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the--sad--hatter · 5 years
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Game Of Survival - 4 (Bucky x Reader)
 FANDOM - MARVEL
PAIRING - BUCKY X FEM!READER
WARNINGS - SMUT, VIOLENCE, ANGST, VERY GRAPHIC BLOOD AND GORE, SWEARING, DRUGS AND ALCOHOL
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The Executioner - Killer of Killers, the monster that hunts monsters, the bad-guys bogeyman.
It’s a title you earned and one that you cherish. Your goals are justified, your methods are not. But when a simple murder turns into a suicide and you are left clutching a flash drive with a terrible secret on it, you find yourself caught up in a mystery that you can’t solve alone. You turn to the professionals, the experts, the heroes. The Avengers.
With the lives of everyone in the world suddenly at stake, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes have no choice but accept your help and Bucky Barnes quickly finds himself drawn in by you. He never much believed in love, let alone love at first sight so it figures he’d be proven wrong in such a spectacular way.
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“Do you need some help with that?” The infamously angry Avenger asked you timidly.
 “I’ve got it doc.” You assured, using your teeth to bite through the end of the stitch.
 “Are you sure?” Bruce pressed, looking a little unsure about your unsanitary methods.
 “If I let you do it will you stop hovering like a concerned mother hen?” You asked, smirking.
 “I’ll sew like a concerned mother hen?” He offered.
“Have at it.” You said, waving at the wound.
 He made quick work of fixing your torn stitches, tutting at you all the while.
 “Try not to mess these ones up.” He scolded when he was finished.
 “If I promise, would you believe me?” You asked, pulling your coat back on.
 “Yes.” He shrugged, like it was a simple answer.
 You paused in semi-amused surprise.
 “I won’t promise then.” You said.
 “Come on, the team are waiting.” He said, gesturing for you to follow him.
 “You went through the info?” You asked, walking behind him.
 “I did.” He confirmed and that was the extent of the information he gave you until you arrived at the meeting room.
 “Ex, Bruce. What are we looking at then?” Clint asked.
 “Well, it’s difficult to say. There were a lot of holes in the data.” Bruce said, fiddling with his glasses.
 “But were you able to decipher any of it?” Steve pressed.
 “It’s a virus, that’s certain. Whether it’s lethal or even dangerous, I can’t say yet. I need more data. But, it does look potentially dangerous. There were also partial plans for a dispersal system, it appears to be an synthesized airborne virus. “Bruce explained.
 “So you need the rest of the data, is there another flashdrive somewhere then?” Natasha said to the room at large.
 “There are five more.” You announced.
 “Say Ex, any information you want to share?” Tony asked sarcastically.
 “The six will be five but they will continue. Those were Sora Kawashima’s dying words, right before he flung himself and that flashdrive off a skyscraper.” You said, nodding to the drive in question.
 “So the guy swandived off a building rather than deal with you? Does that prove a damn thing?” Sam asked.
 “Maybe, maybe not. The fact that I walked away from the building without a bullet wound but arrived here half dead, that proves something.” You responded.
 “That you have a lot of enemies?” Sam rebutted.
 “Get your head out of the clouds Tweetie Pie, people have hated me for years and not one has ever caught me. I get that drive and in a matter of hours I’m being hunted down by a dozen highly trained assassins? You really think that’s a coincidence?” You asked.
 “It might be, we don’t know.”
 “You willing to risk the entire world on that chance?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, challenging him.
 “No. I’m not.” He sighed.
 “Me either. I risked my life and my freedom to bring that thing here, the least you could do is consider the possibility that I’m not an idiot.” You quipped.
 “That was almost heroic of you.” Bucky whispered in your ear.
 “So there’s possibly five more flashdrives out there, all holding part of the puzzle. Let’s consider this a potential threat. How do we get the other five?” Steve asked.
 “Any ideas?” Natasha asked, turning to you.
 You made sure you held Bucky’s gaze while you answered.
 “Well, since you asked… I do have one of my attackers hanging off a meat hook in a storage unit in the city.”
 There was an awkward silence after your declaration.
 “Ex… You’ve been here a whole damn day. This entire time, you’ve had someone ‘hanging out’ who might know more?” Steve clarified.
 “Relax, I put her on a IV drip so she didn’t you know, die.” You said casually.
 “And you didn’t mention this sooner, why?” Tony asked, looking concerned about your mental state.
 “Leverage.” You said like it was obvious.
 “Address?” Steve sighed.
