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Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog: America's Ass #002 { MCU }

Series: 100 Years of It's Complicated

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

F/M

Fandoms:

Marvel Cinematic Universe

The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Relationship:

Steve Rogers/OC "Penny" Barnes

Characters:

Steve Roger

OC "Penny" Barnes

Summary: Steve takes Penny out for Christmas while Peggy is down and out with their son Steve. Having taken him up to her parents for Christmas while he has to stay behind because intelligence has received word Hydra Supersoldier Morning Glory is in the area, and he finds her alright, and ends up getting her pregnant as she hopes. 9 months later the baby is born and whisked away by Intelligence. Steve and Penny are separated for yet another time and he returns as always to his ever faithful Peggy. While his heart belongs to Penny Barnes.

No Beta As of Yet

Cross Posted to: Ao3

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1939

It was Christmas Eve two years later. Peggy had taken little Steve up to her moms and he'd had to stay behind because once again the Morning Glory was in the area.

Penny was performing a Christmas show and he thought he'd pick her up and take her out of the city for a little sightseeing to make up for his mad dash out of the suite the last time.

Truth be told, he was head over heels for both Peggy and Penny. He'd been hoping the picture and note would be enough till he could be enough…

But, here he was at eleven o'clock waiting for that feisty woman to appear when at exactly eleven forty-five as promised the tall girl, face looked familiar but the hair was much shorter and poofy and well pink.

Penny had a white satin top hat pinned into it and she pulled out a fur stole and slid into the opposite side of the bench. She was wearing a blood red corset that barely covered her breasts.

Luckily, a white satin tails tux jacket covered those, a hint of peppermint glued to her nipples he figured he was imagining things and handed her a menu. "You know you could have changed… order our hotel suite is paid for the weekend."

"oh, okay. Thank you Steve. you know after you ditched…"

"I got called away I explained in the no…"

"I never read it…." she sighed, ordered the turkey dinner and a slice of pecan pie and a good old Coca-cola. the waitress nodded and walked off as she leaned across the table to touch his cheek and he smiled.

"I'm me Penny. I have clothes waiting for us at the cabin. its a view of the city and ocean. The weekend is for you to have what ever you want within reason. Without hurting yourself or me. Think you can handle that?"

Steve leaned back and watched her drinking his tea until he almost spit it across the table when he found a booted foot between his strong thighs and he swallowed unfastening the zipper and buckle pulling the stockinged foot out before pressing it into his right thigh and he shivered.

"Hello, Penny."

She just smiled at him as she let out a low sound as she slid it up higher until she had it rubbing at the apex of his thighs and he was straining in his trousers. She stroked him with her foot until he almost came and dinner came and she ate and he paid and they went out to his bike where he adjusted himself and they headed out of town.

They arrived and Penny gasped at the view. The cabin was small, but everything so far was perfect. He carried her sleeping form to a roaring fire, a semi private bedroom off the great room, the queen size bed was built over two rows of drawers and the bathroom was directly across. the bath was added on and huge. Penny found the lovely nightgown and she stood in the bath and took off the hat and wig she pulled out all the pins and her real tiny braids she normally saw on ethnic women in the phone pool. They looked good on her.

She smiled weakly. "I need help with the corset please." he nodded and came to stand behind her opening the corset, freeing her waist and chest. Her breasts spilling forward and he couldn't help but drop his head to kiss her shoulder and side of her neck, "just as beautiful as I remember."

"I'm just gonna go check the kitchen." he said backing up as she watched out, "Stay…"

He sat on the small dressing chair in the corner as she finished undressing and washing away the pancake performance makeup and then she pulled into the silk loose elastic lace collar top and elastic sleeves.

Penny walked toward Steve as she smiled as she reached to coax him to stand, "Captain sir you are in need of a change to bed clothes as well. Lets get you stropped."

She started popping buttons on his wool jacket and hung it up before she worked him out of his shirt and undershirt before he handed her a pillow and she dropped to her knees and popped his trouser buttons and opened his pants pulling them and his boxers then socks off before she wrapped her hand around his erection. "oh God, Jesus …,"

Penny helped him into his soft sleeping pants and pulled back the bedding as she slid in the blankets hiking the gown up and Steve sat down to talk with her as she patted the mattress, "Come on Steve, there's plenty of room."

"There's plenty of room. But if I get in that bed I may never get out of your arms and I love Peggy too and I swore before God to love her until death. Oh, please no don't I'll lay by you… okay. Just lay by you."

Penny sniffled and turned her back to him as he climbed into the bed with her, "It's a little chilly over here do you need another blanket?"

"No. I'm, okay." she mumbled to the wall. She sniffed a few times audibly so he knew she was either crying or trying to stop crying.

It was about three in the morning and he needed sleep. The whole goal of moving Penny out of the city was to try and catch the Winter Soldier without him being destroyed or maimed which was what her programming and underlying training was for.

He woke up at six to find her standing in just the cotton shift on the deck at sunrise, her cocoa cold and her lips blue staring at New York as though she knew her protocol had been broken. She knew Steve was there before he knew he put out his arm to touch her and she arm-barred him and dropped him through the railing of the cocoa. spilt out of the way silently. "How do you know?"

"Good Morning to you to Morning Glory."

"Captain American. And here I thought you were just another dancing monkey." she released the armbar and let him stand as he stepped into her bubble and she grabbed him by the neck and dropped to her back rolling them into the cabin until they landed with her on top of him and she couldn't help but the aggression had them both highly aroused. She reached for the boot Penny had been wearing last night and popped a pair of knives out of the thick heels and brought them to Cap's throat.

"Pants down monkey." Morning Glory commanded as the knife in her right hand drew blood and he winced as she smiled. "Come on…" she tapped his throat with the left knife. Steve did as she said and arched his hips and pulled his sleep pants down freeing himself.

"At least tell me they have you on an oral sterilization drug."

Morning Glory - not Penny - Morning Glory shook her head, "nope they want Penny to have a family." She mounted him and he couldn't help but moan her velvet was so tight and hot around him, "damn-it don't move or I'll cum jesus just let me get used to it."

Steve's hands went up to the tie at the front of her gown and he untied the lace bow, the material pulling free and loosening until the cotton slid down her creamy shoulders and pooled at her elbows exposing her snowy white skin, "jesus wept, your more beautiful in sunlight Morn-"

"-just call me Penny, she's the one you want like this." she stroked his blonde hair, turning a handful as he went to suckle on a dusty rose nipple. "Oh, Penny, my musical angel, sing for me." He. He held her close lifting her up enough he could begin to move in and out of her as she panted his name, her own hands finding purchase on his chest as she tried to balance. Meeting his every upward thrust with a downward of her own until the feeling in her belly grew so tight she bit him to keep from screaming and cried his name, feeling her insides warm as he dropped back on the floor.

"Buckys gonna kill me…"

Morning Glory smiled at him as she stayed atop him until he dropped out limp and she was sure and stuffed as she stole kisses, kisses Steve couldn't help but share as he finally got them up out of the floor carrying her to the bed.

"Since you are definately not Peggy and your not Penny's squirmy yet innocent mint there are so many things I'm doing too you!." Steve flipped her onto her belly and parted those well kept thighs and snatch. "Who keeps you so well trimmed you are always perfect dear." he told her not really asking her as he dipped a finger into her super wet slit and pulled it out and slowly worked it up her taut little ass.

She cried out at the intrusion it hurt at first but by the time he had two fingers up there curlingband stroking and sucking on her clit she was keening for him and Bucky as he nipped the firm globes of her arse as he pulled back.

"You think you can take three?" Steve asked as he slid his hand into his pants to stroke himself, " oh baby I'm so hard gonna fuck that tight ass," he promised her as he very carefulky slid a third finger into Penny's tight body and MG moaned and her hips rose to buck as she panted as he went all knuckles deep and his thumb hit her clit.

"yes! yes please! now! now?! oh fuck yes?!! she demanded as she pulled her knees together for friction and he slid up into bed after dropping his pants and lubing up then guided himself to her entrance, slowly he pushed himself in until she keened for him again and slammed back on him an he felt her cum around him as he stroked the small of her back before sliding back into her slick cunny to cum again. Cuming quickly before wiping up, pulling Penny's gown down and snuggling up to her till she woke without Morning Glory.

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Penny woke several hours later her thighs sticky and she turned over. She'd gone to bed mad at Steve. Did he still get off on her?

She slid over to him and kissed his full lower lip, his mouth moved and he reached up brushing his face as she kissed him full on this time her soft non-timid, very aggressive kiss brought him awake enough he kissed her back his hand snaking into soft braids as she moaned into the kiss he tasted like wintergreen toothpaste like he'd been up and come back to bed and his lips parted aben she begged entrance she wanted to know more of this wintergreen Steve and he moaned into her kiss.

"...Peggy….the kids,,,,"

She giggled as she pulled up her skirt and slid down bis length slowly America's ass also had america's endowment and every two inches she had to stop herself to stretch until she wàs sitting amongst well maintained blonde curls and she felt him arch with excitement and she was excited and she pulled the gown off and tossed it aside as his hands cupped her tiny corset trained waist.

She started to move with his hands as she started to move he started to say encouraging things, "oh god baby ride my cock thats it! just like that!!"

Penny rode him; she was so close to one of those earth shattering orgasms only Steve could give her when heart break hit just as the damn was about to break, "oh Peggy so close…." She fought to get off of him and got dressed in the jeans he'd had had ordered for her and the thick oversized sweater she put on her thick leather boots and gloves and started tromping for the road.

"Fuck him." she threw a rock as she hit the main road and caught a ride with a morning milk truck heading into the Village to get a ride back to the city. Calling her manager, and pulling his army green knit cap down over her red hair sipping cocoa while she waited for Jack Crowe. She hoped she left him in pain. Buvky always said once a man started they had to finish or they'd be in pain for days.

Jason Crowe arrived an hour and a half later, mad about the costume but glad she was okay. Returning her to her cage for another stint as the Winter Soldier exited exodus and fled back to where his home was. Unaware his most prized possession was about to become an endangered nightingale.

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Steve woke up to the door slamming with the worst case of blue balls. He did everything to relieve the pain. But had to give up and shower and change, returning to the village to call home base on Morning Glory. He shipped Bucky Penny's costume. More worried about his nuts right now than the next time he saw him and he turned and headed back toward Albany to be with Peggy and the kids for at least the next few days.

Once there Peggy was surprised and righted his uniform collar and kissed him, "Hey there Captain America, Glad you could make it." his kids glomped on him and the hugging began but he couldn't stop worrying about Penny. What…if?

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Then eight months later he got the call, "Steve help we're pregnant and mom's man is taking Penny to the hospital to have the baby and wont let me co.e they said she can't keep it its dead! Steve help!"

Steve dropped the phone on his far Brooklyn office and headed for their park avenue mansion and followed the truck with Penny. Bucky was being held kicking and screaming. Two weeks later Peggt had a shaggy dark haired cornflower blue, blue eyed girl Penny was told she"d died in the womb and Steve followed the process as she was handed over to two soviet men and Winter Soldier and the three left and his heart bottomed out His daughter. HIS daughter…. He had to leave Penny and a week later he was back on the warpath and his plane vanished over the North Pole, Bucky Barnes Vanished, and so did one of the front line nightingales, 18 year old Penny Barnes.

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widow-maximov · 3 years

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Whole again

Pairing: Wanda x Fem Reader, Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, angst, fluff

Summary: Y/n never had an easy life in every aspect of life, finding love again but being betrayed is the worse feeling...

Word count: 4.7K

Tag-list: @diaryoflife

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Life couldn't be better at the moment, in your whole life you have always been pushed, not only by the Avengers but by your parents are well.

They always wanted the best for you and you did the best you could but it never was enough so you simply moved away from them when you turned 18, it was hard living alone, working somewhere that only paid for your rent and bills but never left you enough for food.

When you joined the Avengers, you instantly felt the difference here, food was always here and you never had to worry about not having enough. Everyone was accepting, especially Wanda.

The two of you got along quite quickly, she shared some interest you did and visa versa.

It was perfect, she always listened to you and reassured you that you always did your best, it was amazing being with Wanda. You felt safe around her and she always held you with so much love that it made you feel useful.

You loved her and each day spent with her, made you fall for the witch deeper, little did you know she did as well. She loved listening to you talk about your childhood, and how bravely you would overcome struggles.

She loved everything about you, from the way you would stick your tongue out when you couldn't get something right to little snorting that came out when you were very tired.

She adored you in secret and you did the same, you were always amazed by her powers, the way she would always find new ways to improve them or find out more about them. The way she would pay to every detail of every mission you told her.

The questioning that followed after, made your heart melt at how much she cared. She always wanted to be near you and hold you tight in her arms, this only worsen when the two of you have gotten together.

The dates would be amazing, she was really romantic and you would be hopelessly in love with everything she did for you. You would shower her with gifts and always be there for her whenever she had a rough night.

For some people being with one person for a long time is boring but for you it wasn't. You felt that you were always learning new things about Wanda, from the way she would tilt her head to the side slightly when you made a teasing comment.

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Sitting in a meeting full with your teammates and unable to contain your desires is the worse feeling. Your powers are similar to Wanda's but only with the telekinesis part, the rest you just have to reply on your fighting skills.

You looked over to Wanda who was opposite you, she was too focused on what the meeting was about, rather than looking at you. You looked down at the papers in front of you and smirked, as you gotten inside her head and spoke.

"Would you like to do this?" You asked as you showed her an image of Wanda being pressed against the wall and your face pressed against her core.

She looked at you as soon as that image disappeared with wide eyes "or this?" You showed her another image, a lot more filthier than the one before.

When she came out of it, you could sense the confusion and the lust coming off her "We are in the middle of a meeting!" Her voice found itself in your head.

You smirked slightly at her and spoke back "So?"

"So? How can you expect me to concentrate on what they are talking about"

The way your eyes darken as you looked at her lips "I don't, I want you to focus on me and the way you'll be a mess after"

Her head tilted to the side with a small smirk across her face as she looked away from you and at the person who was at the front. You looked around and no one even noticed that the two of you had a whole ass conversation in your head.

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To the way she would hide her face in the crook of your neck when she was embarrassed.

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It has been a month since Wanda went on a mission, she was suppose to come back today, they were on a stake out to watch a hydra base, it was a successful mission but the only drawback was the fact that she was away for so long.

You kept yourself occupied and that was mainly with missions that required a lot of brainstorming, so when you heard that Wanda was coming back, you decided to prepare something for her.

You prepared everything for a warm bath and even went out of the way to get her favourite chocolate that she always loves to eat, along with that, nice dinner so after she is done she can eat proper food.

You sent her a message saying to shower and meet you in the room the both of you accidently found, that practically no one visited, obviously there was a little note with your clothes that she always loved wearing.

She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in your arms, but agreed to your message because it doesn't matter where she falls asleep as long as it is next to you she was more than happy.

When she walked in to all of the things you did for her, she was blooming with happiness, she held her hands close to her chest as a smile spread across her. She went through everything you listed in the note, and when she made it to the room, it was something she wouldn't expect.

You might not have been the best at showing your love but you learnt and tried your best, so you stood there with everything prepared for her and the way her heart would beat so fast just at the sight of you surrounded by the little lights.

She walked over to you as she took a proper look this time at the things inside, you smiled as you opened your arms for her and she took the hug without hesitation, she pulled away and without letting you say anything, she kissed you.

At the contact of your lips, a small moan escaped her mouth, causing you to raise your eyebrows at her and pulling away "Did you just... moan?"

Her cheeks turned a red colour so fast, she manged to giggle and hide her face in the crook of your neck "Shut up, it has been a month.."

You laughed and smiled as you tighten your embrace around her and allowed yourself to enjoy this.

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But that all changed.. The day Vision was introduced to the team, he was connected to her by the stone the way you would never be connected, the way she would always spend her time with him instead of you.

The way she would listen to his story and never ask about yours, always avoiding you and your way of showing her your love, she would scold you for touching her, even if that was simply walking past her and your shoulders would brush.

It was difficult keeping this from the team, they loved you, like literally adored you, you always were the one to check up on everyone who went out on a mission. If anyone was injured even a little scratch you would always offer to help them in any way they want.

Everyone appreciated you and when they found out you found someone who claimed to love you in a different way they did... They were excited and happy for you, which meant they would always be up your business and Wanda's.

They grown to love Wanda as well, she was harmless and shy but you wouldn't want to be on her bad side, though some don't really care whether she was powerful, they would easily knock her out.

Today was movie night, the whole team sat on the huge couch Natasha on your left whilst your right side was empty, that would be Wanda's side, she wasn't here which didn't really concern you.

She was always late or sometimes didn't come but she promised to be here with you today, yet she wasn't coming. There was a gut feeling that something wasn't right yet you couldn't just walk out as Tony wanted to show you some things during this time so you stayed.

You tried your best to pay attention but it failed so when the movie was over, you stood up quickly and made your way to find Wanda, you rounded the corner and when you gotten closer to your shared bedroom, the noises only gotten louder you gulped as you opened the door carefully.

It was like a horror movie, you opening the door as if there would be a monster behind it, but this was much worse than any monster. If heartbreak had a sound, you would be definitely heard. You stood there taking in what is in front of you, Wanda and Vision in the bed you shared with Wanda before.

He was on top of her and she was a mess riddled with pleasure, it doesn't take any idiot to understand what they were doing, with so much pain in your heart, you walked out of that room and walked back to your room.

The stiffness in your walking was obvious that you was hurt, that's how anyone who knew you for a long time would know you were hurt. You knew this was the end of your relationship with Wanda..

The worse part is that this has happened before, not with Wanda but with someone else you dated, Wanda promised you that she would never do anything like that when you opened up to her.

You yet again failed your own promise, the promise that you would never let anyone in but yet that witch did something to you and you fell for her.

And here you are, sitting against the door as you muffle your sobs with your hands, you were so glad to have picked a room far away from the others so no one could hear you.

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You seemed to create a schedule to be out of the way of everyone, making sure no one saw you or even tried to bother you but you did clash with someone eventually and the way you would pretend, made no one question if you were hurt or not.

No one would notice, they just thought it was you being you. Good that you had a habit of avoiding people from time to time when things were overwhelming so no one questioned it.

You thought no one noticed your strange behaviour but you were wrong, Natasha did. She was a spy after all so analysing people was like walking, easy and smooth and she gotten so used to it she forgets she even does it.

She caught on the times you went to the gym where you would spend all of your day, you would avoid everyone including Wanda. You didn't even know she was on a mission for 6 months so your avoiding was pointless, she wouldn't even notice your absence.

You was in the gym, assaulting the punching bag as if it took everything away from you. You punched it with so much energy, you were kind of surprised it didn't come off the ceiling.

Natasha stood there, staring at you as you threw such powerful punches. It was odd how you looked so emotionless when you would practically made the bag look so weak. She did what she thought would make you talk, she walked over as she made herself known with her clearing her throat.

Your looked over your shoulder and relaxed when you noticed it was Natasha "Sorry, did you book today? I thought it was clear for today"

She shook her head as she walked closer towards you "No I didn’t, usually it’s empty..- Actually do you want to spar with me?"

You faced her now as you took a sip of your water and nodded, usually you would just be here alone and no one bothered you but since she was already here, you might as well, the two of you made it inside the ring and took your poses, she was rested and less of a mess than you, you was exhausted from no sleep and constant nightmares so you were no match for her.

With one move, you was down as she pinned you down and hovered above you, you tried with every strength in your body to move from her grip but you had no chance.

"What happened Y/n?" She asked with seriousness in her tone.

You tried your luck again to free yourself "Nothing"

"I can get Wanda to do this for me" She bluntly spoke as she watched your reaction.

Your eyes widen at her words "No, I don't want her here"

Natasha let you go as she sat down next to you but you just laid there, you knew she will question to why suddenly you don't want to be around the witch.

"Why?" Was the only word that came out from the Russian.

You shook your head as you tried to erase the embedded scene "No"

Natasha narrowed her eyes at you "What do you mean no? Why can't Wanda be here Y/n?"

You covered your face with your hand as you took a deep breath, feeling the tears form in your eyes "She cheated"

Natasha's eyes widen at your words, the feeling of range building up, she knew Wanda was suppose to go on a mission today so she will be able to catch her "With who?"

"Vision" You managed to choke out as sobs were threatening to spill out of your mouth.

Natasha felt so angry, the fact that Wanda was capable of doing something so horrible to you and she was so close to getting up and making sure that Wanda gets knocked into the next universe for what she did but when a sob came out of your mouth, she was quick to forget what she would do but quickly pulled herself near you and held you as you cried in her shoulder.

Natasha was your true friend but for Natasha you was more than a friend for her. She was deeply in love with you and when she heard that you are dating Wanda, she was heart broken. She started to slowly distance herself and hoped you would notice but Wanda was occupying your head for you to even notice Natasha missing, well at least that what the redhead thought.

She loved everything about you, from the way your eyes would sparkle at the mention of a new movie that was coming out to how you would drink too much and sing bunch of songs that didn't even make sense.

She loved you but you never felt the same even if she could swear to herself that you did feel something for her but she convinced herself she was just seeing things, she wanted to believe that you would fall for her the way she fell for you but that didn't happen so she had to live with herself and these feelings.

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She took you to your room so you could rest and made her way towards Wanda, she was in your old bedroom acting as if nothing happened, she didn't even care that you wasn't here, actually she was happy you didn't bother her.

Natasha marched inside as she could feel her anger boiling over, and when her gaze met Wanda's she couldn't control herself "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

The way Wanda's eyebrows raised as if she didn't know what the Russian was talking about "Are you okay Natasha?"

"You try to seem so innocent and shy but you are a fucking liar and the worst person in the planet!" Natasha raised her voice as she pointed towards Wanda.

She stood up as she looked at the spy with shock "What the hell are talking about!"

Natasha scoffed "Please, keep pretending but I know what you did with Vision"

The Sokovian's face fell as she heard those words "What do you know?"

The Russian rolled her eyes at the witch "How much you fucked up the only good thing you had in your pathetic life"

"You can't tell Y/n.."

The redheads eye's narrowed "She already knows.."

The gasp wasn't a shocked one but more of a surprised one, why didn't you say anything? She had to find out, so she did what was on her mind but Natasha moved in her direction.

"You won't disturb her, you will go on your mission and leave Y/n alone"

Just as Wanda was going to protest, she was alerted that she had to go, she was the only way this mission would be successful. She barged past Natasha as she left for the mission, in hopes that when she comes back, she will finally talk to you about the subject she should've voiced way before.

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The past 2 months have been hard on you, you tried to not drag Natasha into this but she was there regardless of your attempts. You even somehow ended up sleeping in her room because your nightmares have gotten worse, she reassured you that you were safe.

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Natasha couldn't sleep, she decided to go through some work reports, hoping that will make her somehow sleepy and she would be able to finally get some rest.

Her eyes darted up at you and her expression softened at you and the way you was snoring, you passed out on the couch watching a movie so Natasha took you into her room and tucked you into her bed, she decided to grab bottle of water and some more files.

When she walked out, as if her present kept you at bay, your nightmares started to wake you up, the second they got heavy you jumped up so still as your eyes went wide, looking ahead of you slowly registering where you are.

Natasha walked through the door with everything but when she noticed the fear in your eyes, she rushed to you and at her touch you relaxed, the way her strong arms held you as you hugged into her, your breath steadied as Natasha rubbed your back in soothing motions.

Your head rested on her shoulder and wiped the fallen tear from your face, there was silence, for Natasha it was comfortable silence but for you it was embarrassing, she had to witness you in this state.

You unglued yourself from her as you covered your face "I'm sorry you had to witness that"

She shook her head as she gently grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face "You have nothing to be sorry for, красивая (beautiful). This is a normal thing that people experience so don't be sorry"

You looked at her as tears filled your eyes and with a sad smile you spoke "Well then I'm glad it's you who is by my side through this"

Natasha smiled as she pulled you into a hug and the both of you decided to finally sleep, she was your safe haven from nightmares.

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When she had her nightmares, you were there even if you were suffering.

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Natasha went to bed earlier than usual and you not waking to disturb her as she slept so lightly, you decided to just go back to your room and try sleeping there.

Aside from your nightmares sometimes you was able to sleep through the night without constantly jumping, you tried to do something to occupy your mind, even ended up sitting by the window as you stared out in the stares just in hopes that it would make you sleepy.

You took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen, you opened the fridge and took the cold water, taking a sip as shivers ran through your body, you turned around and started to walk towards your room again.

You stopped at Natasha's door, pressed your ear against it to listen. Maybe she was awake? but there was no movement so you sighed and slowly opened the door.

Making your way inside, as you see Natasha sitting in the middle of the bed, with her head resting on top her knees, she looked so small and fragile, you placed your water down and quickly made your way to her.

Your arms found themselves around her as she so easily fell into you, her face covered in trails of tears causing unsteady breathes to escape her mouth.

"It's okay Natty.. I'm here" You tried your best to reassure her as you whispered.

She loved your voice and each time it worked to calm her so she just nodded as she let her arms snake around you, gripping onto your shirt.

Your hand played with her hair as your free hand was placed firmly against her so you could tighten your embrace around her "I'm sorry"

You smiled sadly at her as she looked up at you when she spoke "There is nothing to apologise for, I am more than happy to be here for you"

She shook her head "This shouldn't be about me Y/n/n, you are the one with the most painful pain here"

You cupped her face as you stared into her eyes "You are just as important as my pain Natty.. Please don't say that"

A tear rolled down her face, you wiped it with your thumb and kissed her forehead and pulled her into you again "You are important Nat, don't tell yourself otherwise.."

No matter how much you wanted to break down from the pain in your heart, but you kept yourself together for her because in this moment she needs you and you were happy to do that...

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Natasha never wanted anything back for what she did for you, she did it because she still very much loved you, she would even jump in front of a speeding car if you told her to, because being away from you pained her more than watching you fall in love with someone else.

After those 2 months you finally gotten a grip on your life, you started to heal and having someone near you only helped you heal faster, Wanda wasn't around but her walking microwave was, he would observe you and what you did.

So far for the past 4 months, you did pretty good, you seem to smile more often than at the start, you started to feel normal again and that was all because of Natasha, she stuck beside you at your worst and you wouldn't want it any other way.

Right now it was one of Tony's parties, you weren't so much in the mood for one but Natasha being here was more than motivating, so you attended.

Wearing one of the dresses you never had the chance to use, with some minimal make up, finally feeling good about yourself, so you made your way towards where the party was held. The first person you searched for in the crowd was Natasha and with ease you located her near the bar.

You made your way towards her as she slid over a drink that she prepared, you eyed the drink "How did you know what I like"

She shrugged as she sipped hers "I'm very observant"

You smiled widely as you took the drink and sipped on it as well, she was watching you, turning her body towards you "How are you?"

The tone she used wasn't something she used with everyone, you knew the meaning behind it "Definitely better now.. What about you?"

She shrugged once again as she looked down "I'm not sure actually"

You placed the drink as you grabbed her hand "It's okay to not know. You know you can talk to me, right?"

She looked up as her eyes locked with yours and she nodded bringing a smile upon your lips "Great, now drink that and let's go dance, before you turn into a grandma"

She raised her eyebrow "Grandma? Are you trying-"

"Sorry! I can't hear you, the music is too loud!" You shouted over her as she shook her head with a playful smile as she drank the rest of her drink.

You was already done with yours so as soon as she placed the glass down, the hand you held from earlier, you pulled towards the dance floor, feeling the burning sensation in your throat as alcohol made it's way into your blood.

Both of you danced for so long until you started to feel sober again, Natasha never left your side since she knew how you were when you drank, a little of alcohol made you so brave that she feared you might accidently punch someone.

You went to the bar alone, Natasha had clear sight of you but she was distracted with dancing as she waited for you. You knew this night was too good to be true, especially when you forgot that Wanda would be back today.

You didn't even notice the witch until she aggressively tapped your shoulder, making your head whip towards her and your eyes widen at her angry face.

"What do you think you're doing?" She questioned you as if you were suppose to be scared.

You rolled your eyes and ignored her as you continued to wait for your drink but she grabbed your shoulder and span you to face her, angering her more.

"What do you want?" You asked so unbothered by her presence.

"When did you start acting like a slut, Y/n?"

You raised your eyebrows at her, the way those words easily slipped out of her mouth "I'm acting like a slut? I am waiting for my drink and you are disturbing me"

She rolled her eyes, she felt her powers pumping inside her veins "You are the only person here, all over all those women"

You looked around to see what women she was talking about "What women? I was just dancing with Nata-" You paused "I don't have to explain myself to you, now leave me alone"

"Yes you do! You definitely need to tell me why you are all over Natasha? Are you sleeping with her?"

It was started to irritate you, she didn't care about you so many months ago and suddenly when things get better, she takes an interest, it's like her life goal is to destroy your happiness.

"You have to be joking right now.." You scoffed as you stared at her with so much disbelief across your face.

"Yes we sleep together, in the same bed! As she fucking helps me through my nightmares you gave me!" You poked her chest as you raised your voice at her.

"You think I will believe you? I seen the way you look at her Y/n-!"

You grabbed her hand as you showed her what you dream off, each night. Jumping up in fear and sweat as tears roll down your face and how each time those nightmares get worse, seeing how Wanda betrayed you over and over again and you were forced to see it, enduring more pain than it is healthy.

You let go of her hand as she finally looked at you but with a different emotion; guilt.

You scoffed as you walked away that's when Natasha noticed you was gone for too long, her gaze caught you walking away towards the elevators away from Wanda, she felt the anger in her raise but you were more important than dealing with Wanda.

You made your way towards the kitchen, as you wiped the runny make up down your face, using the reflecting bit of the coffee maker to see where the make up was ruined.

Suddenly a voice spoke up from behind you "How did you think that would end?"

It wasn't the voice you would expect to hear, you straighten yourself as you swiftly turned towards Vision "Are you as stupid as Wanda, I left to be left alone so why are you here?"

Your tone didn't faze him "Wanda never really loved you Y/n"

You rolled your eyes "Look you walking fridge, I don't give two shits what Wanda felt or not, I care about you leaving me the fuck alone before you regret it"

He stood there completely still, no emotions displayed "Did you think Wanda would love someone so simple, she has a connection with me through the mind stone but with you? Nothing"

You wanted to be angry but you knew this is why she left you, she had that connection with him that you could never understand, he laughed at your reaction "See, pathetic little girl who can't even get over the fact that she left"

"You never was enough. I am so much more better than you-" His sudden stop to his words, made you look up.

"If you don't leave this room, I swear the only thing that will be left is that stupid gem from your stupid head"

He raised his arms up as the gun was pointed at his head, Natasha might've drank a little too much, then again she doesn't exactly gets drunk, she is Russian and Russians are really hard to get drunk.

"Now leave" It was a demand that fell from the redheads mouth, he nodded and stepped out of the kitchen and left. He knew better than to start a war with the former assassin.

She placed her gun down as she rushed towards you and without a word just hugged you, you took a deep breath "Thank you.."

She pulled away slightly as she looked worryingly into your eyes "Whatever he said, it's not true-"

"Natty, there is no need to sugar coat it anymore" The smile that was spread across your lips wasn't as sad as it was before "She left me because I just wasn't what she wanted in the end, she might've left me in a horrible way but it's okay"

The Russian shook her head as she cupped your face with both of her hands as tears of her own dropped "You are just perfect, she made a horrible mistake"

You bought your hand to wipe her tears "Maybe, but that's her problem now and I couldn't be happier with where I am and who I am surrounded by"

She smiled as she pulled you into her, letting out a breath she was holding back, you always seem to have that effect on her whenever your face would be too close to hers.

