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Road trip - Stephanie Brown x Reader.

Summary: You take your girlfriend out of the city to take her mind off things.

Word count: 1469.

Warnings: Descriptions of violence and injuries; Unsolicited advances.

She/her pronouns used for reader.

Author’s notes: I have little knowledge about geography when it comes to the USA, among other things, and doing research on it was a pain and led to very little, so I tried to be vague for the sake of it.

Gotham city was a shit hole, any bystander you came across in its streets will tell you as such, but vigilantes especially repeat to themselves the thought on the daily, no matter how long or hard they fight to defend its people.

Stephanie in particular has been trying extra hard this days to prove herself, but at the end of the day, she’s only human, a stubborn one at that, but human all the same. This becomes painfully obvious every time a bad move results in an equally painful injury, or worse, death.

Now, the blonde girl wasn’t by any means caught up in a coffin or out of the country for the time being, but her shame and anger from a couple days ago had her wishing she was somehow. That night on patrol she had been careless...

Robin and her had been paired up to blow an operation led by two-face, only to be outnumbered when confrontation took place. They had an escape plan, of course, and they were forced to used it, much to their distaste, but with all exits blocked, a portion of these men had to be taken down. In the process of it, Stephanie had successfully disarmed three of her opponents while knocking down the third without realizing that one of the other two had gotten on his feet again with a knife... That is, until she had to actively avoid getting stabbed, still receiving a deep cut on her side in the end.

Their exit went rather smoothly after that, but the fact that they had to do some running and jumping to get to their vehicles was not in Steph’s favor. She was loosing blood... That, paired up with sudden dizziness, led her to fall on the wrong stance, twisting her ankle.

Luckily, they were already at a safe distance and, with some support, managed to get to headquarters before things escalated further.

Needless to say, she was out of duty after getting treated until she recovered, and that had her going mad. Obviously she wasn’t any good in her current state, but the fact that she got there in the first place by her own actions was the more infuriating part. She couldn’t stop doubting herself, going through her mistakes in her head, and just comparing herself to the rest of the bats in general. It was hard not to in normal circumstances, but in “rest” mode? It was hell.

It hurt seeing her like that. It was already difficult to watch her get hurt physically and knowing she was risking her life almost every night, but whenever she brought herself down you truly missed her brightness and determination. You wanted to make her feel better, just like she had done for you several times by just being her open self with you.

So, you put together a plan to do just that. She had been complaining about the greys skies and dirty waters of Gotham for some time now, and since the city itself was a constant reminder and the direct cause of her current state and distress, you thought putting some distance might do her some good.

You also just knew she was going to refuse at first, making excuses about stuff she needed to do “now that she had the time”, but the fact that spring-break was around the corner was definitely in your favor, so you were having none of that.

Putting the beach card on the table as the final destination was ultimately what won her over...

“Okay fine, you win... But only because there’s this swimsuit I haven’t had the pleasure of showing off for almost a year now” she stated while pulling off a power pose “and no amount of gauze is going to keep me from looking amazing in it!”

“Oh, I never even had a doubt about it, girly” you laughed as she sent a wink your way.

After that, it was just informing her mother and team about the trip, getting the supplies needed, and you two were on your way.

You could see her mood rapidly improved the moment you left the dreadful city behind, only to keep getting better after that. Lots of stops were scheduled, especially in shopping districts, which Stephanie enjoyed, usually only buying in thrift stores because of the budget, but some hidden treasures were found for sure. You had brought meals and snacks for the trip but occasionally would stop on a dinner... In one of those occasions, some random guy tried to flirt with both of you, resulting in getting yourselves kicked out after your girlfriend used her crutch to hit him in the face for saying some homophobic shit after you both repeatedly told him no. That was a great moment.

Your favourite part though, had to be in the nighttime, were you either found a nice outdoor place to set up a camping space, or stay in a cheap motel with cable where you could both watch crappy films and make out during the boring parts. The closeness you kept to one another while falling asleep was bliss, and the night she told you about what happened during patrol and trusted you with her insecurities? Your heart ached, but you swore to have fallen in love with her all over again.

All those things led you to the present, where you found yourself grabbing the steering wheel, looking at the far blue line on the horizon while stealing glances at your girlfriend, who was now asleep in the passenger seat, her face calm and breathing slow and steady. Last night had been long...

Regardless, you both decided to travel your last few miles in the early morning to get to the sands in hopes of having it to yourselves for a while. And judging by the deserted parking lot where you were now pulling over, it seemed like you were in luck. It was time to wake her up.

“We’re here, beautiful. Rise and shine...” you gently rubbed her shoulder as to not startle her.

“Hmm?” She jolted awake and looked at the sea in front of her, then at you with a growing sleepy smile. You gave her a little kiss at that, not being able to resist her cute expression... You both separated giggling like idiots, the whole trip fresh on your minds.

“I got something for us, it’s in the backseat” at that, Steph looked back to find bags of take out food and a box of pastries on the side. She goes back to look at you with a curious expression while keeping the grin on her face.

“I stopped at a breakfast place while you slept. Thought we could get our blankets and have a little picnic, no?” you chuckled, suddenly feeling silly at what you just said, until...

“Awww baby” she holds you tightly in a hug for a couple of seconds, drawling on the nickname, before backing her head just a little to connect your lips in a slow meaningful kiss, letting herself enjoy this moment with you.

Your breath was taken away by her actions, and when finished, you couldn’t help the growing warm taking over your body. She smiles cockily, seemingly aware of your response.

“I loved it when you get all flustered...” you brush her hair to the side at the words.

“And I love you, all of it” you lower your hand and brush it againts her side, the one with the fresh scar.

“Oh? Do you now?” you nod and rest the side of your head against your seat without taking your eyes off her. She raises one of her brows and looks ahead while mockingly pretending to ponder on an answer, index finger tapping against her chin and everything.

“Mmmm, well you’re in luck, ‘cause I love you just as much!” she finishes with a peck to your nose. You squint your eyes at the action following her humorous body language, the two of you laughing softly at one another while holding hands.

When you deem enough lovely eye time had passed, you raise her hand up to your lips to give it a little kiss “We should probably get things ready, sunrise’s really pretty right now and I know you’ll want to get pictures once we’re settled”

“Why, of course” she takes your hand to her chest in an exaggerated manner, and you laugh while getting off the car.

And right there, as you both carry your things and take the first steps barefoot on the sand, the sound of the waves in your ears and a pale blue and orange painted in the sky, Stephanie feels at ease with herself... And you? Just about the same just from seeing her like this. Glowing like the sun.

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its-me-your-bicon · 1 year

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Rest like a woman - Selina Kyle x Reader.

Summary: Selina never stays for the next day... Until she does.

Word count: 2028.

Warnings: Swearing; Mentions of nudity; Allusions to past sexual activity.

No pronouns specified for reader.

Author’s notes: Sort of the next morning to this, but can be its own thing.

Of all the things you could’ve witnessed today, Selina Kyle laying on your bed wasn’t on your list of possibilities.

You didn’t think much at first, seeming as you were getting the hang of reality when first waking up. There was an arm under your neck, yes, but although she isn’t one for cuddles, the feeling is not unfamiliar. Surprisingly, she prefers to stay until you fall asleep before she takes her leave, letting you get close to her if you need to, anything to speed off the process...

But you notice it’s already clear and bright outside, and she hasn’t even put on some clothes yet. Memories from the day before come, and you soon realize...

She has never lasted this long on your bed before.

Your eyes widen at the realization, catching onto yourself before doing something stupid like checking on her pulse to see if she’s even alive. No, you can clearly see her breathing.

And now that you’re properly awake, that’s not the only thing your eyes catch on. You don’t think you ever had the pleasure of seeing this woman in her sleep before.

She sometimes pretends that she is, in fact, sleeping in order to get you quiet when she’s not in the mood to talk after having her fun, but it doesn’t compare to what you’re witnessing right now.

The hard and stern expression on her face is a harsh contrast to what you expected a person lazing around in her sleep should look like. You wonder if it might have something to do with the sunrays invading the room, or maybe your bed isn’t so comfortable for her, or...

Well, even if a million other possibilities come to mind, you don’t find it in you to make a move other than leveling a bit so that you’re resting your head on your shoulder while keeping up your silent gawking.

It was quite fascinating. Even if your gaze sometimes lowered to her naked form, it was never in a lewd way, just in acknowledgment. Something about her as a whole right now is mesmerizing, like a piece of visual art you try really hard to get the right feelings from...

“Stop looking at me like that. It’s creeping me out...”

You freeze. Not necessarily from feeling guilty, but rather from a hunch telling you that the next move was crucial if you wanted to avoid any ridicule from her. Selina seems to know, giving the way she’s holding back a grin when your eyes lock.

“Sorry... Just surprised to see you here, that’s all.” You say, but she looks skeptical.

“That so?” she hums, taking a moment to stretch for a bit with her eyes closed, not sparing you another glance. The sheet previously covering her upper body lowers significantly, and you know that’s not by any means an accident. “Thought I’d be well received here, with how eager you act every time I pass by and all.”

“Not sure ‘eager’ is the most accurate word to describe how I felt catching you struggling with my windows last night.”

“Sure. You say that now, but your body told me otherwise...” She spares your feelings and turns around to face you, hand falling on your hip to give it an appreciative squeeze, only to stay and provide a firm grip. You shiver.

“Of course you would say something like that.” You try to act annoyed, but it falls down real quick. The fact that she’s still here keeps processing, but the sensations are all there, making you smile. To your surprise, she smiles too, looking more tired than usual, but still collected in every way. You’re reminded of something. “Onto more serious topics, though...”

Her head goes deeper into the pillow, a groan filling the air before you can continue.

“Why did you struggled?.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, back there... Why did you struggle entering the windows? They’ve never been a problem for you. Not to mention you’re always in before anyone can notice you made it in the first place. That wasn’t the case last night. Why?”

“People get dumber and uncoordinated when they’re in love.”

“Selina...”

“What? It’s true...”

“Be honest, please.” Maybe you should’ve kept the next part to yourself, but a part of you decided to act up. “I saw you trying to hide your limping. That can’t be good.”

“Oh yeah? Then why not say anything last night when we were at it, hm? Feeling risky?” She sounds uninterested, but you could tell you were on the money by how sharp her tone got mid-sentence.

“I— That’s not—! Stop twisting shit around!”

A wicked smile appears on her face.

“Am I now?” she stands up without previous warning, and you’re left seeing her behind while she makes the effort to be as slow as possible in the search for her clothes. As interesting as that view is, something in particular about her stands out.

Bruises. Dark purple spots printed on her left upper leg all the way up to the hip. They’ve been covered by the sheet before but are now in full view in front of you.

“What happened?!” Is all you say, a part of you in shock. It suddenly made sense why she barely let you look at her last night once clothes were out of the way. “Why didn’t you say anything? We could’ve—”

“Absolutely not.” She has put on her top already, but the marks in question are still in sight. She’s not afraid of looking down on you in defiance from where she stands. “If I wanted to pass this one out or your help with anything other than a quick relief, I would’ve said so. Don’t you get it twisted, sweetheart.”

You’re in disbelief. A bitter scoff is all you respond to that. Why is it all so hard with her sometimes? Your worry is received with this bullshit, and for what? So that she can be the stronger one? For you to not ask questions? She knows you enough to make her judgments on your character, but you can’t say the same about yourself. Still, you don’t need to, but right now? Time to stand some ground.

“Come on, Kyle. That’s not what this is about, and you know it! I’m not judging you for whatever happened out there. Never have! But it’s obvious you stayed longer this time for a reason. And although I’m hurt that reason isn’t me...” you stand to grab and hand her the rest of her clothes, a soft offering of peace to come closer and keep a short distance between you two. “It still counts for something... You’re always welcome to stay low here. Y’know that, right?”

Her eyes don’t falter, but there’s interest in them. She takes the trousers out of your grip in one swift movement.

“Sure.”

Selina proceeds to dress again, not switching anything about her demeanour while doing a good job of not letting her pain show. But with how close you are, you notice the slightest frown in her eyebrows betraying the rest of her. You just stare perplexed, your best “really?” look all over your face.

