#OFC!Howie Stark Series

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Stark Spangled Rebirth

Chapter 5: Rescue And Requisition

Summary: Steve, aided by Peggy and the Stark siblings, heads to the HYDRA base on a rescue mission, but little does he know Katie has a mission of her own.

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Word Count: 8.2k

A/N:  This series is my contribution of sorts to the CATF 10 Year Anniversary Challenge. ��As always, some creative liberties taken. And for anyone who is interested, Katie uses the term Midnight Requisition which is a military term- “To steal, scrounge. To acquire supplies for a unit from another without their approval or knowledge, usually after business hours/dark.” 

This is the LAST catch up post, Chapter 6 onwards is NEW CONTENT!!! And continues the story, I’m so PLEASED finally to be able to share it!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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Chapter 4

As soon as Howard Stark saw Steve, the Inventor’s face split into a huge grin and he shook his hand with vigour. Katie then explained that they needed his help to go rogue and bust the men out from behind enemy lines, causing her brother’s face to split into a huge grin and nod. The three agents quickly bustled around Howard’s tent, Peggy and Katie talking in low, hushed voices as they hurriedly grabbed various pieces of equipment before the four of them quietly and efficiently left the base, Howard slipping the guards on the perimeter gate a decent wad of cash for their silence.

It took them a little over an hour and was just starting to go dark when they reached the private airfield where Howard had stationed his plane. The waning light suited them, as Katie pointed out, it would be easier for them to operate under the cover of darkness, less chance of being detected. More money exchanged hands, something Steve had always hated, the fact that money seemed to be able to buy you anything you needed no matter how morally corrupt, but at that moment he couldn’t have given less of a shit if he tried. Before long they were in the air, Howard informing them that the trip of just over a hundred and fifty miles would take them roughly an hour and a half, which was far less than the four hours or so he anticipated it would have taken Steve in the jeep.

“You’d have run out of gas after about fifty clicks.” He had teased the soldier who had inwardly groaned as Howard pointed out the flaws in his plan. But then again Steve hadn’t been thinking all that much had he? He never did when it came to the people he cared about. He was a jump first, think later kind of guy, and the serum hadn’t done anything to change that part of his personality.

“So we’re here…” Peggy spoke, leaning forward slightly in her seat opposite Steve, pointing to the map in her hands as he checked the straps on his chute. “The HYDRA camp is in Kreischberg, tucked between these two mountain ranges.” She moved her finger a little right and from the distance it travelled and the scale on the map, Steve estimated they were no more than five miles out.

“Looks like a factory of some kind.” Katie mused, glancing at the map where she sat next to Peggy, flicking her braid back over her shoulder.

“We should be able to drop you right on the doorstep.” Howard called from the front of the aircraft, which was now shaking slightly with a mild bout of turbulence.

“Just get me as close as you can.” Steve called, before he looked back at Katie and Peggy, his voice dropping slightly. “You know you three are gonna be in a lot of trouble at the lab.”

“What else is new?” Katie shrugged, and Steve heard Howard chuckle.

“I’m surprised Old Chester ain’t sent you packing yet, Kiddo.”

“Well like you’re his best mechanical engineer, I’m his best front line agent.” She shrugged, “no offence, Peg.”

“None taken.” Peggy said somewhat sardonically, before she snorted. “We all know I’m the brains behind this operation.”

“Don’t hear me arguing.” Katie shrugged before she looked at Steve. “And you’re gonna be in just as much trouble.”

“Well, where I’m goin’, if anybody yells at me I can just shoot ‘em.” Steve replied, grinning a little. His spirits had been lifted exponentially now he was actually about to do something worthwhile, despite the fact he knew he was going to literally leap feet first into danger.

“They will undoubtedly shoot back.” Peggy fixed him with a look.

“Well,” Steve looked round at his stage prop shield that he had brought with him, which was leaning against the wall of the aircraft, “let’s hope it’s good for somethin’.” His knuckles rapped on the metal as Katie gave a little shake of her head and a side smirk, bending over to check the laces on her boots.

“Agent Carter, if we’re not in too much of a hurry I thought we could stop off in Lucerne for a late night fondue.” Howard called over his shoulder from the front of the plane and there was a moment’s silence as Peggy shifted a little awkwardly on the seat.

“Jesus, Howie, really? You’re doing this now?” Katie groaned as her brother chuckled.

“Hey, you asked me to come on this kamikaze mission.” He shot back. “I was just trying to lighten the mood a little.”

As the two siblings began to bicker Steve glanced at Peggy as he tugged on his gloves and the Agent rolled her eyes slightly. “Stark is the best civilian pilot I’ve ever seen. He’s mad enough to brave this airspace, we’re lucky to have him.”

“So are you two…do you…” Steve waved his arm between Peggy and Howard “…fondue?”

Peggy looked at him, completely ignoring his question and Steve supposed he couldn’t blame her, it was a personal question after all.  His eyes then flicked to Katie who had stood up and was making her way towards the cockpit, swaying a little with the motion of the aircraft. With a swift flick of her hand she slapped Howard round the back of the head.

“Ouch, Kiddo! Do you want me to crash this thing or what?”

“Stop being a schmuck.” She shot at him before Peggy extended her arm towards Steve, a device held in her hand.

“This is your transponder. Activate it when you’re ready and the signal will lead us straight to you.”

Steve took it from her. “Are you sure this thing works?” he looked at it a little sceptically, turning it over in his hand, his attention flicking to the cockpit.

“It’s been tested more than you, pal.” Howard shot over his shoulder and Steve looked at him before his eyes flicked to Kate who was looking out of the cockpit window straight ahead of them. She raised her arm and pointed at something, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

“Howie…” she began to speak but before she could finish her sentence the plane lurched violently sideways and Steve gripped onto the side as the sky was suddenly filled with flashes and bangs from anti-aircraft shells which exploded all around them. Realising that it was now far too dangerous for them to take him any further, Steve shot to his feet and made his way to the door, grabbing his shield as he went.

“Get back here! We’re taking you all the way in!” Peggy’s voice rose but for the first time since he’d known her, Steve completely ignored the agent, exhaling loudly before he dropped and shuffled to the edge of the plan.

“As soon as I’m free, you turn this thing around and get the hell outta here!” he turned and looked up at Katie and Peggy.

“You can’t give us orders!” Katie scoffed, her hands on her hips.

“The hell I can’t!” Steve looked up at her, unable to stop the cheeky little smirk playing on his face, “I’m a Captain!” and with that he pulled his goggles down and flung himself out into the starry sky. The noise was deafening as he plummeted through the air, the sheer force of falling whipped his body with such ferocity he was sure his hair was going to fly clean off his head. With a sharp tug of the rip cord he deployed his chute and with a sharp jolt he was pulled upwards slightly before he began to fall at a much more civilized pace.

After what seemed like an age, Steve’s sharp eyes spotted the ground rising towards him and he landed heavily in a thud. With an easy, fluid motion he yanked his parachute down to the ground and then untangled himself from the harness. Once he was free, he glanced around and realised he’d landed on the outskirts of a thick, wooded area, the earthy smells of pine, dirt and damp filled his nostrils. He took a moment to get his bearings, pulling out the compass he had in his pants. He knew that from the direction the aircraft had been travelling in he needed to head due north. As the needle settled on the point, he realised he was currently facing East so he spun to his left and was just about to set off at a run when he heard something flying in heavily from above.

He spun round, just in time to see another chute sailing towards him and in a flash he whipped out his pistol as whoever it was landed with a thud some hundred yards or so behind him..

“At ease, Soldier,” a familiar voice, soft and quiet in the cover of night, spoke and Steve felt a cold feeling of utter shock and horror fill his chest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He hissed as he strode towards Katie who was now untangling herself from her harness.

“Same thing as you.” She replied flippantly as she took a look around and began to take a few steps away from him.

“Are you insane?” He glared at her, his hand wrapping around her arm to stop her. He could have sworn she felt the tremble in his finger tips if it weren't evident in his voice.

“Not last time I checked, no.” She wrenched free of his uncharacteristically brash grip and spun to face him, her eyes blazing at him in the dim moonlight.

“You could get yourself killed!” He pressed, his voice carrying a little more than he'd liked. He failed to keep the element of concern out of it.

“Keep your voice down!”

“Damned it Katie, this wasn’t part of the plan!”

“No, it wasn’t part of YOUR plan.” She shot back. “It was, however, always part of mine and Peg’s.”

“Peggy knows about this?”

“Of course she does.”

“And Howard?”

“No way,” Katie snorted. “I'd guess Peggy is currently getting the full force of one of his verbal bashings.” At that she pulled out her compass. “We need to go North.”

“I know.” Steve said a little sullenly, a growl in his chest.

“So let’s move. Sooner we can fulfil our missions, the better.”

The plural of the word didn’t pass him by and through the downright anger and frustration, and dare he say it, fear he was feeling at the current situation, his logical side started to kick in and he knew there was nothing he could do about any of this now, bar keep her safe. So with a sigh, he shook his head and turned to follow her as she’d begun to walk away, his brain registering her last words.

“Missions?” he asked, stressing the word. “We have more than one?”

“One each.” Katie shot over her shoulder. “You’re on a rescue mission. Mine’s more of a midnight requisition.”

“Midnight requisition? For what?”

“Intel, tech, anything we can get our hands on.” She picked up her pace, scrambling up a slight incline. “I told you in the plane, I’m a damned good field agent and this isn’t my first raid. We’ve done a few over the past couple of months. But they’ve all been bust, well almost all anyway.”

“Bust?” Steve frowned “How?”

“They were smaller Nazi controlled labs.” She continued to speak as she weaved through the forest “The more we raided and the more intel we gathered, the more it became apparent we were right, Schmidt is marching to his own tune.” She paused and looked around. “The fight at Azzano wasn’t his first move, he advanced a load of troops into Norway a month or so ago of his own accord. Then, at Azzano, he opened fire on both Allied and Nazi troops alike.  My guess is, and Peggy agrees, that this base will likely be under his control alone. And probably house more information about where his other ones are hidden.”

“Others?”

“This won’t be the only one.” Katie shrugged as she looked at her compass and turned right. “And without that information, Steve, we’re fighting blind. We can’t defeat HYDRA if we don’t know where they are.”

“You should have told me.” He replied, his tone still a little sullen. He didn’t like being in the dark.

“What, so you could blow the plan in front of my brother?” She scoffed. “He’d have refused to take us had he known what I was planning, he was bad enough when I had a full troop behind me.”

“You led a troop?”

“Don’t sound so surprised.” She chuckled. “You know I’m actually an ‘honorary’ Lieutenant, thanks to Colonel Phillips. Didn’t go down well at first, most of the men weren’t keen on taking orders from a woman.”

“So that’s what you meant when you called them all jerks earlier by the stage.” Despite himself Steve felt a smile curl across his face.

“Yup. They soon fell in line when a few of them ended up with my fist in their mouth. Not to mention a good number also found themselves on the end of a Phillips’ Special.”

