#first time tony sees steve and the suit in the same room and watches steve look up at the suit with so much reverence and respect

[cowboyhorsegirl]

okay. hear me out. bulletpoints

PLEASE i literally have the silver fox skinny steve panels locked and loaded ready to GO!!

(so so very important to me that you know that i have these panels saved as Silver Fox Small Steve 1, 2, and 3 respectively fjdkfjks)

god, just imagine 20-somethings Tony who has marveled at the technological wonder that is the Iron Man suit his whole life just happening across THE Steve Rogers at some bar somewhere and Steve is like "It's been so long since I've served as Iron Man, I didn't know people still cared about that old tin can" and Tony is like "you don't fucking understand i've had figurative wet dreams about the suit (and literal wet dreams about you hahaha 😳😳) and I think you're so goddamn cool" and for some reason Steve has an old version of the suit at his home and he invites Tony over to come tinker around with it in his garage like it's a classic car and Steve is posing like he is in Silver Fox Small Steve 2 (see above) while Tony's elbows deep in the backplate's hydraulic weight redistribution mechanisms and getting all dirty and greasy and Steve is telling Tony about the intricacies of how the suit's power units interface with his cardiovascular system and Tony is hanging on to his every word and maybe Tony is like can I see the ports where the suit connects to you, and Steve takes off his shirt and before anyone knows it Tony is on his knees slonking that man's shit silly style god bless

[f10werfae]

Bimbo Babe

pairing: Steve Rogers x Bimbo!Reader

Summary: Y/n stupidly keeps shoving her tits and pussy into Steve’s face until he finally has enough and has to have them smothering his face (Dom!Steve) (Mean!Steve)

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“Thank you Stevie” Y/n beamed naively, leaning up to press a glossy kiss onto the man’s stubbled cheek, feeling his large hands pull down her skirt once again. “Stop showin’ your ass off like the slut you are, s’not funny” He warned cocking a brow as she stared back seemingly innocent, “What you don’t like it?” She frowned turning around and wiggling her hips against him, not only was she a bimbo, but a tease.

“No panties either? Leaking all over my hand like a broken fountain, you really are a bimbo” He taunted letting his hands feel through her slick folds, all her juicy goodness lathering him in her sweet earthy scent. “Can’t help it, she needs attention” Y/n sighed out, she may not be the smartest woman, but she knew how to get her way; even with Steve Rogers.

Having joined the compound a few months prior as an assistant to Tony, Y/n found herself drawn to the blonde man in the tight blue suit, his bulge and ass teasing the world with each stretch. Their first intimate encounter was one to be remembered,,,

Steve had walked into the compounds laundry room to see Y/n with her tits out of her dress, her hands massaging them tenderly as she hissed out in pain, something about her period coming. “Can you help my tits Stevie? They’re so sore” She whined pressing her breasts together, the blue eyed man standing there wide eyes and bushy tailed, his cheeks a nice hue of pink as he nodded. Walking over he buried his face between her tits, letting himself be smothered by them, her scent filling his nostrils as he pushed the tits to fully cover his ears. His head moving around to suck on each globe evenly, even pushing the nipples together so he could suck them both at the same time, massaging the skin around them to help with her tension.

Spitting down the valley of her breasts he would make her suck her own nipple, joining her and kissing with it between their lips.

“Hmm thank you honey, they feel way better now” Y/n giggled after a good half an hour of Steve just playing and sucking her tits, simply putting them back into her top and walking away as if nothing had happened. As if what happened was somewhat normal, that’s when Steve clocked onto her somewhat lack of intelligence. Although it seemed as if she was only like that to Steve, dumbed out and ready to be taken.

“I think she’s just tingly, can you feel her out?” She whimpered pulling her skirt all the way up, exposing her pussy and ass to Steve, his fingers going in slow circles on her swollen lips, his other arm wrapping around her waist to bring her back closer to him; but this clearly wasn’t the best position.

Within seconds he had lifted her onto the counter, her pussy lips slightly parted against the cool marble as he bent down to look at her cunt, her little clit peeking out shyly as he smirked and leant closer to give it a kiss; watching on as he visibly saw her clench around nothing. “She’s so cute, it’s like she wants to kiss me back” Steve taunted using his pointer finger to rub slowly on her button, his lips kissing Y/n’s cheek sweetly.