“I’m serious! You should just rest for a bit in here. There’s probably people looking for you anyways.”

“That never stopped me before.”

“... It literally has.” You say dumbfounded. “Still think I don’t watch the news like... Ever or something? After all the scares you’ve put me through?”

That genuinely makes her laugh. It’s just a short chuckle, followed by her signature grin, but it makes you feel better (if only for a moment).

“You missed me that much?” She comes closer, wrapping her arms around you, playfully giving you a peck. You let it happen, but not so happily given how she’s been deflecting again.

“Irrelevant. Are you going to let me help you or not?” You ask, trying your best to look authoritative yet inviting. But your eyes betray you. There’s pleading in them, and she sees right through it.

“I’m saddened to inform you that I’m not currently interested in taking any form of charity or basic assistance from third parties at the moment. We’ll be in touch, shall the circumstances demand otherwise.” She makes quick work of going for and putting on her boots as she speaks.

“That’s not what I—”

“Aa aa ahm!” She reprimands. “I said what I said, dove. Let us leave it there.”

You sigh but do as she says. There really is no point with her. However, she stills comes closer just so that she can hold your chin with the tip of her fingers, nails grazing against your skin...

“Hey, that doesn’t mean us ends here too, pup. For what it’s worth, seeing you standing as you are right now is making things really difficult for me...” She takes an appreciative but quick glance up and down your body, effectively reminding you that you’re in the nude right now. You wouldn’t otherwise be shy or embarrassed about it, but Selina has her ways.

You try to look anywhere but her amused face, not a chance. She kept you in place with her arms and those vibrant green orbs.

Not seeing any way out, you cave and place several kisses along her cheeks, her nose, forehead, anywhere really. A silent response of encouragement. She tenses up initially, not still used to this type of affection from any of her lovers. But no effort is made to stop you. Instead, she retakes her stance and catches your lips in hers when they’re passing by. You smile, knowing something is working on her.

You take the opportunity to take a couple of steps forward, her still attached to you, to go and grab a robe placed close to where she’s standing on one of your walls. She feels the soft fabric brush against her clothed back and bare arm before she pulls away to look properly at it. Then at you putting it on. She draws her eyebrows together and puts on a fake pout at the view of you covering yourself.

“Killjoy.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around your stomach. Selina just turns and starts to head to your bedroom’s window... Self-explanatory.

“Leaving already...? I was just teasing!”

Selina doesn’t face you until she’s holding one of the handles in her hand. Her other hand used to follow her graceful movements as she signals with her index finger for you to come closer...

You follow her order.

As soon as you’re in reach, she takes her chance by grabbing the back of your neck for one last kiss. Funny part is, she manages to keep it up long enough for her to get half of herself out and hold onto the fire escape. She’s definitely not that smooth about it, given her injuries, but she manages to get it done with you getting separated at least three times for her to let out a few curses while you giggle.

She’s the one to put an end to it and back away when she feels ready to leave.

“Not taking anything with you this time?”

The proudest of smirks shows up on that old cat-like fashion of hers.

“That’s for me to know and you to wonder.” She winks at you, letting go of her grip and free-falling into the city below.

The surprised yelp escaping your mouth doesn’t come quickly enough for your eyes to follow her movements on the way down (or whatever direction she decided to take for the sake of it). So when you take a step forward to look downwards, no sign of her is in sight.

You shake your head. Show-off.

Selina Kyle doesn’t do “predictable”, but the fact that she went the extra mile to somehow compensate for her slip off today? Priceless.

She’ll mock you for finding such little things worth anything, even her time. But you don’t care, she keeps coming back after all, and you’re delighted at everything about it.

One can only hope you can get to that stage in which you make her feel the same enough to stay, but who is to say she doesn't already?

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its-me-your-bicon · 1 year

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To the rescue -

Selina Kyle x Reader.

Summary: Date night with a change of plans.

Word count: 840.

Warnings: None.

No pronouns used for reader.

Author’s notes: My first shot at some short stuff. Hope I did alright 🐾

Selina’s plans for tonight are not a thrill, and for that, she is not amused.

Here, standing outside of the theater in a large coat and surrounded by elite Gothamites, she feels miserable. It doesn’t help that she was invited to the opera by Bruce himself, as she is under vigilance, and he more or less insisted on keeping checks on her…

Stealing under said circumstances did seem intriguing, but she knew the moment she invited you that you were as good of a substitute as any. Barely.

We’ll see how the night goes.

At the very least, you can cover for her, and she can go on to think on how to make it up to you. A win-win situation.

Trouble is, you were late. And as indifferent as she may seem on the outside to the old foxes around her, she is a little worried. Gotham is the scum of the earth, and she sorts of regrets not giving you a lift. But she wants to trust you and your sense, so she waits a little more. Gloved finger tapping non-stop on her bicep as her arms stay crossed.

Just a little longer.

With still no sight of you, the man of the hour himself comes out from his car with Alfred’s help, attracting the attention of the few attendees still outside. Selina included. Rolling her eyes at him as her selected greeting.

He seems amused by it, or maybe it’s the Wayne son facade going around. Mysteries soon short-lived as she hears your voice in the distance, coming on her left, with your own layers of fancy clothing that she graze her eyes upon as soon as she spots you.

But sometimes else stands out. Your set grip on one of your arms under the coat.

“You’re late.”

“I know, sorry. But I have a good reason.”

She looks skeptical, and her eyes find Bruce again for some reason.

“I hope it’s not on baby billionaire level over there.”

Her suggestion makes you look to the small commotion, but you don’t think your mind can be bothered by it with the situation at hand.

“I wish... But not quite.” you move your fist out of its covers to show her the little furball hanging onto the heat you were providing. A small pair of kitten eyes trying to adapt to the light without focusing on anything in particular. Just wandering around before starting to produce small sounds due to its presence in the unfamiliar space.

Selina is quite surprised, not really expecting... That. All the same, she doesn’t show it all that much and instead frowns, pulling her eyebrows together.

“Funny. Wasn’t aware we were doing gifts tonight. But I’m giving you a minus for lack of creativity.” You roll your eyes, and she grins a little as she reaches out to give the creature a few strokes.

“It’s not like that… I found him alone on the streets. Crying and cold. What was I supposed to do? The theater was closer than my place too.” You look down at the little boy. “But I will admit your reputation precedes you. I need your advice. I don’t know what to feed a baby like this, and I have no pet edibles whatsoever...”

“Hmmm.” she hums, dissociating from the conversation.

She’s not sure how in control she is of this situation, but it’s not in her to deny an animal in need. Bruce catches onto this, somehow, looking at your interaction carefully. And next thing you know, he’s giving Selina a look that tells her she’s off the hook. He passes by the two of you while the rest of his companions look at your little friend as if he’s a bag of fleas.

“Ladies.” you hear him address you. And in a surprising turn of events, comes closer to pet the cat himself. Getting a few gasps and the click of some cameras around.

Selina just nods and goes back to you. A little annoyed by his stunt but keeping up appearances until he’s finally out of sight.

“I don’t think he has reached the first month yet. So whole foods are off the table. C’mon, I don’t have any mom right now, but there must be some kitten formula at my place.” She’s already moving forward to get you a cab.

“You sure? I could go alone if you’d rather stay...”

She looks at you, smiling in a daze.

“Do you even know who are you talking to, pup?” She grins. “Just get your asses over here so we can go.” Her head signaling for you to come closer.

The two of you smile while she wraps her arm around your shoulders, feeling the little guy curling up in your hand, looking for the warmth of your coat.

You make a mental note to pass her the bottle when you get there so you can witness what must be the cutest sight you can imagine her in. A cat-mom in her natural habitat.

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its-me-your-bicon · 1 year

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Better than that - Sam Wilson x Reader.

Summary: Coming back wasn’t easy, but Sam tries to be there however he can.

Painful absences, a renowned pet, and a trip to New York later, you come to appreciate your better half with new eyes.

Word count: 7221.

Warnings: Avenger!Reader; Cursing; Brief mentions of suicide, addiction and trauma (non explicit); Depression.

She/her pronouns used for reader.

Author’s notes: I wasn’t originally considering on writing for the mcu, since my blog has been pretty much comic-center(ish) and I don’t read much Marvel outside the x-men. I also think it has many talented authors already but... I don’t even know anymore ✍️😔

Whatever gets me to writes these days 🤝

“You okay there?”

The clouds in the sky lose their shape as you turn your focus back to your partner. Sam kept looking back and forth between your face and the road ahead.

“Yeah, all good.”

He sighs, involuntary so, and hopes it wasn’t too loud for you to listen. He wants to be patient, but the circumstances have built a wall between you, and the lack of communication pains him.

But that’s okay,

Things will be alright.

You were on your way, and that was worth something. Sarah was willing and waiting. Communities were going back and strong. You just needed yourself a reminder, he thought.

The blip happened, and so did other shit that changed your life forever in what felt like a second. You didn’t have much family left before, and their structure wasn’t all that solid, but they were there and hanging...

Not anymore.

The ones who stayed behind couldn’t take it. One way or another, be it through drugs, violence, alcohol, or just plain suicide, they left this world forever in your 5-year absence. The few others who blipped with you came back far too broken after the initial shock of everything that happened. And with you trying to make it more bearable for others (even though you were experiencing the same), it’s like everyone was just dealing with their own things. Never again coming in contact or sharing the same bond.

You were grateful for the team. More so for Sam. Sometimes they felt like all you had left, but it wasn’t the same. Most of the time, you were just colleagues, and while this meant you understood each other’s pressure in building the world back up, it was indeed a lot of work. You barely saw each other or had time for a heart-to-heart.

“You know, everyone’s excited to have you back. It’s been a long time... The kids don’t remember you all that much, but they’re cool with getting to know you. Not to mention— They’ll probably ask a million different questions about the job once they get close, you’ll see!” He smiles and chuckles, picturing the scene.

You try to return the sentiment, an empty smile on your face. “I’ll take your word for it...” you reassure him. “I’m glad to see everyone too. Don’t forget to thank Sarah again for everything.”

He huffs.

“Why don’t you tell her yourself?” The speed of the truck goes down, and you dread what’s coming with the meaning of those words. “We’re already here.”

Truth to his word, you can see the house miles ahead of you but still close enough.

Even without five years lost, it’s been way too long since the first and last time you were here...

“Is this going to be a common thing? You bringing in avengers whenever you manage while the government is sure as hell watching my back already?” Sarah points out while holding her little boy in her arms. It only serves to give weight to her statement... And you feel like your stomach drops.

What a way to get introduced.

Sam rolls his eyes and smiles, coming closer to his sibling. “She’s not just an Avenger, you know… Not today, at least.” He holds little Cass in a hug and looks at both of them with bright eyes. “I’m glad to see you too, sis.” She shakes her head incredulously, probably thinking the same as you. How could he be so calm with everything going on and the possible consequences of this visit? Even then, in a true Wilson fashion, you see a hint of a smirk on her lips. And just when you were thinking about how much she reminds you of the man in front of her, she looks over his shoulder and offers you a different kind of smile, a more friendly one. You stand awkwardly close to a wall not far from them, doing your best to smile and do a tiny wave.

“Suppose he’s right about one thing… For once.” She walks towards you. “Hi there, I’m Sarah.”

“(y/n), and please, I’m— We’re really sorry for ambushing you like this, I know it’s not ideal...” you say, still holding her outstretched hand. Letting go as soon as you realize it might make it more difficult with AJ on her.

“Let’s just work through dinner right now, shall we? No need to think about the outside. It’s better for everybody.” She reassures you. “I’m sure it’s been a difficult trip. Let me fix up two more plates for you tonight...”

“Need any help?” you glare at Sam. You were about to ask the same thing. He presses his lips together, trying not to laugh under your stare.

“Not in my open viewed kitchen, I don’t. Why don’t you watch the kids instead? Away from the windows, maybe?” they share a knowing look, and no reply comes after that.

