#also just let it be known that the first thing steve rogers says when he wakes up is:

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What If: Captain America Were Revived Today? #44 (April 1983) by Peter B. Gillis and Sal Buscema; Original Image by John Romita Sr.

In this What If? Marvel tale, Captain America is unfrozen in 1983 rather than the 1960s. Without the leadership of Steve Rogers, The Avengers disband. Meanwhile, a Captain America imposter, who calls himself a "real American," has decided to use his newfound influential media status to publicly support a National Identity Card to "deal with illegal aliens,” to suggest that members of civil rights groups "ought to think seriously as to whether or not their actions contribute to the strengthening of communist enemies," and declare that if those groups tear the country apart with protests, martial law is justified "for the peace to find a solution.”

Neighborhoods with large black populations (e.g., Harlem) are walled off and forced into poverty, and one character even mentions that Jewish people are being “put back into camps.” The right-wing politicians make sure that things like this aren’t shown on television, keeping the majority of the American public ignorant of the horrors committed with their indifferent support. The public are simultaneously told that with some sacrifices, America can be free once again. The fake Captain America confronts a group of peaceful protestors, and he is shot by a sniper (in what reads like an inside job), allowing the police to have “reason” to attack the protestors. The imposter does not die and instead uses the attack to provide more reason for the violent crackdown against protesting groups.

When the true Captain America is unfrozen, he is horrified to see what America has become, especially with his emblem stamped all over it. He immediately seeks out the resistance forces (who clearly represent the Black Panther Party) and joins their cause, stating that "the wrongs [he's] seen will take much more than one man to right -- but [he's] got a name to clear, a costume to unsoil-- and a country to die for!!"

By the time Steve joins them, the resistance only has one chance left to stop the American downfall: a political convention where the "America First" party will be able to secure its support to sweep the national elections and allow them "to return America to the pure and great nation [the] forefathers envisioned."

The resistance strikes just as the convention begins. The Captain America imposter is no match in a fight against the true Captain America -- especially against a Steve Rogers who's fucking pissed. ("Get up so I can knock you down!!")

With the imposter knocked unconscious, Captain America addresses the convention crowd, warning that an America that does not represent all its people does not deserve to exist at all; that liberty can be "as easily snuffed out [in America] as in Nazi Germany" and "as a people, we are no different from them."

The crowd realizes that the man speaking before them is the true Captain America and cheers. Captain America holds his hand up and silences them, stating that he will not allow them the chance to simply replace one idol with another. He alone can’t undo the horrible damage, and he pleads that there’s still a chance for the people to “find America once again.”

Fascism doesn’t change its tune, just its singers.

A 2021 Marvel Trumps Hate ( @marveltrumpshate ) commission, completed on 22-count aida cloth with embroidery floss and watercolors on a 9" diameter bamboo hoop.

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Requests are open you say? How about Steve Rogers having a huge crush on the new recruit (reader) and being very awkward in trying to pursue her

Be a man

Steve Rogers x reader

summary: above

warnings: fluff, awkwardness, shy Steve, cum

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Part 2

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Steven Grant Rogers also known as the hero Captain America. Fought against Hydra and their leader Red Skull, his brainwashed best friend, Ultron, his own team and even Thanos. You would think that Americas golden boy is unstoppable, that nothing can stop him.

You’re wrong.

See, Steve has years of experience in fighting due to the fact that he’s over a hundred years old and fought in World War Two. The only thing he doesn’t know about, or to be more specific, doesn’t have any experience with, is the opposite sex. Steve has never been on a date or had a real first kiss. Ok, yeah, he kissed Peggy and Natasha once, but that meant nothing. God, he’s still a virgin.

To sum it up, Steve is an awkward bean around women. He doesn’t always show it obviously, but ask him something not work related with a flirty smile, and he starts to sweats like a polar bear in the desert.

Steve always thought that he was going to be able to talk to ‘the girl’ once he saw her, that he will have no problem to communicate with her.

He thought wrong.

Steve is in the training room, punching the punching bag until it falls off again. He was supposed to be training with Sam, but he hasn’t shown up. So far, Sam always showed up or at least texted him if something came in between and he couldn’t make it. Steve stops hitting the punching bag and goes over to the bench where his phone is laying. He picks it up and swipes it open, seeing that he didn’t receive any text message from Sam.

It’s not normal for Sam to be late, so Steve decides that he’s going to look for Sam. He puts his phone in his pocket and walks out of the gym, in the direction of the living area.

As he walks down the hallway Bucky crosses his path, “Hey pal, have you seen Sam”, Steve asks.

“No, but I can imagine he’s talking to the new recruits, telling them something about teamwork makes the dream work, or some other shit”, Bucky says, mimicking Sam’s voice.

Steve’s brows furrow; what new recruits? Steve heard nothing about new recruits. “I don’t know anything about new recruits?”

“Transferred from a SHIELD base in Germany, I think. Sam will probably force us to introduce us to them”, Bucky says. Steve knows that it’s hard for Bucky to talk or communicate with new and many people at once, but he knows that he’s trying his best. Since he began going to therapy, his old self made more and more of an appearance, and Bucky feels a lot better in general even though it’s hard sometimes. He’s proud of Bucky. He’s trying his best.

“Better we do it now than later. Come on, Buck”, Steve says, patting his shoulder, and pulling him with him.

Bucky lets out a chuckle, “Ok”.

Both super soldiers walk towards the meeting rooms, thinking they might be there when Bucky suddenly stops walking. Steve looks at Bucky, silently questioning why he stopped. Bucky reads Steve’s facial expression before pointing towards the end of the hallway, “found him”.

Steve follows Buckys finger and sees Sam. Sam is not alone, he’s with a woman. A beautiful woman. A goddess.

Bucky sees Steve’s face heating up. “You good, pal?” he asks with a teasing voice. Steve doesn’t answer him, to lost in the woman’s beauty next to Sam. Bucky snaps his fingers in front of Steve’s face, trying to get him back to reality, but it doesn’t work.

Lost in thoughts, or to be more specific the woman, Steve doesn’t see how Sam noticed them too, and is calling them over.

“Steve!”

Steve comes back to reality when Sam calls him for the third time. Bucky laughs at Steve’s confused puppy stare, looking like he just woke up from a coma without any knowledge of what happened before. It gets worse as they see how Sam and the woman are now walking towards them. Bucky feels Steve panicking next to him. “Hey Steve, calm down, ok?” Bucky whispers to him.

“Mhm”, Steve answers, not being able to form any words. Sam and the Woman getting closer and closer to them.

“Remember, we just introduce ourselves” Bucky tries to calm him down, his own anxiety leaving and instead focusing on helping his friend, “You can do this. Just remember to think and talk at the same time, and don’t just stare at her”. If his friend wasn’t looking like a dead fish Bucky would’ve really enjoyed this moment. Him helping his friend talk to a woman like he did back in the 40s, but nothing about Steve’s current problem is funny. Well, maybe the fact that he for real looks like a dead fish.

“Ok” Steve says.

“Ok”

“Ok”

“You can do this, Steve”

“Ok”

And the woman gets closer and closer.

Steve begins to murmur what he wants to say, making Bucky look nervously at him.

The woman and Sam are now almost completely by them as Steve suddenly says, “I need to finish the mission report”, before sprinting the other direction.

“Hey, why did Steve-“ Sam can’t finish because Bucky is already sprinting after Steve, leaving him and the woman utterly confused. “BUCKY!”

Sam puts his hands on his hips, “normally they are not like this, ok? They probably just remembered to take their anti-aging cream”. He turns to you, “Super soldiers, you know”.

You smile as Sam claps your shoulders and says, “how about I show you the training room?”. You nod, letting him lead you to the training room.

Meanwhile, Steve is sprinting towards his room, looking like a gazelle who’s running away from a predator. Steve thought he could talk to her, but no.

Once he reaches his room, he locks the door, and then just stands there, staring at the locked door; what just happened? He begins to hyperventilate like how his pre serum self did when he had an asthma attack. The room feels like it’s shrinking. Steve feels small and scared. Just the sight of the woman made him with a snap of a finger feel like his weak 40s self before the serum. Back when no one liked him.

While Steve is having a panic attack, Bucky is running towards Steve’s room. Bucky started running after him some seconds after he sprinted away, and normally Bucky would’ve caught up to him, but Steve’s panic and the super soldier serum made it a bit difficult. Luckily, Bucky knows Steve like no one else and knows that he’s hiding in his room.

“Steve?” Bucky asks, knocking on the door. “You good, pal? Can I come in?”. He waits, but no answer comes, so he tries opening the door but it’s locked.

Bucky sighs, “Steve, let me in”.

On the other side, Steve is debating if he should let his best friend in. His debating goes too long for Bucky though because the next thing Steve hears is Bucky saying ‘Friday unlock the door’, and the door opens.

Bucky walks in, seeing a teared eyed Steve who’s breathing fast and heavy. Bucky strikes over to him and pulls him slowly down to the floor, sitting face to face with each other. He takes his hand and puts it on his heart, “Steve, hey. Focus on me. Focus on my heartbeat. You feel mine?” Bucky says, putting his other hand on Steve’s heart, feeling how his heart is still beating fast. “Steve, focus on my heartbeat”.

Steve looks at his friend and tries to focus on his heart. He closes his eyes, only trying to listen to Bucky’s heartbeat. “Yeah, I feel it”.

Bucky gives him a smile, “ok, good”.

They sit in silent for a few minutes, Steve’s heart beating now slower and his breaths coming out normally.

Bucky waits until Steve’s heartbeat is fully back to normal before asking “better?”.

Steve nods, “I didn’t think we would have had to use that method on me”, he says chuckling.

This calming method showed Bucky’s therapist, Steve. She told him that it would help Bucky calm down when he’s having a panic attack, and it did in fact help. The night after she explained it to him, Bucky woke up from a nightmare and started to panic. Steve’s room is right next to him, so he heard his friend’s panic. He tried the method that night and it worked perfectly. It took some while until Bucky calmed down, but it was way faster than without the method, and Bucky was able to fall asleep again after.

To other people, this method may look a bit weird, but it calms his best friend down, so who cares? It’s also no surprise that Steve is the only one allowed to do this method. Sam once tried it and Bucky punched him in his face when he put his hand on his chest. Sam left the room angrily and annoyed with a broken bloody nose. Bucky punched him with his metal arm. He thought Sam was in danger that second and in a state of danger he uses his metal arm. Bucky apologized to Sam though, and he truly felt bad and sorry. Sam instantly forgave him though, he knows it wasn’t his intention.

At least not in that situation.

Bucky even ‘baked’ Sam some brownies. Well, more like bought some Brownies and said he baked them. Sam knew he didn’t, but said nothing and just enjoyed eating some good, tasteless brownies with a smile on his face.

“Well, we didn’t think you would ever run away from a girl”.

Steve sighs, “Yeah. Back then, they would run away from me. Now it’s me running away”

“Why did you?”

Steve shakes his head. “I don’t know. I got scared I guess?”.

When Steve looks at Bucky again, he comes to face with a blank stare. It kinda reminds him of Bucky’s winter soldier stare. If they weren’t having an emotional and serious conversation, Steve would’ve been actually concerned that something happened that made Bucky go into Winter Soldier mindset.

Bucky scares Steve when he suddenly jumps up, “You know what” he pulls Steve up, almost making him fall over “You will have that girl”.

“Huh?” he asks, confused.

“Or just someone”.

He doesn’t like the thought of Bucky helping him. Bucky was a true player back then, a gentleman, but a player.

“I help you talk to women. I can do that. I did that a hundred years ago” he stops when he realizes “fucking hell, that’s a long time ago”.

Steve scowls, “Language, Buck”.

“Sorry”.

“I get that you’re trying to help me, and I appreciate that” Steve takes a deep breath before continuing, “but I can’t”

“Why?” Bucky asks crossing his arms, standing like an angry parent.

“I just can’t, ok? Also, colleges are not allowed to be in a romantic relationship”.

“Then look for someone else. There’s this woman named Leah. She works at my favorite sushi place and I heard-“

“I don’t want someone else!”

Bucky raises an eyebrow, a teasing grin on his face. “Ohhhh, so you want her. Ok, Steven. I see you”. He winks at Steve as he groans.

“I didn’t say that. I just-ugh, I like her, but-there’s not gonna be anything between us” he tries to give his best friend a reassuring smile, but knowingly fails. “You can ask Leah out”, Steve tries changing the topic.

“No, she’s not my type”.

Bucky knows that Steve won’t stop having a crush on the new recruit. It took Steve a hundred years to get over Peggy. He was still in love with her even after being unfrozen. Now imagine he’s thinking about the new recruit until he dies. Bucky doesn’t want that. God, he was honestly happy when Peggy passed. That woman was like a snake slithering her way into his friends heart only to poison it. He didn’t like her from the second she interrupted Steve and his conversation. Dumb Bitch.

He wants his friend to be happy. He wants to be an uncle. He hopes Steve will get himself together and talk to her.

“Ok. Whatever you say”, Bucky says, patting him on his shoulder. They continue talking, but this time about what movie they are going to watch for their ‘we need to learn about cinematic history’ movie night. While talking, Bucky’s mind continues to wander back to their original conversation, and about the fact that Steve doesn’t want some dating teaching from him. In all honesty, he’s slightly hurt by that.

He could still help him somehow, though.

It’s been a week now since he saw the new recruit and he’s been trying to avoid any situation that could lead to him seeing her. Steve knows it sounds silly, but he’s scared of her. Scared of seeing her. Scared of her seeing him. He hasn’t been training for a week. Steve knows the chances are high that she will be there. The only sort of trying he did this week was going for a run. Alone.

Sam noticed a change in Steve. Everybody did. Steve was never a huge extrovert and now he’s such an introvert. He doesn’t even eat with them anymore because she could be there, or just walk past them eating.

Today he needs to be brave, though. Bucky asked him to train together because he’s the only good match for him. Bucky told him that winning against Sam slowly starts to get boring, and that Steve needs to train again. Cardio is good, but Steve needs to do more.

After trying to convince Bucky that they can also train outside or anywhere else than the training room, he knew from Bucky’s reaction that it’s not gonna happen. So now he’s on his way to meet Bucky in the training room.

To say Steve is nervous is an understatement, he’s almost shitting his pants.

Bucky assured him they would have the room for themselves and Steve just hopes that that’s true.

Steve walks into the gym and surprisingly sees no one. No Bucky. Steve was already late because he was nervous, so it confuses him why Bucky isn’t here. He looks at the clock on the wall and sees that he’s sixteen minutes late, meaning Bucky is to late too.

“Maybe he’s still asleep”, Steve tells himself. Technically, he would be happy that Bucky is able to sleep, but it’s the first time since a week that he’s training and last time, Sam already didn’t come.

He is just about to go to Bucky’s room when he hears a soft voice.

“Well, it’s only seven in the morning”.

Steve turns around and freezes.

It’s the woman

Oh, no no no no no

“Every normal person would be asleep at this time”.

Steve is unable to speak, he’s just staring at her. Not even blinking, just staring.

She looks at him with a smile, waiting for an answer, or just something.

When Steve realizes that she’s waiting for an answer, he clears his throat. “Yeah, uhm-I uh, I mean he likes to sleep-uh- he can’t sleep that much and-uhm yeah. He normally only uhm-sleeps with me- Wait not like that-uh I mean, he just likes to sleep with me-no. He uhm, he sleeps better with-me-uhm because I’m a good sleep partner- no, I just-uhm. IM NOT GAY”.

Steve looks at her with wide eyes. He knows he just made a fool of himself, so he tries to save himself.

Tries.

“There’s obviously nothing wrong with liking-uhm men, but I’m not like that. Yeah, uhm I hate men- wait not hate men, I like them, but platonic like ha ha. I like woman. But I’m not a relationship-I uhm”, he doesn’t want to look like he is desperate for a relationship. She could think that he’s trying to ‘hit on her’. He believes that what it’s called, but you can never trust Tony. “I’m not into relationship- uhm, the romantic, uh, kind-just the other kind”

Now she looks at him with wide eyes. The only other non-relationship kind she can think of is the sexual one. She can’t believe that Captain Rogers, the golden boy, is such a man. The worst part is that Steve doesn’t understand what he just said and instead looks at her with a nervous smile. Poor boy thought it sounded more like normal relationship, platonic kind. It didn’t, though.

“You do you, I guess” she says, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. She didn’t think her first time meeting Captain America would be like this.

Steve sees that she’s not comfortable or at least confused by what he’s saying. Maybe she doesn’t like his answer.

So he continues to try to fix this conversation.

“I uhm I would like a relationship-with someone-uh I want to-“ he can’t say dancing, that sounds boring. He needs to come up with something that everyone does these days. Something that she would probably like “do Netflix and chill”.

Steve needs to get better at telling when he can trust Tony and when not.

“Oh, uhm” she doesn’t know what to say “that’s nice I guess”.

Right now, Steve would rather fight against HYDRA than talk to her. He can feel how he’s sweating. And if that already isn’t bad enough, he starts to really look at her. Oh boy.

She’s wearing tight black leggings with a matching black sport bra. She must’ve been already training for a while because he sees some drops of sweat on her chest area, running to her cleavage. Steve is directly looking at her cleavage, not taking his eyes off it.

He doesn’t notice that he’s looking at it, well, that he’s so obviously looking at it.

She puts her left hand on her right shoulder, acting like she’s massaging it, and not like she’s trying to cover her chest.

Steve’s eyes move to hers, and it only takes three seconds until realization hits him.

“Shit!” he screams, making her jump “oh, I’m sorry I didn’t want to scare you-I uhm, and I didn’t want to stare at your you know-chest. Not because they are not pretty, they are-NO Uhmmm, they uh. It’s just”.

Steve stops talking when the door opens and Bucky walks in with a smile on his face “Language, Steve. Good morning you two”. At least someone is having one.

“Morning”, she says, smiling at his best friend before walking away to lift some weight. Deep down they are both happy that Bucky saved them from the awkward situation, though, Steve is also sad because he wanted to talk to her, to have a chance, but he failed.

Bucky smiles after her, then turns to Steve. “Hey Steve, how are you?”

“You knew, didn’t you” Steve almost spats, his voice echoing throughout the training room. He turns around and sees how she is looking at them.