Y/n could do nothing but squirm and whine at the sensation, her poor little head couldn’t even fathom the way he was touching her, all she knew was that it felt good and she wanted nothing more than for him to keep going. Turning her head she caught his lips with hers, pecking his reddish lips softly before throwing her head back as she felt his finget prod at her hole.

“Maybe you can put one in? Please”

“I don’t think so, I think i’m going to kiss your pretty pussy until she gives out on my tongue” He kissed his teeth once she jerked her hips forward, if this was the only time he’d be able to do this, he sure was going to savour it. Y/n spread open her pussy, the flesh glistening with her arousal, her face huffed and pouted out desperately.

Bending down Steve placed an open mouthed kiss right onto her cunt, his eyes trained on hers as she gasped, with his tongue pushing out spit to wetten her folds; strings connected his mouth to her warm soft centre. “First I caught you playing with yours tits, now your ass was hanging out, what’s next? You’re naked waitin for me on my bed?”

“I did that yesterday, but you weren’t home” She whispered spitting down onto his tongue which was outstretched, using her own saliva to soak her pussy. “Yeah? Is that why when I got home my pillows were wet? Did you fuck yourself dumb on my pillow?”

“Mhm I-I did” She whimpered as he pushed his tongue in deeper, licking a stripe up to her clit, his mouth suctioning around it to suck gently. “My dumb little baby, walking around half naked like some whore, aren’t I right?” He growled against her thigh as he sucked on it to leave a purplish bruise, putting a matching one on the other thigh, wanting nothing more than for her thighs to clamp around his head to smother him just like her tits.

“I’m not dumb! Im- Ow!” Y/n squealed feeling his teeth sink into her thighs, “Don’t play stupid with me, you’re my bimbo babe, my fuckslut” He smirked giving her pussy another passionate kiss, making her jealous that it wasn’t her actual lips receiving the same attention. It wasn’t long until his kisses turned into a makeout with her cunt, his tongue sucking and licking her clit, as if he was sucking her tongue; which was yet to happen but she hoped it’d be soon.

Y/n felt her stomach start to coil, his slow sensual kissed overstimulating her clit to a point of craziness, his hands locked onto her tits which he had grabbed out of her top, tugging on her nipples as if he was trying to milk them. “Come on baby, wet my tongue with your perfect pussy, m’ getting thirsty; or else i’ll havta knock you up n’ drink from those pretty tits instead”

Honestly Y/n didn’t mind either or, her brain clouded with nothing but want for the man in front of her, want that had started all those months ago.

Picking up the pace he started motor-boating her pussy, squeals and grunts leaving her lips as his tongue went crazy, his face covered in her juices. Steve chuckled like a mad man at the feeling of her thighs finally clamping around his head, her hole sucking in his tongue as she came around it, her body shuddering with each release.

“That’s my pretty bimbo, next I want your ass on my face, can ya do that for me or do I need to show you how to do that too?” I mean he does have America’s ass,,,

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psa: I think this is my first Steve Rogers fic? Hope I did it justice😭

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Caught In A Web ~ 15

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,375

Summary: Natasha and Wanda see what you can do.

Notes: I'm going to be honest, tumblr is acting weird and most of my links aren't working on any of my posts. So good luck. Also, not my best chapter but hopefully it will get better since I'm writing again. (Also, Tony Stark one shot soon anyone?)

“I don’t know how comfortable I am with this.”

“This is necessary, Y/N,” Natasha told you as she set up the training mats. “You’re dating an Avenger. It may not be out to the world but our enemies have a way of finding things out.”

“We’re just trying to make you as safe as possible,” Wanda added.

“I get that… It’s just…” Y/N sighed. “I just don’t feel comfortable with it. It’s the reason why I turned down an official spot on the Team.”

“We won’t go as crazy as we do for Team training,” Natasha said. “Trust me, Wanda and I are in charge of your training routine, not Steve. This will just be a step above normal self-defense training.”

“It’s self-defense training Avengers style!” Wanda said excitedly.

“Besides, do you know much about your powers?”