The boys are left watching TV in the living room with you and Sam as Sarah goes out of the room, patting your shoulder and giving you a nod on her way out. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Your nerves got the better of you, but at least you managed to smile at her words. Sam watches the whole thing in detail, and you see him ready to tease you as soon as your eyes land on him.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“With that look on your face? You didn’t have to.”

He doesn’t hold back anymore, and you punch him in the arm to silence that laugh of his.

“Will you shut up? This is serious. We are in danger, and so are them now, because of us...” Your gaze goes to the back of one of the boys head.

“Oh, so should I just pretend you weren’t acting like Sarah was the scariest thing in the room a moment ago? Don’t worry, she has that effect on people.” you glare at him.

“Hey.” he grabs your shoulders. “It’ll be alright. We’ll cover for them if necessary. Why not take my sister’s advice and just focus on dinner, hm? We’ll need it.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Trying to see his point.

“Alright... Yeah, let’s do that.”

The memory doesn’t compare to how the encounter from today went. It was painful, awkward, and made you feel like shit. Sam carried the whole conversation (for what you were both grateful and embarrassed by). And you escaped with the excuse of getting your stuff to Sam’s bedroom for the time being. Only you didn’t do shit and were now staring at your hands while sitting on the bed.

Should’ve used the jet lag excuse, probably.

As you were thinking about it, your phone lights up, showing up a text from your least expected person.

[James: You guys made it alright?]

Now you just stare at the screen. Analyzing every other possibility other than this man writing to check-on on you, of all people. Bucky has... stuff going on. Him being worried doesn’t really set the best picture for you right now.

[You: Who’s this? And why did you stole an old man’s phone?]

[James: ??]

Imagining his face right now does seem pretty funny, but you’re still boomed out about everything, his stupid isolation periods included.

[You: You did NOT just text me first after ignoring my last message from 5 weeks ago...]

There’s no immediate response after that, and you wouldn’t be surprised if one never comes. So instead of burning your eyes into the chat, you decide to gaze at the water through your window. Not remembering having much of a chance to gaze at the moon reflected on it last time you were here. You think it must be beautiful, and make a mental note to pay attention to it when the time comes. Something to look forward to, at least...

[James: Things are complicated here. Technology, not my thing. Neither's mandated therapy, apparently.]

… Now you feel bad.

It’s not that you don’t respect his process, but it does frustrate you he never seems willing to talk about it. It’s only logical to wonder why he mentions this now.

[You: All good.]

[You: with Sam and the house, I mean.]

Too harsh.

[You: ...Us too. Don’t stress about it.]

The sound of the door calls for your attention, and despite it being your first day, there’s still a knock of warning before the door goes open.

“Hey...” Sam takes a short glance at you and the room around, eyes settling on your still closed bag. “All settled in, I see?”

You avoid his gaze. There’s no malice or judgment in his voice. He simply acknowledges, but it feels patronizing all the same. Still, You’re in his house, and It’s his sister you barely talked to at the entrance. Everyone’s probably waiting for you downstairs.

“I’m sorry.”

“What’s there to feel sorry about?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

He shrugs, coming closer to sit with you on the bed.

“Can’t exactly extort you if I don’t know what we’re dealing with.” he finishes with a cute encouraging grin. “Come on, Sweetheart. Talk to me.” He extends an open palm and places it on your thigh.

You’re... unsure, but willing. So you take it.

“This isn’t going to work, Sam. You saw me down there. I’m not in shape to play sister-in-law right now. They’ve been through hell and back these past years, so how do you think your sister feels at seeing a former hero trip over her words after a simple handshake?”

You put some pressure on his hand, not knowing how to handle some of the shame and hoping it’ll make you feel better. Sam immediately puts his other hand on top of them, caressing your knuckles and trying to make you let loose a little.

“You’re not a former hero. This is just a break. You’ll be back in the field before you know it.” your palm elevates, and there’s a kiss placed there. “Nobody’s expecting you to play a part. My sister understands our circumstances, and believe it or not, she’s happy to land us a hand. No judgment whatsoever.”

You’re not too convinced, but you give him a smile, the kind that doesn’t reach the eyes. Wishing you could believe his words…

Your other hand is still holding your phone, so you pull it closer to read the last message from your unfinished combo.

[James: That’s good. You take care.]

This guy…

You must’ve looked at it longer than necessary, for next thing you hear is Sam’s voice at your side. “Did something come up?” it startles you a bit, but he notices and squeezes your hand.

“It’s nothing. Just Bucky on the other side.”

“What do you mean nothing? Tin man still kicking?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Guess so... He’s been ghosting you too?”

“I had to get the number for his trash cellphone from his therapist. What do you think?”

You shake your head, a smirk forming on your lips.

What a mess this lot is right now. You’re not the only one struggling, it seems. Why not face the situation up-front, then? Put on a brave face for them, if not for yourself.

“Should we go out then? Take off the bandage and all that?”

It’s his turn to smirk.

“After you.”

###

It got progressively better as time went on, but it was sad having to see Sam go after only three days. His time with the air forces doesn’t give him much of a chance to stay for longer periods, you know that. But it makes you anxious and a bit guilty. He’s out there doing something, and now you’ll be left here... In the care of a family you know for less than a week.

“Get out of your head and gimme a kiss.”

You raise your stare, looking at the smiling idiot who just put his last backpack on the truck.

Damn, he got you.

Still, you shake your head playfully, matching his energy with a big smile as you approach him.

“So demanding.” He chuckles, pulling you close by your waist as soon as you walk by. And you comply to his wish.

The kiss is very sweet and simple in all the good ways. There are no silent promises or reassuring touches. Rather, it’s like a very intimate ‘See you later, soon.’ and you couldn’t ask anything else from him. The safeness of his arms it’s still there, and you trust him. He will be back. You don’t need confirmation.

(No need to get touchy either when his family it’s inside.)

“Alright, I finished working on the bike last night. So there’s never been a better time to go out for a ride. It’s there if you need it.” he explains after separating, still close enough thanks to your arms wrapped around each other.

“Steve’s old Harley?” you frown.

“Ah ah ah, remember it’s yours now, captain’s orders. Don’t forget. It could use some loving.”

You roll your eyes, planting another small kiss on his lips.

“Could say the same about that vibranium frisbee under our bed, don’t you think? Great gifts, by the way... You get an indestructible shield, a.k.a symbol of the nation, while I get a pair of wheels that I’m sure as hell going to wreck the first five minutes into the field.” All for the mite price of losing your friend with not much of a choice or say in the matter… but you keep that part to yourself. No need to upset him (further) when he’s about to leave. He's trying to make you feel better too, giving you tools to spend out your days without him, but now... You feel like you’re coming on as ungrateful, and it stings.

To your surprise, he only cradles your face, making you look at him. An unreadable expression on his features. The shield is a delicate topic at the moment. And yet, he’s not faced at its mention or Steve’s. He’s after something else.

“Are you finished?” he murmurs, and you swallow. Wondering what he’ll say next.

But he doesn’t speak… Instead, he just squeezes you into a hug, one that lasts longer than necessary but makes you close your eyes in tranquility. He’s not mad at you. You think he should be, but he isn’t. And you’re so glad. It’s hard not to be mad at yourself most days. You don’t know what’ll you do if Sam joins that wagon.

In all honesty, he wants to talk about it. Let you express yourself, tell you things about him too. But now’s not the time. He’s about to hit the road and would hate to leave you vulnerable around people you don’t fully connect with, not yet anyways. He hopes the movements of his hand caressing the small of your back can do the job for now, before it’s time to separate and meet your eyes again.

“Just use the damn bike. I worked hard in it, damn it!”

You laugh, genuinely this time. The stern expression on his face is too funny not to, and you notice how hard he’s trying to resist the urge to burst himself.

“Ok, fine. Orders received. Now go... They’re waiting for you, bird-man.” He looks at the sky while rolling his eyes at the nickname, smiling again when you give him one last kiss.

You keep the goodbyes short after that, him having to go and depart. Your eyes following until he is out of sight...

Entering the house after that was strange. The boys were playing video games close by as you met Sarah’s gaze from across the room, sitting on a table and scribbling on a notebook. She nods towards you and gives you a sympathetic smile. You don’t want to take it as pity, but your mind is playing tricks on you. Hoping not to feed onto these ideas, you offer to cook for the day, and she thanks you for it.

Yep, that’ll have to do.

Other stuff will come eventually to keep you busy.

###

Getting a job in town wasn’t the hardest thing in the world. You were originally just planning on helping Sarah around, and the kids had been sweet enough to show you how most things worked, so she didn’t have to. It’s also where you found they felt most comfortable around you, so it was great. However, people were curious and always willing to talk. You heard all kinds of stories, messages of gratitude and encouragement, along with the occasional anecdote of Sam playing hero before he even joined the troops. Of course, it felt awkward just to stand around and listen, so nowadays, you do all kinds of tasks for all sorts of people.

They were nice to have around, and you understood why Sam was so set on spending most of his free time here. You thought it was because of Sarah and the kids (since he didn’t see them growing up). And that perhaps your own situation was a reminder of how lucky he still was. But there was truly something about the place. You thought he was biased when he told you stories about his childhood, but you had no such bounds and now understood what he was talking about all along.

You can feel Sam’s playful tone in your head saying: “I told you so.” on the way back from fixing Ms. Lewis’ roof while her husband works by the docks. But thinking about him keeps you both going and feeling downcast. Here, everyone knows who he is, so you feel more like an extension of him rather than yourself. Conversations always circle back to him at some point, and it’s ridiculous.

The thought kept you going on autopilot until you were on said man’s room. Reflecting some more on it before you come to your senses and a rather discouraging conclusion: Although day-to-day mundanity in your new lifestyle was positive, finding new things to envy your partner for is not one of them.

You feel bad viewing it like that. More so for not being able to say it to him properly… But God knows Samuel Thomas Wilson has his own battles going on. You don’t want him to feel like you are minimizing them. But who to talk to if not him? Not for answers, pity, or rightful advice, but maybe… Just understanding.

Going through your contacts, the one who stands out to you the most makes for a possible answer: Bucky.

You doubt he’ll just offer you a shoulder or even answer the phone these days, but there are other ways you can go and see him if, only just to bother his ass. You know where he’s staying, and there’s a perfectly functional Harley Sam’s insisting on you to use. Isn’t that a sign? It’s starting to feel like it is...

###

Trash. This idea was trash.

Sitting by the small diner of the lousy Virginia motel you’re staying in, that’s basically all you could think of. No, wait. It’s actually a coping mechanism to avoid relieving how things went down before you left.

You didn’t tell Sam about it, not sure if he’ll agree or even receive the message wherever he was now. And while you obviously had to tell Sarah, you didn’t dare until morning had come.

She was not amused.

“Brooklyn? It’s that... Wise? Right now?”

“I’ll be safe... It’s Bucky we’re talking about, y’know? Two avengers are better than one, all things considered.” you try to joke, but it comes out poorly when you say it out loud.

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t want to be ungrateful, really. To you or the town! God no, you all been wonderful. And I’m not moving away. The trip would be longer than the stay anyways—”

“Okay, stop stop.” She waves her hand in front of her face. “There’s really no need for all that. Relax.” Your bewildered expression is funny to her. It reminds her of the boys when she tells them to go home early from the market. She’s not going to say it, though, as it might be inappropriate, but a smirk still graces her lips. “This ain’t some ward, and I’m not here to tell you what to do or where to be. It’s just that...” her face sours, not sure how to approach the next subject. “Sam might be coming home later this week. I find the timing odd, that’s all...” Ah. There it is. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at yet another mention of him when this is your decision. “Did something happen between you two?” Your body stiffs, knowing she’s onto something. But there’s no need to worry her now. You’ll figure it out.

“Everything’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Alright... Cool, then. Just call or text if you need anything. I hear what you’re saying. Really. I just don’t know anything about this guy... Doesn’t seem like my brother’s favorite person these days.” She says, referring to the super-soldier.

“Well, he is one of mine, so...”

