he couldn’t physically contact her, Sam or Nat would let her know they were ok in his stead. She stopped pacing for a moment her hand absentmindedly drifting to her stomach, he’d been back less than three days this time.

 ***

 Jen rounded the corner breathing hard a stitch in her side as she pounded down the pavement in time to the beat of the music in her ears.

Finally reaching her front gate she leant on her fence stretching out her sore muscles, her skin prickled as she belatedly realised she was being watched.

Snapping her eyes round to her front porch her face broke into a wide grin “Nat!” She screeched leaping over her gate and bolting into the blonde’s outstretched arms “Oh my god it’s so good to see you, what are you doing here?” Jen asked pulling back to look into her friend’s face.

It was Sam who answered standing up from the chair on her porch “We were cheekily hoping for a comfortable bed and maybe a home cooked meal” he laughed as she leapt at him wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tight.

“Well someone’s pleased to see us” a deep familiar voice rumbled behind her.

Sam winked and released her so she could bolt into the open arms of the super soldier “About damn time you made it home Stevie” she grumbled against his chest.

He’d been gone for nearly three months this time, though she hadn’t seen the others for at least five.

“You know I don’t stay away because I want to” he whispered against the top of her head as he dropped a sweet kiss on her forehead.

Looking up at the man she loved she noticed the tiredness in his eyes, the slightly unkempt look to his hair and the state of his newly acquired beard. Twisting to look at the others properly she saw Sam sway slightly before he leant back against the railings, noting the grimy film to his battered uniform. Natasha ruffled up her hair pushing it behind her ears giving her a wan smile that didn’t reach her eyes, Jen raked her eyes down the assassins worn suit, the badly patched rips standing out starkly, she woman could do many things back sewing was not one of them.

“You guys look dead on your feet, how long have you been on the move this time?” Jen asked the group as a whole.

Steve sighed and pulled her closer to him “About 27 hours I think”

Natasha looked at her watch “Make that 29 hours and 17 minutes”

“Is that all?” Sam grumbled.

Right Jen declared pushing backwards out of Steve’s arms “All of you need showers, I’ll make you some breakfast and then bed, no arguments”

Nat held up her hands “No energy to argue, besides that sounds amazing, any chance of some of your delicious French toast?”

Jen laughed “For you, anything” she joked shooing them all inside.

Once she’d located enough towels Jen flipped the booster for the hot water, sending Nat to her bedroom to use her shower. Sam she directed to the main bathroom, letting them both know there was spare clothes for them in the bedrooms they usually used when they stopped by.

Steve stayed downstairs with Jen helping her with breakfast which basically meant getting in her way while cuddling her at every opportunity.

Jen sighed as his arms slipped around her waist once again while chopping fruit “Not to complain Stevie but you’ll get breakfast much quicker if you leave me too it”

“Not Hungry anyway” he mumbled against her shoulder, tightening his arms around her slightly.

Jen smiled, concentrating on the task at hand, finally popping the tray of food under the grill she was able to turn and drift happily back into Steve’s arms, sighing contentedly into his chest.

“How long will you be staying this time?” she asked quietly.

“Don’t know” he sighed tiredly “Maybe a while this time. There’s not as much heat these days we might be able to stop moving around so much”

Daring to hope Jen looked up into his beautiful blue eyes “Stay here with me Steve?” she asked, reaching up to cup his cheek with her hand.

He turned his head placing a gentle kiss against her palm before lowering his head to capture her lips in a slow sensual kiss that scorched her soul, God how she loved this man.

A discreet cough sounded from the hallway, breaking the kiss Jen looked round into the quietly amused eyes of Sam and Nat hovering by the stairs, she smiled apologetically.

“Sorry to interrupt guys but the smell is driving us wild, is the food ready?”

Jen twisted in Steve’s arms to look into the oven “Yes it is, grab a seat and I’ll serve”

Shooing Steve to the table Jen retrieved breakfast, dishing up quickly and setting over loaded plates in front of the tired superheroes, who immediately tucked in with the inhuman enthusiasm of someone who hasn’t eaten for a few days.

“Geez guys at least chew, I don’t want to have to heimlich a cherry out of one of you” Jen grimaced. Vague mumbles in acknowledgement was all she got in response, but they also slowed up slightly to her relief.

Once breakfast was done, Jen directed them back to bedrooms with instructions to sleep and not to worry if she wasn’t there when they woke up, she was going to run into town and get supplies.

Sam and Steve nodded in response heading for the stairs the latter of the two dropping a chaste kiss on her cheek as he passed.

Nat followed Jen back into the kitchen with her plate “Oh Nat thank you, but you don’t have to, go get some sleep”

She dropped her plate on the side and retrieved a long plastic item from the pocket of her borrowed hoodie “I found this in the bathroom, I thought you’d probably want to tell Steve yourself rather than let him find it”

Jen turned slowly realising what Nat was holding out to her “Thanks” she whispered, looking up into the bright eyes of her friend.

Nat smiled turning to lean against the counter “I’m so pleased for you both, Steve will be thrilled”

Jen shook her head “Will he? it’s not like we’ve ever talked about this, it’s hardly an ideal situation”

“Nothing’s ever perfect, but the kid will have 2 loving parents, it could be worse” Nat shrugged.

Jen chewed her bottom lip nervously “Maybe”

Nat stepped forward enfolding the brunette into a comforting hug “Just tell him, what’s the worst that could happen? she whispered.

Smiling reassuringly, she left the kitchen in search of her bed.

***

Jen made it home around lunchtime her car laden with supplies, putting away the groceries she crept around the house not wanting to wake anyone as she retrieved their soiled clothes, taking them to the Laundry room.

Inspecting Black Widow’s leather jacket she took in the sheer amount of rips and running repairs, as Jen suspected it was beyond saving so she tossed it, having bought a replacement while she was out. Thankfully they had a good military surplus shop the next town over, so she was able to get most of what they needed in terms of tactical gear.

Moving back to the kitchen Jen set about stocking the backpacks she’d bought at the surplus store with gear and food ration packs. She did this every time they came by, she knew it wouldn’t last long but she liked to do whatever she could to help ensure their survival.

Several hours later as she crammed the last of the supplies into the bulky bags Nat and Sam appeared in the kitchen looking in much better shape than first thing this morning.

Sam smiled when he saw what Jen was up to “You know you’re an Angel right?” He chuckled.

Jen rolled her eyes “Hardly, though I did pick up extra of the chocolate pudding packs you like”

Throwing his hands up as if praying to the heavens he announced to the room “You’re not an angel you’re a goddess”

Nat laughed at his antics “Come on Bird Brain, we’re going to go check over the Quinjet, give our saviour a little alone time with her man” she winked at Jen from across the room.

“Thanks Nat” Jen laughed as the assassin dragged the grumbling soldier out the door “Think I heard the shower turn on a second ago… go get him tiger” Nat called over her shoulder as she shut the door behind them.

Heading upstairs Jen entered her bedroom hearing the shower was on as Nat had suggested, deciding to surprise Steve in the shower, they could talk afterwards.

Tiptoeing into the bathroom Jen leant against the doorframe for a moment to drink in the sight of Captain America in all his glory in her shower. It was a generous sized double shower cubicle for the average person but somehow Steve managed to make it look tiny with his hulking form.