You shrugged. “I guess not.”

“This will help you see exactly what you can do.”

“I was scared my first times too,” Wanda told you. “Having powers can be scary and you can be constantly be afraid of hurting someone, but the reward of mastering them and feeling confident definitely out ways the negative feelings. I promise you, it will be all worth it.”

“Okay,” you breathed out with a nod. “Let’s do this.”

~~~

The three of you were still in the training room four hours later. You were doing much better than Natasha and Wanda believed that you’d do. Your powers were allowing you to match the stamina of the other two women and learn quickly. It impressed red heads how much your powers heightened your senses, allowing you to defend yourself. You were using your webs and your ability to stick to things off and on. You were even begin to be able to control your stickiness. 

Other Team members had slowly began to gather at the observation windows above, including Tony. Tony didn’t know what to make of this all. You had been so adamant about not being an Avenger, yet here you were passing all of the tests that Wanda and Natasha were throwing at you. He was so proud but terrified at the same time. Imagining you out there, sacrificing your life, made his heart want to beat out of his chest.

“Y/N’s impressive,” Steve said, studying your every move as he stood next to Tony. “She would be a great asset.”

“She already told Fury no,” Tony responded.

“She can still change her mind.” Steve and Tony watched as you using your webs to swing around Wanda and tie her up quickly. Wanda broke use with her powers as Natasha called training done for the day. Steve looked over at the live vitals board, looking for yours. “Her vitals are calmer than Natasha’s.”

“I’m sure Fury is loving that.”

“You’re right, Stark,” Fury said, making his presence known from behind them. “I am loving it. Miss L/N is proving that she could be a vital asset to the Team. I have a feeling that it’s only a matter of time before we see her suited up with the rest of you.”

Clenching his jaw, Tony turned around and exited the observation deck. He headed down the stairs, pausing at the doors that would lead him in to the training room. Taking a deep breath, Tony tried to reign in his varying emotions before entering the room with a false smirk on his face. The facade turned real when you noticed him and you smiled. Your eyes lit up in the way they only did for him as you took the needed steps to meet him half way.

“Did you see me?” You excitedly asked. “I tied Wanda up! Me! I did that!”

“I did,” he responded. “And I’m proud.” He kissed the top of your head as he took you in his arms. He looked over at Natasha and Wanda. “Thank you Red and Little Red for the lesson, but I think I’m going to be taking Y/N back to the lab.”

Natasha’s brow quirked up at the tone Tony was carrying.

“Why the rush, Tin Man?” That confidence that you had underneath the suit slipped out. It had been too long since that side of you had appeared. “Don’t want to see what I can do to you?”

Now that caught Tony’s attention. “I don’t think that’s a game you want to play, spidey-girl.”

“Why?” You leaned in so that your lips were brushing against his ear. “Afraid you’d lose?” Tony’s breath caught in his throat at your teasing. You smirked as you heard the catch of his breath. “Got ya, Tin Man.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his face before pulling away. You winked as you stepped around him and walked out of the room.

Natasha whistled jokingly, pulling Tony’s attention to her. “Didn’t think that Y/N was able to get that way,” she jested.

“She saves it for me,” Tony responded before rushing after you.

~~~

You reached your floor happily, having truly enjoyed your time training. Heading for your room to shower, you stopped when you sensed someone. You spun around, throwing one of your arms out and flinging a web. 

“Director Fury!” You exclaimed when you noticed him. He stepped to the side, dodging your web. “What— What are you doing here?”

“I watched your training,” he stated. “I’m here to see if you’ll reconsider joining the Team.”

“Director, I—“

“I have never seen someone take down Maximoff the way you did. It was impressive. The Team could use you out on missions.”

“I—“

“I know what you told me. Let me know if that’s changed.” Fury walked passed you and toward the elevator, which opened to reveal Tony.

“Fury? What the hell?” Tony exclaimed as he stepped out of the elevator. 

“Stark,” Fury greeted. He got into the elevator and the doors shut before he responded to Tony.

“What was he doing here?” Tony rushed over to you. 

“He wants me to rethink my response to joining the Team,” you responded. 

“Are you?”