“A Phillips Special?”

“Yeah, the term coined for when they’re stripped naked and made to run ten miles round camp by the Colonel.” She shrugged. “For all his bluster, Chester’s actually been really supportive of both me and Peggy. That, and he doesn’t like subordination in any form.”

“You don’t say.” Steve muttered as Katie continued, her foot-falls light and quiet as she weaved her way through the thicket of the trees.

They continued for about an hour, alternating their pace between a jog and a fast walk. Had Steve been on his own he no doubt could have run the entire distance a lot faster but he didn’t raise that issue, and there was no point being frustrated about it either. Firstly, there was nothing he could do about it, secondly, to be fair, Katie kept up a decent enough pace and thirdly, had he been running as fast as he could have he would no doubt have run straight into one of the various HYRDRA patrols they encountered within the woods. As it happened, the pace they were going at was perfect for his sharp senses to alert him whenever a passing patrol was near, enabling them to duck out of sight.

Eventually, the trees began to thin out and through the gloomy mist that had descended, which he had to admit was incredibly useful to keep their presence as covert as possible, Steve saw the perimeter fence and gate to the camp. He stopped dead, his arm out causing Katie to also pause and as he studied the gate, trying to figure out the best way in, he heard the rumble of trucks coming from his side. He spun just in time to see them approaching down the road which led through the wooded area and he crouched down, pulling Katie down with him.  

“Reckon you can make the last one?” He asked, turning to face her.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “They’re not going too fast.”

Steve took another look around before he nodded and the two of them ran for the last truck, Katie springing up first and he heard her give a little sigh as he pulled himself up over the tail gate. “Crap.”

The reason for her curse soon became apparent as Steve landed in the back of the truck and came face to face with two HYDRA guards.

"Fellas." He nodded. There was a split second and they both lunged at him at the same time. He pushed Katie a little harshly to the right as he hit one with straight punch to the face, the other dropping with a groan as Katie had connected a well-aimed boot to his stomach. As both guards tried to scramble to their feet, Steve grabbed both their heads, smashing them together like a pair of cymbals before he tossed them straight out of the back.

“Impressive.” Katie looked at him, smirking and Steve rolled his eyes as she turned and looked carefully through a small tear in the side of the canvas of the truck. “They’re taking us straight in.”

“And then what?”

“I dunno, you tell me, you’re the Star Spangled Man with a Plan after all.”

“Oh for the love of…this isn’t some kind of fucking day’s outing!” He practically exploded and Katie groaned.

“Lighten up, Steve.” She turned away, looking back through the hole in the side of the truck. “It was a joke.”

“Well I see nothing funny about any of this, at all.”

“And you think I do?” Katie turned, her eyes once more full of an angry fire. “Let me tell you, Captain, my unit has seen things these last four months that no one should ever have to see. And you know how we dealt with it? By NOT dealing with it.” She brushed a piece of hair off her face. “We joked, made light of the situations we found ourselves in because they were downright fear inducing, and if we didn’t none of us would have lasted five minutes. So take that stick out of your ass and stop being so goddamned self-righteous.”

Steve blinked, but before he could respond to her angry outburst the truck slowed and then began to reverse. Eventually it came to a stop and Steve could hear someone at the tail of the truck so he gestured for Katie to get behind him, which she did. He simply raised his shield in front of his body and waited. The flap to the back of the truck opened and without hesitation Steve smashed the shield straight into the guard’s face, sending him flying backwards. Quickly and quietly, shield on his arm, he jumped out of the truck, turning to help Katie down and the pair of them turned left, jumping off the raised loading platforms and jogging, all the time keeping their bodies stooped and low.

There were lines and lines of tanks emblazoned with the HYDRA symbol and the two of them shared a glance at one another. It was clear to Steve that Katie and Peggy were right, Schmidt had been gearing HYDRA up to be far more than a science division for some time if this equipment was anything to go by. Together, they weaved their way through the lines of armoured vehicles, taking care to keep to the shadows and out of sight as they made their way towards a smaller outbuilding that looked like it led into the main base.

“Come on.” Steve gently nudged Katie and the pair of them ran across the ground. Steve hopped up onto a tank that was conveniently parked by the annex, offering his hand to Katie to pull her up. They both scrambled onto the flat roof and ran, hopping up onto a slightly higher roof before they reached a set of metal steps which led up the side of the huge base. Katie went first, scrambling as fast as she could up them where she paused on a platform approximately halfway up. She nodded to a thick, iron door which led inside the building and Steve moved to try it, shaking his head.

“It’s locked.”

“Yeah, and you have the strength of like thirty men or whatever.” She rolled her eyes “Open it.”

He looked at her, narrowing his eyes at the fact she was bossing him around but he didn’t argue. He moved towards the door, shaking his head “This isn’t gonna-“ he gave a sharp tug and with a squeal the door pulled straight off the hinges “-work.” He finished lamely, looking from the door to Katie who stood there, arms folded, smirking.

“If only you had as much faith in you as I have.” She said a little sardonically and once more he glared at her. Pulling out her pistol Katie made to go in the door and Steve put his arm out.

“No, I’ll go first.” He stopped her.

“That’s not gonna work because you need to prop the door back up, so when that guard patrol comes back it doesn’t look like someone broke in.” She shook her head. Steve let out an exasperated sigh, more frustrated that she’d pointed out yet another potential issue he hadn’t considered in his haste and she smiled at him, “This is what I’m trained in, stealth.” She shrugged

She stepped inside, keeping herself flattened to the wall as Steve followed, leaning the door back up before he paused as they both looked around, finding themselves in a corridor of sorts.

“Any ideas on which way?” He asked and Katie pondered for a moment.

“Well, the front of the camp is left.” She frowned and Steve nodded his agreement.

“So we go right.”

“Yup.”

“Keep behind me, stay in the shadows.” He couldn’t help himself but instruct her, but to her credit she didn’t argue, merely gave him a little salute as the two of them set off through the factory.

A short while later they reached another door, only this one was guarded, they could see through the etched glass window embedded within it. Steve signalled to Katie to keep back before he knocked. The guard turned and came towards them, and as soon as the door opened Steve punched him hard in the face before smashing his head between the door and the wall. As the guard went down he caught him, pulling him silently out before the two of them headed inside, taking care to shut the door behind them. They appeared now to be in the main munitions storage area of the factory, and it was busy. Guards swarming all over, people driving pickups laden with crates, and each soldier seemed to be carrying guns powered by some form of liquid that was glowing a bright, cobalt blue.  

They dodged between aisles, using whatever they could to keep out of sight and as they snuck between a collection of huge metal containers of some kind, they both paused as they spotted what appeared to be racks of small, rectangular shaped metal items all containing the mysterious blue liquid. It was eerie, like nothing Steve had ever seen before and he gently moved to a closer look, picking one up.

“What the hell is that?” Katie whispered as he turned it over in his hand.

“I have absolutely no idea.” He shrugged “Except, to state the obvious, it looks like some kind of grenade. But, I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“We should take them back to the lab.” She stated and Steve nodded his agreement, sticking the item into the pocket of his fatigues before they set off to continue their search heading even deeper into the base.

After another fifteen minutes or so of dodging as many HYDRA agents as they could, and subduing the ones they couldn’t, they reached a large room deep in the belly of the base and Steve took a deep breath as he looked around the room at the huge metal cages that contained easily over a hundred soldiers, if not two. He felt Katie still besides him as she also glanced around, her eyes flashing as she scanned the room, her attention instantly shooting upwards when they saw a warden walking above the cages on some kind of gangway, in which the large, circular tops of the cages were embedded. Steve also spotted another guard weaving his way amongst the large cells on the floor and took a deep breath.

“Right,” he turned to Katie. “I’ll take the one up top first, then I’ll drop down and-“

Katie took an exasperated breath, “don’t you trust me or something?” She hissed.

“Of course I do, but-“

“Then you go up high, I’ll take the one down below. I can do this, I’m not some fairy-tale princess that needs protecting. And whilst I appreciate your chivalry, as well you know, now is not the time, Soldier.”

Steve inhaled deeply and looked at her, her green eyes bored into his and he gave her a sharp nod deciding to go along with her, despite every part of his brain screaming at him not to.  Without looking back, he ran around the side of the large room and found a set of metal steps which led up the side. He took them two at a time and then continued along the raised platform that ran round the side of the room, crouching as he went to keep out of the dim light that the small, barred windows let in. He spotted the guard coming his way and ducked even more, waiting, and once the man was within reach he grabbed his shield from his back and swung it with a huge arm straight at his face. The guard topped backwards and landed heavily on top of one of the cages out cold.

As Steve moved and began to search the guard for his keys, all the prisoners stood up, their eyes wide with shock and surprise.

“And who the hell are you supposed to be?" One of them spoke as the rest continued to simply stare at him in stunned silence and he didn’t miss the way a few of them eyed him up and down, taking in his helmet and shield painted in the stars and stripes of the American Flag.

“I’m…” Steve answered a little breathlessly as he hesitated for a moment as he began to look around for Katie, but he found no sign of her, “Captain America." He finished a little lamely, glancing back down.

"I beg your pardon?" Another man spoke, this one in a British accent as Steve grabbed the keys from the guard’s belt and ran back the way he had come. As heard he ran across the floor to the first cage, he heard the hisses and rumbles of excited murmurs he glanced up to see Katie jogging towards him.

"Merde," one of the prisoners uttered as all heads turned in her direction.

“Language!” Katie turned her eyes to the soldier who had spoken, giving a slight smirk which the man returned as Steve unlocked the cage he was in.

“You okay?” He asked Katie as they moved to the next cage and she nodded.

“Yeah, took him down with a choke hold then kicked him in the face for good measure,” she shrugged as they moved down to the next cage, then the next.

“Well, well, well, Lady Lieutenant!” A tall, wide man spoke and Steve saw Katie’s head snap in his direction, her smirk turning into a huge smile. “What took you so long?”

“Got here as fast as I could. I'll be outta here just as fast when Phillips finds out where I am.” Katie grinned, before she shook her head and sighed, her voice cracking. “Damned it Dum Dum, we thought you were all dead!”

“Take more than that to get rid of us.”

Systematically, they moved through the room, unlocking each cage as they went until they reached the last one, all the time Steve scanning the faces of the prisoners all as they all emerged, shaking hands and hugging one another. But the face he had been hoping to see wasn’t amongst any of them.

"Are there any others?" Steve whispered, pushing his way between the man he knew only as Dum Dum and an Asian man who was holding his dog tags up, looking slightly affronted.  “I'm looking for a Sergeant James Barnes." He asked, turning to the British soldier who began walking alongside him and Katie.

"There's an isolation ward in the factory, but no one has ever come back from it." The British Man spoke.

“Alright,” Steve spoke, considering his options as he continued walking towards the door through which they had entered. "The tree line's northwest, about eighty yards past the gate. Agent Stark knows where it is.” He stopped and turned, nodding towards Katie, his eyes returning back to the group of men “You follow and take your instructions from her, you got it?”