 “I’ll text you it when I’m a few miles away.” You told them.
 “Miles away from where?” Sam asked.
 “From us. She stuck around to make sure we were going to handle this, now she’s going to cut and run before we arrest her. Her victim is her leverage against being taken in.” Natasha explained nonchalantly.
 “You’re leaving us to handle this? You aren’t sticking around?” Steve asked, sounding almost disappointed.
 “Sorry Cap, I’m just not that heroic.” You said, winking at Bucky.
 “You aren’t leaving.” Bucky stated calmly.
 “Well actually, I am. And none of you will stop me, because even if the threat isn’t real, IV drips don’t last forever and if you don’t get to that woman soon she will die.” You said equally as calm.
 “I’m sorry, at what point did any of us act like we were remotely interested in arresting you?” Tony asked, looking around the room for dramatic effect.
 “You won’t leave, because if you do you won’t know if we actually handled it. The world might be in danger and you can’t just walk away and trust someone else to save it.” Bucky continued, like Tony hadn’t spoken.
 In fact, the way Bucky was looking at you was like there was nobody else in the room.
 “If you can’t rely on The Avengers to save the world, who can you rely on?” You asked him with a mocking grin.
 “Yourself.” He shot back.
 “I have complete faith in you soldier. You’ve got this, you don’t need me.” You assured him, backing away towards the door.
 “You’ll be back.” He said, sounding absolutely certain.
 “Leave the porch light on for me.” You told them, waving sarcastically as you left.
 “I’m changing all the locks. In fact, lets just move.” Tony joked in the silence you left behind.
 “She’s coming back.” Bucky repeated, unable to hold back the smirk as he left the room.
 “SerialWinter… WinterDeath…. OH KillerFrost!” Clint proclaimed.
 “What?” Sam asked.
 “Ship names? For those two.” Clint explained, waving towards the door.
 “Bucky and Ex? No way, even Barnes isn’t that desperate.” Sam scoffed.
 “Hate to say it but Clint’s right. You could cut that sexual tension with a knife. One of the many knives they have between them.” Tony snorted.
   Bucky had forcing himself to walk towards his room, even though every cell in his body had begged him to go after you. He couldn’t make you stay though, it would be impossible. And strange. Because why would you stick around for someone you’d know for less than a day? The better question was, why did he want… no, need you to stay? The second he’d heard your voice he had been drawn to you but finding out who you were should have knocked some sense into him. So why was he still pining after a virtual stranger?
 He'd been certain you would come back but what if you didn’t? What if he never saw you again? Would that be best? Would he be able to just forget about you?
 Yes, he decided. You were a beautiful woman and he’d responded to that but it was meaningless.
 Except it wasn’t meaningless. He knew who and what you were but a killer wasn’t such a bad thing, especially one who only killed bad guys. You weren’t as different to The Avengers as you seemed to think. You all had the same goals, your personal methodology was just a little more violent. So knowing you were The Executioner changed nothing for him.
  He had believed in love at first sight when he was young but life had beaten all romantic notions out of him and he knew there was no such thing now. Lust at first sight, yes, but not love. After one conversation with you though? He could admit that there was at least more than superficial desire there. So if he was wrong and you didn’t come back then it wouldn’t be as simple as just forgetting you.
 He’d been so wrapped up in his thoughts he barely paid attention to the trip into the city after you had sent Friday the coordinates, spending the journey deep in thought.
 “Do you trust her?” He asked Steve as they approached the abandoned factory.
 Either you’d lied about the storage facility as a precaution or they were walking into a trap. It might have been stupid but Bucky  wasn’t worried, lying was surprisingly not something you had done a lot.
 “She’s a serial killer, I’m Captain America. I know I’m supposed to say I don’t trust her but…” Steve sighed.
 “You do.” Bucky deduced.
 “I dunno Buck, I know she bloodthirsty but from where I’m standing it just seems like she really doesn’t like bullies. We don’t know why she is the way she is but maybe she doesn’t have to be this way if somebody can actually trust her and show her another way.” Steve said.
 It was like being smacked in the face and he knew why he had been more drawn to her after finding out more about her. She was like the best of Steve and the worst of him, rolled into one. She had the morality and righteousness of Captain America  and the cold methodology and skill of The Winter Soldier. There might have been some truth to her claim about him seeing redeeming her as another step to his own redemption after all. It made him nervous that she had read him so well, as well as he had read her.
 “One faint life signal inside, no booby traps. So far looks like our stray serial killer was telling the truth.” Tony said over the comms.