He quickly turns back around, facing Bucky, who just gives him an innocent smile. “What do you mean Steve?”. Bucky knows that Steve can’t say anything about that, due to the fact that she can hear everything they are saying.

Steve glares at him, grinding his teeth. “That you would be late”, he lies.

“Yeah”.

Steve wants to scream, but he can’t “why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his veins showing.

“I texted you, Punk”, Bucky says as he walks over to get a punching bag.

Steve frowns; Bucky didn’t text him. He pulls out his phone.

Love❤️‍🔥- I’ll be a bit late

Send one minute ago

Steve cringes as he sees the name Tony and Sam saved Bucky on his phone. He would rather want Punk with that heart. Platonic style. He doesn’t know how to change it, though.

“Didn’t you see my message?” Bucky gives him a fake questioning expression. A teasing one.

“I must have missed it”, Steve says in a monotone voice “I mean it says you send it a minute ago. Bucky”.

“Oh, you know. The signal is quite bad here”

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Yeah, Bucky. You would’ve thought that Tony would’ve already handled it”.

Bucky snickers “Yeah”.

“Yeah”.

Bucky walks with the bag over his shoulder towards a hook to hang the bag on. He turns to look at Steve, a grin on his face when his eyes move to look behind Steve.

“Hey, how about you help her, Steve~”, Bucky says loudly.

Steve follows his eyes and sees how the recruit is struggling with moving some weights out of her way, so she can put the bench there to do some bench presses.

She looks at them and gives them a shy smile. “That would be kinda nice”.

Steve looks back at Bucky, panic in his eyes. Bucky gives him a big smile that says ‘yes’.

It’s time, it’s time to shine, Steve. He can do that, he can easily lift that.

‘Ok, Steve. Pull your ass cheeks together and help her’ he thinks to himself as he walks towards her. He stops in front of her, getting lost in her eyes for a second. This time he snaps back quickly though and moves the weights away.

“Thank you, Captain Rogers”, she says, his back still towards her.

“Mhm” he can’t bring out a single word. Instead of turning back to her, he sorts the weights, so she doesn’t see him blushing. “You-You’re welcome”.

He hears her getting on the bench and takes that as his cue to leave.

“Hey, Steve!”

Please, don’t Bucky.

“You should help her. Stay behind her to make sure that her arms don’t give in”

Steve doesn’t turn around this time. He can hear how she doesn’t lift any weight, meaning she is looking at them.

“Yeah, I uhm would, but- mission reports. I need to finish the mission report”, Steve lies “important stuff you know. Not like helping her isn’t important, but yeah. Avenger stuff is important….”.

It’s that second that Bucky realizes that Steve is the worst person in admitting his crush he ever met. The best friend he is, he needs to help him. “Oh, I already did them for you”.

Great, now Steve’s lie is a lie. Thank you, Bucky.

“No, I don’t think you did”, he tries to save himself “They were on my desk this morning, unfinished”

Good job, Steve.

“I did them this morning. We were on the same mission, Steve. Only one of us needs to do them” Bucky says, punching the bag “I send you a message”.

“No, you didn’t-“ he looks at his phone to see a message from Bucky.

Love❤️‍🔥-already did the mission report.

Send a minute ago.

Bucky knows Steve like the back of his hand. He knew what excuses he would use to try to flee the scene. A laugh almost leaves his mouth as he sees the face Steve is making. God, he missed teasing him.

“I thought you were asleep”.

“No, I wanted to finish it. You’ve been quite stressed the past week, and I wanted to lift some weight of your shoulders”.

“Thanks, James”.

The tension between them is noticeable. So noticeable that the recruit is more uncomfortable than when she was alone with Steve.

She gets their attention when she walks past them to grab her water bottle. “Have fun training”

“You already leaving?” Steve asks disappointed, sad that she’s leaving.

“Yeah, I’ve already been training before you both came. Also, I need to find Sam. He promised to show me the rest of the compound. I only saw half of the facility so far and don’t want to get lost at some point”, she says. So far she didn’t get lost because the most important areas were already introduced to her, but it’s better to know the whole compound. “Bye” she waves them before opening the door and walking through it.

No one says anything until the door closes. Bucky is the first to break the silence, “wow”.

“I know you did that on purpose!”

“I was trying to make you talk to her” he grabs his shoulder “I just want to help you. She’s a beautiful woman-“

“Hey!”

“See” Bucky says, “you’re jealous when I just say that she’s pretty. You have a crush on that girl, Steve”.

Steve sighs in defeat. “Ok, maybe”.

“I KNEW IT” Bucky screams, jumping like a little kid on Christmas morning “FUCK YES, STEVE”

“Language”

He stops jumping and looks at him. “You will get that girl. I promise” Bucky looks like he’s about to cry “oh my god, you’re all grown up”.

Steve lets out a slight laugh. It’s almost ridiculous how happy Bucky is that there’s a girl that he kinda likes. It reminds him of how they talked about their futures when they were little. They talked about carriers and family, and how they will be called uncle Steve and uncle Bucky by their best friends kids.

“Are you crying?” he asks, seeing Bucky wipe his eye.

“Pfff, no”.

Oh, he’s definitely crying.

“Calm down, Bucky. Just because I like her doesn’t mean that she likes me”.

“Yeah, because you’re just an Avenger, the symbol of America, a super soldier, owner of America’s ass-“

“Ok, I get it”. Steve isn’t dumb, he knows that people know him, that he’s quite famous; god he sounds like Tony. All this doesn’t make him the most liked person in the world, though, and not everyone fall for him. Not just because he has blond hair and some women like dark hair, or he is to old schooled and doesn’t know every new show on Netflix, or women are not into him because they hate male genitals and prefer women’s….parts. The shield only shows what he shows the world and not the people he cares about. He doesn’t show his emotional side with all his flaws.

“You like her, right” Bucky asks, knowing the answer.

“Yes, of course, but-“

“Then you will go to her and tell her that”. Bucky claps his hands. “You will tell her how much you like her. You will take her dancing and to the movies. Understand?”

“Yes, Sargent” Steve smiles.

“I know she’s the one. You will propose to her at sunset and give me some nephews and nieces”. Steve laughs at Bucky’s hyper fixation about his crush. Both of them are acting like two teenage girls.

“A uncle to Steve Jr’s and….uhm…what’s her name again”

“……”

“………..”

“……………”

“………you don’t know her name?”

“no, not really”. Well, that’s awkward.

“Oh my god, Steve”, Bucky is regretting his decision to help his friend “how about we start with you introducing yourself?”

“Bucky, please don’t do anything stupid”, Steve pleads. He doesn’t want Bucky to give him to much pressure. The thought of Bucky trapping them in a closet scares him, or him basically throwing him against her.

Bucky just looks at him confused. “You will do something stupid. I’m here to prevent that from happening”.

“Promise?”

“Promise” Bucky says showing Steve his hands “I swear on Sam’s life”.

Steve smile slowly falls and Bucky corrects himself “ok, I swear on uhm, your life”.

“I guess that’s ok”

Since then Bucky’s been on the mission ‘get a sister-in-law’, with no luck though. He thought being a wingman would be easier, but it’s not. Definitely not. Or he has just a bad person that he needs to help.

So far Steve had like four times eye contact, spoke two sentences in two conversations. The one sentence only being two words.

The best try so far was when Steve was in the kitchen, reading the newspaper, when she came and asked him if he could move a bit so she can get to the fridge, and Steve said ‘yes’. He said something, made eye contact, didn’t walk away and didn’t stutter. He didn’t even sweat! Steve did this on his own without him and for that he needs an applause.

And the worst try was when he was ‘forced’ to train with her.

“You can do this Steve”, Bucky whispers to Steve before giving him a pat on the shoulder and pushing him towards the mat.

Steve still hasn’t introduced himself yet, so Bucky thought it would be a good opportunity to see the skills of the new recruits and to train with them. Surprisingly, Steve is now sparring against his crush, the woman they still don’t know the name of.

Steve walks on the mat, giving a quick look over his shoulder to see Bucky giving him a thumbs up.

He takes a deep breath before saying, “Ok, come at me”.

To say he’s impressed is an understatement. He’s fascinated by her skills, by the way she moves with such grace. Instead of directly coming at him and trying to punch him, she moves around him. She does that the whole time, dodging every single move of him while he tries to land a hit on her, well, more like pinch her. He wouldn’t hurt her. Ever.

At some point Steve finally manages to get a hold of her, but she is quicker and kicks his one leg away and then uses his arms to lift her up and wrap her legs around his neck, bringing him down. Steve is now on the mat with her legs around his neck, her directly hovering over his face. Steve doesn’t know why, but he’s not complaining about this position.

He gets himself back together and uses his legs to his lower back of the mat and makes a roll, so now she’s on the mat, with him in between her legs.

Steve can be lucky that most of the recruits are already doing their own thing because this is not a professional normal work position. Sam, who just walked in, stopped next to Bucky when he sees the scene. He looks at Bucky and sees how he’s directly looking at where Steve’s face is.

“Stop doing your creepy eye thing”, Sam tells him, but Bucky simply ignores him. Sam is about to say something when he hears a loud slam, and sees her on top of Steve, straddling his hips “oh”.

This scene doesn’t last long though because Steve flips them around, now straddling her hips and pinning her arms above her head. She tries to move around under him, successfully. Her back towards and is about to use her knees to make him fall off. Steve thinks quicker though and flips them again. Her back against his chest and his back against the floor. He wraps his legs around each of her legs, making her unable to move them, while he wraps his arms around her neck, taking her in a headlock. She tries to wiggle away, but can’t.

She taps his arm, signaling him that he won. Steve lets her go, softly lifting her arm to help her up, and then getting up after her.

“Everything ok?” he asks, wanting to make sure that he didn’t hurt her in some kind. That would definitely make admitting his feelings harder.

“Yes”, she smiles at him, panting slightly, “thank you, Captain Rogers, for training with me”. The smile she gives him is a true, generous smile. Steve doesn’t see how Sam and Bucky are exchanging scared looks.

“Y-You don’t need to tank me”, Steve says. Now it’s the time to introduce himself; he can do it. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “And you can call me S-“

He gets pulled away by Bucky, forcefully getting pushed against his chest. Steve looks Bucky confused into his eyes as Bucky pulls him with him behind the corner, out of sight of her, with Sam walking next to them. All the way to behind the corner Bucky keeps Steve against him, while Sam blogs other from seeing Steve’s side.

“What are you doing? I was just about to introduce myself”

Sam looks at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, something else was also about to introduce himself” and points to Steve’s crotch.

Steve looks down and sees what Sam is talking about.

For the first time, the golden boy is having a boner. A huge one. The serum really did make everything bigger.

“Oh, no no no no” Steve goes.

“Hey, it’s ok” Bucky tries calming him down “it’s uhm normal”

“Yeah, you know how many boners I had in my life”, Sam continues.

“See, even Sam thinks so. Did you ever notice how often I had when we were out with some girls, or just when I was thinking about one”, Bucky continues, Sam nodding his head the whole time. Both giving Steve a smirk. “You have them everywhere. In the shower, during work, in bed, I even had them when we had a sleepover”.

“Oh my god” Steve hates talking about that. He doesn’t know what’s worst, talking about women things or about men and their boners. “I had it in front of her, in front of everyone” he cries out.

Sam pats his shoulder. “No one saw it”

“You did!”.

“Because we watched both of you”, Sam assures him. “The others did their own thing, and she looked in your eyes, man. Not what’s below Captain America’s waist”

“Maybe she felt it though”, Bucky says.

“Bucky!”

“Your not helping, man”, Sam shrugs and looks down “ok, maybe she did because you know, it’s not small”

“See, Wilson! You agree”

Steve had never been this embarrassed in his entire life. He covers his erection with his hands, but it only makes it more obvious. He’s trying to cover his boner while his two best friends are talking about his penis size and how often they get a boner. He wants to dig himself a grave.

“Guys!” Steve whisper screams, getting their attention back. “I need to get rid of it”.

“Of your giant boner?”

“Yeas, Sam. What else is there to get rid of?” Steve says. Bucky slaps Sam on the back of his head, with no context at all. “What was that for, Bucky?”

He shrugs “I know you would like to do that, but are too nice to actually do it”. Steve just wanted to have a nice day where he maybe finally managed to speak to the woman of his dreams, but no, everything had to go like shit. “What do I do?”.

Sam and Bucky look at each other before letting out an obvious loud breath of air. They turn to Steve. “Well, you could try to calm down” Sam says, and Bucky continues “or you could, you know, help yourself out”.

“No!” Steve doesn’t even want to imagine helping himself out. The simple thought disgusts him and he feels an incredible feeling of shame.

Steve shakes his head at them. “Tell me something, that helps uhm, the problem”.

“Remember when your mom caught us looking through her drawers and spanked you”.

“….”

“….”

“….”

“Are you getting harder?” Sam asks, looking at his now slightly bigger boner.

“N-no” Steve pushes with all might on his boner to get it down “s-say something else”. He begs his friends for help.

Bucky looks hopeless “I don’t know what to say to get her off of your mind”. Steve wants to say something when Sam holds up his hands.

“Hold up, her off of your mind” he says looking at Steve, “so it wasn’t just because you got a bit close to her”. The smirk on his face is huge, a teasing one.

Steve groans out of frustration and pain.

“You know, I could see you together”, Sam goes, giving him a thump up.

“I know, but he’s too afraid to ask her. He couldn’t even introduce himself”.

“You didn’t introduce yourself to y/n?”

Steve looks at him and repeats her name softly. Y/n. Your name sound like an angel, a page out of the Bible that you worship and say as a pray. He would do that. Say your name like it’s a holy prayer. He wants to say your name again again and again. Whispering your name in your ear as you slowly share a kiss.

“Shit” Bucky says. He thought that Steve’s boner couldn’t get any bigger, but he was wrong. So wrong. It’s now almost twice as big as before. “Sam, why did you say that?!”

“I didn’t know this was going to happen! I just said her name. I didn’t think he would get hard because of a name”.

“Well, he did!”

They hear people coming into the training room. A lot by the sound of their talking. At least fifteen entered the room. Now you add them three, plus y/n and plus the seven recruits that were already in here. That makes twenty-six people. Two, Sam and Bucky, already saw Steve’s boner.

“Guys!” Steve screams “what do I do?!”, hiding more in the corner.

“Obviously getting her out of your head doesn’t work”.

“How about you stay in front of me while I walk out”.

Both shake their head “they would see you though and stare at you. Also, there are too many. You wouldn’t make it out unnoticed”.

“What if I wait until they leave”.

“Steve, they will eventually walk to this corner when they get more weights, and then see you”

Steve looks hopeless. “Bring me some pants that- I don’t know, doesn’t show my you know”.

“Steve…nothing can hide that boner”, Sam says “there is only one option”.

“What?”

“you could…help yourself out, Steve”

“No”

“Steve, please”

“No”

“Pal, listen-“

“No, Bucky. I can’t do that. I can’t just touch my…member…and..bring myself pleasure”, Steve hates talking about it. “How am I even suppose to do it?!”

“You take your dick in your hand and hold it tight, then you start to move your hand up and down. Personally, I would advise you to do it fast but-“

“I meant where!” he covers his ears trying to forget what Bucky just said. Though he learned something new. “I can’t just do it here, it would..spill”

Sam looks around until he sees something that could help “take this to collect your sperms”. He shows Steve an empty probably by someone forgotten water bottle.

“But-“ Steve knows that this is the only way and that he should accept it, but he doesn’t want to “fine”.

“I wait around the corner so no one walks over here, while Bucky makes sure you don’t get a heart attack” Sam says, winking before walking around the corner. Bucky gives Steve a slight smile before turning around. He doesn’t need to see his best friend Masturbate.

Surprisingly, Steve isn’t that loud. Sam only heard him once or twice a bit louder. One time he was screaming Bucky’s name because he turned around for a second.

Sam walks over to them when Bucky gives him a thump up. Steve is sitting on the floor, panting heavenly. Next to him, a completely full to the top water bottle. Or more like cum bottle.

“Congratulations on your first orgasm, Steve”

They are on their way out now, happy that Steve doesn’t have a big gun in his pants anymore.

“Hey, Sam”

Fuck

“Hey, Y/n” Sam smiles, while Steve panics. He’s drenched in sweat and is holding a bottle of his own cum.

You smile at Bucky and Steve too. You look at Steve and see how he looks like he’s in pain and completely drenched. “Are you ok, Captain Rogers?”.

Bucky and Sam quickly cover him up. “Oh yeah, he’s fine, he just-“

“Is hungry!”

“Uhm yeah and you know how you can get sick when you didn’t eat”

“Yeah ya get really sick”

You stare at them for a second, trying to process what they said. “Oh, maybe you should drink your shake then, Captain Rogers”, and point to his ‘shake’, and give him a smile.

“I-“

Bucky stops Steve. “Yeah no, he will just get something from the kitchen, you know?”.

“Bucky’s right, uhm I don’t think that would be such a smart idea to drink the shake. Hah ha” Steve says awkwardly.

Your smile falls. “Oh, yeah sure. I just thought that would help. We don’t want you passing out”.

Was his answer mean, is what Steve thinks. He doesn’t want you to think he just didn’t drink the ‘shake’ because you said that. Steves heart pains as he sees your reaction; you looked so sad. It obviously isn’t that big of a deal. Surely you forget about it later, but what if you don’t? You don’t forget that he didn’t want to drink the ‘shake’. What if you think you’re dumb for asking that? He thinks for a second, a long second, a second that will change everything.

“You’re right”, and opens the cap.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Betrayed | Part 2

PAIRING | Male Avengers x Ex-Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.7K

SUMMARY | It has been a few weeks since you found out about the bet the guys placed on Steve taking your virginity. You haven't been back to the Compound since, but now that you're back you will not hesitate to make life absolute hell for each and every one of the guys who were involved.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Major angst, swearing, Reader getting revenge, and telekinesis are used for some interesting forms of revenge, someone gets choked a little bit, someone loses something near and dear to their heart, someone breaks a few fingers, and someone is put through literal hell again.