“I… I don’t know… I enjoyed today, but it was meant to be a training and to see what I could do. I realized that I can do a lot and being on the Team would give me a chance to use my powers for good. It’s just…”

“It’s just what, honey?” Tony’s heart was pounding. It was clear to him now that he didn’t want you out there on missions. The chance that you could die out there, that he couldn’t protect you— Tony couldn’t take that chance with you.

“It’s just that I don’t know if I’m made for sacrificing my life like that.” Tony felt like he could breathe again, only slightly. “I’m more of use to everyone in the lab.”

“It’s whatever you want. I’ll respect your choice.”

“I think I’m good with sticking to the lab. Though, if you’re okay with it, I think I’m going to have Wanda and Natasha train me some more. Today is the first day I’ve actually felt like I can control all of my powers. I would like to continue to feel that way.”

“You don’t need my permission to do anything, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I know. But I would like it.”

Tony pressed out a smile. “You can train as much as you want.”

You smiled, beaming at him. “Thank you, Tony.” You leaned to kiss him briefly before sighing and leaning your head against him. “Do you know what today made me miss?”

Tony wrapped his arms around you. “No.”

“Our first dates. Where I had the confidence to banter and we would fly around the city.”

“I miss those dates too. You bantering though, I think that will come out more as our relationship continues.”

“Hmm,” you hummed. “Tin Man.”

“Spidey-girl.” He kissed your head. “Go shower and we’ll go get something to eat.”

You nodded, pulling away and heading to your bedroom. Tony stood there, coming to the realization that the more you trained, the more likely you were to join the Team, just so that you could be free to use your powers. He needed to come to terms with that possibility or do something to stop it from happening.

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[tuiccim]

Playing for Keeps

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: Post-breakup, angst with a happy ending, jealousy, manipulation, anxiety.

Word count: 2k

Summary: A party at Tony's penthouse has you facing Steve Rogers for the first time since he broke your heart and you make sure to show up with a heartthrob on your arm.

A/N: Thank you to the lovely @whisperlullabyfor beta reading for me. Dedicated to my darling friend @maladaptivexxdaydreaming who sent me the gif that set my brain going on this story.

You take a deep breath on the elevator ride up to Tony’s penthouse and glance at your date. Handsome in his suit, Jean-Paul smiles at you and reaches to entwine your fingers together. You squeeze his hand as the doors open revealing a room full of people. You make your way around saying hello to your friends and acquaintances while sipping a glass of champagne. 

“Hey! You came,” Natasha greets you with her signature smirk. 

“Of course. Tony invited-”

“Look who it is!” Sam slides up to you with a grin. 

“Hey Sam,” you say, giving him a quick hug but feeling your stomach knot. 

“Who’s your friend?” Sam asks, eyeing Jean-Paul. 

“This is my date, Jean-Paul Beaubier. Jean-Paul, this is Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson.”

“Of course, you two really need no introduction,” Jean-Paul says as he shakes their hands. 

“How did you two meet?” Natasha asks with a glance at Sam.

“We-” “This-” You and Jean-Paul speak at the same time and then laugh together.

“Okay, you tell it,” you smile. 

“As I was saying, this beautiful creature wandered into my reading. I was promoting my latest novel when a vision walked in and stole my breath. I could barely get through the rest of my chapter. And then I had to take questions and sign books. I was watching her out of the corner of my eye to make sure she didn’t leave. She came up after things died down, had me sign a copy of the book, asked some wonderfully intelligent questions, and even managed to seem surprised when I asked her to go for a drink.”

“Jean-Paul!” you laugh at his exaggeration. “More like, I stammered out a barely intelligible question and almost passed out when he asked.”

“I was enchanted,” Jean-Paul smiles at you. 

“And far too kind to me,” you demure.

“That’s so… sweet,” Natasha says with a stiff smile.

“You gotta teach me some moves, man,” Sam elbows Jean-Paul with a waggle of his eyebrows. 

“Oh, Tony and Pepper are waving us over,” you say quickly, relieved to be leaving the conversation. 