 Steve nodded and waved Bucky forwards. Hawkeye and The Black Widow were the first to make it inside from the back entrance and were already waiting by the strung up body with expression of morbid amusement.
 “Well… She did say she had her attacker strung up on a meat hook.” Natasha said with a shrug.
 The woman was dressed in some kind of dark stealth suit and looked dead but the faint rise and fall of her chest proved that she was remarkably alive. Remarkable because as Bucky walked around the room he saw what Natasha’s comment had meant. There was a metal butchers hook firmly wedged into the skin and muscle of your victims back, and the position and depth of the injury, Bucky would be surprised if the woman would ever walk again.
 “Guess she didn’t want her attacker waking up and trying to run away.” Bucky remarked coldly.
 “Man, how are any of you ok with this?” Sam yelped.
 Bucky, Clint and Natasha shrugged and Sam turned to Steve for backup with an almost desperate expression.
 “Ex did warn us, it’s on us for assuming she would just tie up somebody who shot her.” Steve said heavily.
 “Medics are on the way, I don’t think we’ll be getting anything out of her soon.” Tony said.
 “That’s what we get for trusting a psychopath I guess.” Sam said snappily.
 “You act like she’s the only psychopath we know.” Tony snorted.
 “Yeah Wilson, this your way of saying you don’t want to be friends anymore?” Natasha asked coolly, the smirk in her face the only sign she was teasing.
 “You are all insane.” Sam grumbled.
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 Bucky was well tuned to his surroundings so as soon as he walked into his room upon his return to the compound, he knew something was wrong. There was a sliver of light in the dark room, coming from the bathroom. He silently unholstered his gun and crept towards the en-suite, smirking when he saw the discarded coat strewn across his bed and putting the gun down.
 “I told you you’d be back.” He said, leaning against the bathroom doorframe.
 “Well, you said you knew how to stitch up bullet holes.” You called back.  
 He pushed the door open, brow furrowed in concern that was only amplified when he saw what awaited him.
 “Brought you a gift.” You said proudly, gesturing to the half dead guy in the bathtub.
A/N - 
Bucky: I need help. I have a stray cat that keeps bringing me dead things. Steve: Try spritzing it with a water bottle? Bucky: *Imagining it* I don't see that going well. Sam: Catnip? Bucky: *Briefly considers it* I could try but I have doubts. Tony: Buy a dog? Bucky: It's Ex, ok? She keeps bringing me bodies. Clint: Aww, she likes you!
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dreamwritesimagines · 6 years
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Don’t You Love Me? 12- ‘Cause I’m Going Numb [Steve Rogers x Reader]
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Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff.
Warnings: Drinking, mentions of addiction, self destructive behavior, cussing, explicit language, mentions of sex. Read with care please. 
Summary: Secrets bring more secrets.
Word Count: 2995
Chapters: 
1         2        3        4       5        6       7         8       9        10       11  
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By the time Steve got there with Natasha, you were already pretty drunk. While you were sure neither of them would approve, it wasn’t like they had any chance to disapprove. Steve could barely say two words to you before Maria came to pull him into a meeting because apparently, “Council wanted to make sure Captain America was not in danger”.
Other Avengers –including Bucky- got there in half an hour after Steve and Natasha arrived. Natasha and Tony exchanged glances before he walked your way, while you kept typing various passwords.
You could never be too careful, after all.
“Hey there,” Tony said, “Pepper was worried about you.”
“We’ve been over this Tony, tell her not to.”
“You know that’s not how it works.” Tony heaved a sigh, and leaned back to the table, “How much did you drink?”
“Not enough for this fucking conversation.”
“You really think this is a good idea?”
“Honestly man, I don’t give a fuck what is a good or a bad idea anymore.”
“When this whole thing is over, I’m dragging you to rehab.”
You looked up at him, “Oh you think this shit will ever be over?” You asked but before he could say anything else, Bucky had already stepped in.
“Could I have a word with her, Stark?”
“Great…” You mumbled as Tony walked away and you looked at Bucky for a second before turning you gaze back to computer screen, “Not that I don’t appreciate the whole intervention approach, but I’m really busy, Buck.”
“Intervention?”
“Yeah, you know-“ You scoffed “Whole drinking is bad for you shit, which no offense, but Pepper and Tony are enough for that so…”
“I was just gonna congratulate you.”
That got you distracted and you looked at him, “Hm?”
“Yeah, with Steve. It’s good to see he finally got the courage to ask you out.”