Jen was transfixed watching the water run down his back and over that delectable ass, as he turned she stated thinking she’d been caught staring but Steve had his eyes firmly closed a look of pure bliss on his face as he sluiced the weight of the last couple of months from his shoulders.

Biting her lip Jen continued to voyeuristically survey the god in front of her eyes lingering on his abdominal muscles before drifting lower.

“Do you intend to continue to stare at me or will you be joining me before the water runs cold”

Steve’s voice broker her from her reverie, a slight blush already building on her cheeks as she raised her guilty eyes to meet Steve’s amused baby blues.

Recovering herself Jen smirked at the super soldier “It’s quite a view I’ve got here Steve, maybe I will just watch”

Steve chuckled over the sound of rushing water "Fair enough, but if you don't get that gorgeous ass of yours in here right now, I will not be held responsible for my actions"

Jen grinned, stripping off quickly and entering the shower enclosure into Steve’s waiting arms, with a deep sigh he held her close, “that’s exactly what I needed”

Placing a gentle hand on his cheek Jen searched his eyes seeing the difficulty of the last few months written here clearly. “I missed you” she murmured a gentle thumb stroking his cheek, “Not as much as I missed you” Steve whispered dipping his head to place a sweet lingering kiss to her lips.

Turning her in his arms Steve manoeuvred them both underneath the warm spray with his arms wrapped firmly around her from behind as he bestowed small kisses along her shoulder and the crook of her neck. Jen sighed, relaxing back into his embrace happy to have him home with her once more. Releasing her at last Steve slid his hands along the wet skin over her rib cage, upwards to cup her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples roughly.

Arching her body back against him at his long absent touch Jen could feel his fully erect cock pressing into her ass. Dropping her head back onto his shoulder, she turned her face up to him, demanding a kiss that he was only too happy to bestow, his tongue sliding demandingly into her mouth to taste her.

Dropping a hand from her breast, Steve slid it down the smooth plane of her belly, down into the sprinkling of curls between her thighs and lower still over her sex, into her already soaked folds.

"Always so ready for me Doll" he groaned.

Need rough and sharp spiked through her, making her whimper at his touch the sound travelling directly to his groin.

"Please Steve, it’s been too long" she muttered against his lips, the urgency evident in her voice.

Steve growled, his control snapping as he plunged two fingers into her heat, his thumb finding its way to her clit and bearing down hard.

"Oh God yes" she hissed, bucking her hips into his hand.

One hand travelled up to his head, holding him to her so she could kiss him, desperation urging them both on into a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. The other hand snaked around between them to grip his shaft, a harsh gasp escaping his throat as she held him tightly, pumping her hand up and down his length.

"I need to be inside you" he groaned roughly against her lips "Please" she panted in return, twisting in his arms and pressing her body back against his, her arms wound around his neck.

Backing her against the wall, he dropped his hands to her ass, lifting her and pinning her to the wall with his hips, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Jen gasped in surprise, Steve wasn’t usually this dominant, their love making was slow and sensual. Very rarely had she experienced the Captain in the bedroom, though she revelled in it when he came out to play, there was something so primal about being claimed in such a way. She couldn't help but melt into him, her breathing ragged, eyes open wide staring into blue eyes dark with lust.  

Steve chuckled darkly, at her expression "Help me out Doll I've got my hands full" he commanded, his fingers squeezing her ass.

Jen followed his order without hesitation, dropping a hand from his broad shoulders between them, adjusting him so his tip was nudging at her centre. Holding him in place, Steve sank into her in one thrust, both groaning loudly as he bottomed out, her walls clutching at him as she stretched.

"Fuck, I’ve missed you" she groaned, returning her arm to his neck and pulling him back to crash her lips against his.

Without warning he pulled out halfway then slammed back into her, pushing her hard into the tiled wall. The shower still pounded over them, but Jen barely noticed as Steve sheathed himself in her over and over frantically, both desperately chasing their highs.

It didn't take long for them to build and crash over the edge of the cliff, screaming out their release as they sagged together, the water turning cold.

Lowering Jen back to the shower floor onto unsteady legs, Steve held her tenderly to him the Captain having retreated sated to be replaced with her loving and tender boyfriend once more.

The atmosphere in the bathroom was significantly lighter than before their shower, Steve appeared more relaxed the weight of the world now removed from his shoulders. Reaching for a towel he tenderly dried Jen not apparently looking for any excuse to keep her in his arms a little longer.

Reaching up Jen wound her arms around Steve’s neck rising on tiptoe to bestow a small kiss on his lips one that turned quickly passionate when Steve prevented her retreat by claiming her mouth once more. Breaking apart with a sigh Steve lent back against the sink bringing Jen with him, her palm on his newly acquired beard, Jen smiled up into his face “I think I like this look on you”

Steve chuckled raking his own hand through his somewhat bushy and messy beard “Necessity unfortunately, I don’t get recognised as much with it as without”

Jen raised a sardonic eyebrow “You mean the star-spangled outfit doesn’t give you away?”

The smile slipped from his face at the light-hearted comment ”There’s no stars on my outfit anymore, you know that”

Jen sighed as his eyes turned cloudy “Hey, hey look at me” she murmured gently as he looked away, one hand still laid softly on his cheek.

With reluctance Steve returned his gaze to her but found he couldn’t quite look her in the eyes his gaze lowered to the floor. Jen used her other hand to tip his chin up forcing him to meet her eyes “Hey none of that, you know you did what you had to, and the world does too. It doesn’t mean this is forever” placing another gentle kiss on his lips Jen drew back to survey his face. Steve gazed at her dispassionately for a moment finally nodding his head “I know, but…” he trailed off lost in thought.

“But what? She probed gently, receiving no answer but Steve hauling her into his arms once more squeezing her tightly.

He gave a deep shuddering sigh “But what kind of life can I offer you” he muttered sadly into her hair.

Jen pulled back to look up into his distant and glossy eyes “ I just want you Steve and I’ll take you anyway I can get you” Steve smiled in response but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Can you trust me on that?” Jen asked quietly holding his gaze with determined eyes.

Steve swallowed and nodded though Jen wasn’t convinced.

Seeking to distract him from his suddenly melancholy mood she stood on tip toe once more peppering his face with little kisses until at last he cracked a smile and claimed her lips roughly desperation and desire fuelling his passion.

It was Jen that deepened the kiss further by sliding her tongue past his lips, but she allowed Steve to win the battle for dominance the Captain coming to the fore once more.

"Perhaps. We. Should. Bedroom?" Steve gasped out, between kisses.

"Good Plan" Jen concluded, muttered against his lips.

Pushing himself off the sink, Steve reached down to firmly grasp her ass, lifting her from the floor. Taking the hint Jen wrapped her legs around his waist their towels falling forgotten to the floor as Steve carried her into the bedroom, mouths still connected.

Still without breaking the kiss he made his way to the bed, cradled her to him and lowered them down carefully. He supported their combined weight on one arm, until Jen was pressed flush against the mattress. Lowering his body onto hers, he rolled slightly to the side so he didn’t crush her and to allow his hand access to roam freely.   

Jen lost herself in the feel of him pressed tightly against her, the taste of him, his touch and the smoothness of his skin under her fingertips.

She wasn’t sure how long they lay entwined on the bed, hands roving each other’s bodies whispered endearments caressing their skin, nothing mattered as he lowered his face to her core.

Desperately she bucked against the sensations, whimpering as he nibbled and sucked on her sensitive nub, sliding 2 fingers into her soaked entrance.

