#Phillip graves x ofc

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Mister Commander | Phillip Graves

Chapter 1 - I'll Be Around

Work Summary:

Phillip Graves - Dad's Best Friend - Summer in Texas Winnie Collins knows better than anyone that a homestead requires up-keep. When she returns home following the dissolvement of her engagement to the man she thought she loved, there's a stranger on her parent's ranch, during the height of May heat, in a town where nothing but dirt and sweat remain. Phillip Graves. He's her father's best friend - and he's here to stay.

_____________________________ (Warning: Extremely Southern)

Word Count: 2.0K

CW: Dad's Best Friend Trope (?), age gap romance, gentle crass language, extremely southern characters written by a Brit...

If Phillip Graves hadn't been medically discharged from his union following a bullet to the shoulder, and little Winnie Collins hadn't been swept back home to dusty Texas after the devastation of her engagement to another man -- and the subsequent fallout of her job -- neither of them would have truly met.

After a tumultuous weekend, arriving at her Daddy's ranch, along the dirt track -- past the sunny crop fields out to the West, the creek and the woodland to the East, and their flock of sheep along the ridgeline beside their home -- the last thing she'd expected to see in their driveway was a rust-brown Ford F-250.

Steven Collins -- Mr. Collins -- did not own a rust-brown Ford F-250.

The likely assumption was that her father had a friend over -- one of the guys he fought with from back in the field, though that was a number of years back, probably an older fellow, hence the pick-up -- but it could have been the case, also, that there was a stranger on their ranch.

And Winnie didn't take kindly to strangers on their ranch.

"The hell is this... ?" She encircled the truck, noting the pack of smokes on the dashboard. An out-of-state brand.

On approach to their ranch, she spotted her mother, Mrs. Collins, picking some weeds from their front porch. She was wearing her outdoor dress -- a yellow one with a floral pattern that she only wore outside because nobody could tell if she took a tumble in the tawny dirt.

There was a significant scowl on poor Winnie's face as she slid a hand along the railing, for the fact that neither of her parents had informed her of their guest, but she tried not to let it cloud her thoughts as she called, with as sweet a voice as she could muster;

"Momma?"

Mrs. Collins flung another weed or two. "My darlin' Winnie!" And, with a wild gallop and a frantic disposition, slammed open the screen door, shouting, "Steve! She's here! Winnie's back! Get y'ass out 'here!"

Winnie had never been so gravely suffocated; her mother surely squeezed tight enough to change the structure of her ribs, and -- sure enough, from the likes of her mother's commotion -- her father leapt from the couch and ran outside, too.

"Y'alright, sweetheart?"

"Daddy!" She grinned, catching him in a hug that - to his credit - wasn't so stifling.

When she appeared from the hug again, she noticed a stranger on their porch. He had a cigarette between his lips -- of the same ilk she'd seen on the Ford F-250's dash -- and a kink in his hip as he leant against the doorframe. He was an older man. There was no doubt about it, at least at the tail-end of his thirties, and his forehead crinkled whenever he squinted at the sun. 

His shirt -- one of those sky blue cotton-blends they sold at the farmer's markets on Tuesdays -- was unbuttoned to the sternum and tucked at the elbows to resolve the effect of the afternoon sun.

Mrs. Collins' hand on Winnie's cheek distracted from the sight; he slung an arm about her waist, and the two of them commented on her 'bright' appearance -- to distract from the grey bags beneath her eyes from hours of wobbling over a man she thought she loved -- and Winnie considered that she, somehow, recognised their guest.

"Daddy, what's that pick-up doin' here?" She noted, half-struck back into silence by the man's gaze. It was a gaze she never wanted to be viewed under. Strong, steely, blue eyes carried their weight even from the shadow of their door.

"Oh, sorry, sweetheart. I forgot to tell ya. Well," he glanced over his shoulder, and the stranger gave Steve a curt nod, "you remember Phillip, don't'cha? Phillip Graves."

Phillip Graves.

Hell, he'd aged a little more since she'd first seen him -- there were specks of silver dusting his stubble now -- but she remembered him, sure. He came to drop off a gift for her father, one of those pocket knives that could cut a woman if she tried to open it, after he retired from the field five years ago.

He was just as... polite, then, too. 

Winnie must have been freshly twenty-one. She came down to collect a toaster and was startled by him -- although he was a little less weathered five years back -- slouched against their couch cushions like he owned the damn place.

"Yeah..." She nodded -- fragments of recognition pieced themselves back together, however sparse -- "I do. H-how are ya, sir?"

She wasn't sure if she'd called loud enough, until he blew out a breath a smoke and replied, with a voice slurred enough to support the thicket of tobacco in his lungs, "been better."

"I promised I'd support him over summer while he gets his shoulder in check." Mr. Collins nodded. "He'll be stayin' in the cabin out-back until then."

Winnie caught another one of his glances, though his eyes were mostly trained on the line of sheep crossing from one field to the next. By late-May, they hadn't a greener pasture to graze on than one of the brown flats of dead grass. They'd need moving before the dead of June.

"He... is he hurt, or somethin'?"

Her Daddy shrugged. "Owh-- he caught a bullet, y'know the deal. Your old man has a few of those scars, too." He went to lift his shirt - there was one beside his bellybutton that looked like an anus (one he loved to tease himself about) -- but Mrs. Collins swiftly caught his hand.

"You are too childish, Steven Collins." She tutted. "Oh. Y'don't mind grabbin' the mouse traps from the corn fields, do ya, Winnie? I've been meanin' to clean 'em, but my fingers just ain't what they used to be."

"I - I just got back." She lurched from the hug. "The drive from Dallas was pretty rough, Momma."

"And I'll bring you some lemonade and cookies, sweetheart." She nodded, tapping her husband on the belly. It resonated with a hollow thud, likely from all the beer he'd been consuming as of late -- Winnie smelt it on his breath when she hugged him. "Let the men get to talkin', alright? It's been five long years for 'em. They wanna catch up."

There was no worse feeling, nor smell for that same matter, than a dozen decaying rodents.

By the time Winnie had scraped the remnants of rat intestines from the traps and settled them back within the corn fields, the sun had long since crept beyond the horizon and the sky was no more purple than it was navy.

Along the dirt path, back up over the porch, and through the front door into the hallway, she went, wanting nothing more than to curl up on the couch (after a thorough hand-scrubbing) and collect a good few hours of a nap.

But as she peered into the living room, it seemed that the men -- both her father and Phillip Graves -- hadn't yet finished their beers, nor their lively conversation, nor the game of football neither of them were considerably interested in watching.

And Graves - as her Daddy called him - had almost choked the house up with the fumes from his third cigarette.

"Momma." Winnie diverted to the kitchen. "Aren't you at least a little bit annoyed by the smell?"

"Oh, honey," she flapped a hand in the air, "you smell worse."

"I ain't got a bottle of cologne to drown myself in." She muttered.

There was a chief thud against her back. Her mother was holding a tea towel, all scrunched up into a roll. "Don't you say that. Be kind. Graves is a guest, and you will treat him as such."

"Momma, that hurt!"