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Another 6 months went by so quickly, and you seem to be closer to Natasha than before. She trained you and you in return showed her what fun tricks you can do with your mind.

She was amused by you but also annoyed each time she would place something and it suddenly it was gone. The team soon started to snoop around your business as they noticed Wanda no longer being all over you.

You told the team and they were more than understanding, respecting your wishes or else they would know what Natasha's fist tastes like.

You noticed how much you grew fond of the feeling for Natasha, you seen her in a whole different light and if you were honest you actually really liked it.

You could've promised yourself that you would never want to be with someone again but you knew that this is a whole lie and the more you spend your time with Natasha the stronger you felt towards her.

You could pinpoint the exact moment you realised that what you felt wasn't friendly but more romantic

~~~~~

You always loved cooking as a way to relax and that's what you were doing today, Natasha was against cooking, she wanted to do her reports but you managed to convince her with your famous cookies.

The mission the both of you attended was tense but not as hard as others so a little cooking couldn't hurt anyone, you looked at Natasha who just sat there as she leaned on her hands.

"You could help me instead of being a weirdo and just staring" You spoke as you eyed her from what you were doing.

She chuckled as she protested "I was told to accompany you not be your elf"

You raised your brows at her "Elf? it's not Christmas season just yet darling"

If you were silent enough you could've heard Natasha's heart skip a beat at the nickname you used, she just stared at you with a smile so you continued not realising her obvious staring "Plus elf's are cute and very useful so more your ass and help me if you want some of these cookies"

She rolled her eyes playfully as she made her way towards you, you handed her some ingredients to mix together as you did your part as well.

She stood there, mixing it as her muscles flexed catching your eye once or twice... or all the time. You tried your best to keep your focus on what you were doing and finally when she was finished, she pushed the bowl towards you without saying anything.

You looked at her and the smile that was spread across her lips was the most innocent smile anyone could witness. Sometimes Natasha manages to act like a child just to impress you and it did work most of the time.

You smirked as you took your finger and dipped it into the melted chocolate and with one swift motion you rubbed it onto her face, her mouth fell open as you started to giggle at her.

She frown at you but failed to act upset as your giggles made her smile, so she did what she thought was payback and took some of the chocolate as she rubbed it on your cheek.

You looked at her when you suddenly stopped laughing "Okay, okay, I deserved that"

You tried to wiped the chocolate away but she stopped you and looked into your eyes, the sense of innocence was gone "Let me get it for you"

When her face moved closed to your cheek, you froze and then you felt her tongue on your cheek as she licked off the chocolate she just wiped on you, when she moved away and hummed at the deliciousness, your eyes were slightly wider as you stared at her.

This feeling wasn't friendly and definitely not innocent

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You was sitting next to Natasha on the couch, with your head on her shoulder as she scrolled down her phone to bunch of 10 second videos of cats. You planned to ask Natasha out for a walk later in the day to finally talk to her but the thought of planning what you were going to say to her was interrupted.

"Sorry Y/n, can I quickly talk to you?" Wanda spoke up as she stood couple feet away from the couch.

You felt Natasha tense which made you look at her and nod slightly to let her know it's okay, she relaxed and smiled at you but her narrowed eyes came back as soon as it landed on Wanda.

"Sure" You spoke with just one word as the two of you made your way towards the kitchen, far enough from Natasha's hearing range.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to apologise.."

You took a deep breath, thinking it will be one of those scenes where the ex begs to get back but she held her hand up as she spoke before you could "I'm not here to 'beg' you to come back to me, I just wanted to say that I am really sorry how things turned out"

"I had a lot of time to think about what you showed me and I didn't realise the pain I had in flicked on you by doing what I did. It was a mistake with how I handled it and I am sorry"

You took a deep breath, this is all you wanted from her and in the end she finally understood her wrong "Like I said, I'm not here to beg you because I did fall out of love with you and nothing has changed since that time but I just wanted to say I'm sorry Y/n"

You would be lying if you said it didn't hurt, because you used to love her with your whole being but at the same time, you didn't love her like that anymore, someone else owned your heart and you were more than happy to gift it to them.

You nodded with a smile across your lips "I know Wanda, Thank you for this"

She nodded as she looked past you at Natasha "I'm just glad you were able to fall in love again.."

You looked where she was looking and smiled widely to yourself as you whispered "I know.."

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You dragged Natasha along with you by her hand, she wanted to stay inside as it was cold but of course to managed to convince her, she of course said she would blame you if she gotten sick and you promised to be there for her if she was.

You pulled her towards this tall bridge that had a little pond beneath it, it was covered in ice which was more beautiful, the way the lights would light up the darkness and that's exactly how you felt with Natasha.

You stood in the middle of the bridge, smiling widely as Natasha's cheeks were slightly pink "Why are you smiling so much?"

The smile across of your lips never left as you answered her "Because Tasha! Look around it's beautiful"

She kept her gaze on you as you looked around "I agree with you" she didn't care about anything else but you in this moment admiring the beautiful of the world whilst her world stood right in front of her.

"Well why are we here?" She asked curious to why you wanted to drag her out here.

You took a deep breath and finally looked into her emerald eyes, taking in her warm hand "I brought you here so I can tell you something important-"

She whined "You could've told me in the warmth of my bedroom"

You rolled your eyes "No, no I could not have"

"Fine, okay.. Tell me" She sighed with a small smile.

"Natasha, where do I start... You have changed so much in my life and I really hope this will change a lot of things for good"

She looked confused at you as her heart started to beat fast in her chest and you continued "I never thought I could get over what has happened but you made it so much more easier which is what made me fall in love with you"

"You have been nothing but amazing to me and I regret not seeing how strongly I feel about you. Because of you Tasha, I am whole again and-"

Before you could continue, Natasha pulled your face into hers as she smashed her lips against yours, the way her lips moved against yours made you feel so loved and happy.

She pulled away with the biggest smile as she pressed her forehead against yours "I had always loved you медовый (honey) and I would've done anything you told me even if that meant staying away"

You sighed at her words "I don't want you to stay away"

Natasha smiled with so much love "Good, I couldn't even if I wanted to"

You pulled her in for a kiss but before actually kissing her you whispered "I love you too Natty" and finally allowed yourself to kiss Natasha with the same love as she was giving you.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda angst #natasha fluff

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kinsey3furry300 · 3 years

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So how the heck do the Avengers pay for stuff, and how rich are they?

So, in the wake of “Falcon and the Winter Soldier” There’s a lot of debate about why Sam didn’t seem to get paid well for his work in the Avengers (at least in the MCU continuity), and this has got me thinking: we’ve got no evidence that the Avengers are, financially, anything but a hot mess. So lets break it down, Avenger by Avenger, using real-world pay scales for the ones who have jobs.

Tony: a billionaire, so clearly he’s a financial genius, right? Well….. his actions say otherwise. He’s shown to be wildly irresponsible with his money. He inherited a lot of wealth form his parents which was managed by the first Jarvis, Obadiah, and Pepper for him, he buys and then gives away not just woks of art, but entire collections by major 20th century artists on a whim, destroyed his own cars and home without concern, he tanks the value of his own company in the first Iron Man with a bad press interview, gets kicked of his own bord of directors, and ultimately, in Iron Man 2, gives control of his company to Pepper. He’s insanely rich, and insanely smart, but man, he’s not smart with his money. So all the cool stuff, his suits, the Avengers tower, the facility up-state: that’s all paid for by him, but Pepper is holding the purse-stings. So, does he pay the others? We have no evidence for most of them… but we do with Spidey. Peter Parker is in the Stark Internship Program a euphemism to hide the fact he’s training and mentoring him as a super-hero, but I find the wording interesting: he refers to Spidey, his surrogate son and chosen heir, as an intern. I.E., Unpaid. I’m guessing this is Howard’s influence over him, some sort of ‘make you own way in the world, son’ attitude, but if he’s not paying Spidey, is he paying anyone else? He certainly pays for stuff super heroes suits and things, equipment, fuel, the base, but does he pay anyone a wage? No one ever mentions it. You think it would come up.

So, if he’s not paying them a wage, where do Avengers (and thier allies) get their day-to-day money from, and are they rich? Using google and https://www.federalpay.org, lets find out.

Cap: Well, before Civil war, he’s a shield operative, and he presumably still holds his military rank: he’s a US Army captain, with (well) over 40 years service, so USD$88,142.40 per year, with $237.71 drill pay (pay per drill you have to do on weekends, on leave or outside of normal service) and $175.00 per month hazard pay (which I bet is interesting) on top of that. As a WW2 veteran, he’d be eligible for a war pension if he:

Was not discharged for dishonorable reasons; and,

Served 90 days of active military duty; and,

Served at least one day during wartime ("wartime" as determined by the VA); and,

Had countable family income below a certain yearly limit; and,

Is age 65 years or older; or

Regardless of age is permanently disabled, not due to wilful misconduct.

As he’s still receiving 90k per year, he’s ineligible for a pension as his countable yearly income is above the limit. So if shield pays him in accordance with his rank and years of service, about $90, 600 per year incuding hazard pay.

After civil war, he’s a fugitive on the run, so presumably flat broke. I’d asume he gets his pension returened to him after the snap.

He’s also just gone from the 40’s to the present day, so 70 years of inflation probably makes buying things very confusing for him: everything would seem insanely expensive at first. He’d also not know what the correct prices are for anything invented after 45. You might get used to how much more expensive food and coffee is, but how much is a smart-phone worth? $200? $2000 $20000? Who knows? I bet the others have to facepalm a lot when he either refuses to pay for what he sees as clear price-gouging, and at the same time regularly pays insane amounts of money for goods and services because he doesn’t know better. He also has no known assets other than his pay: he rents an apartment making him one of the few American males in his age-group who isn’t a home-owner

Thor: Does Asgard even have currency? It’s depicted like a “Crystal spires and toga” type utopia with no poverty: even working class Asgardian’s like Scourge seem to be pretty well-off and want for nothing, so he’s from a post-scarcity society where actual magic is a thing. His “Another” coffee cup smashing and the fact he doesn’t have a computer of phone in Ragnarök might indicate that, no, he just doesn’t have, need or understand money. Splitting a bar tab with him must be a nightmare. His breakdown post snap indicates he’s got some cash, but not a huge amount, and is probably skiving of Valkyrie and the other Asgardians.

Banner: Okay, so a PhD could make you a lot of money from patents… in pharmacology or engineering. Theoretical physics? Not so good. And if Banner did have any patents, they’ve probably been seized under eminent domain by the US military. At the start of The Hulk film, he’s working a entry-level factory job at a botteling plant in Brazil. The minimum wage in Brazil is 1069.62 Real per month, that’s 12,835.44 Real per year, or around $2437.79 US per year, before everything goes wrong for him! He then runs off to India, works for Tony for a bit and then gets shot into space. Spidey may actually make more in allowance than Banner does, and Banner is a gown ass man with bills to pay: I’d imagine he loses a lot in ripped clothing.

Natasha and Barton: Pre Civil-war, both are government spooks, so how well does that pay? The salaries of CIA Intelligence Analysts based in the US range from $25,838 to $685,701 , with a median salary of $125,340, so let’s assume that Shield pays in a similar range: $685,701 per year for Director Fury, around 125,000 for Natasha and Cliff, which explains Cliff’s nice, middle-class mid-western home. Post civil war, presumably not great: we know that Natasha spends a lot of her savings running and hiding all across the world, and Cliff takes a deal and presumably lives of his savings, pension and his wife’s income.

Rhodes: Full USAF colonel with over 10 years service? $105,562.80 per year, plus $293.23 drill pay per drill and $175 per month hazard pay, and because he’s team Stark and not Team Cap in Civil War, he’d not lose any of that. He presumably also gets an injury pay-out after his accident. After T’challa and Stark, he might be the best paid avenger.

Dr Strange: spends all his money he made as a surgeon on trying to cure his hands: spends literally his last dollars heading to Nepal to train. Wong even jokes with him about their lack of worldly money when asking for a tuna-melt. But, can use illusion to make people think he has money, and his home and clothes etc. come with the job, so in the same boat as Thor in that he has no money, but needs none AKA, he’s a bastard to try and split a restaurant bill with.

Wanda and Vision: No know source of income, just sort of live in Tony’s hose and eat his food, and on top of that Wanda goes on the run after civil war… yet they can stay in fancy hotels in Edinburgh, a relatively expensive city, and Vison apparently bought them a house to retire in, so one of them has some source of money. Maybe Tony gave Vision years of back-pay form when he was still Jarvis, or maybe the vison has a day job, which is, frankly, hilarious. Could you imagine him as a barista? I can, and it makes me very happy.

Scott Lang: I’d assumed he’d be super, super broke, but apparently the average pay for a private security consultant in the Bay area is $85,430 per year. Not bad. Pity he gets sucked into the quantum realm just as his business is taking off, so presumably, flat broke again.

Bucky: no known income, and I doubt Hydra paid him for being the Winter Soldier so he probably has no savings, but he should, technically, qualify for a military pension. As a single veteran, he’d be eligible for federal tax-free pension of up to $1732 per month, or $20,784 tax free per year. Not much for someone who lives in NYC. He may also be eligible for medical benefits over the loss of his arm. Whether or not he got to see any of that money given how confused his life has been over the past 10 years is unclear, but on paper he’s eligible.

T’challa: He is, quite possibly, richer than Stark, and as an absolute monarch pays no tax and has access to his Nation’s vast wealth in vibanium. It’s good to be the king!

Captain Marvel: USAF captain, and a test pilot; the test pilot school only accepts applicants with a service length of less than 9 years 6 months (10 years six moths of helicopters) as they don’t want older applicants. With 8 years service, $79,538.40, plus drill pay and hazard. However, no know (human) pay since 1990. Flat broke.

Guardians of the Galaxy: no data, but I’m assuming “Cowboy Bebop” levels of perpetual never-ending poverty given the way they choose to live. I’d also assume Rocket has taken all their cash into some sort of Ponzi scheme of his own creation, because just look at him, of course he has.

Spidey: he’s got about $10 of his aunts’ money at any given time, so he can buy lunch… which may in fact be more than Banner or Lang, and we know it’s more that Strange or Thor.

So, here the big one: how rich or how broke is Sam?

Sam Wilson: annoyingly, we’re not directly told what rank Sam held in any MCU film. USAF pararescue “Maroon berets” are generally NCO’s (but there’ are officer-ranked pararescue) , and he’s seen working on his wings at one point, where as officers don’t generally work on or maintain airframes. He’s shown wearing a Nation Air guard grey while jogging at one point to confuse the matter further. The general consensus on redit is he’s a former USAF tech sergeant (E-6). But how long was he in the air force? With six years service (the minimum sensible time he could have served to work in pararescue based on his age), that would be $41,464.80 per year, plus drill pay and hazard. As Anthony Mackie, the actor that plays him, was 36 as of Civil War, and assuming the character is the same age, and assuming he retired from the air force that year, and he joined the USAF at 17, the youngest you can join, he’d have served 19 years, giving him a pay of $51,566.40, the maximum pay you can get at this rank before promotion to Master Sergent, but meaning he left just before he’d qualify for the 50% final salary pension you’d qualify for after 20 years. Which seems weird. So let’s assume the character is one year older than the actor that plays him and served 20 years (ages 17-37), that means Sam has a military pension of $25,783.20 per year (20,784 of it tax-free), plus any injury benefits. He councils other veterans, but doesn’t get paid for that. He also chooses Team Cap in Civil War, so would become a wanted criminal, and so lose his income between 2016 and 2018, and then gets snapped and has no income for 5 years, which would destroy his credit rating. Like the rest of Team Cap, he presumably gets his post snap pardon, and goes to work for the US government at his former pay and rank. However, given how Captain John Walker treats him as an equal, it’s possible he’s been promoted to a captain when the hired back, giving him a pay of between $54,176.40 to $88,142.40 (with 20 years experience, depending on if they take into account his prior service or not, and how much prior service he has), but either way, he’s just starting this as a new job after being legally dead for 5 years: no savings, and no credit.

Commercial fishing vessels cost about 10% of their total value per year in maintenance alone. I can’t identify what sort of boat the Wilson’s have, but some quick googling indicates that the cheapest 15m long wooden in-shore shrimp trawler costs around $140,000, so that’s $14,000 per year in maintenance costs alone, minimum. And that’s a lower estimate, assuming the rest of the business is sound, which we know it isn’t.

So, in concussion, yes, Sam is in some serious financial trouble until he can re-build his savings and credit, but the scary bit is he’s not alone in that: he’s probably better off than Lang, Banner, Danvers, Strange, Thor, Bucky, Wanda and Parker. Only Clint (if he gets a full pardon and gets his full pension), Rhodes, Stark and T’challa aren’t in some sort of potential financial problems. That asshole bank teller was right: despite the fact it seems to pay well on paper, with a few exceptions, the Avengers financials are probibaly a mess. EDIT: Rocket is running the Ponzi scheme, if that’s not clear from context. The others know they have money somewhere, but not where it’s gone. And It’s been pointed out to me that as he’s technically a POW while he’s the Winter Soldier, Bucky is owed over 70 years back-pay, equal to over 3 million dollars, details in the notes.

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chrisevansgoodgirl · 3 years

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killing peggy carter

summary: you want revenge bc steve’s a bitch. (happy times, save for steve’s disappearance. everyone’s alive tho)

warnings: a darker steve. rough smut, a little questionable at times. a lot of angst bc i was in a mood.

pairing: steve rogers x reader, peggy carter x reader for a sec, and some steve x peggy ( 🤢 )

word count: about 9,800

a/n: not tagging anyone bc no one asked for this, i literally just wrote it like forever ago and decided to post it bc i haven’t posted in forever. also, if you go back far enough on my blog, you will see that i watch riverdale and honestly, i came up with this title before jughead wrote his emo story in the finale.

When Steve left, it was nothing short of devastating.

Your world had stopped. How could it not? You had been under the impression that someone was in love with you as much as you were in love with them. And god, you were so damn in love with Steve Rogers.

It had been a year and it still hurt just like it had that first day. You were better at hiding it now, using that as the only entertainment in your life. Being an Avenger wasn’t the same as it used to be. The world was good, you weren’t needed. Especially not while all these feelings of anger and resentment were growing inside you.

When Steve left, he took a lot. He took your heart, your soul, your fucking will to love and let yourself be loved, and he took your ability to be a hero. No hero had the darkness you had. No hero stayed out most nights dancing in sweaty and noisy clubs, being groped by strangers she couldn’t even take home because she was the definition of damaged. You had trust issues for days, and they weren’t going anywhere any time soon, if ever.

Bucky tried to help and sometimes, you had the energy to fake it. It always made him so happy to see you smiling or just talking to other men who clearly were attracted to you. But nothing would come of it. You couldn’t believe a word that any one of them said.

Steve used to look at you, tell you he loved you, tell he needed you, that he couldn’t do any of this without you. Then he had the chance to go back to Peggy Carter and he took it in a second, no hesitation. He didn’t even say goodbye.

You stayed out on the lake for three months, figuring he’d just gotten tied up. He would come back, you told yourself that every night. What finally broke you was when Nat and Bucky sat you down and told you it wasn’t going to happen. You’d always known but with confirmation from the two people that knew him best, you had to face reality. He’d left you and he wasn’t coming back.

It was a huge hit to your self-esteem. Maybe if you had been prettier. Smarter. Stronger. Better. But you were just you. Petty, small, aching. Ironically, that was how he had found you as well. The Avengers liked to bring in team members who had already been through too much. You hadn’t realized how vulnerable your past trauma made you to their type of coercion. You would do anything any of them asked. With Steve, it was different. More. And he had always known.

There was this pain in your chest that never went away. Sometimes you woke up gasping in the middle of the night, usually after a nightmare. It was as if there had been a hand around your neck. But there wasn’t because you were as alone as anyone could possibly be.

You didn’t mind it anymore. Hell, it was the only thing that you still had left of Steve. You burned everything else and not even that made you feel better. This was all much to Bucky’s dismay.

You would never tell a soul that you couldn’t part with his sketchbooks, that you had them hidden in a box underneath your bed. It was no one’s right to know. This pain was your own, the only thing you still had possession of.

You hadn’t been touched in his absence, even by yourself. It reminded you of all those times he would kiss along your skin and sing praises to your beauty. Sometimes, you wished you were ugly. Sometimes, you wished you could just get so ugly that no one would even want to look at you.

But that was not the case. You were that beautiful, strong, and caring woman Steve had fallen in love with, so they claimed. You were their responsibility. Their project. They would get you through this if it was the last thing they did. Nat, Bucky, and Sam tried merely out of their loyalty to Steve. Tony followed that lead and that meant Peter tried as well as he could. Wanda, still consumed by her own lost love, attempted, but she was probably the only person who could see you for what you were.

Thrown out trash. Abandoned, sharp pieces that could and would cut anyone who tried to help. You hated all the rest of them for not seeing it. You hated all the rest of them because in their eyes, you were still Steve’s girl.

You no longer had a boyfriend, a family, or friends. He took all of that away from you. And one day, when you were so sick of having nothing to do but feel sorry for yourself, you decided that you were going to return that favor.

Steve Rogers deserved to be just as heartbroken and empty as you. It drove you crazy. He had been the one to pursue you. He had been the one to insist that you were his, even said you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

Talking Bruce into helping was laughably easy. You claimed to need closure. You claimed you just wanted to know that Steve was happy. You wanted to tell him you forgave him. Bruce hadn’t seen you look this happy in a long while so he did what anyone would and said yes.

You wanted to wait. Steve was always so sentimental, the anniversary of the day he met Peggy was probably a day of extreme affection in their house. He probably made her breakfast, bought her some piece of jewelry that she wouldn’t even like, and spent all day telling her how much he loved her. You wanted to crash the party.

Part of you wished there was another way to do this, but there just wasn’t. Killing Peggy was the only way to take anything from him, and you had these dark fantasies that he would then kill you in retaliation. What a beautiful way to go, you hoped he would strangle you. You hoped he would set you on his lap one final time, wrap his hands around your neck, and stare into your eyes until you were gone.

Peggy was a great person, that much you felt bad about. But hadn’t Steve practically murdered you? And you were a great person before all of this. An eye for an eye. Did he think you were just going to disappear? No, he wasn’t going to get away with this any longer. He wasn’t going to get his happiness after he had ruined your whole life.

You wanted some years on them, you told Bruce ten years. Steve would be just shy of 50. You wondered what he’d look like. When he left, he had just started to get some gray hairs. You could remember that morning vividly. You wouldn’t have noticed if the sun hadn’t been shining in through the blinds perfectly onto his blonde hair. He blushed about 7 shades of red, but you promised him you didn’t mind. Because you loved him. He said he loved you back. Like an idiot, you believed him.

You arrived in his time with little care to how you looked. You weren’t here for anyone but him. You didn’t mind that everyone was staring at you oddly because instead of some huge, ugly dress, you were wearing black pants, a low-cut t-shirt, and a leather jacket.

You did need a weapon, however. Guns were cowardly. Poison could be fun. A knife, though. A knife would certainly get the point across. You tucked it into your boot and then you were on your way.

You found Peggy’s house easily. Bruce had made sure you knew where you were going and what to do if they had moved or anything like that. You’d known they would be in the same place. You’d known Steve would want to live in this domestic, pathetic lie.

There was a window that looked into the living room. It was mid-day, you figured Peggy was at work. What did Steve even do? Was there a specific activity he liked pairing with all the pure nothingness he was doing while his best friend suffered in Hydra’s hands?

You saw him sitting in a recliner in what you assumed was the living room. His hair was almost all gray, he’d cut it much shorter. Like how he used to have it, before everything with Tony and Bucky. Like how he had it when you met him. His beard was just as light and he had a few prominent wrinkles on his forehead and around his mouth. But that was as far as his aging went. His arms were still huge, his shoulders so broad, and you had the strongest feeling that that ass had held up.

You were about to go in, make your presence known when you realized he was reading a book. Your favorite book. He must have taken it with him because that looked distinctly like one of your many copies you hadn’t seen for quite some time.

You were furious, shaking and seeing red. No matter how hard you tried to breathe, you just couldn’t. You were going to cut Peggy’s heart about and show it to him. You were going to cover that ugly house with her blood. You were going to wreck him just as much as he wrecked you.

You watched Steve for three months and came to the harrowing conclusion that he was severely unhappy. Peggy would come home and they wouldn’t speak. They would sit down for dinner and say maybe five sentences to one another. They went to bed together, sometimes they had sex. You never stuck around for that because not only was that a major violation of her privacy, but damn, they were fucking boring.

When she woke up in the morning, he wouldn’t get up until she was gone. Then he would go for his run, you followed a couple of times as best you could to see if there was a piece of this puzzle you were missing. When he returned home, he would read or watch television, he went for a second run a few hours later, and returned home to do absolutely nothing but await her return.

Should this have made you happy? It didn’t. He would rather be unhappy with her than happy with you. But that was for one reason: his pride. He didn’t want to crawl back to you and admit that he made a mistake.

Your goals changed. You wanted to make him admit it. Not with words, he would never do that. But Steve was a faithful man. If you got him to stray, it would be indisputable.

You waited one morning until he was out on his run, then snuck into the house. You went through their kitchen, sometimes you moved things just to be a bitch. You went through their bedroom and discovered that Peggy had a terrible contraption that had the audacity to call itself a sex toy. That would be nice to throw in Steve’s face.

You tossed it onto the bed and got undressed as you made your way to the shower. Steve wouldn’t be gone much longer. And he would know something was very wrong when he saw your clothes.

You washed your hair, used Peggy’s soap, and only had to wait a couple of minutes after that. You heard him call out her name a few times. But then he got to the bedroom and you heard his steps hesitating.

“Peggy?”

He wouldn’t say your name, not ever. Because he could be wrong, he could be delusional. And to admit that he was still thinking about you after all this time, that was his idea of a loss.

You didn’t grab a towel as you pulled the shower curtain back and shut off the water. Dripping wet, you carefully padded across the tile floor and then out to the bedroom.

His eyes widened and he dropped to his knees. “What...what are you doing here?”

You shrugged, glancing around. “Thought I deserved a vacation.”

“Y/N, I am so—”

“Pathetic? Weak? Yeah, don’t worry, I know.” You moved closer to him, eyeing him pitifully. You were glad that you hadn’t crumbled. Months ago, you would have given anything just to hear his voice, just to see his fucking eyes. God, you hated him now.

“You’re angry, I understand.”

“Angry?” you scoffed. “Add dumb to the list.”

“I’m sorry that I hurt you—”

“You didn’t hurt me, you piece of shit. You destroyed me, you ruined my life. For all intents and purposes, you killed me. And I’m here to get my revenge.”

His eyebrows pulled together. “Revenge?”

You reached out to touch his face, trailed your fingers along his bottom lip. “Yeah, payback. I’m going to make sure I make you feel what you made me feel.”

He glared up at you. “Are you threatening me?”

“Yes.”

He finally stood, towering over you.

“Mmm, how I’ve missed this body.” You pressed yourself against him and as much as he acted like he didn’t like it, he never pulled away or tried to push you back. You were getting him wet and his shirt was starting to cling to his abs. You let your hands wander for a moment before they dropped down to his pants.

“Stop,” he said quietly.

And you did because you were never going to allow him to lie. Your turned up to him and stepped back.

He looked torn apart, confused. “Why are you here?”

You shrugged. “Why not?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Well, it’s all you’re getting. You don’t need any other answer.”

“So, what’s the plan? How are you going to get your revenge?”

“I know you, Steve, I know that you believe in being a good and faithful man. I just want you to fuck me. That’s all.”

“Well, you know that’s not going to happen. You know I would never—”

“Cheat? So, then you’ve never fucked Peggy?”

“What?”

“You never left me, you never told me we were done. You, like the coward you are, just didn’t come back. Every time you’ve been with her is a lie, a cheat. You are a cheater.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?! You keep acting like there was just one thing! There were a million things, Steve. You ruined everything that we were building. And you can apologize all you want, but until I return at least half of it, I’m stuck here with you.”

“I won’t fuck you.”

“Yet,” you pointed out. “Well, I should be going.”

He grabbed your arm. “Go home.”

“I am home, baby. You’re here and you’re my home.”

He frowned.

You yanked yourself out of his hold, bending over to grab your clothing all over the room. He wasn’t going to fuck you but that did not mean he wasn’t going to look at you. So, you gave him quite the show, just like you had in the past upon his request.

You disappeared into the bathroom as if it was so natural, as if it was your own. He made no moves to follow and said nothing. As you dried yourself off, you decided now was as good a time as any. “See that terrible thing on your bed?”

You heard him step a few times, then nothing.

You scoffed. “Maybe it has to do with your age.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Still. Pretty creepy you came back to a much younger Peggy.”

“I came back to the one I left.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself.” You sauntered out and sent him one last smile before exiting the bedroom.

Peggy and Steve had a fight, so Peggy ducked out to some small diner. If you couldn’t get to him, you decided you were going to get to her. Peggy was sweet from the second you began speaking to her, feigning concern for her situation.

The first night you guys went out together, you wanted her to talk shit about Steve. She didn’t, she just got drunk and tried to get you much the same. You were taking her home because you truly were fearful of what would become of her without your help. And she kissed you. At first, you were startled, you pulled away out of fear and shock. She wasn’t Steve. In all your life since you’d met him, you never thought someone else was going to kiss you.

But then she looked terrified. Had she been reading you wrong? Had she messed everything up? Nah, you were adaptable. You kissed her back, explained you’d been hurt by some loser and it had been a while. She understood, or said she did, and then she was disappearing inside.

You were left wondering if Steve heard you, but not many lights in the house were on. He probably wasn’t home. Confirmed by your unlocked hotel door when you returned home just a couple of hours before sunrise.

Knowing it was him didn’t mean you weren’t going to pull your gun as you entered. He was sitting in one of the chairs at the tiny table near the tiny kitchen.

He arched an eyebrow. “That necessary?”

“I should have shot you the second I got here.” But you still tossed it onto the bed. “You know...this paints quite a scene, doesn’t it? You’re here, angry at me for being out late.” You let your purse fall to the floor, then your hideous cardigan. You had only shown up with one outfit, so shopping was necessary to keep up appearances. You didn’t know a lot about the 40s, but you didn’t want them to start burning women at the stake again because of you.

You made your way to him, straddling his lap as you took his face in your hands. “Are you upset that I broke curfew, daddy?”

He didn’t even bat an eye, but you knew that would get to him. “Where were you?”

“Out with your future wife.” One of many kickers, they had yet to get married. Peggy said it was because she wanted to wait. “Thought she would be willing to talk shit about you...thought it would make me feel better.”

“And? Did she give you anything you can use against me in the future?”

“Nah. She didn’t want to talk about you at all.”

He glared. “When are you going home?”

She shrugged. “Whenever I feel like it.” Your eyes moved over his face as you felt the deeply etched lines on his skin. “You don’t look 50 but I never thought... You remember when I found your gray hair?”

“Yeah... Thought you would leave me...that you’d want someone your age.”

“I like you like this, you know. Twice my age.”

“Have there been others?”

And just like that, the end of your friendly conversation. You pulled your hands away from him but stayed on top of him. “Others?”

“People...men you’ve let close.”

You scoffed. “Why would I do that?”

“I wanted...I thought you would move on.”