A/N | This is the follow-up to my request called Betrayed, which received a lot of love! If you haven't checked that one out already, I'd highly recommend you do it! If you would like to request something, please don't hesitate, I love writing requests for you all! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist

You haven't been back at the Compound for a few weeks, especially after what happened when you found out about the bet the guys placed. They may have killed your dream career of being an Avenger now, but that doesn't mean you won't be out of their lives, and they will not forget it, you will make sure of that. You still needed to pick up your stuff from your bedroom, so you decided today would be the perfect day to get some of your stuff, and maybe play with the boys a little bit. They played with you first, after all. And you didn't have to wait long to have your first interaction. Right as you walked in, you saw none other than the golden boy himself, Steven Grant Rogers.

You decided to have a little fun with him now that you have your telekinesis better under control than last time. Without saying anything you stopped him from walking and pulling him towards you, making sure he couldn't go anywhere and he had to face you. ''What the-'' is all he said as he felt like ropes were being put around him, but he didn't see anything, yet he was still moved, and as soon as he turned around, his eyes turned wide with pure, unadulterated shock. You were back, and hungry for revenge after the stunt they pulled on you. ''What, don't have anything smart to say this time, Rogers?'' you snickered at him, having way too much fun with the way he's squirming in your grip.

''Y/N, please, let me go,'' he said with a stern voice, which only made you laugh. ''You seriously think I'm going to listen to you now? After you ruined my fucking life?! You should start doing stand-up comedy Rogers, you're too funny,'' you said, letting out a fake laugh. ''You don't even know how much you ruined my life, do you?'' you asked, tilting your head as you looked at him with a smirk. ''I- I'm sorry,'' is all he said, before dropping his eyes and trying to get out of the hold you have on him. ''Sorry isn't enough, hell, nothing will ever be enough to make up for the fact that you accepted a fucking bet to take my virginity. You honestly made me feel special - which in all fairness, is also on me, I should've known better than that - and took one of the most precious things in my life away from me, just like that. I didn't think you of all people would be capable of hurting someone like that. Guess I was wrong,'' you sighed.

When you held your little monologue you slowly stepped closer to him, and when you were right in his face you practically spat the words out, before actually spitting in his face. God, you hated him to his core for the games he played with you, and this wasn't even the beginning of what you could do to him. You started squeezing a little tighter while squeezing around his throat like a boa constrictor too. You were enjoying this way more than you should, but it felt good to finally be able to hurt him like he did to you, even if it was just a fraction of the hurt you felt. When you saw Steve's eyes roll back in his head showing he was about to pass out, you quickly released him and he was gasping for air while clawing at the floor, trying to hold on to anything the could get a hold on.

You didn't care and stepped right over him, letting him figure his shit out alone. You were on your way to your next victim, a certain archer under the name of Clint Barton, or Hawkeye, as the public knows him. You don't have to look very long, as he is in his training room shooting arrows. He just released an arrow and without a problem, you stopped that same arrow mid-air, making him snap his head around to where you're standing. ''Surprised to see me, Barton? It was only a matter of time before I would show up, now wasn't it? Especially since you were part of making my life a living hell,'' you said, your voice deepening at the last part of the sentence. His mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish, he didn't know what to say. You slammed him into the wall behind him with your hands in your pockets, and he fell to the floor like a ragdoll.

''Not so powerful without your little bow and arrows are you? I can't believe how much of a pathetic piece of shit you are,'' you spat at him while you broke his bow and all of his arrows with a flick of your hand. Not only did you get your telekinesis under control, you learned different ways of using your powers too. ''N-No! Not my bow!'' he said, he was attached to it since he used the same one ever since he learned archery. You snap it a few times for good measure, to ensure he would never be able to use it again. ''Stay out of my way from now on, and Laura and the kids will be safe,'' you said as a warning before physically stepping on his bow one last time, reveling in the crunch it made under your boot. ''God, I could listen to that sound forever,'' you said with a smirk as you turned around, leaving Clint laying on the floor with tears streaming down his face.

Finding Tony wasn't all that hard, since he was working in his lab most of the time, and today wasn't an exception to that rule. You didn't even try to hide the fact that you were looking for him, and Tony acted like he didn't care you were there, but he would care very soon. All you did was put up a little display of a fantasy of yours, where Pepper and Morgan were tied up, unable to move and they were gagged, so they wouldn't be able to scream for help. ''What the fuck did you do to my family, Y/L/N?'' he asked as his eyes quickly went up to the screen. ''Who, me? Don't you think it's rude to ask that seeing how you were a part of the bet that hurt me? That ruined my fucking life?!'' your words were laced with nothing but pure venom.

''Seriously, you're acting like a crazy bitch because we had a bet? I always knew you were unstable,'' Tony scoffed, but you could see the hurt in his eyes. He was wondering if what he saw was real or not. ''I may be unstable, but at least I don't spend every single hour stashed away in here tinkering with god knows what when you have a beautiful wife and daughter at home,'' you said laughing. ''I wonder how they're doing, I think I'm going to pay them a little visit to make sure they still remember me,'' you said as you stepped closer, your eyes honing in on the device in his chest. ''But I think I may have a better way of hurting them,'' is all you said before you turned the device in Tony's chest off with a single flick of your finger.

Since this was still keeping the shrapnel away from his heart when it was on, you could see him squirm as he was working to get it turned back on, to no avail. ''Y/N, please don't do this,'' he begged, but you wanted to see him suffer a little more. The best way you knew how to do that, was to tinker with his iron man suit a little bit, and you crossed a few wires here and there, took out some of the hardware, and smacked the suit against the walls a few times for good measure. Right at that moment Tony was practically begging on his knees for you to stop, and you finally caved. You didn't plan on killing the man, so you turned the device back on so he would continue to live.

''Don't think for a single fucking second I won't keep it off the next time, Stark. Honestly, I never thought I would enjoy seeing you on your knees begging me so much, I think I might have you beg just a little longer,'' you said as you continued to ruin things around his lab, things that were near and dear to his heart. ''Please, please stop, I will do anything if you just stop,'' he said with tears streaming down his face, making you laugh maniacally. ''Pathetic asshole,'' is the last thing you said before stomping on his hand, effectively breaking all his fingers so he wouldn't be able to do anything for a long time. It felt good to hurt him like that, you were starting to feel a lot better now.

''Only one left now is Barnes, you don't happen to know where he is, do you?'' you asked with a sweet voice as if you didn't just break his fingers. ''Gym,'' is all he managed to get out before you turned around. You walked into a straight line to the gym to meet Bucky, and you swing open the door, startling the super soldier as he meets your gaze in the mirror in front of him. ''You're back,'' he whispers as he sees you, and you just laugh at him. ''Yeah, I am. And you're going to regret ever getting out of the claws of HYDRA,'' you say before using your mind control on him. You let him relive every single bad memory he ever made.

He sinks to his knees and he puts his hands over his ears, trying to drown out the noise in his head as you let him relive his worst nightmares, only 10 times worse. He starts squirming on the floor as you keep going, and you make a high-pitched noise go through his head too. ''S-STOP!'' is all he can mutter over and over, but you don't want to. When you eventually do stop, you see that there is nothing left of the man he was before you came in, and you're feeling good about it. ''That's what you get for being best friends with the man who ruined my fucking life, you dick,'' you said before turning around and grabbing your stuff from your bedroom. You were glad you finally got your revenge, and it felt damn good to finally have inner peace.

[numberonestuckyshipper]

I love the Howling Commandos so much, they’re so underrated if you ask me, especially the awesome dynamic they 100% had. I imagine all of them in very specific ways, some things are based off of fics I’ve read, some of it is just me.

Steve Rogers: Steve is the youngest of them all, he’s also the least experienced one and he hasn’t been part of the group nearly as long as the others considering he came into the picture after Kreischberg. He’s really fun to talk to and he’s as much of a little shit as the others are, being the leader of their group he’s in charge of tacking care of talking to superiors and shit, and he often ignores direct orders to do what he thinks is a better option, he also lets his team get away with things regular soldiers wouldn’t be allowed to do and they love him for it. He often gets yelled at by Bucky after doing stupid shit, the other Howlies often jokingly refer to him as “Dad” when it’s just them.

Bucky Barnes: Bucky has the others’ immense respect from the start, because he’s protective and caring as much as he hates to admit it. He is the only one who has negative amount of problems yelling at Steve after he did some stupid shit, he was the most scarred by Kreischberg but never lets it show. He loves music and always has a song stuck in his head and has fun pissing the others off by butchering the songs when it’s safe to be loud. He trusts Steve more than he probably should and goes with his plans, though he often forces him to modify them and cut down the crap. His protectiveness and strictness when Steve’s being a dumbass gets the others to nickname him “Mom” when they’re in private. He ‘hates’ it.

Dum Dum Dugan: Dum Dum was Bucky’s closest friend after Steve, he has a stupid sense of humor and says way too many dad jokes than is good for his teammates’ mental health. He’s always the first to jump at the opportunity to get his hands on some alcohol (no one complains about that) and he and Jim are the primary clowns of the group. He loves to tease the others, especially “Mom” and “Dad”.

Jim Morita: Jim is the one in charge of their immediate medical problems and small tech involved stuff, like Dugan, he has a shit sense of humor and they often get into battles of who can out dad-joke the other.

Gabe Jones: like Dum Dum, Gabe has known Bucky since before Azzano, and is the one in charge of languages, he speaks French and German more fluently than the others do and in the beginning he was usually in charge of dealing with Jacques’ bullshit.

Monty Falsworth: Monty is the only official member of the Howlies who isn’t broke (he is often teased about it). He could be considered the most sane of the Howlies (though not by far) he is the most experienced of the group to talk about strategy and often helps Steve and helps Bucky knock some reason into the little shit. They like to tease him for living up to every British stereotype and is often asked to ‘translate’ what Peggy says. He has a sister named Jaqueline who is a spy for the SOE.

Jacques Dernier: Jacques was a member of the French resistance, he’s from Marseille and is fully fluent in English but refuses to speak it. He understands everything the others tell him but speaks to them in French and lets them deal with it, after over a year of dealing with him all of the Howlies are more or less fluent in French. They call him a fucking pyromaniac because of his love of explosives and his talent with them. He also has a shit sense of humor that rivals with Dum Dum and Jim and is probably the most batshit crazy member of the team (though the others are pretty close behind him).

Howard Stark is considered an honorary member of the Howlies idc about any contradiction: rule n°1 when it comes to Howard Stark; don’t leave him alone with Jacques Dernier. They will set something on fire or worse. He and Monty are often laughed at for having money and they tease back by talking about rich people problems in front of the others. He is called a lot of names by the Howlies such as things like “Gadget”, “Engineer”, “Civilian”, “Civy” and things among those lines making fun of him not technically being a part of the military. He is involved in a lot of the Howlies’ inside jokes including the “Mom” and “Dad” thing.

[buckets-and-trees]

Congrats again on 300 my love ❤️❤️ so you may already know which AU I’m going to be requesting, because it’s my favourite story of yours (so far) and that is Fire Burning from a Cedar Tree!! This story made my heart ache and if you have the inspiration for it I’d love love love to see more!! I don’t want to restrict your imagination by being too specific, but literally anything with those two and I would die of happiness 💙💙

Em, I squealed when you dropped this into my box for the request fest! Partly because I adore you. Partly because you know I also really adore Fire Burning from a Cedar Tree. And partly I squealed out of terror because...I was worried I wouldn't be able to do any kind of follow up to this fic justice. But I took a deep breath and let that go and decided to just let whatever happen happen. I was also a little worried because when I wrote Cedar Tree, it felt very finished, so I didn't have any leftover thoughts to pick up and play around with, so I literally took that first week to just think about them and their story. And then... a lot of scenes started to emerge - stuff before and after Cedar Tree, stuff that was just them, stuff with the people around them.

This is where I landed for now. It's not the same as Cedar Tree - first thing being that it's told from Steve's perspective instead of the reader's - but I'm thinking it will make sense in their overall narrative.

This it the end of their honeymoon, a few weeks before Cedar Tree.

Fandom: MCU Title: The Thrill of Knowing How Alone We Are Characters/Pairings: King!Steve Rogers x female!Queen!Reader, brief Sam and Bucky Word Count: 1.2k Summary: The final night and morning of King Steven's royal honeymoon.

Content Warnings: brief sexual relations (p in v)

Additional Notes: The third offering to celebrate 300 followers with the request fest! While this depicts events before Fire Burning from a Cedar Tree, it does not stand alone and should be read AFTER reading the original piece. Song title inspiration from Better Love by Hozier, which is one of the songs on my original Cedar Tree writing playlist. A/N 2: This still is pretty arbitrary, but although I knew the original was a historical royal AU setting, I basically closed my eyes and pointed when I ended up saying it was medieval. I debated between medieval or Georgian/regency vibe, but NOW it's decidedly Georgian, which will be more relevant if/as I share more of their story in the future.

It’s as he’s on his back, staring at the ceiling, that Steve realizes he’s already deciphered the difference between how it sounds when you’re asleep, when you’re awake, and when you’re somewhere in between. He didn’t expect that.

He expected a lot of things after taking you as his queen, but there were so many small things that make sense, but he simply hadn’t thought of, like this – knowing so quickly the sounds of your breathing.

Ten days and in some ways he knew so much more about you than he knew about anyone else but himself – more than he’d known about his parents, than Bucky whom he’d grown up with and trusted else as his closest friend and advisor, more than his general Sam who he trusted with the security of his kingdom and his own life.

The betrothal, the brief period of engagement, the wedding, and the wedding feast had all been very public and formal. The moment the two of you had entered the royal carriage to make the journey to his small palace in the lake country for the honeymoon, everything was suddenly private and intimate. It was the first time Steve had truly been alone with you, and the first moments alone would have been awkward – he certainly hadn’t thought about that moment until suddenly the two of you were there alone – but you had clearly thought of the circumstance in advance and had been prepared to make easy conversation. While the first few minutes had been an effort to make conversation, they swiftly did progress to easy conversation. The topics had been largely trivial and unimportant, but the words were not stilted.

After a late and quick supper upon arrival, the two of you had retired to the royal bedchamber. Steve had expected a dutiful consummation, and duty may have called for the deed, but the execution had unexpectedly run deeper, warmer, with the undertones of the fledgling familiarity built over the few hours alone earlier. Each day the familiarity grew, and though there could have perhaps been moments that could have allowed each of you two part naturally, you both drew each other into extending conversations, going on walks or rides or visiting a new area of the palace together, continuing formally in the first few days until it became merely natural and the two of you forgot altogether the idea of spending much of the time apart.

Now he understood the nostalgia with which many referred to the honeymoon. It was a pity it was coming to an end. Two weeks ago, you were little more than strangers to be wed and fulfill your royal duties. Here on this final night, he could not think of it ending. Tomorrow he would go back to being the king again.

He sighed and turned his head to look at you. He wanted to reach for you, pull you closer, touch you, but the touching wouldn’t be enough, and he’d said sensibly that the two of you should retire early specifically so he could sleep and be well rested for his early departure. He hadn’t thought you warming his bed would be torture. He thought that it would be soothing and help him sleep. But this was worse, and the longer he listened, the less it seemed sleep would ever come to him. But he would not leave or send you away, it was the last night he would have this kind of closeness afforded to him with ease. He also didn’t want to disturb you if you were perhaps close to dropping off to sleep. Nearness was enough, even if it meant no sleep.

Suddenly you shifted, rolling to lie on your back, and you let out a long sigh of your own.

“Sleep alluding you, my queen?”

“As it seems to be alluding you, my king. I know the time is only slipping away until you’re required to wake and depart. Is my restless state keeping you awake?”

Steve laughed. “Perhaps, but not in the way you think.”

He rolled up on his elbow and places a hand on your hip, drawing circles there with his fingers.

“Perhaps I can beckon sleep for both of us in…other ways.”

His hand moved up to cup your breast. He gave a squeeze and brushed his thumb over your nipple, the thin fabric of your night shift barely there. You whimpered his name, arching slightly into his palm.

“Yes?” he pressed.

“Yes,” you pleaded.

While he reached down to pull up the hem of your nightdress, your hands went quickly to free his growing desire for you. Quickly he shifted his body over yours, nestling between your eagerly parting legs. He smiled as he guided his cock to your heated folds, happy to find you were already wet. He looked up to your face, and you bit your lip before reaching your hands up to his jaw and drawing him down to meet your lips. Steve devoured you with his kiss as he plunged into you, and you gave yourself up to him completely until you were both exhausted and sleep finally overtook you.

When one of his esquires woke him in the pre-dawn glow, he suppressed a groan of agitation. It is not the kind of king he has ever wanted to portray to his subjects. He will always be a dignified king. He was diligent in making sure you were tucked in with propriety before falling asleep himself, but he looks over to make sure your modesty is preserved this morning now with someone else in the room. He wants to kiss you goodbye, and while part of him wants nothing more than to wake you, see your eyes look up at him before he leaves, he refrains from doing anything more than brushing the hair off and away from your face with only the lightest caress. It would be silly to wake you for any more sentimentality. The honeymoon is truly over, and he only feels this consuming tie because of the unique circumstances of here and now. When you are both back in the capitol, it will be more normal and less sentimental. He will be himself again.

Downstairs in the hall there were simple foods ready for him to break his fast, and Lord Barnes and General Wilson were both waiting and ready to receive their king. Barnes would accompany him to Stark’s kingdom, but Wilson was there to escort the queen back to the castle.

“Guard her with your life,” Steve commanded.

Wilson gave a slight bow. “Yes, my king.”

Steve turns to look at Barnes only to find a smirk on the man’s face. “What is so amusing at this hour?”

“You gave that order as if he hasn’t been in your service for years.”

“She is the queen,” Steve reminded them.

“I will afford her the same safety and security that I have for your majesty since given the responsibility of this position.”

Steve shook his head, “You should afford her more than you do me.”

Without hesitation, he responded, “It will be done.”

Steve strode out of the foyer and Barnes fell in just one step behind him. “We need not rush away from the palace so soon. The official royal business of Stark’s expo does not require you so immediately.”

“This was the plan,” Steve retorted, “why would we alter course?”

“The sooner we leave, the sooner we can return to your queen,” he agreed.

“The sooner we can return to my kingdom, Lord Barnes.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

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He's my son, not yours! Part 1

Part 2

This is based on a Transformers Rescue Bots crossover with Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes created by the brilliant @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal, check them out for more! This particular story is based on a discussion we've been having recently, hope you enjoy!

After meeting the Rescue Bots, Charlie never thought his and his kids' lives couldn't get more...exciting. They already had their hands full of between rogue or malfunctioning technology, a colorful collection of criminals, and of course, civilians who needed rescuing.