"Oh, quit your whinin'. And don't you start poutin'. I don't owe you any more cookies or nothin'."

Winnie sucked her lip back into her mouth.

By dinnertime, little animosity had been resolved.

Mrs. Collins had whipped up Salisbury steak, green beans, and mashed potato, but Graves hadn't shown. Sure, he'd been slouched on their sofa for the better half of the evening, but as soon as Mrs. Collins came to cooking for the family, their newest arrival had sung his so-long.

It wasn't a terrible predicament -- Winnie enjoyed the loss of his company. And, it was neither lonely, by any means, but there was an extra portion of steak and sundries on a plate, in the empty space across from Winnie, and by the time she had all but digested everything, it lay there still, taunting.

It reminded her of those English lessons back in high school. Foreshadowing, she thought the word was - a sign of something yet to come.  Perhaps of the approaching summer days: cold (though not in temperature), unpleasant, and distant.

Mrs. Collins had completed every dish, scraping the remnants into old tupperware, soaking, washing, rinsing and drying them, before she spoke -- for the first time since they'd finished dinner -- "Will you take this to Phillip in the cabin?"

A brown bag sat crumpled on the work-surface. Inside it, neatly packaged within an alumium tin with a scrawled note on top -- one that Winnie didn't bother to read -- and freshly re-heated by her own mother, for Christ's sake, was his stale dinner.

And Winnie had just about had enough. "He don't even eat your damn cookin'?"

"Winnie." Her brow became taught.

"You can't tell me you like it, Momma! That you... you somehow like him sittin' 'round on his ass all day, stinkin' up the house, and him not even comin' back for dinner? You're okay with that?"

Mrs. Collins was beaten by a sigh. "You don't know him, Winnie. Your father and I have known him for a long while. Sure, he can be a difficult man--"

"--He's a bastard--"

"--Winifred Collins!" She slapped her rag against the sink, spewing suds around the kitchen. "Take it to him, will ya? And lose that attitude! Lord, you forget that you're grown, too."

A slew of hushed profanity had never left her mouth so violently before that -- as she trudged out the front door, down the porch stairs, along the dirt track and into the field to arrive at the cabin -- even her father (who was busy reading the paper) had to whistle his respects for her temperament.

Not one, but seven thuds of her fist met his door. It might have been overkill had she been in any mind to reap the sins of the more aggrieved side of her that longed for her mother to be taken seriously by anyone but her father. She still remembered that potluck at the church, a few years back, when nobody would dare touch her mother's buttered salmon - the one her father had caught especially for the occasion.

"--Poundin' on my door like a Goddamn--" it swung open, almost off of its hinges - to reveal a disgruntled Phillip Graves.

From the astray tufts of his hair, it was possible she might have interrupted his nap, but it was similarly plausible that in the evenings, he abandoned all prospective charm over a bottle of whiskey and a rough pillow in the hopes it might suffocate him to sleep.

Hell, death might have suited him better.

Whatever the case, she could all but notice how the only article of clothing covering his nakedness was a pair of slack shorts tied loose at the waist. If she'd lingered a little longer, she might have found an odd appetite for the taper of his abdomen -- as any good woman would -- but she did her best not to ogle.

She was too pissed to ogle.

Which was why she simply dumped the bag at his feet, chiding, "dinner."

He grumbled. "Right... 'kay, well, y'thank your Momma for--"

"--Oh, you do it yourself!" And with that remark, she left his door, trudged back through the field, along the dirt track, up the porch steps and back through the hallway to hear the waining note of her father's whistle.

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Phillip Graves Headcannons

A/N: These are supposed to be somewhat realistic, I lived in Texas for three years on an Army Base & Jesus Christ they’re flooded with plenty of Phillip Graves

Phillip Graves x F! Reader

• You met Phillip while he was on a four-day weekend at a UT vs. Baylor football game

• You were one of the cheerleaders on the sidelines & you caught his eye immediately

• I mean c’mon those shorts & chaps mixed with Pom Poms (The UT Cheer uniform is so stinkin’ cute)

• Your friend pointed him out to you at first

• “Girl that man has been staring at you”

• He was nearly focused on you the entire game, you kept smiling & giggling at him the more he looked

• He found you as you were walking out of the stadium, he asked you out & ofc you said yes

• There’s 100% an age gap (this man’s ego is equally as large as big as Texas)

• If you’re in a sorority he attends the formals with you

• he drives the most lifted extra pick up truck you can imagine

• “Babe can you even see over the damn steering wheel?”

• As you graduate college he proposed to you (with a two carat diamond) & you had a elaborate wedding on his family’s ranch in Texas

• You had multiple wedding dresses designed by Berta bridal

• Surprise Pom dance for him with your cheer teammates

• After the wedding you honeymooned in Italy

• Ofc y’all decided on off post housing so you be able to have every commodity on the planet

• hear me out indoor swimming pool

• Even though you went to college, Graves is a very traditional man he doesn’t want you to work

• You have different hobbies, go to cycle class, shop ofc, get Botox done etc.

• Since he’s a very traditional man I do feel like he’d hold some old fashion views that were engrained in him from childhood

• He’s a religious man to some extent (he’s from Texas there’s no way around that)

• He 100% loves to show you off on & off post

• His Shadows at first were in pure disbelief that he married you, hell some of his Shadows are closer in age to you

• Buys you lululemon work out clothing for the “quality” he loves the way your body looks like those damn align leggings

• You guys do go line dancing & the both of y’all are pretty good at it

• He loves to go to the range to shoot in his free time, & he’s a hunter (I apologize to my fellow animals lovers) but not a trophy hunter

•He conceal carries a handgun at all times

• He makes delicious Deer jerky

• This man collects old Allied WW2 firearms

• He loves History Channel documentaries on WW2

• full on dad stance in front of the tv while watching

• “Honey come look at this!”

• He’s not that old but due to his time in the Marines & current job he does have bad knees, a bad back etc. the cracking his body does is insane

• He does take pills for that & you have to remind him to take them

• Whenever you ask him to read something he whips out his old man glasses

• He is always losing them too, so at work he will wear contacts (no one knows about this at his work)

• “Turn the radio I can’t see”

• He adopted a golden retriever puppy & a German Shepard puppy for you

• They’re your guard dogs when he’s away

• You got pregnant a little bit later in your marriage solely because Phillip was focusing on work a lot in the beginning of your marriage

• He was over the moon excited that you were pregnant

• Your gender reveal was powder inside of a target & be shot at it

• It was blue, you were having a little boy

• He made sure the nursery was set up prior to him leaving

• When you went into labor Phillip was about to go on a mission & it was the most excruciating experience knowing something horrible could’ve happened

• He watched your baby be born on FaceTime. It hurt him to see you upon so much pain & just surrounded by medical staff

• Due to a miscommunication & an ambush he unfortunately got held up

• He didn’t meet your son until a month after you delivered

• He looked at the photo he had of you in his plate carrier in the safe house he was held up in wondering how you & his newborn son were doing

• His Shadows & their significant others gifted you the most beautiful baby gifts once they returned from the missions

• Graves would fall asleep with your baby on his chest in the living room after feeding him in his recliner