“People lie,” you pointed out. “You told me you loved me every day and then you just left. I can’t adequately explain to you how tired I am. I can’t do it again, I can’t even let myself try. I can’t get close to people the way I was close to you. I can’t move on. I can’t love someone else. I can’t do anything but hate you as much as I loved you.”

“I wasn’t lying—”

“You left. If you loved me as much as you said you did, you wouldn’t have been able to.”

“I do love you—”

You immediately pulled off him, rushing to get your feet back on the floor. No, no fucking way, he was not going to lie to you again. He was simply not allowed to anymore. You would not tolerate it.

“Y/N—”

“Get out of my hotel!” You pointed to the door. “Now, Steve, or I swear I will shoot you.”

He scoffed. “For what? Loving you?”

“You piece of shit.” You didn’t wait for him to say anything else. You stormed to the bathroom and locked the door before he could intrude yet again.

He knew you wouldn’t come back out, not while he was still there. All he could do was leave. For safe measure, he at least unloaded your gun and set it on the bedside table. Maybe if you had to find it and load again, you would lose some of your anger and not ended up taking a shot at him.

How dare he? He had no right to say that to you, no right to use that word. It meant nothing coming from him because there was the implied ‘but’ along with it. Before, he just loved you. Period. Now? He loved you. But what? He loved Peggy more? He loved this time more?

You thought you had been angry before. Even though the time you were spending with Peggy was diffusing that somewhat. Still, you never lost sight of what you wanted. Needed. The idea of Steve’s heartbreak was the only thing that could get you up in the morning.

He threw you off for a few days. Every time you tried to leave the hotel room just to do something a tad evil, you would end up in bed crying. Steve thankfully didn’t try to come back, you hated the thought of him seeing you like this, letting him know that he could still do this to you.

Peggy called. You gave her the number, just in case, and she used it to express her concern for you. It wasn’t like you not to want to hang out or to just be around and bump into her “randomly”. She invited you out for breakfast the first day, then lunch the next. You said you weren’t feeling well.

An excuse she stopped taking the third night. She wanted to go dancing with you, all while her asshole boyfriend stayed at home. How could you say no? You shouldn’t, this was the entire reason you were here.

You would kill her tonight. This time was a drag and you wanted to get home. To a place where you could wear pants or a t-shirt. A place where there weren’t so many preppy men in pastels or college sweaters.

Peggy picked you up, she wouldn’t stop staring. Had it been any other day, you might have even questioned why. But you weren’t going to enjoy this as much as you thought you would. It sucked, and honestly, it made you hate Steve even more. He was your downfall, he was also her downfall, but at least he would soon be utterly alone.

It had been hours. You were just trying to dance and let the music fill your mind, but this music was shit. If you had to hear one more man sing about wanting to hold a woman’s hand… Truly, you missed the filth of your time.

Peggy was the one that wanted to leave. Peggy was the one that wanted to walk away from all the noise of the city. Peggy was the one that took you to some sleazy motel, where she gave you the briefest of looks when she’d stopped you both on the sidewalk. She was also the one that kissed you when you didn’t say anything because what did you have to actually say?

Nothing. Not one thing. You had no idea how this plan had spiraled so terribly. You were meant to come here, kill her, throw it in Steve’s face, then bolt back home like none of it ever happened.

But you couldn’t kill her, not anymore, not after seeing what a miserable life she had with Steve. You hoped she would leave him, and not just to hurt him, but to help herself. You remembered the life she had in your world, the one she had created with your husband. It was so much better than the hell she was living in here.

So, you let her take you to a room. You let her kiss you, you let her tear your dress off, push you onto the bed, and crawl on top of you. Her lips moved everywhere over your legs, arms, and stomach, and they felt like fire because they belonged to someone who wasn’t Steve.

You hated how guilty you felt. You hated that your mind was seriously considering this a betrayal, cheating. But you were trying to be kinder to yourself. It wasn’t your fault that you had fallen so hard for someone and that you had made plans because someone had promised you forever.

She knew you were thinking about him. Not Steve, of course, but the someone you had once mentioned. She didn’t mind, she just promised she would try to make you forget. You forced yourself to be present, you turned off your mind when you could. She didn’t ask a lot of you, in reality.

She wanted to be on top, she wanted you to say her name and wouldn’t let you come until you asked nicely. It was probably around the third orgasm that you stopped feeling so awful, that all of those familiar sensations weren’t triggering memories and bitter resentment. That was what she gave you with her mouth alone and didn’t move until it was evident that your thoughts had simply melted away.

When she crawled back up to kiss you, she buried her fingers inside you. At that point, who the hell even was Steve Rogers? A distant, dull pain. Peggy was here, on top of you, biting your lip, telling you to come one more time, because she knew you had it in you.

She told you that you were beautiful, that she’d never seen a body like yours. She told you that you made her feel things Steve couldn’t, that you were fun and warm and kind, and she loved spending time with you.

You were covered in sweat, your skin painted with her lipstick and bites and other marks she left all over your skin. She hadn’t come yet and refused any offers you made her, she claimed she just wanted to focus on you for a moment.

When she finally pressed her soaking center against yours, you were in an odd amount of pain. You longed for something, so much, but you had no idea what. She pulled your hair, began kissing your neck, and rolled her hips hard. You pulled her hair back, pressed your hips up when she pressed down, whimpered her name, and told her she felt so good. It was when she started fucking you harder and faster, and you were getting really close once again, that you got the sick idea to rake your nails down her back. Hard enough to leave marks.

After her finish, she collapsed onto her side next to you. The way she looked at you was kind of scary, like you were worth a lot more than you knew you were. She also looked satisfied and you hadn’t seen that look since you’d shown up. And what a fucking crime that was. Yes, Steve was a dick, but fuck, that man could seriously fuck. Why was he denying her that?

You shoved her onto her back and sat on her face because you didn’t want to be thinking about him. She kept you there until you were shaking and so fuzzy you couldn’t even sit up on your own. A tad haphazardly, you insisted on getting your mouth on her. After some convincing on your part and a few pitying laughs from her as you nearly fell over the edge of the mattress because you were still dizzy, your tongue was sliding against her skin and her hands were locked in your hair.

She needed to get home, back to her boyfriend before he started to worry. You stuck around for a bit, reluctant to return to your apartment. Maybe this was it, maybe this was all you needed. Maybe it was just time to fucking go home.

You truly worried about all of the Bucky lectures you were going to get, all of those Natasha looks, those small ‘tsk’ sounds when Thor was not only upset but disappointed in you, the judgmental eyebrows Tony would be sending your way, and those puppy dog eyes from Peter. Goodness, you were sure Peter missed you. Bruce would never trust you again, no surprise there, you had lied to him. You hadn’t thought about the consequences of your actions when you first did this. You hated, at the time, that you didn’t care if you hurt anyone.

Game over. You weren’t going home not without having scored some points, but to win, you would just end up losing more. More, you now understood that you had taken all of it for granted. Yes, your friends were constant reminders of Steve and they had been acting like you were some mission they needed to complete, but at least they loved you. That was more than a lot of people had and you would let them know about all these epiphanies if they didn’t kill you as soon as you returned.

When you made it back to your apartment, it was only to get the necklace Wanda had given you a few years back for your birthday. It was this huge stone you never remembered the name of, something you rarely took off regardless of that.

The last thing you expected was to find Steve. He looked furious and maybe, just maybe, you were going to get the satisfaction of seeing that you hurt him before you left. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He was at the table again, jaw set, glaring at the wall straight ahead of him. You were trying to think if you’d ever seen him this angry, if you’d ever even heard stories of it. Probably not. He liked to act like you were so damn delicate. Though, maybe he had been onto something.

“Hey,” you snapped after receiving no response, “Why the fuck are you in my hotel room?”

Finally, he turned to you and for the first time ever, you were scared of him.

You kept your distance, you even began moving toward your bedside table where you had your gun stashed.

“I hope you’re not looking for this.” He reached down for a moment then tossed it onto the table noisily.

Shit. “Steve…”

“You fucked her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He stood quickly, storming over to you. For a moment, you had been stunned, and it was enough for him to get several upper hands. It wasn’t as if he needed them to begin with, but with your delayed scattering back, he was able to grab you and pin you to the wall. You were completely defenseless in stupid, impractical heels and an ugly, impractical dress.

“Tell me you didn’t fuck her.”

You said nothing.

He scoffed harshly. “I fucking smelled you all over her…and now I smell her on you. You left those scratches on her back because you wanted me to know.”

“Honestly, I thought I would be gone by the time you found out or by the time you decided to confront me. In fact, if you leave now, I’ll be gone and you’ll never have to see me again.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“What? Isn’t that what you wanted?”

He didn’t say anything, instead, he grabbed the neckline of your dress and tore it open. He paid no mind to your startled shoving at his chest. His eyes moved over your skin quickly, you could tell he was getting angrier with every bruise he found.

You were going to play this off, bat away at his feelings just long enough for you to escape. “Steve, I—”

He grabbed your jaw and you immediately shut up. “Go take a shower.”

Your eyebrows pulled together.

“Now.”

“No, you fucking—”

“You can do it on your own or I can do it for you. But to be clear, I will not ask again, and I’m gonna count to ten before I really lose my patience. One, two, three—”

“Steve,” you tried softly. He was still holding you there, so tight that the idea of moving was laughable.

“Four, five—”

“Steve,” you were a tad more frantic, pushing at his forearm.

“Six, seven.” He finally pulled away from you and you bolted to the bathroom without a second thought. He told you to leave the door open and you listened because you no longer had the desire to push him.

You came out in a towel several minutes later. Most of your shower was spent just trying to calm down, the rest was using any product you had to try to get rid of her scent. You didn’t want to risk further angering him with any lingering mentions of Peggy.

He was just feet away from the door when you stepped out and once again, he showed no hesitation in ripping away what covered your body. He looked you over again, briefer this time, obviously displeased with what he saw. He’d hoped most of it was just the lipstick Peggy always wore.

“Are you wet?”

“What?”

“Your pussy. Are you wet?” He was condescendingly slow with every single word and your hand suddenly itched with the need to smack him.

“No.”

“Well, you’re a liar, so I don’t believe you,” he countered. “Check.”

“What?”

“Check,” he repeated. “Now. And if I have to keep repeating myself, you’re not going to like the way this night plays out.”

You averted your gaze as you brought your hand to your center. Your breath caught audibly as you ran your fingers through. Yes, he was an ass, but your body would never stop craving his touch.

“Show me.”

Begrudgingly, you brought your hand back to him.

“Wow, how did I know you were lying? Touch yourself. Keep touching yourself until you come.”

You snorted. “Eww, no—”

He slammed his hand against the wall behind you and you fell silent again. “The same rules apply. Do it or I will do it for you.”

He had never spoken to you like this. Sure, there were the bad missions. There were the times when he just needed to fuck you to forget all the shit he had to deal with. But there was never a moment where you wondered if he would lose control, if he would hurt you unintentionally. Right now, maybe it wasn’t so much that you thought he would. You had known him long enough, loved him long enough, that you knew exactly what kind of man he was. Maybe, right now, it was that you wanted him to hurt you.

Nothing could be worse than when he left you. Nothing he did was going to hurt more than when you went back home and you were, once more, without him. Meaning that you wanted to take everything that you possibly could from this moment. All the pain, all the bruises, all those emotional scars that would add to the ones from before that you had idiotically convinced yourself you could ever get rid of.

He knew you were considering your next move and arched an eyebrow at your continuing silence.

You shook your head. “No.”

One of his hands shot up to wrap around your neck, the other hand went to your cunt where he slid two fingers into you with embarrassing ease.

You brought your hands up to his forearm and dug your nails into his skin. The harder you scratched him, the harder he would choke you—it was something established early on in your relationship. And if he was choking you, you couldn’t moan or whine like he wanted you to.

For a moment, you both stayed still. For an entire second, it wasn’t that he had left you, that you had to track him down, that you fucked his girlfriend and he was fucking furious about it. For a second, it was just you and him, like it was all the times before.

The problem was pride. It wasn’t like before and neither one of you wanted to let the other pretend. He hurt you. You hurt him. Before no longer mattered. So, you shut your eyes and turned your face away from him.

He thrust his fingers just slightly harder than you would have liked, slightly harder than he would have liked. It would sting in the morning, but you wouldn’t hate it. Crescent-shaped cuts would be found everywhere on his skin and he would mourn that they were healing too fast. Both of you knew that this was it. The end.

You were wet, that obscene sound drowning out your choked noises. He absolutely loved this, loved you. He had thought being with Peggy again would make him feel like he was finally home. It took him so long to figure out that he was wrong, to realize that you were one of the few people that actually felt like home. You and Bucky, Nat, Sam, Tony, Wanda, Thor. Not Peggy.

And he could no longer pretend when he felt you tighten around his fingers. He was fucked up and he ruined things a lot of the time. It was just in his DNA, even the fucking serum couldn’t fix that. But prior to leaving, he’d never ruined anything with you. He hadn’t realized how much he missed fucking you because he always did that right.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered.

Instead, you pushed harder at his arm and turned further away from him. Your hips started to buck against his hand, and he knew you wanted this, but he knew you were not going to give in without some fight.

“Open your fucking eyes, Y/N.”

You were not going to. After all the hell he’d put you through? Fuck that, fuck him. You were never going to give him anything he wanted ever again.

He yanked his hand away from your pussy and grabbed your jaw to turn your face to him. He knew that wouldn’t work alone and in a move of desperation, kissed you. A move to get you to let your guard down—a weak move that would not work. As his knee came up to your cunt and you began grinding against it, he started biting your lip.

You buried one hand in his hair and started pulling harder than you should have. He released your jaw to do the same to you. This was much different than how he usually touched you. He’d always been rough, but this hurt, actually hurt.

You rode his thigh with no assistance from him. He let your face go and dropped your hair in search of another tactic. You were no longer kissing, you instead rested your head on his shoulder, eyes still squeezed shut. Even when he grabbed your ass painfully, and when he smacked you after all you did was scream. Even when he grabbed your breasts and pulled on your nipples.

You kept your eyes shut the entire time and he was growing furious. He wasn’t going to let you feel anything even resembling pleasure if you weren’t going to give into him. He pulled away and grabbed your hips.

You opened your eyes then, concerned about what he was doing to you next. He grabbed your shoulder and shoved you onto the bed before you could say a word. You were on your stomach, facing away from him, busy lamenting the loss of your finish. You heard him undressing as you attempted to regain your breath and composure.

He was on top of you before that happened, yanking your legs open before he crawled up, hands stopping on either side of your head. He wasn’t going to tease, he was going to fuck you like the brat you were—hard, mean, unforgiving. He lowered his hips until his cock was lined up with your entrance and then thrust in.

Your scream must have scared the hell out of the neighbors. You wouldn’t be surprised if the cops were being called right then. It wasn’t a pleasurable scream, you certainly liked that he was inside you, but that was just your body. Your heart ached in a way that it never had. You’d thought you were never going to feel him again, but it wasn’t some beautiful feeling of reconnection. You were at square one, you would have to crave his body all over again once this was over. You would go through those same agonizing withdrawals that had truly destroyed you those first few months.

Steve grabbed your hair again and shoved your face into the mattress. He didn’t care about taking it slow, making sure that you, his precious, sweet girlfriend, were okay. He felt just as torn up as you and he couldn’t afford emotional consideration when he was so fucked up. He only knew what he wanted, for you to look at him like you used to. He would do whatever he had to do to get it. Part of him didn’t care how low he would have to go. He wasn’t Captain America here, he didn’t have to live up to the same standards.

You blindly reached back to try to catch his arm, but your attempts never even touched him. He didn’t seem to care about what you were attempting, he just fucked you. He held you down as his hips slammed against your ass and he moaned loudly, shamelessly, selfishly. You finally caught a hold of his arm and used the heel of your palm to push, but since you were out of breath and had been for quite some time, you doubted that there was any real force behind it.

“Can’t breathe, baby?” he wondered, hips still snapping, the head of his cock reaching that delicious spot inside you.

You dug your nails into his skin even though it was an uncomfortable stretch and your muscles were screaming. You were screaming, too, despite everything, despite the lack of strategy in that, but this felt too good not to. You hadn’t been fucked like this in so long, this was what you knew you would never get from someone else. This deep, soul-level connection was a one-time deal. No one else was ever going to be able to give you this.

“If I let you up, you better fucking look at me. I’m not kidding, Y/N. I’ll fucking hold you down again until I fucking come.”

Once his hand lifted from your head, you turned up and gasped for air. It was a short-lived relief as soon as his hand pressed into your neck and angled your head back. It wasn’t that you were scared, and you should have been because you wholeheartedly believed his threat, it was that you were happy to have an excuse to give in. He was stronger than you, right? No one could blame you for giving in, hell, you were just trying to save yourself. Right?

Your eyes met his and his hips stuttered. A ragged breath fell from his lips, you felt it on your hair. That hard look in his eyes softened, he looked a lot like that man that had promised you he would come back to you.

“I love you,” he breathed.

Your eyes instantly filled with tears and you clamped your mouth shut. Both hands were buried in the bedsheets because you needed something to hold, something to tear at, something to destroy to cope with the burning anger that was consuming you.

“I’m sorry, I love you.” His body moved erratically against yours, desperate for all the things he’d longed for since he’d left you. The two of you were sick together, desperate, twisted people that proved it in bed. Peggy wasn’t like that and he was drowning trying to act like he was normal, like he was that same man that she had been with what felt like centuries ago.

He collapsed, chin pressing into the bend of your neck, and you felt his cum spilling into you. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as he rode out his finish. He didn’t stop, however, now he wanted to get you off. He wanted to feel those same pathetic, proud things he experienced whenever he played your body like an instrument.

You didn’t resist, what would be the point? You fucking deserved an orgasm, at the very least. You were ashamed to admit that you wanted it, needed it. You hadn’t honestly felt alive since he left you, but this reminded you what that was like.

He groaned when he felt you tightening around him, his hand wedging between you and the mattress to get to your clit. When he did, it was over and you crashed like a wave against the shore, and you saw stars, and you felt all those things you felt when you were happily in love with a man you thought loved you back.

So, in conclusion, you felt lies.

If he thought he could fuck reality out of your mind, he was sadly mistaken. You were coming down when your hand started sliding across the mattress. Your gun was not the only precaution you took—you’d known Natasha for years and she would strangle you if that was your only form of protection.

He was kissing down your spine when you located your knife, and he had just started to speak when you turned back and just stabbed. You had a general awareness of where he was, you knew you weren’t going to kill him, and you didn’t want to. You just needed to get away, before he started talking, apologizing, making more promises.

You didn’t wait to see where you stabbed, you simply clawed away from him until you could jump from the bed. He cried out and you heard him grabbing for you, but you couldn’t stop for anything. On your bedstand was the necklace you had shown up for, you grabbed it, along with your long coat and then you were on your way out the door.

Running around completely naked in the 40s, clutching a trench coat you knew you weren’t going to leave without, shoeless, dripping sweat and cum—you’d never thought your beautiful life with Steve Rogers would take you here.

A Bucky Barnes lecture was the last thing you wanted, but it was the only thing you would be receiving for probably several months. Well, when he was done with his silent treatment. He was furious when you returned, he didn’t say a word to you. Everyone else had completely fawned over you. They hugged you, pet your hair, told you how proud they were that you came home.

Bucky just stared at you and when they all parted so he could speak to you, he simply stormed out of Bruce’s lab. But yes, Bruce was a tad betrayed, your expectation on that had been correct. You apologized profusely and brought him coffee every day, several times a day until he stopped looking at you like a kicked baby animal.

Tony was disappointed, but not to Bucky’s extent. He simply could not fathom the hold Steve had on you still, told you as much. You admitted that you were wrong, and well, with Tony, that was really all he needed. He wanted to be right and he wanted you to tell him that you learned your lesson. To the untrained eye, he would look like a narcissist. But you knew him better, you knew he was just scared of losing you. Again. He merely wanted to know that you were sticking around and that was what you conveyed when you told him you had made a mistake going in the first place. He dropped it, like it never happened.

Natasha didn’t let you out of her sight for almost two complete weeks. She watched you and you felt her watching you, but she wasn’t going to pry. She was angry, but she was still handling you with gloves on. She wasn’t going to push you emotionally no matter how badly she wanted to. She also wasn’t going to ask questions, scared that prying would move you further away. You told her you saw Steve and that you got what you needed, she nodded, and that was the end of it. She still watched you, but she was slyer about it. She made sure you were in your room when she woke up and went to bed, but she took up Tony’s pretending routine as well.

Wanda didn’t need to ask anything; she knew because she read your thoughts. She knew because she had been outraged that you left without a goodbye, so she felt entitled to those thoughts. Not because she needed to know what happened but because she needed to know if you were going to try anything else again. She stopped being mad at you one day when you were making Bruce coffee. You hadn’t heard her, you were there in the kitchen, stuck in your own thoughts. She hugged you tight, didn’t say a word, but just like that, it was over.

Almost everyone had gotten over it in record time. You knew you were an asshole and you apologized, and you meant it, but even if you hadn’t, it wasn’t like they were ever going to hold it against you. Sometimes, knowing that, it made you feel worse because these people loved you and just like Steve had done to you, you hurt them. In the exact same way. You left.

Sam was in a much more difficult position. He felt a duty to you as one of Steve’s closest friends, but he also felt for Bucky. You’d really hurt Bucky and Sam could forgive you for being reckless, psychotic almost, even selfish. But the look on Bucky’s face when they discovered that you were gone was a hard thing to shake.

He stopped ignoring you after a couple of days, but the conversations were short, shallow. He didn’t ask about your time there and he didn’t ask about your feelings after. It was all small talk and polite conversation, it seemed like you barely knew each other at all. But sometimes, you would catch him watching you, like he was looking for signs of something that he couldn’t ask you. He wanted to know if you were still torn up by this Steve thing.

You were. You cried a lot, as if it happened all over again. Technically, in a way, it did. But you didn’t show them that, it was no longer their burden to bear. You had caused them pain when they tried to take yours away. You waited until you were alone or out of the tower, you cried quietly and quickly. You did not allow yourself those days where you would just hole up in your room. You were always awake early, asleep late, and you took care of yourself because you owed them all at least that.

You knew when Bucky was less angry, but you weren’t going to approach him. You were totally fine just waiting for him to let you know when he wanted to speak to you, which was one random morning after you’d finished sparring with Nat.

He was waiting outside the gym, muttered that he wanted to speak to you, and even Natasha had the good sense to get lost. It wasn’t going to be pretty, that much was clear. It was in his tone, his eyes, his tense posture.

He took you back to your room and ordered you to sit on the foot of your bed. He paced for a long time and you didn’t say a word or make a sound. When he finally looked at you, you seriously worried he might kill you. He was angry all over again, had worked himself up with his thoughts but you weren’t sure why entirely.

“Did you see him?”

You nodded.

“You talked to him.”

“About…everything? Um, no, not really.” There hadn’t been that conversation. Any attempts on Steve’s part were expertly diverted by you, with all your ill intentions and knowledge of how to get under Steve’s skin.

He nodded curtly. “So, this was for nothing then? You put me through all of this shit for nothing?”

“Bucky, I’m really so—”

He was storming out of the room before you finished your sentence.

You didn’t see him for two days, and when you did, it was clear again, you would be getting more silence. You told yourself you couldn’t be that hurt. You’d hurt him first, that meant he had the right to express his feelings even if that resulted in him not speaking to you.

Several days later, Bucky dropped his Winter Solider persona and became a worried, bitter mother hen. You were sick, it wasn’t something that you thought was a big deal. He’d come to speak to you again and with his enhanced hearing, heard you puking in the bathroom.

When you were done, he forced you back into bed and got Bruce. Bruce did the usual, it wasn’t as if anyone was worried, he was just too scared not to indulge Bucky. Speaking of, he was off in the corner of the room, claiming that you’d probably gotten some kind of time-traveling bug. He was being dramatic, and you became aware of what exactly had drawn him and Steve together all those years ago. Extra bitches.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Bruce assured. “Her temperature is fine.”

“Take her blood, test it for time-traveling bugs.”

You rolled your eyes, and because Bruce had heard of the Winter Soldier, he did as was directed. Even though you were pretty sure that Bucky wasn’t serious. Not completely. Once Bruce had the excuse of focusing on your blood, that left you and Bucky alone.

“Why did you even go?”

This was not going to go over well. “Um…I had a plan…”

“A plan,” he repeated. “To do what?”

“I was sort of…kind of, just a little bit, going to kill Peggy.”

His mouth dropped.

You rolled your eyes. “I know that was stupid—”

“You’re insane!”

You glared. “Bucky.”

“You didn’t do it, right?!”

“No,” you huffed. “I should have, would have been putting her out of her misery. He’s such a fucking tool.”

He dragged his hand down his face, holding his jaw as he leaned over in his chair and pressed his elbows to the tops of his thighs. He was silent for a very long time before saying, “Yeah…he is. Did he hurt you?”

The bruises had been painfully obvious, there was no way to hide them, and you knew they could all guess what they came from. You felt your skin getting hot as you shook your head. “No. He wouldn’t do that, Bucky.”

He scoffed. “I thought that…but he did leave you and I never thought he could do that.”

“He’s…not different,” you claimed. “Just…”

“A fucking tool.” He nodded. “I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“No, I’m really sorry, Bucky. I’m not just sorry for leaving and upsetting you. I’m sorry for everything, I’m sorry that you wasted months trying to make me feel better and then I just left. I’m sorry that I took you guys for granted, I’m sorry that I didn’t know how fortunate I was to have people who love me as much as you guys do. I know I betrayed your trust so it’s not going to mean much, but I will never do anything like that again.”

His eyes flit up from the floor to your face. “I do love you. So fucking much. You’re my only connection to him. And you left and I didn’t have that, I didn’t have you and I didn’t have him, and I was just…lost.”

You felt those familiar pricks in the back of your eyes, but you told yourself not to cry, you didn’t have the right. But just as soon as his eyes filled with tears, you couldn’t hold back your own anymore. He practically flung himself off the chair to rush to you, arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders.

You weren’t sure how long you both stayed there, just clinging to each other. This felt like the end of all the tension, though. This felt like a fresh start and you and Bucky were just going to have to move on without Steve. You pondered that for a while. You would have to try to find him a girlfriend or a boyfriend so he wouldn’t try to find you someone. It was going to be a little give and take, probably a major power-struggle every now and then, but it was going to be good.

The only reason you two pulled away was because both a frantic Bruce and Natasha ran into the room. They’d made all the noise two people could possibly make as they did so, crashing into each other because the doorway wasn’t big enough for the both of them.

They were wide-eyed, out of breath, both looking like they had just seen a ghost. But a much different ghost since they both regarded one another with a look of confusion.

“What is it?” Bucky demanded. “Wait, she doesn’t really have a time-traveling bug, does she?”

“Oh!” Bruce scoffed awkwardly, “I’d say so!”

You narrowed your eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”

“That can wait!” Natasha declared.

“No, it certainly cannot!” Bruce insisted.

These were two people who were normally soft-spoken, not because they were meek or soft in any general sense—hello, Black Widow and the Hulk—but in that they didn’t like drawing so much attention to themselves.

As they both started hissing arguments back at each other, Bucky sighed.

You glanced at him and he shrugged at you in response. Things were all better one second, but the very next, the world was ending.

Both Bruce and Natasha turned back to you with resolute looks on their faces. Natasha only spoke loudly this time because she was hoping to yell over Bruce, “Steve is back!” And Bruce yelled in a completely indelicate manner because he was shocked, horrified, extremely concerned, “You’re pregnant!”

Oh, shit.

Natasha and Bruce took a second to process what the other said and then gasped, turning to one another to share a look. They faced you again and decided to repeat the news only, Bruce screamed about Steve being back and Natasha more so framed it as a shrieking question you’re pregnant?!

You glanced at Bucky.

His jaw was set, his eyes narrowed just slightly. He merely nodded once then stood, throwing his hands up in the air. “Well, I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

Yep, the world was most certainly ending.

#steve rogers x reader #why write what you requested when i can just be a moody water sign and write angst?#i don't even remember when i wrote this and i barely edited it honestly bc i'm just kinda over it #i wouldn't have even posted it bc it's been THAT long but i spent time on this so #my writing

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male!Reader

Summary: You always loved to tease Steve Rogers, always messing around with him and just having fun. Little did you know, he was going to pay you back for all of the embarrassment in full.

A/N: Ok so I haven’t written in a little over two months so I am soooo nervous to be posting this. This is also my first fic for the Marvel fandom and for Steve Rogers, I really hope you guys don’t think I’ve gotten senile haha. This was written for @anaelsbrunette “YAS’S 20TH BIRTHDAY BASH.” As always, I hope you enjoy!

This story was beta’d by the lovely @crashdevlin huge shoutout to her for her help. You guys should really go check out her amazing works!! ❤️

Warnings: Smut, NSFW 18+, Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Spanking, Fingering, Rimming, Oral Receiving (Male), Rough Sex, Anal, Exhibitionism, Degradation? Praise? um... fluff? Once again, probably a few others that I’m missing.

Word Count: 4,692

If someone had told you that you were going to be working with the Avengers to fight evil a month ago, you would have laughed in their face.

Now, as you quite literally stand next to your fellow Avengers fighting one of the last remaining Hydra bases, you can’t help but smile at how you could think about that at this moment.

“Y/N! Get your head in the game! Hawkeye needs backup!” a voice rang out in your earpiece.

“I’m all in, Cap, maybe if you would stop staring at my ass you would have realized that you’re the distracted one here,” you responded with wit.

An eruption of laughter was echoing in your comm link, a disgruntled groan coming from Steve.

“On my way to you, Eagle,” you spoke up, wanting to get back on track for the mission.

After the breakout of the terrigen crystals, you were one of the first Inhumans to come into contact with it. You remember how you were taking something as innocent as fish oil when you started to feel like your skin was shedding. It was like a drug, booming throughout your system, making your internal compass go haywire as a black substance swirled around your body. Next thing you saw was darkness, a cocoon of it. You tried to move but you were incapable of such an action, frozen in place as you feared the worst. Eventually, you could feel your body begin to revive, as if new blood was coursing through your system, making you stronger. By the time the strange substance had broken into pieces off of your body, you didn’t know how long you were in there for, but it felt... right. It was as if a forgotten piece of yourself was finally found, you felt whole. Little did you know that your Inhuman DNA was then unlocked.

“I wasn’t looking at your... behind,” you heard Steve say, raising another laugh from both you and the others.

“Whatever makes you feel more like a gentleman,” you quipped.

Ever since you had joined the Avengers, hell, even before then, you always had the biggest crush on Steve. Seeing him on TV saving the world with that million dollar smile, you were swooning every time. Now that you’ve had the chance to fight alongside him, your attraction ran even deeper. Getting to know him, seeing him fight to protect humanity, who wouldn’t find that ridiculously attractive?

