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arrow-guy · 1 year

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Within the Ashes (2/??)

Summary: You’ve spent your life working for someone else. You watch their back, you protect them, but you’re left feeling empty and unfulfilled at the end of the day. What happens when a freak accident transports you to a different dimension, very nearly identical to your own?

A/N: Hi guys! Chapter two is here and it’s time to learn more about the reader and what’s happened to them. If you’re squeamish about burns/injury, please please please read the warnings. I didn’t hold back with the Ick with the reader’s burns and I don’t want you to either read something that’ll make you feel sick or uncomfortable. That said, please enjoy!

Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong

Pairing(s): StevexReader, background Spideytorch

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of burns (fresh and healing), disorientation, interrogation (not intense), different realities

Part 1

“Are they actually alive?” Tony asks.

Steve inches closer and faintly hears the body whimper.

“For now.”

“Christ, that’s gotta be painful.”

“We need to get them to medical.”

“They could be trying to kill us.”

“They can’t do much of anything right now, Tony.”

Tony rolls his eyes and gestures to a set of drawers. “Third down, there’s fresh sheets. Grab one.”

“You keep sheets in the lab?”

“Sheets, drop cloths, same thing at the end of the day. Doesn’t matter, just grab one.”

Steve does as he’s told and they work together to bundle the body up in the soft fabric. The pink-ish ooze of freshly healing burns immediately soaks into the sheet anywhere it touches the wounds. Steve only notices when he scoops them up in his arms. He frowns and turns to Tony.

“Does it look like they’re healing?”

“What?”

“It looks like they’re healing, Tony.” Steve pulls back a corner of the sheet to reveal their shoulder. “That’s not what fresh burns look like. Especially ones this bad.”

Tony’s expression is a mix of disgust and fascination as his eyes flit over the body. The burns on their shoulder slowly, very slowly, skin over with a milky white ooze that could easily be mistaken for infection. It’s not yellow enough, though. Whoever this person is, they heal inhumanly fast.

All Tony says is, “They’re probably in a lot of pain.”

Steve nods and hurries out into the hall, unmoving body clutched to his chest. Tony follows close behind, issuing commands for F.R.I.D.A.Y. to pass along to their medical team.

Steve barely has one foot in the door before someone whisks the body away and someone else places their hand squarely on his chest to stop his momentum. He tries to protest, but his arms are already empty.

“We’ll take it from here, Captain,” they say. “If they heal as fast as Mr. Stark says, we have to move quickly to ensure they’re not permanently stuck in the fetal position.”

Steve nods numbly. “Alright.”

“Any updates we have, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Ah-thank you.”

They nod and quickly move to the bed where the body was placed moments ago. The medical team begins moving their limbs and Steve can’t hear his eyes away out of morbid fascination with the sight. Only when they whimper again does he remember what he’s watching. He averts his eyes and turns back out into the hallway. Tony’s leaning against the wall to Steve’s right, tapping away on his phone.

“They’re in good hands, Steve,” he says. “They’ll heal before you know it and we’ll get our answers.”

“I’d hate to be them right now.”

“Any sane person would be.” Tony pushes off the wall and walks off down the hall. “Lemme know if there are any changes.”

Steve scrubs his hands over his face and slowly walks back to his office.

(Y/N) doesn’t know where she is. Can’t really move her limbs or open her eyes. She’s tired enough that she doesn’t really want to try. She does know she’s in a hospital of some kind. There’s the distant, pulsing beep of a heart monitor and she can occasionally hear the sounds of pen scratching on paper.

The bed she’s lying on is anything but soft and the sheets make her itch all over. She’s cold, initially, but she’s not awake enough at any given time to complain anyway.

Eventually, when she finally feels herself coming back to her body, she’s moved to a different bed. A smooth garment is slipped onto her body and she’s placed on top of sheets significantly softer than before. She’s still sore and pain occasionally flares up around particularly tender areas, especially where her skin is thinnest, but she finds that she’s more comfortable. It’s easier to let herself rest.

When she can finally open her eyes, it’s not for very long. Staying awake takes too much energy. She rolls over, ignores the way her left arm won’t move and the pressure around that wrist, and goes back to sleep. She can worry about it when she’s more lucid and the steadily growing pressure behind her eyes dissipates.

Unfortunately, she wakes up with a pounding headache and something about the bright, buzzing fluorescent lights only serves to make it worse. So, she attempts to cover her eyes with her left arm, only to be stopped short. (Y/N) frowns and tugs against the resistance on her arm. Same distance, but it's followed by a feeble, metallic rattle. Her frown deepens and she cracks one eye to investigate while rubbing the other with her free hand.

She finds her left hand bound at the wrist to the hospital bed railing with a length of gray fabric. The material has very little give and the knots at either end are tied well. Even knowing this she tries to pull at the loop around her wrist. She puts a little extra strength behind it. Even so, unsurprisingly, it does nothing.

"Huh."

She's looking a little too closely at the knot at her wrist and thinking about using her teeth on it when a man appears at the foot of the bed. Startled, she jumps and accidentally smacks herself in the face with her left hand. She makes a small noise of disappointment and rubs at the point of impact.

“Sorry,” the man says. “Did I startle you?”

“A little,” she mumbles.

“I need to ask you a few questions.”

(Y/N) watches him fold his arms across his chest and wishes she could poke his biceps. She might have super strength, but she’s never had the resting muscle definition to prove it. Johnny always teases her for staring at Jen Walters for a little too long. She sighs and briefly wonders if he knows where she is.

“Miss?”

“What? Sorry. I’m a little spacy.” She moves to run her hand over her hair, but only finds the stubbly peach fuzz of regrowth. “Weird.”

“With the state you were in when you showed up, I’d say you’re lucky to even have hair.”

“Was it really that bad?”

“It was pretty grotesque.”

“Oh. Sorry.” (Y/N) clears her throat and sits herself up. “You have questions?”

“Right.” He squares his shoulders. (Y/N) thinks it’s to make him more intimidating. It doesn’t work. “Who sent you?”

“Sorry?”

“You appeared out of thin air in our lab. It’s hard to believe that would just randomly happen. So, who sent you?”

(Y/N) shakes her head. “No one.”

“I don’t believe you. So I’ll ask again; why are you here?”

“Okay, well I don’t know where here is, so you have me at a distinct disadvantage.”

“You don’t know where you are?”

“No.”

“Where did you plan to be?”

“At home, in my bed, reading a book.” She looks around the room. “Where am I?”

“Avengers tower.”

“Tower?” Confused, she frowns. “I thought the Avengers operated out of a mansion somewhere in the city.”

“What mansion?”

“Y’know, that posh mansion with a bunch of floors below the ground that too many people know how to get to.” The man doesn’t give any indication that he does, in fact, know. “Tony Stark funds everything? Captain America is the figurehead?”

“Sounds right, but the location is wrong.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I’m Captain America.”

The corner of her mouth quirks up. “No you’re not.” The man raises one eyebrow. “Are you?”

“I am.”

“But you’re so…” Handsome, soft, almost approachable, her brain supplies. “And he’s so righteous, buzzcut, quarterback.” Her eyes go wide with realization and her hand flies to her mouth. “Oh God, Reed. What’d you do?”

Had Reed’s transport actually worked? Even with chunks flying off, even after exploding, had it sent her to a different dimension? It seems like that’s what happened. This man claims to be Steve Rogers, but he doesn’t look like the Captain she knows. Well, that’s not entirely true. He does look like her Steve Rogers, but not enough for her to think they’re the same person. But who’s to say anyone’s equivalent in a different reality would match them perfectly?

“Who’s Reed?”

“My boss. Reed Richards.”

“Am I supposed to know who that is?”

“You don’t know him?”

“Can’t say that I do.”

“He’s lauded as one of the smartest humans on the planet. Right up there with Stark and Banner.” The Captain just shakes his head. “What about the Fantastic Four? Mr. Fantastic, the Invisible Woman, Human Torch, the Thing?”

“They don’t sound familiar, no.”

She presses the heels of her hands to her eyes. “I must sound like a lunatic.”

“Yes, you do.” A man with dark hair and perfectly groomed facial hair strides into the room. “But I have heard of Richards, and I’m particularly offended that you’d compare the two of us.”

(Y/N) would know that goatee anywhere, but the face is wrong. “You’re-”

“Tony Stark.”

She nods. “Right.”

“Why don’t you explain what’s going on here.”

(Y/N) presses her fingers to her temple. “I’m Reed’s lab assistant. He’s been working on interdimensional transportation for months now and finally settled on something he was sure would work a few days ago, but when we went to tests, the entire thing malfunctioned. Thing literally blew up. From what I can remember, I was caught in the blast. Now I’m here.”

“Hilarious. Tell the truth.”

“I am.”

“That technology doesn’t exist yet. Not to mention the fact that your entire body was one massive third degree burn. Yet you’ve miraculously healed. Explain.”

“I have a healing factor that’s just a smidge weaker than Wolverine’s. I wouldn’t survive a nuclear blast, but full body third degree burns are manageable, I guess.”

“Wolverine?”

“Nigh unto immortal Mutant? Legendary X-Man?” Both Rogers and Stark shake their heads. “Seriously? He’s been alive since before the civil war.��

“Doesn’t ring any bells.”

“Great, you don’t have the X-Men.” She drags her hand over what little hair has grown back. “The only explanation I can come up with, and I apologize for my limited knowledge, I’m just the muscle, is that I was transported to a universe or reality adjacent to mine. Which… would only serve to prove Reed’s theory about a multiverse.”

“Seriously? A multiverse?”

“I don’t know, ask Doctor Strange. I’m not an expert by any means, but I know that this is one of the many intersections of science and magic.” She pauses. “Stephen Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme here, right?”

“He might be.”

“Okay.” She nods, mostly to herself. “Okay.”

“What’s your name?” Rogers asks.

“(Y/N).”

“Last name?”

“(Y/L/N),” she answers. “There might be another me in this reality, but I don’t know how closely realities mimic each other, so… who knows.”

Rogers hums and turns to look at Stark, who just shrugs and says he’ll look into it. He then leaves with the promise of contacting Strange and (Y/N) is suddenly alone with Rogers.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I know this is a lot for all of you to deal with.”

“It’s fine.”

“Okay.” She bites her lip. “How long was I out for?”

“About four days.”

“Oh shit. That’s way longer than I’ve been down in the past.”

“You were barely recognizable as a human being when you appeared. I think that gives you a pass on healing a little slower than usual.”

“Mm, you’re probably right.” Rogers nods absentmindedly. “Wild question; could you untie me?”

“Hm?”

“Could you untie me?” she repeats. “I know it’s for everyone’s safety, but I'm not going anywhere, and I’m pretty sure I’ll accidentally break the railing if I fall asleep like this again.”

"It's pretty sturdy."

"Could you break this pretty sturdy railing?"

"We'll, yeah-"

"Then I'd be able to break it." He raises his eyebrows and she gestures to herself. "Pretty-sturdy-railing will meet pretty-strong-burn-victim, and the burn victim will win."

“So you heal quickly and you’re super strong?”

"Yes, exactly."

"How?"

(Y/N) shrugs. "Luck of the draw, I guess. I mean, how does anyone get their powers, if not by chance?"

"In my experience, through a lot of scientific experimentation."

“Mm, I guess so. You said you don’t know about the X-Men, right?”

“Right.”

“Hm, then I guess you don’t really have anyone who’s genetically predisposed to having powers, then.”

"Maybe we do and we just haven't met them yet."

"Maybe." She stifles a yawn. "The government likes to beat back anyone they see as a threat with a stick, so I wouldn't blame anyone for hiding their powers."

"They do that where you're from?"

"Mhm." Rogers quietly approaches and unties the knot around (Y/N)'s wrist in one smooth motion. "Thank you. It's cyclical, sometimes."

"Can't say it's much different here." (Y/N) yawns again and tries to sit up a little straighter. “You should get some rest.”

She shakes her head and absentmindedly rubs her left wrist. “I’m sure you have more questions.”

“Nothing that can’t wait till tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” He pats her shoulder and heads for the door. “I’ll make sure some food is sent up for you.”

“Thank you, Captain Rogers.”

He nods and disappears into the hallway.

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Part 3

Alrighty, so the reader character isn’t dead, huzzah! But now they’re stuck in an alternate reality. Could this prove to be a Bad Thing? Or maybe it’s just a brand new adventure. You’ll have to tune in next time to find out.

As always, I’d love to know what you thought of this chapter! Are you surprised by how careful Steve was with the Body? How do you feel about the Reader character being tied to their hospital bed? Was Steve as intimidating as he thought he was? Be sure to reblog, comment, and/or shoot me an ask and tell me all about it!

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justtobehere00 · 5 months

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I Accept.

Steve's little sister has been spending a noticeable amount of time with Bucky, which leads Steve to being the brother he is.

Bucky Barnes & Reader- Platonic for now

Steve Rogers &Reader- Siblings.