His beard rough against the sensitive skin of her thighs, only drove her higher faster.

Her first orgasm hit her suddenly, white spots clouding her vision as Steve crawled back up her body, kissing her deeply and sunk into her with one fluid movement.

He groaned into her throat as he slid into her up to the hilt “I’ve missed you Doll”

Jen chuckled, the vibrations causing Steve to groan again “Is has been too long” she sighed.

Gathering both of Jen’s hands in one of his, pinned them Steve above her head, his fingers interlacing with hers “Hold on Doll” he growled in her ear, nipping at her lobe.

Withdrawing from her, he slammed back into her hard enough to push her slightly up the bed.

Mewling she twisted desperate to touch him again.

Chuckling against her ear, Steve slammed into her again, breathing incomprehensible words across her skin. He pounded into her with abandon, completely undone by the feel of her walls fluttering around him and the way she cried out his name.

Only when he could feel she was nearing her release, did he loosen his grip on her hands. Allowing her to splay one hand across his lower back, nails racking down his skin with each thrust. Her other hand tangled into his hair, tugging his face to hers, tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss.

Changing the angle of his hips, he thrust against her secret spot, once, twice and then for a final time, as she ripped her mouth from his screaming his name. Her walls clenching around him, Steve  followed her with a rough expletive and a final thrust, as he spilled himself within her.

It didn’t take long for sleep to claim Steve but Jen lay awake in his arms, she wanted to let him sleep but had no way of knowing how soon he was likely to be called away again and she needed to talk to him. Twisting in his arms Jen placed a hand on his shoulder gently shaking to wake him.

“Steve” she called quietly “I need to talk to you about something”

“Hmmm” he hummed against the top of her head as he started to fall back to sleep instantly.

Smacking her hand on his chest to attract his attention he jerked, snapping his eyes open “M’wake, I’m awake, what’s up Doll?”

“I said I need to talk to you about something” Jen told his chest unable to bring herself to meet his eyes.

Noticing her sudden nervousness Steve pulled himself up into a seated position giving her his undivided attention “What’s the matter?”

Jen sat up slightly away from the super solider still staring at his chest, chewing on her bottom lip, not sure how to start.

“Hey” Steve said softly grasping her chin and forcing her to look up into his worried face “What is it?”

“It was an accident” she gasped at last stumbling over her words “I didn’t mean…” she trailed off.  

Steve’s eyes narrowed feeling as though someone had plunged a dagger in his heart “You’ve met someone else, haven’t you?”

Jen gaped at him wordlessly, so completely unprepared for that reaction.

“You’re not denying it I notice” he said tightly, hopping off the bed grabbing his clothes from the chair where he’d left them.

“What! No! I mean it’s not that… I haven’t” She stuttered as Steve stormed around the bedroom pulling on his clothes so violently he almost ripped his T-shirt clean in half.

“I’m a big boy Jen, you should have just told me, I mean how could I possibly expect a woman like you to wait for me” he ground out slumping down on the end of the bed his back to her.

“No Steve, you’ve got the wrong end of the stick… I haven’t….” she cried desperately, tailing off when the phone on the bedside table began to chime distracting them both.

“Is that?...” Jen began pointing to the phone.

“That’s the number I gave Stark” Steve said slightly shell shocked, he’d never expected him to call.

Standing he strode over to it flipped it open and pressed it to his ear “Tony?”

***

“Steve are you ok? Did something happen with you and Jen?” Nat peered at her friend concerned he’d had his jaw clenched so tightly since the second they’d left the house, she feared he’d get lockjaw

Two hours had passed in complete silence as they raced back to the spot where they’d stashed the Quinjet thankfully now full stocked once more and taken off on their way to fetch Wanda.

“Doesn’t matter” he mumbled “We should be focusing on the mission”

Nat opened her mouth to argue only to be cut off by Sam “What exactly did Tony say Steve?”

Steve sighed knowing full well that it hadn’t been Tony on the line but he wasn’t quite sure how to break to Nat that Bruce was back after all this time. It was cowardly of him but he knew losing him had hurt her more than she was prepared to admit, so where did he start.

“He said we need everyone… which is why we’re on our way to get Wanda and Vision” Steve knew choosing to avoid the issue for the moment would most likely mean he’d get his ass kicked for it later, but he’d deal with the fallout when it happened.

“Stop avoiding the issue Steve” Nat declared fixing him with a determined look.

“Wait what… how did you...” he started then remembered her earlier comment “Oh you’re talking about Jen” he sighed.

“Of course I’m talking about Jen… Wait who did you think I was talking about?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Err… Nevermind, doesn’t matter” he needed to distract her “Something did happen” he confirmed quietly.

Sam shook his head at Natasha, he could tell something was very badly wrong but had more sense than to bring it up “Leave it” he muttered quietly but she wouldn’t be diverted so easily.

Nat took in his tense almost angry form this was not the Steve she knew “You’re angry aren’t you, this isn’t how I would have expected you to react Rogers, I’m disappointed in you”

Steve snapped his head up glaring daggers at the women he considered a friend “You knew” he accused.

“Well yeah, but only for like 6 hours longer than you, we spoke after breakfast” Nat sighed “She was nervous about telling you Steve, now I understand see why”

“You’re kidding right?” he asked incredulously “How else was I supposed to react?” he ground out running his hands agitatedly through his overlong hair.

Nat snorted “Um let me think, maybe you could have been happy about it, geez what did you say to her?”

“Happy!” Steve thundered “Happy about the woman I love leaving me for someone else! Jesus Nat, I knew you were emotionless at times, but this is a new low even for you”

Sam threw his hands up in frustration and rounded on his friend “You just couldn’t leave it alone could you Nat”

“Wait what the hell are you going on about Rogers?” Nat was floored, this conversation had taken a very strange turn.

Steve jumped up storming down the Jet away from the assassin, but she wasn’t having any of it jumping out of her seat at once and chasing after him. Sam grabbed her arm to try and stop her “Leave it don’t you think he’s suffered enough, you know how much he loves her”

Natasha glared up at him wrenching her arm free “That’s exactly why I can’t let this go Sam, somethings definitely gotten lost in translation here and I know it”

“What exactly did she say to you? Tell me exactly” Nat demanded standing directly in front of the super soldier forcing him to acknowledge her.

“Fine” he shouted “Jesus if it makes you feel better fine. She said it was an accident that she didn’t mean for it to happen”

Natasha groaned “So where exactly in that sentence did you get that she’d met someone else? Think it through Rogers, could she possibly have meant something else”

Disgusted she stormed back to the cock pit to grab his phone, unsurprised to see he had 6 missed calls and multiple texts from Jen, chucking it at his head she snarled “Call your girlfriend you idiot, you’ve made a mistake”

Steve glanced down at the phone at his feet without seeing it, replaying everything she’d said in his head. He had jumped to the conclusion and pushed her away when she tried to argue, could he have projected his fear onto her? Natasha knew what she was intending to tell him though he realised looking back to the furious assassin a baffled expression on his face.

“What was she going to tell me Nat?” he asked slowly.

“Oh no, not a chance” she defied him crossing her arms over chest and glaring at him “Ring Jen and ask her, you’re getting nothing out of me idiot” she sneered hurling herself back down into the pilots chair with unwonted venom.

Sam and Steve looked at each other in stunned silence for a second, it wasn’t often Natasha completely lost it, Sam bent down and picked up the phone at Steve’s feet.