You glanced over at him on the battlefield, seeing him expertly take out four Hydra soldiers in six seconds flat. He was a bit ahead of you so you only managed to see his backside... no wonder they call that ‘America’s Ass’.

You decided that was enough looking and got back to the fight, giving Hawkeye an assist as you took out three of the soldiers that were attempting to flank him. Suddenly, Thor flashed past you at light speed and sent tingling electricity throughout your body, crashing straight into a pillbox and taking out a gunner.

“Damn it, Thor. Keep your electricity away from me!” you shouted into the earpiece, your legs feeling weak.

You could hear him chuckle even though he tried to hide it, “My apologies, Sir Y/N.”

You could have sworn he did it on purpose.

After going through terrigenesis, you had no idea what had happened to you. You knew you felt different, but other than that, you were mostly spooked. Instead of trying to find answers to what had happened to you, you had ignored it, not wanting to become a guinea pig at some military black site. But eventually, you couldn’t run from it any further. Whenever you had gotten anxious, or when any of your emotions were heightened, everything around you began to shake and vibrate. It was like you could hear everything around you, and when you focused on one sound, it would become elevated, so high that it began to violently shake. After you nearly caused an earthquake in your hometown, you knew you wouldn’t be safe any longer, you knew someone was going to come for you. So you went on the run, never staying in one place for too long, always on the move. You tried to learn how to control your powers over the few weeks that you were running, actually managing to damn near master it. You knew that you had the ability to tab into the vibrations of the objects around you. After some Google searches, you found out that everything vibrates on its own unique frequency, the plants, the trees, even your cell phone. And once you focused and tapped into those frequencies, you realized that you could control the amount of vibrational frequency coming off of it. It was like a cooler version of telekinesis, you practiced and practiced, being able to move objects around without even touching them. Then after about two weeks, you knew that you had more potential than you realized.

“Stark, get that shield down, now!” Steve belted into your comm, the sound of blasters firing and fighting all around him.

“Relax Cap, just keep staring at Y/N’s ass, I’ll take care of it,” Tony responded.

You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips, “Oh god, what did I start?”

“Something you’re going to regret,” Steve chimed in.

You heard a huge blast and looked up to see the shield surrounding the building had been disabled, or more... destroyed.

“Good work, Tony. Let’s clean it up,” Nat chirped.

Looking ahead, you saw about a dozen or so men with their backs against the trees in front of you. Chuckling to yourself, you thrusted out your arms and focused your power into them, building it up into a large shockwave that rippled throughout the forest in front of you, ripping the trees in half with the force behind them and taking out the remaining men.

“Damn, Y/N! You’ve been holding out on us, boy!” Tony remarked as he flew overhead.

You smirked, satisfied with your work as you turned towards Steve’s direction to see his reaction. The second your eyes found his, they were staring right at you, his body still and his breathing heavy, most likely exhaustion from the fight. Instead of finding shock on his face, it was more of pride, and something... darker.

Once you found out that you were able to tap into frequencies and vibrations, you realized that it could be applied to more than just other objects. Your body was also giving off vibrations, and if you focused on it, you could increase it and send it out in a form of a shockwave. And after finally learning that skill, the government had finally caught up to you. You had mastered your ability so you had no trouble fighting them off, being careful to not severely harm anyone in the process since you didn’t want to be a murderous criminal either. Once you dispatched them, your name was finally known by anyone with power, and eventually, Nick Fury had found you. He said that you had power that you could use for good, to help people. And once he offered you a spot on the Avengers, you were too starstruck to say no.

You couldn’t quite guess what was running through his mind for you had to help rush the base with the others.

“Smash!” you heard Hulk belt out as he jumped hundreds of feet into the air and crashed right into the side of the base.

“So much for finesse,” Hawkeye grumbled.

“It’s the Hulk, what else do you expect?” you smiled, running into the building yourself.

After about another twenty minutes, the entire building was cleared out and your mission was deemed a success.

“Alright, good work everyone, let’s get back to the quinjet,” Cap announced, everyone making their way back to the plane.

On the way there, you were ahead of Tony and Steve and you could hear Tony through your earpiece, “Is there any particular reason that we’re walking behind Y/N, Cap?”

Everyone once again broke out into a fit of laughter, Steve’s face turning bright red, “I’m not looking at Y/N’s ass alright?!”

His sudden outburst shocked us a bit but Tony was waiting for that, “Did-did you just... curse?” he feigned being shocked, his mouth agape with a hand over his heart.

“I never would have thought such profanities would ever come out of the Captain’s mouth,” Thor chuckled as he slapped Steve’s shoulder while walking by.

The god then walked up to you and threw his arm around your shoulder, “Although Y/N does have a mighty fine physique, I have to commend him on his power. Your performance was divine enough to be sung about in the taverns of Asgard.”

You blushed immensely, let alone his thick and huge arm was resting around your shoulders, he even complimented you, twice. Thor was always attractive to you, he’s a damn god for crying out loud! Although, as much as you wanted to see him naked and even go further than that, Steve had stolen your heart... along with another thing of yours. By now, both Steve and Tony caught up to you, Nat and Hawkeye walking with Bruce up ahead. The second you turned your head to look at them, they could see the bright red color on your face, and while Tony was trying to hide a grin, Steve looked absolutely infuriated. You were struck by the anger simmering in his eyes that you looked away, a little bit too fast, for you could still catch the hint of the smirk Thor had on his face.

“Yeah, what the hell was that, kid? I’ve never seen you do anything like that,” Tony questioned.

You blushed a bit more and chuckled nervously, “Just another trick up my sleeve, didn’t really have to use it before now.”

Steve still looked a bit pissed, but a bit of admiration was also found in his expression, warming your heart. To be able to receive praise from the man or woman of your dreams is something that everyone wants, and even though he never really verbally told you, you could tell he was proud. With a bit more banter and laughter from everyone, you got on the quinjet and headed back to the Avengers compound.

The flight wasn’t too long, maybe about an hour or so. The entire time, everyone couldn’t get enough of both Steve cursing and the joke that he was looking at your ass. You swore, he looked like he was about to throw everyone out of the airlock, his face red with embarrassment. Once you had gotten off of the quinjet, everyone headed back to their rooms to take their showers, everyone caked with either blood or mud. You glanced over at Steve before he turned the corner to his room, his handsome face bloodied and dirty, and couldn’t help the tightening in your pants. How the hell was he always so goddamn pretty?!

When you got to your room, you tossed your bag into the corner and began to undress. Your clothes were sticking to your body with all the sweat and grime and you felt incredibly uncomfortable. Turning on the water, you took a moment to let it get warm, looking at yourself in the mirror. You traced every bruise and scar that you had, counting all of them like the stars at night. You couldn’t help the grimace on your face as you looked at yourself. Compared to the other guys on the team, you were probably the least physically defined. Sure, you had muscle, but it wasn’t anything special, not watermelons for biceps like the others. It made you a bit self-conscious; would Steve really get with someone like me when there are so many better options? You shook those thoughts from your mind, getting into the warm shower with the steam rising around you. It felt amazing, the warm water was relaxing the tense muscles you had and was washing away the evidence of your previous battle. You sat under the spray for a while, letting yourself relax and just letting the warm water cascade over you.

Eventually, you decided that it was enough, pushing the electronic button in the shower, it turned off and you opened the door, drying yourself off and wrapping the towel around your waist. You turned on the blowdryer and dried your hair, styling it in the way you always do then walking out of the bathroom, the steam crawling across the floor into the bedroom. Walking over to your closet, you picked out your clothes, underwear, socks, a pair of comfortable joggers, and a loose short sleeve shirt. After getting dressed and applying your cologne, you opened the door to your room, planning to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, only to be met with Steve’s chest.

You staggered backwards a bit and looked up at him, “S-sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

He looked incredible, smelled amazing too. He was clean from his shower and his scent was intoxicating, making your muscles relax and your mind to go a bit hazy. He had no answer to your apology, simply looking into your eyes with a strained look on his face. You were about to ask what was wrong before his lip curled and he reached out and grabbed you with both of his hands, digging into your shirt.

“Steve, wha-” you were cut off by his lightning fast motion of turning around and thrusting you into the glass pane in the hallway.

“You think it’s funny to embarrass and tease me in front of everyone, hm?” he asked angrily, his face inches away from yours, his warm breath spreading across your cheeks.

Your heart was racing and your mind was moving a million miles an hour, “T-tease you? Steve w-what are you talking about?”

“You know damn well!” he shouted, thrusting you back against the wall again, this time his leg slipping in between your thighs.

Shit.

A small whine came from your lips.

He looked down to see your erection poking against him, his knee rubbing it frivolously when he had thrusted you against the wall.

He smirked, “Well look what we have here.”

He moved his leg dangerously slow, just barely so you would whine and break apart.

“Steve, p-please,” you whined.

“You want to embarrass me in front of everyone? How about I do the same to you?” he suddenly turned you around and pressed you into the wall.

You could now have a perfect view of the outside, people walking about a hundred feet below you, the sun in the sky, the clouds flying by.

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it,” he growled into your ear, biting it. “Maybe then you’ll feel as embarrassed as I was.”

Liquid heat flooded your body, your cock pulsing heavily in your pants. His strong grip was keeping your hands locked together behind your back, his broad chest laying against your back as he spoke. Luckily for you, this was going to be far from embarrassing.

“Maybe I will be, guess we won’t know until you fuck me,” you retorted, a smirk forming on your lips.

He sneered, “I’m gonna wipe that smile right off your face.”

Since your clothing was so loose, he had no problem ripping your pants down your legs, the cool wind of the AC hitting your legs as your joggers were bunched around your feet.

“Look at this ass,” he groaned, slapping it through the fabric of your underwear.

You jerked a bit at the contact and bit your lip, “Shit.”

He pressed you against the wall again, “Shut up, you’re only gonna make noise when I say so. For now, shut your mouth and take Daddy’s punishment.”

When he pushed you once more, his cock that was way too big to be considered a cock, pressed against your ass. You felt faint, your legs would have given out by now if he wasn’t holding you against the wall like he was. You didn’t even want to think about what he had called himself or else you would have came right there on the spot, and you were just getting started.

He spanked you a few more times, your lip hurting from how hard you were biting down on it to keep from making noise.

“You know, I actually was staring at your ass on that mission,” he admitted, “how could I not with how nice and perfect it looks?” he let out a groan. “Now, let’s see your pretty little pussy,” he teased, slowly inching down your underwear.

You never thought that someone referring to that area of your body like that would have been so hot but the idea that he was straight and was still going to fuck you had you leaking precum. Once he caught a glimpse, he got impatient and ripped off your underwear... literally. He pulled with so much force that a gasp left you, your eyes following a few pieces of ripped fabric float to the ground.

“This hole is mine, boy. You understand?” he claimed, grabbing your hole and the area underneath your balls with his fingers to pick you up just a tad bit further.

You whined in the mixture of pleasure and pain, “Yes, Steve.”

He didn’t let up, in fact, he gripped you a bit harder, “What was that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you admitted, sagging in relief when he let you go but also missing the feeling his thick and warm fingers brought you.

“Daddy is right, boy,” he smirked against your throat, nibbling on the flesh there, sending shivers down your spine.

You had no idea how your day ended up like this but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, only being able to focus on the feeling of his thick finger pressing against your rim.

“Let’s see how tight you are baby,” he grumbled, shoving his finger into your mouth to suck on before returning it to your eager hole.

The second you felt his finger begin to push in a bit, your entire body tensed up, “Shhh, relax, let Daddy take care of you.”

You went lax at his comforting words, your hole opening up for him.

“Fuuuck,” you let out in a low moan, his finger stretching you perfectly.

He chuckled behind you, “Damn boy, this is a tight hole.”

He pushed in further, slowly, getting you used to it. You were a writhing mess, not sure if you wanted more or for him to stop altogether.

“Daddy, please,” you begged.

“Please, what?” he smiled, sucking a deep bruise into your neck.

“Please, fuck me,” all your reservations were thrown out of the window, nothing on your mind but this man and how badly you wanted his cock.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he teased.

Suddenly, you were left feeling empty, Steve pulling his finger out of you. However, you weren’t stuck feeling that way for long, Captain dropping to his knees behind you and spreading your cheeks with his hands. You knew what was coming and you couldn’t help the satisfaction from spreading across your face, your ass wiggling back into him before he even started.

“Someone’s eager,” he remarked.

You didn’t bother with a response, simply waiting for him to finally reach you. And when he did, it felt nothing short of incredible. His hot tongue pressed against the outer part of your hole, making your body relax more than it already was, your body nearly slinking to the ground. He spent his sweet time tasting you, teasing you, waiting until the last possible moment to enter you.

“God, you taste amazing,” he moaned, returning to his ministrations, pulling a moan to come spilling from your lips.

He was tongue fucking you with such skill you wondered if he had done this before. He was switching between entering and exiting you at a fast pace and keeping his tongue inside of you while wiggling it around, pressing dangerously close to your prostate.

“Ngh, St-Daddy please, just give me your cock. Make your boy scream on it for everyone to see,” you were begging and panting like a bitch in heat.

The added thrill of being caught if only one person below you glanced upwards for even a fraction of a second had you teetering on the edge.

“Such a good boy for me, taking his punishment so well,” he praised, getting back up. “But before I fill you up, you need to get my cock nice and wet.”

He pulled you back around to face him, placing a searing kiss on your lips that had caught you off guard. He filled it with so much passion and drive that your cock jerked, the sensitive head leaking constant precum. Right after he ended the kiss, you were left breathless and he had pushed you down to your knees. You barely had any time to catch your breath before he forced his cock into your mouth, the taste of his precum instantly hitting your tastebuds. God, he tasted incredible. Since his advances were so quick, you barely even had time to comprehend how huge he truly was. Now, with his ridiculously huge member in your mouth, feeling how it stretched your lips out, how heavy it felt on your tongue, you knew you had never had nor seen a cock as thick or long as his.

“Fuuuuck baby, just like that,” he moaned out, his chest vibrating.

The vibration gave you an idea you wanted to try so you focused your power as you were desperately attempting to keep from choking on his length. Once you felt you were ready, you used your power, vibrating his cock as you moved back and forth over it.

He instantly pulled away with an abhorrently loud groan, “What in the hell was that?” he asked, breathless.

You were a bit shocked, “I just used my power and vibrated you while I sucked you off?”

His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly agape.

“Did I do something... wrong? Did it hurt?” you had gotten up and began to get concerned.

“No, no, nothing like that,” he let out a heavy breath, “it just felt so damn good.”

You smirked at that, proud of the effect that you had on him. Though, you wouldn’t lie and say the mood hadn’t been killed just a bit. To keep from the silence, you surged forward and claimed his lips as your own. Your mouths moving together, tongues entering each other's mouths, moving in a dance. The passion of the kiss reignited the fire in your stomach, pouring out to reach every part of your body, your slightly softened cock revitalizing. The both of you pulled away from the kiss and he looked sexier than you had ever seen him before, his pink lips swollen, his cheeks flushed, hair tousled, and his eyes dark from the expanding of his pupils.

“Enough, it’s time for me to fill that ass up.”

You turned to walk into the bedroom, thinking that you would have sex on the bed, but Steve had other plans. He grabbed your arm and turned you around, pushing you back up against the wall, your face digging into the glass.

“I told you, I’m gonna fuck you against the glass for everyone to see,” he smirked.

With haste, the thick head of his cock pushed against your hole, sliding in relatively easy from all of the preparation he made. Still, the feeling of his tongue and fingers didn’t come even close to the sheer girth of his size, it felt like you were being split in half. Though, you still couldn’t get enough, pushing your ass back into him, feeling the warmth and the pubic hairs at the base of his cock.

“Goddamn, this ass is squeezing my dick so good baby boy,” he growled, jutting his hips sharply, forcing an involuntary moan to rip from your throat.

He grabbed your traps as a way to stabilize both you and himself as he picked up his pace, the sound of his thunderous thighs slapping against the globe of your ass echoing throughout the room. Grunts and groans were filling the space around you two, animalistic groans that made your cock ache against the window pane. Being spread out, submitting to such an authoritative man, it was better than any dream.

“Fuck, Daddy, you’re so big,” you moaned, your hair flying over your face from the speed of his thrusting.

“Yeah? You like my big cock?” he wrapped his arm around your chest and brought you up to his, turning your face to kiss you as he continued thrusting.

Let alone everything that has happened and is currently happening, his dirty talk managed to ramp you up like no other. The way he makes you feel so insignificant yet so special, the way he pleasured you, it was driving you insane. It sounded like a clique, but he truly ruined you for any other man.

His thrusting kept picking up more and more speed and you began to wonder if he could possibly get any faster than he already was. It probably had to do with the super soldier serum... how else was his cock so huge? The window was rocking with the force of his thrusts and your moans were unabashedly resonating in the hallway, any care for someone hearing obliterated. Hell, everyone under you was probably watching as well but you didn’t care, it spurred you on. He was mashing your prostate deliciously, his pin-point accuracy both appreciated and feared.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you whined.

He went from rapid thrusting to a somewhat slower pace but with more force behind each thrust, making you cry out in ecstasy each time he reached that sweet spot.

“Cum, cum on my cock,” he commanded, his deep and gravelly voice sounding like music to your ears.

At his command, you let go, you cock spasming and shooting your load all over the window, coating it in white. The sudden increase in tightness from your walls had Steve releasing a choked moan, his hips staggering in their pace... he was close.

“Fuck yeah Daddy, fill my ass up with your cum, breed me,” you moaned seductively, trying to milk him of his orgasm.

“Oh yeah, Daddy’s gonna fill up this tight hole, get ready,” he warned, getting louder and louder until eventually he reached his climax.

You could feel his warm seed coat the insides of your walls, his member throbbing inside of you, threatening to send you right into another orgasm. He let out a guttural growl and kept pumping through his euphoria, shooting load after load into you, so much that when he had pulled out, a steady stream had followed closely behind. You sagged against the wall, utterly spent and satiated while he had leaned back on the other side of the hallway against the door of your room. There was comfortable silence for a few minutes, the both of you breathing heavily and coming down from your respective highs. Your back was still arched, showing off your abused hole that Steve couldn’t get his eyes off of.

Suddenly, the door had chimed and someone had walked into the hallway.

“Well by the gods!”

You recognized that voice.

You turned your bright red face slowly towards his direction, the rest of your body still. You could see Thor in shorts and a tight t-shirt, hugging his muscles in all of the right places. You then looked down to see the outline of what seemed like a cock about the same size as Steve’s bulging out of his shorts.

He reached down and stroked himself through his pants, “Do you have enough energy for another cock, Y/N?”

You knew you said that Steve had ruined you for any other man, but... Thor wasn’t a man.

You smirked, “Shouldn’t be a problem.”

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sunflowersteves · 4 years

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meetings || s.r.

summary || steve had a meeting and you had a mission to ruin it.

prompt || “Come here and sit on my lap.”

author’s note || I just realized I’m posting this on Sunday lmao oops? Congrats again to @aesthetical-bucky on 1K! That’s a huge milestone and I know you haven’t been as active but i hope you’re all good! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it!

warnings || smut with no plot (pls wear protection), daddy!kink, cockwarming, vaginal sex, public sex, daddy!steve, a bit of overstimulation, squirting, creampie, this is very filthy i ain’t going to lie to you guys

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Steve pushed up the glasses that were falling off of the bridge of his nose. Warm, fresh coffee and vanilla flavored creamer lifted up into his nose. It smelled like pure bliss and he smiled just a bit as he knew who was making the batch. You were always the last one to wake up in the morning, most of the Avengers were morning people.

The smile spread wider across his face at the thought of you lurking around the kitchen with bedhead hair and one of his oversized t-shirts. He turned back to his stack of reports on the table and tried to concentrate on getting them done. In about twenty minutes, there was going to be an important meeting with everyone in his office and he wanted nothing to do afterward but spend the rest of the day with his girl.

His heart couldn’t help but palpitate as he could hear the soft pads of your feet hit the hardwood floors, trotting quietly over to his office. He tried to concentrate on the work in front of him but his mind couldn’t help his mind going into thoughts only about his infatuation with you.

You peaked over into his office and saw him intently working on some paperwork. You stood there for just a bit, contemplating going into the room further to bother him but before you could speak yourself, his gruff voice stood prominent in the spacious room. “Come here and sit on my lap.” You tipped a smile and slowly walked over to him, placing yourself into his lap.

His beard tickled your neck which made you slightly giggle. His strong arms wrapped around your torso and your back hit his chest. He tried to go back to his work, he could feel your eyes on his hands which made him silently chuckle. You had always loved his large calloused hands. You loved watching them flip the pages of books or grip an iced coffee or grip your neck.

The deep, warming smell of your arousal made his heart thump and stomach flip over. He could hear your fast, steady breaths, and rapid heartbeat that made his mind feel fuzzy. Before he could do anything your voice flooded through his ears. “Can you put your cock in me, daddy?”

He practically groaned at the soft innocence caressing the squeak of your voice. He knew the little game, and you were very much not innocent. But he wanted this as much as you did.

“Of course, babygirl.” He lifted you up for a second to take his cock out and then he sat you back down, opening your folds with the tip of his cock. The oversized t-shirt spilling all around his thighs, the two of you were groaning quietly.

He had filled you up so perfectly, his length and thickness had touched you in all the right places. The two of you just sat like that keeping each other warm and fuzzy. He continued doing his work, occasionally writing on the pieces of paper and putting them on another stack of papers.

You had whined into his neck a couple of times when he would shift his body a little bit. He chuckled and told you to wait which of course you obeyed. You had gotten punished last night, and the teasing was relentless so you were determined to behave. The feeling of his hard cock resting between your aching pussy made your heart swoon. Your daddy knew exactly how to take care of you and what you wanted. It was almost soothing, the teasing of his tip sometimes going into just the right place and your walls keeping him heated.

His eyes widened a bit as he looked at the clock on his desk and sighed. “What’s wrong, daddy?” He took the pair of glasses off of his face and placed it on the desk. “I have a meeting in two minutes-”

“Oh, I’ll just-” You were about to stand up and get off of his lap but he grabbed your hips and pulled you back down. “Don’t, babydoll. There is no way in hell I’m letting those idiots take away our time.” You smiled and nodded, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

He shifted your body so that you were now facing him, your breasts pressing firmly against his broad chest. You placed your face into his neck, occasionally pressing some kisses. His body froze a bit as the first person arrived which was Sam, Bucky, and Wanda.

“Why is y/n here? Is she okay?” Steve’s heavily laced innocence made your eyes widen a bit. “No, she says she’s not feeling well. She thinks it may have been the food she ate yesterday. She wanted a bit of comfort.” His salty voice was tied with concern and sadness. Damn, he was good. You could practically picture his creased eyebrows and pouty lips.

The rest of the Avengers and some Agents had all arrived and the meeting began. He and the others started talking about some plan with destroying Hydra but you were barely listening. Your ears were ringing at Steve’s even harder cock pressing up against that savoring spot. You bit onto his neck, trying to restrain yourself from moaning for everyone to hear.

Your juices started running up and down his cock, making him slick and wet. He could hear your small, tiny whimpers that escaped your throat occasionally. He had to close his eyes for a second in fear that he would stop everything and take you right here. You wanted him so badly and he wasn’t even moving. You wanted him to the point of it sounding like you were in pain from the loss of friction.

You bit your lip as you just couldn’t take it anymore, your pussy was pulsating at this point for anything to happen. “We’ll have to infiltrate-” You started to move your hips slightly, making dure to get the grinding you needed but not enough to get caught. Your movements had made Steve completely stop his sentence and he had to cover it up with a cough.

“Oh, shit. Are you getting sick too, old man?” He shook his head as he took a deep breath and glared at Bucky’s knowing look. He could hear and smell the two of you, making him roll his eyes as he walked into the room.

“I’m okay, Sam. Thanks.” He continued to try as hard as he could to not make any movements to give away that you were slowly riding him. Your mouth pressed small kisses up and down his neck, it was agonizingly slow so the spit of your tongue wasn’t too loud. His hand moved slowly, moving your skirt up so he could fit his hand inside.

You had to bite your lip even harder at his hand circling your clit and folds. He groaned very loudly at your wetness covering his whole finger. He wanted to be proud, his babygirl was getting all riled up at just his cock being inside of you but then he froze at the realization. Everybody was staring at him, wide eyes at his groan almost sounding animalistic. Luckily though, Bucky was there to explain.

“I think even Steve may be getting sick. Maybe we should have a meeting another time.” Everybody packed up their things and left the office without another word. Bucky quickly mouthed ‘you owe me’ while smirking and walking out the door, shutting the door behind him.

Steve halted your movements, making you gasp. He harshly grabbed your cheeks, pulling your face towards him. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted Daddy to take you in front of everyone, want them to know that you’re mine.” You yelped in surprise when his hand came in contact with your ass, slapping it harshly. Steve took you immediately off of his lap to your dismay and cries but he surprisingly then pinned you onto the desk. The ruffling and crinkling of the papers were sounded as they hit your back.

“You want daddy’s cock, don’t you, babydoll?” You nodded vigorously as he leaned a bit closer, his prominent now clothed cock pressing up against your wet pussy. “Then daddy’s going to give you what you want.” Your eyes widened at the sound of his buckle hitting the floor. Normally, you would be punished for this kind of thing but Steve seemed to give you what you wanted this time. He was lightning fast, his lips connected with yours. The kiss was rough and passionate with teeth clashing and his tongue fighting against yours.

“Since you love disobeying me, This time, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” He didn’t even pull your skirt down before ramming his cock between your folds. It made you cry out so loud, you thought the whole compound heard you. He moved your legs so that they were wrapped around his hips.

He inserted his cock again, going at a very fast and hard pace, not taking any mercy as his moans filled the air. “You wanted daddy’s cock so badly that you disobeyed me. I’ve told you before that you don’t move unless I tell you to.” Your back moved back and forth on the large desk and your whimpered cries were loud. You barely nodded at him and his eyes were only trained on you.

He slapped your ass harshly, pain, and pleasure all blending into one. “d-daddy!” He could feel your walls clenching already and he smiled a bit. “P-please, daddy!” He grunted and continued at the fast pace with his cock touching your sweet spot. You tried to hold it in a bit, not wanting Steve to be mad if you came too soon. You never wanted to disappoint Steve but his facial expression seemed to swell with satisfaction. “Daddy, can I come? Please?” He grunted as the click sounds of his cock going into your pussy was luscious and mouth-watering.

“Yes, baby. Don’t hold it in. Come on my cock.” You screamed out his name as loud as you could, your body convulsing at the pleasure Steve was sending you to. That little bundle of nerves your belly had locked in had fully made its release and you were seeing stars.

However, Steve never halted his movements, he was still pounding into you, hard and fast. You had just come so the sensations of his cock started to get a little too much.“Daddy, I-I can’t-” He shushed you gently, but the two of you knew that you could. You could never get tired of his cock pleasuring your holes. “You can, baby. My sweet girl can come all over my cock again, can’t she?” You nodded and gasped, gripping the sides of the desk harshly.

“D-daddy I-” His forehead connected to yours as he whispered sweet nothings and praises into your ears. Your orgasm never wasted time again, that sweet knot came undone. But this time you squirted all over his cock, rushing water released all over him. His eyes snapped towards yours and his mouth was agape. You were almost embarrassed, you hadn’t meant to come so hard that water gushed out of you. “Look at you, babydoll. Daddy’s so proud.”

However, unbeknownst to you, Steve had thought it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He thought about your sweet wetness that was all over his cock and even a little got onto his shirt. A large grunt left his mouth as he came into your pussy. His come was deep inside you and dripping out from your beautiful pussy. His cock was sheen looking from your juices spread all around it. He looked like he was glowing with pride which made you swoon.

However, that all halted when his eyes became dark and solid, a prominent smirk caressing his features. “You’re going to be punished, you moved without asking. But don’t worry, we have all night, babydoll.”

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deexchanel · 3 years

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Don't do this to me.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Angst, Sadness.

Summary: Charmaine's first mission with the team but it doesn't end well and the team loses a member.

Go to the series masterlist before you read this chapter, if this is your first time: Charmaine

A/N: Okay so I feel way more comfortable posting this chapter after I said I wasn't going to post the rest. Let me know if this cringy, I love feedback.

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The day was Friday and it was the same as any other day, Charmaine was back home from her class, Peter was getting out of school, the team either train or helped find the location of the Hydra base that held the scepter. One month after the avengers been staying in the tower. The relationship between Charm and Bucky was growing every day, at times they act like a couple without even noticing.

"Did you enjoy dinner?" Charm questioned while washing the few dishes that were in the sink. Bucky walked over placing a kiss on her cheek and putting his dirty plate in the water.

"I loved it, that lobster mac and cheese was amazing."

She blushed at the comment and his boldness of him kissing her on the cheek. He winked then walked over to the couch sitting down beside Sam, joining him in the movie that was playing. Bucky let go of the nervous breath he was holding, he seemed confident on the outside but on the inside, he was scared as fuck.

Charmaine wasn't no easy girl that he would flirt and take home the same night in the '40s. She was the girl that he wants to get to know fully, learn the little things about, be himself around. So most time he was around Charm, he was nervous as hell praying that he wouldn't say something dumb.

Charmaine hummed one of her favorite songs while cleaning up the last dish thinking about a certain long-haired brunette. She turned around coming face to face with spiderman who was hanging upside down. The 21-year old let out a yelp clutching her heart.

"Peter don't do that !! What the hell dude."

"You okay Charm?" Bucky questioned from the couch looking over at her. He saw Peter hanging down so his concerns washed away. "Oh, Peter just scared her."

"Yeah, you alright?" Sam asked as well not taking his eyes off the screen, ignoring what Bucky just said.

"Sorry Champagne, I just came back from patrol and I rushed in here before you left to ask you this. Can you make brownies? I wasn't here the last time you made them and everyone said they were good. " Peter rambled as he let himself come down, sitting on top of the perfectly clean marble countertop.

"They were!" Sam chimed in.

"See! I want to try them." Peter pout poking out his lip.

"I be spoiling you guys I swear. I'll make some just for you Peter." Charm groaned playfully, opening the cabinet grabbing the brownie box. "Get your ass off my counter, I just cleaned it."

Peter hopped off happily," So? You and Bucky?"

"Peter if you continue to say something about that topic, I'm not making the brownies." She warned looking in the fridge for the eggs. Maria walked in from the elevator with a serious face grabbing everyone's attention.

"They found the base. Cap said suit up and meet them in the lab in 5. Peter, Happy is downstairs waiting for you."

Everyone nodded and Charm hugged Peter. Tony had let slide with one of his kids going on the mission, not both so Peter was going home until they got back. She kissed his forehead.