Steve looks intently at Bucky; spilling the question. “Do you like my sister?” Steve asks. “What?!” Bucky exclaims. “Do you like my sister?” Steve asks again. It’s a wonder how Bucky was able to ask his question; between tripping on his words and trying to sort out his fast, blurry thoughts, he asks. “Who’s your sister?” “_____.” Steve immediately responds.

Bucky realizes why it seemed like he wasn’t talking to his best friend at the moment. He’s talking to his crush’s brother. ‘He seems to know about it, so let’s just be honest, Bucky thinks.

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing his folded arm that’s resting on his bent knees.

Steve nods, accepting the truth.

“All I need from you- if you plan on acting on these feelings, don’t hurt her. Don’t do anything that can bring pain to her. I’m happy that you found someone, my sister nonetheless. But that also means I’m going to be at times her brother instead of your best friend. Which also means that I may be a little tougher on you when it comes to making certain decisions that could involve her. I won’t be in your relationship but I will make sure you’re both taken care of.” he expresses.

Bucky’s stunned. Not because his friend approves, he had a feeling that he would regardless but; surprised for accepting him again. And with someone very important to them both.

Yes it’s their choice if they want to date, but he feels much happier knowing that his crush’s brother, his best friend,agrees.

Bucky turns to Steve and graces him in a big hug. Surprised by the sudden gesture, but hugs back nonetheless.

Parting from the hug, Bucky’s face falls in realization. “Oh shit” he mutters. “What?” Steve asks, “I haven’t thought about how to ask her out.” Bucky says. Steve can only try to contain his snickers and fails miserably. Letting his loud laugh flow from his chest and out his mouth. Head thrown back and smacking his knee, he looks over at his best friend and laughs harder.

“Hahaha, you need help- asking-her-out-” Steve chimes as he laughs more.

“So can you help me?” Bucky asks, a little amused by Steve’s outburst but also nervous shitless. Steve cools down, well attempting after another round of laughs. When he finally calms down enough to speak full sentences, he exposes “I can help you with a lot of things, but getting you with my sister? Nah,” Steve responds, as he lets the new laugh rumble from his stomach. Bucky grumbles to himself trying not to laugh at Steve’s withering figure.

‘Now how in the Hell do I ask her out?’ Bucky thinks as he watches Steve. Cracking into a smile himself then bursts out laughing with Steve; when Steve takes another glance at disgruntled friend.

#self love comes first #Bucky Barnes x black reader #SteveRogersxreader #platonic #romance #Loveyourself #ILoveYou #YoureSafe #YoureSafeWithMe

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notenoughfandoms · 11 months

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You've Done This Before, Right? (Steve Rogers x Reader - SMUT)

Summary: You kiss Steve in the parking lot and well, one thing leads to another

A/N - GIF NOT MINE

Warnings: Smut, More Smut, and nothing but smut, Language, 18+

You couldn't believe it. You'd fallen for Steve Rogers. He was basically your closest friend. And now you found him hot. Great. Just Great.

You were sitting on the table in the compound, thinking about your gigantic crush on the super solider, when Bucky walked in.

"Doll, if you're going to picture doing....things with our best friend, you might as well tell him how you feel."

Along with Steve, Bucky was also your best friend, so naturally, he knew how you felt.

"I'm not picturing anything."

"Yeah, and Stark is good with people."

"Don't pull the sarcasm on me, Barnes. That's my job, alright."

He threw his hands up in mock surrender.

"All right, I get it! It is also my duty to get y'all together fast, the sexual tension is killing me."

Just then Steve walked in.

"What's killing him?"

"Oh- uh, just you know, Tony's sarcasm." you sputtured.

Bucky smirked at how flustered you got, and Steve quirked an eyebrow.

"Tony?"

"Yeah. Iron Man...."

"Oh. Ok. So, I was gonna go for a run, so, wanna come with?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Good. If you two keep flirting, I'm gonna throw up in my breakfast.", Bucky commented

You blushed (so did he) as you walked to your room and got changed. You put your silky h/c hair in a ponytail, and changed into a black sports bra with matching joggers.

You went downstairs, and seemingly only Bucky noticed the way Steve was staring at you.

As you ran next to Steve, you felt the cool morning air hit your face. You thought about what would happen if you told Steve what you felt for him. You'd been so caught up in your thoughts, you didn't realize that you were both in the garage. You both slowed down and stopped while he got some water from his car.

"Y/N? You doing ok?", He asked, stepping closer to you.

"Yeah, just..thinking."

"Ok"

You decided it was time.

"Actually, Steve, I've been meaning to tell you something. I like you. I have for a while, but I didn't know if you'd feel the same, and-"

He cut you off by kissing you abruptly, and you kissed back with pleasure. You deepened the kiss, and he licked your lips. You opened your mouth for him to enter, and he darted his tongue in your mouth, exploring it. You moaned quietly. You both pulled apart panting, and you could hardly resist the temptation to pull his clothes off and fuck him senseless.

"I've been wanting to do that. I like you too, Y/N. And I gotta admit, I got kinda jealous hearing you call him Tony."

You wanted to kiss him again.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"Good. We should take this to my room, then."

"Yeah. Totally."

You both headed to your room, giggling like teenagers. You both got in your room, and he locked the door, and shoved you against the wall, kissing you passionately, his tongue darting back in your mouth. You both started to head to the bed, and stopped him.

"You've done this before, right?, you asked

He nodded. That was all you needed. You took off his shirt, and he took of your bra, then cupped your breasts in his hands, causing you to moan. He took of your pants, and as he was taking off your panties, shoved two fingers inside you, making you moan with pleasure.

You slowly took off his boxers, his hard member showing. He layed you on the bed, and kissed you once more, going all the way down. He circled his tongue around your clit, and you whimpered.

"Steve.", you moaned.

"Use your words, sweetheart.", he raspily replied

"I need you inside me."

"As you wish."

He thrust inside of you, and you let out a louder moan this time. He kept thrusting, and flipped him. You know hovered over him, and you rode his large dick.

"Fuck, baby, so wet for me."

You both moaned, and the bed racked. Eventually, you both unraveled, panting.

"That was...amazing, Y/n."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Steve,:

#steverogersxreader #steverogers #buckybarnes #marvel #marvelimagine #smut #steverogerssmut

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marvelmcumania · 2 years

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A Plan for my Next Book

Well, welcome to marvelmcu.mania(I am in Wattpad and Instagram too)

So I wanna make another book (when others are still going ) Steve Rogers x Reader where the reader is the elder sister of Wanda and Pietro (Maybe like the eldest of the triplet). Most likely Y/N Maximoff and both of them are having the same powers. But colors are different. I have seen many ones being green and the others blue which are already taken by authors. Those books can be found on Wattpad and are also paired with different characters. So I think it would be good if the color was yellow or you can suggest me below in the comments and the name given to a witch(EG: Scarlett Witch)

Movies that would be included will be :

Captain America The Winter Soldier (Post Credits)

Avengers Age of Ultron

Captain America Civil War

Avengers Infinity War

Avengers Endgame

Maybe Wanda Vision TFATWS What If...? and DSMOM will be included.

UPDATE: The name has been decided for the witch

Spoiler Alert

REVEALS: Amber (no not that Amber B*tch Heard)

What do you all think?

Update: I have decided to make her elder and them having an age gap of two years the twins were born in 1989 and Y/N Maximoff in 1987

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abstractnerddreams · 1 year

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Heaven Don't Have a Name - Spend the Days Dreaming and the Nights Awake (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1281305839-heaven-don%27t-have-a-name-spend-the-days-dreaming?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=abstractnerddreams&wp_originator=p4kDBdqdBdtFUeFzB2n4b0uDPCeX0d78eLJn9y84zIF4HlStWUuiozYROQfCuvsnUN8ly8o5Tu6ouzz4UuWPLfOTxunASrL%2FhHZU0OCsLWTOlMI49%2BObbVKYCsqzEQIj A dead end job you hate, a family that doesn't care to understand you, and even your friends seem like they don't care that much about it. It feels like you are stuck in a cycle of depression and ennui with no way out. There's really nothing special about you. At least not special enough to attract two men-rockstars who are hotter than sin itself-to you. But that's exactly what happens; and that's when when your life takes a brand new turn. Bucky and Steve always said they'd be there for each other 'til the end of the line. Best friends, lovers, bandmates, life was great. And then they meet you. And they realize there's something else their life needs. ***For 18+ readers. Contains adult themes including but not limited to: explicit sexual content, recreational drug and alcohol use, and violence.*** ***NOTE: this is a collection of short stories rather than a novel****

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ao3feed-buckyreader · 2 years

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love a broken girl

by kmblck

*read 'who could love a broken girl' first*

*warning contains smut and mentions of violents*

we continue where we left of. but it is far from a happy ever after. y/n thinks her life is meaningless and wants to do something with her day, so she decides to go to school again. which might have consequences for her relationship. she also start to fall in love with someone else, will she leave Steve for him? and where is hydra and what are they planning? read it in 'love a broken girl'

{SteveRogersxReader} {BuckyBarnesXReader} {StuckyXReader}

english is not my first language so i'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes.

Words: 114475, Chapters: 51/51, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Winter Soldier (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Captain America - Character, Winter Soldier

Relationships: Captain America/Reader, winter soldier/reader, stucky/reader - Relationship, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Threesome - F/M/M

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39130401

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 2 years

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love a broken girl

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ko7IhW9

by kmblck

*read 'who could love a broken girl' first*

*warning contains smut and mentions of violents*

{SteveRogersxReader} {BuckyBarnesXReader} {StuckyXReader}

english is not my first language so i'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes.

Words: 114475, Chapters: 51/51, Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Captain America - Character, Winter Soldier

Relationships: Captain America/Reader, winter soldier/reader, stucky/reader - Relationship, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Threesome - F/M/M

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ko7IhW9

#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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paarthurnax59 · 1 year

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My introduction to my supernatural/ Avengers fanfiction! please read it on Wattpad!

#deanwinchesterxreader #platonicSteveRogersxreader #supernaturalxreader #avengersxreader #steverogersxreader #avengersfanfic #supernaturalfanfic

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dreamingofbucky · 2 years

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TEASE ME ONCE | STEVE ROGERS X FEM!READER

✧･ﾟ: *✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

summary || You loved to tease your boyfriend, Steve, but how far can you go until he realizes? You’ll just have to find out.

word count: 6k

Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors DNI. slow burn, teasing, oral (m to f), use of sex toys, praise kink, size kink, b*ndage with ties (beedeeSM? yes, please), explicit adult content.

This weekend has been rather boring. While most weekends were spent either with your boyfriend, Steve, or with your best friend, Natasha, this weekend just seemed to be on standstill.

Your body was itching to do something, but you didn’t know what. Steve left early that morning to be with Sam and Bucky, his two best friends, and although you thought you would be able to make plans with your friends they were all busy.

So, what did you end up doing? Hatch a devious plan for when Steve got back.

He should be getting back anytime now, your eyes glancing at the clock again on the kitchen stove, the small digits displaying that it was almost six pm.

You ran to the main bedroom and threw the closet doors open, stepping inside the massive walk-in closet and humming along to a random song in your head. Your hands glided against the various fabrics that were hanging on the right side of the closet. If you wanted Steve to keep up with your games tonight, you’d have to do it right.

Once you near the correct section of the hangers, your hands drift towards a lace set of panties and a bra. The soft nude fabric with small flower details etched all over was perfect.

Steve and you were almost a year together and even when he was busy with missions, you both maintained a pretty active sex life. It’s like once the two of you were in the same room, you both went feral.

Grabbing the hanger, you pull the set closer to you and throw it onto the ottoman in the middle of the closet. You’d leave it there until it was time. First, you had to tease him a little until he deserved your body in that lingerie. You were already wearing pretty revealing clothing as is, a thin white shirt that showed the outline of your bra and grey pajama shorts that were just a little too short after Steve accidentally washed them in hot water and shrunk them. You didn’t mind though, and he didn’t either once he realized the effect it had on him.

A half hour later, the front door was clicking open and you were settled back on the couch as if you didn’t just grab lingerie in the closet with a devious plan. The wine glass you were halfway done with sat on the coffee table in front of you.

Your eyes drifted to the front door, your core already beginning to ache as Steve steps in. His dark blue sweater hugged his figure perfectly and you licked your lips at the sight of him. He must’ve shaved this morning before he left, making his jaw look even more chiseled than it already is.

His blue eyes lift up and catch yours as he closes the door and makes his way towards the kitchen island to the left of the living room.

“Natasha was busy?” Steve speaks up, kicking off his shoes and placing them near a wall where the rest of our shoes are.

You nod your head and reach for the wine glass and bring it to your lips before responding, “She was.”

“Hmm. Sorry, I would have brought you with me,” Steve says as he walks towards a cabinet and grabs a glass and fills it with water from the fridge.

He makes his way towards the couch and you perk up, sitting more straight. Your legs are hitched up near your chest as you comfortably lounge on the couch.