But then the Avengers, Earth's mightiest heroes, showed up at Griffin Rock.

They had temporary stationed themselves in a small base and their boss, Nick Fury, who had actually aided Optimus in introducing the bots to Charlie in the first place, didn't give Chief much information on why they were, just that hopefully it wouldn't negatively impact the island.

So far, things to be fine, they were aware of the bots, so that was nice, and they seemed to get along with the Burns and the Greenes.

One of them in particular, Captain America, especially left an impression on Cody. The boy always seemed to want to be around him, always had stars in his eyes at the sight of the war hero, and the captain always seemed more than ready to give the boy the attention he wanted. It was amazing how well the bonded in the short amount of time they've known each other.

It wasn't long until most people started calling him the Captain's kid. Steve nor Cody seemed to be mind though. In fact, it's been rumored that Captain America actually loves it when hearing Cody being called his kid.

If Charlie didn't know any better, he would've thought the captain was trying to be a second father to Cody.

"Hey, Cap!" Tony, AKA Iron Man, exclaimed. "Your sidekick's here!"

"My what?" Captain American, also known as Steve Rogers, asked in confusion.

"Captain America!" Cody's voice echoed through the base. Steve smiled as he saw the young boy run towards.

"Cody!" The captain greeted. "It's great to see you again. What brings you back here?"

"Cody wanted to see you again." His father, Chief Burns responded. "And Fury wanted to speak with the bots and the rest of the team about something. Is it okay if Cody stays with you until it's over?"

Steve nodded with a smile. "Of course, Chief Burns. I don't mind at all."

The police chief smiled back. "Thank you, Captain. Shouldn't take too long." Then he faced his son. "Be on your best behavior, Cody."

"I promise, Dad!" Cody, promised. Then Chief walked off to wherever the meeting was being held.

"Hey, kid." Tony called out. "Wanna join in a little experiment I'm working on? I can guarantee it'll be more exciting than whatever Cap can do." Steve rolled his eyes, recognizing the teasing tone in Stark's voice. Tony already knew what Cody's answer would be.

"Thanks, Mr. Stark, but I'll stay with Captain Rogers." Cody replied. "We're going to-"

"No need to hear the detail's, kid." Tony interrupted. Steven frowned at the interruption, but Cody didn't seem to mind. "Just go have fun and don't give the old man a hard time."

"Let's go, Cody." Steve declared, then he led Cody away before Stark could say anything else.

"Are we still going to work on your motorcycle?" Cody asked eagerly.

Steve smiled and nodded. "Indeed, son. Your dad ever have you help him with car maintenance?"

"A little bit, at first." Cody admitted. "When we had time, he let me help with his old police car. But then the bots joined us, so we don't do that kind of thing anymore. But we do help wash the bots when they're in vehicle mode."

Steve nodded. Admittedly, he was still caught off guard about the idea of sentient vehicles from another planet, but after meeting the bots and hearing about the from Cody and the rest of his family, he could see they were good bots who did their duties as rescue workers well.

"Well, consider this as a way to brush up on those skills." Cap declared. "Then the next time you show your father, he'll know you haven't forgotten what he taught you, and maybe even learned something new."

Cody smiled at the idea. "Yes, sir!"

Fortunately, for the Burns family, the meeting didn't take too long, it was mostly about if they saw anything unusual, at least more unusual than they normally would see, and what they needed to do if they did.

The moment it ended; the older kids wanted to stick around the base a little longer, hoping to hang out with the Avengers for a bit. Unfortunately, they needed to get home as soon as possible.

"Its just still a bit unfair that Cody gets to hang around here, while we can't." Kade grumbled.

Charlie rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, but today isn't a good day, we have work to do back at home. I promise you can hang around here when there's time."

"Hey, where is Cody?" Graham asked.

"I left him with Captain America while we were at the meeting." Charlie replied. Kade let out a quick annoyed huff, only to be quickly silenced by an elbow in the arm by Dani. "You three head back home. I'll meet you all after I get Cody."

The three did as they were told, leaving the base as Charlie went to look for Cody.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to find his son. He was still with Captain America, but the boy was sitting on the captain's motorcycle, revving it up while Steve watched with a smile.

"You've got some competition, Chief." Iron Man's voice popped up out of nowhere.

"What are you taking about?" Charlie asked.

Tony then pointed at Cody and Steve, and both men watched as two blonds laughed about something and Steve ruffling Cody's hair.

"If you're not careful, Cap could take your place as Cody's dad." Tony declared with a teasing grin. "People around here are already saying he's Cap's kid."

Chief Burns rolled his eyes. "I think I'll be fine."

Stark shrugged. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Then he shouted. "Hey, Cap! Time to give the kid back!"

The two blonds looked towards Charlie and Tony. Cody smiled, got off the bike, and rushed to his Dad. "Hey, Dad. How was the meeting?"

Charlie shrugged. "Nothing major happened. You didn't give Captain Rogers any trouble?"

"None at all." Steve replied with a grin as he joined the group. "You've got a well-behaved young man here." He added as he ruffled Cody's hair again. "And a clever one as well. You ought to be proud of this one."

Chief Burns smiled. "Trust me, I am." Then he said to Cody. "Why don't you head outside to meet Chase. I'll join you shortly."

The boy nodded. "Okay, Dad." Then waved to the Captain. "Thanks again, Captain Rogers!" Then he ran off outside.

"Keep up the good work, son." Captain America replied before walking off as well.

"It's already happening." Tony quietly teased.

Charlie rolled his eyes before leaving to join Cody. He knew Tony was teasing, but it was starting to get on his nerves a bit. There was nothing to worry about. Despite the nickname as Captain Roger's kid, Chief Burns knew everyone knew Cody was his son, not Steve's.

Hope you enjoyed reading! Nothing dramatic yet, I want to try to build up to it, but the seeds have been planted, I assure you. Hopefully, you won't have to wait long for the next part to be posted. Wish me luck!

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The Recruit - 36. You

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 3665

Warnings: smut (seven person bisexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, double vaginal penetration)

Synopsis:  When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it.  He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time.  Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out.  It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

36. You

Getting to know Steve Rogers again was much easier than the first time around.  The thing was, in the version of Steve you had known, he was still in there.  It was just that before everything had been so extreme.  You’d had to walk on eggshells around him, not sure if saying or doing something would set off his anger or his sex drive.

Now those extremes were smoothed off.  He could still be very serious.  He could still give you a look that made you feel like a kid who had just gotten in trouble with their father, but you weren’t scared that you were going to ignite something dangerous in him.  More than that, when he was very serious or not playing around with you or the others, you felt safe to tease him about it.

Where his extremes had been smoothed off in one direction, there were parts of him that had been suppressed by the thing that was in him.  He was sweeter now.  More tender.  He had a quick wit and an adorable playful side.  You went very quickly from being hesitant and unsure if this was going to work, to well and truly in love with the man.

The others were right all along.  It was really hard not to love Steve Rogers.

There was a lot more going on in your life than just getting to know Steve.  For starters, you now had a new job as a full Avengers Agent.  You were a combat field agent, which meant that if the Avengers were called out to fight, you were usually right there along with them.  There were also smaller skirmishes that you could be called out to, things that didn’t need a Hulk or Iron Man, you’d be there.  Thankfully that kind of thing wasn’t an everyday occurrence, and you could go a week or more with nothing happening, but there had been things.  Sam and Bucky had taken a group out to deal with a group of domestic terrorists threatening to release a virus.  Natasha had word of the Red Room being up and running again, and you and a group of agents went to break that up.  Clint had taken a few people in to arrest people selling alien weapons to collectors in an illegal auction in the city.  The biggest sting you were part of in those early months was the one where the Avengers had found the H.Y.D.R.A. base where Steve had been headed the day he’d run.  There was more of that Black sludge in bulletproof glass cases.  It turned out to be some kind of alien creature that formed a symbiotic relationship with other lifeforms but altered their thoughts to be more feral and primal.  H.Y.D.R.A. had somehow reprogrammed their thoughts the way it had done to Bucky all those years ago. The creatures were now totally loyal to the organization.

Being a full agent meant you didn’t see all your old recruit friends as much.  Collins was in IT, Qadira worked in the infirmary (though she’d come out to the field on rotation with the other medics), and Jacqui was held back for more of the bigger superhero events. It was strange for them not all to be there, but you all made time for weekly drinks at Valhalla, and when something else came up with any of them, like weekend barbeques, drag shows, or parties, there was always an invitation for you.

Then there was the whole going public thing.  The group didn’t make any announcements.  No questions were answered outside of no comment, or not answering questions about personal lives.  So it wasn’t so much about going public, it was about not hiding.

It meant there was a lot of speculation about what was going on with the group when you all started going out together.  There were rumors about different pairings, about cheating, about break ups and make-ups. Occasionally there were fans in comments on articles that suggested the theory that maybe there was some level of polyamory going on, and on one of the more liberal press sites they mentioned the rumor about polyamory with some accompanying photos of different members of your polycule being publicly affectionate with each other as possible evidence.  But even that article was passed off as a joke.  A public wink with a cheeky ‘oh maybe, are they…?’ With a very clear, probably not but good for them if they are at the end.

So far the whole group had not gone out together on a date.  There had been pairs, and a couple of trios, and once Steve, Bucky, Sharon, and Natasha had stopped at a diner after dealing with something downtown, and had ended up in the gossip columns talking about their double date, but logistics and time had meant that all seven of you hadn’t been able to go anywhere all together.

Tonight, that had all changed.  A booking had been made and the group had gone out to do that one date that Steve had been waiting all these years to do.  You had all gone dancing.

It was the same club you had gone to with Sharon what felt like a whole lifetime ago now.  Everyone had dressed up.  Clint wore a three-piece suit in purple with a long gothic-looking jacket.  Sharon wore a white aline halter neck dress, with an asymmetrical skirt that had white tulle layered over the white satin.  Sam wore a very tailored red suit that hugged his silhouette.  The jacket had a wide blue satin collar and he’d worn a white band collar shirt under it.  Bucky wore head-to-toe black that came complete with suspenders and a fedora. Natasha wore a black capped sleeve, a line dress, with a peekaboo panel in dark red.  Steve had a real gangster look, in his dark blue three-piece suit with red pinstripes.  You were also in an a-line dress - blue with white polka dots and black neckline, halter strap, and sash around your waist.  Everyone had gone all out for the date, and the result was amazing.

You’d all eaten together, and then danced, pairing off and staying close to each other.  Given there was an odd number of you, pairing up meant there was a leftover.  At the start of the night, that meant that three people would sit out while four danced.  As the night progressed and drinks were had, everyone's inhibitions dropped and all seven of you danced at once, the extra person always being absorbed into one of the other pairs.

It was fun and frantic and it kept your heart rate up.  When Steve led you onto the dance floor, the song changed to a slow jazz number.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your hips, and the two of you just started to sway with the song.  “Tonight has been so fun,” you said as you looked up into his eyes.

He smiled back down at you, his blue eyes soft and shimmering in the low lights of the dancefloor.  “It has been.  I’m so glad I waited to do this with all of you.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder for a moment, just enjoying the moment with him.  He wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, pressing his lips to your temple.  “Happy?” he asked.

You pulled back to look back up at him.  “I am so happy. I know what led to getting here wasn’t great, but I think even before I got here, some of the others wanted to stop hiding the relationship.  And now we’re not, I feel so much better.  I’m so excited to introduce you all to my family and friends outside the tower.  I love that we can do this.  What about you?”

Steve took a deep breath and hummed happily.  “I am happy.  I know we have detractors and people who think they get a say about who we get to love.  But I don’t care about what they say.  And you know what?  For every person who has said we’re sick or wrong, there have been two that are happy for us, or glad to see themselves represented by people like us.  And I love being able to go out with you all.  I do hate the attention we get, but I know that would happen no matter if I was monogamous or not.  I am really happy.”

You reached up and caressed his cheek.  Your heart felt full and you could feel his love and happiness radiating off of him. You hadn’t said those three little words to Steve yet. Now was the time. “I love you, Steve.��

He smiled and leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.  “I love you too.”

He kissed you, and you melted into it, pressing your whole body against his, letting yourself sink into the moment as the music washed over you.  He pulled back, just a little and brought his lips to your ear.  “I think it might be time to go home,” he whispered.

You grinned back at him. “I think you might be right,” you agreed.

It didn’t take too much to convince the rest of the group it was time to go home.  By the time you were back, anticipation was high.  As soon as the door closed behind you at Steve's apartment everyone started shedding their clothes.  They were left like a trail of breadcrumbs to the bedroom, each of you kissing and grabbing at each other on the way down the hall.

When you passed through the door, Sharon grabbed your hand and spun you into her arms.  Both of you were already down to your panties, and your breasts pushed up against each other.  She kissed you deeply and you moved with her as if you were dancing.  Around you, there was much of the same happening.  Clint was kissing Natasha as Bucky moved in closer behind her and kissed her neck, and Steve and Sam were kissing frantically and backed her toward the bed. 

You climbed up on the mattress and Sharon climbed up after you. You were mirroring each other.  When you pushed your thigh between her legs, she pushed hers between yours.  When you started to grind on her, she did the same to you.  When her fingers slipped into your panties and began to circle your clit, you pushed your hand into her panties.

The whole time the two of you kissed.  You had no idea what the others were doing, except that they were close to you because anytime they moved, it made the bed dip on either side of you.  Your whole attention was on Sharon.  The way her body felt against yours.  The way her fingers ran over your clit and pushed inside you.  The way her cunt clenched around your fingers and dripped down your wrist.  Your pulse raced and you felt so hot, it was like a wildfire had been set under your skin, burning you up from the inside out.

Her fingers pushed against your g-spot, dragging over it, as her thumb rubbed circles on your clit, and as it did, you did the same to her.  Closer and closer, she pulled you to the edge, and from the sound of her breathy moans, and the flutter of her cunt, you knew you were doing the same to her.  Almost as one, your orgasms hit, and the two of you cry out and shudder against each other.

You continued to kiss as your orgasms passed.  Gradually Sharon pulled back and grinned at you.  “Come on, let’s go see what everyone else is doing.”

Bucky and Clint were currently on their knees and kissing each other like they had something to prove.  While Natasha, Steve, and Sam were tangled together.  Sharon moved over to the group of three, as you crawled over to Bucky and Clint.

“Hey, beautiful,” Bucky said as you approached them.  “Want to be the meat in our sandwich?”

You laughed and pushed your panties down, and tossed them to the side. “Oh boy, when you put it like that, how can I resist?”

Clint started laughing and took your hand, laying back on the bed and guiding you on top of him.  You straddled his waist and he grabbed his cock and held it up as you sank onto it, both of you moaning as he filled you.  Bucky grabbed the lube from the side table and lubed up his cock.  On either side of you, Sharon was now pushing Sam on his back and climbing on top of him, while Natasha had gotten on all fours and Steve was fucking her from behind.  Clint pulled you down tight against him and the two of you began to kiss.  A moment later, the head of Bucky’s cock was pressed up against your entrance beside Clint’s, and he started to push in.

There was a sting and burn as he breached you, and you cried out and bucked your hips.

“You okay, honey?” Bucky asked.  He stopped pushing forward and began to rub your clit.  Right away, warmth started to coil through you, making that burn in your entrance go from pain to pleasure.

You nodded emphatically.  “Yes.  Keep going.  Fill me up.”

Bucky pushed in, stretching you out and filling you, and you mewled loudly.  When he was fully seated inside you, both men just stayed still, letting you adjust to the size of them.  You took the moment to glance around at the others, Sharon’s tits were bouncing rhythmically as she rode Sam, and Steve’s face was set in pure bliss while he thrust into Natasha from behind.

Seeing them all lost in their own pleasure set yours off more, and you moaned and clenched around Clint and Bucky’s cocks.  They both began to fuck you, their hips moving counter to each other, so when one pulled out, the other thrust in.  It was intense and it sent a hot current surging through your core.  It became hard to focus on anything else besides the two men.  You were vaguely aware of the other four, but what you could take in, only sent you spiralling to the edge even faster.  Bucky began to rub your clit and Clint leaned up and pulled one of your nipples into his mouth.

You couldn’t hold it together.  You arched back against Bucky, keening as your nails dug into Clint’s shoulders.  Bucky pinched your clit and it sent you rocketing over the edge, crying out as you came, your cunt squeezing tight around both men's cocks. 

Bucky thrust forward gritting his teeth and groaning as he tried to hold himself together, and Clint’s hips stuttered.  “Shit,” he gasped.  “Nearly took me over with you.”

You laughed breathlessly as your orgasm passed through you.  “Trying to hold out ‘til the end?”

“You know it, honey,” he said.

Bucky pulled out of you, and you slid off from the top of Clint and the two of you just lay there for a moment, catching your breath.

The others had taken their cue from you, breaking their pairs and moving to create new ones.  You crawled over to Natasha and she reached out to you, pulling you into a deep kiss.  Sam moved up behind you, running his hands up your back and kissing your shoulder. When you broke the kiss with Natasha and leaned back to kiss Sam, she lay back, spreading her legs in front of you.  Natasha played with her clit as she watched you and Sam kissing.  He kissed you deeply and tenderly.  You could taste Sharon’s cunt on his lips and you tried to suck off every last drop of her.

He pulled back and smiled at you.  “I think Natasha might want something from you.”

You laughed and stole one last kiss before dropping down between her legs.  She lifted her hips to meet you and grabbed your hair, pulling you down to her cunt.  “That’s a girl,” she praised.  “Get to work.”

You laughed and licked a stripe up her cunt, the tart, musky flavor of her arousal coating your tongue.  You both moaned and as you swirled your tongue around, tasting as much of her as you could, Sam pressed the head of his cock to your entrance and sunk into you.

In the position you were in, you had no idea what was going on around you.  You could barely even hear their moans with your head pinned between Natasha’s thighs.  You licked and sucked at Natasha’s cunt and Sam thrust into you from behind.  His hips snapped hard and fast, jolting you forward each time your bodies came together.

You were already so on the edge, that even just the hard slap of Sam’s hips as she shoved inside you was enough for your next orgasm to start to build.  Your cunt tingled and heat spread out through you, making your toes curl.  The worry that you’d end up coming far too fast, so you doubled down, focusing completely on Natasha.