You thought for a second, “I think I was the one who asked him out. Or…basically begged him to kiss me.”
“Trust me, if I know Steve, you honestly didn’t have to beg.”
You found yourself smiling before your eyes shot up to his and you bit on your lip.
“I know what you’re doing, Barnes.”
“And what am I doing?”
“You’re making me talk about Spangles so that I will feel better and less bitter. I’m just drunk, not stupid.”
“Is it working then?” Bucky asked with a small smile and you rolled your eyes,
“You had a chance to talk to your bro?”
“I have.”
“Is he fed up already? Because I would be.”
“Fed up?” Bucky repeated, then shook his head, “Nah he’s just worried about you. You should’ve seen how fast he moved to get here to see you.”
“You do realize you’re breaking the bro code right now, hm?” You asked, “You’re supposed to keep your best friend away from danger, and I’m as dangerous as it gets.”
Bucky scoffed, “You make it sound like I could ever keep Steve away from danger. The guy tends to run towards it.”
You let out a bitter laugh, “Now to think of it, you might not have to.”
“Hm?”
You scoffed, “Captain America belongs to America, Buck. And that council that’s grilling his ass right now? Guess what they won’t allow.”
Bucky shot you a quizzical look, “What?”
“Him, being with me.”
Bucky narrowed his eyes, “I’m sorry, for a second there I thought you implied Steve obeyed anything people told him to.”
“He might not have a choice.”
“I repeat, we’re talking about Steve. He has been defying orders for about a hundred years now and you think a council will change his mind?”
You heaved a sigh and lifted the bottle but realized it was empty so you put it down again, rolling your eyes.
“There’s not much he can do if-“ You started but the small sound coming from the computer made you distracted and you turned your head.
All the passwords were entered and finally, the files were there for you to open. You dragged your fingertip on the screen at the same time Steve walked in but you forced yourself not to look his way until he took his seat.
“Okay…” You mumbled to yourself and clicked on the button so that it would be projected on the wall and walked to stand in front of your desk, still holding the tablet, “Welcome to the screening of the bad guy of the year.”
Steve kept his eyes on you while the rest of the Avengers leaned forward. You pursed your lips, then took a deep breath.
“Meet Trent von Strucker, guys.”
Steve’s head shot up and Tony frowned.
“Von Strucker as in…”
“Yeah. As in Baron Wolfgang von Strucker, one of the leaders of Hydra. You’re looking at his oldest son, apple of his eye, pride of his psycho family.” You clicked on the screen, “He- um… he was raised to take his father’s place, when the time came.  Last I heard, Baron Strucker was considering retirement so probably Trent has more power now than before. His headquarters was in-“
“I’m sorry,” Tony cut you off, “How exactly were you involved with this guy?”
“Tony…”
“It’s fine,” You told Steve, then shrugged, “He um- when I was… I don’t know, like eighteen or something, I got in way over my head and accidentally hacked a stupid government file. Needless to say, I was in serious trouble until… Until Trent found me.”
“But if you got married-“
“I didn’t know,” You shook your head fervently, “I had no idea about what HYDRA was, okay? You’re eighteen, a guy is nice to you, you think that shit is love.”
“No one is judging you, Y/N.” Natasha said slowly and you scoffed.
“Honestly Tash at this point, I’m way too fucking drunk to care about that.”
“Maybe we can do this once you’re-“
“You think I can actually talk about this asshole when I’m sober?” You asked Steve and licked your lips. “Anyway. Couple years in, I had this idea-“ You paused, “It- it doesn’t matter. I thought it’d make everyone’s lives better, but of course HYDRA always finds a way to twist good intentions. When I told Trent about it-“
“What was the idea?”
You gritted your teeth, “Doesn’t matter.” You mumbled, “I told Trent about it, and he started- acting suspicious. I don’t even know what was so suspicious about it, but something was. So I hacked him to see what his deal was and… there it was. HYDRA and all its files.”
“Hold on, all its files?”
You shrugged slightly, “I’m good at what I do. Well, I am when I’m sober and I was sober back then.”
Tony stole a look at Bruce before turning to you, “Do you still have those files?”
“Some of them.”
“I thought you said-“
“Yeah, then Trent found out I was snooping around, and then…” You paused, “Anyways-“
Steve frowned, “What happened when he found out?”
“Oh you don’t wanna know what happened then.” You chuckled bitterly, “The reason for this story time is,” You cleared your throat, “I was with him for years, and the guy- he doesn’t have any weaknesses.”