• Your son’s little face would be smushed up against Graves’s chest drooling on his t-shirt

• He too would bring your son to work, but once he started crawling (I swear if there’s one thing that will break any hardened military man is a baby)

• Once your little boy is old enough he would play football & baseball

• Graves also helps coach when he can, he too played those sports as a little boy

• He’d also probably take him hunting too & teach him how to live off of the land

• The saying Once a Marine Always a Marine rings true in the Graves’s household

• Just like his old man your little boy joined the Marines

• Graves is a true traditional family man at heart & does everything he can to shield you guys from his line of work

✨NSFW✨

• huge daddy kink, his ego is already big & he loves the idea of you having to rely on him

• Loud office sex whenever you’d visit

• Cockwarming him while he does paperwork

• You’d wiggle around & he’d hold you down

• You went topless in Italy when you went to the beach on your honeymoon, & he constantly was grabbing at your tits

• You adopted the habit of tanning like that in the privacy of your backyard

• Major breeding kink too

• He loves finishing inside of you

• He’ll also use you to take his frustrations out when he’s had a rough day at work

• Lingerie especially red lingerie is his favorite

• He’s 100% a boob man & he’d be happy to pay for fake tits if that’s what you wanted

• You’d 100% wear his cowboy hat while riding him

• He spanks you as a punishment

• You do have sex in the back of his pick up truck under the infamous Texas starry nights

• You two have made so many sex tapes together from all different angles

• He also has so many nudes of you

• One or a couple may have accidentally gotten leaked to his team (this just fed his ego more)

• You’d also probably wear his old marine dress blues for the Marine Corps birthday as you rode him

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-`♡´- Philip Graves's little soldier gets on her knees x afab femreader

cw: smut, degradation? kinda?, roughness, blowjob and cock drunk reader, precum, cumming in readers mouth, mentions of spanking and fingering, graves being a little self absorbed (but we love him ofc)

As someone who has co operated and worked for various different military branches and companies previously, you’d had your fair share of challenges.

Being shot on foot with no where to turn? You’d been there. Had a missile heading straight towards the air craft you’re inside? That was, what, a week ago? So could someone please explain to you why it’s so hard for you to stay focused.

The Ceo and founder of the Shadow Company had raised a meeting to discuss possible locations and places where Hassan Zyani could potentially be hiding, the meeting was going smoothly and everyone was listening intently- well almost everyone at least.

Phillip Graves was a narcissist, arrogant dickhead who cared little about anything other than his own wellbeing and gain. The smug asshole looked down on anyone other than General Shepherd and despite all the bragging about how huge of an impact his involvement has on the team and his apparent massive cock, you were certain the only big thing about him was his ego. However, that didn’t stop your eyes from flicking down to his crotch now and again.

His monotone voice drug on and on and ached in your fragile ears as your head began to wonder off about other thoughts: wondering what his girlfriend back home must see in him. Is she used to people like him? Maybe he doesn’t even have a girlfriend or perhaps he acts different with her.

You flickered your eyes back up to his as he locked eyes with people around the room progressing into more mission details, important details you didn’t want to miss. He was quite handsome when you ignored his irritating personality, his short light brown hair and piercing eyes, you felt your stomach roll in delight.

You clamped your sweaty thighs under the desk as you straightened your back, flustered. His muscular figure and the slight stubble on his lower face sending lightning bolts to your clit, you almost moaned. Shutting your eyes for a moment picturing what he could do to you, him bending you over and spanking ur ass like you yearned he would, him figuring your pussy faster and faster until you cum on his fingers.

The same fingers that were occasionally trailing up to his lips, tapping against his spit before retreating back to the paper and flipping the page. You felt your soaked underwear in your seat and you exhaled hard and shakily knowing you were turned on.

Your eyes widened quickly and they flicked across the room, heart pumping faster when you locked eyes with the same man you were fantasising about. A certain look in his dark eyes that were staring back in yours and holding eye contact. To others it just looked like Graves pausing while he found the right words but between you two there was a certain tension in the air.

His head tilted to the side a little almost as if he was shaking his head to disagree but he quickly spat out his words and continued on with the meeting, looking away and clearing his throat. You exhaled and spent to rest of the meeting looking at the wall highly embarrassed.

Before you knew it the meeting was over and everyone made their way out of the door, you following until you heard his voice call back your name. Heat coercing throughout your body as you spun back around and walked over to him, his back was facing you as he leaned against the meeting table. You swallowed thickly.

“Yes sir?” But all he did was raise his index finger twice signifying for you to come closer and face him, you compelled as your black shoes gently tapped against the floor, quiet thuds sounding deafening.

He looked up at you when you were finally infront of him, his movements so smooth, slow and purposeful it gave you goosebumps. His eyebrows furrowed and his tongue slid against his lips looking confused, trying to find the correct words.

“So, i’ve noticed you don’t have a ring on that hand of yours.. you’re single?” Your heart slipped and glided into your stomach and you fluttered on your words. Why did he need to know this? You nodded your head hesitantly and a wicked smile casted on his stubbled face.

“That’s great! Fantastic! Perfect even.” You locked eyes with him, a puzzled look on your face as you scanned his reaction. His power and intimidation over you fading partially as you found the confidence to question him.

“Why did you need to know that sir?” But all Graves did was take a long deep breath and look to the side his eyes trailing the wall, biting his lip gently and subconsciously nodding.

“You see, the next mission we, as a team, are planning for is extremely important and needs to be done right. Which makes this past meeting a valuable asset towards it, a lot of information was covered and if you want to know why I asked you to stay back it’s because.. I don’t think you heard a god damn thing. You wanna know why I think that?” You stayed silent.

Despite the question he’d asked you, your lips didn’t move an inch, maybe he thought you were lazy and just couldn’t be bothered? Maybe he thought there was something depriving your attention, other than him of course. Either way you were sure this was it, being told to head back and find a new branch to work for, he was kicking you out for sure right?

“It’s because you were staring at me with them all so familiar “fuck me” eyes, picturing my out-of-worldly, sexy body.” He chocked out a seductive laugh which was more like an exhale and he leaned forward still grinning like a mad man, like a starving wolf.

“I mean, i’m flattered, I really am. It’s just this meeting was so important.. I cant just let it go unfortunately.” His lidded eyes met yours again as he bit his lip, placing his two hand either side of himself against the table before pushing his weight off. His height growing and towering above you and he took in another deep and slow inhale.

“So here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to get down on your knees, and suck me until i’m satisfied, little soldier.” The world around you froze and your skin and blood melted, your soft cunt burning like melted sugar: sticky and clear.

Your lips parted out of astonishment and you felt Graves stare on your face. His own face hovering closer to yours until his nose pressed against your warm soft cheek. It tickled.

“I said get on your fucking knees,” His hand came from the table behind him and grabbed your head, pushing hard and forcing you to the floor. You winced at the sudden roughness, shocked but scarily turned on. You rose to your knees looking up at him and he smiled down at you before fumbling with his belt.

“And take this dick into that tight little mouth of yours.” He unzipped his flier and pulled down his baggy cargos, leaving on his light gray underwear, the ridge of his hardness visable and his size on show to you. There was a wet spot from where his precum had leaked in his underwear and you almost growled, wanting to place your lips against it and suck his juices out of the moist fabric.