“I don’t know what’s going on man, but I suggest you do as you’re told” he said softly, pressing the phone into Steve’s hand.

Steve nodded using speed dial he held the phone up to his ear, it connected on the second ring “Stevie?” Jen sobbed.

Steve felt his heart breaking he hated to hear her cry, it hurt even worse knowing he caused it.

“Hey Baby, he said softly I owe you an apology, I overreacted and didn’t give you a chance to finish. I’m so sorry” he said in a flood of words.

There was another sob at the other end “You know I love you Steve, h-how could you think I’d do… do that to you?”  

“I’m always scared that I’ll lose you one day, one way or another, I guess I’m just waiting for it” Steve admitted.

“Idiot” she huffed but he could hear the smile creeping back into her voice.

“That’s what Nat told me too” he chuckled gently.

“What else did Nat tell you?” the alarm evident in her voice.

“She made it clear I’d made a mistake, but wouldn’t tell me what you were going to tell me, said I had to call you” he said looking towards the blonde at the front of the jet “Damn straight” she called back to him.

“I heard that” Jen laughed “Tell her thanks for me will you, she’s a good friend”

“Will do” Steve said smiling “So Doll what is it you need to tell me?” now the drama was put to bed Steve found his curiosity piqued.

The line went silent in response.

“Doll you still there?”

“Yeah Stevie still here, given the way you guys had to run out of here it’s not the most important thing right now, concentrate on what you’re doing we’ll talk when you get back” she sighed.

“You sure Doll? It’s nothing bad is it?” He asked worried.

“No nothing bad” Jen promised.

***

The following day the news broke about spaceships in New York again and that Tony Stark was missing, Steve had texted Jen to let her know that they had Wanda and that they were on the way to Wakanda. Since then her phone had been silent.

Jen hadn’t been able focus on anything, she just sat in front of the TV waiting for news, sometimes she’d pace staring at her phone.

After a fitful night’s sleep she got up and grabbed her running shoes and headphones figuring she’d try outrunning her panic, it didn’t work.

***

Steve raced towards Thanos desperate to stop him from using the gauntlet on his friends, he’d already seen him throw Rhodes away like an old tin can and send T’Challa and Bucky flying backwards with a wave of his hand.

He reached him just in time, reaching up he gripped the gauntlet tightly forcing Thanos fingers back from his palm, screaming with the exertion he was having to expend.

Steve was so focused on the gauntlet that he didn’t see Thanos’ other fist swinging towards him until it collided with his head knocking him out cold.

Shaking his head groggily Steve got to his feet this was no time to be resting, he needed to get back into the fight. Looking across the clearing he saw the team either trying to get to their feet or trapped by some obstacle or another. A scream from Thor ripped through the clearing “NO” a flash of blue light and Thanos was gone.

Steve raced towards the shell shocked Thor “Where did he go?”

“Steve?”

Turning he saw Bucky stumbling towards him turning to dust as he walked, his gun clattering to the floor.

Steve raced towards him as he fell into nothingness, his hand brushing the floor where his friend should be.

The horror was too much he couldn’t process it, had they lost?

Nat tore into the clearing just as Steve fell to the floor by Vision’s lifeless body, her hands rushing to her face as she fought back sobs of pain.

“What’s happening?” Rhodey asked from somewhere behind him, but no one answered the deafening silence this answer.

They could hear confusion and panic in the distance as people called out for their comrades on the battlefield, watching them turn to ash and float away on the wind.

A hand clamped down onto Steve’s shoulder clutching at him “Steve!”

The panic in Nat’s voice forced him to look up his eyes growing wide at the look on her face “Jen!” She choked out unable to continue.

Steve leapt to his feet pulling his phone out of his suit and hitting speed dial with a shaking hand “Come on, come on” he grated, as his call continued to go unanswered.

Nat watched in horror as he paced the clearing, unable to reach the woman he loved, growing more agitated by the second.

He pulled the phone from his ear as it went to voicemail, intending to call again but then he noticed the message icon on screen.

Tapping the button to call his message service he sighed in relief when Jen’s anxious voice spoke

“Hey Steve, I’m sorry I know I should let you focus but the lack of news is killing me here. I need to know you’re all ok…” the message trailed off as he heard screaming in the distance, unconsciously he gripped the phone a little tighter as her voice turned panicy, making her voice shake.

“Wait what?.. oh my god Steve something’s happening here… Oh my god what is this?...” The message ended abruptly cut off with the sound of the phone falling to the floor at the other end with a clatter.

Steve couldn’t look at Nat, he felt like he’d crack if he saw her tear stained face, wordlessly he held out the phone to her.

She took it gingerly as if it might explode, hit play and held it to her ear, her eyes widening impossibly as she listened.

The toll this day was taking was never ending, first Bucky now Jen “Wait where’s Sam?” he asked looking around wildly as if he would appear as if by magic at his words.

Rhodes shook his head sadly.

“Oh God No” Nat choked out as she hit the floor, clutching at her hair crying unashamedly.

Steve’s eyes were clouding he couldn’t see clearly anymore, his breath becoming laboured he looked skyward attempting to control the impulse to scream.

No one spoke, those that were left, that had survived, clustered around one another but unable to even consider looking at each other for fear of seeing their own grief reflected back to them. There was almost no sound just the wind rustling the trees, it was almost peaceful except for the distant cries of people looking for those that were missing and the sporadic heart-breaking sobs that escaped the team.

“Steve” Nat breathed finally getting a hold of herself “Steve look at me” she said gently.

He shook his head gritting his teeth suddenly wildly interested in the tree to his right as he collapsed onto the floor once more.

Nat got unsteadily to her feet moving to stand in front of him, moving into his line of vision giving him no choice he focussed on her determined face.

Remembering a conversation from hours before though it appeared a lifetime ago son much had happened since Steve muttered absentmindedly “What was she going to tell me? I never found out”

Nat shook her head unable to deliver that news, to make his grief worse.

“Tell me” Steve intoned forcefully, his thunderous expression brooking no opposition.

Dragging in a lungful of air Nat knelt in front of him “Steve, Jen’s… she’s… she was… pregnant” she whispered.

He lost it, a strangled sob escaping his throat as he fell to the ground, Nat immediately wrapped her arms around the shaking soldier, doing her best to console him even though she knew there would be no comfort for any of them right now, because they lost., they failed.

“We’ll get her back Steve, we’ll get them all back” she declared determination in her voice as she looked to the rest of the team.

One by one they wiped their eyes and nodded at her, grief giving way to anger, twisting their faces and drying their tears, they would fix this.

***

Jen pounded the pavement in time to the beat but couldn’t still her racing mind, finally she stopped pulling out her phone from her pocket and hitting speed dial.

Anxiously she waited for it to connect sighing in frustration as the voicemail clicked in

“Hey Steve I’m sorry I know I should let you focus but the lack of news is killing me here. I need to know you’re all ok…”

A woman across the road seemed to fall into the road, causing a car to swerve and mount the curb, but even as Jen watched the woman disappeared before her eyes in a cloud of dust, her friend beginning to scream before she hit the floor. The driver leapt out of the car only to disappear also, dust drifting in wind. The first woman’s screaming friend vanished too, leaving silence in her wake.

“Wait what?..”