“Everyone has weaknesses.”
“Trent doesn’t, because he doesn’t love anything. There’s nothing we can use against him but HYDRA itself.”
“HYDRA itself?”
You nodded, “I spent some time with Trent’s dad, and when I hacked HYDRA, I put all the pieces together. He raised his son to be the perfect leader for the HYDRA, that’s all that ever matters to Trent. Making his old man proud.”
“I don’t want to sound insensitive, but…” Clint said, “How about- how about you?”
“Me?”
“The bastard is the creepy obsessive ex, right?”
“It’s not because he gives a shit about me.” You shook your head, “I got away, he got pissed. Simple as that.”
“There’s nothing more?”
You gulped, lying was much harder when you were drunk as hell.
“No.” You hoped your lie sounded convincing, “No there isn’t. So we can’t exactly beat him by using me-”
“No one is talking about using you.” Steve cut you off and you scoffed.
“No but that’s what I would suggest if it were someone else.” You shrugged, “It’d make perfect sense. Too bad he doesn’t care about me, so it wouldn’t work.”
Natasha clicked her tongue, “How about his father?”
“Baron Strucker? I last spotted him in Germany.”
“Maybe we could pay a visit there.”
“He never stays in one place for long, Tash. Call it paranoia.”
Tony leaned in, “So that system he was trying to get from me, it was for HYDRA?”
“Yeah. So you’re not…you’re not dealing with a greedy businessman, contrary to what he may depict himself as. You’re dealing with the future leader of HYDRA.”
“And you guys didn’t believe me when I said he looked like a Bond villain.”
“I’m sending some clips to you, along with his file.” You clicked on the screen, “A list of his allies, enemies, the people he has done business with-”
“You really have those?”
“Consider them my alimony.” You mumbled, and checked your watch, “Fury will be with you in five minutes and fill you in.”
You pulled the flashdrive back, and walked out of the room without saying anything to any of them, but as soon as you did, you heard someone pushing their chair back and running after you.
“Y/N, hold up-“ You heard Steve and he caught up with you in a second, “Wait-“
“I’m gonna smoke and you should be in the conference room. Fury doesn’t like to be-“
“Are you okay?”
You snorted and ignored the people staring at him in the hall.
“Peachy,” You said, “Fury will grill my ass about being professional if you don’t go back.”
“Y/N-“ he started but you pushed open the balcony door and put a cigarette between your lips to light it.
“Hm?”
“Talk to me.”
You exhaled the smoke and looked up at him, “What’s there to talk about, really? My psycho ex just dressed someone up as you and killed the poor bastard. What did the council tell you?”
Steve hesitated only for a moment, “It’s not important.”
“Let me guess. You don’t have our permission to-“
“I don’t ask for permission from anyone but you on that.” Steve’s voice was low and you closed your eyes, your eyelids too heavy.
“Until Trent attacks again.” You opened your eyes and huffed out the smoke, “What if he attacks you this time? I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready to see you dead-“
“Is there anything you want to give me?”
You pulled your brows together, “Head?”
“Drugs.”
“Oh, that.” You shrugged, “Didn’t buy them.”
“You didn’t?”
“If I bought drugs every time Trent threatened me, I wouldn’t have any money left.”
“Those are empty threats, you know that right?”
“I know you think they are empty threats.” You mumbled, stubbing your cigarette on the marble and turned to him, “Knife through his chest, Steve...”
Steve extended his hand to entwine his fingers with yours, and pressed your palm over his own chest silently, as if trying to assure you he would be fine. You felt his strong heartbeat under your palm and you sniffled before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body to his. He held you tight and lifted you for a second, resting his chin on top of your head while you tried to pull yourself together.
“Council has a point.” You mumbled into his chest silently, but he heard you.
“No it doesn’t.”
“Yes it does. Imagine if the roles were reversed and Bucky was seeing someone with a psycho ex.”
“Oh you should’ve seen the dames Bucky dated back then.”
A laughter you couldn’t stop escaped from your lips and you pulled back to look up at him.
“Dames?” You quoted and he looked abashed for a second.
“Girls.”
“No no no Rogers, you’re not getting off that easy. Come on, talk forties to me.” You wiped at your eyes and a look of amusement crossed Steve’s face,
“Seriously?”
“Yes!”
He raised his brows, deep in thought.
“Okay, uh…” He cleared his throat, “Bucky, he- he was on active duty with lots of dames-“
“A womanizer who slept with lots of chicks.”