Graves noticed this and a tut fell from his lips. He grabbed the back of your head again before pushing your face and nose against his dick harshly, forcing you to submit to his scent. Shit, that was hot.

He felt himself start to grind against whatever part of your face was pushed against him, your tongue prodded at his clothed balls, massaging them and dampening the cotton material with your saliva. Graves groaned leaking more semen before letting his hold on you go and tugging down his clothing.

His cock sprung out of his underwear, thicker at the top and surprisingly veiny, saliva pooled in your mouth from just the sight of it and you couldn’t resist subconsciously leaning forward, needing to taste him and wrap your mouth around his girth.

He chuckled harshly at how eager his little colleague was, how desperate you were to suck him and taste his meat. Your tongue catching all the precum oozing uncontrollably out of him like a broken pipe.

He was salty and quite bitter but in a good way. Like dark chocolate, strong but appetising and it made your stomach ache in need. You swallowed and swallowed greedily, taking as much of him as you could in your mouth as he huffed and grunted above you.

“Fucking jesus, you’re good. You should disobey more in meetings, little soldier because this is cloud fucking 9!” His voice trembled slightly but all you could do is slobber and moan on his shaft. His skin so tasty and warm, you could feel him throb and twitch. You were leathered on his dick, cockdrunk and crazy for it.

After a few more minutes Graves threw his head back with a groan, his eyes shut and his breathing quickened. His noises were so fucking lewd and effortless, he was free and feeling euphoric; you noticed that. More and more precum dripped on your tongue and you teased his tip, his hips bucking slightly as he trembled pathetically at the pleasure.

“Oh my ‘Gah fuck.. Keep doing that and i’m going to cum.” Your lips gripped the shaft of his cock harder and your cheeks shallowed sucking him in more as you teased his tip fast, bobbing your head. You needed his cum, you needed it now. His taste, his seed, his everything, fuck you needed him everywhere and now your body was trembling. A moan trailed from your mouth as you whimpered on his cock, and he exploded.

His deep, gruffly, American voice cracking as his cum full your mouth making you pull away and choke. The rest spurted and splattered all over your uniform and chin as you swallowed and caught your breath. His salty fluids made your body shudder and your pussy clench around nothing, fucking hell. Graves took a deep breath lazily lifting his head back up to admire how you look.

Cum now dripped and stained down you, cheeks puffed out and eyes so shiny and lustful it looked as if you were about to cry. His dick twitched again at the sight and he let out a small laugh, slipping it back into his ruined underwear and zipping up his cargos.

Without waiting he made his way to the door before stopping himself and turning around to face you. You were now sat on your side, your knees a little red with indents of the floor on them. He ran a hand through the hair stuck to the light layer of sweat on his forehead and he smirked.

“See you out there, little soldier.” And he left the room with a wink.

[avengerscompound]

Fame and Glory - The Man You Were Meant to Be

Fame and Glory: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x OFC (Glory) with some Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers x OMC

Word Count:  3769

Warnings:  Angst, smut (M|F, M|M, Bisexual MMF, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, loss of virginity (Steve’s), anal sex)

Synopsis:  After taking the Super Serum that changed him from small sickly Steve Rogers to the man we now know as Captain America, Steve is sent on a USO tour to increase sales of war bonds and entertain the troops. Being on stage and the chorus girls both terrify him.

With the help of dancer Glory, Steve begins to warm up to the idea of fame until he starts doing things he never thought he would and begins to question himself.  Does he like the man he has become and who does he want to be?

Chapter 3 - The Man You Were Meant to Be

Along with Steve’s sudden loss of sexual confidence, he also lost confidence in himself for just about everything.  His choices.  His abilities.  Who he was as a person.  The two weren’t exactly related.  Making a bad choice in his sex life - even one that did question his own moral standards - didn’t change that people still saw him as a hero helping out the war effort.  What changed that was the tour.

On home soil, he was dealing with people who were just continuing their day to day lives.  They may have been struggling with rationing, but they weren’t in immediate danger.  The show was a release for them.  A reminder they were one of the good guys and that everything was going to turn out just fine.

On the frontline what he was met with was indifference at best and hostility at worst.  Soldiers serving in the war, actually going out and risking their lives.  Those men had absolutely no interest in Captain America and his shiny Hollywood version of war, where only the Nazis got hurt and everyone comes back victorious.  They didn’t want to hear the polished words of the American propaganda machine.  They knew how far from the truth they were.   All they saw Steve as was a dancing monkey mocking the trauma they were actually experiencing.

The tour started far out on the edges of the fighting.  In bases that were more there for recovery and strategic planning.  The men at those bases would cheer the girls when they came out to sing.  They’d catcall and holler.  When Steve came out he’d only receive polite clapping and when his part was done they’d get up and file out without even waiting for him to get off the stage.

As they got closer and closer to the actual fighting they started booing him off stage.  Things would get thrown.  He started going over and over every single decision he’d ever made that had led him down this path where he now hated himself.  Even when he was small he didn’t hate himself.  He hated the world at large for dealing him so much shit.  For dealing others so much shit.  He wanted to fight it and fix what was wrong.  Instead, he got pretty and became complacent with the luxuries that came with being sexually desirable.

Being on the frontline just reminded him how much of himself he gave up to be Captain America.  How many of his own ideals he’d swept under the rug to just wallow in popularity.  How little he was actually doing to serve his country.  How he was a huge fraud.

He all but stopped having sex with Glory.  More out of necessity than anything else.  They were sleeping in barracks and tents for the most part.  Glory being in with him was a practical impossibility.  Once or twice they figured out a way to make it happen.  It was always rushed and uncomfortable and it felt like it was being done out of habit.  So they ended up just stopping.  They never discussed it, they just moved on.

He was glad she was there though.  She always saw him as he was.  She knew he was hurting and did her best to reassure him.

“Honey, you know that you didn’t choose this.  You want to help.  This is where they put you.  They’ll see you’re wasted when the time is right.   Don’t you worry.”

It all came to a head when Steve was booed off the stage on a base right on enemy lines.  The men jeered and chased him off, calling for the girls to return.   Glory and the others rushed back on repeating their previous routine.  They then each did their best to back up each other with unrehearsed acapella versions of songs they had sung at bars while drunk.

The men enjoyed it.  The songs were sultry and a little suggestive and they really just wanted to look at the girls in their skimpy outfits and fantasize about fucking them.  It had been a long time since any of them had been near someone soft and warm and who wanted them.

After the show Glory couldn’t find Steve anywhere.  She’d assumed he’d be somewhere sulking about the reception he’d been given.  She didn’t have a lot of time to look though.  The girls were required to go meet with the soldiers, which meant putting up with a lot of unwanted touching and filthy innuendo, before coming back to the stage again.

The three girls rushed backstage after the meet and greet to grab their helmets before performing again.

“Has anyone seen my helmet?”  Betty asked.  Glory and Karen both shrugged before jogging in the direction of the stage.