Jean-Paul guides you in their direction with a hand on the small of your back. You make introductions and small talk until you can extricate yourself to wander around the party. You enjoy seeing your friends even if it does feel slightly awkward at times. A little later, you and Jean-Paul are sitting close together with his arm around your waist. His whispered observations of the party goers had you giggling uncontrollably until-

“Someone is staring at you, darling, and seems quite unhappy.”

You glance up and feel a chill as you lock eyes with Steve Rogers. His piercing blue gaze speaks volumes. Turning back to Jean-Paul, you tell him, “That’s my ex.”

“Captain America. He won’t make me disappear, will he?” Jean-Paul’s lips quirk. 

You laugh and shake your head. He kisses your neck and continues talking but your mind wanders to the supersoldier whose eyes you can still feel on you. It had been six weeks since he broke up with you. He looked different in just that short amount of time. His hair was a tad longer and less groomed.  His beard had grown in making a much gruffer looking Captain America. He had ended your seven month relationship for reasons you didn’t fully understand. His lame excuse of putting you in danger, and that he was too busy with the Avengers to give you what you deserve had sounded hollow even to you. 

The intense retrospection you had put yourself through had led you to one conclusion. The drawer. Steve stayed with you as much, if not more, than he stayed at the compound and so you had cleaned out a drawer for him, made some space in the closet, and invited him to keep some things there. Less than a week later, he took all of his things and walked out of your apartment and your life. You were devastated but had concluded that Steve simply couldn’t commit. After all, seven months in and he had never said I love you. Although, that hadn’t stopped you from berating yourself for pushing him. 

Now, your anger and guilt had subsided but your heart still hurt and you knew you had to do something. Jean-Paul was perfect. Handsome, kind, funny, and intelligent, all the things you need right now. 

“Hey…” Jean-Paul gets your attention. 

“I’m sorry. I got lost in thought for a second.”

“It’s okay, minou. Would you like another drink?”

“That sounds great but I’ll get them. Thor is over there. I know you wanted to meet him. Would you like me to introduce you?” you ask. 

“Please,” he stands and holds a hand out to you. 

After making introductions, you excuse yourself to refresh your drinks and run into Wanda at the bar. 

“How’ve you been?” you ask her. 

“I’m doing fine,” she says with a raised eyebrow. 

“Is Vision okay?” you ask, confused by her demeanor. 

“He’s wonderful. How are you?” Wanda’s intonation expresses more than her words. 

“I’m doing pretty good. Just trying to move on. Find some happiness,” you answer the unspoken question.  

“He hasn’t been the same since…”

“He broke up with me, Wanda. This was his choice,” you answer defensively. 

“I’m not blaming you. I’m just letting you know in case…”

“I won’t chase him. He made his feelings very clear. Anyway, I should get back to my date. It was nice seeing you.”

“You, too,” Wanda smiles sadly. 

You make your way back to Jean-Paul who puts a possessive arm around you. It seems every time you glance around the party you manage to catch Steve’s eyes. His gaze seemed to follow you everywhere, sometimes centered on you and other times wherever on your body Jean-Paul’s hand was on at the time. It was disconcerting but you chose to ignore him and made your way around the party while trying to enjoy yourself. 

It was as you were conversing with Natasha and Sam again that everything seemed to hit you at once. Jean-Paul’s side pressed to yours, his hand making circles on your back, the noise of the party, the feeling of Steve’s eyes on you, the weight of the glances Natasha kept making in his direction, the cold glass in your hand, the underlying meaning of all the words around you, and your anxiety skyrocketed. The overwhelmed feeling was too much for you and you excused yourself to the lady’s room. 

Sitting on the toilet, you allow yourself a couple of tears before forcing yourself to suck it up. Before, you would have been with Steve. The noise would have faded when he looked at you, not buzzed as it had tonight. All of the conversations would not have seemed rife with meaning and you wouldn’t feel constantly judged. You would have been safe and comfortable under his wing. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you straighten your shoulders, take a few deep breaths, and force yourself to leave the quiet sanctuary. You walk down the hall towards the living room when a door opens as you pass it and you hear your name before being pulled into the room. You stare into Steve’s eyes as he closes the door and then leans into you with his large hands spread on each side of the wall beside you. He was close enough to smell and you had to stop yourself from closing your eyes and breathing him in. Just his presence had an instant calming effect on your nerves until the intrusive memories of his words broke through. 