Steve sits next to you, the couch cushion dipping with his weight and his right hand moves to caress your knee. You look up at him and see him drink from the glass and then catch you staring. The crimson glow creeping up his cheeks make you fluster as well.

“Bucky and Sam would have hated me there,” You counter, a smile spreading across your face.

You liked having your time with your own friends and Steve having his time with his boys. You never minded that he didn’t invite you to those hangouts.

His hand starts moving in slow motions, up and down your knee and your breath hitches. You shake your head slowly and have to remind yourself that you’re the one that has to make Steve beg for it tonight.

You shift your weight so his hand falls off your knees and he gives you a quizzical look before leaning back in the cushion, legs spread wide and one arm spread across the back of the couch.

You wanted to take him right there. God, you wanted it so bad.

“You’re not wrong,” Steve answers as he finishes his glass and places it on his thigh. Your eyes follow his hands where they stay on his thick thigh and you lick your lips in anticipation.

“Mhm,” You reply, your body already heating at the close proximity.

Steve leans his head back against the couch and sighs, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking at you with curiosity flooding his face.

“You’re thinking of something, sunshine,” Steve says so softly, if you weren’t staring at his lips as they formed each word you would have missed what he said.

The nickname falls out of his lips so smoothly, one that he coined when you two first began dating. As cheesy as it sounds, Steve really did make you feel like sunshine even on those stormy days.

You look up at the ceiling and shrug your shoulders, trying not to make eye contact with him anymore. He could tell if you were lying just by looking at your eyes. It was a blessing and a curse, especially when you’re attempting to succeed with your plan.

You shake your head, strands of your hair framing your face as you head shakes. “Nope, I’m mainly thinking about dinner and a movie we can watch.” You can feel his gaze leave you and your shoulders slump as you exhale slowly.

“Don’t worry about dinner, I’ve got it. You go on and get more wine and find a movie.”

“Are you sure?” You weren’t exactly lying about dinner, but you weren’t exactly hungry for food.

Steve nods his head and claps his hand on his thigh as he pushes himself off the couch and stands up, lending out his free hand towards you.

You look up at him, hoping your eyes are big enough as you bite your bottom lip. Steve’s body goes rigid for a second as he sees you there, sitting on the couch eye level with his crotch. The way your eyes are looking up at him, submissively, has his cock twitching at the thought of you taking him right then and there.

He clears his throat and you hide a smile as you grab his hand and let him pull you up. You grab your wine glass from the coffee table and follow Steve’s broad shoulders as he walks you both to the kitchen.

In less than half an hour, Steve is cooking up his favorite steak recipe and you’re assisting by sitting on a nearby counter, waiting for the mashed potatoes that are cooking on the stove to be done.

“All right, we’re done. Grab some plates, sunshine?”

You nod your head and slide off the counter, heading towards a cabinet and pulling out two plates and making your way towards Steve. He’s turning off the switches on the stove and letting the steak rest before cutting it into thin slices on a cutting board on the counter next to the stove.

“Thanks,” Steve exclaims as he takes the plates from your hands, his huge ones engulfing both your hands and the plate edges together. You look up at him, the heat of his palm scorching your skin and bringing tingles to your body at his touch.

Steve’s lips lift into a sly smile before gently taking the plates from my grip and placing them on the counter next to the cutting board, lifting each steak carefully until they’re on the board and he begins slicing. You watch him as his hands get to work with the large knife and the veins in his hands appear as he focuses on cutting each steak.

You lick your lips hesitantly and then watch Steve place the pieces onto each plate. He licks his fingers from the steak’s juices and then turns towards the small pot of mashed potatoes that are alone on the stove.

“Wait, you need to try it out first,” You speak up, wanting to make sure he likes it first before putting it on his plate. You tried a new recipe and hoped he’d like it.

Steve gives a brisk nod and picks up the ladle in the pot and scoops a small bit of mashed potatoes before bringing it to his lips and tasting it. His eyes widen as he eats it and then nods, looking at you in approval.

“That’s really good, even better than last time.”

You smile proudly, but then watch with wandering eyes as Steve puts the ladle back down and instead of putting the food on your plates he takes a finger and dips it into the mashed potatoes. You inhale sharply, watching him pick up his finger with a glob of the food and lean towards you.

“Steve-” You start but you stop yourself. You can take control of whatever you both are doing right now…

You bite your lip and then open your lips into a tiny “o” as he leans further and places his finger in your mouth. The warm food is heavenly, melting in your mouth, and you can’t help but moan at the decadent taste. You lock eyes with Steve as you close your lips around his finger, swirling your tongue around and you can see Steve’s blue eyes grow a shade of dark aegean blue.

The butterflies in your stomach, and the heat in between your thighs grow as you continue swirling your tongue around Steve’s finger… until you pull away, your lips making a pop sound as you retract his finger from your mouth.

You mischievously grin and and you see Steve’s shoulders slowly rise and fall as he handles his breathing after what you just did. You’re hoping he can get to it and finally take you to the bedroom, but then you remember you’re still not in the lingerie you planned.

Steve turns around, facing his back towards you and you furrow your brows wondering why he isn’t doing anything about what you just did. Usually, he’ll have you flipped over his shoulder and spanked.

“I’m going to freshen up before dinner,” You say nonchalantly, letting him grab the plates full of food and before you can see what he does, you turn on your heels and head towards the bedroom where your lingeries awaits.

Once you get your lingerie on, you plan to ditch the shorts and shirt you were previously wearing and decide on an oversized white cable knit cardigan that goes just below the knees. It wasn’t cold in the apartment, but you still needed to continue teasing Steve and this would be perfect with the lingerie underneath.

As you make your way back to the front of the apartment, Steve is already seated, pouring himself a glass of the wine you’ve almost finished today. His large hand almost covers the whole glass as he lifts it up to drink, his eyes scanning around the room until they land on you.

You don’t meet his eyes as you clear your throat, getting on one of the island bar stools and planting your ass there, making sure Steve has full view of your exposed legs. You shrug your shoulders, letting the fabric of the sweater fall off your right shoulder and you look at the plate in front of you and smile.

“It looks good, I can’t wait to dig in,” you say loudly, grabbing a fork and knife to get started on the steak. Steve’s eyes haven’t left your body since and you can feel his stare in your peripherals, which makes you want to moan even louder as you take a bite of the juicy steak.

Steve shifts in his chair and exhales loudly, before digging into his own plate.

You’ve made Steve Rogers speechless.

As you both eat your food, you can feel Steve’s eyes glance at you in between bites and you finally turn your neck to see him finishing up his plate while you’re still halfway.

“Want more wine?” He asks, getting up from his barstool and walking towards the sink, placing his plate softly in it before looking up at you.

You nod slowly, finishing the last bite of your steak and moving your fork towards the rest of the mashed potatoes. This meal was orgasmic.

“Yes, please,” you manage to squeak out. His lips form a smirk as he grabs the wine bottle near his end of the island counter and then walks towards you until his chest is flush with your bare shoulder and you look up, batting your eyelashes as you watch him pour another glass for you. Before he retracts the bottle from your glass you see his eyes shift down, looking at you in a dominant nature and you gulp, already knowing that you’re soaked down there.

“You’ve got a little something,” Steve whispers, placing the bottle down on the island and then lifting his fingers towards the side of your lips, rubbing away whatever is there. But he doesn’t move his fingers, he keeps them there on your skin. The heat of his fingers rise and you gulp again.

Not wanting to end this game of cat and mouse just yet, you scoot your barstool back and hop off. You grab your wine glass quickly and see Steve stunned in place.

“Let’s watch that movie,” You singsong, your feet padding against the hardwood floor until you’re back on the couch. You pat the cushion next to you and Steve shakes his head, getting out of his trance before he follows your command and makes his way towards the couch.

He plops down again and grabs your hand that was resting on the cushion, pulling your body closer to him. You giggle and let him pull your body like you weigh nothing.

“Steve! Let me finish this glass,” you scream as the wine sloshes around the rim of the glass, almost splashing out.

Steve leans back and stretches out, his body twice the size of yours as you finish the glass and place it on the ground before you lay back. Steve warps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closely so he can spoon you. The movie begins to play and you don’t even remember Steve getting the remote from the coffee table. He tosses it on the ground before you both get comfortable.

But you don’t stop the teasing there. As Steve’s body is flush against yours, you use this to your advantage. You’ve put on an action movie in hopes that Steve would have concentration on the screen and you can continue your game.

You coddle closer to Steve, pushing your ass back into his front and you hear him grunt behind you. You can feel the growing need in your core as you begin to shift more, making sure your ass rubs just barely against his cock.

Steve sighs, moving his hand from your waist towards your legs, rubbing his palm in long stripes against your skin. You can feel his fingers get closer to the hem of the cardigan and the more you push your ass towards his cock the higher his fingers go.

Finally, his fingers find themselves underneath the fabric of the cardigan and make their way up towards your hip where the waistband of the lace thong is.

You feel Steve’s cock grow even harder against your back and you bite your lip in an attempt to hold back your laugh.

His fingers graze over the waistband, pulling it an inch in the air and then snapping it back against your hip.

You squeak and push your ass against him, causing him to groan and dig his fingers into your hips. You let out a heavy breath and keep your eyes on the tv as you begin to grind in small circles against him.

His fingers release the tension on your skin before going back for the waistband and then finally moving towards your center. His fingers graze against the lace fabric and he seethes through his teeth as you feel his body jolt forward and create even less room between your bodies.

“Steve-” You moan, cursing yourself for letting your desires take over the goal of teasing Steve until he begs for you.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” Steve finally whispers in your ear. The movie is loud, but you can hear him perfectly. The rasp in his voice makes you know that he is just as feral as you are.

You lean your head back, letting his lips graze your ear until they find your neck. He lays a small kiss before lifting his mouth off your skin. You let out a pathetic whimper from the loss of contact.

“It’s just a game,” You whine, continuing the grind of your hips on his cock. He growls in your ear as you cause his cock to grow even harder at the contact. “I was bored all day and needed-“”

But Steve doesn’t let you finish. He moves his hand away from your center before he had a chance to touch your pussy and you sigh in protest. But you hold your breath as he moves his hands from underneath the cardigan, pulling his hand on top of the cardigan and begins to unbutton it. You can’t register what he’s doing as he leaves the cardigan open, your body exposed in your front. He then reaches up towards your neck, locking you in place with his hand. At his mercy.

Fuck.

He squeezes his fingers against your neck before whispering, “You know you only have to tease me once to get me to fuck you.”

You breath through your nose harshly, hoping he can’t feel your heart begin to race.

You let out a whimper and then take your chance as he releases his fingers against your throat to jolt off the couch. Steve attempts to grab you, but instead grabs your cardigan where he previously unbuttoned them. It falls off you and he snickers, looking you up and down as you stand there in just a lace bra and thong.

Your cheeks redden as you watch his eyes feast on you, making your breath leave you. You widen your eyes and run.

Your steps can only take you so far down the hallway before you hear his loud footsteps behind you. The beating in your chest feels like you’re going to explode if you keep breathing harshly and don’t calm your fear of being caught.

But also, the thought of him catching you and punishing you for teasing him makes your pussy clench and you know you’re going to be a waterfall for him and he hasn’t even touched you there yet.

Suddenly, you feel his arms catch your waist and pull you flush to his chest. He wraps his hand around your neck and lifts your chin up towards him, his mouth pressed against your ear.

“You had your fun, sunshine, now it’s my turn”

You gulp, giving Steve a small nod as he pushes your body towards the bedroom center where the bed is. He flips you around, holding you by your waist and the back of your neck. His eyes are feral and your heart quickens at how dark Steve looks right now. He looks pissed and hungry for your submission.

You whimper as Steve closes the distance and locks his lips with yours, causing you to moan into his mouth. You can feel his lips tug into a smile as he continues to kiss you, tracing his tongue against yours. His hands are now all over you, pulling you closer and feeling all over your body.

The intimacy is almost too much as you push back to release your lips and take a deep breath. Steve grins and runs his hands under your butt before lifting your body up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He walks you both mindlessly towards the bed and he leans down to place you there gently.

Your eyes watch Steve as he doesn’t join you on the bed and you furrow your brows in confusion as you watch his body move back towards the closet. You see him disappear for a moment and hear shuffling noises. You look up at the ceiling, willing your heart to calm down and think of what Steve could probably be doing in the closet.

Before you can think of anything, he comes back out and his hands are full of his ties. Green, blue, black, and red ties are bundled in his hands and he smirks, watching you watch him from the bed. He finally reaches the bed and throws the ties except for the blue on on the bed next to you.

He drags his knees on top of the bed, your body in between his knees as he leans over you, dragging his nose against your neck before he kisses it and lays his lips on your ear.

“You’re going to be a good girl now, and let me have my way with you.”