The British man and a few others began to nod, the excitement and anticipation of a fight was easily sensed and Katie stepped forward, shaking her head.

“Steve,” she began to protest but this was one order he was not going to let her ignore.

“You said your mission was requisition.” His eyes locked on hers “So use these guys and do it. Get out fast and give ‘em hell. I'll meet you in the clearing with anybody I find inside."

For a moment he thought she was going to argue but she didn’t. Instead, she took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes still locked onto his. In that split second, Steve hesitated. There was so much he wanted to say, but, he couldn’t find the words to express what he was feeling. He wanted to tell her to stay safe, to keep herself out of danger, make sure she got out alive…but instead he looked at her, swallowing and she gave him a soft smile.

“I know.” She said gently, “you too.”

Steve gave her another curt nod, his chest tightening a little as he turned to go.

"Wait, you know what you're doing?" A soldier shouted after him, and Steve looked back over his shoulder about to answer before he heard Katie quip.

“He’s knocked out Adolf Hitler over two hundred times."

The prisoners furrowed their brows, before glancing around at each other with confused expressions on their faces and despite himself Steve gave a little chuckle, looking at Katie’s grinning face once more before he turned around and jogged out of the door, her voice ringing in his ears as she issued instructions to the troops.

“You heard the Captain. Now the base is heavily armed so we’re absolutely going to have to fight our way out. On the way, we grab as much tech and weapons as we can. Not only to use but also for further analysis by my unit….”

Her voice died down as Steve picked up a jog, shield on his back and headed off back the way they had come.  It wasn’t long before a loud siren rang out and Steve took a deep breath, trying to push his worry away as shouts and loud explosions boomed in his ears, signalling the fight had begun. He continued making his way into the factory, fighting his way through a number of guards easily as gunfire sounded all around him, the angry yells and screams of fighting filled his ears as the freed prisoners began to engage with the HYDRA soldiers.

He fought his way up onto the gangway that circled the main factory floor, dispatching another guard with a swift, hard boot to the abdomen that sent him flying over the railing and he took a look around, the sheer size of the factory floor catching him off guard for a moment before he remembered what he was here to do. Pulling out his pistol he turned right, jogging round the gangway until he hit a dimly lit corridor. He continued round and, as he quickly made his way through in search of the isolation ward, he saw a short man in thick glasses, carrying a briefcase and a number of files in his arms emerge from a room. The man stopped dead, looked at Steve and then turned and sprinted away from him, heading round the corner. Steve began to run after him, but as he passed the room the man had emerged from, he slowed when he heard what sounded like someone talking, mumbling even.

Taking a deep breath, he entered the room, following the sound as it became clearer and then his heart stopped and he grew hot, his breathing deep as he knew that voice. It was weak but still so familiar, even if it had been months since he had heard it.

"Sergeant. 32557…"

He hurried through another door, glancing towards the end of the room and saw the man he’d come to this very place for, strapped to a reclined medical chair.

"Bucky?" Steve shot over, pausing at the side of the chair and looking down at his best friend. Bucky’s eyes didn’t move, instead he kept chanting his rank and number as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. "Oh my God." Steve swallowed was his eyes travelled over Bucky’s body, taking in the restraints that kept him strapped to the chair. He looked tired, weak, sick even, and it hurt Steve to see him in such a state. Bucky had always been the strong one out of the pair of them, normally looking after him. But, well, now it was time to return the favour.  He swallowed and began ripping the straps around him with ease.

"Is that…?"

"It's me. It’s Steve.”

"Steve?" Bucky murmured, his face breaking into a smile as recognition flooded his features.

"Come on." Steve helped Bucky to his feet, holding onto his arms as he steadied himself before he gently reached out and patted the side of his friends face.

"I thought you were dead," Steve sighed as Bucky frowned, his eyes fixed on where Steve’s face would normally have been, and when he instead found himself looking at Steve’s chest, he raised his eyes up wards, puzzlement etched across his face.

"I thought you were smaller.” Bucky swallowed and Steve kept hold of him, helping him to stand upright as he became more coherent. Whilst Bucky was gaining his senses, Steve took a quick glance around and his eyes focussed on a map pinned to the wall, various positions highlighted upon it across Europe. Committing it to memory he then slung Bucky's arm over his shoulder, for the first time ever bearing his friend’s weight.

"Come on," he urged as he began to lead him out of the lab.

"What happened to you?" Bucky asked as Steve pretty much hauled him out of the room, keeping him upright as he stumbled, his feet struggling for traction.

"I joined the Army." Steve replied simply.

As they made their way back down the corridor, Steve felt Bucky becoming able to bear some of his own weight, and then gently nudge at Steve to let him go so he did. Bucky followed behind a pace or two his arm clutched over his ribs.

"Did it hurt?" He suddenly asked.

"A little," Steve replied, his head still looking around.

"Is it permanent?"

"So far."  Steve nodded as they continued.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion which rocked the factory and the two men paused for a second before they picked up the pace. Eventually they emerged onto the gangway Steve had walked round before and immediately recoiled back as another explosion sent a huge ball of fire up into the air. Steve held his shield up to protect his face as Bucky ducked slightly, his hand gripping one of the railings, other hiding his face.  Turning away from the railings, Steve started to head up a set of stairs immediately behind him, Bucky following. The heat was stifling and it made Steve feel like he was stuck in a furnace as they quickly sprinted up the metal steps and emerged onto another gangway. Taking a right, they began to sprint down it, explosions and flames roaring below them. Steve’s brow beaded with sweat and he wiped it with the back of his hand, taking another look down.  He had no idea whether the fire had been started by the men led by Katie or some self-destruction ploy by HYDRA to prevent any of their plans or weapons getting into their hands, either way he found it hard to care. One less base to deal with he supposed.

“Captain America!”

Steve stopped dead, turning to his left to see two men on the other side of the factory by an elevator door. One was the shorter bespectacled man Steve had seen before, and the other he recognised also, but only from photos. Johann Schmidt, HYDRA leader. He was dressed in a long black trench-coat of sorts, a large silver buckle bearing the HYDRA symbol spanned his waist and he turned towards Steve as he handed the other man a silver briefcase.

“How exciting! I'm a great fan of your films.” Schmidt’s thick German accent carried across the factory as he began to walk over the gangway towards Steve. Steve took a deep breath, his jaw setting as he strode towards the man, the anger surging through his body.  “So, Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still impressive."

At that Steve swung his right arm back and bridged the two or so feet in between him and Schmidt with a punch straight to the man’s face, the impact forcing the HYDRA leader back a few steps.

"You've got no idea," Steve snarled.

Schmidt merely smirked, before standing up, cracking his jaw slightly and Steve frowned at the way the right hand side of his face appeared to have sagged away from his eye socket.  "Haven't I?"

Quickly, the man’s fist flew towards Steve, but equally as quickly he raised his shield to block it. The metal vibrated in his hands and to his utter shock the item dented with the force of Schmidt’s blow. It was then that Steve recalled Erskine telling him how the man had taken the serum, and that it had enhanced him too. In a flash he reached for his pistol but Schmidt was too quick and laded a punch straight to the left hand side of Steve’s jaw. He was knocked completely off his feet, falling backwards onto the metal of the gangway, the pistol he had been holding slid straight out of his hand and over the edge. Schmidt advanced towards Steve but he threw all his weight into a huge double kick, which sent the man sprawling backwards.

As Steve got to his feet, the gangway he was on suddenly began to move backwards, separating him from Schmidt who stood up, the two men not moving a muscle as the metal walkway drew them both back to their respective sides.

"No matter what lies Erskine told you, you see I was his greatest success!" Schmidt yelled as Steve stood still, his chest heaving, as Schmidt reached up for his face, grabbing at the skin at the left hand side of his jaw. As Steve watched, to his horror, he began to peel back the skin revealing that it was a mask, and underneath was a grotesque, featureless red skull.

Steve swallowed, his face wrinkling up as he tried to understand what the hell he had just seen. What he was still seeing, for that matter.

"You don't have one of those, do you?" Bucky mumbled, his attention also on the man in front of them.

"You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality,” Schmidt tossed the mask down into the flames, Steve following it with his eyes before he glanced back across the factory room “,you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind.” At that Schmidt turned to his right and walked towards the now open elevator “Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!" he gestured with his hand as he made his way into the elevator.

"Then how come you're running?" Steve yelled back. It was a pathetic shot really, all things considered, but it was all Steve could think about saying given what had happened. As expected, Schmidt completely ignored him and merely smirked as he pressed a button to his right and the doors closed.

Steve paused, still not completely sure what the hell had gone on when a large explosion rocked the platform they were stood on, causing both him and Bucky to duck once more from debris that shot up all around them.

They needed a way out. Steve’s eyes fell back on the elevator and he followed the shaft upwards spotting a set of doors right at the top which led, he assumed, to the roof. He followed the line of the ceiling, noticing there was a thin gantry that led over to the side they were on, and he spun round to spot another set of steps which led upwards.

That was it, their only way out.

"Come on," Steve turned around, grabbing Bucky’s arm and leading him to the stairs. "Let's go. Up."

Together they hurriedly climbed and reached the highest walkway that stretched across the factory floor that was now burning, Steve felt, hotter than hell itself. Explosions rocked the catwalks causing everything to shake and Steve glanced at the flimsy gantry that led over to the side they needed to be on, then back to Bucky.

“Let’s go. One at a time.” He moved to help Bucky climb over the railings to allow him to cross first. Bucky made his way tentatively across the thin beam of metal and as he was roughly at the halfway point, it began to give way. Bucky picked up his pace and threw himself off the edge grabbing the railings at the other side, but the gantry collapsed behind him leaving Steve stranded.

Steve watched as Bucky hauled himself over and then tuned to face him, the realisation that Steve was stuck evident on his face as he looked back at him.

"Gotta be a rope or something!" Bucky shouted hopefully. At that point another part of the factory below them fell with a loud crash into the fire below and Steve swallowed, shaking his head.

"Just go! Get out of here!" he bellowed, waving Bucky away. Bucky shook his head, his hands gripping the railing around the walkway.

"No! Not without you!" He screamed back, desperation lacing his tone.

Steve looked over at him, then peered down at the fire, before taking another look up. If he stayed where he was, he was a dead man. If he jumped and didn’t make it, he was a dead man. But if he didn’t jump, well he had no chance of making it at all.

Decision made, he pushed the now broken bars of the railings in front of him, bending it out of the way to create a gap large enough to jump through. He took a few steps back, once more gaging the distance before he sighed and grimaced a little at what he was about to do. His thoughts flashed to Katie, his only comfort out of all of this was that she wasn’t stuck with him now and had a good chance of having made it out. With a deep breath he set off at a sprint before he launched himself off the side, over the huge chasm below. His arms flailed, as did his legs as he spun them to try and maintain momentum, the flames and explosions licking at his boots and with a loud grunt he landed, his arms gripping tightly onto the remainder of the railing beside Bucky. Bucky was quick to grab him, hauling him over, the pair of them falling to the metal walkway. Steve landed with a grunt on his back and took a huge breath, turning to look at Bucky who was led besides him, his chest heaving.  