You pulled her clit between your lips and suckled on it, as you shoved two of your fingers inside her.  She was so wet already that every time you thrust them in and out of her, it made a wet squelch.  You fucked her quickly with your fingers, your elbow pistoning as you shoved into her hard and fast.

The sounds she made were loud and animalistic and she started to hump your face and pull your hair.  It brought you even closer to the edge and you began to clench around Sam’s cock, your legs trembling.  It was hard to hold it together, and you decided the only thing you could do was try and bring Natasha on as fast as you could.

You curled your fingers and dug them into Natasha’s g-spot, and began to just hammer your fingertips against it as hard as you could as you sucked greedily on her clit.  At the same time, Sam started rubbing your clit.

It happened almost simultaneously.  Natasha’s cunt clenched around your fingers, she arched up off the bed, and her legs clamped around your head as she came, crying out loudly.  At the same time, your whole body seized up and you jerked forward as your own orgasm tore through you.  Sam kept thrusting but it became more erratic.

When Sam finally pulled out of you, you and Natasha just collapsed there, tangled together, breathing heavily.  Her fingers ran through your hair, and Sam rubbed your hip.  “You okay?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed.

The bed dipped on the side of you, and you looked up to see Steve looking down at you.  “You have one more in you?” he asked, holding out his hand to you.

You hummed and took his hand, letting him pull you up.  “Yeah.  I think I can do one more.”

He guided you up and sat back, crossing his legs lotus style.  You climbed into his lap and as you lowered yourself down, he guided his cock into you.  Even as large as he was, you were so wet and so turned on that he slid into you easily.  You moaned and wrapped your arms and legs around his waist.  His arms wrapped around you and one hand slid up to the back of your skull, pulling you into a deep kiss.  You moaned into his lips rocking your hips with him.

Around you, the others had split up again. Bucky was on his back holding onto Sam’s hips as the man rode him, his cock bouncing and slapping against Bucky’s stomach.  Natasha was on her back as Clint fucked her and Sharon rode her face.

You pulled back from the kiss and looked down into Steve’s eyes.  “This is the first time we’ve been together when it was just you,” you said in a breathless half-moan.

“And it’s the first time it’s been all seven of us,” he added.  “We better make it good.”

You smiled at him and cradled his cheeks.  “It’s already good.”

He kissed you again, passionately, his head tilted and his tongue dancing with yours.  You matched the passion and moved your hips with his.  It was so different than with the others, or even with him before.  The way Steve was with you was sensual and tender, but passionate and heated.  You weren’t being fucked, you were making love, and as you were brought closer and closer to your release, you started to feel overwhelmed with that feeling.  Your hands scrambled at his hair, curling in it and smoothing over it.  “Steve, I love you,” you babbled.  “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too,” he replied breathlessly, holding your hips and snapping his up into you.

Your orgasm built, winding its way through you like vines around each of your muscles.  It peaked, and one after another they pulled tight, making you arch back in his arms as your orgasm took hold of you.  Steve wasn’t too far behind you, he bucked up hard as your cunt clenched around his cock, and he emptied inside you. 

You wrapped your hands around him and nuzzled into his cheek, your emotions feeling overwhelmed.  He held you close and pressed his lips to your temple. “It’s okay, honey.  I’ve got you.  I love you so much.”

Gradually, as everyone finished around you, the whole group squeezed themselves into the bed. You were feeling so much, and all of it was good.  You were happy, in love, and your future looked bright.  You’d managed to balance work, relationships, family, and friends.  There was no way of knowing what the future would hold, but there was one thing this year had taught you, you weren’t alone, and with all these people that loved you, you could face anything.

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joel miller; you wouldn't say you were the jealous type – Ellie would say you are –, you're just a woman knowing what's hers and not liking it when other women try to flirt with it knowing exactly what they're doing.

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joel miller; you never had a family, but Ellie and Joel make up for it. Add to that a potential brother in law who treats you like his own sister. (potential pregnancy)

[allandoflimbo]

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Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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P R E V I O U S     C H A P T E R

YOU'RE walking after him, but he's not stopping.

Not until you touch his arm from behind.

He spins around to face you, making you stumble slightly.

Bucky is two things right now: furious and embarrassed.

"Stop trying to be nice to me." He says slowly but on edge.

You can literally see the frustration in his eyes.

"What?"

He takes a step closer to you.

"This whole facade. Just because I'm your class partner, it does not mean we need to get along. You also don't get to change your mind about being nice after being so mean to me for so long. Just because you have a change of heart one day? Your pity on trying to get a good grade to get into whatever stupid prestigious school you want to get into does not change the fact that you are, and will always be, a bully," you could feel your eyes filling with tears as he went on, "Your sudden kindness does not erase your past. You can't convince me that there is one genuine nice piece of you in there. Everything you do is for a gain."

Your bottom lip trembled, and he almost regretted his words. Almost. They had been building up inside of him for so long, for so many years. While they might've been cruel and maybe made him no better than you, he had felt them for so long.

"You know nothing about me." You say.

"I know that you aren't a nice person," he says simply. And he's right, "Do you think it's kind the way your little friends have been treating me? Still treat me?"

"Again, I'm very sorry about that." He doesn't respond to your apology and you find yourself taking a step closer to him, your voice softening, "They shouldn't have done that since you arrived here to the states—"

"I've been in the same school as you since fourth grade!" He shouts so loudly that some of the people outside the restaurant turn to look at you. You watch him as he breathes hard, guilt consuming you, "That's how oblivious you are and how self conceited." You swallow the tight knot in your throat, "First of all, Princess," he snarls the word like an insult, "you reap what you sow and you are who you accompany yourself with. You've been the same girl for as long as I've known you. With your little preppy friends and your money and all your pep and school popularity; I know girls like you. Don't try to sit there and differentiate yourself from the people you call your friends, especially when you still call them your friends. You still stand there and let it happen." You're both silent as he stops. Your arms are crossed over you chest and your eyes are down at the sidewalk, "You embarrassed me the other day, not them. And whether it was purposeful or not I still can't decide." Your gaze drifts back up to see him walking away from you, but he turns around one last time, his eyes darting you up and down, "Also, I'm not from Europe, I moved from New York City," he tilts his head, "eight years ago. So that right there should be more than enough proof to show the kind of girl you are. I don't need your fake apology and I don't need this that you are offering."

You stare at your hands, at lost for words.

"Bucky—"

"We are study parents and that's it. After these next two months, I never have to see you or any of your little clique ever again."

You swallow hard, that knot in your throat painful as ever.

"You keep saying you are, you are, you are, but the truth is, Bucky, you know nothing about me."

"Just like you know nothing about me."

"Exactly." You both stare at each other after your reply.

"We don't need to know anymore than what we think we know. It doesn't matter anymore. I spent either years being hurt by all of you. I can handle a few more months until we are out of here." He says.

You don't know what to say anymore. It was like trying to pull teeth to get him to listen to you, to get anyone to listen to you. You don't know why you bothered. He was right.

Eight years and you never said a word to him? Were you that oblivious? You weren't in the same classes, that's for sure, but even then in the same school. You both always went to larger schools if what he says is true. It's completely possible for you to not have ever noticed him walking around, but yet he noticed you. Your friends noticed him. They picked on him and bullied him viciously.

Were you that oblivious? That naive?

Were you that blinded by everything going so well for you before your brother's death?

Was that your wakeup call?

You don't have the energy to listen anymore to the words you know are so true.

You've known them for the last few months. Him saying them to you, was just a tough pill to swallow.

You tug on the sleeves of your shirt. You quickly wipe under your eyes and cross your arms.

"Do your parents know I've been at your home while we've been alone?" There's something about his tone. Such a simple and random question.

"Yes." You answer simply, "They know. Why?" He watches you as you speak.

He never expected you to be like this. Princess and all, friends with a bunch of cruel people, he always expected you to be snark back just as fast as he was a few minutes ago.

He nods.

"I'm surprised your parents let us up there alone. Unless that's something they are used to?" His question offends you.

He's glad because he doesn't think he can have this chance ever again to make up the hurt he's felt for so long. He doesn't care that it makes him a hypocrite for the next few minutes.

"Excuse me?" Your tone is dark.

"They probably gave up on that a while ago, huh?"

He wasn't implying anything sexual, but more so that your parents gave you a lot of liberty. Now he realizes how he sounds.

"What? Excuse me, no. That's not—no." you quickly move towards him to stop him from leaving and he raises a brow at you, "I invited you into my room to study. And that's it. That's all they expect of me and they trust me enough. Even if that weren't the case, it's quite offensive that you would think I would invite you in there for that. That whole comment is offensive. I would never do that."

If there was anything that sounded like physical rejection to his ears, that was it.

"That's not what I was insinuating."

"You're insinuating that I'm a slut, slut-shaming me, and assuming that the only reason I brought you there was for something other than studying."

"Trust me. I know for a fact that I'm not attractive enough for that," there's something about his tone and the way he looks at you that breaks your heart. Oh that wasn't it at all. "I wasn't even talking about me. I was talking about your parents and how I'm shocked they allowed this is all. You don't have to keep reminding me constantly about how ugly and unwanted I am."

You're stunned at his comment and also confused. He was putting words in your mouth.

"I never said that." You whisper, shaking your head back and forth. He was giving you whiplash. He really was just throwing it at you one after the other, "I was simply talking about the comment itself, not you."

He stares at you for a few seconds longer and you both don't know what to make of your responses to the other.

"Just leave me alone. All of you."

He turns to go home and this time you don't stop him.

Steve gets up from his seat as soon as he sees you walk through the door. You both arranged to meet at you favorite little Italian place.

"Hey," he gives you a side hug that you mutually return, "thanks again for agreeing to come."

"Yeah, it's a good idea we talk." You say, taking your seat across from him.

The waitress comes over and you both order some fries and a burger.

Steve smiles at you after he takes a sip of his Coke.

"So," you say, dabbing your lips with a napkin, "you and Peggy." You clear your throat as you watch his face drop, "how long had you guys been talking before that night?"

You prepare yourself for his response.

"We saw each other here and there for about two months. In the hallway at school, sometimes picking up food at Jacks. I swear, I never did anything with her during those two months and neither did I think about it. But we became close friends and then that day you saw us, I'm telling you the truth when I say it literally just happened."

You believe Stevie. He's been nothing but your best friend for the last few years. You knew the kind of guy he was, and you knew he was telling the truth. Still, it hurt. You really had thought he was the one. Maybe it's tied to your naiveness before the last year, but a part of you did believe in soulmates and high school sweethearts. You thought he was it.

You tell him this.

"I know. I feel the same way."

"But?" You ask, knowing that there was more for him to say, especially based off his comment from the other day.

"It was wrong what I did, I know that, but you know I'm also not one to do something like that for no reason."

"You like her, I get that." You say, thanking the waitress as she placed the fries between the both of you, "so you'll stay with her."

"I still care about you. I don't want this to end badly."

"You're my best friend," you say it as an affirmation, "as a girl, has my respect for you gone down a little for what you did? Naturally, yes. Of course it did. But you're still my friend. We've been through a lot together. It's just, is she okay with it? What you asked me the other day. About prom."

"She is." Steve nods, taking one of his own fries.

"Okay. That's that. I really don't see what else we need to talk about."

"Maybe about how good these fries are." He says.

You chuckle.

You're shocked at how well your conversation with Steve went. He hugs you outside the diner and you both make your separate ways.

Your parents had the night shift again tonight so you wanted to be home early enough to cook yourself a bite to eat.

You decide to stop by Whole Foods real quick to grab some vegetables that you were low on. After so much practice, it doesn't take you longer than twenty minutes to find and pay for everything you need. It's as you're stepping out onto the sidewalk that you see him,

Bucky is coming down the opposite way, and his arms is hooked with an older woman's. They're both smiling and talking. You notice her pulling an oxygen tank next to her.

Your eyes go back up to Bucky's and your eyes meet.

His smiles falls off his face.

As you're approaching him even closer, even though you have no choice because it's your way to your car, you wonder what you should say.

Hi?

Maybe a wave?

Hey?

Hello?

Just A smile?

It's a little smile that you offer him and the lady, who you can only assume is his mother, and shockingly he smiles back. But it doesn't reach his eyes; it's forced.

A breath leaves your lungs.

"Isn't that Y/N L/N?" Bucky's mom asks.

Bucky clears his throat and nods.

"Yeah, she's my study partner for Psych for that project I told you about."

"My god she's grown." She says with a little laughter in her tone. Bucky doesn't respond, "I remember when you had the biggest crush on her when you were kids."

"Mom." Bucky says sharply, she turns to look at him, that same smirk on her face he's grown to recognize so well.

That was years ago. He definitely did not feel that way anymore.

Monday came quickly. That's what happens when you keep yourself busy.

You're turning the hallway to where your locker is when you see Bucky at his own locker, some feet farther down.

You take in a deep breath and straighten your back to make yourself feel taller.

You also tighten your arms around your pale blue notebook, as if that would do anything.

When you approach him, he looks at you a little at lost for what to do.

First, he looks surprised, then he looks confused.

You offer him a small smile.

He sighs and continues to grab his things for his first few classes.

You sigh too.

"Bucky," you notice the way his jaw tightens, "I wanted to apologize." He doesn't respond, "For everything." This time his movements stall for a second. He pulls out the last of the things he needs and then closes his locker.

He looks at you, frowning.

"Look, I don't need your pity." He says it slow and calculating.

You let out an exasperated sigh.

"It's not out of pity. I really am sorry for everything. I'm sorry my so called friends treated you horribly and that I stood by it without realizing. And I'm sorry that I was in my own little world for so long that I never noticed you," he closes his eyes and then his eyes drift down, "I'm sorry I ruined your shoes, okay? It wasn't on purpose. I really was trying to go up to you to apologize like I am now."

"Why is my acceptance of your apology so important to you?"

You look at him confused for a second and then shake your head. As if the answer was obvious.

"Why? Because you're a person with feelings, and it bothers me that I've contributed somehow to making you feel a certain way."

Something happens to him at your words. His face softens and so does his whole posture. He brings his books to his side and looks at you. He says your name for the first time and it makes something inside of you ignite. He had never said your name before to you. It's always been nauseatingly Stark High Princess.

"I—I went through something half a year ago that changed my life. That opened my eyes. I'm seeing what I never saw before, and hell you can continue to call me ignorant for it, but I don't want to be that anymore."

He looks briefly over your shoulder and then gives you a tight nod.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Apology slightly accepted," A small smile fills your face and he tries to ignore it as best he can to stay focused, "We'll continue the next two months as is. But I have to get to homeroom now." He adds quietly, eyes meeting again.

"I'll take it for now." You say.

He nods.

He walks past you and you make your own way around.

You don't see him turn around one last time to look at you, a deep frown on his face.

He believes you a little. He decides he'll accept your apology, but he'll remain on guard. You'll be his partner for the next two months. You'll act civil around each other now.

To a certain degree, at least.

N E X T   C H A P T E R

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[imaginedreamwrite]

PLEASE HEAR ME OUT- s t a l k e r!soft!very soft!Steve Rogers x reader <3 he'd make himself known but is so harmless, in fact he's like an invisible,unpaid assistant lol he would mark your calendar,put sticky notes to help remind you of things,he even adds money to your account when he deems it too low (anything below 50k is too low, this your personal money by the way so if you paid your bills before he could for you and its below 50k? Accept that you have a sugar daddy that gets off on you being happy and having money. He gives you money for things you want, not what you need bc he wants needs to provide for you, he's nothing but your ATM 💘),he threatens your boss to be easier on you, he protects you albeit he does it so you don't know that he is, randomly writes detailed praises for you as a normal letters but its straight up porn,he touches himself to you sleeping,believes that if he touches you then you'll be tainted by him and all he wants for you is to be happy ,he also would say 'thank you,my dear' with heart eyes after you spit and curse at him while kicking him ANYWAYS ILYSM, YOURE WRITING IS PHENOMENAL AND I WISH THE BEST FOR YOU 🥰💛💛

Thank you so much! I absolutely love this idea!

I present stalker!Steve Rogers — the son of a wealthy businessman who first meets his darling butterfly at a party where she was working as an assistant to one of his fathers competitors, and while she’s horrendously overworked, she makes an impression on Steve and immediately ensnares him without even meaning to

Steve starts stalking her to care for her, Steve makes her life better without ever having to let the persona he carries of being a bashful guy who’s more interested in art than anything

Behind the scenes, Steve is a rich bachelor who’s found the woman he wants and will stop at nothing to have her. Steve gives her meaningful gifts and writes her old-fashioned love letters that soon turn to straight up porn on a page

He works himself up to taking you as his own, for his own, because only he can protect you and give you the life you deserve

When he steals you away, he takes you to a private paradise where he can touch you all he wants and finally feel his sweet girl writhe against his body (instead of just picturing it in his mind)

[booksandabeer]

Hi. First of all, you’re amazing and you’re doing God’s work for us. Second, could you please recommend me some time-travel fics? I think I already read a few well known ones, and was wondering if there’s more? Also, it’s usually both or Bucky who time-travels, is there fics where Steve goes alone instead?

Hello Stranger!

Thanks for the ask and your very kind words. I live to serve! 😉

Now. The first thing I need to do here, is to point you towards this excellent rec list by @voylitscope There are a lot of very good fics on it and I strongly recommend you check it out.

I also want to apologize again for the long wait. I had a busy week and when I finally sat down to put together this list, I realized fairly quickly that almost 90% of it was comprised of some sort of EG-Fix-It fics. Just the idea of writing up my thoughts on all of them felt exhausting and saddening to me, so I scrapped the whole thing and started over. So without further ado, here are 7 fics featuring timey-wimey stuff that I have read and very much enjoyed and 3 more that I've yet to read, but can't wait to get to because they look amazing:

sun peeking through the sky series by dontcallmebree | M, 16K (2 Parts)

Author's summary: Steve clears his throat, curling his hands into fists to hide them. “Alright, say I believe you. Hell, you’re here. So what?”

Scott pins him with an unshakable stare, alive and unyielding. He never realized Scott could be so intense. Sam was the one who knew Scott better, but then again, Sam was always the better one of the two of them. “Look, the place I was in—the quantum realm—it messes with time, it lets you go back.”

Steve wants to throw him out.