Jen couldn’t believe her eyes, realising she was still gripping the phone to her ear she squeaked

“Oh my god Steve, something’s happening here…”

A man appeared to her right having run out of his house and collided with her, holding onto her arm he stared at her eyes wild.

“Oh my god what is this?...”

Clutching at her legs, he slid down to the floor, knocking her phone out of his hand as he fell.

Jen stared down at him, watching in horror as he too turned to dust at her feet, shaking she reached down to pick up her phone, noting as she did so that it had gone black a crack across the screen.

In the days and weeks that followed the news published conflicting reports on what had happened. None of them seemed to know if the Avengers had survived and no one seemed to have seen them since Wakanda. Jen wept as she wrapped her hands around her growing belly protecting her child as best she could while grieving for his or her father.

***

They tried to fix it but it was too little too late.

Thanos had already destroyed the stones by the time they got to him, it was too late. Thor chopped his head off regardless, but it didn’t bring anyone back, they were never coming back.

The team retreated to the compound tired, defeated and despondent to accept the awful truth, they’d all lost people, the entire world was grieving and angry at the injustice of it all.

Steve kept hoping that he’d wake up one day and find it was all a bad dream but every day he woke up and it was the same.  

Tensions where running high in the compound, Tony was angriest of all with most of it directed towards Steve, he blamed him for not being there, he blamed himself too.

Finally about 2 months after Steve made a decision he had to go back, she wasn’t there but still he needed to see for himself. Nat offered to go with him half-heartedly, she knew he’d refuse and she wasn’t disappointed in that respect. Steve shook his head sadly “Thanks Nat but I need to do this alone” as he headed for the Quinjet, she nodded tears silently falling down her face as he left.

She cried a lot these days, they all did.

There was no need to hide anymore so Steve left the jet in a field a short walk away, there was no one around that cared.

He walked down her street, noticing the glazed faces as people went about their business because they didn’t know what else to do, still dazed and confused by all that had occurred.

Some houses had already started to look uncared for as hedges grew higher and flowers died with no one there to tend to them. Cars appeared abandoned on the edge of the road, one had clearly jumped the curb when it’s owner vanished, it was parked haphazardly through an overgrown hedge no one caring enough to move it.

Steve found himself looking down as he neared her house, not wanting to see it devoid of life without her there. As such he didn’t notice the freshly planted flowers in the border or the movement through the window.

Reaching the front door, he stretched his hand for the handle with a deep breath, freezing when he heard movement from the other side of the door.

Abruptly the door was ripped open a familiar yet tired face staring at him open mouthed.

They stood staring at each other neither believing their eyes, Steve noticed the dark circles under her eyes, her hair was unkempt rather than smooth and glossy as he was used to.

The most pronounced change was the swelling of her belly, clearly defined by the T-shirt she was wearing.

Dropping to his knees Steve pulled her to him burying his face in her stomach as he cried, her arms instinctively wrapping around his head and shoulders holding him close as she too sobbed.

“I thought I lost you” Jen gasped.

Rocking back on his heels to look up at her Steve smiled through his tears “I thought I’d lost you both”

She shook her head down at the father of her child “It’ll take more than that to get rid of me” she smiled giddily at him, elated at the unexpected reunion.

Surging to his feet he gathered her into his arms and kissed her with every ounce of longing and passion he possessed, desperately trying to reassure his tired senses that she was real.

Breaking apart Jen rested her forehead against his “It’s about damn time Soldier, what took you so long?”

Steve chuckled “I’m sorry Doll, but trust me when I say I am never leaving you again”

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[ladyvillainous]

Steve Rogers - 4th of July

AU set where all the avengers live in the tower together

Description

 It’s Cap’s 100th birthday and Stark throws him an epic party and gets him a gift...

Warnings

NSFW smut

Word Count: 4492

Cassie couldn’t believe her luck she was going to the Avengers Tower for their annual 4th of July celebrations.

This year they were going all out as it was also Captain America’s 100th Birthday, technically he was turning 30 but to Tony Stark bigger was always better.

It was Tony that had hired her to sing at the 1940’s themed birthday party in the Captain’s honour. Cassie specialised in era specific cabaret; she had a wide enough repertoire that she could do themed parties from 1920’s right up to today. She loved the 1940’s especially though it was her favourite and that showed when she sang.

She’d spent the afternoon setting her auburn hair into an elaborate 1940’s updo and was just putting the finishing touches to her makeup. With a well-practised flick of the wrist she applied the dark winged eyeliner before applying the finishing touch to any 1940’s look, a rich deep red lipstick.

She pouted at her reflection makeup really was an amazing invention, she’d gone from shy librarian to screen siren in half an hour with a handful of products and a bit of skill.

Cassie’s phone buzzed on the tabletop next to her signalling the arrival of the limousine Mr Stark had insisted on sending to escort her to the party.

The driver identified himself as Happy Hogan and that he was waiting downstairs when she was ready.

Excited as a schoolgirl Cassie checked her stockings were secure in her red lacy suspender belt and shimmied into her custom-made red satin off the shoulder full length dress. It fit her perfectly skimming her curves in all the right places, with a high neckline looking almost conservative from the front but the black plunged all the way to the very top of her ass, held in place only by 2 slender straps that encircled her shoulders. The silky material pooled slightly at her feet until she slid her feet into her red stiletto’s completing the look.

Grabbing her faux fur wrap and bag on the way out the door she slinked through her building entrance throwing the gaping doorman a kiss and a wink as he held the door open for her. There was definitely something about this dress that made her bolder than usual.

Happy was waiting by the car his mouth practically on the floor as she sauntered towards him, he composed himself enough to open the door before she reached him allowing her to slide smoothly into the back of the vehicle. As he shut the door behind her, she distinctly her him mutter “Happy Birthday Cap”

 On arrival to the tower Happy escorted her to the entertaining floor where Mr. Stark was supervising the set up of the party. Which essentially meant he was starting the party early with a whiskey while his girlfriend Pepper did all the work.

“Seriously Tony if you’re not going to help just go get ready” Cassie overheard her hissing at him.

“But I am helping” he admonished scandalised.

She just laughed at him “Ah you must be Cassie, the singer, you look fabulous” Pepper gasped as they reached the bickering couple.

“Hello Miss Potts, lovely to meet you” Cassie smiled widely shaking the hand Pepper proffered.

“Wait you’re the singer?” Tony stood blatantly staring his mouth hanging open.

Pepper shot him a glare “Yes Mr Stark we’ve met remember?” Cassie murmured confused.

“Nope doesn’t ring a bell, I vaguely remember a mousy little slip of a girl, not the femme fatale I see before me, now you I would have remembered” Tony smirked.

Cassie laughed “Well you said 1940’s glamour so here I am”

“Happy Birthday Capsicle” he snorted echoing Happy’s earlier comment.

“So, your assistant messaged me earlier that you had a couple of specific requests for me and would elaborate when I arrived. Did you have particular song in mind? I should just about have enough time to run through with the band before the party gets under way” Cassie enquired though she hated going on stage unprepared with an unknown song.

Tony smirked again “Ah well it’s not a song related request persay”

“Oh, I see then what is it you’re wanting me to do?” she asked warily, his reputation preceded him after all.

“Well our birthday boy is a bit shy, and dressed… well… like that sugar, he’s going to be putty in your hands. So I was thinking you could flirt with him a little, it’ll make his night”

Cassie couldn’t believe her ears “So can I just get this straight you want me to flirt with Captain America?”