“And while he wasn’t exactly doll-dizzy…”
“He wasn’t that crazy about chicks.”
“One time he was on a date with this cloud walker honey and another dame came up to him and said “Hi sugar, are you rationed?” and his date snapped her cap and they took a powder-“
“Translation?”
“He was on a date with a pretty dancer girl and another girl asked him if they were going steady, so his date got mad and they had to leave.”
You sniffled again, biting down a smile, “I’m gonna google all of these because I feel like you just made some phrases up.”
“Oh now you’re blaming me with jiggery pokery?”
“I don’t even know what that is but yes-“
“Steve?” You both snapped out of it and when you turned your head, you saw Sharon who averted her eyes kindly, “Fury wants you in the conference room.”
“Go,” You pushed him slightly, “I’m fine. I’m just gonna google all the forties shit I can find, don’t worry about me.”
“You’ll be here?”
“My apartment.”
“Y/N-“
“I’ll find an agent to escort her home, Steve.” Sharon said and you raised your brows, then shrugged.
“See? Totally fine.”
“I’ll come as soon as it’s finished.”
“Don’t worry about it Cap.” You repeated, as he walked towards the door “I’ll see you in couple of hours.”
He nodded and followed Sharon, and you took a deep breath, then made your way to your desk to get your bag.
                                             *
The strange thing about addiction?
It was a fucking domino.
You knew you shouldn’t have, you just knew, but as soon as you got out of shower and saw your red rimmed eyes in the mirror, you went to fridge and got the cheap alcohol bottle. Your nausea and dizziness were getting worse by the hour but you tried your hardest to ignore it as you downed the vodka, sitting on the floor, tears escaping your eyes as you changed the channels, but all of them showed the same footage.
Soon enough, the doorbell rang and you stumbled to the door, then looked through the peephole.
“Steve?”
“Yes?”
“Is it okay if I didn’t open the door?” You asked, small droplets of water dripping from your hair to your shirt.
“Why is that, darling?”
“I want to pull myself together first, I watched the news and-” You sniffled, “I keep crying for some reason.”
“And you don’t want me there?”
“I want you here, I just…don’t want you to see me crying.”
Steve didn’t answer for a couple of seconds and you sat down in front of the door, still holding the vodka bottle tight and you heard some shuffling on the other side of the door which made you think he had sat down on the other side as well.
“Okay then,” he said, and you heard a soft thud, as if he had leant his head to the door. You dragged your fingertips over the smooth surface of the door, swallowing thickly.
“Steve?”
“Yes?”
“What did the Council tell you?”
“That’s not important at all, Y/N.”
“But what did they tell you?” You insisted and Steve heaved a sigh.
“We’ll talk about that when you sober up, okay?”
You wiped your nose and let out a bitter laugh, “I told you though. I did, didn’t I?”
“Told me what?”
“That it’d shatter.” You muttered, still touching the surface of the door as if it’d magically let you touch Steve and he hesitated for a second.
“I’m still here doll,” his voice was soft, “Told you, nothing is shattering.”
You nodded slowly, “He started me on those, did you know?”
“Hm?”
“Trent,” You spat out his name and made a face, “When- when he found out that I found out. He tied me up and forced me to….take those.”
“Drugs?”
“Yeah.” You nodded again and sniffled, “He thought no one would believe a junkie, I guess. Or that- or that it’d make me stay. Work for HYDRA. As if there’s a drug in the world powerful enough to do that.” You wiped at your eyes, “And then I replaced it with alcohol, and now I’m-“ You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, “What if I’m replacing it again?”
“With what?”
“You know what.”
“Tell me.” Steve’s demand was soft and you licked your lips,
“What if I’m replacing it with you?” You mumbled against the door, resting your forehead on it and there was a soft noise on the other side, as if Steve was brushing his knuckles against the door.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, darling.”
“There’s everything wrong with that, Steve.” You muttered fractiously, like a stubborn child. Steve heaved a deep sigh.
“Why is it wrong?”
“Because it makes me do bad stuff,” You gulped, wiping your eyes, “You should be with someone- someone like Sharon.”
“Y/N…”
“Council would like it.”
“Council can fuck off.”
Your head snapped up and you gawked at the door, blinking dumbly.
“Did- did you just swear?” You asked incredulously, “Damn it, Tony was right, I am a bad influence…”
You heard Steve’s chuckle and you wiped your nose, smiling.
“You’ll be here in the morning too, right?”