Just before she stepped up on stage, hands grabbed Glory by the shoulders and pulled her behind some curtains that hid the scaffolding of the stairs.

She squeaked and looked up at Steve.  “There you are, baby.”

“I don’t have much time.  So just listen okay?”  Steve said.  “Peggy is here and - and I found out the Germans have Bucky.  She’s organized to get me over enemy lines.  I’m gonna try and get him back.”

Glory felt her heart stop.  So much information to process in so little time.  “Are you sure about this, Steve?”  She asked.

“I can’t keep being this puppet that dances for spare change.  I have to do something useful.  I have to find Bucky.”  Steve said, firmly.

Glory stroked her fingers down Steve’s jaw.  “You’re right.  This is who you are.  Not the guy out there.  Go be who you were born to be.”

Steve smiled at her and turned to leave, but Glory caught him and pulled him into a kiss.  “For luck.”  She breathed.

Steve smiled and nodded before disappearing behind the curtain.

Glory waited.  They told her about Steve leaving against orders.  She listened and nodded like she didn’t have any idea.  They told her she had to leave.  That they’d be taking her and the other girls back to England and then return them to America as soon as possible.  That the tour was over.

She told them she wasn’t going to go anywhere until Steve was back.  They told her they’d arrest her if she didn’t do as she was told.  She told them they should do what they needed to do and she’d do what she needed to do.

Peggy came to see her.  Glory sat with her arms crossed over her chest and one leg crossed over the other, furiously chewing gum.

The beautiful, brunette agent stepped into the tent and looked her over.  “You know waiting here won’t change the outcome for him?”

“It will change things for me.  I won’t go home worrying he died and having no one tell me either way.”  Glory snapped.

Peggy sat down opposite Glory and frowned, looking the slight blonde woman over.  “I know what it’s like to worry about people who are over there fighting, but this is a military base.  We have work to do.”

“You’re Peggy Carter aren’t you?”  Glory asked, ignoring the woman.

Peggy blinked at her startled.  “How did you know that?”

“He talks about you all the time.  He has a real sweet spot for you.”  Glory said.

Peggy furrowed her brow.  “Are you two an item?”

Glory laughed.  It was pure and genuine.  “Oh, it’s not like that, honey.  He’s my family.  I’m not going anywhere until I know.”

Peggy sighed and part of her deep down felt relieved.  “Fine.  I’ll pull some strings.  If he’s not back in the next day though, you’re going to have to go.”

Glory half smiled.  “Honey, if he’s not back by then, you and I both know I’ve gotten my answer.”

So she waited.  A day later he hadn’t returned and her heart sank.  Plans were put into place to take her to England.  Colonel Phillips asked her to stay while he prepared his notice of death.  

Glory was heartbroken.  The loss of Steve had hit her much harder than she’d expected.  She had never harbored the illusion that they were destined to be together.  She hadn’t lied though.  Steve was her family.  She had hoped she’d get to see him get the long life and love he deserved.  Instead, she’d stayed behind and witnessed him being put into an early grave.

She was packed and ready to go, waiting in a tent when she heard the cheers from the camp.  She ran out to see what the fuss was and saw him.  Surrounded 20 deep by soldiers, Steve being cheered and clapped on the back.

Relief washed over her like a tidal wave.  She started to cry.  Silent tears just slipping down her cheeks.  She slipped back into the tent and lay down and drifted off to sleep.

An hour or so later she was woken by the sounds of people coming into the tent.  She opened her eyes and saw Steve standing there smiling down at her.  A handsome brunet with light eyes who looked even more tired than she felt stood behind him.

“Hey, Glory.  You waited for me?”  Steve said.

Glory jumped to her feet and threw her arms around him.  “I’m so glad you’re safe.”

Steve held her.  He squeezed her against his body and didn’t let go until she did.

“This is Bucky,”  Steve said, putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Steve, you got him back.”  She threw herself into Bucky’s arms.  He stared briefly and returned the hug.

“Nice to meet you too, doll,”  Bucky said.  He relished in the feeling of her body against his.  The closeness.  How soft she was.  The feel of her curves pressed against his skin.  It had been so long for him that his cock twitched.

“Are you and Steve…?”  He asked, letting her go.  He kept one hand around her waist, unwilling to end the physical contact with her.  It was like after what he’s just been through he wanted to cancel it out with affection.

Steve laughed.  “Not exactly.  We’re friends.”

“You two never…?”

Glory grinned at Bucky.  “Oh no we did.  All the time.  Like bunnies.”

Bucky groaned.  “Geez, Steve.  What happened to you?”

Steve sat Bucky down on the edge of Glory’s cot and he and Glory sat beside him.  Bucky continued to keep a hand on Glory.  His arm wrapped around her waist with his palm resting on his hip.

Steve talked.  He told Bucky all about everything.  He’d filled him in a little on their march back across the border from Austria, but now he left nothing out.  He talked about his recruitment.  Erskine and Peggy’s faith in him.  How he’d been chosen for the serum.  How they’d turned him into a show pony.  The development of his relationship with Glory. How fame had gone straight to his head and how hard he’d fallen when reality crashed back down on him.  The only thing he left out was the incident in the bathroom stall.  He wasn’t sure Bucky was ready to hear that about him just yet.

By the time Steve had stopped talking Bucky had his hand in Glory’s and his head on her shoulder.

“Steve.  I told you not to get in any trouble while I was on duty.”  Bucky said.

Steve laughed and clapped Bucky on the shoulder.  “I guess you didn’t take all the trouble with you.”  His face fell. “Although you did take a fair bit.”

Bucky’s hand tightened around Glory’s as the memory of his torture passed through him.

“You okay, honey?”  Glory asked.

Bucky shook his head and looked at her helplessly.  “Not really.”

Glory wrapped her arms around him and he nuzzled in against her neck.  “Oh, honey.  You’re safe now.  They can’t hurt you here.”

She stroked her hands up and down his back.  Steve’s hands joined Glory’s in an attempt at reassuring his friend.

As they ran their hands over Bucky he started to ghost his lips over Glory’s skin.  Glory looked at Steve and Steve gave a brief nod and looked towards the exit of the tent. Glory shook her head almost imperceptibly and Steve smiled.  Glory was going to give Bucky the thing he thought he needed right now but Steve was going to be a part of it.

The gentle touch of Bucky’s lips over Glory’s skin turned into needy desperate kissing.  He moved his mouth to her’s and they kissed hungrily as his hands began to roam her body.

Steve’s hands slid across Bucky’s back and over his chest.  Bucky moaned softly, hoping they’d do more. Unfasten his buttons.  Move lower. Anything that might show that Steve felt the same way about him as he did about Steve.  Instead, they moved to Glory, sliding from her chest to her back and unzipping her dress.

Bucky frantically moved to remove her dress.  Glory caught his hands in hers.  “Slow down, baby.  This is happening.  We can take our time.”

Bucky flinched.  He’d always been the cool one.  The one who knew exactly what he was doing around women.  Steve was the one who had no idea.  Yet here they were and out of nowhere he’d just started kissing the girl who obviously had a thing with Steve even if they didn’t admit it.  He was so desperate for her touch, he couldn’t even make his hands do what he wanted them to.  And Steve was just sitting behind them calmly helping to undress her.