It just felt kind of dumb now. All of it. The way you left, how you haven’t talked to Sam in days, and Bucky, who doesn’t even know you’re coming. He never wrote you back after your arrival at the Wilson’s. And you purposely avoided messaging him, in case you got cold feet. The trip was kind of impulsive, after all...

Needless to say, you’re still undecided on whether to keep going or just turn around.

While you’re thinking about all the possible ways two different men will hate you for being ‘spontaneous’ at a time like this, a movement on the corner of your eye catches your attention. Not far from where you sit, a pair of blue eyes stare at you. Only they don’t belong to a person, no. But rather, a skinny white cat with a tired face. (Well, you think it’s white, but it’s hard to tell with all the grime in its coat.)

Poor thing must be thirsty. Cats are very clean creatures by nature. So, if this one got to this state, it probably couldn’t physically wash after itself. You don’t risk coming any closer, instead opting to go and find some water to offer along with your dinner.

The cat seems wary at first, but once you put on some distance, it accepts the offer eagerly. You smile, trying to appreciate the moment for what it is before you’d have to think about anything else again. It’s a female, you notice, as soon as she turns away from you.

“Another girl, huh? Sweet. You up for some boys gossip? I could go all night...” She looks up, licking her mouth and listening to the sound of your voice. Nothing else about you catches her interest, so she resumes her feast.

You chuckle, deciding to take the hint and leave her to it.

###

Waking up the next day, there are two lost calls on your screen, both with the name of your partner on it. Because a night free of guilt was too much to ask, so the day has come to punish you.

As much as you want to whine about it, getting ready to continue the trip was calling to you. You know it’s a matter of time before he inevitably reaches you or straight off flies you from New York himself.

But after finishing dressing up and gathering your things, you find that a nice surprise awaits you the moment you open the door. The cute blue-eyed kitten from last night was resting at your doormat, her face abandoning the traces of sleep in favor of looking up at you, expectant.

“Hi!” You go on your knees, taking your chances with her personal space, and notice her coat is much cleaner. “Sorry, I don’t have anything on me right now...” She does a little roll and purs, asking for a different kind of attention. Her eyes never leaving yours. You comply, giving her a few strokes, a smile on your lips.

It quickly disappears the moment your phone starts to ring, though.

Crap. You don’t need to look at your screen to know who that is.

“Yes?”

“Where the hell are you? Why do I find through my sister that you’re headed to New York?” The sound of Sam’s labored breathing comes from the other line.

“Are you home?” You ask, in case that’s what’s bothering him. You’ll like to know for yourself too. But he sighs before responding, not liking you changing the topic.

“No, but I should be soon. Two days top. Now answer me.”

“You’ll think it’s silly.” He’s already chuckling at that statement alone. It sounds more dubious than anything. Like he’s adding a heavy laugh in favor of not getting anymore pissed. But it serves your point.

“Try me.”

“I—” Shit. You really don’t want to talk about yourself now, not through the phone anyways. But what to say instead? The only thing on your mind right now is commanding your free hand to caress the cat’s fur. And so, at a loss for words, you decide to wing it from there. “I was asked by Bucky... To look after his cat… Yes...” You cringe at your choice of words. It sounds so stupid. Even you struggle to imagine Buck with a pet.

“What?”

“Come on, you heard me…”

“Since when does Barnes have a cat?” since now, apparently.

“It’s a therapy thing... Didn’t he tell you?” it was as good of a try as any. You know they’re not on speaking terms (even if it’s one-sided), which will make it harder for him to confirm this information with the man himself. It’s not the perfect plan, but it’s something. And judging by the silence that stretches onto the phone, you think he’s revising the same points as you.

“You better not be shitting me right now.” he says, somehow both exasperated and amused. “Do send some pictures. Must be a mean-looking cat.” And as if on cue, the creature resting her head on your lap stands up, going on her back paws to sniff the phone to where Sam’s voice is coming from.

“Sure, no problem.”

“And be sure to sneak Bucky in them. We could use the blackmail material.” Fuck, you know what he’s doing, and god does that smug tone on his voice irritates you.

“Fine, whatever.”

“And, Sugar?” you shrink.

“Yes…?”

“Call me when you get there, alright?” you close your eyes, letting out the breath you were holding and suppressing a smile.

“Alright. Will do.”

He bids you goodbye and hangs up, leaving you alone with the furball still on your face.

“You heard that? I’m in trouble now.” you tell her in a high-pitched voice, stroking under her cheeks and chin, watching as her eyes close in pure bliss. Shit. The matter at hand now is: Not only is Bucky unaware you’re visiting. But now you need to drag him into your relationship problems by getting him a cat for a stupid picture.

You could find another cat in Brooklyn to go along with this circus…

Or...

As crazy as it sounds, the moment you held her onto your jacket and watched how comfortably still she stayed against you, you were sold. This girl was coming with you. You’ll worry about the rest of the details on given time.

###

Bucky’s not an idiot. He knows when a door’s been forced, and his has. Now, it’s been a long day… Understandably, he’s ready to beat the crap out of this person instead of opting for the civilian thing to do and call for help.

He’s not carrying guns, but he doubts he’ll need them against whoever did such a bad job covering their tracks. It’s best to go all-in and shock them for a start, he thinks.

With a single kick, the door is down, and he barges in only to hear your voice as you step out of his kitchen.

“What the hell, Barnes?!” his eyes widen. The realization of having you in front of him hitting, but it doesn’t stop him from defending himself.

“Hey, I could ask you the same thing! Why are you in my place?”

“Could’ve fooled me. Christ, do you ever plan on getting it furnished? You don’t even have a bed.”

“That’s not— Why is there a cat in here?!”

The initial commotion had scared your new friend into hiding, but the sound of your voices intrigued her enough to come out. She goes on to eye Bucky, curious.

“Surprise...?” if stares could kill, Bucky wouldn’t feel so low on arsenal right now. “Look, I need a favor. I messed up and— I’m not here because of that, by the way. Coming might have been the mistake, actually. But anyhow...” you trail off after seeing your— his cat going up to him, outwardly confident. “I’ll explain… Over dinner, maybe?” an innocent smile is your last shot, but you’re a little too distracted by the scenery of him kneeling down to pet his new buddy.

He still sighs, unable to help himself.

“Alright, but you pay. I’ll call in. No way I’m leaving before I fix that door.”

Tsk Tsk.

“That was kind of your fault, buddy. A kick-down, really?”

“How about calling me like a normal person next time, huh?”

“Hey! This wouldn’t have happened if you could just give me a key like you were asked. I’m your emergency contact for a reason, remember?” He gives you a look, and you fear the force he could use around the neck he’s currently scratching, but it’s an endearing sight. You just had to tease him about something.

“You’re never going to let that one go, are you?”

“Never.”

Opening up to Bucky was not easy either. But you found that sharing take-out and a couple of beers on the floor was the setting you desperately needed. There was some common ground for the two of you to talk about too: Steve’s decision, old regrets, the fallen ones, new pathways, and just the overall feeling of disconnection you get after it all comes down. You did most of the talking, to no one’s surprise, but he didn’t mind. He’s been meaning to catch up, but it never seemed like the right time on his head. A weight had been lifted from his shoulders by having you take the first step. That didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling out of place sometimes. Not able to relate to your relationship problems or just having trouble comforting you when he feels like you need it. Having the cat close by (now been named Alpine after lots of teasing) did help him feel grounded in these moments.

“So what I’m getting is that... Sam’s been helping you through this setback. But you feel that, despite his good intentions, it’s been a reminder of all the things you’ve lost, and you’re growing bitter at the comparisons. Yes?” He says meticulously, not sure where he’s going with this recap.

You consider his words with mixed feelings. “Well, I guess so. But there’s more to it, you know? I—” you take a deep breath, rubbing your fingers through your forehead. “I just feel so useless sometimes.” you finally admit. “And it’s like, I just know that’s one of the reasons Sam thought he had the greatest idea keeping me in Delacroix. To feel like maybe I’m doing something, small things, keeping his family safe and stuff. I know I’m no good in the field right now and that I should let myself grieve, but that’s—” you feel a knot in your throat as tears threaten to fall down. “That’s what I feel most guilty about every-fucking-day, Buck. I couldn’t save them. The world is broken. And now I’m broken with it too. Incapable of doing anything to fix it...” You want to go deeper into your despair but feel too much responsibility over Bucky to throw a scene like that in front of him.

Instead, you just weep, hoping that will let out the remaining pieces you keep to yourself. And Bucky just stares.

He knows he can’t fully grasp the reality of your situation, but he still very much understands every emotion going through your head right now. Guilt, terror, grief, and shame, to name a few. He can’t stay on just listening or emulating now. It doesn’t sit well with him when others do so in his presence.

“You’re not useless... Far from it, actually.” he makes sure you’re staring at him now, connecting both of your stares. “Listen, there’s only so much one of us can take before we’re damaged for life. And you can’t expect your efforts to be... Solid, all the time. You’re not a machine. As someone who’s been treated and pulled around like one, believe me: there’s nothing to strive forward in that.” there’s a pause, a fear that things might be getting a bit too personal palpable in the air. “I get that you might be thinking small, wanting to be on Sam’s level maybe, but he’s not an exception, you know? He’s been where you are, dedicated his life to help others like him too. Maybe... Tell him what you said tonight... I know I’ll probably mess up giving you advice, so going to him is your best shot at this. He might mess up too, others things might come up, but make sure to tell him what you want from him... What kind of help, perhaps. That’s... That’s all I have now. Sorry.” He lowers his gaze, going over his words as he can. Watching Alpine scavenging through the empty boxes provides a small distraction.

But there’s some truth in what he’s saying, you think. You figure he must feel alienated from yours and Sam’s history, so for him to remember some of those details and keep his advice down to earth, it sure is something.

You still got tears in your eyes, thinking about the effort these people put into making you feel better and wishing you could do the same in doing your part. But Bucky has a point: you can, and you will. Maybe a chat can make the difference... Make you finally admit what you came here for.

Running away is not how you want things to get done. Bucky knows enough about that too. But would rather see you accomplish things he believes are far too gone for him. You’re friends, after all…

“A short ‘you’re only human, doll’ would have sufficed, James.” you say in a muffled laugh, trying to lift up the mood.

He groans, knowing you’re joking but still annoyed at himself for thinking he over-shared.

“Still... Thank you. And don’t listen to your head. You’re a good friend.” there’s not much else you can say to him to prove it, so you act on it instead. Coming closer, you press a kiss to his cheek and give him a smile. Making sure he’s watching as you fondle with Alpine’s ears and give her a conspirational wink.

“Are gonna keep her?” you ask, curious.

“I don’t know, maybe.” That sounds an awful lot like a yes in your head, so you beam.

“But you’re still going to let me take the pictures, right? I need them...” you bargain, showing him a pout so he’ll comply.

He sighs, annoyingly so, knowing he’ll give in. Wanting nothing more than to murder Sam right now for this one.

###

Bucky wasn’t the least bit offended when you didn’t stay the night (not that he had much to offer for you to sleep in anyways). He was happy you were facing your fears and making use of the limited time you and Sam had.

You couldn’t say the same about yourself.

Making the trip on your bike was perhaps the worst idea you had all week. The time that took getting back to Louisianna made of your mind your own personal hell. A simple flight would’ve been nice, but it didn’t feel right leaving Steve’s Harley with Bucky. He said it was alright, but you didn’t want to risk it. It could’ve affected him, and you wouldn’t have that, not after what he’s done for you.

But it was hard not to overthink the whole thing.

Sam knew you were coming back, but he didn’t comment further. Was he still mad? Could he be called in before you made it? You hope not. If this trip was doing things to you, you couldn’t imagine a few more weeks without talking to him.

You barely slept, made sure to make the fewest stops possible too so that you could ease your mind into thinking you were doing enough, that he wouldn’t have to wait long.

Unfortunately, that meant you hit home after hours, not too long before dawn, but everything still dark on the outside.

Wishing not to wake up the entire household, you don’t drive close enough to the entrance. But are still surprised to see the man that’s been plaguing your thoughts sitting on the porch, waiting for you.