A post-IW, twice-over canon divergent series. In the first part, Scott and the Ant Fam (or what's left of it post-Snap) burst into a heavily depressed Steve's existence and slowly turn it into something resembling a life again, and together they hatch a plan to save the world. What that plan entails? I'm not going to spoil it here, but let's just say it's much more clever and original, not to mention more logical and emotionally satisfying than anything that happened in EG. It's a quietly humorous, suspenseful, heartbreaking, and at times brutally tender series about finding and accepting second chances when you least expect them.

To Live It Again Is Past All Endeavor by trinityofone | T, 21 K

Author's summary: Time travel bodyswap! Present-day Steve and Bucky wake up back in their old bodies in 1938, while past Steve and Bucky wake in a future where they're both built like comic book heroes and Bucky's got what he thinks is a swell future robot arm. Adventures are had, and the ethics of time travel are debated. Also, everyone trash talks Willem de Kooning.

A story that really drives home some hard emotional truths while never entirely losing its light touch. Accompany Steve and Bucky as they travel into the future AND the past, and discover their once and future selves. I call this fic "the clairvoyant one" because it features Steve and Bucky contemplating staying in the past and a subsequent discussion of the ethics and purpose of time travel that had me frantically scroll back up and check that, yes, this fic was indeed written all the way back in 2014. I then proceeded to lose my mind a little bit because it is such an eerily specific and accurate rebuttal to Steve's EG ending that I'm more than half convinced the author has clairvoyant abilities.

Where All Roads Lead by DrowningByDegrees | E, 46K

Author's summary: When Steve Rogers inadvertently touches a relic in the course of a mission gone sideways during WWII, he’s catapulted seventy years into the future. Before he's even sure where he's ended up, his search for help puts him in contact with Bucky Barnes, a historian and college professor who has built a career around studying Captain America. With Bucky's help, Steve means to find out how exactly he ended up in 2017, and solve the bigger mystery of how to get home. There's just one problem. The closer they get to their goal, the less certain Steve is that he wants to go home.

A Shrunkyclunks AU where Steve accidentally time travels straight from WW2 to the 21st Century. It's funny and heartbreaking, well-written and cleverly plotted. Also features beautiful art by alby_mangroves that not only beautifully augments the story, but actually is a part of it, too.

The Restoration Artist by superheroresin | E, 109K

Author's summary: As a conservator of rare oil paintings for The Met, Steve Rogers thinks of himself part scientist, part archaeologist, but hardly an artist in his own right. Only when he’s faced with the daunting task of restoring a frozen painting from a recently unearthed Nazi art hoard does he start to feel his passion for the craft return. Before he has a chance to understand what that means, Steve is transported to the 1940’s, where he meets both The Winter Soldier himself, and his own destiny.

A Shrinkyclinks AU in which art conservator Steve travels through time to save Bucky... who has been trapped in a painting...? Mystery! Romance! Art Talk! I practically inhaled this thing in one go, despite the length. This is a really lovely story, full of clever ideas and twist and turns that will keep you guessing. And on top of that you'll learn a whole lot about art restoration! What's not to love?

the world on fire by burlesquecomposer | M, 62K

Author’s summary: Steve loves old vinyl records, doodles on his files, and cannot remember a time that he didn't serve the TVA. And that suits him just fine—that is, until stray variant Bucky Barnes, fresh out of HYDRA's grasp, drops into his time theater and makes Steve question everything he believes in.

A really well written fic that has time travel and variants and alternate timelines and parallel universes and... you get it. A whole lot of timey wimey stuff, but the author keeps track of it all and ties up everything beautifully in the end. A super fun premise, clever plotting, wonderful characterizations, and a firm grasp on the SteveBucky dynamic in every incarnation/iteration/variation. It's a really lovely fic and I think it deserves a lot more love and attention.

On the Cover of Dawn by adeepeningdig | T, 6K

Author's summary: “Listen,” Bucky says again, and pads to Steve, book still in hand. “I’d sell my soul for that/fawn/of a boy night walker/to sound of the ‘ud & flute playing/who saw the glass in my hand said/“drink the wine from between my lips.” He kisses Steve then, insistent, tongue sweeping into his mouth, body to body. Steve buckles beneath it. Two stories. One poem.

I'm cheating a little with this one... maybe. To be perfectly honest, I don't really know what's going on here even after I read this several times. Is it time travel? An alternate universe? Reincarnation? None of it at all? The thing is, I'm not sure the reader is meant to definitively know or understand what exactly is happening, and ultimately, it doesn't really matter. What does matter is the poignancy, the beautiful, at times lyrical language, and the reassurance that Steve and Bucky will find and love each other in every possible universe and incarnation. Also features one of my favorite George Barnes scenes ever.

From Tralfamadore, With Love by newsbypostcard | E, 106K | Part 1 in From Tralfamadore series

Author's summary: In 2018, Steve, Sam, and Bucky embark on a mission to explore a Hydra-owned warehouse when a kid with mutant powers sends Steve 18 years into the future. Steve's just as in love with Bucky as he was when he left, but for Bucky it's been a long 18 years. As he gets used to life in 2036 and the flaws in Bucky's idyllic life expose themselves, Steve also has to manage a suspiciously ubiquitous security force, a Brotherhood of Mutants, and old competing loyalties among his aged friends. There's a Bucky in 2018 waiting for him to come home, but if he does that, it means leaving this Bucky behind for a third, unforgivable time. How can he choose?

Yes yes, I recced this not too long ago, I know. But there is simply no way in hell that I'm going to put together a time travel rec list and NOT include this fic. The summary is pretty self-explanatory, and I really don't want to reveal anymore than that. Much of the tension and emotional drama in this fic comes from not knowing what's going to happen, and from desperately guessing at how on earth the author is going to solve Steve's impossible dilemma. I loved the way the author explored the relationship of a Steve and a Bucky who have been separated for two seconds and 18 years, respectively. Also, possibly the best use of a Fleetwood Mac song in fanfic ever.

🕰 +3 To Reads:

Savage God by PottersPink | M, 36K

Author's summary: Past, present, future, Steve knows Bucky Barnes. It’s why he recognized him when he found him in that alley in April of 1942, even though Bucky was older, stronger, wearier; he called himself The Asset, and had a metal fucking arm. The Asset was only with Steve in 1942 for a few days, but it’s enough to change the course of Steve’s life forever.

Seventy years later, Steve wakes up in the twenty-first century, and he doesn’t know whether to be heartbroken or hopeful when some of the things Bucky revealed to him in 1942 start falling into place.

Every You, Every Me by Starshot | E, 48K

Author's summary: Desperate to follow when Bucky ships out to war in 1943, Steve volunteers for Project Rebirth, an experimental program meant to turn him into the world’s first super-soldier. Instead it fails, leaving him with a condition dubbed “Chrono-Impairment” which sees him travelling uncontrollably through time, to random points in both his and Bucky’s lives.

But with Bucky brainwashed into working for HYDRA, and Steve living life on the run, torn between his own time and Bucky’s, will they ever find the happy ending they so desperately desire? (AKA the Stucky AU based on the book, "The Time Traveler’s Wife" by Audrey Niffenegger)

a day in the life by powerfulowl (StuckyFlangst) E, 20K

Author's summary: Steve wakes to the sound of someone moving about in the kitchen below him. He lies for a few moments, trying to recall—a dream?

He looks over at the nightstand and there is a piece of card propped up there. He reaches out to take it.

You are Captain America. You are Steve Rogers. It is 1956. You are married to Peggy Rogers, nee Carter. You live in New Jersey. Sometimes you have trouble remembering.

Steve Rogers wakes up on Tuesday October 30 1956, and doesn't seem to remember his life that well. Why does every day feel so familiar? And why does he keep getting visited by tall, dark, handsome men who remind him of Bucky?

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[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 4: Captain America: The Winter Soldier - Partners in crime

Part 9:

As soon as we were done talking, I found a room and I looked through all the files that Maria gave us. It’s crazy how easily HYDRA grew in SHIELD. We were so quick to believe that the agency worked perfectly.

The knock on the door was quick to make me lose concentration. “Come in,” I said and the door opened, revealing Steve. He had a small smile on his face as he stepped inside.

“Am I bothering?” He asked before closing the door. “No, just looking over some stuff.”

Pulling out the chair in front of me, he sat down, looking around the room and then at me. “What’s up?” I asked. “Did something happen with you two? Romanoff is awfully mean and she’s not here with you,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair. This man lives off of gossip.

Clearing my throat I glanced down at my papers, trying to find the right words to say. “Uhm… we had a fight, and it… Damn I don’t know, it really seems to be a tough thing to roll over… I- I don’t know Steve it was bad,” I ran a hand over my face and took a deep breath in. “Was it serious?” “Yeah, trust issues overall. That’s pretty serious,” I dropped a file into my bag. “We’ve been together for a while now and I still feel like I know nothing about her life before SHIELD. And I’ve told her a million times that whatever she did, I would accept it and know that it was against her will, but no. Nothing. I’ve been patient long enough, I need her to give something to me but she’s not willing to do so… I told her if she learned how a relationship works, she can talk to me.” “Don’t you think it was a little harsh?” He asked with a frown but also a concerned look. “She questioned whether it’s important that I know about her past life, so no, I don’t think it was harsh.” “Alright, but you guys should definitely clear things up.” “I don’t know…” I sighed and my shoulders dropped. “I need to ask you something though,” his words made me look at him. “What do you know about Bucky?” His sad eyes were a pity to look at.

“Surprised it wasn’t the first thing you asked,” I smirked and he just shrugged. “Ugh Barnes, I met him when I was in the Red Room, he was a trainer. We had missions together, but he mostly trained us. He was basically programmed to do so. What do you know about that controlling thing?” I asked. “I know nothing. I thought he had been dead since 1945 until I saw him on the bridge today.” “Oh boy, okay. Well, I don’t know the follow-up story but he is controlled by HYDRA. James had subsequently been brainwashed and armed with a new cybernetic arm in order to become their operative, known as the Winter Soldier. He didn’t remember much about his past and what he had done but he remembered the war. Always talked about his friend but never named him. But now I know it’s you,” I gave him a small smile and he was almost shy about the mention. “James is a good man, and he saved me multiple times. Even though I met him when he was a madman, I know once we rescue him, it’ll be alright.”

And there was another knock on the door, but they didn’t wait for an answer, they just opened the door. Steve and I both turned towards the entrance, where Natasha’s head poked inside. “Can I talk to her, Rogers?” She asked. I saw Steve take a glance at me then stood up. “Yeah, sure. We were done anyway. Thank you, Y/n,” his small smile was a sweet action. “Anytime.”

Once Steve left, Natasha was standing by the door for a couple of minutes. Arms crossed, I think she was lost in why she was actually here. “So that’s it?” Her sudden words made me look at her. “Did you realize why your life matters in a relationship?” I turned my whole body towards her.

She scoffed and shook her head. “Why do you want to know?” “Because you watched me suffer through nights and days because of what happened to me, and you were there for me. And I’m not gonna let you agonize over whatever you’ve gone through within yourself. Natasha I want to be there for you, but I can’t if you won’t let me. So if you think that it’s still hard for you to open up, then maybe it’s better we break up. Maybe we rushed things and didn’t look forward,” I said, already feeling the knot in my throat. I felt my hands shake, and drip from sweat.

Natasha did not look at me. She bounced her leg, and couldn’t move away from the door. “I’m sorry I can’t be what you need,” she took one last glance at me and if she looked away one second earlier I couldn’t have seen her glossy green eyes.

The door closed softly but quickly. Feeling the warm tears run down my burning cheeks, I just kept staring at the metal door, knowing that she won’t run back to me and hold me in her arms.

***

Couple hours later we found ourselves outside of the SHIELD compound. Natasha being undercover and Fury laying low, Steve, Maria, Sam, and I made our way inside.

Not gonna lie it was an easy way in. “Is Rumlow still alive?” I asked. “Probably, but not for long,” Sam spoke. “I’m so ready to end this, not gonna lie,” I added with a sigh. “We’re almost there,” Steve patted my shoulder.

Canceling the earpieces of the agents in the control room, we just waited for someone to open the door. Seconds later an agent stood in front of us. Sam and Maria held a gun at him while Steve stood in front with me behind. “Excuse us,” the tech guy held his hands up and stepped aside to let us enter.

Steve took over the mic and made his big hero speech, exposing HYDRA and speaking about the Helicarriers. “Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head?” Sam stepped up to him and I had to chuckle at his words. Sometimes I don’t know if he’s joking or just simply a fan of Rogers.

Making our way to the Helicarriers, Maria stayed behind and informed us from the HQ. “They're initiating launch,” she said. “Great, now we have to be quick,” I murmured.

“Hey, Cap, how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?” Sam asked as we were running. “If they're shooting at you, they're bad.” “Wow, wise words, Captain,” as I said that, I lifted off the ground since they already knew that we were there. Sam, in his Falcon suit, follows me and flies off while Steve heads down, the HYDRA agents start shooting at us, and Sam flew around to avoid getting shot. I surrounded myself with a shield and looked around. “Hey, Cap, I found those bad guys you were talking about,” Sam spoke over comms. “You okay?” “I'm not dead yet.”

Flying up the Helicarrier I saw how Steve was struggling to get through. “I’m in position,” spoke over the comms. Using my powers I threw some heavy equipment at a group of HYDRA agents who were going after Steve. “Thanks,” he said through heavy breaths. “Falcon, status?” Maria spoke. “Engaging,” seeing Sam land on another ship, I took out my chip. Looking for the right place, I inserted it into the system and saw the data go through.”Alpha locked.” “Nice job, Stark,” said Maria. “Thanks.” Just after that Sam locked the second one.

“The Winter Soldier is on sight,” heard Maria’s words and I flew off immediately. “I’m on my way. Steve, get the third quick.”

Bucky fired at the SHIELD pilots and agents killing them all. Before he could shoot another grenade I caught it and it blew up within a fire shield. “Come on Barnes, we’ve been here before, can’t you learn that you’re not gonna win?” I spoke as I walked closer to him. Dropping his gun he ran at me, and I did the same. His moves were quick but I knew all of them. Dodging one of his punches, I was quick to hit up his chin. He grabbed my arm and twisted it before landing a kick to my stomach. “Your fucking fetish of kicking me in the stomach,” I cuffed but grabbed a knife out of his pockets and tried to stab him but he caught my hand. “ты слаб, (You’re weak)” he said and I shook my head. “I love how you forget my powers,” and with that, I grabbed his metal arm and started heating it. He tried to pull away but I didn’t let him. When I saw that it started melting, I let him go and kicked him far away.

Turning around I helped some of the SHIELD agents hold back the HYDRA ones, but then there was a gunshot. Looking down at my stomach, I saw deep red blood gushing out of my upper stomach. I touched the wound with trembling hands and slowly turned around, but all I could see was James taking off in a Quinjet. “Barnes… he’s ugh, he’s in a jet going up the Helicarrier,” I reported. “Yeah, I noticed,” Sam panted. “Where are you, I need a ride,” he said. “I can’t fly, I’ve been shot,” I took a heavy breath in, gal Ching down at the wound. “But I can go on foot, in a second,” I murmured. “Rumlow’s headed to the Council, get Stark and go after him,” Maria said over comms. “Got it.”

I had to get up before Sam arrived so with a deep breath a burned the exit wound, a loud scream was all I could make. “Huh, okay… I don’t think I will ever get used to this,” I panted and stood up. Then Wilson was nearing me. “Are you okay?” He asked and I nodded. “Let’s get this son of a bitch.”

Going up the stairs, I was at the front and Sam was checking the back. “Can we make a bet?” I suggested. “What type?” “Whoever gets Rumlow pays for the drinks later,” I said and he chuckled quietly. “You’re on.”

After reaching an office space we took cover. “I'm on forty-one, headed towards the southwest stairwell,” Rumlow opened the door and before I could get him, Sam attacked him but after a few punches, he was down. “This is gonna hurt. There are no prisoners with HYDRA, just order. And order only comes through pain. You ready for yours?” He took his vest off. “Dude, what are you talking about?” I sighed. “Man shut the hell up,” Sam spoke too. “Two against one, I don’t think you have a way out of this,” I walked slowly to the other side of Rumlow. “Oh yeah? What can you do to me?” He smugly shrugged. “I have my ways,” I said before kicking his feet out. Sam quickly started punching him but Rumlow shook him off and stood up. “Come on, Stark. That’s all you’ve got?” He rounded me, and with a blast to his face, I climbed onto a desk, and with a swift move I wrapped my legs around his neck and brought him to the ground. “Oh Rumlow, STRIKE has taught you nothing? Widows always win,” and with a punch to his face, he lost consciousness. “Sam?” I glanced at him and he held a hand to his head. “I’m buying drinks.”

We stood at the window, watching the Helicarriers as they were firing at each other. “We need to get out of here,” I said. “But you won’t,” we heard the voice, and turning around we saw Rumlow barely standing up with a gun in hand. “Why is he doing this?” I murmured. “He’s a maniac, what did you expect?” “Get down,” I said lowly. “What?” Sam asked confusedly. “Get down,” I pushed him down and sent a big blast at Rumlow, which took him down. “Y/n we have to go,” Same shouted. I turned around and saw the Helicarrier was about to crash into the building. “Please, tell me you got that chopper in the air!” Sam spoke into the comms as we were running away from the crash. “Where are you?” Natasha’s voice rang through my ears. “41st floor, northwest corner!” “We're on it, stay where you are,” said Romanoff. We were desperately trying to get away from the destruction the Helicarrier was causing to the building. “Not an option,” I said. “Sam, you have to hold on okay? I’m gonna jump, and you can’t let go of me,” I said and grabbed his arm. “Oh man, please don’t kill me,” he said and held onto my shoulders.

I created a shield around us, and with high speed, we flew out of the building. The chopper was just below us, and I flew us to it. I placed Sam in the helicopter and then took a glance at the compound. “I’m gonna get Steve,” and with that, I flew off, but as I was about to reach the Helicarrier I was shot once again.

My legs let loose along my arms and I soon started falling from the sky. Coming in and out of consciousness, I felt a burning pain in my abdomen before falling into the water and passing out.

I was getting dragged by my suit which was soaking wet. I could still feel the pain in my side from the bullet, but at least I was alive.