“Yeah that gonna be a problem?” Tony downed the rest of his drink handing it to a passing waiter before looking back at Cassie for confirmation.

“Mr. Stark that is not something you have to ask me to do, it’ll be my absolute pleasure” She exclaimed thrilled, this was going to be a fantastic night.

Pepper laughed at the rapture on your face “Come on I’ll show you where to go and help get everything set up” Calling back over her shoulder as you both walked away ”Tony go change now!”

 The party was in full swing Cassie had been up on stage for an hour already belting out the most well known 1940’s tunes, the dance floor was heaving, everyone was having a good time.

Across the dancefloor Cassie had a very specific audience watching her every move.

“Jesus would you look at the way she moves, good thing Laura’s not here she’d murder me” Clint said mesmerised by Cassie’s swaying hips.

Sam wholehearted agreed “Lucky thing I’m single”

“Dream on bird brain she looks like she can tell a real man from a boy” Bucky stated downing another shot.

“Boys, that there is Stevie’s present from Tony so stop drooling and go about your business” Nat rolled her eyes catching them staring at you intently.

“Shame he has no idea what to do with a hot piece of ass like that” declared Tony.

“I know exactly what to do thank you Stark but I, unlike you, am a gentleman and will not be pawing at the poor girl like a piece of meat” Steve tried to shame the billionaire unsuccessfully.

Tony shrugged “Sure so that’s why you’re staring at her like a starving man at a buffet then?” he smirked and sauntered off towards the stage.

Cassie finished the last song with a flourish spotting Tony hovering at the side of the stage, he gave her a thumbs up that was her cue.

Signalling the band, they struck up the song Tony had chosen for her serenade the Captain with as they brought out the cake. Pointing directly across the dancefloor at the birthday boy, who froze like a deer in headlights, Cassie batted her eyelashes and crooked her finger inviting him over.

Steve’s throat went dry as Sam and Bucky shoved him across the floo,r the crowd parting for them.

I could feel it from the start Couldn't stand to be apart Something 'bout ya caught my eye Something moved me deep inside Don't know what ya did, boy, but you had it And I've been hooked ever since Told my mother, my brother, my sister, and my friends Told the others, my lovers, both past and present tense That every time I see you everything starts making sense

Nat and Clint broke into hysterics clutching their sides and each other at the look on Steve’s face as Cassie started slinking towards him shaking her hips to the Christina Aguilera Chart topper.

 Ain't no other man that can stand up next to you

Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do

You're the kinda guy a girl finds in a blue moon

You got soul, you got class, you got style, you're badass

Ain't no other man, it's true (Alright)

Ain't no other man but you!

 Cassie stepped down from the stage as she sang, reaching Steve on the final line, on a complete whim she rose up on tip toe, threw her arms around his broad shoulders and planted a swift kiss full on his lips. “Happy Birthday Captain” she whispered huskily in his ear, sliding down his body and sauntering back to the stage. Bucky and Sam whooped and clapped a stunned Steve on the back as he stared transfixed, mouth hanging open watching Cassie’s swaying behind walking away from him.

 The entire crowd hooted and hollered as the enormous cake was wheeled out to where Steve stood, breaking into a raucous and discordant rendition of Happy Birthday lead by Cassie back on stage microphone in hand.

 “That was brilliant Sugar, I feel like I should pay you extra for that little show” Tony said gleefully to Cassie handing her a slice of cake.

Taking the slice, she grinned and shook her head “No need Mr. Stark the pleasure was all mine”

He chuckled “Ok well how about you stay for the rest of the party, fireworks are going to be epic this year and they start in about half hour, oh and call me Tony”

“That would be great, thank you Mr… I mean… Tony” she called to his retreating back.

Now that she was officially off duty Cassie decided to take her cake out onto the balcony and stake out a good spot for the fireworks.

She stepped out into the fresh air sighing with pleasure as the cool air hit her skin, it was so stuffy inside with so many people crammed into one, admittedly very large, room. She sank gratefully into one of the lounge chairs dotted around dropping her untouched cake down onto the table next to her.

Cassie heard the balcony door slide open, looking round she smiled at the birthday boy as he made his way over to her, two glasses of champagne clutched in his hands.

“You looked thirsty” he stated, offering her one of the glasses.

Cassie smiled up at the blond god towering over her “Parched” she admitted with a smile, gratefully accepting the drink.

“Do you mind if I join you?” Steve asked tentatively.

Cassie pretended to think about it for a second “Well it would be rude to refuse the birthday boy” she winked at him, chuckling as he blushed.

Steve settled down on the chair next to Cassie’s “You were absolutely fantastic tonight, I’m so glad Tony hired you”

“Thank you I’ve loved every second plus Tony very kindly invited me to stay for the rest of the party”

Steve looked pleased “Really that is good news, so what are you doing out on the balcony then?”

“I love fireworks so I was unashamedly nabbing the best spot for myself” she confessed smiling.

“Sounds like a plan but there’s a better spot I know of if you’re interested?” Steve stood holding out his hand to her suddenly looking nervous “Trust me?”

“Well what’s the worst that could happen” Cassie giggled.

Steve led Cassie back inside, through the throng of party guests, slipped out to the elevator and rode it a few floors up. Entering a sparsely decorated apartment save for a few old photos, Steve shrugged off his jacket draping it over the arm of the sofa.

“Captain! Have you brought me to your apartment?” Cassie gasped theatrically an old photo of Bucky and Steve in her hands “Whatever do you have planned for me” she winked seductively.

Steve coloured, he was adorable, and motioned to the balcony on the other side of the room “My balcony has the best view of the fireworks, honest” he held up his hands.

Cassie slinked past him whispering “Shame” loud enough for Steve to hear her.

She stepped out onto the balcony sliding her hands against the cool metal of the railing taking in the breath-taking view of the New York skyline.

“What a view” she breathed.

“Couldn’t agree more” Steve commented stepping outside behind her. Gently he slid his arms around her waist bringing her back into his warm body, holding her flush against his chest “and I wasn’t talking about New York”

Cassie flushed with pleasure at the compliment, leant back into him turning her head and bringing her arm up to cup the back of his head, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

They stood moulded together languidly kissing, tasting one another for the longest time. Steve’s hands roamed her body unchecked, caressing her sides and whispering over her hips, skin sliding smoothly over the satin of her dress.

She sighed into his mouth giving Steve the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth massaging her tongue with his own.

The kiss turned needy as Cassie felt his hardening length pressing into her ass, she ground back into him earning a groan from the super soldier in return.

Steve pulled back suddenly remembering himself “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that I just couldn’t help myself” he released her stepping backwards but Cassie wasn’t having any of it.

Turning to face him she stepped back into his embrace, splaying her hands across his taut abs through his shirt “Did you hear me complaining?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Steve chuckled gently holding her away from his body “Well no, but a gentleman doesn’t take advantage of a beautiful woman”

Cassie smiled saucily at him “Well I’m no gentlemen and I have no problem taking advantage of a gorgeous soldier”

  Reaching up she pulled his mouth back down to hers, crashing her lips against his, moulding her body flush against his once again, running her hands up his broad chest across his shoulders, clinging to his bulging biceps.

Steve hesitated for half a second before groaning against her soft lips, gripping her hips with bruising force grinding her against his length.

Cassie felt the heat pooling between her legs, she hadn’t been this hot for a guy since she didn’t know when. It wasn’t her style to throw herself at men either, but this was different, Steve was different and tonight she was feeling brave, brazen and bold.

