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❝𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑨 , 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝑺𝑷𝒀 , 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑶𝑷𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑹𝑬𝑮𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵...𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑨𝑵 𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹.❞

❝ 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐌 𝐈. ❞

OVDOVETYEYE is a private , mutuals only , mcu/earth/headcanon based roleplay blog for Marvel's NATASHA ROMANOFF/THE BLACK WIDOW. mun and muse are 30+ and blog has a mature rating. 21+ to follow. personals dni. scripted by jj.

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We owe it to everyone not in this room to try

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More than anything , Steve wanted Bucky to feel comfortable with himself. He wasn't naive , he knew that there was a good chance that Bucky would constantly feel a sense of anxiety around himself , and that wasn't his fault.

It was Hydra's...

But what Steve did know he could do , was make sure that he showed nothing but love and support for the other. Bucky was doing something huge here. Taking a chance to find new purpose for something that had been meant for noting but destruction for so long.

This was a step in the right direction. No matter how small the gesture , he was making an effort to try , and that spoke volumes to Steve. Bucky was stronger than he ever gave himself credit for.

Steve was still , while Bucky allowed himself to test the waters so to speak , making sure to not move too suddenly , or make any noise that might spook the other man. All he did was wear a loving and warm smile while Bucky moved his hand up his shirt , only to then move to cup his cheek with the metal hand.

He reached up , placing his hand on top of Bucky's , showing the brunette he wasn't scared of him touching him with it , or vise verses. Had it been used in the past to cause pain? Absolutely , but he had an opportunity to put it all in a different perspective.

❝ You did great Buck. ❞ His smile grew a little more , before his fingers laced themselves with metal ones. ❝ You did so good. ❞

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He knew it was hard for Bucky to trust himself now...he didn't blame him either...not one bit. The things he had been 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 to do , it was a 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆 that he would even allow himself to be this intimate and vulnerable with Steve. Each little allowance of seeing more of Bucky than anyone else Steve held onto , 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 it like a precious gift. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔. When the brunette stilled , obviously thinking over all the outcomes before allowing himself to reach gently take hold of Steve's now 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 hip. It was cold , but it sent pleasant goosebumps along the sensitive area near Steve's hips. Steve let out a shuddered breath , looking up to Bucky when he asked if he was sure...and a small scoff left him. ❝ Yeah Buck...I...I trust you. ❞

Bucky frowned slightly, still unsure. A quiet breath shuddered out of him as he carefully ran the metal across Steve's torso under the hem of his shirt.

The image of all the things he had done with his left hand. The lives he took, the people he threatened into submission...being the "fist" of Hydra. It was almost like pointing an unloaded and cleared gun at someone. You knew the dangerous part had been removed because you did it yourself... but that doesn't stop the anxiety.

He quickly pulled his hand away just to gently and carefully cup Steve's jaw with it. Bucky leaned in and pressed their lips together, a slow and languid thing full of softness and confusion.

He was very aware that that was not quite what Steve meant, but....baby steps.

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It was like their own special way of foreplay really. Laying there in bed with the love of his life , he listened to Bucky list off some of the nicer memories his mind would allow him to see when he dreamed. It felt like they were special words , meant only for the blonde to hear.

He smiled a big beaming smile , listening to each little memory Bucky would list , and relishing in the feeling he got whenever Bucky touched him somewhere along his body , whenever he would steal a glance , it made Steve feel like he was a teenager again , remembering what it was like to fall in love.

Steve chuckled a little at the comment of him being a third of Bucky's size , for Bucky he could imagine that being one of the more fonder memories. The times he saw Steve like that were likely the best parts of his past before becoming the soldier.

❝ Well , I can't do much of anythin about the third your size. ❞ He admitted , locking his eyes with those brilliant icy colored ones. ❝ Kinda stuck with the big lumbering me now. ❞ He scoffed again. ❝ Means now I can help with the heavy lifting...And other things. ❞

A faint smile crossed his face as he leaned into the hand resting against his hip. His head was propped up on his hand as he laid on his side.

"Just...memories. Never get *full* ones. Just...flashes of things. Little things."

"....your hands." Bucky grinned and laced cool metal with the hand laying on his hip.

"....your eyes." He lifted his head up, still keeping his weight on his elbow to hold him up, and brushed a warm thumb across Steve's cheekbone.