Steve touched the back of Bucky’s head tenderly.  Carding his fingers through his hair.  “You’re safe, Buck.  Whatever you think you need.”

What he wanted was Steve.  His safe place.  To tell him how he felt.  Instead, he settled on pulling Glory’s dress off over her head and dragging her so she was straddling his lap.  He started sucking and biting at her nipples through her bra.

Glory moaned as a tingle crept through her skin.  She unhooked her bra and leaned towards Steve.  They kissed as Bucky continued to suck and nip at her breasts.

“Take this off.”  Glory said, tapping on Steve’s uniform.

Steve stood and began removing his makeshift uniform while he watched his two friends.  Glory had started to unbutton Bucky’s shirt and they were kissing again.  There was this tiny voice in his head that said ‘this is yet another example of the loss of your moral compass’.  Much louder though, drowning everything out, was that this was right and he wanted it with every part of him.

Glory began kissing down Bucky’s chest.  Her tongue drew tiny circles and the salt from his skin filled her mouth.  She dropped to her knees onto the tarpaulin floor and opened Bucky’s fly, removing his cock from his pants and taking him into her mouth.

Bucky groaned.  His head fell forward but he kept his eyes on Glory as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock.  It almost felt like too much.  Going from the torture that had just been inflicted on him to this to this.  It was like freezing and then hopping into a hot bath.  His head felt foggy and his muscles were twitching.  Not sure if they should be tensed or relaxed.  Not sure how much they should give up to this happening.  Expecting it to change suddenly.

Steve came up behind Glory and lowered himself to his knees.  His fingers slipped between her cheeks and down to her pussy.  He stroked her up and down, spreading her moisture over her folds and coating her clit.  She moaned around Bucky’s cock as Steve’s fingers spread heat through her abdomen.  Steve watched Bucky, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face and wishing he could be part of it.  The cause of it.  He wanted to lean forward and kiss him.  To take over from Glory.  Instead, put his hands on Glory’s waist and lifted her.  Pulling her from Bucky’s cock with a graphic slurping sound.

He placed her on her feet and brought his lips up against her ears.  “Can you take us both?”  He whispered.

Glory’s skin prickled.  “I can try.”  She pointed at her bag and Steve went to it digging around for condoms and the oil they used as a lubricant from time to time.

Glory wriggled out her panties.  She pushed Bucky back onto the cot and straddled him.  They kissed and his hands roamed over her body, trying to touch every part of her naked form.  Steve handed Glory a condom and she sat back up and took Bucky’s cock in her hand.

“Stevie wants you both to share me.”  Glory said, rolling the condom down over Bucky’s length.  “All at the same time.  You okay with that, honey?”

Bucky looked at Steve who was rolling his own condom on.  “Steve?”

Steve nodded his head.  He handed the oil to Glory and she squirted some in her palm before slicking Bucky’s cock.

“Yes.  I want to.”  Bucky moaned.

Glory positioned herself above his cock and lowered herself down, slowly letting him fill her.  Bucky moaned and pulled her down into a kiss.  His kiss was frantic and desperate.  He moved his mouth against hers like he was trying to devour her.  He thrust up into her, leaving Glory to just cling to him and enjoy the ride.

Steve stepped up behind her and ran his hands over her ass.

“Start with your fingers, baby.”  Glory whimpered.

Steve poured oil onto his hand and moved it between her legs.  His fingers slid along Bucky’s cock, eliciting a loud groan from him.  It made Steve’s cock throb painfully.  His fingers teased at Glory’s entrance and he pushed two in.

Glory bit down into Bucky’s shoulder at her cunt stretched and burned.  Steve moved his fingers inside of her, back and forth.  When she became comfortable with the sensation he spread them, stretching her even more.  Just when she thought she was as full as she could possibly be, Steve pulled his hand away and replaced it with his cock, slowly pushing into her.

“Oh god.”  Glory moaned.

The feel of Steve’s cock pressed against his, tightly encompassed by the warm, wet of Glory’s cunt was almost too much.  He groaned, and his fingers dug into her back.  He had never even imagined doing anything like this.  Especially not with Steve of all people.  Steve who had always been so scared of girls.  Now it was happening it was the only thing he’d ever wanted.  This.  Right now.  With Steve.

Steve started to thrust, gazing down at his friends.  Listening to their moans of pleasure.  The way Bucky’s face contorted and his fingers bit into Glory’s flesh.

Glory completely came apart.  Her body spasmed and she cried out as she came again and again.  Her face buried in Bucky’s neck.

The clenching and releasing of Glory’s cunt sent both Bucky and Steve over.  They came almost simultaneously.  There cocks pulsing against each other.  They both closed their eyes and moaned at the sensation.

There was no time to really pause and enjoy the moment.  The three dressed quickly and were soon collected to be shipped back to England.

From England Glory was returned to the United States almost immediately.  The goodbye she said to Steve was alarmingly brief with a quick hug and peck on the lips as she was shuffled from one plane to another.

“Take care of yourself, Glory,”  Steve said, squeezing her tightly against him.

“You too, Steve.  I expect you to be leading the victory parade when all this is over with.”  Glory replied.

Steve laughed.  “I’ll do my best.”

She went to leave and he pulled her back against him.  “Thank you for letting me be yours on the tour.  I needed that.”

“Oh, honey.  It works both ways.”

And that was it.  She pecked Bucky on the cheek and never saw either of them again.

She wrote to both Steve and Bucky while she was home.  Steve was obviously doing what he was meant to do.  While she worried for him, it made her happy that others were recognizing him for who he was.  Each letter she got from him spoke about Peggy more and more.  Starting first about their rekindling friendship.  How he had thought she was with someone named Howard.  Until eventually he spoke of how they were talking about their lives after the war.  How they wanted to date but not now.  They were waiting until the war had ended.  How he wanted to take her dancing.  The more he talked about Peggy the happier it made Glory.  She loved hearing from this man who now knew who he was and what he was destined for.

Bucky went from almost being surprised she wrote to sending love letters.  Promises to take her out dancing.  Flirtatious quips about the things he’d like to do with her.  Requests for photos.  She played along never really expecting anything to come of it.  She was fairly certain that to Bucky she was the person waiting for him when he had no one else.  Especially considering the way he spoke about their future lives together coincided with how serious Steve was getting about Peggy.  She was sure that when Bucky got back he wouldn’t need her to be that person anymore and he’d move on.

When she received the letter from Steve about Bucky’s death it almost destroyed her and she realized that she hadn’t really been playing along at all.  She had fallen for this man via letters in a way she’d never fallen for a man before.

The news of Steve’s death was worse.  Partly because of their history.  Partly because she had wanted him so badly to get a happy ending.  Mostly it was just further grief compressing on top of the one she had not that long ago moved on from.

Five years after the war ended Glory married.  He was a film producer and the marriage lasted six months before it was annulled based on his constant and numerous infidelities.  

Two years later she married again.  This time he was a mechanic from Brooklyn.  A widower with two small children.  He was kind to her and always considered himself to just be lucky that she’d even looked in his direction.  She never had her own biological children.  She didn’t need them.  She loved the two that he had just as much.