Instinctively, your body bucks up in anticipation and he chuckles lowly in your ear, causing shivers down your spine. His hands move up and down the sides of your body causing goosebumps and he chuckles again as his hands pull your hands up past your head, locking his eyes with yours.

You can feel the heat of his body radiate off him and you bite your lip as you feel his hands bring your wrists together, tying them together with the blue tie. He pulls the ends in one movement, causing them to be tight enough where you can’t escape.

He lifts off from your body and you whine, wanting him to come back but he snickers and shakes his head as he grabs the red tie and looks from you to the bed post that’s adjacent to your body.

He leans over, grabbing you by the waist and turns you until you’re lying down on the bed correctly. He then grabs your tied wrists, pulling your body up against the frame of the bed. He then finds a way to tie your wrists to the bed post leaving your body at his disposal.

“Steve, please,” you beg, your body bucking up again for his touch but he just ignores you as he grabs another tie. You think he’s going to tie your ankles together this time but instead, he lifts the back of your head and wraps the black tie around your temple and then around your eyes, depriving you of your sense of sight.

You let out a heavy breath and Steve’s fingers linger over the tie on your eyes.

“Do you need them off, sunshine?” His concerned tone makes you remember that Steve only goes as far as you’ll ever let him. He doesn’t want to hurt you and you have to remember that.

You nod your head and he leans down, placing his lips on you and you jolt a little from the sudden touch you weren’t prepared for due to not having sight.

Your hands are up above your head, causing your wrists to move in small circles attempting to get out of the ties but it’s useless. You don’t mind being tied up, but you want to be able to touch Steve, too.

Before you can think of anything else, you squeal as you feel lips on your sternum. The feel of his shaven jawline causes shivers as he moves his head lower and lower until you feel his lips above your covered nipples. The lace bra is barely covering your skin, so you feel his lips perfectly on your skin.

“Tease me twice, and now you’re in for it,” Steve says loudly, apparently finishing his sentence from earlier and you take a deep breath waiting for his next movement. You feel his rough fingers run along your chest until they enclose both of your breasts. You never had Steve blindfold you, so this was a new feeling. You loved it.

His palms rub against your nipples at the perfect pace until you’re whimpering softly. He shuts you up by kissing you and you lift your chest off the bed hoping he can move his lips further down to your nipples.

Finally, Steve takes his sweet time to pull the lace bra straps off your shoulders and slide the fabric off your breasts. You expect him to lift your back to unclasp the bra, but instead you feel a hard tug against your ribcage as he pulls hard and snaps the bra by the band.

“There,” he slowly says, moving his hands over your breasts again. You moan, clasping your fingers together as you feel the heat of it all reach your core and you’re aching for him.

The feeling of his lips on your nipples make you squirm and you let out a squeal as he closes his mouth on your right breast. His tongue licks around your nipple until he sucks, causing his lips to make a pop sound as he releases your nipple from his mouth. He begins the same ritual with your other nipple and you clench your thighs together.

After he’s had his fun with your nipples, his tongue runs down your body in one long stripe until he meets the waistband of your tongue. Your thighs clench harder and you can hear Steve grunt as his fingers reach for the waistband, pulling them down slowly causing you to squirm and moan.

“I know what I want, sunshine,” His voice breaks through and you grunt in apprehension. “I’m gonna get it… and so are you.”

And with that, he pulls your thong by the waistband down quickly past your ankles until they fall wherever he lets them. Now, you’re fully exposed to him and he hasn’t even taken off a particle of clothing to your knowledge. You begin to feel the rise of heat to your cheeks as you think of Steve fully clothed and you lying naked on the bed at his mercy.

You hear shuffling and sounds of things moving and you move your head towards the sound, unable to make out what exactly Steve’s decided to do.

The bed dips again as you feel Steve’s body back on the mattress and he leans close, having both of your chests touching. You don’t feel his sweater anymore, which causes you to let out a breath as you register he’s taken off his shirt.

“Steve, what are you doing,” You let out, hoping he can walk you through what he’s about to do and explain what he has.

You hear a click next to your ear and you brace yourself for whatever it can be, but you have no idea. You finally hear another click and a whirring sound and that’s when it finally becomes clear.

He has a vibrator wand in his hand and he’s going to use it on you. You’re tied up with no way to have control over the vibrator. You’re done for.

“I love seeing your body crave my touch but also jump at every touch.” Steve speaks up as he moves the vibrator close to your chest, letting the wand touch your nipples. You bite your lip, holding in a moan as the vibrations make your nipples even harder than they already are.

“Just like that,” he praises as your body jolts up from the vibrations as he moves the wand lower onto your stomach.

The vibrator brings more sensation to your body and you let out heavy moans as it finally reaches your pussy. His hand follow the wand and you wish you could see what he’s doing.

“Fuck,” You hear him curse under his breath as his hand moves to your hip to keep you grounded.

Suddenly, you scream as his moves the vibrator down your folds until it’s pressed against your clit. The vibrations send shockwaves throughout your body and you attempt to clench your thighs together but Steve’s hand stops you.

“Not a chance,” his words shock you and you whimper through the amazing feeling of the wand against your clit.

He begins to move it in slow motions up and down your folds and your body bucks every time the vibrations go over your clit. You can already feel the wetness pooling down your thighs and onto the mattress.

“Steve, please, please,” you beg but Steve tsks as you feel his breath hover over your folds and you hitch your breath, until he lands his tongue over your folds.

This sensation causes you to scream and attempt to move your arms down, but the bed creaks as your tied wrists move from its anchored position.

“Steve!” You scream, making him grunt as he continues to lap up your juices and have the vibrator against your clit. In a few more vibrations and licks, you can feel yourself about to come.

“That’s right,” Steve breathes as he lifts his lips off your folds. “I think you’ve learned your lesson?”

He lifts the wand off your clit just as you’re about to climax and come, causing a whimper and moan release from your lips at the sudden loss of contact on your pussy. Your breathing has increased and you wriggle your body, trying to clench your thighs to finish the job, but Steve’s hands stop you again and spread your legs further apart.

Just this alone, has you even more wet and ready to come all over the bed. You wriggle again and he curses, pushing his hands down on your legs causing you to whimper at the force.

“You’ll come when I tell you to.”

You nod your head pathetically and relax your body, the heartbeat in your pussy still beating harshly waiting for it’s release. If Steve even touches your clit once, you’ll explode.

“Good girl, now I’m going to fill you up until you’re breaking those ties around your wrists.”

The dominance in his voice is achingly seductive and you just want him to fuck you into oblivion. But you know you’re under his control right now and he’s already deprived you of coming. You don’t want him to tease you all night, you don’t have the strength.

“Y-yes, sir,” you breathe out and you hear him chuckle.

The sounds in your ear are what you can only register as him taking off his belt and pants. You feel the bed dip again, and he stretches your legs even further apart, bringing a whimper to your lips.

The feeling of the tip of his cock is all you feel next as he leans down, hovering over your body. You feel his hand run up your waist, chest, and neck until his fingers hover over the blindfold. You bite your lip in anticipation and you feel his breath on your cheek as he slowly pulls down he blindfold, letting it fall around your neck like a collar.

His eyes drift towards the sight of his tie acting like a collar and he licks his lips. His once ocean blue eyes are a dark cobalt blue and you gulp, waiting for him to make the next move.

His cock twitches against your folds as he leans up, causing his cock to glide over your wet folds and you close your eyes and moan, leaning your head back. He grunts and then moves his hand to your neck.

“Open your eyes. I want to see you as I fill you up, I’m not waiting any longer.”

His words makes your heart pound harder and your thighs clench around his waist as you realize he’s done preparing you and whatever wetness you have in your is all the lube you’ll both be having.

Steve’s knees adjust until he can balance his weight on them as he keeps his hand on your neck and uses his other hand to go down between your bodies, grabbing ahold of his tip and letting it glide up and down your folds.

He curses under his breath again and feels your body attempt to relax as he pushes his tip in slowly. He leans back down, until he’s hovering you again and then uses his free hand to hold your waist as he pushes his cock straight into you.

The feeling of his length in your small hole causes you to moan and squirm, attempting to make room for his size.

“You can take my size. You’ve done it many times,” Steve teases as he pushes further until he bottoms out and you can relax now that the hard part is over. You can feel his girth fill you up and you bite your lip as he begins to move slowly out and then jams back into you, a scream pulling out of your lips.

He hushes you, pressing his lips towards you as he begins thrusting in and out of you. His tip is hitting your cervix everytime. The feeling of your climax comes back and you pull hard on the ties against your wrist and you hear the bed creak again as you use all your strength to break them.

Steve continues to kiss away your moans until he moves his lips to your neck and continues his harsh thrusts into your core. You can feel the sweat on his chest against yours.

You clench your thighs again and groan as his tip hits your cervix. His hand moves down towards your left thigh, stretching it even wider to give him an even deeper thrust. You open your mouth and moan, not believing he could even get deeper. He would break you in half if he kept this up.

“Steve, I’m going to come,” You whine against him and he lifts his head and locks his eyes with yours. Instead of the dark eyes that used to stare back at you, now his calm and ocean blue eyes are staring back at you.

“I know, baby, I’m going to fill you up.”

At those words you let loose, your thighs fall from his grasp and you gasp. Your pussy clenches against his cock and you groan as you come. He curses as he continues to thrust into you, your come milking his cock until he moves one more time and stills, groaning in your ear as you feel his seed fill you up.

Your pussy clenches again as you come down from your high and Steve’s dick twitches inside you.

Steve kisses your neck before kissing your lips and caresses your sides with his hands. You let yourself breathe in and out deeply and his breathing matches yours. He lifts his face to look at you and he smirks, watching your dazed eyes focus on him. You’re spent from the release and Steve knows it.

“You did so good, sunshine. I should tie you up more often.”

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Could you please write Steve Rogers one shot where the reader has a crush on Steve ( and everyone can see it) but she is much younger than him (like 19 or smth) and best friends with Peter Parker and a little bit shy and cute and steve likes her too but he’s a little scared because she’s so much younger than her so he tried to be with sharon and the reader is hurt and jealous and just a lot of fluff at the end AND please involve the avengers ( like tony, bucky, sam, nat usw.)💕💕💕

My Old Man

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: slight age gap (hypothetically since he's biologically like 24), angst, anger, betrayal, drama, FLUFF

Word Count: 2,056

A/N: Okay, this kind of ended up being a little more towards an AU. (y/n/n): Your nick name But, I hope it's what you wanted and that you enjoy it. Sorry it ended up being so long and took me so long to get out!! I really enjoyed writing this! Thank you so much for this request and your love and support. Yay to the first Steve Rogers fic!! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged.

Summary: After spending multiple months flirting with Steve, he gets with Sharon and you have to deal with the mess he created.

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"Stevie!" You cheered, bolting towards the blonde-haired boy who welcomed you with open arms.

"Hey, kitten!" Steve smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, ignoring the teasing look Bucky gave him, "What's a girl like you doing here on a Friday night?"

You pulled back from the hug, pouting as you looked up at Steve, "Studying with Peter."

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Peter called from the living room where he was talking with Tony.

"Yes, you are! You know I hate physics!"

Steve chuckled at your pout, "Aw, c'mon, kitten. You're too pretty to be pouting like this."

Immediately your cheeks flushed as you heard Bucky and Sam chuckle from their seats at the kitchen table. Time with Steve was always like this. The two of you flirted and teased each other. You liked him immensely, and you hoped that he liked you too, that the flirting wasn't just teasing. Of course, though, the flirting was mainly Steve. You would try to make conversation, but the moment Steve started to flirt with you, you would get so shy around him.

Steve watched as you waved at him bashfully, skipping off to where Peter was calling for you. Bucky called Steve over to where he and Sam were sitting at the table, both wearing shit-eating grins. Steve sighed, sitting down in a seat and preparing himself for the oncoming lecture.

"Kitten?" Sam teased, "Really?"

"Oh, come on," Steve groaned, "It's just because of her mutation! She transforms into a cat!"

Sam rolled his eyes as Bucky laughed, "Don't you think it's dangerous, though? Getting involved with someone so young?"

Steve gave Sam an odd look, "I mean... I haven't thought about it that way. I've just told myself that I'm technically not older than 20 biologically."

"Sure, that's technically correct, punk. But... there's so much age difference between you and her," Buck sighed, looking at his beer, "Do you think it would work out? I mean... she's still in college."

"Hey, stop discouraging him so much," Sam fired at Bucky, "They're cute, and they would be good for one another, you know that. You're just jealous that he can find someone and you can't."

"Watch it," Bucky pouted, glaring at Sam, "I will beat you."

In another part of the compound, you sat in Tony's lab, listening to both Tony and Peter try to explain the physics assignment to you. You were beginning to understand it, but you still didn't fully grasp the concept. Who decided to make physics so hard anyways?

You were beyond relieved when you finally finished the assignment and were able to venture off with Peter. Steve, Bucky, and Sam had all left already, but you and Peter were more than happy to strike up a conversation with Vision and Wanda. You'd met Peter when you had transferred over to his school in the second grade, and ever since then, you'd been inseparable.