"This mission shouldn't take long, I'll be back to make your brownies. Be good for Aunt May."

" I am Champagne, be safe and please come back. "

"I will Petey. I'll always come back."

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Charmaine walked in beside Sam as they were the last two to join the rest in the lab. She found a spot beside Scott. Everyone was in full armor ready to go except Bruce and Tony because you know.

"Glad of you two to finally make it," Tony said sarcastically then started swiping away on his tablet. It projects a hologram of what seems to be Rome. "We are going to Rome. Intel tells us that hydra has a camp in the countryside."

The hologram shows a huge vineyard with a building that looked abandoned with little buildings surrounded.

"Inside sources tell us that the person who is over this organization called M.A.Z.E is supposed to be visiting any moment now. We're taking down two operations at once so be prepared for this mission to be one of the hardest." Maria said reading something off her tablet. Charm snuck a glance at Bucky who was in his winter soldier attire. She hoped that this mission wasn't going too hard for him.

"Brief explanation. Stay focused at all times, take out as many as you can, feeling overwhelmed? Walk it off. Get in, Get out. Anyone that has the chance grabs the scepter." Steve spoke with determination.

"When we get there we fight anyone that comes our way. Sam or Stark will find a way to get us in. Charm you stay by someone at all times okay? first mission and we don't want to lose you."

"Gotcha." Charm nod her head understanding his rule.

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Inside the quinjet, she sat beside Bucky. Both had their mask off to communicate with each other. Everyone was in either their own zone or in a conversation. Bucky closed his eyes so he could converge on how to not lose control of himself, he didn't want to completely turn back into the winter soldier.

"You like my suit?" Charmaine asked softly taking him out of his trance.

Bucky turns his head giving a smile, "I like it. You make it look good and very badass."

"I feel like a badass." She jokes making them laugh. As their laughter died down, Charm grabbed his hand pulling it in her lap. "Are you okay about this whole mission? I know history with you and hydra isn't really that good."

"I should be good, I just don't want to be captured again, you know? Steve and I are still working on me not reacting to my trigger words. It's hard but it's working. Plus I got you fighting by my side so we are going to be the coldest duo."

"Well I'm not going to let that happen, you protect me so I'm going to always protect you . If you don't mind, I could help with the trigger words? I'll be there to hold your hand or something." Charm said with quiet empathy giving him a soft smile. " Coldest duo? Well, this mission should be over in no time. When we get back can we finish watching Legally Blonde? You fell asleep before it started leaving me up by myself."

"I'll check with Steve when we do it the next time, I wouldn't want you to get hurt if anything happened," Bucky said nodding his head towards Steve. " And I told you that I was tired! You didn't listen and put on the movie anyway."

"I'm not going to get hurt and I thought you were playing!" Charm said in defense then calmed down. "Hey, Bucky?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm always going to be here for you okay? You mean the world to me and I don't want to lose you under no circumstances." She said holding his hand to her face. Charmaine looked him in the eyes, showing that she was serious. A world without Bucky is a world that she can't live in. She needs him.

His hand opened and Charm cuddled to it. Bucky looked at her in admiration rubbing his thumb against her cheek. He admits it, Buchanan was head over heels for her,"You mean the world to me as well so don't think you're going anywhere. You're my lucky charm."

In the next four hours, they had arrived Rome's countryside and everyone prepared for landing. Charm stood next to her dad as his Iron Man suit connects over his body. Before his helmet covered his face, Tony turned to Charm.

"Kiddo, be safe alright? Don't get hurt or anything."

"I will." She reassured and he kissed her forehead. 'Now thinking about it Tony has a weird way of expressing his feelings' Charmaine thought to herself. The doors to the jet opened and Steve spoke up, "Stark, Sam you're up!"

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A/N: I am not good with action so skipping to the juicy part.

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Charmaine ran down the hallway trying to find the exit to the big building. Thor didn't retrieve the scepter and they were still looking but time was winding down. She ran into this room where there were big computer screens on the wall with a closed-cell in the corner.

"Ahh, I have been looking for you." A female voice came from behind her making Charmaine turn around swiftly. "I'm Mazikeen and you are going to be on in my unit."

The room filled with tension as they circled each other not losing sight of one another. "Unit? I'm not going to be anyone's slave. Let alone let you lay a finger on me, so let go of that stupid ass idea you have." Charmie snapped holding her fist up. Mazikeen winked getting in defense mode as well.

"Snarky? I like that. Let's do this shall we?"

She swings on Charm who easily blocks it. The two fight hand-to-hand combat for a couple of minutes, none stop. Charmaine was getting tired but she held her weight up. She kicked Mazikeen on her back, placing her foot on her neck. The Demon grabbed her ankle smirking then rolled over making Charm fall on her side. She gets on top, pulling out her knife.

"This won't hurt one bit. Well, maybe just a little."

"Anyone have eyes on Charmaine? The building is going to blow in 3 minutes." Tony's voice came through the comm.

"I'm busy at the moment!" Charm yelled pushing Mazikeen's arms up so she wouldn't get stabbed in the face. The dark skin girl moved one of her hands to the side grabbing the demon's hair yanking it.

Mazikeen fell off and it gave her enough time to get back to her feet. Charm kicked her to stay down but Mazi grabs her foot mid-air then twist it making her body twirl, falling on the ground.

"I will have you to myself and make you my eternal flame. Right along with the other 3 elements. You are going to be the most powerful." Mazikeen leans down grabbing her hair yanking it making Charmaine cry out in pain. The demon moved her mouth close to Charm's ear with a sinister smirk.

"I'm going to have you kill anyone that stands in our way."

A guard's body flew in the door from someone kicking him through. Bucky walks into the room angrily seeing Mazikeen holding a handful of Charm's brown hair.

He runs over punching her in the face making the demon drop his lover. Bucky grabbed Mazikeen by the neck with his metal hand dragging her towards the closed-cell.

The bounty hunter's eyes widen from the pressure that was on her throat, she hit his arm repeatedly but that didn't do anything. Bucky flings her into the closed cell like she was discarded trash.

Charm sits on the ground rubbing the back of her head, the words haunting her mind. Bucky goes back over to help his best girl onto her feet.

"We need to out of here now."

But it was muffled because of the mask. She nodded putting her weight on him as they walked to the exit. On the roof, the two ran to the middle.

"We're on the roof! Bring the Quinjet!" Bucky yelled taking off his mouth cover. Charm was hunched over trying to catch her breath, she literally just fought 5 minutes straight now she doing a full-out run. She needed more exercise.

The explosion sounded off and the building shook. Just in time, the Quinjet hovered down lowly so they could get on. A huge crack in the roof separated the two.

The building was going to collapse.

They looked around frantically as Charm's side start to slowly but gradually fall.

"Jump!" Bucky yelled, holding out his hand.

Charm did as told, not even second-guessing, leaping off the fallen building. She catches the side of the broken roof, barely holding on with one hand. All she needed to do was use her upper body to lurch her forward so her other hand could grab his. Bucky bends over, reaching for her hand, not taking his blue eyes off her brown ones.

Charmaine's eyes were filled with fear, feeling herself slowly losing grip, "I can't reach it!"

"Use your strength, Charmaine. Grab my hand!"

"I can't, Bucky; my body is too tired. I feel myself slipping!"

"Charm, grab his hand! Bucky, you need to need to grab Steve's hand. That building is going to collapse any second! He will pull you guys up." Natasha said in the comms but was ignored by both.

Bucky leans forward more without noticing that he might fall himself, "I'm not leaving without you charmaine. grab my hand!"

"I'm trying!" Charm yelled when she tries to lift herself; it aches in pain. She drops her hand down in pain. Tears clouded her vision as she knew this was it; Bucky stared at her scratched-filled face knowing what she was thinking. He shook his head; He can't lose her, not now, " No Charm, you're leaving with me!"

Charmie could feel the building she was holding on to began to fall, sobbing; she looked into Bucky's blue eyes one last time. "I'm sorry Bucky."

"No Charmie, you have time. Just grab my hand! P-Please." Bucky yelled as tears clouded his vision. "You're my lucky charm. I need you!"

The building collapsed, and his feet slip from under him. A hand grabs his keeping Bucky from falling in the rubble; Natasha lowered it down in time just for Steve to grab the back of his armor from falling with her.

"No!" Bucky stared in horror watching Charmaine screamed, falling into the explosion reaching out for him.

Steve gasp as tears fell down his face seeing the horrible fate of his sister.

There was nothing either could do.

With the help of others, Steve pulled Bucky into the quinjet.

Bucky laid on his stomach sobbing with heartache.

Tears weld in Thor's eyes as he saw that Charmaine wasn't on the jet. This didn't seem real to him; he couldn't accept it, "Where is Charmie? Why isn't my sister on this jet?!"

"Steve, where is Charmie?" Natasha asked, slowly getting up from the pilot seat as Clint took over. Her heart raced, hoping that he would say that Tony has her or something. Bruce grabbed her waist, but she snatched away from his touch.

"Natasha, sit down."

"Don't tell me to sit down! Where is she?!"

Steve couldn't say anything as he drops to his knees, breaking down. Sam catches him before he hit the floor. "I got you man."

The jet doors opened as Tony flew in; he raised an eyebrow to see the team in tears. He was getting files in this underground room but got out in time just as the building collapsed. He noticed someone was missing.

"What's going on? Where is Charmaine?"

No one answer, which made Tony panic.

"Where is my daughter?!"

"Tony, she died; she f-fell into the explosion," Scott informed him while wiping his tears. Her falling replayed in Bucky's mind like it was his personal hell. Charm reached out for him, and he couldn't save her. He failed.

Tony's world crumbled as tears blurred his vision looking around the jet as if she was hiding, "What? Barnes tell me he's lying! Where the hell is my daughter!"

Bucky sat up now with his knees to his chest; he couldn't stop crying no matter how much he tried. He lost the one person that meant the most to him other than Steve, the person he saw a future with. His best girl is no longer here.

Tony sat down in a seat in disbelief; for once in his life, he cried. He completely broke down, not being able to hold it. She filled the lonely hole in his heart; everyone he ever loved was gone, and the person who made him happy.

Was gone too.

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It was evening time when they got back; they had been gone all day.

The living room was silent; the avengers sat down sulking and mourning. Bucky squeezed his eyes tightly closed as the memory of her falling hit his mind like a truck. Tony had his head in his hands, just letting his mind run all over the place. The elevator ding, and a frantic Peter walked out looking for Tony.

"Mr. Stark, I'm here! What happened? Is everyone okay? Are you okay?" Peter rambled, walking into the living room. He noticed everyone's sad behavior, then looked around for Champagne. "Guys? Did something happen? Where is Charmaine?"

Tony gets up from the couch, going to Peter, engulfing him in a hug. Peter hugged back, shock that he did that but was still confused about what happened. "Mr. Stark, what's wrong?"

"She n-not co-coming back, kiddo."

"H-huh?"

"I'm s-sorry, kid."

"N-no, you're lying! This isn't a joking matter, Mr.Stark; everyone can put smiles on their fucking faces, and Champagne can pop up from under the couch." Peter said abruptly, pulling back from Tony's arms; doing a 360 to look around for a camera. Steve rubbed his hand over his mouth to keep from crying again.

"Queens, it's not a jo-joke."

Peter's face reddens from anger and sadness," She said she was coming back! She promised! What happened to her?!" Charmaine promised without even promising him because she always comes back. Peter prayed that this a sick ass joke; she was his best friend. Him and Her against the world.

"She fe-fell into the explosion Peter," Bruce said sadly; with that, Natasha broke down in his arms. Peter wasn't taking this well, and that broke everyone's heart even more.

"N-no guys, stop this, pl-please."Peter cried, shaking his head, then he looked Tony in the eyes. Her father nodded his head as a way of saying that it's true. Peter broke down mentally, " My Champagne is su-supposed to be here with me. My best friend is.."

Tony pulls his son into his arms; tears threaten to spill.

Peter sobbed his heart out.

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2:43 a.m.

Bucky's body lurched forward after grabbing the gun that was kept under his pillow for 'emergency purposes' raised at...

Steve.

"Bucky, drop the gun. It's me."

"Shit, I'm sorry, Steve." His fingers slowly lost grip of the gun, and the weapon dropped to his lap. His chest drew up sharply with each breath as he tried to control his rapidly beating heart. Steve sat on the edge of his bed.

"It's fine Buck, you were yelling, so I came in here to see if everything was alright."

"I should be fine."

"Okay, I'm going back to bed and try to get some sleep before my morning exercise." Steve sighs, getting up from the bed. He wasn't getting any sleep at all, but he didn't want to tell Bucky that.

"Steve?" Bucky called before he could leave out the room. Steve stopped in his tracks looking at him.

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay with me and watch Legally Blonde? I was supposed to watch it with Ch-Charm when we came back, but..."

"I'll stay Bucky; I don't mind."

Bucky gave a small smile getting out of bed, grabbing some pillows and the comforter. Steve grabbed his laptop from the desk to find the movie. 5 minutes later, the two super soldiers were lying on the floor, eyes glued to the computer enjoying the movie.

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romaxnogersav · 4 years

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↠ Desperate frustration

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, Steve’s an asshole

Word count: 3,338

Summary: Two years of pent up frustration and agitation can make a person snap. In the end, maybe it’s all worth it.

Kinktober day: October 3 - Angry sex

A/N: Day three already! Didn’t think I’d get here, but I did! I’m leaving you to this little piece, and i hope you enjoy! Reblogs and comments are gold, we hoes trive on them! Let me know what you think!💫

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If looks could kill, you'd be as good as dead by now. Especially if those looks belonged to one Captain America.

You weren't though, just a bit bruised, and that's what you've been trying to tell the stubborn ass that was Steve Rogers. He, on the other hand, wouldn't listen. He had been staring you down for the last hour, ever since you sat down to debrief on your most recent mission.

Steve was throwing you his disapproving look. Lips, pulled into a tight straight line, a crease between his brows, and eyes, darker, and much rougher than his usually soft sky blues. It said a lot, the look itself. Not only was it disapproving, but it also showed his displeasure with the choices and actions you had made hours prior.

You had to ask yourself, when was he ever pleased with you?

You've been working alongside the Avengers as a field agent, for a little over two years now. In those two years, there hadn't been one nice thing that left Steve's mouth, when it came to you.

There was never a "good job, Agent," when you had successfully done your job. There was never a smile, that he often let slip to some of the other recruits and agents in the field. There wasn't even constructive criticism. It was all straight forward, blunt, irritation, and assessment.

You've been successfully paying no mind to him, stopped doing so after your second month in the field, when it came apparent how grumpy the 100 years old grandpa was. You've had continued doing your job, ignoring everything the man did outside of missions. You didn't even spare him a glance whenever he looked at you the wrong way.

And people dared say that Captain America was a sweetheart. It seemed people didn't know him the way you did.

And today was just the cherry on top. The thing was, you weren't sure if the cherry was yours, or Steve's. All you knew was that you were starting to get irritated. Two years of pent up frustration and agitation could do that to a person. And it didn't help that the man looked like a literal Adonis, even if he was getting on your nerves most of the time. Even if every time he looked at you, his expression morphed into one of hostility.

It had been an easy recon mission, well, as easy as Hydra let it be. You get in, check the facility, obtain any information you could, get out. The team didn't even need Steve when you had his second in command, Natasha Romanoff.

But of course, he had to come, criticize and order you around as if you were his lapdog and not an Agent with an extraordinary skill set.

Ten minutes after you penetrated the facility in Munich over a dozen Hydra agents had shown up, guns raised high. You've fought with all you could, eventually taking all of them down, but not without some scrapes and bruises.

You had a busted lip and a few cracked ribs. There were bruises on your body, along with a nasty knife gash on your side. Other than that, you and all the other agents were just fine.

But of course, Captain Hardass had to whine and bite back at you every chance he got.

"You were out of line," He snarled from across the table, pointing an accusing finger in your direction. Natasha, who sat at the head of the table, along with James perked up on the wall behind her, lifted a brow at his words.

"I was out of line? I was following orders, in case you forgot," you snapped back, sick and tired of constantly listening to him criticize you.

"Not my orders, that's for sure," it was becoming more and more apparent that he was doing it on purpose and that it wouldn't end well.

"Steve, that's enough. She was following my orders," Natasha tried to intervene, stop the starring match, and the harsh words between you and Steve. But it was of no use, and Steve told her as much.

"Stay out of it Natasha. This is between me and Y/N," He hissed, barely sparing a glance in her direction. From the corner of your eyes, you saw Natasha open her mouth to protest, but Bucky laid a hand on her shoulder to stop her from doing so.

"There's nothing between you and me, Rogers. You are just looking for a fucking excuse to snap at me, just like every other time," you scoffed, rolling your chair from side to side, bored.

He stood suddenly, body rigid, then he turned towards Natasha and Bucky. All that left his mouth, was a single, simple word, "Out!" he almost growled, his anger seeping out of him in waves. You saw the reluctance in their faces, but when his eyes found theirs again, darker and wider, they walked out of the room with a quick, silent step.

He rounded the table in a hurry, the moment the door closed behind the two Avengers. He spun your chair with a force, caging you in it.

"You disobeyed me."

"I was following the objective," your reply was curt, not up for question. You went to retrieve the information, which was what the mission was for. The fact that he needed to grow some balls, and stop being a jerk wasn't your problem. You were simply doing your job.

"You need to be taught how to follow orders. How to speak to your superiors," his voice was low, almost a murmur in the quiet of the room. One of his hands left the chair's armrests, in favor of sneaking to sit atop your thigh. It radiated warmth where it sat at the soft material of your leggings.

Your breathing hitched, and a shiver ran down your spine. You felt heat rush into your body, a tight ache settling itself into your private parts.

You swallowed thickly, clearing your throat with a smirk, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I bruise your ego, Captain?" you asked in a sweet voice. You were pushing his buttons, trying to see what happens. You were so over his attitude and the way he was treating you.

His hand moved up, painfully slowly as a smirk colored his face. His eyes were blown wide with lust, one you only now realized was directed at you. There was anger there too, hot, white anger. You had to bite your lip to stop the moan that was bubbling to get out.

"My ego is just fine, darlin'. You, on the other hand, need to be taught a lesson," before you could say anything, his lips were on yours. You kissed him back, rough and needy, intoxicating. He didn't waste any time in swiping his tongue over your lower lip, waiting for you to open your mouth and let him in. When his hand cupped you through your leggings, you groaned into his mouth, which gave his tongue the perfect opportunity. He explored every crevice of your mouth, tongue running over your teeth, dancing with yours.

His hand descended up, his knuckles glazing your breast before he cupped it in his hand, massaging the flesh through your tank top.

He took your bottom lip into his mouth, pulling at the flesh with his teeth, mindful of the slit, but still rough. He pulled back panting, his hot breath framing your face. With your eyes still shut, you tried to catch your breath, every nerve in your body on fire.

Before you could even open your eyes to look at the men before you, his hands were under your thighs, pulling you up. You shrieked, startled by the sudden movement. He laid you atop the cold, glass table, your thighs locked on the small of his back, his hard length straining against the sweatpants he wore, rubbing deliciously against your core.

"Feel that? Do you feel what that snarky mouth is doing to me? You feel what you goddamned attitude is doing to me, kitten?" he rasped, his hands holding your hips in a tight grip. You had a feeling you'd be bruised the next day, but that was hardly your concern at the moment.

You scoffed, holding his biceps just as tightly, "My attitude? Jesus Christ, look who's talking. What about your attitude, you assh-" you didn't get the chance to finish your sentence. His lips met the tender flesh on your neck, sucking it into his mouth. A loud moan escaped you, your hips bucking forward against his.

"There it is again. Don't worry, baby, I'll teach ya some manners," he growled, hands roaming all over your body.

"My manners are just fine. It's yours you should worry about, self-righteous jerk," you snapped again, back arching off the table when his lips descended to the column of your neck.

"You are so feisty, kitten. Been wonderin' when you'd finally snap and start runnin' that pretty little mouth of yours all over the place," he murmured against your skin. His hands moved under your tank top, and he ran them over your stomach, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

His hands were calloused, the skin rough from so many years of labor. His touch though, that was gentler than you imagined it'd be.

You felt a surge of anger go through your body at his words. But no, anger wasn't even the right word at that moment. You could do anger; you could do with being angry at the super-soldier. It was something else, stronger, dangerous. It was rage, hot, pure rage towards him, and his actions. Towards him and his damn ego.

"That's what this is all about? Snapping at you for being an asshole. Two years of your goddamned behavior, and it's all for what? So could get a boner? Fuck me in the debriefing room? God, you're desperate," you barked, panting, from what, you weren't sure. Was it because of your fury? Or was it because he was running those damned, rough hands against your skin? You couldn't be sure.

He simply smirked, as if enjoying the show, you were putting on for him.

"Oh, you haven't seen desperate, baby. So I'm gonna fuck you real good, and you'd beg me not to stop. Then, and only then, would you know the meaning of the word desperate," he breathed, not wasting any time in stripping you off your clothes.

You laughed, the sound filling the space around you, "That's not gonna happen, Rogers. I don't beg. And I especially won't beg you." He reached for your bra, ripping the material in half without a care in the world. Your panties shared the same faith, and you were left bare in front of him.

His clothes soon followed, his shirt falling to the floor. You laid there on the table, the surface taking off a part of the warmth that flooded your body, as you stared at the man before him.

Steve was beautiful, but you sure as hell would never tell him as much. He was sculpted like a ceramic figure. His shoulders were broad, wide. His waist, narrowed. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, and when he saw you looking, he just smirked. Fucking asshole.

Next, he reached for his sweatpants, letting them slide down his thick thighs. Once those were off, you could see the strain his dick had on his boxers, along with the wet patch on the fabric.

He bent down then, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples. He pulled the hard peak between his teeth, rolling his tongue over it to soothe the ache.

He looked at you from under his laches, while one of his hands descended downward, towards your oozing channel. He ran a finger over your slit, feeling the wetness that had gathered there. He groaned, the sound almost primal.

He teased the lips of your pussy with his fingers, but he didn't touch the place that ached the most. You tried to keep your hips from bucking against his hand, searching for that little piece of friction you craved. You weren't going to give in that easily.

"I can feel your muscles tremor. You want me to touch you, don't you? Well, you'll have to beg for it," he muttered, his finger barely glazing the hood of your clit, but a mewled sound still fell from your lips.

"You could continue daydreaming, Steve, because I sure as hell won't ever beg for – " the words died in your throat when you felt, not one, but two fingers breach your core with force. You cried out, your walls clamping down on the digits. He pumped them into you at a steady pace, his mouth playing with your breast at the same time.

It was sinful, the sound your pussy made as his fingers dove in and out of you or the little sounds you tried to suppress, as to not boost his ego. You were still angry, you still wanted to kick his ass to the 40s and back, but at the same time, you couldn't lie and say you wanted him to stop.

The burning in your body, the arch in your lady bits, and the tremors in your muscles were very much real, and they awaited the familiar feeling of release. You knew that Steve could feel it if the gleam in his eyes was any indication.

He suddenly pulled his fingers out, the action eliciting a whine of protest out of you.

"Can you feel it now, what it means to be desperate?"

"Shut up and fuck me, Rogers. Or I'm going to go find someone willing to continue what you started. Maybe, Bucky? I'm sure he's gonna love it," you knew it was a low blow, bringing Bucky into this as a means to bring out Steve's anger even more. But you couldn't help it. He wanted you to bite back, and that's what you were doing.

And hell, you were even starting to enjoy it.

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you so well, you'd forget your name," When Steve finally pulled his boxers off, he sat as bare as you were. Your eyes were locked on his cock, the tip red and angry, leaking with pre-come. He took himself in hand, stroking his length slowly.

You felt your core clench at the sheer size of him, and you had to question if the serum did enhance everything.

He ran the head of his cock from your slit to your clit a few times, before he started pushing in. There was nothing gentle or slow. In one fast, rough trust he was seated inside you to the hilt.

Your back arched off the table, a groan falling from your lips. The stretch burned, discomfort laced with pleasure.

He didn't give you any time to get accustomed to his size before he was pulling back and snapping his hips forward. His thrusts were brutal, powerful. His cock dragged against your inner depths wonderfully, shaking you down to the bones.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, digging your nails into his back. Your heels dug into the globes of his ass, while you pulled him in, urging him to go faster, harder.

He slammed into you at a rapid pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. You bit at your lower lip, trying to suppress any sound willing to escape, willing to urge him on because that wasn't going to happen.

Of course, the action didn't escape him, because his hand reached up, taking a hold of your jaw and squeezing the flesh the tiniest bit.

"So now you want to keep your mouth shut? That's not how this works, baby doll. I want to hear you moan, and scream. I want the whole building to hear how well I'm fucking you," he rasped, his hips pistoning harder.

"There's no-nothing to hear," you gasped, hand winding into his hair, pulling it with force, "Do better," you huffed shakily. Your words urged him on, and he changed the angle of his thrusts. It allowed his cock to hit different points inside your silky walls, making your breathing hitched.

On one particularly hard thrust, and a slight rotation of his hips, his tip hit that delicious spot inside of you, and you couldn't keep quiet any longer. You cried out, loud and clear, the sound bouncing off the walls. He smirked, the bastard.

His lips met your neck again, biting at the flesh until it left an angry, red mark onto your skin. His hips kept the angle, hitting that spot inside you over and over again. Your hips bucked forward, meeting his thrusts.

You could feel yourself moving closer to the edge of release when your pussy clenched around his dick on its' own accord. The action was met with a deep groan from the man on top of you, the same one who's eyes no longer held the anger they possessed minutes prior. The only thing visible in them now was the need for release, the desperation to be pushed over the edge.

You held onto his neck, bringing him down so his eyes could level with yours. You forced him to look at you, as a wide smirk made its' way onto your face.

"Oh, darling. Can you feel what it means to be desperate? Because your eyes sure as hell know what they are talking about," you cooed, your lips barely brushing together. He closed the gap, kissing you hard. Your teeth clicked together from the force. He played your lips like a violin, biting and sucking them into his mouth. You suspected it as his way of shutting you up because he had nothing smart to say back. One win in your corner.

You tried to move your hand down, to add the little pressure that you needed to meet your climax when Steve's hand wrapped around your wrist. He pulled your hand up and over your head, holding it there, still devouring your mouth.

His hand slid down, just where you wanted it. His fingertips teased your clit, before his thumb finally covered the arching bundle of nerves. He moved it in tight, slow circles, bringing you closer to the edge.

If wasn't long before he was taking you apart, his hips never ceasing their movements. Your vision blurred at the edges, the familiar coil in your belly snapped. You cried out your release, and Steve swallowed the sound.

With a few more pumps of his hips, Steve stilled inside you, his come coating your walls.

You were still kissing, panting into each other's mouths, even while coming down from your highs.

When he finally pulled away from your mouth, you opened your eyes to look at him. His azures were no longer filled with anger, the hostility you were so familiar with. Instead, there was something softer there, gentler.

Your own anger was long gone, disappeared somewhere between the rapid snap of his hips against your g-spot, and his hungry kisses. You were exhausted, there was no fight left in you any longer.

You didn't know what to say anymore, what was there to say. It looked like Steve himself was at a loss of words, which was a rare occasion in on itself.

You opened your mouth in hopes that something would come out, but it didn't. Instead, a voice, a very familiar one filled yours and Steve's ears.

"I hope two years of pent up frustration were worth it because I'm never sitting down at that table, ever again," it was Bucky, his voice full of disgust, yet playful. You felt your face heat up. Because just how much did he hear, or see?

You wanted the ground to open and swallow you whole.

Above you, Steve laughed. The asshole laughed!

"Shut up, Rogers."

"Yes, ma'am," and for the first time in two years, Steve didn't act like a complete asshole.

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thetimecrystal · 2 years

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Thanks to you I've been listening to old Tix songs for the last day and I have a few things people should appreciate:

-The drop of Milepælen 2015

-The entirety of The Precious (just caught my LotR stan heart off guard)

-The drop of Sjeiken 2015

-Versace 2017 (no I will not elaborate)

-The Petrovas 2015 being as extra as a song can be

-The brainworm that is the chorus of Habbo Club 2015

-All the weird talking sequences, I don't understand much but what I understand is fucking HILARIOUS

-Blåfjell 2018 being nearly spoken

-Hydra 2016's beginning

-Bad Boy and Future

-Paradise Lost being WEIRD af

-Dory 2017

-East High 2016 being so much that it has huge parody vibes

-Same with Shotgun (SHOTGUN FUCKING RULES) and Håper Nissen Har Råd

There are many more but it's a lot of songs and I don't remember the speciality about each and every one, so here are a few things I love from newer songs:

-The prechorus/first verse of Skål, that first line always hits me right in the face, also the beat

-The low bass notes in Kaller På Deg (pls kill me)

-The melodic start of Dommedagen 2020

-The melody change between the first and second verse in Jeg Vil Ikke Leve (also him lying on the floor in that cage in the MV is a depressive mood)

-Same with Ut Av Mørket

-The amount of detail put on the things you can't even hear in the live version of Fallen Angel (high notes in the chorus, blurred notes in the prechorus, etc. the version without lyrics is pure beauty, someone's gotta appreciate Andreas' songwriting skills)

-The acoustic version of Håper Nissen Har Råd (and his voice sounding extremely cute at the end of the second verse)

-Each and every melody sounding extremely NOT like any American radio-friendly popsong

-The bass in the chorus of Engel Ikke Dra (also just the whole song and the story)

-The lyrics of every sad song this man ever produced

-The drop of Neste Sommer

-The chorus melody of Når Koser Vi Oss

-Ikke Han's high notes at the end, also the "lines in the void" how I like to call them, everything that's sung but not the main melody

I can go on forever.

Sorry for going on your nerves with this insanely long ask.

honestly anon this is such a cool ask to get that i was a bit confused on what to reply with... but please do not apologize for writing for so long! i love hearing what you think about his songs!!!

first tho. versace 2017 has been one of my fave songs of his since it came out and that chorus man. that fucking hei heI HEI. always stuck in my mindddd

the talking sequences are sort of split for me, actually understanding them, because the intro to versace for example is kinda xenophobic (slobadonka sounds a bit like a parody eastern european name to my ears and it just doesn't surprise but sadden me)

HYDRA 2016 FUCKS AND OOOOO BOY- THAT CHORUS MAKES ME WANT TO SHAKE MY ASS SO HARD AND LOSE MY MIND

and also. just because i don't post about him a lot, i always am glad to hear you all ramble on about him <3

#asks #anonymous #tix #i have been holding onto this for so long #but i hope this is Alright #this is a very fun list to read tho

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what-is-your-plan-today · 3 years

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Stark Spangled Rebirth

Chapter 5: Rescue And Requisition

Summary: Steve heads to the HYDRA base on a rescue mission…and little does he know Katie has a mission of her own.

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: Once again, huge thanks to my beta readers and plugger of mind gaps where I was blocked @icanfeelastormbrewing and to @southerngracela from before she headed off on her little break. Any mistakes are my own. I’ll probably spot them once posted but, whatever!

For anyone who is interested, Katie uses the term Midnight Requisition which is a military term- “To steal, scrounge. To acquire supplies for a unit from another without their approval or knowledge, usually after business hours/dark.” For this one I have to thank a total douchebag I work with who I affectionately refer to ass Captain Asshat. Because he is a Captain, and an asshat. When I moved onto base a few years back he gave me a glossary of well used Military slangwords. But he’s still a total dick…

SSR Masterlist // WIYPT Masterlist

Howard had taken little convincing to agree to their request, Steve got the impression he was as fed up with the SSR’s stalling as Katie was. As soon as he had seen Steve, the Inventor’s face had split into a huge grin and he’d shaken his hand with vigour. Katie had then explained that they needed his help to go rogue and bust the men out from behind enemy lines, causing her brother’s face to split into a huge grin and nod. The three agents quickly bustled around Howard’s tent, Peggy and Katie talking in low, hushed voices as they hurriedly grabbed various pieces of equipment before quietly and efficiently leaving the base, Howard slipping the guards on the perimeter gate a decent wad of cash for their silence.