She died at the age of 68 with her children and grandchildren all nearby.  She never lived to see the return of either Steve or Bucky.

[genogenocrazycatman]

Queen - Shinsuke Nakamura x OFC

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, or any of it's properties. I do not own any real people, places or things mentioned. All trademarks and copyrights belong to their respective owners. The following events are fictitious and even real events and people are being used in a fictitious manner.

Author's Note: This really didn't translate the way I wanted it to, but whatever.

"You don't know the power of love!"

"Unbelievable," I muttered, irritated by Maria Kanellis's words.

Her husband, Mike, was currently in the middle of a match with Shinsuke Nakamura, who had just been about to deliver a devastating Kinshasa, which likely would've knocked Mike's head clean off his body. Fortunately for Mike, his wife had jumped in the ring and blocked Shinsuke's path, causing the King of Strong Style to stop midstrike.

It was a smart move on Maria's part. She bought her husband some time, and as long as she didn't touch Shinsuke, she wouldn't get Mike disqualified. Plus, Shinsuke would never hit a woman.

I sure as hell would, and she wasn't counting on that.

I left the monitor in the back and stormed to gorilla, not even bothering to wait for my music. I walked out to only the confused cheers of the crowd. I was sure that they had a pretty good idea of what I was going to do, but why was a whole other story.

Shin and I weren't very open about our relationship. Shin tended to be fairly private about the personal details of his life. Sure he had no problem sharing pictures from some of his adventures, appearances and when he was surfing, but he left his family and friends out of it. It hadn't bothered me none. Our relationship wasn't really anyone's business, and I liked not having to worry about people constantly talking about us.

At the same time, we were both WWE Superstars, and we knew that there was going to be a day, where everyone found out, and neither of us thought it was really an issue. I was already in the limelight. I already dealt with the attention on a regular basis, so having to deal with a little more of it didn't faze me. People would as a bunch of questions for a couple weeks that we could easily dodge and redirect and then be over it. Once the hype train passed we could go back to normal.

Maria thought that the cheers were for her declarations of love for her husband, commending the crowd on being able to appreciate the beauty of their relationship.

Shin saw me marching down the ramp and grinned.

I hopped up on the apron, Maria in front of me, a still dazed Mike in the corner.

Shinsuke pointed at me over Maria's shoulder, causing her to turn around and face me. "Love this, bitch!" I said, hitting her with a hard elbow. She fell to the mat. I grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her out of the ring. She landed on the floor with a hard thud.

I glared down at her, before returning my attention to the men in the ring.

Mike had pulled himself to his feet, worriedly glancing at Maria, who was groaning in pain. He didn't have time to worry about her, because he still had Shin to contend with. Mike threw a punch at Shin. It was a sad effort really. He wasn't all there sure, but his wide swing left him wide open to the strikes Shinsuke hit him with. Mike fell to the mat.

Maria stumbled to her feet, seeming to realize the danger her husband was in, but before she could break for the ring, I swung my leg around, hitting her in the throat. I dropped into a split, my calf landing on her throat as she hit the ground.

"A demi-lune to Maria!" Saxton called from the announce table.

Shin ran at Mike, knee connecting.

"KINSHASA!" Graves yelled.

Shinsuke covered him, getting the three count.

The ref raised Shinsuke's arm, his music blaring from the arena's pa system.

Graves, Phillips and Saxton were questioning my motives for interfering.

I slid into the ring, grinning at the winner, who popped out his mouth guard, flung it somewhere on the mat behind him and grinned back. No words were exchanged between us. He extended a hand to me, which I took. He pulled me close, so that we were chest to chest. The music dipped, slowly rising back to the high that always got the crowd singing along.

"Thank you," he said, finally breaking our silence.

I chuckled of course that's all he had to say. "You're welcome."

I felt him tense up, the hand holding mine gripping tighter, his arm going rigid. His music swelled, and using him for support, I fell back copying his signature rope drop.

The crowd went absolutely crazy.

Shin pulled me back up, and I pecked him on the lips, before letting go and heading for the ropes. Shin bowed to the crowd, before walking up the ramp with me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

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[unreliablesnake]

Is it in your DNA? (Phillip Graves x ofc)

Summary: Graves wants to find out who is his bio-dad. But when he finds out, the man isn’t exactly welcoming.

Note: Based on this post by @gravesrafe. You’re a genius, I hope you don’t mind that I wrote this. / The OFC is called April. / Maybe this is a part one. Idk. / The mistakes you might find in this are completely unintentional, I swear.

Until now, Phillip had been staying in his house, always keeping an eye on what was happening in the outside world and at Shadow Company, and getting ready for the perfect moment to return. His girlfriend kept him entertained most of the time, but when she left for a few days to visit her father who had just broken a leg, he realized that his thoughts could get quite wild when he was on his own.

She was really close to her dad, he had seen this several times with his own eyes, and this made him think. He never knew his father. His mother never talked about him, always avoided the topic when he asked, so around the age of twelve he gave up trying.

But now as an adult maybe it was time to find out. Maybe he could use his wealth and connections to hire the best private investigator available to find his father. So once he made up his mind, he made a few calls and soon found who he was looking for thanks to a friend.

“Thank you for coming here on such short notice,” said Phillip as they sat down in the living room.

The man flashed a polite smile at him as he leaned forwards on the sofa. “It's only natural, Mr. Graves, I know how busy you are, and it must be important.”

Clearing his throat, Phillip leaned back in the armchair and stretched his fingers on the armrest. “Well, it's a personal issue.”

“Your girlfriend?”

He couldn't help but laugh. He trusted her more than anyone, he didn't have a reason to start an investigation about her. “It's my father. I never knew him, but I think it's time to find him with your help,” he said after a short break.

The man thought for a second. “Is your mother still alive?” he asked.

“If you want to know if I’ve ever tried to ask her, then the answer is yes, I have. Several times. But she’s stubborn and doesn’t want me to know for some reason.”

“I see.”

That was all he said. Phillip thought he would refuse to work for him, saying it either wasn't worth his time or energy, or was a case that wasn't the kind he would normally pick to work on. But the silence stretched even longer, causing him to shift in his seat from the anxiety that was beginning to take over his mind.

And he wasn't the type to be anxious. The last time he felt that way had been a bit over a year ago, when his girlfriend got into a car accident. It was pure luck that he wasn't away on a mission at the time, so the moment he got the call from the hospital, he told everyone to man up and handle things without him for a week or two.

He wished April was there with him now. Just taking her hand, feeling the soft skin and warmth would have made him feel a lot better. But she wasn't here now, and he had to handle this on his own. After what felt like an eternity, he cleared his throat to prepare for the question that had been on his mind for a while.

“Have you even tried to find him on your own?” the man suddenly asked, surprising Phillip. “I know about your company, I'm sure you have the resources and connections to manage on your own.”

“I'd rather have someone else do it,” came the honest response.

The private investigator suddenly stood up and dusted off his dress shirt before straightening his tie. “All right. I'll get to work tomorrow and get back to you once I know something about him.”