Your eyes meet for a long time, with you don’t find it in your system to move. It’s Sam who decides to stand up, and you react by meeting him halfway, trying to speed up the process. Despite all of your doubts, you still missed him dearly.

You’re sure to tell him as much as you hug him tight, listening to his soothing voice reassuring you that he felt the same.

“You shouldn’t have waited me up.”

He shrugs.

“Couldn’t sleep... Who said anything about you anyways?” he tries to joke, giving you a smile as soon as he sees a little grin on your lips.

“I deserved it... I deserve worse than that, actually, with how things have been.”

“Hey now—”

“Please... Hear me out, okay?” you give him a look, trying to convey the purpose of this conversation and how important it is to you. Sure enough, he nods, but still carries a worried frown on his face.

“I haven’t been the greatest partner, sister... Or even a friend. Hell, I haven’t been the nicest to myself either. I just...” nerves get a bit higher, seemingly telling you that it’s not worth it, but you decide not to listen. “I feel like there’s a lot on my shoulders, and also this baggage you been carrying for me in the last couple months... Ever since we came back, the world’s been moving so fast, life has changed so much. It’s hard to keep up sometimes... You seem to be doing fine most of the time. And were just so eager to help me, that I thought... 'Why not? There’s nothing else I can lose anymore', or at least I’ve been telling myself that... But I see now that I was mostly afraid. Afraid that if I didn’t put in the work, you’ll grow tired and leave, and I didn’t want to lose you too.”

“You have me. I’m right here.” He presses your forehead against his and proceeds to caress your face, unable to keep silent at your last statement. A quiet chuckle is muffled by your shaky throat. And you feel tears pouring out after the sound.

“I know that. I try to remember, at least... And you never fail at showing it too. But what I’m getting at is that... I feel like I’ve just been reacting lately. To you, my missions, my family... I just leave the people around me dictate what’s next. Because it’s too painful to decide for myself and be met with the consequences.” You hide in his chest, hugging him tightly, not able to look in his face for this part. “And I’m so sorry, Sam. It seems like I’ve hurt you either way. Because I’ve come to enjoy everything you and this town have to offer, but I wasn’t doing it for myself, and that was my mistake. I didn’t know how to talk about it either, but I’m here now... Hoping I can do better.”

Sam doesn’t say anything immediately, trying to take in your pain even though he knows you wouldn’t want that. But he’s your partner, and just like he can’t help holding onto you a little tighter every time you sob, he can’t just not worry about you. He’s proud of you for coming clean, and although it might not be the right time, he wants to make sure you know that too.

“Don’t take after me too much, darling. Giving great speeches is supposed to be my thing now.” He kisses your forehead as he feels your body losing up. “I’m sorry too... I should’ve caught on all of this. Realize that maybe I was coming on too strong, that sort of thing…”

“But you weren’t! You only did what you thought best, and that’s a good thing. It is in my eyes, at least...”

He smiles, knowing you’ll say something like that and jumping at the chance to make you look him in the eye, still holding onto you.

“Then start telling yourself that. It doesn’t matter if you don’t agree with your past decisions. It’s what you thought best with what you had. You were vulnerable and grieving. Have some compassion.” He feels your hands going over his while they hold your face, and it’s breaking his heart. “I’m proud of you for all the steps you’re making. I mean it. And I promise that— Whatever it is you want to do next, that you feel it’s 100% going to help you get through, I’ll support. No more counseling or coddling crap. You want to get back on your feet for yourself? Only you’ll know what that looks like.”

You’re making a mess of yourself with tears right now, but you don’t give a shit. A smile still shows on your face the moment you hear him say those words. Raw emotion pouring out of you.

“I’m not sure I have a clear picture right now... But I’ll look into it. I do know that I want to stay. Here, with you, and only you, as long as you’ll have me. Because I adore you, Sam Wilson. And that’s about one of the few things I can say without hesitating these days.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. So much.”

There is no more left to say, only lips coming together in a soul-crushing kiss as the two of you smile like idiots in the process. Life still seems pretty messy in your eyes. But here, in his touch, in the way that his mouth feels against yours, and even the view of the moonlight reflected on the lake across from you... You can make peace with yourself.

The connections you still have in your life you want to enjoy. And by getting better, you’re sure you can continue to do so. Thinking about the last few days confirms it too, but being by his side? It becomes crystal clear...

———————————————————————

Bonus:

“So... You know I never actually believed your babysitting story, right?”

“I figured, yeah.”

“But you still send me those pictures.”

“Uh-huh.”

“... Want to elaborate on that story a little?”

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Lost wings - Yara Flor x Reader.

Summary: Girlfriends having an outdoor date, but what happens when Yara’s plans are compromised?

Word count: 3207.

Warnings: Established relationship; Swearing; Verbal fighting; Some yelling. (I swear this is fluffy)

She/her pronouns used for reader.

Author’s notes: This is such a stretch from what I originally wanted, but I enjoyed writing it. Gave me some needed serotonin.

Edit: this disclaimer ✍️

The day started perfectly fine. Yara waited for you at the bus stop she had previously told you to meet at, looking as if she had been awake for hours despite being 7:00 am. Whether she had been doing hero stuff to ensure her free schedule for the day, or brainstorming last minute ideas for today’s date was unknown to you. A little bit of both wouldn’t have been too far fetched either.

“Looking good, doll.” she greeted you with a big smile, going the extra steps to meet you halfway as soon as she saw you.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” you said, catching up with her uplift attitude. Her eyes lit up.

“Why, thanks baby, you’re getting so good at lying!” You didn’t want to laugh but she just about made you follow her lead. All in good playfulness, of course.

“You’re awful.”

“That’s more like it.” she beamed in a high-spirited fashion, letting you know she wasn’t taking any of it seriously and that you shouldn’t either. Today was about fun.

She didn’t wasted any more time and got right into crashing her lips with yours, kissing you as if no words have been exchanged, and this was her way of truly acknowledging your presence. No objections on your end...

You let the things you’ve been carrying on the floor to try and give her your full attention, wrapping your arms around her while kissing. Having to separate for a bit to do so, she eyed you curiously before going back to the matter at hand, grabbing you with all of her might.

When you parted for good, she went around mentioning what you had with you.

“I see you brought us some food.” she said pointing at your basket, previously abandoned on the floor, with the tip of her shoe.

“Yes... You weren’t very specific about what we’d be doing but I wanted to prepare stuff for both of us, since you planned just about everything” your eyes widened “Oh God, were meals part of your plan too? I’m sorry, I should’ve asked... Ugh, I just wanted to cook and do something nice for you today, botching things up wasn’t a part of it, I swear—“ her brow had raised mid rambling but it was the full blown laughter that made you (and some bystanders) stop in your tracks. She was enjoying this, for sure...

“Yara! People are staring...” that didn’t stopped her, but it made her slow down just to give you an answer.

“Then let them!” She laughed again at the frown you were giving her “Pff seriously? Making out is okay but you draw the line at laughter? Noted...” she brought you closer, still giggling but letting it die down, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

She stroked said cheek before continuing “You didn’t ruined anything, love. Don’t worry... In fact, you might have saved us some time for later!” a sincere smile was on her face, reassuring you “And look! I even brought drinks myself.” She signalled to a small cooler over her shoulder, just a little behind her.

“Of course you did.”

“Hey!” She went for your arm with a soft punch, nothing crazy that could actually hurt you “I’m not too sure if I like the implications of those words”

You smiled and stuck out your tongue to her. She went to catch it between her lips, just to get a rise out of you. It worked. Soon, you got so caught in it that only when someone cleared their throat did you separated and realized you were blocking some passengers from getting into a bus that recently parked. The embarrassment (at least on your part) was strong.

After mumbling a few apologies while gathering both of your stuff off the floor, you guys went towards the spot were your own bus would be arriving. Once it got there, and things were safely stored, you got seated, and the engines started.

The whole way was spent in silence. Yara had offered to share one of her earphones with you, just so that you could be doing something relaxing together, never mind that she had your hand in hers the whole time, or that you rested against her frame, and viceversa, along the trip.

You felt her foot tapping repeatedly against the floor on multiple occasions, but guessed she was probably getting restless at just sitting around for so long, since it took a couple of hours to get to your destination.

It was totally worth it, though.

Before you knew it, Yara had spoke over for your stop, and you were surprised to find an open field staring back at you from across the window. Upon getting out of the vehicle, you studied the place more carefully.

The spot were you stood had, of course, it’s own stop and sign, but also a small breakfast place behind you two, meant for travellers on the road (probably were Yara was planning to take you or order take out, had you not brought the food). Not much more was on sight except for what you thought might have been a small farm on the distance, on your same side of the road, but across from it though... A beautiful meadow was in place, full of green and small spots of white and yellow (thanks to the wild flowers), groups of trees in the distance, and some hills too.

It was beautiful.

“Like it?” She interrupted your thoughts.

“Love it! I... don’t really know what to say, to be honest.” you stared down, feeling shy, but noticing your intertwined hands, you found the courage to speak again “Just— Thank you... This is so thoughtful. I would’ve been okay if you just wanted to lay back in bed today, but I appreciate you planning all this, truly” you brought her hand up to kiss her knuckles.

She met the gesture with a thoughtful smile, almost like a smirk to anyone who wasn’t familiar with her, but a smile all the same. She always basked on you acknowledging her efforts, and felt good when positive reaffirmations came her way, even if she didn’t really needed them to get a job done.

“Well, you’re welcome” she gave your hand a little squeeze “but don’t go all grateful before it’s due. I have a big surprise still in store for you” she said proudly while starting to guide you across the street and towards the field, a smug expression on her face.

“What is it?” You were slightly behind, letting her grab your arm and drag you along. She turns to look at you.

“I believe the key word of that statement was ‘surprise’, as in, meant to be kept a secret until the time comes?” She said in amusement, starting to walk backwards, facing you fully.

You groaned at that, jokingly making yourself heavier in her efforts of pulling you along, as if you actually represented any sort of resistance to her. She laughs at this.

And so the trekking begins.

For the most part, it was nice. Your partner seemed to know her way around pretty well and would even hit you up with some facts about the wild life from time to time. The few morning hours that were still left were spent exploring, with Yara being very understanding of you needing breaks after certain distances. Then lunch time came around.

You two deemed the space near a small waterfall, and a few more trees around, perfect for a picnic, using all of the things you’ve brought. She seemed pleased until that moment, even throwing some compliments at you over the food, which is what left you even more confused as to why her mood soured after you went exploring again...

She was searching for something, trying to be subtle of course, but not succeeding in keeping it from you. The way she took random turns at very specific points, how she was growing progressively more quiet in conversations, and how she looked at everything around but you... It was starting to make you nervous. Were you in danger right now? Had she brought you under the false pretence of a date just to get hero duties done on her free time? You didn’t want to believe it, but couldn’t rule it out either.

The breaking point had to be when her frustrations started to built up into hostile behaviour. She started to ignore you when you spoke, and wasn’t respecting your pace either, stating that she would have to “carry you herself” if you held onto any hope of making it back in this century. That did it for you.

“Okay, that’s it! Mind telling me what’s putting you so on edge right now?” you made an abrupt stop and raised your voice to grab her attention. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, infuriating you even more.

“Would you quit it? I’m not the one serving up this attitude right now, so...”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You’re acting all tense and mean for something you don’t even care to share with me, go around scaring and mocking me totally unprovoked, and still have the nerve to turn this on me?” You stare at her incredulously “You know what? Fine. Be like that, if you can’t put your super-duties aside for just one day, and keep me out of danger while doing so, then we’re better going our own ways from now on” the frustration made you totally lash out, not thinking about what you were saying but wanting to back it up nonetheless. You turned around to leave and go back to where you came from.

Yara’s eyes widened at your words, and she too acted on instinct, an anxious-rooted one at that.

“No, wait! Baby please, that’s not what this is about!” She grabs your arm, but applies more force that intended, making you gasp in pain at being turned around like that. She regrets it immediately, letting you go.