“I don’t usually do things like this” Steve breathed against her mouth

Cassie sniggered “Things like what? Luring willing young women to your apartment under the guise of watching the fireworks”

“Well… yes to be honest”

Cassie puled back slightly looking Steve in the eyes curiously “How long has it been Captain?”

Steve’s eyes widened “I…well...”

“Steve you have made love to a woman before, haven’t you?”

“Well…I…No actually I haven’t”

Cassie couldn’t help it her mouth fell open of its own accord as she gaped at the perfect specimen of manhood in front of her. “But surely women throw themselves at you all the time?”

Steve chuckled nervously “Well I don’t know that I’d say all the time, I’ve had opportunities, I dunno I guess I was waiting for someone special” he trailed off not quite meeting her eyes.

Cassie could see he was embarrassed, she found it quite frankly adorable “Steve…” she started gently lifting his chin to pull his eyes back to her “I’m honoured… are you sure you want to?”

Steve nodded “I’ve never wanted anyone like this Cassie, I want you”

Cassie smirked and rolled her hips against his, earning a groan in response “I can feel that Soldier, it is your birthday after all and fireworks were promised”

Turning him slightly she pushed him back and down into one of the chairs on his balcony, hitching up her dress to slide onto his lap straddling him.

Cassie pulled his arms back around her, kissing him with all the passion she had, wanting to show him how much she wanted him. She nibbled on his lower lip gaining entrance and sliding her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his once more.

She set to work on the buttons of his shirt leaving his mouth to trail kisses from his ear, down his throat, continuing down his chest with every button she popped open.

Steve rolled his head back, closing his eyes enjoying how she was making him feel, so totally distracted by her touch that he didn’t immediately realise she’d slid off his lap between his knees until he felt his belt being undone and his zipper lowered.

He lifted his head and looked down at her wondering if she was going to do what he thought she was. He didn’t have to wait long to find out as one of her hands slid into his boxers, stroking his length.

“Cassie you don’t…” he trailed off “Shhh, let me take care of you Captain”

Steve swallowed thickly, lifting his hips from the chair to allow her to swiftly pull his boxers with his pants lower freeing his straining cock from his constricting clothes.

Cassie’s eyes widened at the sight of him, long, thick and begging for release, Steve chuckled at the expression on her face “Super soldier remember”

She grinned up at him, running her fingers over his length, up and over his tip and back down, he sighed staring hypnotised by her movements “Tease” he muttered. He rolled his head backwards onto the chair again only for him to jerk upwards seconds later as he felt her slide him into her mouth, swirling her tongue over his tip, making him cry out.

Cassie lowered her head taking more of him in, relaxing her gag reflex until she felt him hit the back of her throat. Steve exhaled sharply releasing the breath he’d been unconsciously holding while he watched her lower herself onto his length.

She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard while he hissed in rapture, he wasn’t going to last long if she continued like this.

Taking a firm grip on the base of his throbbing erection she started to firmly pump with her hand, bobbing her head over him, alternating between sucking and swirling her tongue around his length.

She slid him all the way out running her tongue across his tip tasting his precum and then took him in as far as she could once again.

Steve groaned and fisted his hand in her hair roughly, pulling loose the pins from her elegant up do, she groaned against his shaft making him twitch in her mouth with the vibration.

“Shit Cassie” he cursed hoarsely starring down at the red lipped angel between his thighs, her soft hair cascading in waves around her face, it was the most intensely erotic thing Steve had ever seen.

Looking up at him from under her lashes she watched him come apart at her touch, his chest heaving as gasped for air. They locked eyes just as Cassie squeezed him tight and sucked hard one last time, Steve gave a shuddering moan and exploded in her mouth shooting his hot seed directly down her throat.

Cassie held him tight milking him with her mouth, making sure she caught every last drop before pulling him out of her mouth with a lewd pop.

Steve gasped for air, his orgasm still coursing through him as the fireworks began above them, Cassie lifted her head to watch smiling at the sky.

Leaning forward Steve pulled her to him kissing her roughly, as she still knelt between his legs “I’ll show you fireworks alright” he ground out against her lips.

Pulling his pants up he helped Cassie to her feet, lifting her easily, throwing her over his shoulder and marching back into his apartment. She squealed in surprise as her stilettos fell from her feet clattering to the balcony floor.  

 Steve marched her straight into his bedroom dropping her carefully onto her stockinged feet, her stilettos abandoned where they fell on the balcony, turning her so that she faced away from him.

Cassie giggled as he kissed down the side of her neck, running his hands across the soft flesh of her back sliding his fingers underneath the straps of her dress, lowering them down her arms, exposing her aching breasts “We’re missing the fireworks Captain”

He pushed the straps the rest of the way down her arms causing her dress to drop to the floor, pooling at her feet. Spinning her around he crushed her to him again loving the feel of her bare breasts against his chest “No we’re not Doll, we’re making our own… Have I told you how much I love it when you call me Captain” he growled against her lips.

Cassie smirked in response “Show me how much Captain” deliberately emphasising the last word.

Steve smirked down at her, walking her backwards to the bed until it hit the back of her knees, she fell backwards, biting her lower lip she scooted up the bed.

His arms shot out grabbing her ankles, hauling her back down the bed towards him, Cassie shrieked at the sudden movement not understanding his intent until Steve hooked his fingers into her red lace panties, sliding them down her legs and discarding them over his shoulder with a wink.

Shrugging out of his shirt Steve sunk to his knees spreading her thighs, hooking her legs over his shoulders and bending his face to her core placing a gentle kiss to her folds. Cassie sighed, propping herself up on both elbows watching the Super soldier go to work.

Gently he teased her with kisses and kitten licks making her squirm with need under his touch “Please Captain”

Steve raised his gaze to her face, her mouth open, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed. Clamping a strong arm over her hips he thrust his tongue inside her entrance to taste her as he screamed his name “Oh Captain!”

He chuckled against her folds sending vibrations straight to her clit and making her buck her hips into his face. Withdrawing his tongue, he fastened his mouth to her sensitive bundle of nerves nipping and sucking as he abruptly inserted two fingers into her right up to the knuckle.

Cassie screamed his name again arching her back off the bed with the pleasure, Steve starting pumping his thick digits into her at a furious pace, crooking his fingers to reach just the right spot inside her, all the while torturing her clit with his mouth. She lost it his screaming incoherently, bucking wildly against his arm holding her down, turning into a whimpering mess as she felt the tug in her belly, her orgasm building to fever pitch.

“That’s it Doll, cum for me” he moaned against her clit, at his word she came apart at the seams, dark spots blurring her vision as she rode her high. Steve continued his ministrations gradually slowing to gently bring her back down to earth. His cock was rock hard again begging to be buried up to the hilt into her soaking pussy.  

Quickly divesting himself of his pants and boxers, flinging them into the same corner as Cassie’s panties he crawled onto the bed between her legs, scooting her further up until her head hit his pillow. He kissed her deeply sinking into her in one fluid motion. Cassie cried out at the feeling of being so full, she could feel every vein and ridge against her walls, the feeling was almost enough to push her over the edge again.

“Jesus Cassie, you’re so tight” Steve ground out his forehead pressed against hers, holding himself still to allow her to accommodate his size.

Cassie gasped “Nope, Super soldier remember” chuckling.