“Thanks.” Steve panted as Bucky looked at him, incredulously.

“You’re thanking me? Whatever, punk.”

Another large explosion rocked the gangway they were on and they both rolled over, before pushing themselves up, stumbling a little as they made their way hastily through the door, bursting out into the cold night air. Steve took a split second to gather his bearings, his eyes flicking to the front gate of the camp before he located a set of the metal railing type rungs the same as the ones he and Katie had used to gain entry at the side of the building.

“This way.” Steve instructed as he led Bucky towards it, and started to descend, all the time keeping one eye on his friend in case he lost his grip and Steve needed to catch him. When Steve’s feet finally touched down on solid ground he felt like yelling in utter relief, but they weren’t clear yet. Once Bucky landed besides him, they both set off at a sprint across the outside area of the camp. There were still a fair number of soldiers running around but they were too busy trying to escape the burning building to pay him and Bucky any attention. Nevertheless, they kept to the shadows and made their way out of the gate, Steve taking a sharp right following the way he had come with Katie before.

As they walked towards the clearing they were aiming for, the hushed sound of voices and chatter hit their ears and he heard Bucky take a sharp breath.

“Steve?” Bucky asked as Steve continued walking, his feet crunching over the frosty ground under his boots. “Is that…”

“No, it’s not HYDRA.” Steve assured him. “We found a bunch of other prisoners before you, got them out first.”

“We?” Bucky asked, “there was someone else with you?”

“Yeah, it was….” Steve trailed off as they emerged into the clearing and a number of men wheeled round, guns raised. As they spotted who it was, their weapons dropped but before Steve could say anything, Katie pushed through the middle and stopped dead, her chest heaving. She looked a little roughed up- some of her uniform was torn, there was a cut to her right temple, a trickle of blood having seeped down her cheek and the same side of her face looked a little red and bruised, but other than that, she seemed fine.

Steve felt relief flood his system at the sight of her, and without a word he strode quickly towards her and she threw herself at him, wrapping her legs round his waist as he held her tight, one hand supporting her lower back, the other gripping at the back of her head, fisting softly in her untidy hair.

“Thank God.” he mumbled, closing his eyes as he held her close, pressing his face into her hair.

“You’re late.” She stuttered and he let out a splutter of a laugh as he pulled back to look at her. “I thought you were gonna stand me up.”

“Never,” he shook his head, his eyes locking onto hers. They stood still, no attention being paid to anyone around them at all and Steve swallowed, his eyes flicking down to her mouth. His face dropped towards hers, and then a voice spoke from behind them, completely interrupting him and reminding him that firstly he was in the middle of a still heavily occupied with enemy troops forest and secondly, that they were most certainly not alone.

“Well, this is nice.”

Steve closed his eyes and let out a sigh as he set Katie onto her feet, stepping back out of her space, blushing furiously. She peered round him, as he turned and saw Bucky smirking at the pair of them. He jerked his face towards Katie, arching an eyebrow.

“Hey, Doll face.”

“Barnes.” She scanned him up and down, taking in his appearance before she smiled. “Good to see you in one piece.”

“Yeah, I hate to break this little reunion up,” Dum Dum spoke and they all turned to face him, “but I suggest we get moving and tie up with the rest.”

“The rest?” Steve frowned, looking around, and for the first time he noticed that there were a lot less men than he had anticipated “Where…”

“We split into three main groups. We took a few losses but most of us made it. My group managed to take a few vehicles.” Katie explained. “Some kind of tank, two trucks. We also found a huge storehouse too and loaded both trucks with as much as we could take, weapons, ammo, and equipment, what ration packs we could find.” She took a deep breath. “There’s an old abandoned allied base some ten miles South East which someone suggested would be easier for us to hold up in whilst we waited for help. I sent a group ahead with the seriously wounded along with support. Said we would meet them there.”

Steve blinked, astounded at her planning, although he knew he really shouldn’t be. He nodded and then looked around, before a huge explosion made them all jump and Steve turned to see an enormous fireball erupt into the sky signalling that the HYDRA base had finally gone up completely.

“Okay, let’s move.” He instructed, as Katie began to bark out instructions again, before she hurried forward and fell into step alongside Dugan, who pulled out his compass before he pointed and began to bellow out for everyone to make tracks.

“So,” Bucky fell into step alongside Steve, and Steve kept his eyes focussed ahead as they began to walk “Somethin’ going on between you two or…”

“Don’t know what you mean.” Steve replied, but couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face as he continued to avoid Bucky’s searching glance.

“You’re a punk.” Bucky snorted, nudging him.

“Jerk.” Steve replied simply, the smile on his face growing bigger by the second.

***** Chapter 6

[fangirlinsweden]

May 2020

Down below I will list all the fantastic fanfiction I have read during May 2020.

1 ~ Love in Lace 6-7 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

1 ~ The Lemonade Collection 1-4 by @mypassionsarenysins  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU

2 ~ The Lemonade Collection 5: 6 Inch. by @mypassionsarenysins  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU

2 ~ Teacher, Teacher 10 by @kaunis-sielu   ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU

2 ~ Love in Lace 8-9 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

3 ~ XOXO 5 by @buckysmischief  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Scott Lang x Reader, Marvel Social Media AU

3 ~ The Lemonade Collection 6: Don’t Hurt Yourself by @mypassionsarenysins  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader, Marvel AU

4 ~  Love In Lace 10-11 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

4 ~ Kings: Flour by @kaunis-sielu  ❤️ Bucky Barnes X Reader, Marvel AU

5 ~ Love in Lace 12-13 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

5 ~ Lines In the Sand (Whole Series) by @littlefreya  ❤️ Captain Syverson x OFC (Jessica Gallagher) 

5 ~ How’s it going, Bitch? Epilogue by @thinkoutsidethebex  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel Social Media

6 ~  When the Moon reaches for the Stars by @the-canary  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel

6 ~ How’s it going, bitch? [a post credit scene] by @thinkoutsidethebex  ❤️ Steve Rogers x reader, Marvel Social Media

6 ~ Teacher, Teacher 11 by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU

6 ~ Love in Lace 14 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

7 ~ That Boy Is Mine & He Belongs To Me by @mariah-vg  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel

7 ~ Love in Lace 15 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

8 ~ Love in Lace 16 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

9 ~ Love in Lace 17 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

9 ~ Best Friends Brother by @propertyofpoeandbucky   ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU You’ve been best friends with Rebecca Barnes ever since you were twelve. No you’re 22 and now you feel that after for so long, you might not be able to hold back your crush on Rebecca’s brother, Bucky

10 ~ Love in Lace 18-19  by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

11 ~ As you wish, Ma’am 18 by @seasaurusrrex  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel Social Media AU

11 ~ Love in Lace 20-21 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

12 ~ Love In Lace 22-23 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

12  ~ Spies by @mermaidxatxheart  ❤️ Sam Wilson x Reader, Marvel

13 ~ Love In Lace 24 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

13 ~ Teacher, Teacher 13 by @kaunis-sielu  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU

13  ~ XOXO 6 by @buckysmischief   ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Scott Lang x Reader, Marvel Social Media AU

14 ~ Colors, Crayons, and Mischief (Whole series) by  @mypassionsarenysins   ❤️ Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel Social Media AU

14 ~ This is your song by @propertyofpoeandbucky  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

15 ~ As you wish, ma’am 19-20 by @seasaurusrrex  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader,  Marvel Social Media AU

15 ~ I Remember Loving You by @sunlightdances  ❤️ Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural 

16 ~ Teacher, Teacher 14 by @kaunis-sielu  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU

16 ~ Fated 1-3 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader Fate is a tricky thing, and must always stay on track. Fate cannot be fought, it always comes around. Fate has plans for Hades and Persephone, plans nobody can change.

17 ~ Fated 4-5 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

17 ~ Really by @bigdaddib  ❤️ Arya Stark x Gentry, Game of Thrones Modern AU

17 ~ The Perks of Being the Best Friend by @captain-rogers-beard  ❤️ Colin Shea x Reader,  What's Your Number? 

17 ~ It’s Gonna Be Me 5-6 by @barnesjamcs  ❤️ Chris Beck x Reader, The Martian

18 ~ Jealous (Strong) Steve by @pies-writes-and-more  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel

18 ~ Fated 6-7 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

19 ~ Misunderstandings by @simsadventures  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel

20 ~ Teacher, Teacher 15 by @kaunis-sielu  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU

20 ~ Fated 8-9 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

21 ~ Beating the Boss 1-2 by @the--sad--hatter ❤️ Loki x Reader, Marvel AU Nobody could tame Loki Odinson, no matter how hard they tried. Over a dozen assistants had attempted, and all had come running back to The Potts Agency in tears. In a last ditch attempt the tame the beastly boss, Pepper sends in a wildcard: The assistant with the attitude problem. You. You’ve got issues of your own, zero impulse control, and absolutely no fear. Maybe that’s exactly what Loki needs, or at least his brother is willing to give it a shot. Suddenly you go from clearing out your desk, to being given free reign and immunity with one of the most powerful and prickly men in the city.Your challenge is to bring Loki to task, by any means necessary. His challenge is to break you, and make you quit. Let the games begin.

21 - Fated 10-12 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

21 ~ Beating The Boss 1-2 by @the--sad--hatter ❤️ Loki x Reader, Marvel AU Nobody could tame Loki Odinson, no matter how hard they tried. Over a dozen assistants had attempted, and all had come running back to The Potts Agency in tears. In a last ditch attempt the tame the beastly boss, Pepper sends in a wildcard: The assistant with the attitude problem. You.  You’ve got issues of your own, zero impulse control, and absolutely no fear. Maybe that’s exactly what Loki needs, or at least his brother is willing to give it a shot. Suddenly you go from clearing out your desk, to being given free reign and immunity with one of the most powerful and prickly men in the city.Your challenge is to bring Loki to task, by any means necessary. His challenge is to break you, and make you quit. Let the games begin.

22 ~ Fated 13-15 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

23 ~ Fated 16-17 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

23 ~ Teacher, Teacher 16 by @kaunis-sielu  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU

24 ~ Fated 18 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

24 ~ Breaking The Boss 3 by @the--sad--hatter ❤️ Loki x Reader, Marvel AU

25 ~ Fated 19-20 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

25 ~ XOXO 7 by @buckysmischief  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Scott Lang x Reader, Marvel Social Media AU

25 ~ Primus by @iwillbeinmynest ❤️ Bucky x OFC , Marvel AU

25 ~ Just a Little Complicated by @empyreanwritings ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU

25 ~  THE QUARANTINE DIARIES part 1 by @barnesjamcs  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader

25 ~ Messy Chapter 1 Part 1 - Chapter 3 Part 4 by @subtlebucky  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Marvel Social Media AU You like Steve. You get tired of waiting for Steve to make a move. You ask Sam for help. Sam gives you Bucky.