“Shit, that wasn’t— I didn’t meant to, (y/n). I’m so sorry” you see genuine fear and shame on her eyes, waiting for your reaction, but also a deep frustration. She thinks for a moment, rapid thoughts racing through her head, and turns her back to you, taking a breath “You know what? Screw this” you hear a particular and strange whistle come out of her mouth, piercing the air and scaring some of the birds around. It was... Bizarre, for a lack of a better word.

You were now even more confused about what the hell was going on. She wasn’t telling you, and instead you had to see her lose whatever ounce of self-control she still held until that moment when nothing happened after a few minutes of incomprehensible silence.

Yara, in her anger, kicks some of the dirt around while muttering some insults, not meant towards your person, you hoped, or anything in close proximity. It isn’t until a goddamn trunk was tossed, did she finally calmed down enough to be standing still, but her figure was one with hands on her face and a raged pace in her breathing.

Now was probably the time to say something...

You approached slowly, putting the tip of your fingers on her shoulder, letting her know you were there, but not wishing to overstep.

“Yara... What’s going on? It’s no good seeing you like this. Listen, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said those things earlier, because some of them I didn’t meant.” You could feel she was loosing some tension, so you went in front of her and grabbed her wrists, but decided to let her lower the hands on her own time “I— gosh, I got defensive and was hurt, but that’s only because I hate seeing you hurting, and not enjoying yourself on your own time. Just wanted to know if I could’ve helped, that’s it.”

You make a move to remove your hands from where they touch hers but she stops you, finally showing her face and grabbing your wrists this time, with a far too gentle, and surprisingly hesitant, grip.

“(y/n), you got it all wrong. Yes, I’ll accept that I was at fault for such misunderstanding, but let me finish!” she jumped in to say before giving you the chance to express disbelief or judgment, making you want to crack a smile while looking at each other “But anyways, this whole thing may have something to do with the surprise I mentioned earlier...”

“The ultra secret one?”

“Yes, that one.”

“Are you trying to tell me you lost said surprise in these endless woods or something? ‘Cause you’re making it sound like that’s what you’ve been looking for this whole time.”

“That’s because it is.”

“What is?”

“What you just said. That’s exactly what happened.” she said dead serious.

“You’re messing with me...” you stare at her, but she doesn’t back down “Holy shit, you’re not!”

She almost held in a snort.

“Of course I’m not.”

“What in this god forsaken world did you brought to this place just to lose it in the first place? I honestly assumed this ‘surprise’ was just a secret spot or something. I need more context...” a sigh escapes you, followed by one of hers.

“Alright... Guess there’s no point in keeping it a secret anymore.”

“You think?”

“Stop it, I’m trying to be nice!” she says giving you a smile, you laugh in return. “Alright... The thing is, I was trying to introduce you to someone, but he’s not where he’s supposed to, and I couldn’t talk to you about it without spoiling the surprise.”

“He? Who are we talking about here?”

“Jerry, my pegasus.”

Silence... that’s all there was for who knows how long until her words sank down.

“Oh my god! You’re telling me I was in to meet up close with an actual mythological creature?!”

“That about covers it, yeah. Was planning on letting you have a ride with me even, but sure.”

“Shut up!” You disentangle your joined hands in order to point your index finger at her jokingly, full of excitement “seriously SHUT. UP! You must be pulling my hair now, I know it!”

You are smiling so brightly that she can’t help the laugh that now fills the air around. She grabs the hand you’re pointing at her with and puts it on her cheek as she gets closer.

“I promise it’s no joke. I really wanted to do this one thing for you but... Guess it wasn’t meant to be, Jerry can be the biggest jerk and now he’s just proving that he can’t show up to save a girl’s life were we actually in danger right now” she rolls her eyes, but you stare at her softly, with endearment filling your eyes.

“It’s okay, Yara... What you did today and all of your efforts were good enough. You are good enough. I don’t need a magical horse to woo me or make my day special, you make it special for me, and I just wish you could’ve know that from the start, to save us the bitter moments, at least.”

“You really mean that?”

“I do.”

“Even if I put you in danger doing what I do...?”

Your breath was held. You knew those words would get to her even as you were saying them, and now you regretted them, but you have to deal with the consequences.

“Yes, even then. I knew what I was getting into, and my conviction remains the same as that from the day we first discussed this, back when it all started. I’m sorry for making you think otherwise.”

She gives you a sad smile.

“It’s okay, we both went a bit too far today, all jokes aside.” her smile turns into a smirk as something occurs to her “Although, can I just say...? The biggest joke by far was you thinking you could’ve escaped these lands without me. Ha! Good luck!” you roll your eyes, but a smile betrays your expression.

“Oh, shut up!”

“Gladly.”

Just like that you’re on her lips again. The kiss is soft, but still exciting, giving the way she keeps hold of your face and jaw with both hands and a fiery purpose. You keep your own hand on her neck and move your arm to wrap around her waist, keeping her impossibly close to you. Much as back in the station, you block the entire world out just to focus on her and this moment...

Which is why you’re a bit frightened when met with an unfamiliar wetness making contact with your face, just a little higher to where Yara’s rough hand touches your skin, creating a distinct contrast.

The yelp that follows comes out unannounced, just like the white and black stained horse with massive wings that is now standing in front of you, meeting your gaze once you abruptly separated from your girlfriend (who seemed unbothered, almost as if she had heard it coming, unlike you).

“Is that—? Where did h—?”

“JERRY!!! YOU STUPID WINGED MEAT BRAIN CREAT— Nice of you to fucking finally show up!” Yara speaks to him angrily, while simultaneously trying to get to him. Her animal companion just moves his head and lets out a few huffs, galloping in circles around you as if making fun of her. It would be endearing if not for how distracted you were by the sight of how big and majestic he looked with every move.

They finally settled a few steps away from you. Yara sees you from the distance and motions her head towards both of them.

“Do you want to pet him? He won’t bite, I promise” she winks at you, and strokes Jerry’s head herself. You don’t say anything, but move closer.

When you’re at a respectable distance, Jerry starts to move his head up and down letting out some air, but then keeps his head down, granting you easier access to touch. It looks like he’s giving you permission, but your hand still stops mid air. Yara notices and gives you an extra push. Grabbing your hand, she guides it till you’re in direct contact with the creature in front of you. She keeps it there until you’re ready to move on your own, letting you silently know that everything’s alright, sentiment paired up with a half-grin.

You finally move your hand, giving him soft and gentle strokes along his nose and eventually his scalp. He decides that’s not good enough for him, apparently, because he moves forwards, invading your space, and only stops when you put both of your hands on him. Taking the hint, you laugh and start petting/scratching him with all you have.

Turning your head to the side, you find Yara staring at you intently, a smirk plastered on her face. Probably relieved that things turned out according to her plan in the end. Still, you could practically feel her aching, wanting to speak whatever was on her mind, so you tilted your head to the side in curiosity, bidding her to let it out.

“Oh, it’s nothing really, just...” she raises her head, tall and proud “You still up for that ride?”

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Get go and the likes - Yara Flor x Reader.

Summary: A long time reunion it’s necessary, but not entirely realistic when there’s a world outside that never stops.

Word count: 3572.

Warnings: Established relationship; Suggestive content; Mentions of injuries (very vague though).

She/her pronouns used for reader.

Author’s notes: Honestly? I’m not really feeling this one and I’ve been super discouraged with my writing lately... But I spent hours on writing and editing, so it felt anticlimactic not to post. Here to my hopes of getting better in the future :^(

Edit: this disclaimer ✍️

Breathing. That’s all your body cares for at the moment, along with achieving the much needed rest it deserves after a long day of keeping itself alive and functioning.

Your brain doesn’t tell you immediately, but it still knows. Even though you’re still feeling the high from being lightheaded in your own dreams, you are starting to come to your senses. Between consciousness and its opposite, you feel a weight upon you, one that it’s proving difficult to ignore... So, without really wanting to, you start to wake up.

Just staring at the ceiling for a second becomes harder when faced with the reality of how much tense your body is right now, and although you have an idea of why, looking down only serves to confirm your suspicions. Your girlfriend rests her face peacefully in the middle of your chest, the rest of her body following further down, except for her legs, which lay in a complete mess at the bottom, tangling with your own but still keeping the weirdest distance from one to the other. She isn’t usually a tosser, and your body could tell there hasn’t been much movement despite how relaxed she feels against you. Still, her long hair lays sprawled everywhere and it tickles a portion of your neck, the contact feeling a little funny.

For a fraction of a second you also feel surprise, not really used to have her at your side most nights with how busy she is all the time, but then it comes to you, the same feeling from the conversation that took place earlier...

“Yara? Is that you?” you ask, half groaning at being woken up in the middle of the night.

“One and only.” she smiles and looks at you teasingly once she makes sure you’re staring at her changing clothes.

“What are you doing here? Thought you were still overseas with the league...” you cover the yawn you were holding to get the words out.

“Wow, such welcoming words I hear...” her arms cross in front of her. She doesn’t like to bring business home ever since she joined the team, but can still understand why you brought it up. “The mission’s fine. Ended early. Just wanted to see you after literal weeks of being apart... is that a crime now?” you snort at her implications, still covered in your sheets, and trying to keep some of the comfort from your now interrupted sleep.

“Sorry... You’re not exactly catching me on the clock to greet you and make you some dinner.” You stretch a little and take your arms out to make emphasis on your resting form.

“Mmmmm not exactly the scenario I had playing in my mind on the way back...” she says in a smooth voice while getting on bed, just after having changed into something more comfortable.

“... That’s just the adrenaline talking, let it wear off.” you respond, not really into it.

“Oh, come on!” she lets out in a playful manner, not appreciating you speaking for her but noticing how tired you looked at the same time, making a mental check immediately “I missed you, and I thought about you... A lot. You can always say no, but I’ll put it in the work, I promise!” the words were said with such enthusiasm that you almost felt bad about having to reject her, but her tone gave away stubbornness, and you weren’t foolish enough not to catch on this being one of her ways to prove you wrong and appear ready for anything... Even more intimate affairs.

She overworks herself so often that she doesn’t even realizes it sometimes, and this is one of those times in which you feel like some boundaries could help her case.

You move up to give her some space in, starting to accommodate both of you since she seemed hesitant to do so while waiting for your answer.

“Yara, I’m tired... So are you, I can tell. So, let’s just sleep this one out and talk some more in the morning, yeah?” your eyelids start to fall, not willing to stay open on command, barely feeling the caress on your cheek that follows... There’s an unreadable expression on Yara’s face despite the close proximity. She takes a look at your weary expression, not so much aware that you’re doing the same now that she’s got your attention. You hear her breath coming in and out.

“Fine... Here, come closer.” She gestures for you to lean onto her and create more contact. You give in and catch a sigh of relieve from her, just before she comes to you for a brief kiss.

Once you’re both settled into a comfortable position, you decide to speak up on something before sleep takes you in again...

“Yara?”

“Hmm?”

“I missed you too...”

You feel her smile again as she gives you a little squeeze on the parts she gets to hold with her arms.

A soft kiss on your temple is the last thing you remember before indulging, once again, in some needed rest.

As nice as that memory was, you don’t remember having been put in this particular position before, so you’re not sure how long it has been since you both moved into it. Sure, you don’t always get to be the big spoon... Hell, you don’t even get to hold each other at all these days! but your lungs are begging for you to change positions.

“Mmmm Yara, dear... Move up.”

You only receive a grunt in return.

“Baby, I’m serious.” the way in which your voice comes out in low volume and forced you hated, but it brings some sense into the warrior currently above you.

“Ugh, what are you on about?” She raises her head to look tiredly at you, a cascade of beautiful dark hair going down on each side of her face.

It’s a nice view but...

“Just get off, you’re suffocating me... And not in a hot way.” you laugh, trying to hold her attention.

“Oh?” she gets on her knees slowly, putting her elbows on each side of your head, just above your shoulders, and so trapping you in place. You’re too busy catching on some air, but it’s not an easy feat to miss those narrowed eyes and mischievous grin. “Weren’t you ever taught how impolite it is to comment on a lady’s weight? Tsk seriously, doll. I’m not always going to be around to put you in your place.” you roll your eyes at her.