"So (y/n)," Wanda smiled, nudging your shoulder softly, "When are you going to tell Steve you're interested.

"What!?" You yelped, looking around quickly to make sure Steve wasn't there, "What? I have no clue what you're talking about! That's... ha.... what!?"

Immediately Peter, Wanda, and Vision all broke out into light laughter at your panic. Wanda smiled her warm, gentle smile, "Hun, it's okay, we all know. We all think you two would be really cute, actually."

With wide eyes, you directed your gaze to your best friend Peter, who sat beside you. Expecting some sort of back up you felt incredibly betrayed as he gave you your guilty smile.

"Sorry, (y/n/n), I agree with them," Peter shrugged with his words, causing you to gasp.

"He likes you back," Wanda spoke softly, trying to encourage you, "Nothing bad could come out of you telling him something he probably already knows."

Right as you went to respond, your phone rang, and you silently thanked your mother for choosing that exact moment to call you. As she told you she was waiting patiently outside your apartment, you decided that you would have to verbally thank her when you got back. You quickly thanked them all and rushed out of the compound, desperate to get away from everything they were trying to make you face.

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You hadn't been to the compound since your conversation with Wanda and Peter, which had been nearly two weeks ago. Your classes had ended up swamping you with work, but finally, you seemed to catch a break. Peter, though he'd seen you literally every single day since then, had invited you back to the compound. You couldn't lie and say you weren't excited because you were.

You missed listening to Steve and Tony bicker, as well as Bucky and Sam bicker. You missed smelling Wanda's cooking and listening to Clint and Nat's amazing battle stories. The compound was always so full of life that you missed it every time you left. Sure, you were technically an Avenger, but Tony knew you wanted to focus more on your studies.

As you and Peter stepped out of the elevator, the group's laughter filled your ears, and you couldn't help but smile at the sound. There was an unfamiliar laugh that you didn't recognize. However, you didn't think much of it as Peter and you entered the living room cheerfully.

"Hey, guys!" Peter piped up cheerfully.

Your gaze flicked around the room before landing on Sharon, who was sitting on Steve's lap. You froze immediately, your heart-stopping the moment the sight registered in your mind. Biting your lip, you forced yourself to look away as tears rose in your eyes. You'd been so prepared to tell Steve today, you'd spent the past two weeks psyching yourself up to tell him, and now... now he was with Sharon?

Sharon, of all people? What did she have that you didn't? You were just as smart, if not smarter. You were just as skilled in combat, and hell, you could turn into any breed of cat that you wanted. The last time you checked, Sharon couldn't do that. Your sadness quickly turned into jealously and anger as you repeatedly told yourself the reasons why you were better than Sharon.

Peter coaxed you down to a spot on the couch at the realization that your silence was slightly awkward. Nobody had spoken since you entered the room, and you hadn't moved from your spot. His heart ached for you, and part of him was upset with Tony for not telling him about Steve and Sharon.

The rest of the night was incredibly tense. While everyone else tried to continue the conversation, you sat there brooding. You watched Sharon fawn all over Steve, and even though you could register that he was fairly uncomfortable, you couldn't shake the anger off. Sharon... over you? Really?

Finally, when Sharon kissed Steve's jaw, you leaped up, tears in your eyes as you stormed out of the room. You rushed down the halls until you finally reached the room that was set up to be Peter's room for whenever he wanted to stay over. You flopped down onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

Light footsteps echoed down the hallway, and if it wasn't for your enhanced hearing, you probably wouldn't have heard them. The door opened and closed slowly, and the mattress soon dipped beside you. Despite no words having been said, you knew it was Nat. She was the only person in the entire compound that could step and move that lightly beside you due to your feline mutation.

"None of us knew until they arrived," Her voice was soft as she spoke to you, "My bet is that Steve's trying to distract himself from you."

"Don't try to flatter me, Nat," You sniffled as you glared at the ceiling, "Why on earth would he 'distract' himself from me?"

Nat chuckled at your jealously as you huffed, "Because he's scared (y/n). Steve hasn't been with anyone in 80 years or so. You're young. He's literally 100. What isn't there for him to be scared?"

"Well, it's dumb," You grumbled, "I'm scared too, but you don't see me getting with a random guy."

"You're right. He executed it terribly."

"No kidding."

"Just.. tell him, kiddo. Worst that happens is he misses a chance with the best girl."

You leaned upon your elbows as you watched Nat get up and leave the room. You dropped back down with a sigh as your tears ceased. What were you supposed to do? Even if Steve was just doing this to distract himself from the fears that come with liking you, he hurt you. He hurt you deeply. You'd been flirting with each other for months, and suddenly he's with Sharon?

You groaned. This was all just too much for you. Being completely honest with yourself, part of you just wanted to go home, cuddle up in bed, and watch movies for the rest of the day. You sighed at the sound of the door opening and closing, not bothering you look up to see who it was, you simply pouted.

"I'm sorry."

You leaped up at the sound of Steve's voice. Forcing yourself to sit up straight, you gulped as you stared at the man in front of you. You quickly wiped your tears as you looked over Steve, trying to force yourself to stay angry at him, even though it was nearly impossible with his sad puppy look.

"I messed up," Steve said, "I... I like you, I like you a lot, kitten. And I was scared because I'm really old, like a hundred years old, old. And you're so young. I was just afraid.. that... you wouldn't want someone as old as me. So I tried to distract myself with Sharon over the past few days, but god, she's just not you, kitten."

Tears rose in your eyes once more as Steve came and sat beside you on the bed, "Nobody compares to you. Your gorgeous eyes and your enchanting smile. Your laugh makes my heart stop every single time. (Y/n), kitten, I messed up bad. But please forgive me," Steve reached forward and grabbed your hand, "I haven't done any of this relationship stuff for a while, but I want to restart with you. I want to learn how to do it all again with you."

A quiet sob fell from your lips as you nodded. Your mind was scrambling to find the right words as Steve smiled widely. Opening your mouth to try to speak, Steve immediately cut you off. He yanked you into his chest and engulfed you in his arms as another cry escaped. You wrapped your arms around him, holding onto him as if he was your entire life source. His head dipped to rest on top of yours as you cried into his chest.

"Thank you," Steve whispered.

"Stevie, I don't care if you think you're old," You couldn't help the giggle that fell from your lips as you pulled back to look up at him, "You're my old man."

Steve couldn't help but laugh along with you, watching as your face lit up with happiness. At that moment, Steve knew that nothing else mattered. Nobody's opinion mattered. If Steve got to be the one to make you glow with happiness like that, every single day, everything he'd ever been through would have been more than worth it. Smiling widely, he dipped his head down to rest his forehead against yours, watching your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes as they watched him.

"I read once that when cats bump heads, it means they're marking territory," Steve whispered, moving his head ever so slightly to bump your nose, "Claiming something is there's when they're comfortable," You smiled widely, as you gave a slight nod, "I adore you, (y/n)."

"I adore you more, Stevie," You allowed your eyes to drift from Steve and look around Peter's room, "But we should probably leave Peter's room."

Steve's hearty laugh filled the air upon your words, causing your heads to separate as he laughed. However, you stayed holding one another, relishing in the bliss that you'd spent so long denying yourselves of. At that moment, both of you knew that there was no place you would rather be than with one another.

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October 2: Breeding Kink (Steve Rogers)💙

Warnings: 18+ readers only, Breeding Kink, pet names

"Truth or Dare Steve?" Nat asked, lounging back on the plush sofa.

Tony had thrown a Christmas party, which had settled down now to just a couple of you Avengers.

Steve was there of course, and you were sitting with your legs across his lap. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the inside of your knee, a bit ticklish because of the panty hose you had worn under your dress.

Tony sat on the chair facing you guys, his legs stretched out on the coffee table, messing with some gadget while he played the game with you guys. Bruce sat more timidly on the edge of his chair next to Tony.

Wanda and Vision were sitting on the floor next to each other, their backs against the couch that Nat, Clint, and Sam were occupying. Stephen was sitting on another chair, a glass of bourbon in his hand while his cape drifted around aimlessly behind him.

Loki and Thor were sitting on the same couch, though on opposite ends so that another person could have easily sat between them. Bucky however, had opted to sit on the floor as well instead of taking that spot. Just in case the other two started fighting with each other.

Several different bottles of alcohol and drinking glasses littered the coffee table.

"Um, Truth." Steve said hesitantly.

"Does Y/N have any kinks in bed?"

Steve and you blushed while the others roared with laughter. Bucky chuckled, nudging Steve's glass. "I already know you aren't answering that one pal, drink up."

Steve downed the glass and then said, "Clint, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare, do I look like a pussy?" Clint asked. He had had a bit much to drink.

"Ah! Watch your language." Tony drawled, swirling his alcohol in his hand.

You snickered quietly as Steve rolled his eyes.

"I dare you to text Fury and tell him that you bought him a kitten for Christmas, which is waiting under his bed." Steve said with a bit of a smirk on his face.

"Oh shit you're dead Clint." Sam laughed.

Clint scoffed, "Fury doesn't scare me." He pulled out his phone and Nat made sure he spelled everything properly so that Fury didn't know Clint was just drunk.

"F.RI.D.A.Y., you know what to do."

Immediately, a camera was pulled up above the coffee table and everyone around the table could see Fury sitting up in a bed in an unfamiliar bedroom, drinking a cup of coffee and reading a thick book.

"You have cameras in Fury's bedroom Tony?" You squealed, both appalled, fascinated, and happy that they would come in use so you could see his reaction.

"I'm pretty sure that's against some sort of privacy law." Bucky said uncaring.

"Jesus Tony." Steve muttered under his breath.

You all watched as Fury reached over to the bedside table, picking up his phone. In a second, he'd thrown his coffee cup and book, leaping off the bed and he was gone from the room.

"Sam's right, you're dead." Nat commented slightly.

"Alright Y/N." Clint said grinning, completely ignoring Nat and Sam. "Truth or Dare?"

You had long learned your lesson of taking dares from Clint. Most of them resulted in him daring you to kiss someone in the room, which just served to piss Steve off immensely- especially if the person was Bucky or Tony.

"Truth." You said and Steve gave your knee a comforting squeeze.

"Does Steve have any kinks in bed?" Clint asked with a shit-eating grin.

You grinned back, "Well-"

***

"Are you upset?" You asked softly as you and Steve came back to your room.

He didn't look mad exactly. He looked thoughtful, but slightly upset. Frown lines were across his forehead like he was deep in thought, but about something upsetting.

"Hmm?" He asked slightly, looking over at you. He slipped the dress jacket that he'd worn to the formal party off as you sat down on the edge of the bed, slipping the red heels off. "No, not really. Not about anything you did anyways if that's what you're worried about."

A slight weight seemed to come off your shoulders. "I just thought you might've been upset that I told them you were a dom and had a huge breeding kink."

A flicker of a smile went over Steve's lips as he slid the closet door open, hanging up the suit jacket, before slowly unbuttoning the white shirt underneath.

"No. I don't care if they know that baby. It was more. . . well I was wondering what. . . what a er- breeding kink even was." Steve's cheeks flushed red and he turned slightly so that his back was to you as he slid the white shirt off, leaving him bare from the waist up.

You smiled lovingly. "Oh don't be embarrassed Steve." You said, getting up and padding silently over to him to wrap your arms around your waist. It's okay if you don't know what a certain kink is."

"Well, it's just that both you and Bucky have now said I have one. And even at the party, Nat and Tony both said they weren't surprised so. . ."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, if you're worried about that." You said. "It just means that you love the idea of having kids. Of breeding me to have kids per se. And not necessarily me in general, just any woman that you might be in love with."

"I'm not 'might' in love with you Y/N." Steve said softly. "I am in love with you."

You blushed before Steve pecked you on the lips.

"Although," He said softly now, frowning. "I thought a kink. . . well I thought that was just. . . you know bed play only. Like with your um. . . the. . ."

He wracked his brain, making hand motions until you helped him out and suggested, "Bondage/BDSM kink?"

"Yes that." Steve said, relieved, "I mean, it's just a sex thing. Otherwise you hate being restrained. But for me. . . I always want kids Y/N, whether we're having sex or not. . ."

"That's not a bad thing." You said softly. "You're a family man Steve. Everyone whose ever known you would guess you have a breeding kink. It doesn't mean that's driving you the entire time, it just comes out more forcefully in the bed. But wanting children even outside of the bed doesn't mean one way or another its' bad."

"I guess I just haven't gotten my head completely wrapped around all of these new terms." Steve said with a slight smile. "Things weren't as wild back in my time."

You grinned, sitting back down on the edge of the bed so you could roll the panty hose off. "I bet you were a sure vanilla guy."

Steve flushed red as he laid the dress pants out neatly across the dirty clothes hamper. He picked the dress shoes up off the floor, putting them in a cubby hole with the rest of the shoes. He turned to you, nibbling at his bottom lip as he saw you. "I was a virgin until I met you cookie."