It took them a little over an hour and was just starting to go dark when they reached the private airfield where Howard had stationed his plane. The waning light suited them, as Katie pointed out, it would be easier for them to operate under the cover of darkness, less chance of being detected. More money exchanged hands, something Steve had always hated, the fact that money seemed to be able to buy you anything you needed no matter how morally corrupt, but at that moment he couldn’t have given less of a damned if he tried. Before long they were in the air, Howard informing them that the trip of just over a hundred and fifty miles would take them roughly an hour and a half, which was far less than the four hours or so he anticipated it would have taken Steve in the jeep.

“You’d have run out of gas after about fifty clicks.” He had teased the soldier who had inwardly groaned as Howard pointed out the flaws in his plan. But then again Steve hadn’t been thinking all that much had he? He never did when it came to the people he cared about. He was a jump first, think later kind of guy, and the serum hadn’t done anything to change that part of his personality. Dubbing him the star spangled man with a plan felt a little ironic all things considered when you thought about it, especially after his last performance. All that considered, he was even more grateful that Katie and Peggy had appeared when they had. Another happy coincidence…

“So we’re here…” Peggy spoke, leaning forward slightly in her seat opposite Steve, pointing to the map in her hands as he checked the straps on his chute. “The HYDRA camp is in Kreischberg, tucked between these two mountain ranges.” She moved her finger a little right and from the distance it travelled and the scale on the map, Steve estimated they were no more than five miles out.

“Looks like a factory of some kind.” Katie mused, glancing at the map where she sat next to Peggy, flicking her braid back over her shoulder.

“We should be able to drop you right on the doorstep.” Howard called from the front of the aircraft, which was now shaking slightly with a mild bout of turbulence.

“Just get me as close as you can.” Steve called, before he looked back at Katie and Peggy, his voice dropping slightly. “You know you three are gonna be in a lot of trouble at the lab.”

“What else is new?” Katie shrugged, and Steve heard Howard chuckle.

“I’m surprised Old Chester ain’t sent you packing yet, Kiddo.”

“Well like you’re his best mechanical engineer, I’m his best front line agent.” She shrugged, “No offence, Peg.”

“None taken.” Peggy said somewhat sardonically, before she snorted “We all know I’m the brains behind this operation.”

“Don’t hear me arguing.” Katie shrugged before she looked at Steve “And you’re gonna be in just as much trouble.”

“Well, where I’m goin’, if anybody yells at me I can just shoot ‘em.” Steve replied, grinning a little. His spirits had been lifted exponentially now he was actually about to do something worthwhile, despite the fact he knew he was going to literally leap feet first into danger.

“They will undoubtedly shoot back.” Peggy fixed him with a look.

“Well…” Steve looked round at his stage prop shield that he had brought with him, which was leaning against the wall of the aircraft “let’s hope it’s good for somethin’.” His knuckles rapped on the metal as Katie gave a little shake of her head and a side smirk, bending over to check the laces on her boots.

“Agent Carter, if we’re not in too much of a hurry I thought we could stop off in Lucerne for a late night fondue.” Howard called over his shoulder from the front of the plane and there was a moment’s silence as Peggy shifted a little awkwardly on the seat.

“Jesus, Howie, really? You’re doing this now?” Katie groaned as her brother chuckled.

“Hey, you asked me to come on this kamikaze mission.” He shot back. “I was just trying to lighten the mood a little.”

As the two siblings began to bicker Steve glanced at Peggy as he tugged on his gloves and the Agent rolled her eyes slightly. “Stark is the best civilian pilot I’ve ever seen. He’s mad enough to brave this airspace, we’re lucky to have him.”

“So are you two…do you…” Steve waved his arm between Peggy and Howard “…fondue?”

Peggy looked at him, completely ignoring his question and Steve supposed he couldn’t blame her, it was a personal question after all. His eyes then flicked to Katie who had stood up and was making her way towards the cockpit, swaying a little with the motion of the aircraft. With a swift flick of her hand she slapped Howard round the back of the head.

“Ouch, Kiddo! Do you want me to crash this thing or what?”

“Stop being a schmuck.” She shot at him before Peggy extended her arm towards Steve, a device held in her hand.

“This is your transponder. Activate it when you’re ready and the signal will lead us straight to you.”

Steve took it from her. “Are you sure this thing works?” he looked at it a little sceptically, turning it over in his hand, his attention flicking to the cockpit.

“It’s been tested more than you, pal.” Howard shot over his shoulder and Steve looked at him before his eyes flicked to Kate who was looking out of the cockpit window straight ahead of them. She raised her arm and pointed at something, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

“Howie…” she began to speak but before she could finish her sentence the plane lurched violently sideways and Steve gripped onto the side as the sky was suddenly filled with flashes and bangs from anti-aircraft shells which exploded all around them. Realising that it was now far too dangerous for them to take him any further, Steve shot to his feet and made his way to the door, grabbing his shield as he went.

“Get back here! We’re taking you all the way in!” Peggy’s voice rose but for the first time since he’d known her, Steve completely ignored the agent, exhaling loudly before he dropped and shuffled to the edge of the plan.

“As soon as I’m free, you turn this thing around and get the hell outta here!” he turned and looked up at Katie and Peggy.

“You can’t give us orders!” Katie scoffed, her hands on her hips.

“The hell I can’t!” Steve looked up at her, unable to stop the cheeky little smirk playing on his face “I’m a Captain!” and with that he pulled his goggles down and flung himself out into the starry sky. The noise was deafening as he plummeted through the air, the sheer force of falling whipped his body with such ferocity he was sure his hair was going to fly clean off his head. With a sharp tug of the rip cord he deployed his chute and with a sharp jolt he was pulled upwards slightly before he began to fall at a much more civilized pace.

After what seemed like an age, Steve’s sharp eyes spotted the ground rising towards him and he landed heavily in a thud. With an easy, fluid motion he yanked his parachute down to the ground and then untangled himself from the harness. Once he was free he glanced around and realised he’d landed on the outskirts of a thick, wooded area, the earthy smells of pine, dirt and damp filled his nostrils. He took a moment to get his bearings, pulling out the compass he had in his pants. He knew that from the direction the aircraft had been travelling in he needed to head due north. As the needle settled on the point, he realised he was currently facing East so he spun to his left and was just about to set off at a run when he heard something flying in heavily from above.

He spun round, just in time to see another chute sailing towards him and in a flash he whipped out his pistol as whoever it was landed with a thud some hundred yards or so behind him..

“At ease, Soldier…” a familiar voice, soft and quiet in the cover of night, spoke and Steve felt a cold feeling of utter shock and horror fill his chest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He hissed as he strode towards Katie who was now untangling herself from her harness.

“Same thing as you.” She replied flippantly as she took a look around and began to take a few steps away from him.

“Are you insane?” He glared at her, his hand wrapping around her arm to stop her. He could have sworn she felt the tremble in his finger tips of it weren't evident in his voice.

“Not last time I checked, no.” She wrenched free of his uncharacteristically brash grip and spun to face him, her eyes blazing at him in the dim moonlight.

“You could get yourself killed!” He pressed, his voice carrying a little more than he'd liked. He failed to keep the element of concern out of it.

“Keep your voice down!”

“Damned it Katie, this wasn’t part of the plan!”

“No, it wasn’t part of YOUR plan.” She shot back. “It was, however, always part of mine and Peg’s.”

“Peggy knows about this?”

“Of course she does.”

“And Howard?”

“No way,” Katie snorted. “I'd guess Peggy is currently getting the full force of one of his verbal bashings.” At that she pulled out her compass “We need to go North.”

“I know.” Steve said a little sullenly, a growl in his chest.

“So let’s move. Sooner we can fulfil our missions, the better.”

The plural of the word didn’t pass him by and through the downright anger and frustration, and dare he say it, fear he was feeling at the current situation, his logical side started to kick in and he knew there was nothing he could do about any of this now, bar keep her safe. So with a sigh, he shook his head and turned to follow her as she’d begun to walk away, his brain registering her last words.

“Missions?” he asked, stressing the word “We have more than one?”

“One each.” Katie shot over her shoulder. “You’re on a rescue mission. Mine’s more of a midnight requisition.”

“Midnight requisition? For what?”

“Intel, tech, anything we can get our hands on.” She picked up her pace, scrambling up a slight incline. “I told you in the plane, I’m a damned good field agent and this isn’t my first raid. We’ve done a few over the past couple of months. But they’ve all been bust, well almost all anyway.”

“Bust?” Steve frowned “How?”

“They were smaller Nazi controlled labs.” She continued to speak as she weaved through the forest “The more we raided and the more intel we gathered, the more it became apparent that Schmidt was marching to his own tune.” She paused and looked around. “The fight at Azzano wasn’t his first move, he advanced a load of troops into Norway a month or so ago of his own accord. Then, at Azzano, he opened fire on both Allied and Nazi troops alike. My guess is, and Peggy agrees, that this base will likely be under his control alone. And probably house more information about where his other ones are hidden.”

“Others, you mean…”

“Yes, others. This won’t be the only one.” Katie shrugged as she looked at her compass and turned right “And without that information, Steve, we’re fighting blind. We can’t defeat HYDRA if we don’t know where they are.”

“You should have told me.” He replied, his tone still a little sullen. He didn’t like being in the dark.

“What, so you could blow the plan in front of my brother?” She scoffed “He’d have refused to take us had he known what I was planning, he was bad enough when I had a full troop behind me.”

“You led a troop?”

“Don’t sound so surprised.” She chuckled “You know I’m actually an ‘honorary’ Lieutenant, thanks to Colonel Phillips. Didn’t go down well at first, most of the men weren’t keen on taking orders from a woman.”

“So that’s what you meant when you called them all jerks earlier by the stage.” Despite himself Steve felt a smile curl across his face.

“Yup. They soon fell in line when a few of them ended up with my fist in their mouth. Not to mention a good number also found themselves on the end of a Phillips’ Special.”

“A Phillips Special?”

“Yeah, the term coined for when they’re stripped naked and made to run 10 miles round camp by the Colonel.” she shrugged “For all his bluster, Chester’s actually been really supportive of both me and Peggy. That, and he doesn’t like subordination in any form.”

“You don’t say.” Steve muttered as Katie continued, her foot-falls light and quiet as she weaved her way through the thicket of the trees.

They continued for about an hour, alternating their pace between a jog and a fast walk. Had Steve been on his own he no doubt could have run the entire distance a lot faster but he didn’t raise that issue, and there was no point being frustrated about it either. Firstly, there was nothing he could do about it, secondly, to be fair, Katie kept up a decent enough pace and thirdly, had he been running as fast as he could have he would no doubt have run straight into one of the various HYRDRA patrols they encountered within the woods. As it happened, the pace they were going at was perfect for his sharp senses to alert him whenever a passing patrol was near, enabling them to duck out of sight.

Eventually, the trees began to thin out and through the gloomy mist that had descended, which he had to admit was incredibly useful to keep their presence as covert as possible, Steve saw the perimeter fence and gate to the camp. He stopped dead, his arm out causing Katie to also pause and as he studied the gate, trying to figure out the best way in, he heard the rumble of trucks coming from his side. He spun just in time to see them approaching down the road which led through the wooded area and he crouched down, pulling Katie down with him.

“Reckon you can make the last one?” He asked, turning to face her.

“Yeah.” She nodded “They’re not going too fast.”

Steve took another look around before he nodded and the two of them ran for the last truck, Katie springing up first and he heard her give a little sigh as he pulled himself up over the tail gate. “Crap.”

The reason or her curse soon became apparent as Steve landed in the back of the truck and came face to face with two HYDRA guards.

"Fellas." He nodded. There was a split second and they both lunged at him at the same time. He pushed Katie a little harshly to the right as he hit one with straight punch to the face, the other dropping with a groan as Katie had connected a well-aimed boot to his stomach. As both guards tried to scramble to their feet, Steve grabbed both their heads, smashing them together like a pair of cymbals before he tossed them straight out of the back.

“Impressive.” Katie looked at him, smirking and Steve rolled his eyes as she turned and looked carefully through a small tear in the side of the canvas of the truck. “They’re taking us straight in…”

“And then what?”

“I dunno, you tell me, you’re the Star Spangled Man with a Plan after all.”

“Oh for the love of…this isn’t some kind of fucking day outing!” He practically exploded and Katie groaned.

“Lighten up Steve.” She turned away, looking back through the hole in the side of the truck. “It was a joke.”

“Well I see nothing funny about any of this, at all.”

“And you think I do?” she turned, her eyes once more full of an angry fire “Let me tell you, Captain, my unit has seen things these last four months that no one should ever have to see. And you know how we dealt with it? By NOT dealing with it.” She brushed a piece of hair off her face “We joked, made light of the situations we found ourselves in because they were downright fear inducing, and if we didn’t none of us would have lasted five minutes. So take the stick out of your ass and get a fucking grip of yourself.”

Steve blinked, but before he could respond to her angry outburst the truck slowed and then began to reverse. Eventually it came to a stop and Steve could hear someone at the tail of the truck so he gestured for Katie to get behind him, which she did. He simply raised his shield in front of his body and waited. The flap to the back of the truck opened and without hesitation Steve smashed the shield straight into the guard’s face, sending him flying backwards. Quickly and quietly, shield on his arm, he jumped out of the truck, turning to help Katie down and the pair of them turned left, jumping off the raised loading platforms and jogging, all the time keeping their bodies stooped and low.

There were lines and lines of tanks emblazoned with the HYDRA symbol and the two of them shared a glance at one another. It was clear to Steve that Katie and Peggy were right, Schmidt had been gearing HYDRA up to be far more than a science division for some time if this equipment was anything to go by. Together, they weaved their way through the lines of armoured vehicles, taking care to keep to the shadows and out of sight as they made their way towards a smaller outbuilding that looked like it led into the main base.

“Come on…” Steve gently nudged Katie and the pair of them across the ground, and Steve hopped up onto a tank that was conveniently parked by the annex, offering his hand to Katie to pull her up. They both scrambled onto the flat roof and ran, hopping up onto a slightly higher roof before they reached a set of metal steps which led up the side of the huge base. Katie went first, scrambling as fast as she could up them where she paused on a platform approximately halfway up. She nodded to a thick, iron door which led inside the building and Steve moved to try it, shaking his head.

“It’s locked.”

“Yeah, and you have the strength of like thirty men or whatever.” She rolled her eyes “Open it.”

He looked at her, narrowing his eyes at the fact she was bossing him around but he didn’t argue. He moved towards the door, shaking his head “This isn’t gonna-“ he gave a sharp tug and with a squeal the door pulled straight off the hinges “-work.” He finished lamely, looking from the door to Katie who stood there, arms folded, smirking.

“If only you had as much faith in you as I have.” She said a little sardonically and once more he glared at her. Pulling out her pistol Katie made to go in the door and Steve put his arm out.

“No, I’ll go first.” He stopped her.

“That’s not gonna work because you need to prop the door back up, so when that guard patrol comes back it doesn’t look like someone broke in. Amateurs!” She shook her head. Steve let out an exasperated sigh, more frustrated that she’d pointed out yet another potential issue he hadn’t considered in his haste and she smiled at him, “This is what I’m trained in, stealth.” She shrugged

She stepped inside, keeping herself flattened to the wall as Steve followed, leaning the door back up before he paused as they both looked around, finding themselves in a corridor of sorts.

“Any ideas on which way?” He asked and Katie pondered for a moment.

“Well, the front of the camp is left.” She frowned and Steve nodded his agreement.

“So we go right,” he stated, “In deeper.”

“Okay.”

“Keep behind me, stay in the shadows.” He couldn’t help himself but instruct her, but to her credit she didn’t argue, merely gave him a little salute as the two of them set off through the factory.

A short while later they reached another door, only this one was guarded, they could see through the etched glass window embedded within it. Steve signalled to Katie to keep back before he knocked. The guard turned and came towards them, and as soon as the door opened Steve punched him hard in the face before smashing his head between the door and the wall. As the guard went down he caught him, pulling him silently out before the two of them headed inside, taking care to shut the door behind them. They appeared to be in the main munitions storage area of the factory, now and it was busy. Guards swarming all over, people driving pickups laden with crates, and each soldier seemed to be carrying guns powered by some form of liquid that was glowing a bright, cobalt blue.

They dodged between aisles, using whatever they could to keep out of sight and as they snuck between a collection of huge metal containers of some kind, they both paused as they spotted what appeared to be racks of small, rectangular shaped metal items all containing the mysterious blue liquid. It was eerie, like nothing Steve had ever seen before and he gently moved to a closer look, picking one up.

“What the hell is that?” Katie whispered as he turned it over in his hand.

“I have absolutely no idea.” He shrugged “Except, to state the obvious, it looks like some kind of grenade. But, I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“We should take them back to the lab.” She stated and Steve nodded his agreement, sticking the item into the pocket of his fatigues before they set off to continue their search heading even deeper into the base.

After another fifteen minutes or so of dodging as many HYDRA agents as they could, and subduing the ones they couldn’t, they reached a large room deep in the belly of the base and Steve took a deep breath as he looked around the room at the large metal cages that contained easily over a hundred soldiers, if not two. He felt Katie still besides him as she also glanced around, her eyes flashing as she scanned the room, her attention instantly shooting upwards as they saw a warden who walked above the cages on some kind of gangway, in which the large, circular tops of the cages were embedded. Steve also spotted another guard weaving his way amongst the large cells on the floor and took a deep breath.

“Right,” he turned to Katie. “I’ll take the one up top first, then I’ll drop down and-“

Katie took an exasperated breath, “Don’t you trust me or something?” She hissed.

“Of course I do, but-“

“Then you go up high, I’ll take the one down below. I can do this, I’m not some fairy-tale princess that needs protecting. And whilst I appreciate your chivalry, as well you know, now is not the time, Soldier.”

Steve inhaled deeply and looked at her, her green eyes bored into his and he gave her a sharp nod deciding to go along with her, despite every part of his brain screaming at him not to. Without looking back, he ran around the side of the large room and found a set of metal steps which led up the side. He took them two at a time and then continued along the raised platform that ran round the side of the room, crouching as he went to keep out of the dim light that the small, barred windows let in. He spotted the guard coming his way and ducked even more, waiting, and once the man was within reach he grabbed his shield from his back and swung it with a huge arm straight at his face. The guard topped backwards and landed heavily on top of one of the cages out cold.

As Steve moved and began to search the guard for his keys, all the prisoners stood up, their eyes wide with shock and surprise.

“And who the hell are you supposed to be?" One of them spoke as the rest continued to simply stare at him in stunned silence and he didn’t miss the way a few of them eyed him up and down, taking in his helmet and shield painted in the stars and stripes of the American Flag.

“I’m…” Steve answered a little breathlessly as he hesitated for a moment as he began to look around for Katie, but he found no sign of her “Captain America." He finished a little lamely, glancing back down.

"I beg your pardon?" Another man spoke, this one in a British accent as Steve grabbed the keys from the guard’s belt and ran back the way he had come. As heard he ran across the floor to the first cage he heard the hisses and rumbles of excited murmurs he glanced up to see Katie jogging towards him.

"Merde," one of the prisoners uttered as all heads turned in her direction.

“Language!” Katie turned her eyes to the soldier who had spoken, giving a slight smirk which the man returned as Steve unlocked the cage he was in.

“You okay?” He asked Katie as they moved to the next cage and she nodded.

“Yeah, took him down with a choke hold then kicked him in the face for good measure” she shrugged as they moved down to the next cage, then the next.

“Well, well, well, Lady Lieutenant…” a tall, wide man spoke and Steve saw Katie’s head snap in his direction, her smirk turning into a huge smile. “What took you so long?”

“Got here as fast as I could. I'll be outta here just as fast when Phillips finds out where I am.” Katie grinned, before she shook her head sighed, her voice cracking. “Damned it Dum Dum…we thought you were all dead!”

“Take more than that to get rid of us”

Systematically they moved through the room, unlocking each cage as they went until they reached the last one, all the time Steve scanning the faces of the prisoners all as they all emerged, shaking hands and hugging one another. But the face he had been hoping to see wasn’t amongst any of them.

"Are there any others?" Steve whispered, pushing his way between the man he knew only as Dum Dum and an Asian man who was holding his dog tags up, looking slightly affronted. “I'm looking for a Sergeant James Barnes." He asked, turning to the British soldier who began walking alongside him and Katie.

"There's an isolation ward in the factory, but no one has ever come back from it." The British Man spoke.

“Alright…” Steve spoke, considering his options as he continued walking towards the door through which they had entered. "The tree line's northwest, about eighty yards past the gate. Agent Stark knows where it is.” He stopped and turned, nodding towards Katie, his eyes returning back to the group of men “You follow and take your instructions from her, you got it?”

The British man and a few others began to nod, the excitement and anticipation of a fight was easily sensed and Katie stepped forward, shaking her head.

“Steve…” she began to protest but this was one order he was not going to let her ignore.

“You said your mission was requisition.” His eyes locked on hers “So use these guys and do it. Get out fast and give ‘em hell. I'll meet you in the clearing with anybody I find inside."

For a moment he thought she was going to argue but she didn’t. Instead, she took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes still locked onto his. In that split second, Steve hesitated. There was so much he wanted to say, but, he couldn’t find the words to express what he was feeling. He wanted to tell her to stay safe, to keep herself out of danger, make sure she got out alive…but instead he looked at her, swallowing and she gave him a soft smile.

“I know.” She said gently “You too.”

Steve gave her another curt nod, his chest tightening a little as he turned to go.

"Wait, you know what you're doing?" A soldier shouted after him, and Steve looked back over his shoulder about to answer before he heard Katie quip.

“He’s knocked out Adolf Hitler over two hundred times."

The prisoners furrowed their brows, before glancing around at each other with confused expressions on their faces and despite himself Steve gave a little chuckle, looking at Katie’s grinning face once more before he turned around and jogged out of the door, her voice ringing in his ears as she issued instructions to the troops.

“You heard the Captain. Now the base is heavily armed so we’re absolutely going to have to fight our way out. On the way, we grab as much tech and weapons as we can. Not only to use but also for further analysis by my unit….”

Her voice died down as Steve picked up a jog, shield on his back and headed off back the way they had come. It wasn’t long before a loud siren rang out and Steve took a deep breath, trying to push his worry away as shouts and loud explosions rang out, signalling the fight had begun. He continued making his way into the factory, fighting his way through a number of guards easily as gunfire sounded all around him, the angry yells and screams of fighting filled his ears as the freed prisoners began to engage with the HYDRA soldiers.

He fought his way up onto the gangway that circled the main factory floor, dispatching another guard with a swift, hard boot to the abdomen that sent him flying over the railing and he took a look around, the sheer size of the factory floor taking him off guard for a moment before he remembered what he was here to do. Pulling out his pistol he turned right, jogging round the gangway until he hit a dimly lit corridor. He continued round and as he quickly made his way through in search of the isolation ward he saw a short man in thick glasses, carrying a briefcase and a number of files in his arms emerge from a room. He stopped dead, looked at Steve and then turned and sprinted away from him, heading round the corner. Steve began to run after him, but as he passed the room the man had emerged from he slowed as he heard what sounded like someone talking, mumbling even.

Taking a deep breath, he entered the room, following the sound as it became clearer and then his heart stopped and he grew hot, his breathing deep as he knew that voice. It was weak but still so familiar, even if it had been months since he had heard it.

"Sergeant. 32557…"

He hurried through another door, glancing towards the end of the room and saw the man he’d come to this very place for strapped to a reclined chair.

"Bucky?" Steve shot over, pausing at the side of the chair and looking down at his best friend. Bucky’s eyes didn’t move, instead he kept chanting his rank and number as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. "Oh my god." Steve swallowed was his eyes travelled over Bucky’s body, taking in the restraints that kept him strapped to the chair. He looked tired, weak, sick even, and it hurt Steve to see him in such a state. Bucky had always been the strong one out of the pair of them, normally looking after him. But, well, now it was time to return the favour. He swallowed and began ripping the straps around him with ease.

"Is that…?"

"It's me. It’s Steve.”

"Steve?" Bucky murmured, his face breaking into a smile as recognition flooded his features.

"Come on." Steve helped Bucky to his feet, holding onto his arms as he steadied himself before he gently reached out and patted the side of his friends face.

"I thought you were dead," Steve sighed as Bucky frowned, his eyes fixed on where Steve’s face would normally have been, and when he instead found himself looking at Steve’s chest, he raised his eyes up wards, puzzlement etched across his face.

"I thought you were smaller.” Bucky swallowed and Steve kept hold of him, helping him to stand upright as he became more coherent. Whilst Bucky was gaining his senses, Steve took a quick glance around and his eyes focussed on a map pinned to the wall, various positions highlighted upon it across Europe. Committing it to memory he then slung Bucky's arm over his shoulder, for the first time ever bearing his friend’s weight.

"Come on," he urged as he began to lead him out of the lab.

"What happened to you?" Bucky asked as Steve pretty much hauled him out of the room, keeping him upright as he stumbled, his feet struggling for traction.

"I joined the Army." Steve replied simply.

As they made their way back down the corridor, Steve felt Bucky becoming able to bear some of his own weight, and then gently nudge at Steve to let him go so he did. Bucky followed behind a pace or two his arm clutched over his ribs.

"Did it hurt?" he asked.

"A little," Steve replied, his head still looking around.

"Is it permanent?"

"So far." Steve nodded as they continued.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion which rocked the factory and the two men paused for a second before they picked up the pace. Eventually they emerged onto the gangway Steve had walked round before and immediately recoiled back as another explosion sent a huge ball of fire up into the air. Steve held his shield up to protect his face as Bucky ducked slightly, his hand gripping one of the railings, other one shielding his face. Turning away from the railings, Steve started to head up a set of stairs immediately behind him, Bucky following. The heat was stifling and it made Steve feel like he was stuck in a furnace as they quickly sprinted up the metal steps and emerged onto another gangway. Taking a right, they began to sprint down it, explosions and flames roaring below them. Steve’s brow beaded with sweat and he wiped it with the back of his hand, taking another look down. He had no idea whether the fire had been started by the men led by Katie or some self-destruction ploy by HYDRA to prevent any of their plans or weapons getting into their hands, either way he found it hard to care. One less base to deal with he supposed.

“Captain America!”

Steve stopped dead, turning to his left to see two men on the other side of the factory by an elevator door. One was the shorter bespectacled man Steve had seen before, and the other he recognised also, but only from photos. Johann Schmidt, HYDRA leader. He was dressed in a long black trench-coat of sorts, a large silver buckle bearing the HYDRA symbol spanned his waist and he turned towards Steve as he handed the other man a silver briefcase.

“How exciting! I'm a great fan of your films.” Schmidt’s thick German accent carried across the factory as he began to walk over the gangway towards Steve. Steve took a deep breath, his jaw setting as he strode towards the man, the anger surging through his body. “So, Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still impressive."

At that Steve swung his right arm back and bridged the two or so feet in between him and Schmidt with a punch straight to the man’s face, the impact forcing the HYDRA leader back a few steps.

"You've got no idea," Steve snarled.

Schmidt merely smirked, before standing up, cracking his jaw slightly and Steve frowned at the way the right hand side of his face appeared to have sagged away from his eye socket. "Haven't I?"

Quickly, the man’s fist flew towards Steve, but equally as quickly he raised his shield to block it. The metal vibrated in his hands and to his utter shock the item dented with the force of Schmidt’s blow. It was then that Steve recalled Erskine telling him how the man had taken the serum, and that it had enhanced him too. In a flash he reached for his pistol but Schmidt was too quick and laded a punch straight to the left hand side of Steve’s jaw. He was knocked completely off his feet, falling backwards onto the metal of the gangway, the pistol he had been holding slid straight out of his hand and over the edge. Schmidt advanced towards Steve but he threw all his weight into a huge double kick, which sent the man sprawling backwards.

As Steve got to his feet, the gangway he was on suddenly began to move backwards, separating him from Schmidt who stood up, the two men not moving a muscle as the metal walkway drew them both back to their respective sides.

"No matter what lies Erskine told you, you see I was his greatest success!" Schmidt yelled as Steve stood still, his chest heaving, as Schmidt man reached up for his face, reaching for the skin at the left hand side of his jaw. As Steve watched, to his horror, he began to peel back the skin revealing that it was a mask, and underneath was a grotesque, featureless red skull.

Steve swallowed, his face wrinkling up as he tried to understand what the hell he had just seen. What he was still seeing, for that matter.

"You don't have one of those, do you?" Bucky mumbled, his attention also on the man in front of them.

"You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality…” Schmidt tossed the mask down into the flames, Steve following it with his eyes before he glanced back across the factory room “…you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind.” At that Schmidt turned to his right and walked towards the now open elevator “Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!" he gestured with his hand as he made his way into the elevator.

"Then how come you're running?" Steve yelled back. It was a pathetic shot really, all things considered, but it was all Steve could think about saying given what had happened. As expected, Schmidt completely ignored him and merely smirked as he pressed a button to his right and the doors closed.

Steve paused, still not completely sure what the hell had gone on when a large explosion rocked the platform they were stood on, causing both him and Bucky to duck once more from debris that shot up all around them.

They needed a way out. Steve’s eyes fell back on the elevator and he followed the shaft upwards spotting a set of doors right at the top which led, he assumed, to the roof. He followed the line of the ceiling, noticing there was a thin gantry that led over to the side they were on, and he spun round to spot another set of steps which led upwards.

That was it, their only way out.

"Come on," Steve turned around, grabbing Bucky’s arm and leading him to the stairs. "Let's go. Up."

Together they hurriedly climbed and reached the highest walkway that stretched across the factory floor that was now burning, Steve felt, hotter than hell itself. Explosions rocked the catwalks causing everything to shake and Steve glanced at the flimsy gantry that led over to the side they needed to be on, then back to Bucky.

“Let’s go. One at a time.” He moved to help Bucky climb over the railings to allow him to cross first. Bucky made his way tentatively across the thin beam of metal and as he was roughly at the halfway point, it began to give way. Bucky picked up his pace and threw himself off the edge grabbing the railings at the other side, but the gantry collapsed behind him leaving Steve stranded.

Steve watched as Bucky hauled himself over and then tuned to face him, the realisation that Steve was stuck evident on his face as he looked back at him.

"Gotta be a rope or something!" Bucky shouted hopefully. At that point another part of the factory below them fell with a loud crash into the fire below and Steve swallowed, shaking his head.

"Just go! Get out of here!" he bellowed, waving Bucky away. Bucky shook his head, his hands gripping the railing around the walkway.

"No! Not without you!" he screamed back, desperation lacing his tone.

Steve looked over at him, then peered down at the fire, before taking another look up. If he stayed where he was, he was a dead man. If he jumped and didn’t make it, he was a dead man. But if he didn’t jump, well he had no chance of making it at all.

Decision made he pushed the now broken bars of the railings in front of him, bending it out of the way to create a gap large enough to jump through. He took a few steps back, once more gaging the distance before he sighed and grimaced a little at what he was about to do, having no idea whether he was going to make it. His thoughts flashed to Katie, his only comfort out of all of this was that she wasn’t stuck with him now and had a good chance of having made it out. With a deep breath he set off at a sprint before he launched himself off the side, over the huge chasm below. His arms flailed, as did his legs as he spun them to try and maintain momentum, the flames and explosions licking at his boots and with a loud grunt he landed, his arms gripping tightly onto the remainder of the railing beside Bucky. Bucky was quick to grab him, hauling him over, the pair of them falling to the metal walkway. Steve landed with a grunt on his back and took a huge breath, turning to look at Bucky who was led besides him, his chest heaving.