“Oh please, as if all that muscle wasn’t the prime crushing factor in this equation.” you smile and laugh along when she shows amusement of her own.

“Uff, so much praise this early today, must be the time apart.” she keeps on smiling as she lowers her head in a friendly fashion, making your noses touch before pulling you into her lips again. You don’t show any resistance.

Both of your movements are pretty lazy, even with Yara holding her weight above you, but it stretches on long enough for hands to get involved. First it was just you, softly caressing her face, jaw, neck and eventually her shoulders, but she decides to join in as well and gets one of her hands to explore those same spots on yourself, plus lower...

“Hmmm I believe someone mentioned a certain talk we could have in the morning hours. You still up for that, or should we just skip it at this point?”. she goes down to place kisses on your chin and keeps going down to your neck.

“Seriously? It’s like...” you look to the side and read the clock sitting on your nightstand “5:00 am! there's no way that’s the kind of early you thought I was referring to.” She moves her head high to look down on you and shrugs, an unbothered expression on her face.

“Still counts as morning time, so it’s good enough for me.” she sends you a wink and smirks while making eye contact. You giggle, somehow willing to indulge her if it puts her in this good of a mood. So, you bring her down once more to give her an answer with your lips. She smiles into it.

The little room you are in feels tiny and unmoving, as if blocking whatever it is that’s happening outside for the moment, definitely adding the perfect ambiance for this encounter.

True to be told, these moments are so fleeting you never give yourself time to worry about anything else other than her presence when she’s around. She’ll be out saving the world more often than not, and although you’re proud of her for it, you used to spent too much energy splitting between worrying for her and being miserable with how things were for the pair of you with so much time apart. It took some time and a lot of work, but you both figured it out. You finally learned how to miss her in a healthy way by appreciating every place you stepped on, because then you think about how someone like Yara helps by protecting (and improving herself in the process) something as simple, and yet so complicated, like the earth beneath your feet. It reminded you of your own responsibilities somehow, not only with yourself but others, which helps you in more ways than you can count. So just like you find pride in Yara’s accomplishments every day, she does the same for you, and from then on, your perspectives in the relationship changed for the better.

Nothing lasts forever though, and you’re reminded of it when the doorbell of your home rings, followed by some firm knocks on the door.

Weird...

“Ignore it.” said Yara, lowering her lips to your jaw and spreading multiple open-mouthed kisses to the skin there, going lower and lower...

You had to hold in a breath to even begin letting out a response when the knocking continued.

“It might be important...” she bites the spot she’s currently working on, displeased with your words. The knocking does not stop, but at least there was some decency in not having used the buzzer again, seeming as the noise was kind of annoying, and not just because it was the morning or your current positions.

“Whoever it is, they’ll stop. No one has the right to come for you at this demented hour, nor can they expect you to pay them any mind.” the sounds in the background weren’t so convincing, and didn't put any weight on her statements either. It did felt urgent for some reason.

“What if it’s for you, though? Global hazards don’t really have a schedule, do they?”

“No way.” She stops her ministrations and looks you in the eye for the next part. “I make it a point not to guide anyone from that part of my life to you or announce where they can find you.” she looks to the side with her lips tight. “Not fucking happening.”

You give her a sad but grateful smile, reaching out so that you can hold her face with both your hands, sensing the change in the atmosphere and how sensitive this topic was for her.

“I get that... Really, I do, but you can never be too sure.” She sighs, somehow calming down thanks to your touch but not fully feeling your words. Even if it was for her, she thought it was kind of stupid to go and let herself be seen answering for you. Letting you go was kind of risky too, but then again, it could just be an annoying neighbour or your landlord. No need to go crazy with the possibilities, right?

“There’s no way for you to let this one go, is there?” She kisses your nose, trying to persuade you by being cute. You giggle.

“Not really. The knocks are putting me on edge anyways, and it’s killing the vibe.” You try to play around and get her on your side by grabbing her waist as best you could, making a point.

She groans in response.

“Ok, whatever... But you go, and I’ll stay close behind in case anything happens.”

“That’s my girl.” you whisper softly, giving her a peck to fix her sour face. It doesn’t do much but it does help her get the strength she needs to get out of bed and follow you without any further comment.

True to her word, she stays near you, placing herself in a spot where she won’t be seen by whoever stands on the other side. But still close enough to jump on the scene quickly if necessary. You share a glance once more and wait for her to nod before moving the doorknob you were holding in place.

Blue eyes stare back at you from the other side, a charming smile to match.

“Morning, I was wondering if—“

“The fuck are you doing here, Kent?”

Ah, of course.

You’re not really sure where they stand in terms of “friendship”, if that’s even a word to describe it, beyond being colleagues, but from previous conversations and interactions, you think this exchange was to be expected.

You only met Jon once before... Entirely by chance and not knowing anything about the other.

Funnily enough, he wasn’t in costume when it all played out.

Long story short, you got caught in the fire of an attack he wasn’t expecting to happen on that day, hence why he deemed it appropriate to show up in civvies, not wanting to draw attention and investigate a hint he had on a mission. Yara, however, showed up to the rescue in time. For which he didn’t think about changing into the suit he kept underneath, opting instead to help civilians to the best of his capabilities. You, in particular, had been among the small injured crowd. So when a dark-haired stranger offered you his help to get out into safety, you didn’t question it.

Said stranger had an air to him that let you know he was more than he let on to be (which kind of reminded you of Yara). You noticed how you were not the only one he helped out and how he stayed with you all until the authorities and medical support arrived. Effortlessly explaining the situation when they came, and even comforting the victims when they were treated, yourself included. That’s when you got to know his name. Jonathan Samuel Kent.

Besides your injury, you were clearly worried about something else, or rather someone (such as the girl risking her life inside the place you just gotten out of), but you didn’t tell him that. You couldn’t.

He still sensed it, though, but didn’t pressure you into saying anything further.

Just because of this, he found himself later visiting you at the hospital you had been transported to, not knowing that a familiar ally would be there already.

She was holding your hand, staying close to you.

He froze.

Jon knew he was to be confronted by the Wonder Women at a given time because of his carelessness, but this he wasn’t expecting. Yara was somehow on the same boat, but that didn’t stop the daggers that were stared into him from across the room as soon as she saw him, not caring that you were present. You remember being in a state of total confusion, not knowing where they could possibly know each other from. Regardless, you cut off their staring by addressing Jon and “introducing him” to your girlfriend, making sure to slip in how thankful you were for his help once again. Yara wasn’t pleased with this interaction at all, and it absolutely showed. She couldn’t do anything other than glare at the two of you, unfortunately, or else she could’ve compromised Superman’s identity. Jon tried his best to remain friendly and look collected on the outside, but he pondered about what his last words would be on the inside. He knew this information about his associate was not something he was supposed to find out. And so, He was dreading what this incident could mean for his and Yara’s partnership.

Some more awkwardness, puzzlement, and suppressed anger ensued after that, but looking back at it, and knowing what you did about the kind stranger who helped you out that day, you found it rather amusing (much to your partner’s displeasure).

Coming back to the present, and knowing much more about the man standing at your door, you had a clue about where things were going...

“Well, you see— now that we’re more official ahem teammates per se, it’s kind of against the rules to ignore the signals we’ve been sending you for about—“

“So it’s meddling in our personal lives the way you’re doing right now, jackass!!!” Yara stands in front of you now, partially blocking your view from Jon on the other side, who raises his hands defensively.

“Now now, let’s take a breath. I know the world ain’t ending today, but there are new developments in the— workplace that need to be addressed, so I took it upon myself to come when you didn’t give any signs of receiving our messages.” He gives you a smile and a nod despite himself, aware that you both didn’t get to have a proper greeting. He knows that you know about him and the league, Yara had told him so one day over drinks, but he makes it a point not to say anything that might give it away, never 100% sure of who might be listening.

“How do you even know where she lives, you creep?” She scoffs, not appreciating his take on the matter, which she sees as a form of babysitting. Yes, she took off the bracelet she was supposed to be carrying around in case a signal went on. And yes, she did saw it beeping once when you were occupied, but it wasn’t like she caught it with a super important code, and she had just come back! She guessed it could wait a little bit more until you were both finished, in more ways than one, but guess not.

She’s starting to despise the league more and more with every passing day.

“I—“ he cuts himself, taken back by how she just addressed him, and knowing she was going to go further into it if he tells the truth, especially in front of you.

“Never mind, just shut up.” Yara takes a deep breath, thinking she knows exactly how. Jon keeps track of his teammates’ heartbeats and has the ability to tune into them at will... That could easily be used to track them down if needed. You don’t need to know that. “Let me get my stuff, and I’ll meet you in about three roofs away from this one... Now scram.” She doesn’t look at you as she turns to head to the bedroom, annoyance pouring out of her.

“Sorry about her... She’s been having it rough at work, I guess. You must know better than me about that, though.” You offer him a soft expression, trying to lift the mood and following his cue from earlier. He smiles, appreciating your understanding.

“That I do, don’t worry about it.” He offers you his friendliest smile, reassuring you somehow, just like the day you met. You don’t know how he manages or how he has this effect on people, but you can admit to sleep better at night knowing he has your girlfriends back out in the field.

You and Jon keep talking for the few minutes it takes Yara to put herself together. You have each other’s contacts saved and, although very rarely, talk from time to time about mundane things (a strange sense of normalcy surrounding your, less-than-common, lives), but it was nice to do so in person if only for a bit before he and Yara had to go.

Speaking of which...

When Yara returns, she’s not too happy about the Kryptonian hybrid not having followed her one order, a murderous stare to match her sentiment. Jonathan takes the hint and quickly takes his leave, biding you a casual goodbye in addition to a small pat on your shoulder.

You wished the league’s rules weren’t against members fraternizing sometimes. Because it felt wrong not inviting him in or to things in general after all this time...

“Stop with that face, he’ll be fine. Jon is a big boy, you know?” Says the one who now takes the same place said ´´boy´´ occupied not long ago.

“Yeah, I guess... Call me when you’re done?” You open up your arms to initiate a goodbye hug, knowing it’s time for her to go for whatever it is she’s needed. She grins, taking one of your hands to give it a kiss, bowing a little as she does so.

“Will do, my love.” she says into your ear once she returns the hug, kissing your earlobe as well “And just so you know, we have things of our own to get back to when I return, understood?” you giggle to try and hide the slight embarrassment that you feel at remembering what you were interrupted at before.

When it’s time to separate, you make sure to give her one last kiss. One that she knows the feelings carried along with it enough to reciprocate but still short enough not to get sidetracked.

“Yes, ma'am.”

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Making Time - Cassie Sandsmark x Reader.

Summary: Is not weird for mentors to push Cassie into putting her spare time to be productive for college, but she’d rather pay you a visit first.

Word count: 740.

Warnings: None.

No pronouns used for reader.

Author’s notes: Not me writing for another character who will flop in this format.

If not for Diana stepping out and covering for her, Cassie is pretty sure she could never graduate due to all her missed classes and the occasional final.

Thank the Gods for all the contacts in her pockets, though.

But what else can she do, really? She still has a civilian identity, and no plan of giving up the best parts of both of her worlds. Flying around in hopes of finding you in any of your favorite spots kind of merges it all together, proving her point.

Bart and his buffoonery managed to screw her phone, so she feels bad for not replying to your messages as soon as her mission was finished. But overall, she’s just happy to be home.

She finally finds you in the park closest to campus, and although she flew down in an ally fair next to it, the idea of messing with you through her powers comes to mind. A smirk appears on her face as she gets close to you, noticing how you’re scribbling down on your notebook.

Too easy.

Making up your mind for the sake of your schedule was proving difficult. Never knowing when your girlfriend would be available for plans only added to that. You know it’s not her fault, and for anything that is worth, you admire her balance (as accidental as it may seem sometimes). Still, you wish you could make her time with you worth it by having prep. And managing everything else in your life as well.

The comparison feels silly in your head, given how different your roles in the world are, but still...