“Mm hm. Right here.”
“Can you promise me in 40s ridiculous slang?”
“You’re nuts if you think I’m taking a powder, doll.”
You let out a small laugh and lied down on the floor, curling an arm under your head and rested your fingertips on the surface of the door, almost sure that Steve was doing the same and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Thanks Cap.”
“Anytime, darling.”
 Chapter 13 is here! 
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Kang Dongho Mafia AU
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you work at a flower shop across the street from a tattoo shop
it’s the oldest cliche in the book, but to be fair, when your aunt opened up the shop, the tattoo place hadn’t been there
you’re only working there to help out your aunt, but you find that the flower shop is a really nice place to work
you enjoy the lush feeling of the damp air, and how relaxing and calming it is to water the flowers and care for the various potted plants
you’ve noticed that a lot of people seem to come to the tattoo shop
and there’s always this one guy who goes with them
he’s pretty tall, muscular, with dark brown hair gelled up
one time, you point him out to your aunt and she clicks her tongue
“ah, those punks almost made me want to move my shop” she sighed “dear, don’t get mixed up with them. they’re the mafia”
you were never one to listen to adult figures lol
one time, you were casually watering some tulips when you heard someone cough awkwardly
(you were in the shop by yourself, since your aunt was out running errands)
you turned around to see the guy standing there, eyebrows raised
“hi, welcome to ivy and rose, how can i help you?” you parroted, rushing forward to stand at the counter
“um, my friend wanted to buy a plant for someone,” he explained
you nodded, walking over to where the potted plants were kept
“what type of plant were you thinking?” you asked “we have different types of flowers, succulents, shrubs.”
he stares at you blankly
“i was thinking... something green?”
you laughed, “how familiar is this person with caring for plants?”
“to be honest, i’m not really sure,” he confessed, growing slightly embarrassed, “i’m not the one giving the gift”
“why don’t you go with a simple succulent, then,” you suggested, lifting a small pot of tiger tooth aloe “they’re easy to care for, water maybe one every few days, direct sunlight”
he nodded, picking the little plant up
after paying for it, he heads out, and you resume watering the tulips
he pauses at the door and glances at you
“hey, what did you say your name was again?”
you look up from the tulips
“i didn’t, actually.”
a couple days later, he’s back?
this time, he looks around the flowers and picks a random bunch and pays
he was wearing a tank top and you could clearly see the tattoos that decorated his arms and chest
“so, can i ask for your name?” he asked with a small smile, looking up at you as he pulled his wallet out to pay, the glance making your heart race
“(y/n),” you responded, giving him a smile
dongho stopping by the flower shop becomes a regular thing
he’ll buy a small potted flower plant or a boquet, always asking you how you’re doing
one day, you came back from running errands and dongho and your aunt were sitting at the cash register sipping tea
when he leaves, you’re like
“auntie, didn’t you say he was bad news?”
“ah, that’s before i learned what a gentleman he was!”
that night, an unknown number texted you
it was dongho?
apparently, your aunt gave him your phone number,,,
“you need to put yourself out there, (y/n),” your aunt advised wisely, watching you sweep up fallen petals and dead leaves
sometimes you had to stay at the shop really late and close up, since your aunt took care of your grandmother on friday nights over in the next town
the shop closed at 10pm, and you’d usually get out of there by eleven
it became a habit for dongho to call you and keep you company while you were cleaning up the shop
one night, you were in the back room, checking to make sure that the fridges that held cut flowers was on when you heard someone come into the shop
“sorry dongho, i gotta go, someone just came in,” you said to dongho on the other line
“the shop is closed currently,” you shouted to the front, putting down the roses in your hand and hurrying to the front of the store and shoving your phone into your back pocket
a group of guys, maybe five or six of them, stood there, dressed in all black and heavily tattooed
“gentlemen, the shop is closed for the night, we open again tomorrow at 9 am.”
“we’re not here for flowers, sweetheart,” one of them growled, and another leaned over to pull the shades to the shop closed
three of the guys pulled out guns, pointing them at you, and you felt like passing out, shakily raising your hands
“w-what’s going on?” you asked, heart racing, “why are there guns, do you need anything?”
“don’t play stupid,” one of them growled, “you know where the flashdrive is, tell us”
“i don’t know any flashdrive,” you said, panicked. you felt tears starting to stream down your face, scared by the situation
“like hell you don’t,” another guy hissed, “you really think we’d believe that baekho’s girlfriend doesn’t know where the fucking flashdrive is?”