"....your mouth." The hand brushing against Steve's face lifted his chin slightly. Bucky placed a mostly chaste kiss against his lips.

"....you bein' a third this size, y'know, the little things." He cracked a wider grin at his own joke before propping his head back up on his hand.

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That comment about his begging being cute , brought yet another whine to the blonde's lips as he continued to place hungry kisses to Bucky's neck. He wanted him. That much was obvious. He'd wanted him since he even knew what that was.

❝ If you're gonna keep makin me beg , ❞ He teased , hands gripping onto Bucky's coat , his teeth placing a teasing kiss there. ❝ Then you're gonna have t'deal with what happens when ya tease me. ❞

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he couldn't help the quiet whine that left his lips when bucky spoke. as if he could be any more patient with bucky acting the way he did. it was almost like sometimes the brunette was TRYING to get him all riled up...and he wouldn't put it past bucky in the slightest. as if he was chasing for this very reaction. " can ya blame me? " he murmered against his neck , his lips brushing against the brunettes skin there. " you were flauntin yourself around like y'were bein served up on a dinner platter. " a shaky breath left him , a shudder trailing on the end. " you gonna take me t'bed already or are you gonna make me beg some more? "

He choked out a laugh. "Not m'fault I'm so irresistible."

The nights out on the town were mostly a ruse, to keep his reputation as the towns resident ladiesman alive and well. And sometimes the dates were nice. Sometimes they went further than just a night out dancing...but he always returned here. To this apartment. To the quiet stillness of Steve's arms, even when they are insistent and needy.

"Dunno, you beggin' is always pretty cute."

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Why didn’t you just stay down, mama?

Captain America vol 7, #1 (2012) (Rick Remender, John Romita Jr)

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working on a new reply banner for steve. as much as i love using individual icons , i end up with so many i get overwhelmed , so we are working on some new banners for stevie. what do you think?

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I drew my OG boys in the barbie meme format

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@skullsandsteel asked: ‘You should have killed me when you had the chance’

He was right about that , that was for sure. Steve had a bone to pick with Rumlow , and it only 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙱𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈. His eyes narrowed at the 𝙷𝚈𝙳𝚁𝙰 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃 , a stone cold glare in his eyes. He let him get away once . . . He wasn't about to let that happen again.

❝ Trust me , ❞ He started , his jaw clenched impossibly tight as he stared down the other. ❝ Don't plan on makin that mistake again Rumlow. ❞

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@adeadlyspy asked: ❛  everyone makes mistakes sometimes. it's human.  ❜

Steve smiled , and a nod followed to show his agreement in the statement. He was certainly a testament to the saying that was for sure. He had made his fair share of mistakes in his life. Many of them being ones he 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚁 𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙳 to this day. But as many mistakes as Steve Rogers had made in his life , he always believed that people deserved a second chance , whenever possible. ❝ It is . . . Also not human to make mistakes. Seen a lot of none human beings makin em'too. ❞

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Perhaps he was been a little 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 to get away from the nurses tent , but anyone who thought about it for long enough would get it. Steve was a medical mystery to many. The FIRST SUPER SOLDIER ── an impressive title , but one that tended to never really give you a moment to yourself when he wanted it.

Looking at Anika though , she wasn't like other nurses. Most nurses in the war were something else , but it was clear that while most of the women worked in the camp , she had obviously seen some battle wounds pretty close to the field. He smiled a charming a kind smile , looking down when she asked what he might need. He ran warmer than most , and could go with less most of the time ﹙except the appetite , it seemed like he could never quite get enough.﹚ ❝ I appreciate it Ma'am, ❞ He thanked her before shrugging. ❝ I'm fine on food and such , but I'll take hiding from the nurses any day. ❞

Anika rose a brow as she approached him, Captain America, and she tilted her head as she came to a stop before him. "I appreciate the health update, sir, but I'm only here to see if you needed anything," she replied, a bemused tone to her voice. She was wearing her nurse uniform, though nowhere near as pristine as the other women there. In fact, it was covered in mud and had some tears in the fabric. "Food, blankets, clothing, somewhere to hide from the fawning nurses perhaps?"

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It hadn't been the first time he had this conversation with someone , and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. The one thing the captain struggled with , even to this day . . . was what he was supposed to do with his life now that his life was 𝙷𝙸𝚂. He wasn't one of the men who got drafted , he had 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 , but it didn't change that once he took that serum , there seemed to be some questions as to that subject. Even if it wasn't a plainly put as others ── and the fact that he mostly brought that upon himself.