“Thanks.” Steve panted as Bucky looked at him, incredulously.

“You’re thanking me?” he shook his head “Whatever man…”

Another large explosion rocked the gangway they were on and they both rolled over, before pushing themselves up, stumbling a little as they made their way hastily through the door, bursting out into the cold night air. Steve took a split second to gather his bearings, his eyes flicking to the front gate of the camp before he located a set of the metal railing type rungs the same as the ones he and Katie had used to gain entry at the side of the building.

“This way…” Steve instructed as he led Bucky towards it, and started to descend, all the time keeping one eye on his friend in case he lost his grip and Steve needed to catch him. When Steve’s feet finally touched down on solid ground he felt like yelling in utter relief, but they weren’t clear yet. Once Bucky landed besides him, they both set off at a sprint across the outside area of the camp. There were still a fair number of soldiers running around but they were too busy trying to escape the burning building to pay him and Bucky any attention. Nevertheless, they kept to the shadows and made their way out of the gate, Steve taking a sharp right following the way he had come with Katie before.

As they walked towards the clearing they were aiming for the hushed sound of voices and chatter hit their ears and he heard Bucky take a sharp breath.

“Steve?” Bucky asked as Steve continued walking, his feet crunching over the frosty ground under his boots. “Is that…”

“No, it’s not HYDRA.” Steve assured him. “We found a bunch of other prisoners before you, got them out first…”

“We?” Bucky asked, “There was someone else with you?”

“Yeah, it was….” Steve trailed off as they emerged into the clearing and a number of men wheeled round, guns raised. As they spotted who it was their weapons dropped but before Steve could say anything Katie pushed through the middle and stopped dead, her chest heaving. She looked a little roughed up- some of her uniform was torn, there was a cut to her right temple, a trickle of blood having seeped down her cheek and the same side of her face looked a little red and bruised but other than that, she seemed fine.

Steve felt relief flood his system at the sight of her, and without a word he strode quickly towards her and she threw herself at him, wrapping her legs round his waist as he held her tight, one hand supporting her lower back, the other gripping at the back of her head, fisting softly in her untidy hair.

“Thank God…” he mumbled, closing his eyes as he held her close, pressing his face into her hair.

“You’re late.” She stuttered and he let out a splutter of a laugh as he pulled back to look at her “I thought you were gonna stand me up.”

“Never” he shook his head, his eyes locking onto hers. They stood still, no attention being paid to anyone around them at all and Steve swallowed, his eyes flicking down to her mouth. His face dropped towards hers, and then a voice spoke from behind them, completely interrupting him and reminding him that firstly he was in the middle of a still heavily occupied with enemy troops forest and secondly, that they were most certainly not alone.

“Well, this is nice.”

Steve closed his eyes and let out a sigh as he set Katie onto her feet, stepping back out of her space, blushing furiously. She peered round him, as he turned and saw Bucky smirking at the pair of them. He jerked his face towards Katie, arching an eyebrow.

“Hey Doll face.”

“Barnes.” she scanned him up and down, taking in his appearance before she smiled “Good to see you in one piece.”

“Yeah, I hate to break this little reunion up…” the British soldier spoke and they all turned to face him “but I suggest we get moving and tie up with the rest.”

“The rest?” Steve frowned, looking around, and for the first time he noticed that there were a lot less men than he had anticipated “Where…”

“We split into three main groups. We took a few losses but most of us made it. My group managed to take a few vehicles.” Katie explained “Some kind of tank, two trucks. We also found a huge storehouse too and loaded both trucks with as much as we could take, weapons, ammo, and equipment, what ration packs we could find.” She took a deep breath “Dernier, one of the men, he said he knew the area well as his group had been scouting it for a while and there’s an old abandoned allied base some 10 miles South East which he suggested would be easier for us to hold up in whilst we waited for help. I sent him ahead with the seriously wounded along with support. Said we would meet them there.”

Steve blinked, astounded at her planning, although he knew he really shouldn’t be. He nodded and then looked around, before a huge explosion made them all jump and Steve turned to see an enormous fireball erupt into the sky signalling that the HYDRA base had finally gone up completely.

“Okay, let’s move.” He instructed, as Katie began to bark out instructions again, before she hurried forward and fell into step alongside Dugan, who pulled out his compass before he pointed and began to bellow out for everyone to make tracks.

“So….” Bucky fell into step alongside Steve, and Steve kept his eyes focussed ahead as they began to walk “Somethin’ going on then between you two or…”

“Don’t know what you mean.” Steve replied, but couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face as he continued to avoid Bucky’s searching glance.

“You’re a punk.” Bucky snorted, nudging him.

“Jerk.” Steve replied simply, the smile on his face growing bigger by the second.

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wayward-mikaelson · 3 years

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You Found Me

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About: POST ENDGAME. Bucky lost a friend. You lost a sister. You both are alone and learn to live somewhat co-dependent on each other. Then you guys go on your first mission after Thanos.

Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Pepper Potts (Stark), Natasha Romanov (Mentioned), Clint Barton (Mentioned), Agent Maria Hill

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Language, Grief, Loss, Mentions of Death, Angst, Fluff, Sexual Tension, Implied Sex, Blood, Fighting, Injuries

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It had been four months since you lost your sister, Natasha, or as she was known to you, Natalia or Nat. The only person who kept you grounded and in check. You were still dealing with the emotions that came with it all, knowing full well she would probably kick your ass for wallowing in the grief. You knew why she did what she did. Fuck, you’d do the same exact thing to make sure Clint got home to his family. You couldn’t be pissed about it, but it didn’t hurt any less. You had a huge gaping hole in your chest and you weren’t sure how to fill it or if it would ever heal. That last part scared you the most. Would you feel this pain forever?

After the battle with Thanos and after Tony’s funeral, Pepper set the plan in motion to rebuild the compound. “It’s something Tony would have wanted,” she had told everyone. And everyone agreed. You included. That compound was your home and without it, you had no one and nowhere to go.

So you pulled together what money you had stashed away and went to the nearest motel. When you arrived at the motel, you noticed a familiar face standing at the counter trying to convince the clerk to take his money for the week. But the problem is, he didn’t have enough money.

Taking a deep breath you pull the wad of cash out of your pocket and walk next to him and set it on the counter. “Two queens and make it a month.” The clerk goes to take both your guys cash but you stop them. “Uh-uh,” you pull Bucky’s cash back and slide it over to him. Without a word, he takes it back. The clerk takes your money and hands you both a key.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Bucky said when you guys got outside and began look for your room. “I could have figured something out.”

You stopped walking and turned to him. “No, but where else would you have gone? Like me, you don’t have anywhere else do go.” The two of stared at each other. Both your Y/E/C and his blue eyes seemed to have a battle of their own. But being a Romanov, you knew you would win that battle.

Bucky nodded, “Okay.”

And just like that, the two of you fell into a routine and an unexpected friendship. You were there when Bucky would wake up from an intense nightmare. Whether it was Hydra related or him waking up yelling out Steve Roger’s name. You would slip into the bed right next to him and hold him and help him through it. All the while, thinking about how his best friend in the entire world would just end up leaving him. Steve was your friend too, but his leaving didn’t affect you as much as it did Bucky. Night’s like that would make you shed a tear for him. You and Bucky were very similar. You both lost someone close to you. You both didn’t have anywhere else to go. You pretty much had no one but each other now.

Four months later, you guys were sharing a bed but weren’t intimate. You guys had gotten used to use sleeping next to each other that it was nearly impossible to fall asleep by yourselves. Bucky would run to the store and get food once a week, while you did both your guys laundry at the laundry mat around the corner.

The two of you knew each other’s flow of daily life. Bucky would go walking early in the morning and come back with a hot coffee for you. The first time he did that, he came back with the coffee, a handful of three different kinds of sugar packets, and two pockets full of the mini creamers.

“I didn’t know how you took your coffee,” He had said as you stared at the contents on the table.

Whenever you were out you always came back with food for the two of you. It could have been a pizza or Chinese take out. Either way, Bucky enjoyed it with you. If any of you had knots in either of your hair, one of you would help the other to get it out.

No matter what it was, you and Bucky were there for each other. And honestly, you were falling for the super soldier assassin who was too sweet on you. You were deathly scared to admit it out loud, but the thoughts just linger in the back of your mind.

Bucky waltzed into the motel room to see you lost in thought. He had your coffee in hand and set it slowly on the table. Bucky wondered what you were always thinking about when he saw you sitting on the bed with your knees drawn up to your chest. Your chin resting on your right knee. But he didn’t ask, he knew by the almost empty look in your eyes that you didn’t want to talk about.

These last four months has been the most stable for him. It was nice having someone there for him all the time. Not to mention someone who was willing to hold him through the nightmares of Hydra. He even was there when you would wake up crying for your lost sister. He wished he could take away that pain for you.

Bucky walked towards the bed you occupied and sat down next to you. He pulled you into his arms and leaned his back against the headboard. You turned in his grasp and placed an arm across his chest and the two of you just laid there. Listening to each others deep breaths and heartbeats. You guys could lay there for hours without a care in the world.

Then a knock on the door made you jump causing Bucky to tighten his arms around you. The knock came again.

“Agent Y/N? Sargent Barnes?” It’s Peppers voice. “I know you’re in there. I saw Barnes walk in there about twenty minutes ago. It’s not hard to miss a metal armed man.”

You pushed away from Bucky and walked towards the door and open it. There stood Pepper looking as gorgeous as ever. There were bags under her eyes so time hasn’t been good to her but she still wore that smile. The smile that hid the pain and sadness in her life.

“I have been looking everywhere for you two,” she said walking into the motel room. She looked around. “The two of you just disappeared before I could talk to you after Tony’s funeral,” Peppers voice almost broke saying the word funeral. “I was going to offer you two to stay with Morgan and me and other agents who didn’t have anywhere to go. But it looks like you guys held up well.”

You shifted on your feet and looked at Bucky who was now sitting at the foot of the bed. He was looking down at the floor with his hands folded together. “We didn’t know we. Sorry.” You said softly looking back at Pepper.

Pepper smiled and took your hand in hers. “Like I said, it looks like you two held up really well. I’m here to tell you, the living quarters of the compound are finished and you guys can move back in whenever you want to. I’ll actually be there later today.”

Pepper turned to leave but you held tighter to her hand. “Pepper? How are you doing?”

“I’m hanging in there, you know for Morgans sake,” Pepper answered as her smile cracked some. “Well, I should get going. I’ll see you both later?”

“Yes,” You said and watched Pepper walk out of the motel room. You felt so bad for Pepper. She lost her husband and the father of her child. That pain had to be bigger than loosing a sibling. You turned to see Bucky hand you your coffee. With a smile you took it out of his metal hand. The very hand that gave you some very impure thoughts. “Thank you,” you pressed the cup to your lips.

“I guess we should check out of this dump?” Bucky asked.

Within in the next hour, the two of you were turning the keys in and walking out of the motel for the last time. Bucky held the cab door open for you and making sure whatever belongings you guys owned were secured. Bucky could tell in your eyes you were excited. He’d only ever been in the compound when they captured him all those years ago, but he was willing to make it home.

When the two of you arrived at the compound you couldn’t hold the smile in. It was beautiful and it looked better than before. There was still work to be done on it, but what you were able to see made you want to cry. Bucky saw the overwhelming expression on your face and wrapped am arm around your shoulder.

“You going to be okay?” He asked softly and you nodded.

You guys found Pepper who showed you around. From the kitchen to the living room to the bedrooms. Pepper showed you your room and then Bucky’s room. His room sat across the hall from yours. As Bucky was looking at his room, Pepper pulled you to yours.

“I made sure you guys were close,” Pepper said moving a stray hair from your face. Probably out of habit and a motherly thing for her to do. “I could tell that you guys have taken care of each other and I’m sure that you guys had some sort of routine down. I wanted to make sure that you guys were still able to have some of that.”

You smiled and hugged Pepper tightly. “Thank you.”

And just like that, over the next month, you and Bucky fell into a new routine. You woke up when Bucky woke up and took morning walks with him. There was a coffee kart that sat on the corner of the street across from the compound. The coffee was so much better than the motel coffee you guys had been drinking.

Bucky late at night, after all the lights were turned out and other agents were in bed, he would sneak into your room. He knew you’d be awake but he was still quiet as he slipped into the warm bed next to you. Bucky would hear a soft sigh as you would turn in his arms and rest your head on his chest before falling into a deep sleep.

One day while you were tidying up the kitchen, Bucky came in from the gym. He would spend a couple hours a day in there to clear his mind. He sat down at the table as you placed a plate of food in front of him.

“Thanks, Doll,” He said taking his hand and rubbing your back.

Turning around with a small smile on your face, since you loved it when he called you doll, there stood both Agent Maria Hill and Bruce Banner. Bruce just stared at you, and the memory of you telling him years ago, that no one was good enough for you and who would want to spend their life with a trained assassin. Bruce who was the only other person on this person beside you and Clint to bring out Nat’s softer side. Agent Hill, also stared but has a small teasing smiling playing on the corner of her lips. You turned back around and slowly walked out of the kitchen letting Bucky know you’d be back.

You sat on your bed when you heard the knock on the door. You looked up and saw Bruce walk in. “Don’t say anything,” You stood up and started to pull out a hoodie from your closet.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Bruce had a small smile on his face. “Except, since when do you own shirts that are too big for you?” He pointed to your bed. You turned to see Bucky’s shirt just laying there. You hadn’t realized that it was even there.

Over the last month Bucky sort of just moved into your room. His clothes had a drawer, he had a spot in your bathroom and two towels hung on your bathroom wall. Bucky even brought the pillows from his room to your bed.

“Okay,” You turn back to Bruce. “Bucky isn’t what it looks like. At least I don’t think so. It’s hard to tell. I like what he and I have. We just sort of found each other and have been there for each other when no one else was.”

Bruce’s face fell what looked like six stories. You could see the hurt. “Y/N/N,” He said softly. You forgot the sound of your nickname that Nat and Bruce use to call you. “I’m sorry I shut you out. I shouldn’t have.”

You shrugged on your hoodie, pushing down the memories of Nat. “Well, it happened. I don’t blame you. I would have done the same thing. I mean technically I did. It took four months for Pepper to find Bucky and me.”

Bruce nodded and scratched his head. “Well, you are pretty well versed in the art of falling off the radar.”

You cracked a smile. “Well, I didn’t intend to fall off the radar.”

“Like you didn’t intend to fall for Barnes?” Bruce must has seen the red creeping into your face. “I saw how you were smiling when he called doll. It’s the same face your sister had when she talked to me.”

You rolled your eyes and left the room.

Two week later, you and Bucky are crouched in a dark room. Guns pressed against your chests, being as quiet as you guys could be, as you guys waited for the all clear in the other room. This was your guys first mission since everything that happened almost six months ago.

Just a simple international rescue mission.

Or so you guys thought.

After the room had been quiet for ten minutes. Bucky cracked open the door and gave the thumb ups to you. The two of you creeped out of the room and started back towards where you started. You heard a sound to your right, and turned towards it.

“I’m going to check this out,” you tapped Bucky on the shoulder.

“What? No the fuck you’re not,” He said firmly.

“It’ll just be quick,” you called back to you as you walked down the darkened hallway.

“Be careful, Agent Romanov,” Agent Hill’s voice sounded in your ear piece. “Barnes, stay put unless you’re needed.”

You walked the darkened hallway and heard the sound again. It was louder. It was closer. Your heartbeat quickened as you walked further into the dark. You obviously had your light on your gun but it wasn’t bright enough. Something scarred passed your foot making your gasp out loud.

“You okay down there?” Bucky’s worried voice asked. You made the bad choice to ignore that question. “Y/N?! Don’t make me come down there.”

“Stay put, Sargent Barnes,” Hills voice is firm in your ear that you took the ear piece off. Another bad move.

You walked ten more steps before being thrown into a wall. The back of your head smacked the concrete hard. You fell on your back and groaned. You got back to your feet and drew your knife. With what light you got from your fallen gun you charged the figure that attacked. You shoved him into the wall and drove your blade into his shoulder. In return, he head butted you and shoved you down on the ground. You watched in the faint light he pulled the blade out of his shoulder and knelt down. He straddled your waist and pinned your arms to your side with his knees.

With sick pleasure very visible in his eyes, he drove the blade into your forearm. You cried out as the sharp pain shot through you. When he pulled the blade out, you felt the warm rush of blood seep through your tactical suit and onto the cool floor. You watched as he rose the blade up with two hands right above your chest. You had two thoughts in the matter of three seconds.

Second one, you should have answered Bucky when he asked if you were okay.

Second two, you knew you should have told Bucky your true feelings and now it was pretty much too late.

Second three, your arms were suddenly free.

You scrambled to your feet and held tightly to your wounded arm. You watched as Bucky threw your assailant at the wall and stalked towards him slowly. The man tried to stab at Bucky, but Bucky grabbed his hand with his flesh hand and twisted it to the point you heard the crunching of his bones. With his metal hand, he held the neck of the man until you could hear the faint crack of the neck.

Bucky dropped the dead man on the ground and turned to you. You stood there, not a hint of fear in your eyes. He noticed the blood trickling through your fingers and walked to you as he ripped a piece of cloth from somewhere unknown. He gently moved your hand away from your arm and tightly tied the cloth around your arm.

Without breaking eye contact, he used his flesh hand to brush loose strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear. He let his hand slowly brush down to the base of your neck, where it lingered for a minute before he took the dangling ear piece and gently put it back in your ear.

“Barnes! Status update. Now.” Hills voice was firm.

“Situation is taken care of. Y/N will need medical attention though.” Bucky’s voice was hallow. You couldn’t tell what was going through his brain. Even his eyes were almost impossible to read. “We’re headed back your way.” Bucky took your uninjured arm and pulled you the rest of the way back to the chopper.

After you had been through medical and treated you headed back to your room. Bucky was sitting your room waiting for you. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand folded. When he looked up, you can could see the anger and concern in his eyes.

“Okay,” you closed the door and crossed your arms as you turned back to him. “Say it. Get it over with.”

After minutes of silence and staring each other down. Bucky finally spoke. “What you did was completely fucking stupid, you know that?” Bucky’s tone was firm. “You could have died.”

“What did I do that was so fucking stupid?” you dropped your arms, crossed the room and stood three feet from him. The tone in your voice matched the firmness in Bucky’s. “Was it me ignoring you? How about ripping my ear piece out? Or maybe, almost getting stabbed in the heart?”

Bucky stood up. “All of it Y/N,” His voice rose and it continued to rise. “Do you have any idea how scared I was when you didn’t answer back? Do you know that my heart just about stopped when I heard you cry out and saw that dick over you with a blade about ready to plunge it into your chest?”

“It’s not your job to worry about me Bucky,” Your voice rose too. “My decisions on missions are mine and mine alone. So what if I died? It wouldn’t have mattered.”

Before you knew it, Bucky’s hands were pinning your arms to your side. “It would have mattered to me, Y/N. You’re so fucking smart, Doll, but god you are so blind to whats right in front of you.”

“Bucky,” you whispered.

Bucky dropped his hand and turned back to the bed and sat down. When he looked back up at you, he had just about every emotion glassed over his blue eyes. “I could have lost you, too. Does that mean anything to you?”

You didn’t know what to say to him, you read in between the lines. You know what he was saying. You took a deep breath and walked towards him. You placed a hand on the side of Bucky’s face. He closed his eyes and leaned into your hand. You dropped your hand to the collar of his shirt and decide to straddle his lap, resting both legs on either side of him on the bed.

Bucky’s eyes opened and he looked into yours, as he did, his hands instinctively moved to your hips and held you firmly in place. “Y/N?” Bucky’s voice caught in his throat.

You shushed him softly, and met his eyes. You took both of your hands and held his face. “You mean the world to me, James Barnes.” You said softly using his first name. Then you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

Your guys lips moved together perfectly. You felt his tongue on your lips and your let him in. He explored every part of your mouth as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. You pulled back for some air and smiled at Bucky who was already smiling at you.

This was perfect, you thought. This was everything you actually had hoped it to be. In the next second, you found yourself on your back. Bucky hovered above you. He had your arm pinned above your head with his metal hand, you ignored the small ache in your bandaged arm. With his free hand, and without taking his eyes off yours, Bucky slowly trailed it from your face to your hips. leaving goosebumps on your both bare and clothed skin.

“You’re my world, Doll,” Bucky said leaning closer to you face. “You found me at my lowest. I wouldn’t know how to live if you died.”

Then he pressed his lips harder and rougher to yours.

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the1918 · 4 years

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‘take you with me’

a collaboration by @the1918 and @howdoyousleep3 - written for the wonderful Jo ( @cantabile-l ) on the anniversary of that incredible softie’s birth 😘

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: virgin!Omega Steve x Alpha Bucky

Word Count: 6.5K

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics (and associated themes/elements), Loss of Virginity, Anal Sex/Play, Rimming

Author’s Note: This was written as an extension of this head canon post about Omega Steve wanting to share his heat with post-Hydra recovery Bucky. It was written with the sole intent of giving the fair Lady Joanna of Soft everything she wants in a single fic... we think we got most of the way there, haha. We love you darling, happy birthday.<3

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The past twenty-four hours had been sweet and boundless torture for Bucky. Steve’s preheat ramped up so quickly after they’d talked in the kitchen, after Steve had asked Bucky to help him through his heat, to be the first man to hold him and knot him and take him.

After Bucky had accepted Steve’s proposition -- no hesitation -- it was like some sort of string had formed to hold the two tightly together, never wanting to be outside of arm’s reach from each other. Bucky would sit down on the couch and Steve would follow right behind. He’d tuck in close to the alpha’s side, pressing his nose to Bucky’s neck like it was nothing, tops of his cheeks flushing once he realized what he was doing. Seeing the beautiful pink dusting those perfect cheekbones had made Bucky want to lay the omega out on the couch right then and there. Instead, he’d pressed the lightest of kisses against Steve’s cheek, cooed, “S’alright, sweetheart--keep goin’.”

Their scents had begun to mingle from then on, from Steve spending an ample amount of time tucked into Bucky’s neck. Bucky would walk around smelling his own scent but also Steve’s, sweeter than sin, and the intoxicating mix of the two swirling together was overwhelming. He had found himself crowding Steve up against doorways and counters, his grip tight on a narrow waist, nose pressed tight against that tender skin of his neck.

“Oh, honey,” he’d rumbled, letting himself suck on the hinge of Steve’s jaw, ignoring the steely line of Steve’s erection hot on his hip, “Y’startin’ to smell like me. That okay with you?”

Steve hadn’t been able to answer in words, choked on a few pitiful noises, wiggled in Bucky’s grip but tipped his head a tad more on instinct in place of that verbal answer.

Of course it was okay.

In fact, it was so okay that within a few hours Steve had begun to build up a nest in his room. Even though Steve is a virgin, he knows how to make a mean nest, has been building up some of the best, most tempting nests since the 40s. This one is different, though. This nest not only has Steve’s soft items (his clothing, his pillows, his sheets and his towels) but Bucky’s as well. In his pre-heat addled brain Steve had apparently been under the impression that he’s sneaky enough to steal Bucky’s used linens and sweaty shirts from his room and move them to his own without the alpha noticing.

Adorable.

Just like on the couch, Steve’s cheeks had turned the prettiest shade of pink when he’d been caught red-handed with a handful of items from Bucky’s laundry basket. He had even tried to turn and walk the other way before Bucky grabbed for him, chuckling and wrapping an arm tight around Steve’s waist, dragging him with ease back to Steve’s room. Bucky had cooed and praised him, pressed sweet noises into Steve’s neck, into Steve’s cheek, telling Steve how sweet of an omega he was for making them a nest.

“Such a pretty nest, omega, look at that. Put my clothes in there, show me how you make it pretty, come on, Stevie.”

But the hours pass and then suddenly Steve is not in preheat; not anymore. His normally sweet scent starts to smell like a peach that’s just short of too-ripe, and it surrounds Bucky, wraps around his every molecule and fills up his lungs and blinds him with need.

They both notice the exact moment the change happens but no words are exchanged; they don’t need them. Instead, Bucky just takes Steve’s hand and leads him to Steve’s bedroom, to the nest that smells like them both.

***

Steve Rogers is fucking gorgeous. It’s not the first time that Bucky has seen him naked -- not even close -- but it is the first time Bucky has seen him naked and spread out like an offering in front of him, bared, cock hard and flushed and lucious neck exposed. It’s the first time he’s seen Steve’s endless legs and golden skin shimmering with sweat and colored by the warm flush of his heat. It’s definitely the first time he’s seen Steve lower his lashes and spread his legs -- sweet but shy when he shows Bucky the gleam of slick between his thighs -- reaching one arm out in a plea for Bucky to ‘come here, alpha’, to press his weight on top of him.

There’s nothing that Bucky can do to resist the request. When he lowers his body down to cover Steve’s he’s shocked by how small it makes Steve’s huge body seem all of a sudden, and the feeling makes Bucky visibly puff his chest out, makes the increasingly primal-feeling alpha inside him swell with pride. He presses his lips to Steve’s and kisses him with all the tenderness he can summon, pours all of his love and a century of want into it, does everything he can to make Steve feel safe and cared for and cherished in every possible way.

Time melts into nothing and ceases to be a part of them. Their bodies touch and sink into each other, lines blurring as they learn each other’s taste and touch and sounds. Steve is needy in his heat -- of course he is -- but he’s handing his trust over to Bucky so freely and so surely that it seems almost impossible to Bucky. He’s been with omegas in heat before but this is different, so different, and he lets his alpha instincts guide him where they need to go. Steve follows without question.

Steve is the most sensitive, responsive little thing Bucky has ever seen. It’s pure fantasy. The first time he slips a finger inside of Steve, Bucky thinks he dies. The inside of Steve’s body is wet and scorching, and it’s gripping Bucky’s flesh and pulling it in like it’s his cock already-- but it’s the delicious mewling noise Steve makes that sends Bucky’s head flying. It’s the sight of Steve’s pink little rim stretched around his fingers that steals Bucky’s breath. Steve was wet before but now he starts to gush, and that’s when Bucky knows without a doubt that there’s not a single thing in this whole goddamn world that can stop him from getting his tongue inside Steve’s cunt in the next five seconds.

If Bucky thought Steve smelled delicious before, it had absolutely nothing on the scent and taste of Steve’s slick in his mouth. Bucky drinks him in like a dying man, slurps at Steve’s ass like it’s the only source of nourishment in a desert and Bucky is just a lost wanderer stumbling upon an oasis of peaches and paradise. He fucks his tongue in and out right alongside his fingers, revels in the weight of Steve’s calves slung over his shoulders.

It’s when Bucky adds a third finger and seeks out Steve’s prostate that Steve really starts to fall apart. It’s a visible shock to Steve’s whole body, and he lets out a yelp that quickly turns into a moan, presses down into it before scrambling back like he can’t take the enormity of such a good feeling. The reaction only makes Bucky want fuck his sweet spot harder, so that’s what Bucky does.

Steve comes untouched. Bucky had barely given his sweet little dick anything but a few teases of the tongue, so it blind-sides Bucky completely. Steve is a vision and a miracle before him; he whines and moans through it like the pleasure is too much, moans out Bucky and alpha like they’re the only words he’ll ever speak again. His dick sprays milky white all over his toned abdomen and his eyes squeeze shut, pink lips falling apart in a perfect ‘o’ shape. Bucky knows immediately that he needs to see all of that again.

He dives back in.

***

Reality begins to melt after that, just as time had done already. Bucky’s own cock is rock hard and dripping and neglected but all he knows now is Steve, his omega’s taste and his scent and his noises and his skin. So when Steve’s stream of soft sounds and broken words suddenly begin to form a question, it hits Bucky’s ears but he can’t process it-- not when he has so many other things to focus on, not when he’s got Steve’s slick dripping down his chin and three fingers buried in his warm cunt.

But Bucky hears them nonetheless and he knows he needs to check in, can’t ignore his omega, so he pulls his head back with a groan and licks at the crease of Steve’s hip, laps up some of the omega’s come that’s pooled in his navel while he’s at it.

“What’s that, baby? Huh?” Bucky pumps his fingers heavy and slow as he talks, relishes and wants to fucking live in the helpless noises Steve makes.

“Buck, alpha I wanna...lemme--”

“Come on, sweetness-- speak up. M’gonna give you whatever you want, whatever you need, just gotta tell me what that is.” Bucky knows he’s being mean, knows his fingers are stretching the omega so good, knows they have to feel like a relief all velvety and smooth inside of him. Steve’s body trembles underneath Bucky’s touch there in the damp sheets of their nest and Bucky can’t keep his lips off of him: stomach, hips, the inside of his thighs.

“W-wanna put it in my mouth, alpha…” and Steve doesn’t say it in a buttery smooth way he says most things with confidence and purpose. He sounds hysterical. Bucky hadn’t connected the gasps and the quaking and the noises, but Steve sounds like he’s about to pass out from sheer panic.

“Baby, hey hey, omega. Stevie,” Bucky purrs as he slips his fingers from Steve’s cunt, drenched well past his wrist in slick, and crawls up the length of the blond’s body. He peppers kisses as he moves, slow and open-mouthed ones, not succumbing to the urge to rush things, to hurry, for fear of frightening Steve seemingly further.

God, Steve looks like an angel, Bucky almost certain that he is one. The alpha wants to eat him whole, swallow him down, become one with him in every possible way. Those ocean eyes are struggling to stay open, are full of complete devotion that Bucky purrs upon seeing but there is something else there. Not only is it visible on Steve’s features, Bucky can smell it in the air, wants to bite and growl at the way his Stevie’s scent has gone from sweet to bitter.

“Hey, whats’a matter? Huh? You good? Need you to talk to me,” Bucky whispers into the kisses he gives Steve’s plump lips. He wants to suck on them, wants to tear at them with his teeth, but that’s not what Steve wants and that is the only thing that is important to Bucky right now.

Bucky doesn’t know his chest is constricted and tight until it unravels at the first sight of Steve nodding his head a little bit. At the first nod Bucky is murmuring nonsense into Steve’s cheek, running his lips up his jawline, over his sensitive gland.

“S’alright, Stevie doll, you’re just feelin’ so much aren’t ya? Such a sweet thing, a soft thing. Y’can’t help it, can ya?” and god bless him Steve’s bottom lip trembles as he nods his head, hiccups, “S’a lot, Buck,” and christ, Bucky wants to eat him up.

“But it’s good, yeah? Feel good?” Steve’s whimpers turn into a whine, nods his head frantically, almost bumps noses with Bucky he’s answering with such enthusiasm. That enthusiasm quickly shifts back to that chaotic energy, Steve’s eyes welling up with tears again, so sensitive, and he’s mumbling, “Lemme put it in my mouth, alpha please, please, Bucky wanna suck you off, wanna feel...wanna fe--”

Bucky can’t listen to the omega anymore, knows that if he says anything about Bucky’s cock he’s gonna bust a nut right here right now. His lips on Steve’s are something fierce, are slick and hungry and move and glide with ease, give him enough time to compose himself.

“You wanna get your alpha��s cock in your mouth, sweetheart?” and just saying it has fire rolling down Bucky’s spine, has him licking into Steve’s mouth in a few seconds that get away from him. Steve wiggles, feels so sweet underneath him as he does so, whispers, “Want your cock in my mouth, alpha…”

And Bucky is but a man and a provider.

He’d thought that Steve gasping with tears in his eyes right after he came untouched was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen but he hadn’t seen the omega scrambling between his legs, settling on his front, looking up at Bucky expectantly. Bucky is a bad man.

He chooses to sit back against the headboard to better see Steve, to better touch and hold and praise him. He’s even more grateful for the structure against the line of his back when Steve leans forward and gives the gentlest of licks to the angry head of Bucky’s cock.

Jesus fuck.

He might say that out loud, isn’t entirely sure, but what he does know is that Steve’s looking up at him for guidance, wants to be so good, but isn’t sure of what to do with his mouth.