"Well you're one hell of a dom for a virgin." You praised, standing up and putting the panty hose in the bottom drawer.

"Is that right?" Steve asked, suddenly behind you, his clothed bulge pressed up against your ass. He wrapped his arms around your waist. "How about you get out of this beautiful dress then and we'll have a good time tonight?"

"Yes." You breathed out.

Steve unzipped the back of your dress, slowly letting it trail off your shoulders, before you stepped out of it.

The both of you left it pooled on the floor as he swept you up into his arms, carrying you over to the bed, putting you down ontop of the covers.

Steve stood back from the bed for a moment, taking off his dress shirt and pants, draping them over the wooden chair behind the desk where he drew his art. Once he was left in only his boxers, he clambered up onto the bed next to you.

He kissed your cheek sweetly, his hands wandering up and down your body, gently massaging you everywhere he touched. His grip was firm, but comforting and you started to relax in his hold.

"I love you cookie." He whispered, kissing your lips sweetly. You could taste the slight tang of alcohol on his lips. He wasn't a huge drinker, but as he couldn't get drunk anyways, it didn't matter what he drank or how much of it.

"I love you too dreamboat." You said with a slight grin on your face. You had researched old slang for handsome men and it was worth it to see the delight of his old terms being used with him in bed.

After he was slowly finishing making you feel relaxed and loved, his right hand slipped lower and he started to massage your folds now.

He lowered himself further on the bed, settling on his stomach so that he could suck on your clit, two fingers pumping in and out of your cunt as he did so.

Your panting grew heavier as you tossed your head back, hands gripping the blue sheets underneath your hands. "S-S-Steve please."

"That's it cookie." He murmured, using his thumb to press deep erotic circles into your nub. His other arm came up to hold your hips down as he brought you to the brink of your orgasm. "Give me everything, gonna get you nice and ready."

You and Steve weren't necessarily trying for kids. You'd only been married for sixth months at this point, but you knew Steve wanted them. Hell, who were you kidding? You wanted them too. Not as many as Steve, granted, but at least two, even three. Five or six seemed a bit much though. But honestly, if six was the amount Steve wanted, you would give them to him. He deserved the world that man.

Your man.

You crashed over his fingers and he coaxed you through the entire thing, before he slowly and gently pulled his fingers from your warmth. He licked your essence away as you reached out, gripping his hard length firmly in your hand and started to pump him.

"Fuck." He groaned as you took his length deep down your throat. His hands flew to your hair, gripping the strands tightly before he could find the willpower to relax and let go, rearranging his hold to become both dominant, yet gentle.

He didn't let you suck him for long, pulling you off before he could burst.

He laid you back down on the bed firmly, pulling you forwards a little, lifting your hips off the bed slightly which gave him better access to slide into you.

"Oh." You moaned out, arms flying upwards to grab him around the neck and pull him close.

"Oh cookie." He groaned, bottoming out inside of you before he started to lightly thrust. And then he started to move much faster.

It didn't take long for the sure signs of his breeding kink to pop out.

"Please Steve, please go faster, I'm so close." I begged as his hips started to snap forward with precision and strength, pleasure traveling from the tips of my toes to my head.

Steve groaned lowly. "God yes. Yes, I'm gonna fuck a baby into you Y/N. I'm gonna fill you up till you're round and large. You're gonna have a little baby bump right here."

He kissed your stomach, right above your belly button. You could read his eyes, filled with love and adoration and desperation.

"Yes." You whispered, bucking against him. "Please fill me up Steve. I want to have your baby."

"You want my baby?" Steve asked and the desperation was gone, filled only now with love, adoration, and joy. It was a look that you wished you could put on Steve's face twenty-four seven, especially after long, stressful missions.

"God yes Steve." You whimpered as he hammered into you. He pressed one leg to the side, hitting you at another, pleasurable angle.

Your fingers ran down his back.

"I'm so close baby." He murmured. "Gonna filled you with my seed. Gonna let it take root, gonna give you a baby. Gonna make us a proper family now."

"Please Steve, fill me up." You begged, hugging him in a death grip.

You came again just as he spilled into you, and you could feel the ropes traveling deep inside of you.

Steve panted heavily, his forehead covered with a light sheen of sweat as he worked through light thrusts, making sure the both of you were completely rid of your orgasms.

He pulled out slowly, rolling over and unsteadily making his way to the bathroom. You could hear the water running and very soon after, he came back with a large purple towel and two small blue washcloths.

He sank back down onto the bed, wiping down your entire body- the cold water feeling well after the hot session. He cleaned up your pussy last, before placing a kiss on your stomach again.

"Please." He whispered against your skin, before he pulled back, grabbing the large dry towel to dry you off. He got rid of the towels, cleaning himself off in the bathroom.

He came back, grabbing himself a new pair of boxers and grabbing you one of his T-shirts and a pair of comfortable silk knickers.

"I love you Y/N." He whispered, pulling you into him from behind. "I really do."

"I love you too Stevie." you whispered back, rolling over so that you could snuggle into him like a giant teddy bear.

Five months later you discovered you were having twins.

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Within the Ashes (1/??)

A/N: Please understand this has been in my head for almost a year at this point and started out with the reader being an LMD without knowing it. That’s definitely not the situation with the story now, but please know it’s been through a lot of Idea Workshopping lmao. Also, the version of the FF that’s in this story is definitely a very Fanfiction-ified version, but it’s my coping mechanism, so I decide who’s good and who’s gay. Thank u for coming to my preface, please enjoy the first chapter.

Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong

Pairing: StevexReader, background Spideytorch

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Fire, explosions, extreme injury (burns, cuts, contusions), gross descriptions of burns, rapid healing, canon typical violence

“Reed, I honestly don’t think we should test it today.”

“And why’s that?”

“Promise you’ll take my concerns seriously? Because you’ve been a dick about it every other time.”

Without looking away from his screens, Reed suggests, “How about you tell me, and I’ll do my level best to keep an open mind.”

“Fine.” It’s not much, but she knows it’s the best she’ll get. “I just have a bad feeling about it.”

“Another gut feeling?” He finally turns his head to look at her, eyebrows raised dramatically. “Is that really enough to put off this test?”

“We live in a world where magic is real and you’re questioning a gut feeling?” She folds her arms. “There’s evidence that proves the existence of a nervous system in the stomach, Reed. You know this. Gut feelings are a thing, and very seldom are mine wrong. And you’d know this if you ever cared to actually listen to me.”

Reed stretches his neck so that his face is just slightly too close to (Y/N)’s. “Name one instance.”

“Two weeks ago when you were tinkering with that vacuum chamber. I told you something was wrong with it, you brushed it off because it was a gut feeling. Then it blew up.”

“Oh please-”

“I had a six inch shard of glass stuck in my shoulder!”

He rolls eyes and his head snaps back to his shoulders. Reed waves her off. “You healed.”

“I wouldn’t have had to heal in the first place if you’d listened to me.”

“We’re still testing the transport today.”

“Seriously?”

“I… respect your gut feelings, but we can’t allow that to get in the way of the progression of science.”

(Y/N) scowls. “This is exactly why no one wants to work with you.”

“You want to work with me.”

“I took the job as a favor to Johnny.”

“And yet it’s been eight years.”

“Yeah,” she mutters. “Eight years of me getting blown up and lugging shit all across the countryside.”

“I heard that.”

“Good.”

(Y/N) grabs her empty mug from her work table and stalks down to the kitchen. Sue is sitting at the bar when she walks in. She waves in lieu of a greeting and keeps her eyes trained on the tablet in her hand.

(Y/N) pours herself a cup of coffee and stares down at the full mug. The realization of what the rest of the day might hold hits her and she’s just about ready to give up. She tips her head back, covers her face, and groans.

“I think your husband’s trying to kill me.”

“Well that’s nothing new,” Sue says. “What’d he do this time?”

“He wants to test that interdimensional transport he’s been working on. I have a bad feeling about it, but I don’t have the knowledge to back it up, so he’s just brushing my concerns to the side.”

“Well that doesn’t sound good.”

“He always ignores me. And every single time, I’m the one caught in the blast. Literally.”

“I know, (Y/N), I’m sorry.”

(Y/N) dumps sugar and cream into her coffee and sighs. “If I don’t come back from the lab today, Reed did it.”

“Duck and cover if something starts sparking.”

“We’ll see if I even get the chance.”

(Y/N) takes her coffee, drains half the mug in one go, and goes back to the lab.

Reed doesn’t seem to have noticed her absence, so she simply takes herself and her coffee to her table and waits for instructions.

“It’s not supposed to make that noise, right?”

“It is not,” Reed confirms.

The thunking noise coming from the transport grows louder and (Y/N) resists the urge to rub her temples. Reed doesn’t appear to be particularly concerned as he stretches across the length of the lab, searching for the source of the sound.

“Something must be loose,” (Y/N) says. “Is it on the body?”

“Not that I can see.” A sheet of metal shears off of one of the machine’s rotating arms and (Y/N) yanks him back just far enough that it misses slicing off his nose. “Thank you.”

“So something’s wrong with the arms,” (Y/N) posits. “The most dangerous part of the machine.”

“It would seem so.”

“I vote we turn it off and try again next week.”

“We don’t know if that’s enough to hinder its performance.”

“It’s enough to hinder our performance as living, breathing people.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Reed creeps closer to his machine and (Y/N) cringes at the way she immediately follows behind.

“It’s securely locked away with the part of me that wanted to be a superhero.” She pulls him out of the way of another flying scrap of machine. “Because, contrary to popular opinion, just because I heal quickly doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt when I’m injured.”

“Hm, maybe we should look at that when we’re finished here.”

“Maybe you should find a new assistant when we’re finished here.”

Reed says something about her not being any fun, but she doesn’t register any of it. Her eyes are drawn to sparking near the base of the machine. Another chunk goes flying at them just as some of the sparks are sucked into the vent below the arms. (Y/N) is struck by the flying machine chunk as she shields Reed from it. She winces and hears an unidentifiable function of the transport stutter as another plume of sparks is sucked into the vent. She grabs as much of Reed’s body as she can and throws him towards the door, limbs flapping behind him, right as the entire machine explodes.

The force of the explosion propels Reed out into the hallway, but (Y/N) is caught in the blast. There’s a bright white flash and a blood-curdling scream and then all that’s left is the fire.

Sue is sprinting up the hallway with Ben and Johnny on her heels just as Reed manages to get his feet under himself again. All he can do is stare.

“What happened?” Sue demands. “Where is (Y/N)?”

“She saw what was happening before I did. She threw me out of the lab, but…”

“Reed,” Sue’s voice is deadly low. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t listen,” he says. “The transport malfunctioned and (Y/N) was caught in the blast.”

“Johnny,” Sue is very careful to keep her voice steady. “Put out the fire.”

Johnny simply does as he’s told. He disappears into the fire to absorb what he can and stomp out the rest. Ben surveys the progress from just outside the doorway. He says something about calling Peter and Johnny agrees from somewhere deeper in the lab.

“I screwed up, Sue.”

“No, Reed, you killed our friend. Your employee, might I add. And not even two hours ago she said you were trying to kill her.”

“I wasn’t trying to do anything of the sort.”

“I know that, but you get so blinded by your work that you can’t see when you’re putting people in danger.”

Johnny appears in the darkened doorway of the lab, tears rising in steam from his cheeks. “She was my friend, Reed.”

“I know-”

“She took this job because I begged her to!” Johnny shoves Reed, hard, into the wall. Flames lick at his fingers and Ben gently separates him from Reed. “But now she’s gone and I can’t even find her body in that warzone you call a lab.”

Reed frowns. "You didn't find her body?"

"Wh-that’s what you’re focusing on?

“Answer the question, Johnny.”

He scowls. “No, I didn’t find her. She was probably incinerated."

"Are you sure you didn't overlook anything?"

Johnny's shoulders shake with his anger. "I know what charred human remains look like, Reed. She's. Not. There."

Reed raises one shaking hand to his forehead and turns to Sue. “It might’ve worked.”

“What?”

“The transport. If there’s no body-” he rushes past Johnny and Ben without another word. Sue follows silently after him.

“That’s it, I think he finally lost his marbles,” Ben mutters.

“It doesn’t change the fact that he killed (Y/N).” Johnny wipes his eyes and turns to follow Reed to the lap. “God, Peter’s gonna flip when he finds out.”

“Don’t think about that right now,” Ben says.

“Hard not to,” he mumbles.

“I know but, if Reed’s machine did work, she could still be out there.”

“What if this is the time she doesn’t heal? You see how burnt it is in there. How could anyone survive that?”

“Dunno, but (Y/N)’s strong. If anyone could do it, it’d be her.”

Sue reappears in the doorway. Her hands and feet are covered in ash.

“There’s no sign of her,” she says. “We sifted through everything we could. There’s only a spot with slightly less ash than the rest of the room.”