“i don’t know a baekho,” you sobbed, tears clouding up your vision, “and i don’t have a boyfriend, i swear, you have the wrong person”
one of them growled again, kicking over a bucket of daisies that had been sitting in water. you whimpered as the flowers and water rushed all over the floor
“maybe it’s somewhere in here,” one of them commented dryly, knocking over three or four more buckets of flowers
“dumbass, they wouldn’t be there,” his companion groaned, “it’s fucking hardware, you can’t put that in water”
“why don’t you just call up your little boytoy baekho and this whole thing will be over for you,” the guy who had done the most talking said, waving his gun to where your phone was
behind you, you heard a gun click
“i don’t think that’ll be necessary,” you heard dongho snarl, before someone grabbed you by the back of your shirt, pulling you down
gunfire started almost immediately, and you were yanked behind the counter where the cash register was by dongho
above you, one of dongho’s friends squeezed the trigger of his gun, released a round of bullets
you whimpered, trying to cover your ears, the loud noise of the gunfire almost deafening
dongho pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you and firmly pressing his hands over your ears so that you couldn’t hear the noise
“are you okay?” he mouthed, quickly checking to make sure you weren’t injured anywhere
you nodded mutely, starting to cry again
he pulled you closer to him, engulfing you in a huge hug, and you closed your eyes, sniffling into his black collared shirt
slowly, the gunfire tapered off, and dongho grunted slightly as he got up, pulling you with him
the guys who had come into the shop were sitting on the ground in a circle, hands tied behind their backs with the twine you used to tie bouquets up
the rest of the night was kind of a blur for you-- dongho brought you out to his car and buckled you into the passenger seat, covering your shoulders with a heavy, worn out leather jacket
he drove you to your aunt’s house where you were staying, carefully walking you inside
as you numbly brushed your teeth, you heard dongho talking to your aunt in a soft voice, explaining what had happened that night
your aunt made sure to check in with you, and stayed with you that night to make sure you were okay, insisting that you take a couple days off to rest
finally, after three days, you decided to return to work, and were surprised to find dongho carrying huge bags of mulch into the store
“good morning, dear,” your aunt greeted you cheerfully, “dongho here has been helping me around the shop, him and his little gang--”
“auntie, we’re not a little gang,” dongho sighed, obviously embarrased
“--have been helping me!”
you laughed at how excited she looked, a frail old lady patting dongho’s muscular shoulder
“dear, why don’t you go in the back and help dongho out with that mulch, yeah?”
you followed her into the back room, clearing a space to put the bags of mulch
when dongho had done so, you headed back to the front room, struggling to tie your green apron on
you felt dongho carefully take the strings from you, tying a bow with the apron strings
“(y/n), i’m sorry,” he said quietly, making you turn around to face him, “i feel really bad for getting you into this whole situation.”
“what are you talking about?” you frowned at him, “it wasn’t your fault, it was a mix-up.”
he sighed, taking a seat at the table, placed there for when you or your aunt took your lunch break
you sat as well, confused
“it,,, it wasn’t a mix-up.”
“but they were talking about a baekho,” you replied, confused, “you’re not baekho.”
“yeah, i am,” dongho replied, eyes never leaving your face, “that’s what people in 101 know me as, what people in the underground know me as. the flashdrive had some major extortion material on a high-up prosecutor, and svt needs that information as much as we do.”
you rubbed your face, still confused, “but i still don’t understand why they would think i was dating you.”
dongho smiled that same grin that never failed to make your heart pound
“well, i guess they mistook one person being in love for two people being in love.”
you stared at him in absolute horror, feeling your cheeks heat up, “did... did auntie tell you? that i like you?”
“what? no,” dongho started laughing, “(y/n), i was talking about myself.”
“wait, what?” you gaped at dongho, thoroughly confused. “you like me?”
“you like me,” dongho retorted, smirking at you
“you both like each other,” your aunt sighed, standing in the doorway to the back room with her arms cross, “and i won’t like you if you two keep dilly-dallying to avoid work.”
you traded an amused look with dongho, getting to your feet
as the two of you hurried to follow your aunt to the front of the store, you grabbed dongho’s hand and leaned up, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek
(auntie took a picture, cackling loudly)
(and it’s dongho’s lockscreen and wallpaper on literally any electronic device he uses)
yells “yes!” like mark from nct when he finally sneezed after 218948234 years bc suck it tumblr, i finished this scenario for the second time
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