“Thank you,” was all Phillip said as he shook his hand.

Two days after this conversation his girlfriend finally returned, and she was extremely interested in his sudden urge to find this father he had never known. As they were lying in bed with her head resting on his chest, she drew circles into his skin as she kept asking him questions about the man he hired.

“Do you think he will find your father?” she asked quietly.

Phillip gulped at the thought. It's not like he hadn't thought of the possibility of the private investigator failing to do this simple task. Because how hard could finding one man be? “I'm sure he will,” he replied eventually.

She rested her chin on his shoulder as she looked up at him. “You don't sound too sure,” she pointed out, to which he only responded with a groan. “Okay, okay, I'll let you off the hook.”

“Have you talked to your dad since you got home? Is he okay alone?” he asked before gently kissing the crown of her head.

A sigh left her lips, then she simply turned on her back and looked up at the ceiling. “You know how stubborn he can be. His neighbor offered to help, I offered to hire someone to help, but he keeps saying he can manage on his own,” April replied, her tone giving away that she was tired of her father’s nonsense.

He couldn’t blame her for feeling like this, after all he had gone through the same thing with his mother after she had a surgery. Sometimes he joked that they should be together, maybe this would benefit them, but he knew neither of them would be happy.

Days passed painfully slowly, each feeling longer than the last, making him believe the private investigator got to a dead end. But then his phone rang, and he saw his name on the screen. “I was beginning to think you found nothing,” he admitted after the suggestion to meet for dinner later that night.

Phillip didn’t want company, so he reserved a private room in a fancy restaurant he often took his girlfriend to. The man arrived on time, as if he had waited outside until the very last minute. “As I said on the phone, I have good news, Mr. Graves,” he began as they settled down. He took out a thin file that he set down between them. “I found your father, although I must warn you; he’s a very private man.”

“But you still found some things, right?”

“Yes. His name is Russell Adler,” he began as he opened the file and handed his client a photo from the top. “He works for the CIA. I had to pull a few strings to get this information, but I’m positive that this is the case.”

As he picked up the picture, Phillip took a good look at the man. He looked similar to him, even had a nasty scar on his face like he did. Well, his scar apparently wasn’t nasty, at least his girlfriend always said she loved it about his face. A smile crept on his face at the thought of her, but he quickly regained his composure and looked up at the other man.

“How in the hell did my mother meet someone like him?” he asked, already afraid that the answer would be a drunken night out.

“Your mother lived in the same building for a short time. I don’t exactly know the full story, but they had a fleeting relationship,” he explained. “From what I’ve heard, your mother never told him she was pregnant. He went on a mission, disappeared for months, then by the time he returned, your mother was already gone from that apartment building.”

The Shadow put down the photo and reached for the whole file instead. “So my mom didn’t want him to know, huh? I wonder why that is.”

“He’s… difficult. I talked to a few people he used to know, and they all said the same thing. He lived for his job. He’s known for being a true patriot, always putting the best interest of this country before his own.”

“Sounds just like you,” his girlfriend noted when he told her everything later that night. They were sitting on the couch with her head on his thighs, his hands buried into her hair as they talked. “Do you want to meet him?”

“I don’t know,” Phillip admitted. “He has no idea I exist. And if he was already working for the CIA when Mom got pregnant, then he could have easily found her after he returned from that mission. But he didn’t care enough to look for her.”

April reached for his hand that was resting on his stomach and raised it to her lips. “But what if he would be glad to find out he has a son? You’re successful, intelligent, and so stupidly handsome.” He couldn’t help but laugh at this. “You should give it a try.”

The smile that stayed on his lips grew wider when she sat up and turned around to kiss him. If his men knew how smitten he was with her at home, they would probably make jokes about him behind his back. But he didn’t care, not as long as they were together. She made him a better person, made him see things in a different light most of the time.

Even now she managed to convince him to meet that man. “But you’re coming with me,” he told her before kissing the tip of her nose.

And so a few days later they were sitting in a rental car outside the man’s house. Phillip was gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, but he loosened up a little when she put a hand on his shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze.

“Listen, I know I said you should do this, but if you changed your mind–”

He shook his head immediately. “No, no, it’s okay, I’m ready.”

She didn’t find him convincing enough, but she nodded nonetheless. They got out of the car and walked up to the front door, which to their surprise opened before they could even knock. There was the man from the photos right in front of them, eyeing the pair with a suspicious look on his face.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Adler,” Phillip said with a nod.

“Do we know each other?”

He took a deep breath before pulling out an old photo of his mother from the inner pocket of his jacket. “Do you know her? Her name is Mary Graves,” he said, carefully examining the man’s facial expressions. There was a glint in his eyes, something that told him he recognized her. “So?”

Adler let out a sigh, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t be mistaken, I know who you are, Mr. Graves. The Shadow himself,” he began. “I assume that woman is your mother.”

“You never answered my question.”

“I used to know her, yes,” the older man said as he folded his arms over his chest. “Based on your possible age and the time I knew her, my best guess is that you believe I’m your father.”

“I hired someone to look into this issue, he was the one who found you. Look, I know it was my mother who left, and she never said anything bad about my father. She just… avoided the topic, especially after moving in with my stepfather,” Phillip explained as he put away the photo that was given back to him. “All I want is to get to know my bio-dad.”

As Adler took a better look at the man who claimed to be his son, Phillip absentmindedly reached out to take his girlfriend’s hand, fingers tightly laced with hers while they waited. “You’ll need a DNA test to prove this,” he finally spoke up.

Phillip couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. “Of course. I was expecting this answer,” he said eventually. “I’ll arrange everything, you just have to be at home when they come for the sample if you agree.”

After a nod, the man turned to look at the woman on his alleged son’s side. “And who is she?” he asked.

“My girlfriend. She was the one who convinced me to come and talk to you.”

“I’m April,” she said with her usual kind smile as she extended a hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

For the first time since they arrived, Adler’s lips curled into a smile. “Likewise. But as pleasant as this conversation is, I’d rather not invite you in yet. Let’s wait for the result of that test,” he said, his expression gradually turning into a condescending one as he turned to the other man again.

Phillip nodded. “That’s understandable. They will give you a call to arrange an appointment. See you later if the test proves it’s true. If not, then this is the last time you see me.”

“Have a nice trip back home,” was all he said before closing the door.

The two of them got back in the car, and Phillip began to drive towards the airport without saying a word. His girlfriend tried to talk, first about neutral things, like what they should eat for dinner or how they could go and spend the following weekend in his lake house. But he didn’t seem interested in any of these topics so she gave up and stepped back to give him some time to figure out how to say what was on his mind.

And sure enough, about half an hour later he licked his lips and said, “I can’t believe that guy. He didn’t even want to get to know me. He didn’t even consider being my real father, he denied everything.”

“He didn’t deny anything, honey,” April began as she reached out to take his hand. “You wouldn’t invite some stranger into your home only because they claim to be your son. He just wants to see the result of the test first. Once you’re proven right, he’ll be more cooperative.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I’m right,” she said with a laugh, earning a warm look and a kiss on the back of her hand in return. “He’ll come around. Don’t worry.”