26 ~ Fated 21- 22 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

26 ~ Messy Chapter 4 Part 1 by @subtlebucky  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Marvel Social Media AU

27 ~ Teacher, Teacher 17 by @kaunis-sielu  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU

27 ~ Fated 23-24 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

27 ~ Messy Chapter 4 Part 2 by @subtlebucky  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Marvel Social Media AU

28 ~ Fated 25-26 by @itsanerdlife  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

28 ~ Memories by @holylulusworld​  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel

28 ~ Trigger Happy by @stuckonjbbarnes​  ❤️ Clint Barton x Reader (Platonic), Marvel

29 ~ Fated 27-28 by @itsanerdlife​  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

30 ~ Messy Chapter 4 Part 3  by @subtlebucky  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Marvel Social Media AU

30 ~ Fated 29-30  by @itsanerdlife​  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

31  ~ Fated 31-32  by @itsanerdlife​  ❤️ Hades!OC!Howie Stark x Persephone!Reader

31 ~ Messy Chapter 5 Part 1  by @subtlebucky  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Marvel Social Media AU

31 ~ Teacher, Teacher 18 by @kaunis-sielu  ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU  

I Have also read these, but can’t remember dates for all the parts:

Lost On You (Whole series) by @imaginationintowords  ❤️ Peter Parker x Sister!Reader Steve Rogers x Reader, Avengers x Reader; Marvel Hybrid Social Media AU Y/N Parker is Peter’s older sister. She is ten years older than Peter, making her 26 years-old. She is also an Avenger, her powers are very similar to Wanda’s; telekinesis, mind reading, teleportation, and elemental bending. She has been an Avenger far longer than Peter, and like Peter her identity is kept a secret. As well as being an Avenger she works in the lab alongside Tony, she is a science genius. She has also been dating Steve Rogers for the past 3 years. Their relationship is as great as it can possibly be, that is until Steve does something that has Y/n questioning not only their entire relationship, but her place in the Avengers. It opens her eyes to how much of her life has revolved around Steve and work. Never really experiencing life like everyone else her age has.

Dumb, Drunk, and In Love by @empyreanwritings​   ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel After God knows how many drinks, you find yourself lost at the beach and ready to make dumb decisions. So, who better to call than your super-soldier of an ex-boyfriend to see if he can save the day?

Speak Now by @rogvewitch​  ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU Your best friend’s wedding is just wrong. Wrong dress, wrong decor, and mostly wrong bride for him to marry.

[itsanerdlife]

Bad For You 1/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

Tag List Is Open!!

First day of Fall semester of your second year of college. You stop in front of the steps, replying to Wanda’s text. Waiting for you in class, with a seat saved. Your hair fell around you, your hoodie and leggings were a easy run on a early morning. A large hand cups one side of your ass, a large body pushes up against you a second later. 

You whirl around on the heels of your sneakers. Your palm slams across his cheek with a loud smack. He looks down, startled. But his head pulls back, surprise on his face, his cheek turning bright red.

You’re momentarily surprised as well. He’s ridiculously gorgeous, strong jaw line cleanly shaven, rumbled, wild dark brown hair, his eyes are the shade of whiskey aged to perfection. He stands taller than you, but he’s not a massive guy, well built. Arms taunt with muscle noticeable with the way his long sleeve hugs him.

“Damn girl.” He smirks, and the breathe left your body. “Early in the morning for a swing like that.” He chuckles.

“Early in the morning for your hand on my ass.” You manage to bite back. Keeping your composure so the random gorgeous stranger doesn’t realize the affect he has on you.

“Sorry, mistaken identity.” He grins, eyes running over you. “I could have sworn those legs were in my bed this morning.” He licks his lips, pressing them together as his eyes slowly work over your legging covered legs.

“Oh fuck boy, these are legs that’ll never be wrapped around you. Keep wishing though.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. You turn heading up the steps, you only make it to the landing before the door.

“I’ll add it to my Christmas list!” He calls after you. You glance back, pulling the door open. He grins, backing away from the steps. You shake your head, stepping into the building without so much as giving him another look. 

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You settle into the seat with Wanda, pulling out your notebook and pen. You settle in, as Wanda speed texts next to you. You were waiting for the History course to start, your hand absent mindedly rubbed over the palm that had slapped the gorgeous stranger. There’s a soft sting in the skin still, but the stranger thing. You could still feel the warmth of his hand on your ass.

The doors of the hall open once more. You glance back, double taking as the gorgeous stranger stands inside. His eyes run down the tables, looking for an opening. But he double takes as well when his eyes skip across you. A smirk on his lips, he starts down the stairs, you force yourself to turn back around, facing front.

“What’s that look for?” Wanda looks over at you.

“What look?” Your brow pulls down.

“You’re scowling, but your cheeks are flushed.” She points out.

“Just ah, tired.” You shrug, running your hand through your hair.

“You should try a good slap. Really wakes you up.” A smug voice comes from behind you. You suck in a slow, deep breathe. Wanda looks from you to the guy behind you, and back. You slowly turn your upper body, to look back at him. A crooked grin on his lips, sleeves pushed up on his arms, and eyes tracking you.

“You’d think you’d learn to mind your own business.” You lift a brow. 

“I don’t know. I liked having my hand on your, business.” He drags his teeth over his bottom lip. Your mouth runs dry. “My mom says I never learn the first time.” He chuckles softly.

“You apparently didn’t learn how to treat a woman.” You scoff. He grins, leaning forward on his table, closing in on you from the level behind you.

“Baby girl, you have no idea how I could treat you.” His voice soft, with a gravel to it. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth again as he drops back against his seat. 

“I’m good.” You snort. “I’d rather not catch whatever you’re passing around, that keeps the school nurse busy.” You pop your shoulder, batting your eyes.

“I like a girl who can bite.” He grins.

“What fuck boy doesn’t?” Your head tips, watching him.

“Ouch. Baby girl, no need to be mean.” He pats his hand on his chest, grinning at you.

“Stop calling me that.” You huff.

“Tell me your name.” He chuckles.

“Hell no.” You retort.

“Dude, I’m ten minutes late and you’re tormenting someone already?” Another guy drops into the seat next to him. Holy fuck, they look ridiculously alike. Your eyes flick from one to the other.

“Is the puppy yours?” You lift a brow at the guy. They both exchange the same grin before looking at you.

“He’s my little brother if that’s what you’re asking.” He laughs. Brothers, holy fuck those are some strong genetics.

“Well put a leash on him. He’s barking up the wrong tree.” You roll your eyes.

“What did you do now?” He looks at his younger brother.

“Nothing.” He laughs.

“He grabbed my ass.” You explain.

“Howie.” The brother looks over.

“Mistaken identity. Swear.” He grins, but never looks away from you.

“Yet you’re still hitting on me.” You lift a brow.

“It was a really nice ass.” He shrugs, that grin plastered on his lips.

“I can’t be the first person to slap you.” You shake your head.

“You slapped him?” The brother grins.

“Yeah Peter you hear that, she slapped me.” Howie grins, nodding.

“You clearly deserved it.” Peter laughs, looking at his brother.

“That’s an understatement.” You roll your eyes, turning back around.

“Come on, just your name. You know mine.” You glance back, he’s leaning forward again.

“I didn’t ask for yours.” You smirk back at him. “You’ll have to work for mine.” You sass, turning back around. Wanda lifts a brow, a grin on her lips.

“Red, what’s her name?” Howie turns to Wanda. Wanda presses her lips together, looking from you to Howie. “Come on, pretty please?” 

You knew he was flashing that grin at her, you could practically feel the heat coming off it. You press your lips together, holding in the smile building. Pulling your hair over your shoulder you shake your head slowly. Wanda grins at you.

“Y/N.” Wanda tells him. 

“Thank you, girl.” Howie’s voice smug.

“But the thing you need to know.” Wanda adds. “She’s got a boyfriend, Sir Fuckboy.” She laughs, turning around in her seat to face the front as the professor walks in. 

“Fuck.” You hear Howie whisper. The sound of muffled laughter from Peter follows.

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Bad For You 12/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

Tag List Is Open!!

He leans on the frame of the open front door. She grabs her bag out of the passenger seat, before getting out. Dark grey sweatpants, cuffed at the bottom, they sat low on her hips. Her white T-shirt is cut short and loose. There’s a sweatshirt hanging out of her bag as well. She’s texting on her phone as she walks up the path.

“Huh.” Howie looks over, finding Steve smirking.

“Sweatpants might be my new favorite thing ever.” Howie grins, looking back at Y/N.

“Sounds about right.” Steve laughs, patting Howie on the shoulder he slips past. He nods to Y/N heading for his own car. 

“Let’s finish this Tempest.” She grins coming up the steps.

“Me or the book?” He laughs, ushering her in.

“Depends.” She shrugs. 

He shoves the door shut, the grin on his face. He wiggles his finger for her to follow. They head upstairs, he shoves the door open letting her into his room.

“Door can stay open.” He shrugs, dropping into his desk chair.

“Hell is freezing over.” She shakes her head smiling. Setting her bag down, she grabs her book and notebook. “Okay so analyzing these quotes.” She lets out a breath, looking at the assignment sheet.

“Ready cynical?” He chuckles.

“Oh shut up Tempest.” She smirks. 

Struggling to sit on the edge of his bed. The storage underneath made it sit higher up. She finally wiggles on to the edge, cracking open her book. He tries to not laugh, opening his own book. 

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They’ve switched spots, he’s sitting on his bed, back against the headboard. She’s pacing at the foot, talking with her hands as she tries to explain the quote. He swipes the lock on his phone, opening up Snapchat. She’s got one hand in her hair, book in the other. She shakes her hair over her shoulder, letting it fall across the side of her face.

He’s hitting post when she drops on the bed, a short distance from him. Her head rolls to the side, looking over at him. Her book on her stomach, hair splayed out on his comforter.

“This is fucking gibberish.” She sighs.

“Isn’t most Shakespeare?” He lifts a brow.

“Seriously! This is like learning another language.” She huffs, raising the book and shaking it.

“Come on two more.” He laughs.

“Oh you’re playing on your phone. Shut up, you’re not even paying attention.” She laughs.

“I always pay attention to you.” He shrugs, picking up his book. 

She chews her bottom lip before rolling over on her stomach. Book open on the bed, pulling her hair over her shoulder. He stares for a moment, trying to remember the last time a girl spent this much time with him, without hoping to make the list.

“Howie?” She grins looking up at him. He grins back.

“Sorry, what?” He runs his fingers through his hair. 

She laughs a little, tapping the page. He leans in to look as well. Scanning what she’s pointing to he nods but can’t ignore the exhilarating feeling of being this close to her. 

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“Wait? Is that the last one?” He looks over. She checks the sheet.

“It is. We are finished!” She sighs dramatically and rolls on to her back. They’re lying across his bed, her hair falls over the edge of the bed.

“Guess we are.” He looks down at her. She smiles, nose crinkling up as she does.