“So you think Reed’s transport worked?” Johnny asks.

“I don’t know what to think. For everyone’s peace of mind, I hope it did. Then we might have a chance to track her down and bring her home.”

Johnny nods and drags his hands through his hair. “I have to make a call.”

Sue rubs his arm and nods. Johnny stalks off down the hall.

“Boss, there’s a disturbance in the electrical field in your lab.”

“Any extra information on that?”

“Based on the readings, it seems that someone may be teleporting directly into the tower.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s the best word I could find.”

Tony frowns. “I’m headed up now. Find Steve and have him meet me there.”

“Of course, boss.”

Steve is already in the lab when Tony arrives, pacing along the far side of the room. There’s a bright ball of light forming in the middle of the lab and Steve’s eyes don’t stray from that spot as he moves, even when Tony strides through the door. Tony just stops and stares at the light.

“How long has that been here?” Tony asks.

“It was here when I walked in.” Steve squints at the light. “What is it?”

“Not sure. F.R.I.D.A.Y. says someone’s trying to teleport into the tower.”

“Teleport?” Tony nods. “Does that kind of tech actually exist?”

“Not that I know of, but we’ve seen some pretty weird shit in the last ten years. It’d be stupid to just write it off.”

Steve stops pacing and jerks his chin towards the light. “Looks like it’s getting bigger.”

The ball of light slowly, steadily expands. When it’s about as wide as Steve is tall the lab fills with a terrible, painful scream and the light grows too bright for either man to keep their eyes open. The scream grows louder and Steve tries to shield his eyes in an attempt to find where the noise is coming from, but to no avail. Then, suddenly, the screaming stops and the light disappears followed by a distinctly sticky thud.

Tony rubs his eyes and Steve blinks light spots from his vision, willing his eyes to adjust to the room again. When they do, he visibly recoils from the vaguely human shaped mass of burned flesh on the tile in front of him.

"Oh God," he says. "Is that a person?"

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Part 2

How’s that for a first chapter? I’ll be very honest, I’m excited to finally be posting this one. It’s been a bit of a brainchild of mine for the better part of a year and a half at this point, maybe more. Pandemic time doesn’t work right.

As always, I’d love to know what you thought of this chapter! What do you think of the reader? Her relationship with Reed and the rest of the FF? What do you think will happen in the next chapter? Be sure to reblog, comment, and/or shoot me an ask and tell me all about it!

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soft-angelic-kiss · 2 years

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The Spider and The Baby Widow

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Parings: Natasha Romanoff x teen!reader x Bucky Barnes x eventaul! Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: None, some bad language and mentions of being a test subject

Word Count: 1.4k

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The meeting room was quiet except for the soft rustling of papers. Fury had just called the team out on a mission to a hydra base deep in Europe, where they were holding killer serums hostage, the mission being to get in and grab it, and get out. Bruce would then test on out and figure out what it does,

“Wheels up in 24 hours.” Fury stated before heading out of the meeting room leaving the avengers to talk amongst themselves.

Tony frowned and looked around at his friends and teammates. “So we go in, get the serums and scidattle.”

“Well, any plan if they have hostages?” Natasha adds leaning her head into the palm of her hands

“How do we know they do?” Steve added

“It’s Hydra. They could be training the next group of winter soldiers down there for all we know.” Bucky frowned, letting his eyes gaze across the room.

Most of the team nodded knowing he was more than likely right..

“Well, I guess we’ll know when we get there.. We don’t know how old they are or how many there are.. So we’ve gotta be careful-” Wanda hummed

Steve jumped in “We also don’t know the amount of guards that will be there.. So we have to remember that.”

Natasha pushed her chair back and stood up “We can figure out more factors tomorrow no?” she hummed.

The others nodded in agreement also standing up, shuffling papers and stapling them together as each one headed out and headed to their respective rooms,

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White. All you could see was the color white, white walls, white chairs and white coats. You gently pulled, trying to lift your arms up but they were stopped by a force of leather, you stared at the leather cuffs for a moment before trying to lift your legs.

“What.. the hell?” you stared at the leather that held your legs down as well but to no avail. You leaned your head back as you tried to remember how you got here.

You remember rooting through the trash, looking for something to eat.. Before you were taken by strong men.. Pulling you through a forest like a rag doll.

You remembered the needles, the pain.. Oh the pain, it was so excruciating, that you shuddered just thinking about it. You were pulled out of your thoughts when the door was slammed open by a man in a uniform with an octopus patch on it. Wait.. you’ve seen that before.. Oh. Hydra.

“Well, well, well…if it isn't the kid we’ve been looking for. Y/n.” his voice felt like needles piercing your ears.

“You’ll notice that we’ve injected a few test serums into your bloodstream. These are to help create you to be the strongest version of a Hydra Soldier we’ve ever created.” he smirked and walked closer, taking your chin in his hand and tilted it around a few different directions as if to study you.

You pulled your chin out of his grip and growled “Leave me alone.” you tugged violently on the leather straps again. The only thing you could think of was getting yourself free. He just chuckled and watched you with a smug grin

“Going somewhe..'' his sentence was cut short as alarms sounded through the area. “SHIT” he yelled before running out of the room leaving you behind. You didn't know what was going on, so you tried to tug yourself free, eventually breaking through the straps noticing the red burns on your wrist from tugging and pulling.

Explosions started sounding off outside and you shuddered quietly, running to the door banging on it as hard as you could. Banging and pounding against the door screaming for your life. “Help! Somebody help! Get me out of here!” tears started to well up in your eyes as you continued banging on the door.

Finally someone was on the other side and used what sounded like a gunshot to knock the lock off, before slamming the door open, revealing a red headed woman and a brunette male, one you recognized as the black widow, who always appeared on the news and the other as the ex winter soldier.

The Black Widow's gaze softened when she saw you. “I found a hostage.” The person she was talking to must’ve said something back because she nodded. You wondered who she was talking to.

You couldn't dwell on it too long before another explosion sounded off and you darted out running, the red head hot on your heels, you were sure the brunette was close behind as well.

She tackled you to the ground and had you pinned there while she studied your face. “I need you to come with me.” she spoke assertively as you wiggled and squirmed underneath her

“Let me go! Crazy bitch-” She frowned and sighed “Look kid, I'm not crazy but i have to take you back to the quinjet, you are under a very watchful eye. Would you like to be safe or not?” she yelled out causing you to stop moving and grunt.

Silently you shoved her off you with more force than necessary, getting up and brushing yourself off, crossing your arms and looking at the two. The red head got up and looked at you questionably

“Well are you going to take me to the quinjet or do I have to find it myself?” The brunette rolled his eyes and The black widow chuckled and nodded before starting her way out of the massive building.

The rest of the who you assumed to be their “team” were seated in their respective spots and Captain America gave you his disappointed look.

You rolled your eyes and sighed “Hello to you too captain spangled ass.” Natasha sighed and directed you to a seat leaving you to buckle yourself in.

The quinjet took off and you leaned your head back before choosing to watch the people around you. They mostly looked un hurt except for a few burns on their ‘costumes’. You didn't know what else to call them. They all looked ridiculous in your opinion.

Soon, the man in the big red iron suit leaned forward and called out to you “Hey kid wha-” you cut him off “I’m not answering your questions” he whistled lowly and leaned back. “Someone has an attitude”

You snorted “You’re gonna see an attitude when-” Black Widow quickly cut you off

“Alright that’s enough. Can you at least tell us your name?” she sighed, crossing her arms as you hummed “You guys first, and i mean your real names.” Captain America sighed and stood up.

“I don’t think we have to disclose-” You jumped in yet again “You’re right Captain Spangles. You don't have to disclose anything, but if you wanna get information out of me. I suggest you start talking.”

A heavy sigh left his lips as you smirked. “So?”

“I’m Steve Rogers, this is Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. You’ll meet the rest of the team at the tower.” He offered a tight faced look, as you observed everyone one by one.

Finally you sighed “Thank you Captain Spangles.” You leaned forward placing your elbows on your knees. “Well what about you?”

“My name is y/n.” you leaned back and bounced your knee, a small gasp being pulled from Black widow, who you now knew as Natasha as she looked to Bucky.

“My child’s name was Y/n.”

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a/n: Woo hoo! Chapter one, DONE! Chapter 2 is already made and depending on this posts feedback we’ll see how soon i should post it. I’m so happy to be writing again <3 all criticism is appreciated!

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the-soul-witch · 3 years

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I started reading this fic, I can't remember the name or the author, and I can't believe I missed liking it. It's a female oc with Steve and Bucky story, where she falls for both of them but they were in their way to priesthood. It also has a sequel where I think she ends up with bucky, and steve leaves.. I just read the summary and can't remember more than the fact that she met steve first at her bestfriend's place. She stumbled on the stairs cause some kid was running, and steve caught her.

Please help if you know about this..

Another one that I missed, Steve Rogers and reader, where Steve is a mob boss, and reader is a nurse, set in the decade I can't remember. She helped Steve's son and that's how she captured his attention.. Steve also helped her enroll in NYU to pursue her dream to become a doctor.

#steverogers #steverogersxocxbuckybarnes #steve rogers x female reader x bucky barnes #buckybarnes #stuckyxreader #stuckyxfemalereader #steverogersficrec #mafia!steverogers #mob!steverogers #steverogersxreader #steverogersau

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taylorgrace-writes · 2 years

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Pick Up

Pairings: Steve x reader

Warnings: 18+ kidnapping, torture, violence, injuries, blood, male genitalia

Word Count: 3K

Genera: Angst

“C’mon Steve, pick up,” you muttered, holding your phone between your shoulder and ear while you tried to open your apartment door with bags of groceries hanging by your arms. The phone beeped again, sending you straight to his voicemail. Then the key you were attempting to unlock your door with slipped between your fingers and fell to the floor. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” you groaned, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. Sighing, you dropped all the bags onto the floor, keeping one hand on your phone while you bent over to retrieve the key and unlocked the door. As soon as you shoved the door open, you grabbed a handful of bags and clumsily hurried them to your kitchen table, throwing them anywhere you could find space, not caring if they fell out. You once again redialed Steve’s number, putting the phone on speaker as you stumbled back over to your doorway to grab the rest of the groceries and bring them inside. As you set the rest of the bags down on the table, your phone beeped again, sending you to his voicemail. Sighing, you left a voicemail.

“Hey Steve, I just got home from the grocery store, so uh, once you get this maybe let me know if you still wanna come over tonight, alright?”

You hung up and shoved your phone in the back pocket of your jeans while you put away the groceries. Your apartment was a decent size, not too big or small, which was why you felt you lucked out with it. After all the groceries were put away, you took a deep breath and walked over to the small sofa you had. You flopped down onto it, soon getting lost in thought. Of course, your head immediately goes to Steve. He thinks you should just get rid of your apartment and move to the compound with him, but as much as you would love to do that, it’s never felt like the right time. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are gone a lot, always on missions saving humanity, something you could never do. You didn’t have any super-soldier serum running through your blood or any mutations or powers. These last couple of months have been hard not only on Steve, but on the rest of the team as well. With the rise in crime lately, they’ve been gone a lot and to you spending your time alone in the empty tower will be a little too lonely but that’s one of Steve’s reasons why you should move in because then he’ll know that you’re safe at the tower. Work had felt extra long today, and all you wanted to do when you got home was to slip into a nice relaxing bubble bath and let the worries of the day slip away. Of course, that didn't happen as you had forgotten you needed to head to the market to get groceries, as you weren't about to have to take out for the fourth night in a row. Now, as you lay sprawled out on the couch, you could care less about that nice bath. All you wanted now was for Steve to come over. Being in his presence would help calm you down, but as of right now, it didn't seem like he would be coming over anytime soon. Last night he had suggested having pasta for dinner, but of course, you were all out of food. Grumbling to yourself, you pulled your body up off the couch and start making dinner. Even if Steve didn't come over tonight, at least you would have leftovers for some other time. You started pulling out the ingredients you needed for dinner when a knock on your door caught your attention. Maybe it was Steve? Maybe his phone had died? Multiple thoughts raced through your mind as you walked over to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open. Strangely, there was no one there. You could have sworn you had heard a knock on your door. Suddenly, your vision went black.

Steve was having a rough day, to say the least. It all started when he woke up late due to his alarm not going off because his phone was dead. He shoved the charging cable into his phone and got changed into sweats and a tee shirt to go on his morning run. He had almost made it back to the compound when he slipped and fell in a puddle of water from the rain the night before. Soaking wet now, he picked himself up and walked the rest of the way back to the tower, where he sauntered back to his quarters and started the shower, only to have it be freezing cold. Damn Natasha, she must have used up all the hot water on his floor again. As he stripped off his sopping wet clothes, JARVIS informed him that there was a meeting taking place with Director Fury in 15 minutes and he was to be present. Steve let out a grunt as he put on dry clothes and headed to the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat. Once he got down to the kitchen, he realized he had forgotten his phone in his room. Steve retreated and grabbed his phone before rushing back down to grab a quick cup of now cold coffee and head to the meeting. Steve was the last one to take a seat as Director Fury began debriefing them on a new mission that they would embark on after the meeting was over. After finding out it would be an all-day event, Steve was about to text you, only to look down at his phone and realize it was still dead. He must have not plugged it in all the way. All-day long Steve had been busy, not having the time to charge his phone and text you. Along with piloting the quinjet, he also was the leader of his group, calling out orders and trying not to get himself killed. Soon time seemed to slip from him and once he found himself on the quinjet, it was already late afternoon and he had forgotten all about his phone.