Opening my eyes, I blinked multiple times before I could see clearly. Looking to the side I saw Steve’s limp body. Trying to reach up to the hand that was dragging us I groaned as my injured side was holding me back.

The person stopped and let us go. My head hit the ground and I could clearly see who it was. James.

Cut on his left cheek and multiple bruises across his face. His eyes were soft but scared. He’s back. “James…” I cuffed up some water but he heard me and looked down. “I’m gonna find our daughter.” He didn’t say anything else, just limped away.

“Daughter? You have a daughter?” Steve mumbled from next to me. Barely able to speak. “I’ll tell you later.”

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little situation | part 2.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader 

Word Count: 2.0k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

Steve didn’t realize how small his couch was until he had to sleep on it. He tossed and turned until he found a semi-decent sleeping position. It felt weird when he woke up, not at 6 a.m. S.H.I.E.L.D. had given him a week off for the new adjustment with you and he thought it’d be best to forgo his usual routine until you both had adjusted.

So instead of going for a morning run, Steve got up and quietly slipped into his bathroom to get ready. As he stepped out of the bathroom, you rose to life. Steve waited for you to stretch and put your hearing aids back in before speaking.

“We’ll get breakfast and then go shopping.”

“Okay.”

He left so you could get ready. You stepped out in a different zip up hoodie and the same leggings. The only shoes you had were the ones that the random agent gave you, still too big no matter how tightly the laces were pulled. Steve noticed the change in hair color after you came out of the shower, having shampooed and conditioned more times than probably healthy for your hair, but he didn’t say anything. When the two of you reached the street, Steve realized he had already messed up and the day hadn’t even begun.

You had taken a taxi home from the airport because he had been taken to the airport by a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to fight the Battle of New York. Now this morning, looking at the street he saw his mode of transportation. A motorcycle. That didn’t even have a sidecar or helmet. He didn’t need Clint to tell him this was absolutely not safe for a child. He opened his phone to call Natasha.

“I don’t have a car.”

“Can you drive one?”

“I… no.”

“I’ll tell Nick I can’t come in today.”

You and Steve looked comical as you both sat on the curb waiting for Nat. He was already trying to think about how he was going to rearrange his schedule. He had to find some time to learn to drive, and then get the license… and learn sign language from Clint, and take care of you, and find a babysitter when he went on missions, and… Steve shook his head. The list was getting longer and longer and he was starting to question if twenty-four hours was enough in a single day to do even half of the list. He also had the growing realization that he now had to catch up to the twenty-first century quicker than he had planned.

Nat finally showed up and Steve opened the backdoor for you to climb in. The three of you stopped at a cafe for breakfast. They watched you take small bites and not talk as everyone ate.

“You changed your hair,” Nat commented. “It’s pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“Did you do it this morning?”

“Unh-unh. Last night. Ste— Da— He did it.”

You pointed your fork at Steve. They both saw how you tried to figure out what to call him but none of the words seemed to fit right in your mouth. And Steve was no help because he didn’t know himself what sounded right. So for now you both seemed to accept the vague word of ‘he’.

“Good work, Rogers,” Nat said.

Breakfast was finished and the first place it was agreed that you would stop was the clothing store. You got fitted for a couple pairs of shoes and clothes. Nat and Steve let the store clerk lead you around and find things that you liked. They hung a ways back so they could talk.

“It’s blonde.”

“Yeah, definitely mine then.”

“You ready for this?”

“Not at all.”

“Everyone would understand if—”

“Nat. She’s my kid. I’m not adding onto her problems by giving her away.”

“Alright. You know they’re going to train her right?”

“What?”

“Steve, this isn’t a normal child. If Nick just wanted to tell you she was yours, you might never have actually known. She’s a mini super-soldier and trained by HYDRA. The agency isn’t going to let it go.”

“They can train her all they want, she doesn’t fight.”

“Steve…”

“No. That’s a child. Normal or not. She doesn’t fight.”

“Okay, Captain. But when the time comes, I don’t know if you’ll have much of a choice… oh that jacket looks nice.” Nat’s voice changed so quickly as you approached them.

You frowned and looked at Steve, pointing to the flowers on the jean jacket. “I can’t tell—”

“Light purple.”

Steve quickly answered, sensing how you were growing frustrated. He used to be like that when he came across certain shades that made it damn near impossible to try and guess. He relied on Bucky usually to subtly tell him which color he was looking at and would always just say dark or light because using the specific color name meant nothing to Steve.

“I want blue but light like this.”

Steve nodded and walked with you to where you had found the jackets. He sorted through until he found the pale turquoise flowers decorating one. You nodded and shrugged out of the other jean jacket to put it back on the rack. The bags were reasonable, you only bought enough. It was two loads of laundry at the absolute most.

The furniture was even quicker than clothes. You lived a simple life but Steve wasn’t sure if that was your actual personality or if it was because that’s how HYDRA forced you to live. It was just a bed— mattress ordered for delivery— a dresser and bookshelf. Steve had to convince you to buy a singular nightstand and lamp.

“Do you guys have dinner?” Nat asked as the car pulled up in front of the apartment building.

“We still have some leftover pizza.”

“I hope you’re not going to feed the kid pizza every night.”

“We’ll go grocery shopping after we put up the stuff. The store’s a five minute walk… oh, be careful Sarah, or not.”

Both Steve and Nat looked in surprise as you lifted the two large boxes that held the pieces that made up your dresser and bookshelf. It shifted a little and Steve grabbed the bigger of the two boxes from you, handing you the smaller nightstand instead. You weren’t as strong as him having only half of his serum-jacked genes but you were clearly stronger than the average twelve year old.

“We’ll be fine Nat, thank you. I’ll see you next week.”

“Thank you, Ms. Natasha,” you said before walking up the stairs to enter the building.

Steve gave a final waved to his friend before rushing to follow you. The mattress arrived just as you two came from the grocery store. You put up the groceries while Steve started to set up the furniture. It had been a day and even though the kitchen was now fully stocked, both you and Steve agreed on finishing the leftover pizza.

“Your mother, Elise. What was she like?” Steve asked, tentatively. He didn’t want to upset you like yesterday.

You looked at the pizza and then Steve, before sighing in resolve. There wasn’t much you could remember about her now. Her face was even starting to become fuzzy, they killed her the day after you had turned seven. She was your teacher and only friendly face. Big hair, she had big hair.

“She was nice.”

The DMV lady was also nice. She let you sit in her office while Steve was learning to drive. He had a week. He really had all the time in the world but Steve felt he needed to learn as quickly as possible and was determined to do it before going back to work. So Nat dropped you two off at the DMV and the nice lady let you sit in her office. You were watching TV in the break room, intrigued since you had never been allowed to watch TV before.

“You’re doing good, Captain Rogers.”

Steve almost laughed, even the DMV people used his title.

“Not quite a motorcycle.”

The lesson continued for another hour, Steve picking up everything quickly— minus his slightly too wide turns. He thanked the instructor and they both exited the car and stepped back into the building. The office lady directed Steve towards the break room where you still were. He heard the workers whispering to themselves as he walked by, people tended to forget he had super hearing not just strength.

Most of it was about you, trying to figure out who’s kid it was because no one believed it was Steve’s. The most funny but incorrect one was that you were related to Happy Sam Sawyer— one of his former Howling Commandos and the only black one— and had no family left or maybe were just visiting and that’s why you were there.

“Sarah, we’re all done.”

You looked over your shoulder to see Steve in the doorway. You jumped up from the couch and followed him out the building to the bus stop. Nat couldn’t pick you up since she actually had work. Steve and you got off two stops early to your confusion.

“Your apartment isn’t on this street.”

“Your file said your mom taught you a lot. I figured you’d want some books.”

Even after watching your eyes light up in the store, Steve noticed the two of you walked out with only three books. One fiction, two not. He came to the conclusion that the simple life wasn’t your style but the only way HYDRA had allowed you to live.

You sat at the table while Steve cooked dinner. He was pretty sure snacks weren’t supposed to be before dinner but he gave you one of those weird popsicles in a plastic tube. You munched on it while reading a textbook.

“Anything interesting?” Steve asked, in attempts to make some form of conversation.

You looked up at him, mouth stained purple.

“The Romans used to make dodecahedrons out of bronze mainly. And Tomoko Fuse made an icosidodecahedron out of a single sheet of colored paper which seems impossible.”

“Icosidode… what?”

“Icosidodecahedron. A polyhedron with thirty-two faces, not all the same shape. Polyhedrons are 3-D objects made of polygons since polygons are only two dimensional and the icosidodecahedron uses triangles and pentagons as its poly— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t trying to sound precocious, you just asked me to explain and, and…”

Steve set the spoon down and rushed over to where you were crying. What did HYDRA do to you?

“Woah, woah, woah, Sarah. Calm down. Calm down please.” Steve placed a hand on your knee. “Hey, hey, come on, doll don’t cry please. You’re not being precocious. You like this stuff and I asked you to explain.”

“They didn’t like it when I sounded too smart.”

“Well we’re not with them anymore are we? You’re smarter than me kid, that’s cool, okay. Whenever you want to share some smart thing with me, don’t hesitate. So icosidodecahelion?”

“Hedron,” you whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Icosidodecahedron.”

“Same difference, right?”

Steve smiled when you made a face as if he was dumb. That was the reaction he was looking for, something other than crying. He wiped at your tears and returned to the stove, asking you to finish your explanation from before the tears had started.

“Can we make one?” you asked as Steve set down the plate of pasta.

“Um, sure. What do we need?”

“I want to make it out of straws and ribbon.”

“Okay. We’ll get it tomorrow? After my lesson?”

You nodded and began to eat dinner. After you bid him a goodnight, Steve climbed into his bed thankful to not use the couch again. He groaned and rubbed his eyes wondering what he just agreed to make. He wasn’t sure if he was even going to remember the name by tomorrow afternoon.

More importantly he was worried about you hitting a breaking point. This was the second time in only three days something he’s done had made you cry. He was unsure about what caused a negative reaction and reminded you of HYDRA. Steve sat up again and grabbed his laptop and opened it up.

“Hi, Clint.”

“We’re learning emotions today, Cap. Do you remember the alphabet?”

(Part 3)...

[fangirlinsweden]

Just One Kiss: Part 18

Part 18: Road Less Travled

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Nerves, impatience, hard words, arguments (kind of) and loaded discussions

Count: about 3200 words

Summary: You have been suspended from work and do not know what to do with yourself. Then in just a matter of hours, you find yourself on a plane to Montana to stay with people you have never met before. And as if that is not enough one of the men you are supposed to get to know is handsome enough to make your knees shake.

A/N: I do not know anything about the professions that are detailed in this story. I have googled most things I did not know and therefore there can be some inconsistency.

English is not my first language, so there will be mistakes.

And a big thank you to the amazing @dreamcatchernightsky not only for giving great support and helping me stay motivated but also for the amazing dividers for this story. You are AMAZING!

I also want to give a big thanks to @banditthewriter   & @kaunis-sielu & @maw000 or their support! Thank you!

And a big thank you to my incredible Cat for being my beta reader! As well as @dreamcatchernightsky

You lay awake thinking of Steve when you heard someone opening the door in the hallway. Since Nat’s room was the closest, you figured she wanted a snack or something. She had been kind of off earlier when you had gotten in after you met Steve in the stables. Maybe she could not sleep. You put on a robe and went to the door to go down and see if she wanted to talk. When you came to the stairs you heard the front door open and close, so you walked down slowly. In the window, you saw Nat walking towards a tree. A man came out of the shadows and they stood looking at each other for a while before Nat hugged him. It must be a friend, maybe even Bucky. You yawned and looked at Steve's door. You wanted to go there and crawl down in his bed, but it would not be right, and if Nat came back... It was not how you wanted Nat to find out about Steve and you. You looked out again and Nat and the man had disappeared. Maybe Nat would come and talk to you after? Either way, it was back to bed. You cast one last look at Steve's bedroom door before going to your room. 

Nat walked out into the night and heard sounds that she had all but grown up with. It was quiet, but at the same time kind of loud. The sounds of the animals, the night creatures, and the smell of, well, Montana. Nat took a deep breath and started towards the tree. Where was he? When she was just a few metres from the tree, he stepped out of the shadows. A part of her thought he was not going to come, but she should have known she could always trust him. Even now, with all they had been through, he was still there for her.  “Nat,” he said and his voice still made her feel safe.  “Hi,” she said, and there they stood looking at each other. Who would make the first move was not something Nat could predict, but suddenly she was in his strong, safe arms again. He still smelled the same, just as she noticed earlier that day when they had hugged. “Thank you for coming out,” Nat whispered into his shoulder. “You know I am always here for you,” Bucky answered, and let go of her slowly. They looked at each other again and Nat knew she had to say what she was thinking. “Peter thinks I have villainised Steve and that I am acting like a spoiled brat,” she got out. Bucky let out a low chuckle.  “You agree?” Nat crossed her arms. Bucky swung an arm around her shoulders and together they started walking away from the trees, away from the house. “Both yes and no,” Bucky answered after a moment of silence. Nat makes a noise but doesn't say anything. “Nat, look at how you have treated Steve since your mother died. You were not the only one that was struggling. Hell, you took it out on everyone, not just Steve.” Nat stopped and looked at him. “Don’t make this about us.” She pushed off Bucky’s arm.  “I am not trying to, Nat,” Bucky groaned. “I am making this about everyone in this town.” “What do you mean? I still have contact with everyone,” Nat raised an eyebrow. “You do? Really?” Bucky looked unimpressed. “I thought you only talked to Peter.” “No.” Nat started to feel small. Who was she really in contact with other than Peter? She talked to people when she visited, but not anything else. Never in-between visits. “Fuck.” She breathed out. “You just shut everyone out.” Bucky took  a step back. Nat looked up at him with big eyes. “It…… it just got so hard,” Nat let out in a shaky voice. “I didn't just lose my mom and step-dad, I lost you as well.” 

Bucky felt like he just got gut-punched. She lost him? No, it was the other way around. His mind went over the way things had ended and how he been feeling after. All the calls, the letters.  “You never lost me!” Bucky tried keeping his emotions in control, but knew by how Nat looked at him that he did not do a good job. “You ended things with me when I said that I was going into the Army. You left and did not look back. Never answered my calls or my letters.” Nat’s eyes filled with tears.  “I wanted you to fight for me,” Nat yelled out. “I wanted you to come to New York for me.” Bucky shook his head.  “I did fight for us. I couldn't follow you to New York. I was already in basic training when you moved.” Bucky looked away towards the house hoping nobody heard them. “Why did you not leave,” Nat demanded. “Because I needed to become something. I needed to find me,” Bucky explained and sighed. He felt so tired all of a sudden.  “Why could you not do that with me in New York?” Nat looked at him again. The tears in her eyes made his chest hurt.  “Because New York was your dream,” Bucky answered honestly. “It was never mine. I don’t belong in big crowded cities. I need the clean air and the freedom out here. More now than then. But this is were I belong.” He gestured around them.  “But why the Army?” Nat took a deep breath. “I thought I would be good at it,” Bucky admitted. “I didn't just want to be a ranch hand. And you know what, I was really good at it. It fit like a glove. Until it didn’t anymore.” Bucky looked away from Nat. He was not ready to tell her what had happened. Maybe she knew. Maybe Steve or Peter had told her. But either way, it was not going to come out of him now. Bucky took a couple of deep breaths and tried to ground himself. Remind himself where he was and that he was safe. He looked back at Nat.  “I think we got off the subject,” Bucky cleared his throat. 

Nat felt like he was avoiding something, but decided to drop it for now.  “We were talking about Steve and you,” Bucky continued. Nat nodded. “I think you should take this time with him and try and see him for who he really is,” Bucky said. “Try and take away the picture you have in your head.” Nat nodded. It was similar to what Peter had said. “Maybe talk to people around here and in town to see him.” “What do you mean?” Nat narrowed her eyes. “You know that people in town can’t keep anything secret and that they will tell you the truth,” Bucky smirked. “Listen to the gossip and all that and you will see.” Nat nodded. “That is kind of what Peter said, well not listening to gossip and all that,” Nat smiled.  “So you are going to try?” Bucky asked.  “Yes, I am,” Nat smiled again looking up at him. Something inside her kind of snapped. She realized that she wanted to kiss him. Just as she was going to take a step forward and kiss him, Bucky looked away. “Is there anything else you need to talk about?” He was putting up a wall between them, and she wanted to take a sledgehammer to it and get through to him. How could he be so different, but still the same? What had he been through? She had pushed him away and she did not want to do that anymore. Coming here and seeing him for real for the first time in years she realised something: Bucky was still the one for her. She still loved him and that explained why no relationship had worked out over the years. In her heart she had known they would never be Bucky. Nat took a hold of Bucky's hand and he looked at her.  "I am so sorry for how I handled it all," Nat swallowed hard. "I should have tried putting myself in your shoes as well as actually listening to you." Bucky squeezes her hand. "It's all long ago," Bucky clears his throat. "We were just kids." "We are not kids anymore," Nat looks at him.  "No," Bucky agrees. Nat takes a step forward and lifts her other hand to Bucky's face. He went still and it was almost as he was holding his breath. Nat showed what she intended to do, but Bucky just stood there. She slowly came closer and closer until she knew he would be feeling her breath on his lips. He still stood still. So she kissed him. One hand in his soft hair and the other around his neck. The taste of him was everything she remembered and more. How had she been able to live without it for so long? Bucky started to kiss her back and soonthey were making out, almost as they had when they were teenagers. She could not get enough of him, and it seemed as he felt the same. Suddenly Bucky took pushed her away.

“Damn you, Nat,” Bucky glared at her with heat in his eyes. “You can’t just come back and do this to me.” He turned around and stalked away from her. Since he never lookedback, he missed the big smile on Nat’s lips. Nat now knew what she wanted and she would not give upuntil Bucky was hers again. This was the reason she never found someone to love, because Bucky was her one. The only one. She really hoped he felt the same way. With a big smile and a mind full of hope for the future, Nat made her way back to the ranch house and up to her room. 