“Are you okay?” he asks softly. 

You look at him as several emotions run through you. Finally, you lift your chin and answer defiantly, “That’s not really your business anymore.”

“It’ll always be my business to make sure you’re okay,” Steve says softly. 

“I’m fine. Can you-”

“Minou?”Jean-Paul’s voice can be heard through the door just as he opens it and stares at you trapped by Steve’s arms. You push Steve away as Jean-Paul turns on his heel to leave. 

“Jean-Paul, please! It’s not what it looks like!” 

“Tu me prends pour une valise?(Do you take me for a fool?)” He says as he walks away quickly. 

“No! Jean, please!” You try to follow but Steve grabs your hand. 

“Please don’t go,” he begs. 

“Why not? Why shouldn’t I run after a good man? Why should I stay here with the one who broke my heart? Give me one good reason!” You practically shout the last sentence and scoff when he simply stares back. 

As you turn away again, he finds his voice, “Because I love you!”

That stops you in your tracks. He had never said it before. He had never mentioned love or the future even but now he was declaring it loudly. But could it be real?

“Funny how you just figured that out. You see me with another man and your jealousy finally forces those words out of your mouth. Well, Captain Rogers, I don’t believe you!” 

Steve closes the door before you can go out and when you turn back to him with a sharp remark on your tongue, it fades as you notice the tears clinging to his lashes. He holds his hands up and says softly, “Please, please hear me out. That night was the worst night of my life. I thought I was doing what was best for both of us with everything that was happening. There are so many threats, so many things you don’t know about and I can’t tell you. I thought I could protect you best by letting you go.”

“No, no! That isn’t the real reason you did this. You did this because you’re too scared to really commit to someone. You realized you had gotten in too deep with me and ran scared,” you try to hold onto your anger but your voice breaks on the last word. 

Steve sees you straighten your spine but the quiver in your lip is a dead giveaway. You’re scared to let him in again and his heart twists. Whatever it took he would win you back and the first step was admitting his failings. Carefully, he cradles your neck as he speaks softly, “You’re right. I was scared. I am scared but not having you is so much scarier. You are what makes all of the fighting worth it. You make me a better person and remind me of all the good things in the world. I wasn’t going to come tonight but I knew I had to. I had to see you. I needed to know that I could be in the same room with you and all of my reasons for breaking up with you would hold up.”

“And?” You whisper.

“Not a single one did. The second those elevator doors opened and I could see you, nothing else mattered except you. I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. I love you so much. And if it’s still on the table, can I have that drawer?” Steve looks into your eyes, waiting for your answer. 

“It’s still available. I think we can make that work,” you reply with a little smirk. 

“And the other thing?”

“Yeah, I love you, too, Steve.”

“Thank God,” Steve whispers before kissing you sweetly. 

“What do we do now?” you ask as the kiss ends. 

“Go to my room to grab a few things. Do you want to go find Jean-Paul and tell him?” Steve asks.

“He’ll figure it out,” you say as you pull Steve to you for another kiss. 

Hours later, you smile at Steve’s sleeping form next to you. Your lips are slightly swollen from the number of kisses shared and you would have beard burn in some interesting places tomorrow but it was worth every moment. Quietly, you grab your phone and send a quick text to Jean-Paul, “Tell Kyle I said thank you for letting me borrow his hubby for the night. You’re the best.” Turning over, you snuggle against Steve and smile at being back where you belong.

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[katethewriter]

Welcome to the Team!

from the series New Kid

Summary: After a chance encounter, the Avengers recruit a new kid to join the team.

Words: 3.2k~

Warnings: stealing, Tony is kinda mean, they're all kinda standoffish, they just don't know how to feel about it yet, as always let me know if I need to add

“HEY!” a storekeeper rushes out the front door of his shop, “thief!” He looks both ways down the street before pointing to a child, no older than 12, walking alone down the street, “STOP HER!”

Instantly, the child begins to run, making sure none of the snacks hidden in her jacket pockets slip out. She bobs and weaves through the crowded sidewalk, trying to get to the end of the block as soon as possible. Of course, she had to pick a shop on the longest block in the city today.