"Hey, have you checked in on Y/N recently?" his best friend Bucky asked him once the autopilot was on, cruising through the sky. Steve's eyes grew large as he had forgotten about you.

"Shit," he whispered out before grabbing his cell phone out of one of the pockets on his pants. "Fuck, it's dead," Steve told Bucky, letting out a groan and rolling his head back.

"Here, you can borrow mine to call her. I'm sure she's okay, though I don't know if you'll be once she's done with you." Bucky joked to Steve as he handed him his phone. Steve thanked Bucky before walking back to the end of the quinjet to call your number, only you didn't answer him. Steve shrugs his shoulders as he walks back over to Bucky to give him his phone back. "No answer?" Bucky asks.

"No," Steve says, shaking his head and looking down at his feet. "She always answers her phone."

"I'm sure she's just busy doing something else," Bucky says, resting a hand on Steve's shoulder.

When Steve gets back to the compound, the first thing he does is plug in his phone and make sure it's charging before going into his voicemails and seeing all the messages you had sent him. He knows he's going to get an ear full from you tonight. Steve rests on the side of his bed as he presses play on his phone.

“Hey Steve, I just got home from the grocery store, so uh, once you get this maybe let me know if you still wanna come over tonight, alright?”

Steve smiles down at his phone, loving the way her voice sounds even though the poor quality speaker. Not caring if he's a sweaty mess, Steve makes his way outside to hail a taxi to your apartment. He just wants to see you after what a long day it's been. Maybe a nice relaxing shower with you would help a few things, too. When he reaches your apartment building, he bounds up the stairs to your loft before reaching your door and giving it a gentle knock. After a few seconds, he knocks again, harder this time. Maybe you didn't hear him? When you still have yet to answer the door, Steve tries the doorknob, finding it ajar. He pushes the door open, calling out your name and scanning the loft.

"Y/N! I'm here!" He yells out, waiting for an answer from your sweet delicate voice or to see you rounding a corner. When your absence continues to grow, Steve's lips turn into a frown, walking over to your kitchen to see a few ingredients set out for pasta. He carefully makes his way through the rest of your apartment, checking your bedroom and bathroom in case you were in there, but no such luck. Trying to remain calm, he takes out his phone, dialing her cell and waiting for her to hopefully pick up. His heart sinks when he hears her phone ringing before looking down to find it on the floor. The screen cracked. "Oh God Y/N..." he mutters, bending down to grab her phone. He holds it delicately in his large hand, admiring her lock screen that showed a photo of the two of them. Suddenly, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Quickly he answers it, puzzled by why the caller ID was unknown. "Hello?" A robotic voice greets his ears as he listens to the phone.

"Come to the warehouse or she'll be killed by midnight." It repeated the message twice before clicking off. Without even thinking twice, Steve is off, running down the back alley behind your apartment building to the warehouse he knows you'll be.

Your head lolls to the side as you let out a strangled groan at the sharp stabbing pain that seems to be coming from inside your head. Weakly, you try to open your eyes, only to be met with darkness. Were you blind? What had happened? The last thing you remembered was opening your door to your apartment expecting to see Steve there, but then, nothing. You try to remain calm as you attempt to listen to your surroundings. It's quiet, but not silent. If you strain your ears hard enough, you can hear the quiet buzz of New York traffic in the distance. You try to move your hands but find out that they are bound to a chair, along with your feet. Steve had always told you if anything were to happen to you, you just had to stall for as long as you could until he or one of the other avengers came to rescue you. When he had initially told you this, you had joked that if that ever were the case, you would just annoy them until they had to let you go. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like there was anyone here to annoy. That also meant that no one could kill you, as Steve had not found your joke to be funny and told you they would probably just kill you. You turned your head this way and that, trying to focus on any other sounds. Suddenly you heard a gruff voice from above you call out.

"Lookie here! She seems to be awake!" the loud male voice boomed as you hear him clamber down some metal stairs and walk over to stand in front of you. "How’d ya sleep, sweetheart?" You cringe at the nickname coming off the disgusting man's tongue before you can suddenly see again. You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to take in your surroundings. It seems like you are in some kind of run-down, abandoned warehouse. The wooden planks lining the walls have holes in them, some of them knocked out completely. The one window you see is broken with a heavy layer of dust coating it. You look up to see a metal balcony surrounding the area and in the far corner, a set of stairs leading up to the second floor. The dirt floor is covered in grime, along with your bound legs and feet. The man in front of you smiles. His lips curl up in a slimy grin that shows off his yellow rotting teeth. His hair is a brown, matted, greasy mess, and he smells of rotting garbage. You glanced behind him to see two other men stationed at the front of the warehouse where the main entrance must be. Guns rested firmly in their grip as their eyes peer straight at you and your tormentor. "Not much of a talker, are ya, girl?" The man sarcastically asks before raising his filthy hand and slapping you across the cheek. Your head whips to the side as you let out a harsh breath, knowing a red handprint will soon take its place. "You better learn to answer me when I'm talking to ya!" the man says, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking your head back as his spit flies in your face. Your eyes well up with tears, but you refuse to let this man have the satisfaction of seeing you cry. "Otherwise, things might get a little... nasty," he says, raising his other hand to show you the small dagger he's holding, before running it smoothly against your cheek. You let out a quiet whimper as he slowly removes the knife to stand back up, towering above you. "So, sweetheart, what's your name?"

"Y/N." you stutter out, only loud enough for him to hear.

"See, that wasn't so hard." he taunts. You say nothing back as he slowly strides around your chair, twirling the knife between his fingers. "Now I'm sure you know why you're here, so tell me, what is it that you know about Captain America?" You gulp as he rounds the chair once again before stopping in front of you? "Don't tell me I didn't warn ya," he whispers into your ear before he drags the knife down the side of your cheek. You whimper out in pain as you feel the slow trickle of blood run down the side of your cheek. "I know the Captain has feelings for you, that he's been trying to get you to move into the tower with him. Oh, but darling, I am so happy that you haven't." He tells you before bending down so he's only mere inches away from your face. "You're going to be our little prisoner as long as we want you to be. That is, until midnight."

"Why? What's happening at midnight?" you grunt out as he stands back up to his normal height. A smile spreads across his face as he checks his wristwatch, then looks back down at you.

"In 10 minutes, we're going to kill you." Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes tear up. You try to steady your now shivering form, but it's no use. "Oh, don't cry, darling." he frowns, reaching down to wipe a stray tear off your cheek. "Don't worry, me and the boys here are gonna have a little fun with you before your time is up or you could just tell us what we want to know and you'll be on your merry way." The man says, smiling evilly at you. You say nothing as your bottom lip wobbles out as you continue to stare at him. He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head as he walks to stand behind you. "Boys, I believe it's time." the man behind you says as you watch the two guys at the front drop their guns and unbuckle their belts. Now realizing what would happen to you if you didn't talk, you let out a cry for them to stop.

"I'll talk, I'll talk. Please, just don't come any closer." The two guys look toward the man who must be in charge. He must have given them a quick nod as they readjusted their pants, grabbed their guns, and resumed their position by the door. The man comes to stand in front of you, still twirling the knife between his fingers.

"Well, go on," he informs you, gently sliding the knife under your chin as you rear your head back.

"Captain America..." you start, slowly taking your time. "when, when is he," You stop midway through your sentence, taking a deep breath as the man in front of you taps his foot against the ground, getting impatient with you.

"Come on girl, we don't have all day!" He yells in your face, spit flying everywhere.

"Captain America," you start again, "when is he going to get here?" Before you can brace yourself, the man's fist is connecting with your jaw.

"You're making this a lot more difficult than it has to be." he chuckles before motioning for his two men to come over by you. "This girl here's got one dirty mouth, boys. Why don't one of you wash it out for her?" The bigger of the two guys smiles down at you before quickly dropping his gun and unbuckling his pants, pulling out his thick cock. He positions in front of your mouth, but you refuse to open. No way in hell were you letting that disgusting thing in your mouth. Seeing your reluctance, the leader sneers down at you before looking towards his knife and stabbing it into your thigh. You scream out in pain as he yanks it out before pushing his friend in front of you. Afraid of being hurt even more, you slowly open your mouth and close your eyes, praying this was all just a terrible nightmare. Just as you think the stout man is about to stick his cock in your mouth, there’s a loud bang from the other end of the room. Thinking it’s more men coming to get their share of you before your killed, you keep your eyes shut tight, not wanting to see what awaits you once you opened them. You wait for the smear of his salty tip against your lips, but it never comes. When you open your eyes, Steve is standing in front of you, while Bucky has the man pinned up against the wall. The two other guys are dead on the floor. Their throats slit open as blood spill from them.

"Hey Y/N." Steve gently says, tears filling his eyes. He hates seeing you like this. When he and Bucky came crashing in through the door and he saw what those disgusting men were about to do to you, he instantly came up behind the guy who was shoving his weak excuse for a cock toward your face and slit his throat on the spot. Soon taking out the other guy and Bucy took on the other man, fishing for answers about why he had taken you. Steve felt terrible for not finding you earlier. If he had, he could have prevented all of this from happening. You had a deep cut with blood dripping down from your cheek and a large wound in your thigh. You had bruises littering your delicate face and your wrists were rubbed raw from your strain against the rough ropes. Quickly, Steve goes behind you and frees you of your restraints. You let out a whimper as the coarse rope brushes against your sore wrists. He rushes around to untie your ankles as you fall forward into his chest, letting out a sob. He tenderly wraps his arms around your frail form, placing a delicate kiss on your head. "You're okay. I got you. You're safe now." he reassures you. "Can you walk?" he asks as you shake your head no into his shoulder. Your thigh hurts too much and even if you hadn't been stabbed, your body is so fatigued and dehydrated that if you were to stand up, you know you would just fall back down. He moves to pick you up, but you immediately scream out in pain. "I know, I know, but I have to get you back to the tower." Before you know it, your eyes are growing heavy and tired as Steve gazes down at you. "Go to sleep Y/N, you're safe, I got you."

The next time you open your eyes, you're met with bright florescent lights overhead and stark white walls surrounding you. You glance over to see Steve half asleep in an uncomfortable chair. You try to speak, but with your throat so dry only a harsh cough comes out. This causes Steve to open his eyes. He's over by your side in seconds.

"Hey, how are ya feeling?" he asks, eyes scanning over your form.

"Water." you croak out.

"Oh, right." Steve reaches beside him to grab a small cup of water with a straw poking out of it. "Here," he says, bringing it up to your lips. "Drink slowly, don't want your throwing up." he tells you. After a few sips, you rest your head back against the pillow.

"Thank you." You murmur out. Steve looks at you, puzzled, a frown appearing on his lips.

"No, don't thank me. This shouldn't have happened to you. I should have been there sooner. I could have protected you." Steve rambles as a tear slides down his cheek. You take his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb back and forth over his smooth skin.

"You couldn't have known that was going to happen." You calmly tell him.

"No, but I should have. I should have known eventually someone would come for you. I should have protected you better. I should have been there for you. You needed me and I wasn't there."

"Steve, don't put this all on yourself." You tell him as he shakes his head, looking down at your bed sheets, not meeting your eyes.

"You got hurt because of me. You're in pain because of me. How can I even protect you from terrorists like HYDRA when a couple of low lives in Manhattan were able to get to you?"

"I doubt those guys will be after me again anytime soon and if you're nervous that they will, I'll just find a new apartment."

"No, you're staying here with me. No arguing." He tells you sternly as a small tear escapes your eye. "Hey, no more crying." he chuckles at you, wiping the tear away. All you want to do is forget that this day ever happened.

"Steve?" you ask him softly, worried about his reaction.

"Yeah?" he questions, looking down at you.

"Can you, can you hold me? Please?" you ask him.

"Of course." he tells you before gently sliding your body over so he can slide into the hospital bed beside you. Cautiously, he wraps an arm around you as you burrow your head into his chest, your feet tangled up together. "Is your head feeling any better?" he asks, the vibrations from his chest calming your still anxious senses.

"Just heavy." You mumble out as you snuggle closer to him, breathing in his fresh scent. He notices you getting tired once again as your breathing evens out.

"Rest your eyes. Buck and I will move your stuff tomorrow." He tells you gingerly. "I love you Y/N." he whispers out as he brings you closer to him, promising himself that you will always be safe in his arms.

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