“Do what feels natural, Stevie. Wanna show me more’a that tongue? Yeah? Grab onto it, come on--don’t be shy.”

If Bucky weren’t a man of faith before he may become one the moment Steve wraps a hesitant hand around the base of his cock, sticks his tongue out and laps sweetly at the tip. Those pink lips naturally purse, follow that little pink tongue, wrap loosely around the tip as well and Bucky is certain the angels start singing.

“Yeah, baby that’s nice, makes my alpha cock feel good.” He throws out the ‘alpha’ almost gratuitously, loving the obvious effect it has on Steve’s hormone-filled brain. “Feel good in your mouth?”

Steve is the sweetest thing in the entire world, makes Bucky’s teeth ache, doesn’t even pull off his cock to answer. He nods his head, inadvertently bobbing it, whimpers something that resembles an mhmm, his eyelids fluttering gently. Steve already seems to be calming down, shoulders not as tense, breathing evening out, and Bucky doesn’t even try to pretend like it doesn’t make him feel like the greatest alpha there ever was.

Steve’s broad hands somehow look small wrapped around the base of Bucky’s cock, the thick shaft, but his lips look like sin, all slick and pink. Steve is eager as hell but hesitant still, looks up at Bucky as he moves his head forward an inch or two, holds Bucky in his mouth and sucks.

“Oh, shit, Stevie--fuck, baby boy, that’s fucking nice.”

Steve mewls and hums at the praise, pitiful noises, sucks a few more times, runs his tongue around the parts he can reach in his mouth. Bucky slides a hand through that sun-kissed hair, adds a physical sense of encouragement, of praise, into the mix. He knows it’s the right decision when he sees the omega’s eyes roll a little, takes Bucky a little deeper at the same time.

He can’t help but dig his fingers into Steve’s scalp a little, a motion that makes Steve’s whole jaw fall open, both in a moan and as his mouth goes slack at the feel of the alpha’s possessive fingers in his hair.

“Mmm, you’re even sweeter with somethin’ in your mouth, aren’t ya? You think you can take me deeper?” It’s a cheap shot, he knows it is, carries through with it anyway. Steve Rogers loves a good challenge, does as Captain America, did as a scrawny punk in an alley, does as a sweet pup of a thing between his alpha’s thighs now.

Jesus fucking christ. Bucky is so fucking lost on this man.

Bucky’s hand slides down to the back of Steve’s neck, grips it as Steve makes his own sort of rumble -- a purr -- the cutest little noise as he slurps and sucks Bucky down. Steve is so obviously gone on this and shit, that’s nice and perfectly sloppy.

“Look at that, honey, ohh that’s nice, pull back some, come back and--oh shit, baby.”

Bucky’s toes are curling at the inexperience lingering in all of Steve’s actions, the edge of teeth here and there and the subtle reminders that his omega has never had another alpha’s cock in his mouth. Steve is a quick learner, natural instincts kicking in, but it’s his eagerness that is gutting, that has Bucky panting with an open mouth as he looks down.

He wants to let Steve lick his cock sloppy forever. Steve looks so fucking calm and happy, and Bucky just wants this moment to last for the rest of their fucking lives. But it can’t, because Steve’s eyelids are dropping almost too low now and Bucky can tell Steve’s breathing is uneven and slow, like he’s having to force himself to remember to take in air. His scent is sweet and not bitter but Bucky’s still worried, for a different reason he can’t totally put his finger on. That same provider voice in the back of Bucky’s head is reminding him that he’s not here right now just to get his balls sucked. He’s here because Steve needs something only an alpha can give him.

It almost pains him to do it, but Bucky makes himself push his fingers into Steve’s golden hair, tugging gently to ease him off of his cock. But of course Steve won’t go at first -- tries to sink his wet mouth even deeper -- so Bucky has to slide around to frame his jaw and pull him off.

“Sweetheart, honey-- fuck, we gotta fuck you now.”

Bucky says it almost like it’s an apology, and he hefts Steve up with hand under his armpits and moves him bodily before leaning down, capturing his lips and kissing him full of reassurance, a reminder of the trust Bucky knows Steve has placed in him. “You need it, baby, omega. Yeah? Know you do.”

He can see that Steve’s feeling softer after actually getting to feel his alpha’s cock heavy on his tongue, after getting to know the skin and flesh and bulk of what’s going to be inside of him. Steve nods his agreement at Bucky’s words, shows him how eager and ready he is. Bucky kisses him one more time before setting out to move him where he wants him.

“On your side, baby boy.”

Steve nods his understanding, eyelids sweet and heavy, and he goes to move but Bucky’s there first, helping him. He makes sure Steve is comfortable lying on his left side before slotting up behind him, vibranium arm beneath him, flesh hand brushing over his hipbone. They’re close, so close. It feels like there’s not an inch of their skin that isn’t touching.

Bucky runs a hand up and down Steve’s flank, kissing the back of his neck and his shoulders, mouths into the softness of his hair.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

Steve brings his arms to his chest, grabs for Bucky’s hand and wraps them both around his own chest, condensing his big body into an impossibly small and vulnerable package. His head falls back to rest against Bucky’s shoulder. The sight of the exposed, pale column of his throat almost pulls another growl from Bucky before he gets distracted by the plump red of Steve’s lips. He can’t help but angle down for one more kiss, and Steve smiles into it, happy but jittery and all slowed up like molasses. He nods.

Bucky slides his hand under Steve’s top knee and uses the grip to hold his leg up, open, giving him easy access to Steve’s slicked-up entrance. He pushes three fingers in and finds him tight but ready, just like Bucky had made him with his hands and his tongue. He lines up his cock and, slowly, begins to push.

The fat head of Bucky’s cock pops in and Steve’s body tenses. Bucky expects noises, the same frantic ones he has been hearing all night, thought he’d have to tell Steve to lower his voice. But Steve doesn’t make any sort of noise, nothing, barely breathes, Bucky can’t hear it or feel it. His silence worries Bucky even more than if Steve had cried out in pain so he stops, tightens his arms around him, squeezes to let him know he’s safe, that he’s okay.

“You okay, honey?”

Steve nods, once.

“Keep going. Please.”

Steve’s scent is still sweet-smelling, doesn't give off the bitterness of anxiety, so Bucky makes the decision to trust the omega and push his cock in a few inches further. He’s halfway in when Steve does finally let loose a low, breathy moan, but it sounds almost strangled, and that’s when it hits Bucky-- that Steve is trying to be quiet. He stops his hips again.

“Hey, babydoll,” Bucky says, giving Steve’s whole body a squeeze of reassurance. “Y’know that I want to hear your sweet noises, right?” He kisses the shell of Steve’s ear. “Let ‘em go, for me? How else am I supposed to be the good alpha you need, if I can’t hear what my pretty ‘mega is feelin’?”

The last sentence isn’t even fully out of Bucky’s mouth before Steve lets out loudest fucking moan Bucky has ever heard. It’s like something inside Steve just breaks, because at the exact same time Steve pushes his entire body back and down, effectively impaling himself on the rest of Bucky’s cock.

“Fuck, Steve!”

But Bucky can barely hear his own exclamation over the noise Steve makes, something high and throaty and almost inhuman but also sweet, so sweet and so perfect for the moment and motherfucker Steve’s body is wet and it’s tight like a goddamn vice, and Bucky’s half a heartbeat away from spilling his load right now.

Steve’s sound finally dies down, and his sweet body lets out the most contented sigh.

Bucky is in, all the way. He’s inside of Steve. His cock is sheathed inside a hot, molten place that no man has ever been before, and Bucky has been through fire and ice storms and pain in his life but this--this is his best friend, the love of his life, giving up his body to welcome him home again.

“Steve,” Bucky breathes. He opens his mouth, laves wetly over the scent gland on the side of Steve’s neck, a comfort for them both.

Steve’s scent is even sweeter and warmer than it’s been all night, and it makes Bucky’s blood sing, knowing how well his omega is taking him. He loves that he can actually smell Steve’s descent into satisfaction, and even though he’s sure that Steve must be experiencing some amount of pain -- no way around it, even with the extensive prep -- his alpha instincts are so in-tune to Steve’s body right now that he just knows his omega is okay, knows he's finally getting what his heated body needs.

They lay like that for several long moments, sharing kisses over Steve’s shoulder and just touching. It’s no small amount of torture for Bucky to not start fucking his cock in and out of Steve’s incredible heat, to remain still and let Steve adjust, but it’s more than worth the wait when Steve finally does. Bucky feels that last line of tension leave his body, feels it when Steve sighs into his mouth, murmurs Bucky’s name, not even his designation, but his name.

“God, Steve lemme move, lemme love on you, yeah?”

“Alpha…”

That’s all Bucky needs, leans up on his elbow some, looks down at the spot they’re connected and--

“Ohh shit, omega. Ah, Steve baby, wish you could see us, see what it looks like when you’re full’a me.” Bucky’s voice is gravelly and he prays Steve can understand him, can hear him, pulls back the tiniest amount and pushes back in slowly. It’s his turn to shout, to drop his mouth open and let whatever noise comes out come out.

Steve’s beautiful, every part of him, and that seems to be the recurring theme of the night because goddamn if Bucky doesn’t want to weep at the sight of his cunt all stretched and just taking Bucky.

He pulls his hips back again, grip under the crook of Steve’s knee unwavering as he does so, a sweet little noise floating out of the omega’s mouth as he moves. Bucky can’t help but press his lips to the omega’s ear, wants him to hear every little noise of pleasure the alpha makes, wants him to know it’s all because of Steve.

They find a rhythm, shift like water, ebb and flow, natural in every way possible. Bucky almost feels like he’s dancing, a part of his body constantly in motion, constantly seeking out Steve’s even though he is right here in his arms, letting him in. He wants to touch Steve in such a way as this for the rest of his natural life and then some, never wants to have the omega in any other way. He’s perfect for Bucky, squeezes him so tight all over, takes Bucky so well, even when his thrusts pick up pace, when they break through another level of thinning restraint Bucky tries to keep.

“Bucky…” Bucky nips at Steve’s jawline in sheer visceral reaction to hearing his name said in such a way by such a being.

“Ohh, Steve, yeah baby y’feel so fuckin’ good for me. All wet and hot and fuck are you tight for me. That all for me?” There has been no discussion as to what happens after this but there won’t need to be one; they both know how monumental this moment is for the two of them.

“S’all for you, all for you, Buck,” Steve breathes, hand clutching at Bucky’s forearm tight across his chest. Bucky wasn’t sure of what to expect in terms of how well Steve would take him, how well he’s take to sex in general, but nothing could have prepared him for feeling his slick walls flutter around his cock as it moves. He feels it before Steve does, a few seconds later Steve rousing in his arms, gasps turning in murmurs turning into whimpers.

“Yeah? Just sayin’ this sweet omega cunt is all mine gonna make you come? Fuck, baby y’so sensitive,” Bucky purrs against his cheek, moves and hooks his bent knee in the crook of his elbow, presses somehow close as he raises Steve’s leg. His thrusts have picked up pace, able to hear the slick lewd noises of Steve’s accomodating cunt, his slick, and the way Bucky’s cock sounds fucking into it.

“Alpha! I...oh no, god not yet, Buck, I--”

“Shh, you’re gonna gimme this, come on, honey. I’ll make you come as many times as you can take but the first one you have on your alpha’s cock is mine, m’hungry. Give it to me,” and god bless America, Steve comes apart just like that, absolutely crumbles against the line of the alpha’s body. He grapples for Bucky, any part of him he can reach, and Bucky gives him that, brings his hand to grip Steve’s neck at the base, the hinges of his jaw.

Bucky’s worried he’s going to blackout at the sensation of Steve coming on his cock, of watching Steve come in general he’s noticing. The sound of Bucky’s skin smacking against Steve’s backside is beautiful but the noises that sound like they’re ripped from the omega’s chest are even better. Bucky’s whispering encouragement, blind encouragement, right into the shell of Steve’s ear, fucks into him with abandon now, snatching up the chance to do so.

“Fuckin’ hell, omega, that’s the prettiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life, oh baby love.”

Steve’s cunt quivers around the hot steel of the alpha’s cock, flutters and sings and tries its damn hardest to milk him of everything he’s worth. Bucky thanks the heavens that Steve doesn’t attempt to hold his noises back this time, letting them loose into the air in front of him, adding to the image that is Steve Rogers coming on a cock alone. On Bucky’s cock.

This first orgasm makes Steve like putty in his hands, Bucky holding him up, holding him close. He has to whisper a, “Baby,” to get Steve to tip his head, to meet Bucky’s lips over his shoulder. And he doesn’t stop moving, could never once inside of this slick wet heat, fuck. He’s worried Steve might reach that point of panic as he did when he had his first orgasm with the alpha’s fingers inside of him, which makes Steve’s next words all that more surprising.

“Want it, alpha. Please.”

Steve could mean anything but whatever it is Bucky needs to hear him say it out loud, needs to hear his omega beg, plead, ask.

“What do you want?” Bucky growls, demanding and starting to become a little crazy with it. “Stevie. Baby. Tell me your alpha what you need.”

Steve whines and struggles with his own voice, breathing tight, clearly still wrestling with himself and embarrassed by his need. “Want-- want you to fill me up.”

But Bucky can hear what Steve isn’t saying and he knows, knows what Steve really wants to say but he’s holding it back, holding it in, and there’s just no way Bucky can stand for that. He tightens his hand on Steve’s hip and fucks in extra hard, slamming in and grinding up, letting Steve know without words that Bucky expects his omega to say all of it.

“Fill you up with what, Stevie? Say it.”

“Your--” Steve gasps, stutters, squeezes his eyes shut to the onslaught of feeling, “--your knot.”

“Yeah? You want my knot?” Another hard thrust, and Steve lets out a high and feminine whine. “What else?”

“Wan’ your c-come, alpha, please.”

Bucky growls his approval into the back of Steve’s neck but keeps pressing, pressing in with his hips and his cock and his demands, needs to hear everything from Steve.

“Omega,” he warns, his unspoken ‘I won’t ask again’ earning a long whine from Steve. “Let it go baby, you're just hurtin’ yourself tryna keep it in. Tell your alpha what you want--”

“Breed me!” Steve cries, voice and resolve both finally breaking, and then it’s like he can’t stop talking. “Breed me, alpha, please. Need you to -- need you to gimme your baby, need it.”

The noise Bucky lets out can only be described as a snarl, pushed out between his teeth, nostrils flaring at the pleased omega scent that hits him like a bus.

“That what you want?” he grounds out. “Want me to knock you up? Huh? Gonna be good and take your alpha’s come, be sweet when I wet you up? Want me to fuck my omega and until he’s good and heavy with my kid?”

And Steve fucking wails at Bucky’s words, pressing his sopping wet ass down onto Bucky’s thick cock like it’s actually possible at this point for him to deeper.

“Yes, please,” Steve begs, “so good-- be so good for you alpha, please, lemme show you.”

Bucky groans and pulls almost all the way out before slamming in deep again. “God, Stevie I know you would. And you’d look so damn pretty with my baby inside’a you.” Bucky can’t stop imagining it now, can’t stop the visions that appear behind his eyelids of Steve all big and swollen with his kid, Steve walking around like that, bred up and proud and glowing. “Would be so sweet, I just know it. Know you’d take perfect care of ‘em, wouldn’t you, make ‘em just as sweet and gorgeous as you are.”

“Yes, yes,” Steve whimpers, “I promise to, promise, please alpha.”

“Come,” Bucky growls, demanding. “Come on my cock one more time, and I’ll give you my knot. Come and I’ll breed you up like my omega deserves.”

And Steve’s body must understand the words as every bit of the command that Bucky intended, because then Steve does come again, clenching down around Bucky like he really is trying to coax the seed out right of him and take him in, pull him deep, do everything that Steve’s omega brain is telling him he needs to do for his alpha.

“Fuck, baby,” and Bucky knows that’s it; he’s done. The base of his cock begins to swell up faster than he’s ever seen it happen and he’s almost worried that it’s too fast, barely has time to rumble into Steve’s ear that he’s “gonna come, gonna knot you, omega,” before it’s blowing wide and he has to thrust in as hard as he can just to push it past Steve’s wet and pulsing rim.

Locked tight in his arms, Bucky’s omega sings.

As soon as the knot pops Steve is coming again, this time untouched and completely dry. The impossible pressure of the tight, perfect cunt clamping down around him makes every cell in Bucky’s body explode with a pleasure so deep and so powerful that it makes his bones vibrate, makes his vision white out. His mind faintly recognizes a deafening roar ripping out of his own chest, but the only feeling that Bucky cares to register is his balls beginning to empty. There’s the carnal knowledge that right now Bucky’s cock is pumping his come deep while his knot keeps every drop locked in, keeps it right where it needs to be for Steve to feel every bit as bred up and beautiful as Bucky wants him to feel.

Still, blinding orgasm aside, Bucky’s hindbrain is screaming at him to do two things. The first is to bite Steve--to lay his open mouth down over the side of Steve’s neck and pierce the gland there, sink his teeth deep until his lips are tinged red with Steve’s blood. To claim him.

But Bucky doesn’t do that, settles for clamping his teeth down on the back of Steve’s neck instead, because he’s got just enough wherewithal left to listen to the second thing his instincts are telling him to do. It takes everything he has, but he shifts his focus away from his mind-blowing orgasm to zero-in on Steve -- on his omega, who is lying beside him and taking his first ever knot while coming down from his fourth orgasm of the day. Bucky’s never knotted a virgin before, but there’s something deeply ingrained in his lizard brain that tells him he needs to pay attention to Steve’s reactions right now.

He’s glad that he does.

It’s not long after the initial tidal wave of pleasure begins to ebb that Steve starts to squirm a little on Bucky’s knot, and Bucky would moan at the sensation caused by the movement if not for the way that Steve’s scent suddenly shifts. He goes from smelling like a sugar-drenched peach to something more sour, and Bucky instantly recognizes it to be fear. He stops biting the nape of Steve’s neck and smooths his hands over Steve’s chest and abdomen, soothing.

“Stevie,” Bucky asks, and he barely recognizes his own voice. “Steve—babydoll, what’s wrong?”

But Steve doesn’t seem to be able to verbalize his answer. His squirming becomes more frantic and is soon accompanied by panicked little whining noises, nothing like the sweet and euphoric sounds he had let Bucky pull out of him over the past few hours. Bucky realizes that Steve is trying to pull away— to pull off of Bucky’s knot— and when he gives it one particularly valiant attempt it ends in moans of pain for both of them.

“Steve, baby, no, no honey what are you doin’? You can’t—”

Bucky cuts himself off in favor of readjusting his arms around Steve’s torso, using his full strength to keep him tight and close, feeling guilty for the restraining motion but trying to keep Steve from hurting himself. Steve chokes out a panicked sob as he’s pulled backward, and there’s a terrifying flash of thought where Bucky’s afraid that Steve has changed his mind, that he doesn’t want this anymore-- but the thought is quickly squashed by the memory of how sweetly and earnestly Steve had asked and by Bucky’s innate, primal understanding that this is a common reaction for an omega’s first knot.

Right now, what Steve needs is for Bucky to take care of him.

“Baby, baby, relax, I’ve got you,” Bucky soothes. His cock is still working overtime, pumping Steve up with come, but Bucky ignores it. The omega stops struggling but his high keening keeps up, fearful little noises that break Bucky’s heart. “S’okay baby boy. You can take this, yeah?”

Bucky does what he can to physically soothe his omega, arm that was just tight around Steve’s chest moving up on instinct to the little one’s lips. It’s a risk, not anything Bucky’s ever done with an omega, let alone anyone, but it seems to work when Steve suckles his two digits right between his lips, against his tongue. Bucky’s other hand rubs and strokes at Steve’s belly, runs up his chest, across his pecs.

“Shhh, baby hush, please honey,” Bucky whispers into Steve’s temple, kisses him there. “Listen to your body. Feel. Breathe, and feel. I promise that you can take this, promise. Your sweet body was made to take this.”

Bucky presses a hand down over Steve’s lower belly, gently. He likes the way it feels for himself but he also knows it will be calming for Steve. It’s an unspoken affirmation that Bucky is the one inside him, loving him and taking care of him-- but there’s also a second layer to it, the implication that Bucky’s hand is touching over the exact place where new life might one day grow, where Bucky is filling him up like exactly like Steve truly wants; like Steve needs, even if they both know he’s on birth control because that doesn’t really matter. Bucky knows in his bones that this is the reminder that Steve needs.

Soon, finally, Steve begins to calm, his fingers falling from Steve’s lips as he does so. Bucky melts against the skin of his back and kisses his shoulder. He exhales, happy again now that his omega is going to be okay, and finishes his thought aloud,

“Made to take me.”

And Bucky can feel it, can hear it and smell it, the effect it has on Steve. His omega whines sweetly and relaxes, sucks in Bucky’s scent through his nose, exhales out the weight in his century-old heavy heart. Bucky knows his words are a reminder that Steve is his now.

They don’t need the bite, the biological bond -- not yet -- because Bucky has just become the first person to take Steve and he’ll walk through hell and back a thousand more times if that’s what he has to do to be the last.

Because Steve Rogers has Bucky Barnes’s heart, and if Steve is Bucky’s now then Bucky is Steve’s -- a million times over and a million miles deep.

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Happy Birthday Joanna!!! K and I love you, ‘till the end of the line.

P.S. Sorry we ran out of time to write aftercare. Just trust us-- Stevie gets his cute little asshole fingered and cleaned of Bucky’s come in a bubble bath.

UPDATE: This fic and its preceding head canon post (adapted) is now one story posted to Ao3!

#stucky #stucky ff #stevebucky #steve/bucky #steve x bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #a/b/o/#my fic #collaboration

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Drunk in love (One Shot)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When you’re unable to confess your feelings for someone, do it drunk!

Words: 2.6K

Warnings: mentions of sex, like two sentences I think, drunk reader, kissing, fluff

A/N: All the fics I’ve written so far include sleeping, so if that doesn’t say something about my personality idk what does hahahh

Originally posted: March 9, 2020

Feedback is truly appreciated! xx

Bucky was no longer the young man from the 40’s, this much he knew. Decades of horror in the hands of HYDRA made sure of that. The flirty and carefree persona was replaced by a much darker version of himself. Where he used to be funny and loud, he was now broody and quiet. So of course, when it came to love too, he wasn’t used to having feelings of fluttering butterflies in his stomach or goosebumps on his skin anymore. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t have them at all. Also his physical needs, and man, did he have a lot!

That was another problem for him. After having returned from Wakanda and settling in the Avengers compound he tried as per Steve’s requests and pleas to socialize and get out more and try to gain his life again in this new age. Most of the things were strange to him, he couldn’t understand a lot of things about the new times he was thrown into to live, but one thing was clear as a blue summer sky: no woman would want to be with him intimately. He was a monster, undeserving of any feeling of care or love and his metal arm was the number one proof for it.

So when Sam suggested just “hiring” someone to have sex with him, Bucky nearly choked on the sip of water he just took.

“No way in hell I’m doing that.” He rejected categorically Sam’s idea. “I’d rather go through Hydra’s torture all over again than pay someone to sleep with me. That’s just…” Not finding the right word to describe what he thought about Sam’s idea, he let out a long sigh and took another sip of water.

“Well, I tried my best.” Sam shrugged and left the living room, leaving Bucky behind only with his bottle of water and his thoughts.

It was ridiculous, really. He wouldn’t do something like that never in a million years. It was stupid of Sam to even mention it. But the more he thought about it, the more the idea sparkled an interest in him.

He couldn’t say he was doing fine on his own. He was horny all the time and now the porn and his hand weren’t doing it anymore for him. No matter how much he tried to deny it, or say that he was doing fine by himself, he really needed the feeling of intimacy that only came with another person, having them in his arms, bodies tangled and limbs messy from all the sexual activities he’d been craving, lately more than ever.

He was sitting alone on the small couch, kind of lost in his own head, when he heard three different feminine voices enter the room he was in. Their voices were not necessarily loud, but still cheery. He snapped his head in their direction, only to be met with the curious eye of Natasha Romanoff, followed behind by Wanda and Y/n.

Now if there was someone so perfect Bucky would totally lose his mind and his cool, was Y/n. He was totally enamored with her and she had no idea at all about any of it. She actually never even spent one minute more than socially necessary to talk to him. Of course, when all the team got together they would hang out, but she never really showed the slightest interest in him, so Bucky just kept his mouth shut and adored her from afar.

The three women greeted him and went about their business, moving to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of vodka from the cabinet and back to their conversation. They were sitting around the kitchen counter, nursing each a glass in their hands and talking about whatever, Bucky wasn’t paying any mind to their words. He was busy himself thinking about what to do with his situation. Eventually he got up and left the room without a word, after all, no one asked him where he was going.

When Natasha saw his tall figure get up from the place he had occupied earlier and leave the room altogether, she smirked and turned her full attention to y/n, her eyes piercing like daggers through her skull.

“So, will you ever do anything about your silly crush on Barnes?” She asked in a taunting manner and y/n nearly choked on her drink, her eyes wide with horror.

“Shhh.. Will you shh.. omg!!”

“Relax, he left.” Natasha replied and winked at her. “So?”

Wanda was uncharacteristically quiet, considering she always had something to say when it came to Bucky and y/n’s silly crush on him. This time she let Natasha do the work for her too.

“I don’t know what do you want me to say Nat. There’s nothing to do about anything.” If anything, y/n was disappointed too with everything going on between her and Bucky, or better the lack thereof.

She had been harboring a huge crush on the guy ever since Steve brought him to the compound, but she never dared to say or do anything about it, for several reasons. First she didn’t want to come off as too strong, not wanting to scare the poor man. He had been through enough, she didn’t want to make him feel awkward or anything. Then after all the time hiding her feelings and pretending there was nothing, she just became too good at it and she never found the courage to do anything to change it, already comfortable with the situation that was going on.

Everything was fine and quiet and comfortable between them, and most importantly neither weird nor awkward, so she didn’t want to mess anything up.

However, it was getting more difficult everyday to keep a nonchalant composure around him when all she wanted to do is wrap herself around him and lose themselves in each other.

Nat sighed and gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Let’s drink.” She announced and they bottomed up their glasses, getting a refill immediately.

It was a quiet off evening so what better plan than to get drunk? And it was working so far. They had been drinking all kinds of alcoholic beverages for more than four hours, and only near midnight when they started to lose the balance on their seats and started slurring out the words they were saying, did they decide to call it a night and head to their own rooms.

Y/n was walking slowly to her bedroom, not sure she was in the right direction, but she decided to trust her shaky drunk feet and let them lead her.

She was just turning around the corner of the hall to get to her room when she collided with a strong mass of muscle and was nearly falling on her ass from the impact if it wasn’t for Bucky’s strong hands gripping her upper arms tightly and keeping her steady on her feet.

Bucky couldn’t shut his eyes, neither his mind. Sam’s words ringing in his head, and a certain part of his body very much awake too. He didn’t want to think of it, so he got up from his bed and headed to the kitchen, maybe if he grabbed something to eat he’d go to sleep easily.

He was surprised to see y/n was awake, even less up and still walking around the compound at this hour, considering how late it was, but he couldn’t help the flutter his heart did when they bumped into each other.

He was very aware of how close she was and he couldn’t help himself but want to touch her and kiss her and make her his. He was desperate. He was craving her like the oxygen he needed to breathe.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked shyly and she just stared at him, her eyes wide in surprise, as if seeing him right now was the last thing she ever thought could happen.

She nodded her head slowly and closed her eyes for a second, only to open them again and keep staring at him.

“I’m more than okay. I’m fine. I’m so fine. You know, just so very fine.” She kept talking, repeating the word fine.

“A very fine woman.” She concluded. “Don’t you think?” She asked him in all seriousness and Bucky just gaped at her, suddenly at a loss for words.

He didn’t know what to say and he was starting to feel self-conscious, but that didn’t last long because she erupted in giggles like a schoolgirl. Bucky didn’t know what was so funny, but he thought the sounds leaving her lips were the cutest he had ever heard.

She kept giggling and placed a hand on his cheek, getting too close to his body, too dangerously close, but only then she smelled the alcohol in her breath and he narrowed his eyes at her.

“Y/n, are you drunk?”

Her eyes widened in fake shock and she leaned in closer, puffing out a breath in his face and then getting in a fit of giggles again. “How did you know?”

He sighed and tried to create some distance between them. “You should go to sleep.” He said in a small but determined voice.

Y/n only scoffed in annoyance but didn’t say anything, she let go of him and started walking to the previous direction she was headed. Bucky eyed her for a moment before letting out a short sigh and following her.

“Your room is the other way.” He commented dryly.

She turned around and gasped in surprise, as if she didn’t know he was there.

“Oh, Bucky!” She exclaimed happily and threw her arms around his neck, kind of hanging all of her weight on him.

“I can’t find my room.” Her voice was just a whisper this time as she eyed him.

“C'mon I’ll take you to your room.”

Bucky was trying to help her to her feet but she wasn’t having any of it, weighing down more on him, arms having gripped tightly around him.

“Why don’t you take me to your room?” She eyed him curiously, waiting for his answer.

Never in a million years he would have expected her to say something like that. Now that those words actually left her lips he had to make sure he hadn’t been dreaming. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat and helped her up, standing straight and supporting her own weight.

“You don’t mean that y/n.” It was all he managed to spit out as an answer.

Her brows furrowed and she pouted, actually pouted her lips. Bucky thought she hadn’t looked more adorable than in that moment. He wanted to kiss her pout off her pretty face, he wanted so badly, but he couldn’t.

She was just drunk and not in the right mind, that’s why she was saying what she was saying.

She sighed, looking upset at his reaction, but didn’t let go of him anyway, her arms still snaking around his neck, locked behind his head securely. She moved her face slowly toward his, and without breaking eye contact, she decided to open all of her cards to him.

“Oh, but I do.”

They were just four little words and was she not drunk she would never say them out loud, but she had been drinking a lot tonight so she decided to gather all of her alcohol courage and go with it.

They were just four little words but they turned Bucky’s world upside down, and he didn’t hesitate for even one more second before he crashed his lips to hers, kissing her hungrily, all tongue and teeth. The best thing about it was that y/n was all too eager to reciprocate.

His hands got locked on her hair, tipping her head a little up to gain more access and to deepen the kiss. He was so lost in the moment, in her lips, in her taste; he didn’t want this to be over.

But soon her hands were roaming his body and they were tugging at his shirt, trying to take it off, and only then Bucky came to his senses, cutting off the kiss. They were both panting heavily and Bucky reached to stop her still moving hands.

“Wait, wait…” He breathed out. “We can’t. Y/n..”

She was having none of it, trying to kiss down his neck, her hands trying to free themselves from his hold, to continue their path on his body, but Bucky was stronger than her. It took all of his will to get away from her and create some distance between them, but he had to do it.

“We can’t do this.” Y/n whined and she opened her eyes slowly to meet his.

“Why not?” She asked. “I want you.”

Her words were shocking to him. She wanted him? He wanted her. He had wanted her for so long and all this time she wanted him too. He couldn’t resist those eyes and those hands and those lips but he couldn’t do anything with her while she was drunk. He didn’t want to take advantage of her.

He was trying so hard to find the right words to say, to not upset her, but he was failing miserably. She quickly let go of him and looked at him all sad, like a kicked up puppy.

“You don’t want me?”

He didn’t answer. He wanted to, but no words were leaving his mouth.

“Oh my God!” She sighed. “That’s it right, you don’t want me.”

She separated herself from him and looked down, defeated. “I’m sorry, I just made a fool of myself.” She whispered and turned the other way to get to her room this time.

She had just walked three or four steps before Bucky called her name, his hand catching her wrist and turning her again to face him. She was just looking at him expectantly, not saying a word.

It was difficult to put all that he was feeling into words, so he just did what he thought would be the first way to let her know. He closed the distance with her again and kissed her, this time slow, sweetly, almost peacefully.

When the broke it off a long sigh of relief escaped y/n’s lips and Bucky smiled at that.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He said softly and she nodded her head, eyes still closed. He scooped her in his arms and made his way to her room.

The walk there was short and y/n couldn’t help but whine lowly when Bucky placed her on her bed and tucked her in.

“Bucky will you sleep with me?” She asked when he turned around to leave her room.

He sighed, tired, not knowing how he was able to resist her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea y/n. You’re drunk and I don’t want you to do anything you might regret tomorrow.”

Her eyes sparkled for a second, apparently an idea popped in her head and she smiled sweetly at him.

“I know, I know. You’re too much of a gentleman to have sex with me while I’m drunk.” She said and Bucky gaped at her for being so forward. “But we can do that tomorrow when we’re both sober.” She continued with a wink. “Tonight we just sleep.”

He smiled at her and nodded his head. “Okay.”

With that he got under the covers with her, and y/n didn’t miss a second before she crawled closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder, arm circling his torso. With that she let out a soft sigh and it wasn’t long before Bucky could hear her soft snores.

After all, maybe there was someone who could love him and make love to him without feeling grossed out by his metal arm or his scars. Maybe he just hadn’t looked in the right place.

He smiled to himself and let himself fall asleep next to her.

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