What had he wanted after the war. It was simple really. What the captain wanted was 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎. But that chance had gone away when Bucky fell off that train. He'd been a part of his life for as long as he could remember. It felt like life was just . . . happening to him , passing him by and leaving him behind by some sort of choice of Steve's. For what reason he wasn't 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎. ❝ Now that ya mention it . . . I'm not really sure what I wanted. ❞ He pondered that for a moment , before shrugging. ❝ Guess for a while , I wasn't so sure there was gonna be an after the war. ❞

"Right or wrong, it tends to be worth thinking about things instead of just continuing as things are." Q mused. He'd been doing a lot of that lately but he couldn't exactly admit to Steve that his host body had woken up and made him question everything. No, he would sound insane.

"That's a good point too. Sketching is fun but you need more than one hobby to fulfil a life. Hobbies or family or friends. My predecessor struggled a lot when he retired, I dread to know what he's been making in his garden shed lately." He smiled slightly. "Quite, not just technology but attitudes and the general flow of life... Hmm... Before you were frozen, what were your plans for after the end of the war? After the serum, of course, since I presume that altered your plans rather a lot."

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The beard's a new thing for a lot of people. If he was being entirely honest with himself , he was still getting used to it himself. He had gone so long having his face 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 all the time , letting it grow while he was on the run had been a choice he made for a number of reasons , but the beard had started to grow on him.

He smiled at the comment about him getting older , letting out a scoff before nudging the young woman with his knuckle. ❝ Hey , you gonna start with the old man jokes already? ❞ He shook his head. ❝ I'll have t'start wippin out the kiddos. ❞

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"You've gotten older.".

it may not be the best thing to say after two or three years of not seeing the super soldier, but what else was she supposed to say? especially in such a casual setting, coincidently bumping into him while waiting in line at a coffee shop. "It's still weird seeing you with a beard.".

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with the exception of a few threads , most of my threads are gonna be on queue based so i can focus on my other oc found here . i've been feeling her a lot and just not getting much time to write her , and I want to. steve is still here. this blog is still active , i just wanna give her the bulk of my attention. so that's where you will find me if you wanna get a hold of me quickly.

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He wasn't used to being asked which one he wanted , and the mere idea caused a shiver to leave the soldiers lips. Was he really 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 ?

Steve wasn't able to 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚎 the whimper wanted to leave him , and if he were being honest . . . he didn't really want to. He was too busy thinking about all the things that he did want. All the ways he wanted to feel the trickster's hands on him.

Words suddenly felt impossible , goosebumps shooting up his entire being while he tried and failed to tell Loki what it was he wanted the first time , another whimper falling from his lips before he was finally able to speak. Though , just barely...

❝ Want you t'have me . . . ❞ God he sounded pathetic , but again ── he was hardly able to care. ❝ Please Loki . . . ❞

Beneath his suave exterior, Loki couldn't believe the luck he''d had with Steve's permission. He was no ordinary mortal to be coaxed. The god felt his seidr thrum with the sound of his name upon the captain's lips and grinned down at him from where he sat astride him.

"How am I to resist? Will you permit me to have you? Or must I trust you to treat me well instead?"

One hand reached to cup the side of Steve's face, a thumb stroking with ominous affection.

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Pizza sounded 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 better than what he had managed to produce for the two. Steve was determined to help Bucky get back they way things used to be , but who knew that he would be getting it 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴. His cooking skills had suffered then . . . and nothing had changed that in the slightest.

❝ Pizza sounds great! ❞ He confirmed , grabbing for the heap of 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 and dumped it into the garbage. Again . . . not an uncommon ending to dinner plans for the two. That is , when they actually had the cash for it. ❝ Could even take the bikes. Might be fun now that I won't get winded when we reach the end of the block. ❞ He huffed a scoff at the comment.

"Well..... I'm sure it would have been a nice casserole at least." Bucky pointed out, looking down at the burned cassrole on the kitchen counter. Steve wasn't a good chef and Bucky was..... No better really except for pancakes and omelettes at this point. "Perhaps.... We should order a pizza huh?" He suggested, god knew he would eat that damn casserole to prove it was edible, but right now he was actually hungry.