Your thoughts are interrupted by a long shadow stretching itself out to block your sunlight. The feeling of an over-the-shoulder presence making you go stiff with nerves, crashing with a possible dangerous reality.

That is until you hear a very familiar giggle and blonde locks coming from your left view, turning around to a see a very cheered-up Cassie.

“How’s it going, gorgeous?” You notice she’s floating to appear taller, annoying you in your current state.

“Are you crazy?! Get down!” Your voice booms while you stand up to grab her by the shoulders.

“There is no one around! If anything, they might just be looking thanks to your yelling.” She rolls her eyes but takes advantage of your closeness to kiss you. “I missed you too.” A big smile accompanies her loving stare when you separate.

“Don’t... Act all cute now. You still scared me for no reason.” There’s some flustering in your voice, and it doesn’t go pass her.

“Awww you love it.”

“No, I love you. It’s different.”

“Whatever, it’s all the same packaging.” You finally allow yourself to chuckle as she takes you in a soul-crushing hug. It sinks that it really is her in front of you right now.

“You’re crazy, Cass. A crazy wonder.” She makes a pose, totally owning the title, while she sticks out her tongue to you, making you both laugh afterward.

“Sooo, ready to spend the best day of your life accompanied by your girlfriend, who is very sorry she didn’t pick up your calls?” She bubbles, going as far as to pick up your forgotten notebook and bag so that you two could get going. But you are reminded of something...

“Yeeahh, as much as I’ll like that, you really should be going to your geo’s professor... Heard he was looking for you.” Crap, she thinks. Guess contacts and a really great (but late) report weren’t doing it for her this month.

“But that’s so boring. I want to hang out.” She reasons with you.

“And we will. Just maybe after I accompany you to his office...” You try to grab your things off her, but she refuses, huffing as she starts walking slightly ahead at first.

“What are you now? His secretary?” She links her arm with yours, letting you know she’s not really angry.

“Perhaps... Want to join me in the office after hours and find out?” You raise a brow at her, watching her curiosity spark. As much as you won’t admit it, her spontaneity rubs off on you when you’re together. Not having to worry so much about everything. And to your surprise, Cassie thinks the same about you in other aspects. Especially now, looking at you with a bit of mischief, thankful for the spark you bring to her mortal side.

“Oh, you’re on.”

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Relics and Expectations - Sam Wilson x Reader.

Summary: Sam finds himself in the compromising position of needing guidance from Dr. Strange about events way out of his control or expertise, but he finds another master at the sanctum instead.

Word count: 2100.

Warnings: None.

She/her pronouns used for reader.

Author’s notes: This has been, quite frankly, the only thing on my mind ever since the sorcerer vs wizard memes exploded when tfatws was still hot.

Also, this piece is one of my oldest drafts and I wanted to put it out before NWH came out because I don’t know wtf is happening with Strange but I still failed 💀💀💀 just take all his mentions as plot convenience, because that’s exactly what it is.

At a loss for ideas on how to contact this man he hasn’t seen since literal war, Sam Wilson is now on Bleecker Street by government orders. As some are getting reckless by the Maximoff girl’s disappearance after such a long time.

It’s not a burden he thought he would have to carry as Captain America... But he could picture Steve meddling in a situation like this, even as a more personal quest. Wanda was part of their circle, after all. And he does worry, but was he really the man for the job? He’s not sure.

But hey, who better suited for a witch hunt than another wizard himself?

Now in the face of the so-called Sanctum, he needs to believe in that theory more than ever, as well as his persuasion to get Dr. Strange into helping him out. He takes a breath before knocking the door.

Nothing.

He knocks once again before the door opens by itself, making him back out in precaution at the open space. Not expecting something so cliche this early in the morning.

Must be the right place.

As creeped out as he is, he takes the step forward, wondering in. The place seemed... Nice. Homey even. He just needs to ignore the feeling of being in a bad caricature. But even he feels weird just standing around, waiting on something or someone to come down those damn stairs.

“So it is true. Captain America at my doorstep.” Your voice comes from behind him.

“Shit!” He twitches, not knowing where you came from. A bit alarming if you ask him. You, however, don’t pay any mind to his state as you walk around him, inspecting. “Um... Hi there, the name’s Sam.” He says slowly, waving his hand discreetly in front of you for a handshake (and for you to stop going round on him). You take it.

“Hi! Yes, I knew that.” You told him with a smile, giving him your own name. Sam thinks is a pretty one, along with your smile. In fact, now that he takes a good look at you, he’s quite mesmerized by the whole picture, even with the curious robes you’re wearing. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask him, effectively bringing his attention back to your voice.

“I’m looking for Stephen Strange.” He states, hearing you chuckle at the name.

“You and me both.” You snicker, looking at your guest. Knowing he has questions. “Lots of things have happened since the whole crew came back. And he’s overcompensating for being away so long... By being away from his duty as protector of this Sanctum, apparently.” You smile again, feeling silly at explaining this to an outsider, even if you did fight side by side once, just... Never crossing. “Look, I’m not here to talk shit on the man. Being Sorcerer supreme must be something else, alright? It’s all just to say that I’m covering for him because I’m the next best thing.” You say proudly, knowing Wong would disagree. But he’s not here, so bragging was definitely on the table with a visit like this.

“The next best thing, huh?” Sam ponders, starting to relax a bit, sure liking your confidence. “Think you could lend me a hand with a case, then? I could use any trick you wizards have up your sleeves.” You frown at that.

“We prefer Masters of the Mystic arts, if you don’t mind.” You inform him. “Seriously, did you have any plan coming for Strange like this, or were you just going to wing it?”

“It’s that a bird joke?” He questions, smiling incredulously.

“Perhaps.” You smirk back.

“Now’s the moment I pretend you’re funny so we can agree it’s my lucky day to cross into such a clever, beautiful lady instead of a stuck-up man.” He puts his hand over his chest as he finishes, wearing the same smile as before and hoping you’ll cooperate.

You didn’t want to show it, but the snort that initiated your laugh made you drop the smirk (and your pride) into a more bashful smile, seeing as he didn’t mind.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Wilson. But you’re here on business, yes? So...” The scenery around changed immediately, having chosen one of the studios for the exchange. “Tell me more about this case of yours.” Sam barely heard those last words over the commotion.

“It’s Sam— You can call me Sam.” He says, still looking around, processing his now sitting position in front of you, who is comfortably settled behind a desk. He clears his throat once he focuses on your face again. “What can you tell me about Wanda Maximoff?” He drops in question, watching you go stiff.

“The scarlet witch...” You whisper.

“So you do admit the term applies.” He jokes, trying to break the ice. You stare in response.

“Not the time, buddy... But no, what we do here it’s quite different.” You bite your tongue. “Are you after her? Is that why you’re here?”

“You could say that.”

“Responding to mystical threats it’s kind of our thing, you know?”

“And yet, she is still out there. Hidden somewhere.” He protests.

“How do you guess we don’t know where she is, though?” You put him to the test.

“Well, do you?” he moves front on his chair, smiling at the challenge. You return the gesture forcefully, throwing him a look before transporting the two of you to what Sam guesses it’s the library. He can’t really tell from the floor. Letting out a grunt as he had not been prepared. You smile in amusement as you walk off, happy to wipe that expression off his face.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re an awful loser?” He inquires standing up, hoping you two can stay on this floor for longer.

You don’t give him a chance to make any more comments, quickly coming back with a manuscript in hand, inviting him to peak as you speak.

“Believe me when I say we are pulling every string to ensure the situation is under control. Part of the reason why I’m standing with you today, mind you. But we have limitations. This girl, you see...”

You go on to explain the tales of her prowess, how important it was for your people to take this threat seriously, and why Stephen seemed so set on taking the responsibility for himself. Opening up to him enough to admit that, as much as you’d like to, you don’t have information on how he’s going. You were just asked to put his trust in him, even if it proved difficult.

“I’m asking you to do the same, Sam. I think you should step out. Vibranium alone is not going to protect you against what she’s capable of.” You know he has no reason to take you on your word, but you hope he could. They had worked together, as far as you know. He should know better than to meddle, only ever having scratched the surface.

“You know I can’t do that. If any of you had intervened a few months ago, maybe it’ll be different. I could vouch for whatever contingency plan you have. But what happened in Westview is done, and she has to respond.” He sighs, not loving the memories of his meetings about the subject. “She’s young. She might still have a chance. I mean that. It’s just... What she did— It really scared people.”

“But you’re scared for her.” You note softly, face morphing into a more soothing look. “You think she’s vulnerable behind all that power. And you want to help.” Like a noble hero, you think. But don’t say, in fear you might laugh at his goodwill. If he’s too good for this world or too naive for a superhero, you can’t tell.

“I know I can.” He assures with confidence. “You might not get it, but I’m one of the only people from her past that’s left. A time where a kid from Brooklyn took us in and gave her a chance to be more than the monster everyone thought she was.” He says, more to himself than you, apparently. Nostalgic for a time long gone. “That must be worth something. And if there’s anything I can do to get through her, I will.”

A silence settles in after that.

You want to believe the last part was more of a plead for help than a threat upon your meddlings. But it could just as much be neither of them... Only a vulnerable mentor opening up to you.

It’s almost as cute as it is sad, knowing there’s not much you can do. There’s still a cause you must remain loyal to.

“So determined.” You exclaim finally, coming closer to him. “You care about this Wanda girl, don’t you?” You ask him, even if you already knew the answer. He simply nods, connecting both of your stares for a whole moment. You don’t what it is about him, but the way his presence didn’t feel imposing over the whole visit makes this moment easier. It’s certainly not what you would’ve expected from any federal guest. Only wishing the circumstances were different.

But why not go on a high note anyways? You both could literally die today from this topic alone.

“Just so you know, I wish to believe we’re on the same side... I would hate to beat up someone as handsome as you in battle.” He chuckles. Partly amused at the change of topic, and part loving the bluntness.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He slips in, a smirk on his lips. But it cracks a little at his confusion when you keep coming closer. Much closer.

“You almost make me feel bad about earlier.” You chime, putting both hands on each of his shoulders. Effectively distracting him from pinpointing exactly what you were referring to. It was a weird moment for him. Because he should be against it… But something about you was entrancing. If he held onto accusing you of putting a spell on him, it was only because he was deciding on what to do with his hands for the moment. Trying to look subtle on the occasional peep at your lips, also. But settling for your hips snaps him out of it once he realizes you’re on the main floor again, close to the main stairs. He hears your giggles at the recognition. “... But now we’re even in that department.”

He feels your hands go down his arms, separating the two of you and looking awfully bashful about it, considering what almost happened. You take a step back with your arms behind your back, not meeting his gaze. Did touch make the crazy transportations smoother somehow? He’s not sure, but he wants to experience it again.

“So is this your way of kicking me out?” He asks, gesturing to the door. “I don’t accept that... Uh-uh. You have something to do later? No witchy talk, I promise.” He proposes, and you stare at him in question. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were tempted.

“Like a date? Out of these walls?” Your eyes lit up, and Sam doesn’t have your reservations about showing his true feelings, grinning at you.

“Yeah, we could exchange numbers.” He says, raising a brow. “You do have a phone, don’t you?” That earns him a punch to the chest. Strong for a magic user, he thinks.

“Yes, you moron.” You roll your eyes. “And I’d like that... I mean, it’s the least I can do.” You breathe in false resignation. Both chuckling at your poor acting skills.

The conversation after that is kept short for courtesies, soon finding yourself accompanying him to the exit. Telling your goodbyes once he’s out before remembering.

“Oh, and Sam?” You rush to call for him.

“Yes? What is it?” He asks, somehow worried for the tone of your voice.

“I know this may not be the end of your search. So… If you do find Strange, maybe don’t mention any of this?” You ask of him, embarrassed by your rushed explanation. “I’ll never hear the end of it. He is quite uptight.” Sam smiles smugly at your request, you getting the feeling that you might not live this down with him either.

“How about we go on that date before making any promises?”

You suppress the urge of making him trip on the open street with one of your “tricks”, as he calls them. Saving the idea for your next meeting, should he be so lucky.

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