There wasn’t really a thought process, he just moves. Leaning in, he catches her by surprise once again since they met. Only this time she doesn’t slap him, she kisses him back, granting him access. It’s the greatest moment in his life to date.

Her phone vibrates on the bed. Moments later it does again. He pulls back, lifting a brow.

“Got another date?” He smirks.

“Yeah, she’s a red head. So hot.” She grins, grabbing her phone. “Wanda and I are supposed to go over the history work. Sorry.” She sighs, texting back quickly.

“You going to that sorority party tomorrow?” He asks as they both move off his bed.

“Yeah, Wanda and Nat want to go.” She nods, shoving her book and notebook into her bag. “You guys going? I mean it’s a party thrown by a whole house of woman.” She sasses with a smirk.

“Oh is that jealousy?” He grins.

“As if.” She rolls her eyes. Picking up her bag, his hand closes around hers, pulling her back to him.

“There’s no rush with us. But I think you know for damn sure I’m into you. But I know you just ended things with Harry. So I’m not going home with anyone else, unless you want too.” He nods.

“Saying what?” Her head tips softly.

“I’m all for you. So whenever you decide you’re ready, for whatever. Call or text me.” He explains. She nods, shoving her bag up her shoulder.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She heads for the door with him following.

He walks her out to her car. Taking the chance to kiss her again before she’s gone. When he steps into the house, the guys are watching him from the living room.

“What?” He laughs.

“How, we need to talk.” Peter nods. Howie hesitates, but drops into the arm chair.

“What’s up?” He looks around. The five of them watching him. 

“What’s going on with you and Y/N?” Buck asks.

“We finished our assignment?” He asks, confused by the question.

“So the little notes, library dates, coffee dates, flirting, banter?” Peter lifts a brow.

“So I flirt with her. Is that so wrong?” He lifts a brow.

“Dude you do a lot more than flirt with her.” Steve snorts.

“I do not.” Howie laughs.

“She’s your background on your phone, How!” Peter laughs. Howie’s brow pulls down thinking about that.

“So?” 

“We seen your snap post.” Sam points out. 

Howie chews his bottom lip, thinking about what he posted. Y/N in her sweats and T-shirt, her hair covered the side of her face. But the caption read ‘Think I just fell in love with sweat pant season’.

“What’s your point?” Howie sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“We saw you kissing her outside.” Clint smirks.

“So I like her.” Howie shrugs.

“Dude, you’re in deeper than that.” Steve laughs.

“Am not.” Howie argues.

“Dude, you have it bad for her. Howie Stark, Prince of Screw Crew. Has never had a girl as his background, never posted cute snaps, and he sure as fuck has never spent three hours with the bedroom door open, only studying with a hot girl.” Peter calls him out.

“The cute notes, the coffee, the nicknames, come on Howie. You have it bad. You’re waiting around for her to get over Harry so you can have her.” Buck adds.

“Holy fuck.” Howie’s eyes grow wide, his hand scraps across his jaw, mouth and cheek.

“How?” Peter chuckles.

“I think I’m falling for her.” He admits, a little in shock.

“Wow, I never thought we would hear those words.” Clint chuckles.

“Hell froze over.” Sam nods.

“I told her I was waiting for her to decide.” Howie rubs his hand over his face.

“He’s got it bad.” Steve smirks.

“How did I not notice?!” Howie blinks at them.

“Have you ever been serious with someone?” Clint wonders.

“Never.” Peter snorts.

“I’m serious about a girl.” Howie nods slowly.

“Damn you’re stupid.” Buck sighs, shaking his head. Howie pushes himself up, shuffling out of the room.

“That poor girl.” Steve snickers.

“He’s going to fuck it up.” Clint nods.

“Oh fuck yeah. It’s Howie, we’re Stark’s. It’s like programmed into our genes.” Peter laughs.

“Not helping me!” Howie yells back from the middle of the stairs.

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Bad For You 11/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

Tag List Is Open!!

Sitting in Brit Lit, Howie nudges a folded paper towards you. You couldn’t even fight the smile on your lips as you pull it towards you, flipping it open. Keep the flannel. It’ll never look that good on me.

You press your lips together, to contain the grin fighting it’s way to the surface. You quickly write out your reply, pushing it back towards him.

Never planned on returning it.

He grins, nodding. He writes something quickly, closing the paper once more and pushing it towards you.

Just come in taking over? I see how it is, baby girl.

You smile, folding the note. Slipping it into the protection of your notebook as professor Hill dismisses class.

“I mean, unless you’re going to stop me.” You grin at him. 

Pushing your notebook into your bag. You stand, slipping past Howie. He moves quick to catch up, he tugs softly on the back pocket of your jeans. Bringing you flush with his front, your head tips to look somewhat back at him.

“I’m not stopping you, wouldn’t dream of it.” He smirks at you.

“Meet me at the library and we can finish our assignment for Brit Lit.” You grin at him.

“Can you be quiet for the library?” He quirks a brow at you, a smirk on his lips. A few girls walking by, shoot you both looks. You laugh, shrugging your shoulder.

“Guess we’ll find out.” You sigh. He lets you slip away, watching you go.

The thing about Howie is, he never made you feel less about yourself. He never made you feel cheap, like he was just trying to get you into his bed. It was different, from the person you assumed him to be when you first met. But there were two sides to Howie Stark, and you weren’t lying, you really do like both of them. 

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Howie met you at the library, with coffee. You smile taking the cup he offered you. But not before you noticed the writing on the side. Baby Girl is written on the side.

“Smooth Stark. Smooth.” You nod, sipping from the cup.

“You have no idea.” He winks pulling out his notebook and book.

You press your lips together, setting your cup down. Running a hand through your hair, you glance around. Several tables occupied, exchange glances over, whispering.

“What?” Howie watches you.

“People are staring at us.” You shrug. His brow pulls down, he looks around. When his eyes fall on you again, he nods.

“I’ve had worse things said about me.” He shrugs a shoulder. But gets up, moving his stuff to the same side of the table as you. He drops into the seat next to you, sliding in closer.

“Howie.” You laugh softly.

“See this way, when you get all loud again, it’ll be easier to cover your mouth.” He winks, taking the assignment sheet from you. 

You shake your head but lean in to go over the next portion of the assignment. Knowing people were going to talk, but if you were being honest you didn’t care. Howie just had that affect on you, and you couldn’t complain. 

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The next day you’re leaving the coffee cart, when a hand slips around your waist. Body pushes up against the back of you, two fingers slip into your back pocket. Howie had found you between classes. You weren’t even sure you wanted to know how he managed that.

“Good afternoon.” You grin turning around to face him.

“Good afternoon indeed.” He grins, looking you over. You wore jeans and a sweatshirt. “Let’s finish Tempest tonight.” He tips his head, in that ‘I’m an adorable guy and I know it’ way.

“Library or coffee shop?” You lift a brow.

“My place?” He shrugs.

“Oh really?” You laugh.

“Swear I’ll be a good boy.” He grins, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Is that even possible? Doesn’t hell have to freeze over?” You sass.

“I’m always a good boy when I’m with you.” He points out. He had a point, he was never pushy or rushing.

“Okay. But I’m wearing sweatpants.” You shrug, backing away from him. The note in your back pocket burning hot with curiosity.

“That might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Howie nods.

Adjust the backward flat bill on his head. It sat on the crown of his head. His always rumbled hair didn’t lie flat which meant the hat didn’t sit right ever. He bites that bottom lip and grins.

“Awe and I wasn’t even trying.” You laugh. “I’ll text you.” You wave, turning to head down the hall away from him. 

Your last view of him, chewing his lip, messy hair, and that cocky glint in his eyes. Howie is trouble, and too damn attractive to deal with.

When you slip into a seat, you quickly pull the note out. Unfolding it, you open it up. Scanning it quickly.

Snap add HowHowie I need selfies of you to steal (:

You grin to yourself, before pulling your phone out. Of course his Snap name would be HowHowie. You roll your eyes adding him. Switching to texting, you send him a text.

Y/N: Who says I post selfies on snap?

Howie: Gonna need your Insta as well.

You shake your head but send it anyways.

Y/N: Why do you need my selfies?

Howie doesn’t reply before your professor starts class. But your phone vibrates in your lap shortly after. You swipe the lock, wanting to know what he sent.

Howie: Background, girl. Duh.

It’s a screen shot of his background. Your selfie. Your coffee selfie Wanda took, it makes you grin.

Your hair is barely contained in the messy bun, but the grin on your face is ecstatic. To Go Starbucks cup in your hands. The car windows covered in rain, wearing a tank top and sweats.

It’s a picture you loved. You felt it really expressed your obsession with coffee. You were a mess, but coffee made it worth it. Story of your life.

Y/N: Smooth, Stark. Smooth.

You grin, locking your phone. Paying attention to class, best you could. But Howie was crowding your mind.

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Bad For You 6/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

Tag List Is Open!!

Your hand in Howie’s, the two of you hurrying through the rain falling across the parking lot. You laugh loudly, as you both dodge puddles and moving cars. He quickly hits the unlock button on his car fob, pulling open the door for you. You don’t even hesitate, jumping in. He shuts the door and hurries around, getting in behind the wheel.

You’re laughing as you shake your hood off. Howie shakes his head, water flings from his rumbled hair, making you laugh harder. He moves to put his seatbelt on, you do the same. Finally wondering just where you were going with a member of the Screw Crew.

“Where are we going?” You ask, clicking your belt into place.

“Coffee? Get a couple more questions done before we start the next part of analyze the content.” He smiles over at you.

“I love coffee.” You grin. He scraps his teeth over his bottom lip, nodding. Slowly backing out of the parking spot.

“I can bring you back here if you need to get your car.” He offers, glancing over at you.

“Nat has my car.” You admit. “Her and Wanda had running around to do.” You explain.

“Do the three of you live together?” He wonders.

“We do.” You nod. “In those on campus student apartments.” He glances over.

“On fraternity lane?” He looks over quickly.

“Those ones.” You smile.

“Good to know.” He nods slowly.

“Planning to stalk me?” You lift a brow, smirking at him.

“Thought I already was?” He chuckles, pulling into a coffee shop parking lot.

“Thought you said you weren’t.” You sass. He laughs, nodding.

“Come on, I’ll get the first round.” He’s getting out of the car.

You pull your hood up, grabbing your bag. When you reach for the door, Howie is pulling it open. A grin on his lips, raining coming down on him. You slip out of the car and together you head for the coffee shop. He pulls the door open for you, ushering you in.

Standing in line with him to order. It dawns on you, you honestly can’t recall the last time Harry did any of those things. You chew your bottom lip, lost in thought. You and Harry, it was more like friends with the occasional benefit. You weren’t hopelessly in love with him or anything, more like tolerate and accept.

“Y/N?” Howie smirks at you softly.

“Huh?” You blink, releasing your bottom lip.

“What do you want?” He chuckles. You flush, before rattling off your coffee order.

You sip your coffee slowly, the two of you seated in a window seat booth. Watching the rain come down as you wait for Howie to finish writing out his answer. You shiver involuntarily, your hands hug your cup a little tighter for the warmth.