The next morning Y/N woke up with a big smile on her lips. She had never heard Nat come back in yesterday but figured that her friend would not have been out all night. Y/N went down to the kitchen and started breakfast. It was still early but she knew that both Steve and Peter would be up and about. After putting on the coffee and starting the bacon and eggs, you made the table. The coffee was almost ready when Steve walked into the kitchen. The sight of him coming in and taking off his hat made her weak in the knees. She wanted to go over to him and jump up in his arms and kiss him. Steve must have seen something in her eyes because before she even took a step forward he shook his head ever so slightly. The door closed behind him and in walked Peter.  “Good morning,” you greeted them, grateful that you had not acted on your impulse. “Breakfast is almost ready.” They greeted you back and you turned to the stove to stir the eggs. Peter and Steve washed their hands and you could hear them talking about the farm and things that needed to be done. It seemed that they had a full day ahead of them before the cattle drive guest would arrive. Hearing their voices talking about the farm made you feel relaxed and happy. The tension between Steve and Peter seemed to have become less as well. You took that as a good sign. 

Steve came over to the stove and helped you put the breakfast on the table. Just as you were pouring your second cup of coffee, Nat came into the kitchen. She looked tired and you could almost feel the tension increasing in the room with every centimeter she came into it. You had set the table with a plate for her as well, even though you had not thought she would be up this early.  “Good morning,” Nat said and almost looked uneasy. Steve smiled and poured coffee into her mug. “This smells amazing,” Nat smiled thankfully as she sat down at the table.  “Y/N makes a mean breakfast,” Peter looked at Nat. “I know. I missed it while she has been here,” Nat looked at you.  “Well, then dig in.” You made a gesture to the food on the table. Everybody did, but you. Instead, you just looked around the table feeling content. You could feel Steve's eyes on you even before you turned your head towards him. His eyes met yours and you smiled at him. Under the table, he ran a foot up and down your leg. It was like he could not keep his hands - or in this case his leg - off you. It made you feel warm inside. The breakfast was pleasant and even though there was still some tension in the air, you decided to ignore it.

When breakfast was finished, Steve stood up. "Anyone up for a ride to check some of the property fences?" You could feel Steve's eyes on you, but you did not want to seem too eager.  “I still have some chores to do,” Peter looked almost smug.  “I am too tired,” Nat yawned. “I also need to rest my ass  for the coming week.” Steve chuckled at that. “Are you sure you still know how to ride?” Steve said teasingly and gave Nat a small nudge . “I mean, it's been years.” “Of course I am sure,” Nat smiled and pushed back at Steve. Peter looked at them and smiled.  “Nat has been out riding some with me,” you said and Steve turned to you. “Well, then I am not worried,” Steve put an arm around Nat, but still kept his eyes on you. There was a sparkle in his eyes and it was so hard not to go over there and just pull everyone into a hug.  “How about you, Y/N?” Peter asked. “You can go riding with Steve, as you have done most days.” You looked at Peter and felt a blush coming on. Even though you told yourself not to react. “I need to take care of the dishes,” you tried to keep the colour in your face down. “Same rules apply here, as in our apartment,” Nat said and you knew what she meant by that. “What?” Peter asked. “The one that cooks do not do the dishes and clean up after,” you said before Nat could answer.  “Exactly.”” Nat nodded at you and since you wanted to go with Steve you nodded. “I would love to go with you Steve.” You looked at him and saw his smile. “I just need to go up and get ready. Give me five minutes.”  “I will be waiting,” Steve smiled. Neither of them saw the looks that Nat was giving them, but Peter did. 

When you came down the stairs you could hear noises that you associated with doing the dishes as well as talking. Part of you did not want to interrupt what sounded like catching up between family members, but you knew that Steve was waiting on you. As you predicted, the conversation kind of came to a stop when you walked into the kitchen. Steve turned and smiled at you. It was a smile that lit up his whole face and made you feel warm all the way from your head to your toes. “Ready to go?” he asked and you nodded. You said goodbye to Nat and Peter. Outside you put your hands in your pockets so that you would be able to resist touching Steve or holding his hand. “I want to touch you so bad,” Steve got out when you were a few steps from the house.  “Same here,” you smiled at him. “I thought you were going to jump me before breakfast.” Steve looked serious, but his eyes gave him away. “If Peter had not been behind you, that was exactly what I would have done,” you laughed.  “I think that would have shocked him if he had seen that,” Steve laugh. You talked all the way to the stable, then inside the stables he stopped and looked at you. His face was more serious now. “How are we going to be able to keep this quiet for a whole week?” He looked down at the ground. “How am I supposed to keep my hands away from you?” You looked around and when you did not see anyone, you took his hand and dragged him into his office. He closed the door behind him and then turned you around so that you were pressed between him and the door.  “I know, I have been wondering the same.” You looked up at him. “I figured that we might have to sneak away for some alone time after we settle in for the night.” He nodded at this before he closed the gap between your lips. Your arms automatically went up around his shoulders and you hung on to him with all your might. Every kiss was addictive. It was as if you could not get enough of him.

There was a knock on the office door that made the two of you break apart. Steve went around his desk and you opened the door, to find Bucky outside.  “I will just go get the horses ready,” you said to Steve after greeting Bucky. You walked out and took a couple of deep breaths. That had been close.

Nat walked to the window to look after Y/N and Steve when they left the house.  “I see now what you mean about Y/N and Steve,” she nodded to where the two of them were talking and laughing. “I don’t think I have ever seen Steve smile as much as he does now,” Nat confessed.  “I know,” Peter smiled. “Y/N has a positive influence on him and she clearly make him very happy”. Something in Peter's eyes made Nat narrow hers. “What have you done?” Nat wondered and Peter just smiled. “Peter,” She warned and raised an eyebrow. Peter raised his hands. “I have not done anything,” he smirked. “Yet.” “Peter,” She said again and took a step closer.  “I have a plan for getting them together,” Peter still smirked and Nat turned to him. “You have?” Nat lifted an eyebrow. “How can you be sure they are not already together?” “Please,” Peter snorted. “We both know Steve and how slow he is with things. He needs to think everything through first and I am pretty sure he would not want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.” Nat nodded, that was true. She had spent a lot of time lately trying to see Steve in another light. “Tell me about your plan,” Nat leaned a bit closer.

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Kicking Up Dust - Part 7

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None in this chapter - just a protective Bucky. More sexy times to follow!

A/N: Takes place after ‘Falcon and the Winter Soldier’ with one major exception - Steve Rogers is not dead. He stepped down. This is in line with my Crossroads story. There will also be a parallel Steve story coming.

Part 6 or Master List

You rolled over to the morning sun in your eyes and an empty bed. Craning your neck to see the 7:12 on the bedside clock, you felt the twinge of muscles that had not been so thoroughly worked over in a while. Bucky woke you in the middle of night, his mouth upon your skin and left you sweating and devoid of bone. He’d been wrapped tightly to your back, holding you spooned against him, when you’d fallen back to sleep.

Curiosity urged you out of bed. Donning a bathrobe, you padded downstairs. Fresh coffee waited in the pot. You poured yourself a cup before exploring the house for him. The rooms were silent and the back door was still locked. Eventually, you peeked out the front window and found him sitting on the porch writing in a journal.

Bucky’s head popped up when you opened the door.

“Am I interrupting?” You asked.

He set the journal and pen aside before extended a hand to you. Taking it, he gently pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you. “I couldn’t sleep any longer and didn’t want to wake you.” His hand slid beneath the robe to rest on your bare thigh. “I can’t seem to keep from touching you.”

You ran your fingers through the hair that stuck up at the back of his head. “I’m not complaining.”

“Good.” Bucky pressed kissed to your neck.

“I didn’t know you journalled, too.”

“Mm-hmm.” He sighed. “It helped me put all the fragments of my memory in the right places. Now, it’s become habit.”

“Something you and your sister have in common.” You sipped at your coffee.

“Yeah. I’m realize how lucky I am that she wrote so much down.” He gently took the coffee from your hand and sipped. You didn’t mind sharing. “How would you like to go into town with me today? I’d like to look up a few of the families that may have known her.”

You nodded. “Okay, sure. Any particular reason? Or is it just curiosity?”

“Something just feels off. I don’t know.” His brows pulled together. “I still find it really weird that no one ever looted – or even broke into – this place. I did a little digging before I came up. Did you know that before you bought it, no one ever even tried? It’s like someone just sat on it.”

“I brought from a trustee.”

“Hayes and Cooper Limited.”

You nodded, unsurprised that he knew.

“Were you aware that their founding partner died just four months before you bought this place?” When you frowned, he continued. “I think he was sitting on it for some reason. I’d like to see if there’s anyone still at the firm that knows anything, or maybe has files.”

“Alright.” You smiled into your coffee mug. “I’m going to need a shower first.”

Bucky suppressed a smile. “Me too.”

. . .

He just sat on the edge of the tub watching you comb out your wet hair. His eyes followed the movement of your arm, watched the flexing of the muscles in your back. A sly smile lit his face at the faint red marks his fingers left on your hips.

“What?” You asked.

“Just thinking.” He grinned.

“About?”

“Turns of events.” Bucky stood and kissed your shoulder. “Thought this trip would horrible. Figured it would just rip open a bunch of shit and I am pretty much done having wounds ripped open.” His nose skimmed along your neck to your ear. “Instead, I’m actually kinda happy remembering all this stuff. There’s things – pictures and stuff – I never thought I’d see again. And for some completely unknown reason, this really beautiful, really kind, woman actually lets me . . .” He nipped your ear.

“Lets you put your dick in her.” You giggled.

Bucky gauffed in surprise, laughing. “Jesus, Doll.”

You turn in his arms, smiling up at him. “Am I wrong?”

“I was going to say ‘let’s me spend time with her’.” He chuckled. “But yeah, that part is even better.”

“Smiling look damn good on you. You know that?”

He just shook his head, and you swore his cheeks flushed. “Quit your flirting, Doll, or we’re never getting out of here.”

“Don’t want that to happened,” you teased. “I’m starving and you promised to buy me breakfast.”

“Lunch.” He placed a quick kiss upon your lips. “It’s lunchtime, now.” 

The two of you took your truck into town. Given the opportunity, you wanted to pick up some more groceries and packing materials. A little diner on the edge of town had several cars in the parking lot and Bucky could smell good food before he even got out of the truck.

They served breakfast all day, so you still got waffles. Bucky ordered two double bacon burgers with extra fries. He just offered a terse fake smile when the waitress asked, “you sure?”. You doctored up the too dark coffee until Bucky’s index finger lightly tapped the table. You looked up, a brow arched.

“That pizza delivery lady works here, too.” He whispered. “She favoring her left arm now.”  

As you were trying to decern how Bucky knew the waitress slash pizza delivery person was favoring an arm, a local policeman wondered up to your table. Somewhere in his late fifties or early sixties, life left him soft in the middle and hard in the face. Hitching his fingers in his belt just emphasized the barely contained belly.

“You the new owner of the Lewis estate?” He stood close enough to your table that you could smell the stale sweat on him, staring a Bucky.

“Hmm.” You smiled with a non-committal answer. “And you are?”

His gaze remained on Bucky. “Someone asking him a question, that’s who I am.”

Dumb ass, you thought as you watched Bucky’s whole body tense. His face showed no emotion, but every bit of the relaxed features you adored solidified. “You’re talking to the wrong person, officer” You emphasized is title.

“Am I, now?” He didn’t look away from Bucky. You could see the effort it took him to maintain the eye contact.

“Pretty sure it’s my signature on the paperwork. Is there a problem? ‘Cause my food is getting cold.”

He turned physical toward you. “Just wanting to know what connection you got to the Lewis family.”

“She bought the property. That’s it.” Bucky growled. “Now, if you don’t mind.”

“Not an answer.” The officer stood a little taller. “That your truck out there? Maybe I should run your plates.”

“You already have.” Bucky stood up, staring down the cop. “It told you nothin’ so you came over to throw your weight around, hoping to intimate your way to more information. Problem is, pal, you’re not intimidating and there ain’t nothing to learn here.”

“You just sit back down, son.” The officer sounded firm, but you could see his fear. “You don’t want trouble.”

“No, he doesn’t.” You huffed. “Neither do you. If you were just curious maybe try start with a pleasant ‘Hi, welcome to the neighborhood” instead of whatever this is.”

“Best not tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, girl.”

“Best not call her ‘girl’.”

Bucky removed his gloves and jacket. Someone behind you whispered, “Holy shit! That’s the Winter Soldier.” The office looked down at the moving plates of the vibraium arm as Bucky’s fingers closed into a fist. The man had the sense to swallow hard and take a step back.

“Don’t go threatening me.” The cop tried to sound tough, but fear made his voice reedy.

The corner of Bucky’s lip tipped up. “I ain’t threatening anyone. We’re just having a conversation about you no longer being curious about her. Haven’t you heard?” His voice dropped to sub-artic levels. “I’m rehabilitated.”

“Yeah,” You smiled your best fake smile. “Nice to meet you, officer?”

“Whittaker.” Bucky offered. He’d heard someone say his name as they drew the attention of the whole diner. “His name’s Whittaker.”

“Nice to meet you, Officer Whittaker.” You sipped your coffee. “You have a nice day.”

Bucky gave him the scariest smile you’d ever imagined. “Yeah, have a nice day.”

The cop nodded once and left. He didn’t run, but his keys jingled with the speed of his exit.

You returned to your meal, trying to project normalcy as Bucky slipped back into the booth. “Well,” you sighed. “That was interesting.”

As you looked around the diner, the others slowly began to turn their attention away from you. When Bucky rolled his head and softened his posture, they relaxed even more. His eyes locked on two men sitting at the diner counter who continued to stare. He frowned. They both got up from their half eaten meals and left. Neither paid. Hopping into an old Ford, they drove off in the same direction as the cop.

“Do you –,” a voice broke. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Do you want more coffee?”

It was the lady who delivered the pizza. Bucky’s face softened and he slid his cup closer. She poured with very little shake to her hand.

“Thank you.” He smiled, this time with charm. “Are we going to see you at the grocery store, too?”

“Huh?”

“You delivered the pizza. I was just wondering how many jobs you have around here.” Bucky grinned.

“Oh, uh.” She topped off your cup as well. “I got a few.” She just stood for a moment, chewing her lower lip.

Bucky pointed to the empty seats at the counter. “Seems like you had those guys skip out on their tab.”

“Bobby and Mic don’t pay hardly ever.” She waved a dismissive hand. “Just easier.”

You frowned, wondering what it was easier than.

“Can I get anything else?” She swallowed, nervously. “Pie? The apple is fresh.”

“A slice of apple pie would be great.” Bucky smiled.

When she walked away, you arched a curious brow. Buck gave you the slightest shake of his head. There were too many people in the diner still paying attention to you. He inhaled the final bites of his burger and you went back to eating.

Your original waitress remained on the far side of the diner as the beaten looking woman brought Bucky a piece of pie. She set it and fresh fork in a paper napkin on the table and quickly retreated. He took up the fork and ate the pie in five large bites.

Pulling out his wallet, he lifted a finger to ask for the bill. “Let’s go.” He muttered.

When your original waitress came over with the ticket, Bucky stood skillfully hideing their transaction from others. He handed her a hundred dollar bill. “Go ahead and keep the change.” Her mouth fell open. He pulled out another hundred. “This is for the other gal. Those jerks stiffed her of a tip.” She looked up with eyes full of surprise. Bucky gently closed her fingers around the money. “There’s no way either of you get paid enough to do this job. Take it, please. Best not to tell anyone else.”

“Wow,” She chuckled. “Thanks.”

Once in the privacy of your truck, you sat back with a sigh. “What the hell was that all about?”

Bucky pulled a paper napkin from his front pocket. “According to our waitress, good old Whittaker is ‘connected’. She passed me a note that says, ‘watch your back, he’s got connections’.” He frowned and shook his head. “I doubt either of them have any idea what real connections are.”

“Think it’s got anything to do with his interest in the Lewis family connection?” You started up the truck.

“I think we should go talk to those trustees and then I’m going to make a couple calls when we get back to the house.” Bucky reached over and rested his left hand on your thigh. “Don’t worry, Doll. We’ll get this figured out.”



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Hi! I saw your post about sending titles and ship so here it goes: Stony - That's what he said.

Hopefully I'm still on time. And thank you! Love your fics 😍

very on time! took me a while to get to it (the problems of asking for prompts when i'm sick) but here it is! minor spoilers for she-hulk episode 1 and also warnings for past underage, drinking, and trauma.

that's what he said

it's private, this thing between them. it's private, and steve isn't ashamed of being with tony, but he's not ready for the world to know about them either.

it's just - from the moment erskine signed his paperwork and he shipped off to lehigh, his life has been under constant scrutiny. he was captain america, the uso guy, then he was captain america, the howling commando, and now he's captain america, the avenger, and he can't help but want to keep this small, sweet thing growing between them just for steve rogers.

so there's a night when the team's all together, and there's a night where the asgardian mead's flowing a little too freely, and there's a night where they're all feeling just a little more open than they normally are, and bruce asks about everyone's first time.

he probably should have known better than to ask. theirs is a team full of trauma and hidden pitfalls, and steve can see the moment natasha and tony go quiet. he reaches under the blanket tony's wearing like a burrito and holds onto his hand, silently letting him know that he's there for him. tony leans a little bit more into his side.

"okay, okay, i'll start," bruce says when none of them immediately speak up. then he tells them about meeting betty in undergrad and how he'd finally asked her out at the end of the year and how she'd said "finally" and dragged him up to her room instead.

and then it's clint admitting that he doesn't actually remember the night he probably lost his virginity considering it was an alcohol-soaked night at the circus, but that he counts the night he'd had with coulson when coulson was bringing him in to shield instead.

and clint is followed by tony who simply says that he was fourteen and alone for the first time at mit and so certain he was ready to take on the world.

natasha follows him and tells them about the red room's training and their insistence on making sure their teenage girls were prepared for everything. "he was nicer than he could have been," she says with a shrug that steve can see isn't as casual as she pretends it is.

thor breaks the tension with a very long story about the traditional asgardian orgy following a warrior's first battle, to which the entire team declares, "bullshit!" and then he chuckles and admits that his first was with lady sif, though still following his first battle.

"what about you, steve?" bruce asks once thor is finished.

steve thinks about the hot clench of tony's body around him, about rough hands sliding on slick skin, about tony's low voice whispering, "you're beautiful, you're perfect, you're mine," in steve's ear, about the blue shine of the arc reactor on steve's sheets. he squeezes tony's hand once.

and then he says, "one of the uso girls back in '43."

no one has to know it isn't the truth.