Steve grinned down at her, kissing her passionately until she was ready for him to move.

She was surprised as he set a languid pace, sliding slowly out of her and then slamming back into her making her scream out each time.

This was love making at it’s finest all breath, all touch, all tangled sweaty limbs as they held each other close trying to sink even further into each other with every thrust. It blew Cassie’s mind she had no idea sex could be like this, how Steve knew exactly what to do she had no idea, either he was a natural sex god or fibbing about being a virgin but right now she didn’t really care which it was.

They lost track of time, lost in one another, the feeling of their bodies moving as one. Cassie felt her orgasm building inside her once again, she tried to hold on knowing Steve wasn’t close but when he hooked her hip around his, changing the angle and hitting her sweet spot dead on she no longer had a choice, her walls clamping down and squeezing Steve’s rock hard cock. Her second release was even bigger than the first, robbing her of speech leaving her gasping for breath.

Steve kissed her long and hard as she came back to earth then pulled out of her abruptly.

“On your knees Doll” he ordered.

Cassie whimpered at the sudden loss but quickly flipped over onto her stomach and up onto shaky legs.

Pulling her back and up flush against his chest, he fisted a hand in her hair, kissing her roughly and thrust into her again in one fluid movement, Cassie groaned into his mouth in response.

Steve broke the kiss and gently nudged her back down onto her knees a hand pressing on her back sliding over her smooth skin “Best hold on Doll”

Cassie nodded weakly gripping the bedspread as Steve pulled out and slammed back into her again over and over at a brutal bruising pace, his strong hands digging into the flesh on her hips as he chased his own high.

She screamed his name over and over and over until she was hoarse spurring him on, until with a loud expletive Steve exploded into her once again coating her insides with his seed as he ripped yet another final orgasm from her body, her walls spasming around his cock.

“Fuck”

He pumped into twice more milking his cock and then pulled out falling down onto the bed next to her. Pulling her exhausted body down next to him into his arms she immediately snuggled into his chest. They lay quietly catching their breath “Who knew Captain America had such a dirty mouth, Language Stevie!”

Steve chuckled into her hair “I think I may enjoy you calling me Stevie even more than Captain”

Suddenly there was a banging on the door to the apartment “For Gods sake Steve!” bellowed Tony, “You left the balcony door open, we heard everything from 3 floors up over the fireworks!”

Steve went bright red and groaned while Cassie giggled quietly in shock, there was no way he’d be living this down anytime soon.

“Proud of you Captain, I had no idea you had it in you, looks like all the videos I sent you did the trick” Tony shouted with a laugh returning to the party.

Cassie grinned at the Super soldier who blushed beet red, well that solved that mystery.

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[ladyvillainous]

Steve Rogers - Silent Night

Part of my Christmas Advent Series

Description

Steve takes Holly to a carol concert

Warnings

Christmas themed fluff

Word Count: 969

“Oh my god Steve! Where are we going it’s freezing” Holly whined, practically jogging along in Steve’s wake trying to keep up with his long strides, though even that wasn’t keeping her warm.

“You’re seriously complaining about being cold?” he asked, turning sideways to look at her, confusion flashing across his face when he realised, she wasn’t there but at least 3 paces behind him.

“Sorry” he grinned at her sheepishly, consciously slowing himself down so she could keep up.

Holly huffed, trying to catch her breath, finally falling back into step at his side “It is minus 4 out here” she rubbed her hands together, attempting to bring back the feeling to her numb fingers.

“Slight exaggeration, but why didn’t you bring gloves?” he rolled his eyes, though he still stopped and reached for her hands enclosing them, in his larger warm ones.

Holly sighed, starting to warm up at last “Oh Stevie, you’re always so warm”

He chuckled at the nickname, she only called him that when she wanted something and the way she was looking up at him and batting her eyelashes, he suspected he knew exactly what it was.

 “Fine come here” he barked out a laugh and held open his jacket.

Leaping into his warm body, Holly tucked her arms around his back, underneath his jacket and buried her face in his shirt clad chest, inhaling his cologne with a deep sigh.

He laughed once more, his chest rumbling against her cheek, closing his jacket around her tiny frame to hold her close. He dropped his face to her hair, the scent of jasmine wafting through his nostrils, relaxing him instantly.

Holly chuckled “I really must get you a bottle of my shampoo, though it is a little weird how much you like it”

Steve started guiltily, clearly he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought “Nah Doll I only like it on you”

Holly sneaked a glance up at his smiling face, did he just say he liked the way she smelled. Shaking her head, she admonished herself internally for thinking crazy thoughts, choosing to instead whine into his chest “Can we please go back to the Tower now? It’s warm there”

“No” he sighed “Trust me, it’ll be worth it. I’ll keep you warm I promise”

 Holly reluctantly released him, stepping backwards away from his body heat and into the frigid air, feeling even colder than before. Steve clocked the shiver, taking her hand in his he tugged her down the sidewalk with their hands intertwined, tucked inside his jacket pocket.

Holly felt her face grow red at the contact but prayed the cold flush would hide her reaction.

A block later they stopped outside a small run-down looking church in the middle of Brooklyn, Holly was confused until she spotted the sign declaring tonight’s carol service, due to start in few minutes time. The carollers were already assembled on the front steps, they’d arrived just in time.

Pulling Holly round in front of him Steve tagged them onto the back of the waiting crowd near a wall to protect Holly from the bitter wind. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her backwards into his chest, holding her close to keep her warm. Holly sighed contentedly, resting her head back against his chest, peering up at him with a radiant smile into his upside-down face. He chuckled down at her, resting his head atop hers as the music started.

 Silent night, holy night

All is calm, all is bright

Round yon Virgin, Mother, Mother and Child

Holy infant so tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace

Sleep in heavenly peace

They stood quietly listening to the beautiful and eerie sound of the carol echoing around the surprising quiet New York streets completely at peace. Holly’s hands unconsciously crept up and covered Steve’s their fingers interlocking as they huddled together, tightly clasped to one another, neither one wanting to be anywhere else, but to stay right here forever.

Silent night, holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight Glories stream from heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia! Christ, the Saviour is born Christ, the Saviour is born

As the song finished, Holly sighed “Thank you Stevie, you were right this was worth braving the cold for”

Steve swallowed nervously, it was now or never “You’re the only one I wanted to bring here Holly”

She peered up at his suddenly serious face, reading the uncertainty in his eyes, taking a deep breath, Holly took a chance, not allowing this moment pass, as so many others had.

Twisting in his arms, Holly rose up on tip toe, her hands sliding up his strong chest to rest on his shoulders. He didn’t once drop his hold on her, enclosing her more securely in his arms as she moved, pulling her closer still, until they stood face to face, his hands splayed across her lower back.

They paused staring into one another’s eyes, the same thought running through both their heads “I’m glad” she whispered at last, leaning in to press her cool lips against his softly.

Steve responded gently at first still unsure, Holly chuckled against his lips, sensing his hesitation. Throwing caution to the wind, she curled a hand into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to her and pressing her lips firmly against his.

He groaned quietly in response, his lips parting to allow her to slide her tongue into his mouth to dance sensually with his, the kiss deepening further still.

Breathlessly they broke apart, gasping for air, still moulded together, wide smiles on their faces, as they rested their foreheads together.

“I’ve wanted to do that all year” Steve whispered.

“What took you so long?” Holly responded, pulling his lips to hers once more.

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