“Here.” Howie moves, he’s pulling off the black and red flannel he has on over his dark grey long sleeve. He hands it over to you. 

“Oh you don’t have too.” You laugh softly.

“You’re cold. Take it.” He smiles. You do, slipping it on. It’s a little big, heavy flannel, and rather warm. “Not for cold, rainy days?” He wonders watching you.

“Oh no I am.” You laugh. “But I personally think they’re made for staying in bed all day.” You nod.

“Let me ask you something.” He runs his hand through his hair.

“Sure.” You give him your full attention.

“Why are you dating an egotistical, ass hat like Harry?” He snorts. “The guy cares more that everyone around him knows who he is, than anything else. I see him in Bio Lecture.” He watches you.

“I’ve been asking myself that same question.” You nod slowly.

“One more question, and we can finish the rest on another day.” He smiles, opening his book again.

“Sounds good.” You nod.

It did, spending another day with Howie was actually appealing to you. Maybe there was more to him than just another Screw Crew guy. More than the fuck boy he acted like. You watch him, scanning the sheet of paper.

Was Howie Stark working his way under your skin? Was that even possible? What the hell did he want with someone like you? Were you digging yourself a hole enjoying being around him? 

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You direct Howie towards your apartment, he pulls into the parking spot out front. They’re built like little town houses, not shabby apartments. So you had your own entrance and little covered stoop. Howie helps you from the car, walking you up to your front door. Discussing getting together again to finish your work.

The two of you stood under your cover, from the rain. Under your rain jacket you’re still wearing Howie’s flannel. You’re checking your calendar for a good day, to meet up again. A car door slams, angry footsteps follow.

“What the fuck Y/N?!” Harry is standing at the bottom of your steps. 

“Christ Harry, what the fuck?” You gap at him.

“And I’m stalking you?” Howie smirks, side eyeing you. You have to resist the urge to laugh.

“Running around with the prince of Screw Crew!” Harry is up the steps, glaring at Howie. 

“Easy there, Frat boy Prince.” Howie smirks.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You shake your head. Ignoring the pissing contest going on, on your stoop.

“You ran out of the library with him. Never answered your phone. I want answers.” Harry scoffs at you.

“Harry.” You grind out. “He’s my partner for my Brit Lit class.” You glare at him. Harry’s brow pulls down for a moment. His eyes flick from you to Howie. “We were working on the assignment today.” You roll your eyes.

“You just decided to not tell me?” Harry looks annoyed.

“I don’t have to tell you dick. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. You disappear for hours and don’t answer your phone.” You call him out. Howie’s brow jumps up.

“I’m sleeping, not running around with the opposite sex.” Harry snaps back. Howie’s brow pulls in, watching Harry.

“Oh god I don’t care. Just go away, Harry. If you accuse me of cheating, I’m going to kick you in the dick.” You run a hand through your hair. Howie nods slowly, his mouth pulled down.

“We’re going to talk about this. Later.” Harry warns you.

“No, no we won’t. I didn’t do anything wrong, I’m not explaining anything more than I already have. Goodbye Harry, I’ll think about texting you later.” You dismiss him. He glares at Howie, before he turns stalking off.

“Wow.” Howie nods.

“He acts like I’m cheating.” You shake your head.

“My mom always says, the first to jump to assumption is usually the guilty party.” He shrugs. This takes you by surprise, making you question things suddenly. “Text me later, if you want to or figure out a time you’re free.” Howie smiles softly. He waves his hand awkwardly, before he heads back out into the rain and gets into his car. 

You’re still standing on the stoop for a moment, before you realize he’s sitting in his car watching you. Your phone vibrates a moment later.

Howie: I won’t leave till you go inside.

You smile at your phone. Nodding you turn unlocking your door and head inside. When you glance back Howie is backing out of his parking spot. You shut the door and lock it.

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Bad For You 7/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

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That Weekend

“You see who is sitting in the kitchen?” Sam chuckles, leaning against the opening to the living room. Where the rest of them are kicked back, the party going on around them. Howie sets down the empty bottle on the table, looking at Sam.

“Who?” He smirks.

“Your girl.” Sam grins.

“My girl?” Howie looks around confused.

“Dude you’re so stupid.” Buck scraps a hand down his face.

“How many have you had?” Steve grins, but his attention is taken when a blonde walks by slow, giving him the eye.

“I take it back, you and Steve are so stupid.” Buck laughs.

“You know Harry is here.” Peter points out.

“Seen him and his moron Frat boys.” Howie nods.

“But guess who came on her own, with her little friends?” Sam grins.

“She came on her own?” Howie lifts a brow, a smile creeps across his lips.

“Damn stupid, Y/N. She’s in the kitchen, with those two red heads.” Buck sighs.

“Bonus, she and Harry haven’t said a word to each other.” Peter grins.

“He hasn’t said a word to her?” Howie’s brow pulls down. “I’m not the stupid one then.” He shakes his head.

“Stir the pot little brother.” Peter pats him on the shoulder, grinning.

“Excuse me, boys.” Howie stands, slipping between Sam and Buck.

He moves down the hallway, nodding a greeting at a few of the girls that smile or wave. He gets to the opening of the kitchen, stopping, watching. They stand together, the three of them, leaning against the counter out of the way. None of them are dressed for attention, more like for the cold ass weather.

She’s got on one of those short hoodies, it stops just above her jeans. So when she moves her arms it gives little flashes of skin. Her jeans look made for her, little tears and rips down her thighs. How the fuck someone like Harry had someone like her and could spend a party ignoring her was beyond him.

“Let’s wander.” Nat puts her hand out. She’s in one of his classes as well.

“I’m in.” He was pretty sure her name was Wanda. Drops her hand into Nat’s.

“I’m good.” Y/N smirks at them.

“We’ll be back.” The call.

“Whistle!” Y/N calls after them with a smile.

She sighs looking down at the colored, plastic cup in her hands. She shifts her side against the counter, watching through the open slider. Harry is outside with many others, playing beer pong on set up tables. Her nose crinkles, and her eyes roll.

He moves into the kitchen, he takes the beer Clint hands him. Cracking the top on it as he comes to stop right behind her. He watches over her shoulder for a moment, nodding. 

“He’s an idiot.” He spoke soft enough just for her. People mingling around them. Her head turns to look at him.

“What?” Her brow pinches, her body shifts. Leaning back against the count to watch him. He watches as Harry helps the woman he partnered up with adjust her wrist to shoot. Blatantly flirting with her as he goes.

“How he can give anything else, anyone else his attention when you’re in the room, dumbfounds me.” Howie cuts his eyes over to her. He takes a drink, watching this play on her face. “You deserve to be priority. Shown off. Not disrespected and made a fool of.” He nods slowly. 

Together they watch as the girl makes a shot. Excitement plays on her face instantly. She all but jumps on Harry, throwing her arms around his neck. Harry pulls her up, pressed up against each other. Howie scoffs.

“Christ.” She rolls her eyes.

“Come find me if you want to have fun.” He smirks at her. She’s chewing her bottom lip when he walks out of the kitchen. 

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You were getting tired of watching Harry be a slut. Howie’s words ringing in your ears as you maul over what to do. You could make a scene, tear down Harry in front of his boys. But he would just call you crazy or something stupid. You’re lost in your thoughts when someone joins you.

“You and him.” Peter shakes his head when you look over. “It’s like oil and water. Don’t belong together.” He takes a drink from the bottle in his hand.

“Maybe it’s me.” You shrug, glancing over to where Harry is.

“Nah.” Peter chuckles.

“What makes you say that?” Your brow lifts watching him.

“Because I’ve never known a female to ever catch my brothers attention in the way you have.” He grins, nodding.

Holy fuck did they look too much alike. If you didn’t know better you would assume they were twins. But up close you could see the small differences they had.

“He just wants to screw me.” You laugh, shaking your head. Peter doesn’t reply right away. He just watches you for a moment.

“If you think that little of yourself. Harry Osborn is failing as a man.” Peter shakes his head.

“I don’t love him.” You admit softly. Peter’s head turns slowly.

“Harry?” He asks.

“I barely like him most days, if I’m being honest.” You sigh.

“What’s your favorite part about being with him?” He watches you with such intense brown eyes, you swallow hard.

“It used to be this giddy feeling. But now it’s just,” you shrug “it doesn’t feel like we know each other. Like in the last year an a half we’ve grown apart.” You run a hand through your hair.

“What is it? I can tell you got something on the tip of your tongue.” He smirks.

“He stopped doing the thing he did to get me, he doesn’t even try to keep me. I don’t know if that says worse things about me or him. That he thinks I’ll just be here waiting, when he’s done running around and embarrassing me.” You chew your bottom lip.

“It says worse things about him.” Peter nods, taking a drink. You down what little is left in your cup. “I’m going to warn you, Y/N.” Peter looks over at you, a smirk on his mouth.

“Okay?” You laugh softly.

“My brother gets his hands on you and he’s not going to let you go. He’s selfish, but in a whole different ballpark than Harry Osborn.” Peter chuckles. “And he will take Harry out, step over his body, to get to you if he has too.” You chew your bottom lip.

A loud whistle, makes your head snap up. Panic floods your body instantly. Another loud whistle, your cup hits the ground, running out of the kitchen.

“Y/N?!” Peter yells after you.

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Bad For You 9/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

Tag List Is Open!!

You helped Nat get Wanda inside. The three of you agreed to talk the next day, and instead of going to bed as well you decided to take a drive. You really needed to just put a stop to Harry and his annoying habits. He stopped or you walked. It was that easy.

You arrive at the Frat House. Heading inside, looks like the after party had started. You head up the stairs, away from all the noise. Harry’s door isn’t closed all the way, something like a T-shirt was in the way.

You stop just shy of the door, you could hear it. Groaning, someone talking, and what sounded like squeaking. You push open Harry’s door leaning on the frame. Your assumptions coming to light.

The hall light exposing the room just enough. Harry’s hand on the headboard, hips rocking, comforter covered his waist. The pair of legs wrapped around his middle, keeping it in place. 

“Harder.” She begs. You smirk.

“He can’t. He turns into a minute man then.” You announce to the room. 

She yelps, Harry swears yanking the blanket up, looking back. Her head pops up to see. 

“Well this just explains so much.” You laugh, turning around you walk away.

Harry yells for you but doesn’t follow. You head out of the house, actually feeling better than you had when you arrived. It was time to like yourself again, to feel better about yourself. 

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They stood on campus, bullshitting between classes. Steve walking towards them, scratching the back of his head. He looks to be debating on what to say as he joins them.

“What?” Peter laughs.

“Have you seen Y/N today?” Steve asks.

“No, I have class with her tomorrow.” Howie answers, wondering where he’s going with this.

“Walk to the end of the path, look at the coffee cart.” Steve jerks his head to the side.

They exchange a look, but move a few steps down, out of the covering of shrubbery. His eyes land on the coffee cart. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun. The way she’s dressed is a whole new league than they’d seen.

Her jeans have rips across the back, under the pockets. Her sweater is loose, slipping down one shoulder. A lacy, strappy thing underneath and in view. She knocks the pen off the counter, bending to grab it. His brow jumps up, the guys behind her tip their heads to watch as well. 

“I, ah, what, wow.” Howie babbles, nodding.

“I heard her, and Harry broke up.” Sam shrugs.

“From who?” Peter looks over.

“Wanda. She stopped by Sunday to return my sweatshirt and say thank you. Said she had to be quick cause she was pretty sure Harry and Y/N broke up for good.” He explains.

“What did Harry do?” Buck wonders.

“Got caught in bed with some girl.” Nat announces as she strolls by. She turns walking backwards, grinning at them. “Shoot your shot Stark, in those jeans she won’t be single long.” She pops a shoulder, laughing as she turns back around.

The five of them exchange a look. 

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Howie jogs up behind her, falling into step at her side. She flashes him a grin when she notices his arrival.

“Tempest.” She smiles.

“I heard something today.” He chuckles.

“Oh really? What’s that?” She lifts a brow as they walk the path.

“That you might need these.” He holds out the pack of tissues. She eyes them for a second. “I mean till I saw those jeans, than I figured you’d need them for the trail of drool following you.” He pops a shoulder, smirking at her.

“I’m not sad, so no tissues needed.” She laughs. “Someone gave me some good advice.” She nods slowly.

“Oh really?” He grins. “Who?”

“Your brother.” She grins back. Howie stops, she does the same, watching him.

“My brother?” He blinks at her. When the hell did Peter and Y/N talk? And why the hell hadn’t Peter told him about it?

“Yeah, Saturday night. At your guys house. Before it all went to hell of course.” She nods.

“What did he say?” He wonders.

“Just gave me an interesting insight and a little warning.” She smiles, not really giving away what her and Peter talked about.

“That’s all I get?” He grins at her.

“Keep the tissues.” She steps back, chewing her bottom lip.

“Why?” His brow pulls down slightly.

“Cause I’m sure you’re one of the ones drooling.” She laughs. Turning around she walks away. But glances back. “You got a little.” She brushes her thumb down her bottom lip and chin. He licks his lips, grinning, nodding.

“I see you, baby girl.” He chuckles. 

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Howie and Peter sat behind Wanda the next morning. She’s turned around carrying on a conversation with Peter. Her eyes cut from Peter to the door, telling him Y/N arrived for class finally. He waits till she stops next to Wanda to look. A grin spreads over his lips.

“I’m not ashamed to admit how good that looks on you.” He chuckles, running his teeth over his bottom lip. She’s wearing his flannel over a cropped shirt and skinny jeans.

“Well she is better looking than you.” Peter laughs next to him. As she slips past Wanda and drops into the seat saved for her.

“I mean, a lot does look good on me.” Y/N smirks, sipping her coffee. He nods, waiting a moment before replying.

“You look good, but you’d look better on me.” He smirks at her. She pauses mid sip. Wanda laughs into her sweatshirt sleeves. Peter hangs his head, chuckling quietly. Her eyes slip to him a smirk forms on her lips.

“See you’re wrong.” She sighs, with sass. “You’d look better if I was on you.” She pops a shoulder. Peter isn’t laughing quietly now, and Wanda is cackling into her sleeves. He grins at her.

“You’re going to start something you won’t be able to handle.” He warns her with a slight nod.

“You sure about that?” She lifts a brow. “Thought I was supposed to find you if I wanted to have fun?” She retorts.

“Oh you will.” He grinning, nodding.

“I warned you.” Peter smirks at her. 

She nods, turning around. Wanda does the same, shaking her head. Howie’s eyes cut to his brother, squinting at him. Peter just shakes his head, grinning.

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Bad For You 8/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

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You slide to a stop, looking around. You wait, nothing follows.

“Fuck!?” You call into the open main area and living room.

“Me!!” Nat yells back. You push between a group of guys, breaking through the other side. Nat alone, looking panicked.

“What the hell?!” You reach her, grabbing her hand.

“Wanda’s gone.” She blurts out. Your stomach lurches.

“Run it down.” You swallow.

“We did our lap. We stopped to talk to a few people. This guy was spitting game, she told him to fuck off. He walked off, so I left her with the group, ran to the bathroom.” Nat nods. “I came back and she’s gone, the group said she mentioned something about needing air?” Nat runs a hand through her hair.

“If she needed air, she’s drunk.” You chew your bottom lip.

“She was doing shots between our lap.” Nat admits.

“Pietro is going to kill us.” You groan, yanking Nat after you. You get to the hall, looking around. Deciding it’s your one chance to find Wanda fast. “Tempest!?” You call, looking both way.

“Cynical?!” He chuckles. You couldn’t even help the smirk as you rush towards the living room. Howie sits up instantly. “What’s wrong?” He watches you.

“Wanda’s missing. She told some fuck boy to piss off, Nat can’t find her now.” You explains quickly.

“Is that what the whistle was?” Peter asks.

“It’s like our version of distress call.” Nat nods.

“She doesn’t just wander off?” The dark skinned one asks.

“Never. Her brother taught us to never separate at college parties.” You shake your head.

“Smart girls.” The tall dark haired one nods.

“What’s she look like?” The blonde you found out is named Steve.

“Red hair, it’s vibrant dark red, and black long sleeve, skinny jeans.” Nat rattles it off.

“Steve and Sam cover outside. Nat and Buck take down here. I’ll take the top floor. Howie and Y/N clear the second floor.” Peter nods, everyone splits off. Howie grabs your hand, both of you running up the stairs.

“Wanda?” You yell banging on the first door on your left. Your hand grabs the handle, shoving it open. Two people, not being Wanda are startled. You don’t bother to close the door, moving to the next.

“Open it, or I’ll kick it in!” Howie demands, pounding on another door.

Six doors later and no Wanda. Your hands in your hair as you stand there trying to catch your breathe. Harry is coming up the stairs.

“What the fuck Y/N?” He demands loudly.

“Not now Harry.” You snap.

“What are you doing with him?” He snaps, pointing at Howie.

“Nothing less than you were doing with the girl outside!” You yell loudly. People are stopping to watch.

“She’s a friend.” Harry scoffs.

“I don’t have time for you bullshit.” You wave him off.

“Make time.” Harry moves to step in front of you. But Howie cuts him off.

“No really we don’t have time for your petty, broken ego bullshit right now.” Howie grinds out.

“How! Y/N!” Peter yells from upstairs. You and Howie exchange a look, he grabs your hand the two of you running up the stairs. Harry yelling something behind you.

“What?” You stop next to Peter. Outside the door still closed.

“Does it sound like crying?” He asks. Howie gets closer, shaking his head.

“Can’t tell.” Howie admits, backing away.

“FUCK?!” You yell, waiting.

“Me.” Comes from somewhere on the other side of the door. Both Peter and Howie are looking at you.

“Open that door.” You nod, stepping away from it.

“What’s going on?” A tall dirty blonde guy is coming up the stairs.

“Open your door, bro.” Peter nods.

“It’s his room?” You look at them.

“I didn’t lock it.” He looks confused.

“It’s locked now.” Howie nods. The guy pulls out his keys, unlocking the door.

“Hey!” A tall, built guy yells. 

He’s got his hands on a closed door. Howie and Peter move, Peter yanks him back slamming him down to the ground. The guy who’s room it is, puts out a arm, keeping you from going in.

“Let them handle it.” He warns you. Howie is at the door. 

“Wanda? Come on girl open up.” He pleads. “It’s Howie. You can open it, you’re safe.” He waits. 

The next moment he’s opening the door. Sam, Buck and Steve are running up the stairs, they push into the room. Howie is crouched down, talking to Wanda, she’s sitting on the bathroom floor, leaning heavily against the sink counter.

“Y/N?” Nat is running up the stairs.

“Got her.” You call back.

“Sam.” Howie calls. “Give me your sweatshirt.” Your brow snaps up. 

Sam pulls his university sweatshirt off, walking over to the door, he hands it over. Howie helps Wanda into it, he glances back. His eyes flick from you to the guy holding you back. When they drift back, but don’t meet your face, they drop down. Forcing your eyes down, you realize you’re gripping the poor guys arm. You yank your hands away, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s fine.” He chuckles.

“Sorry.” You flush.

“Clint Barton. Brotherhood president.” He puts his hand out to you.

“Y/N.” You shake his hand.

“Wow, Howie should get punched.” He grins.

“Why?” You almost laugh.

“Cause he sucks at describing you. You’re way prettier than he told us.” Clint laughs.

“So you’d stay away from her.” Howie smirks, stepping out of the room.

“Howie.” Your full attention on him.

“Come on, I’ll walk you down. Sam’s going to bring her.” He puts his hand out for yours. You take it, ready to follow him.

“Is she okay?” Nat asks.

“She’s going to have a hell of hangover tomorrow.” Buck smirks at Nat, nodding for her to follow. She does.

“Your girls smart.” Howie smirks at you, as you head down the stairs.

“Guy started getting pushy, so she faked sick. Locked herself in the bathroom.” Buck adds.

“Little things to be thankful for.” You sigh. Running your free hand through your hair. When you get outside, heading for your car, Harry makes an appearance. 

“Why do I keep finding him touching you?” He demands. 

You hand Nat the keys, she nods continuing to head for your car, Sam and Wanda behind her. Buck and Howie stand with you.

“Sorry, thought someone should. Since you’re touching someone else.” Howie smirks.

“Harry I don’t have any patience left to deal with you.” You run a hand through your hair.

“He’s Screw Crew Y/N! He’s going to do exactly that to you.” Harry yells suddenly. 

“You don’t know me.” Howie scoffs.

“He touched my hand. Fuck Harry, why are you like this?” You groan.

“I’m sure you were touching more on Missy Flanders outside.” Buck snickers.

“You don’t know shit.” Harry points a finger at him.

“Do you know?” You look at Buck. 

He presses his lips together, but his eyes say it all. You nod, grabbing Howie’s hand you plant it on your chest. 

“Look we’re even. Goodbye Harry.” You roll your eyes, walking away.

“Some warning next time, would be nice.” Howie laughs following you.

“Why? You didn’t give me any when you grabbed my ass.” You shrug.

“Damn.” Buck chuckles.

“She’s in, do you need help getting her home?” Sam asks leaning against your car.

“No we got it. Thank you.” You hug him quickly. You do the same to Buck. “Tell the others, thank you, please.” You open the driver door.

“Oh what? I don’t get a hug?” Howie chuckles.

“You got to grope my chest. I’d say that’s even better. But I will say thank you and text you when we get home.” You smile.

“Drive safe.” Howie grins. You roll your eyes, getting into the car. Wanda slumped over in Nat’s lap, in the backseat.

“Who would have thought.” Nat nods slowly, when you glance in the review mirror.

“What?” You ask, pulling away from the curb.

“Screw Crew, would be decent guys.” She replies looking out the window. 

“Who would have thought.” You nod slowly.

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