Footsteps pick up behind her, and she chances a quick glance over shoulder. A police officer is now quickly following after her. She picks her pace up to a sprint.

 Turning back around, she nearly runs into a pedestrian. The near collision makes her stop for a moment, looking up at the tall man with an eye patch.

The footsteps behind her get louder, so she quickly resumes her course. Running as fast as she can to the block end with the officer close behind.

The officer loses sight of the girl as she quickly rounds the corner of the building. He pushes to follow suit. He turns down the new street but stops almost immediately.

This street is far less crowded than the other. Yet amongst the handful of people walking down the block,

…the girl is nowhere to be seen.

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Everyone in the room sits up in their seats, focusing harder on the screen in front of them. They had been called to the conference room for a briefing. A briefing for what, none of them knew… until now.

“Wait, where did the kid go?” Steve asks.

“Are you sure these two camera feeds are synced?” Tony lifts a questioning eye in the director’s direction.

Unimpressed, Fury looks to Maria Hill standing behind with a tablet in her hands. She begins typing on the pad as he speaks, “if you’re done questioning my competence, perhaps you would like to see both angles at the same time.”

The large screen at the front of the room now displays two videos, security camera footage of both blocks on the corner. The two videos play at the same time, and the team watches again.

The footage on the left shows the child wearing a baggy black jacket running from the officer. The exact moment she rounds the corner of the building, the footage on the right shows a woman turning onto the new street. She quickly unzips and removes a black jacket exactly like the child was wearing.

By the time the office has disappeared from one view to appear on the other, the young woman has tied the jacket around her waist leaving her in a bright red t-shirt. She continues down the street at a leisurely stroll and pays no attention to the confused officer behind her.

“That woman is the child,” Natasha concludes for them. Fury nods in response.

Clint sits back in his seat again, “so what is she? An enhanced?”

“A shapeshifter,” Bruce states.

Fury shakes his head, “no, I’ve had some experience with her kind. They’re called Skrulls. Shapeshifting extraterrestrials who at one point attempted to seek refuge on our planet when they were being hunted.” He pulls out a chair and sits casually looking to the team, “Captain Marvel and I helped defeat their enemies. She took them to find a new home planet, seems like one or two may have been left behind or are seeking refuge again.”

“Ok, why haven’t you just brought her in?”

The director sighs, “she’s too slippery.”

“She knows where to shift and the perfect time to do it,” Maria says, “down to the millisecond.” She nods to the screen as evidence of this. “We’ve been following her for a few weeks, and this is the first time we’ve been able to definitively get her on video.”

“She does this often?” Clint asks nodding his head towards the screen. In the video, the girl was being chased for stealing a bag of food from a food truck. “Stealing?”

Fury chuckles, “first time I saw her, she was running after swiping a few snacks from a convenient store.”

“Forgive me,” Tony speaks up, “but isn’t petty theft a little below our pay grade?”

Fury is quick to respond, “She’s only ever stolen food up until now, so-“

“So, she steals to survive.” Wanda interrupts. All eyes turn to her.

Sam tilts his head, “not to mention she is a literal alien. Didn’t you guys fight like a million of them a few years back?”

 A silence falls over the room as they all ponder what to do with this otherworldly individual.

Steve is the one to finally speak up, “so we bring her in. If she’s alone or needs help, who better than us?”

After a moment of silence, the rest of the team one by one nodded their heads in agreement.

“Good,” Fury claps his hands together sarcastically, “now that we are all on the same page, let’s get started.”

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The team all stands in wait, each in their position. They’ve followed this girl around for hours, just waiting for her to finally enter a store. It’s taken a while, but she finally enters a little burger joint equal distance from both ends of the block.

They sit outside for about 10 minutes, before the door of the shop opens and the girl walks out calmly, but quickly.

“She’s on the move,” Sam reports from the rooftop.

Steve stands from the table he was positioned at and follows the girl down the street, “in pursuit.”

“In position,” Natasha says from where she waits just around the corner.

They’re halfway to the end of the block when the shop doors open again. This time with a worker bursting onto the street. “You have to pay for that!” he yells at the retreating girl. He runs after her, “Stop!”

The child picks up her pace, quickly approaching her turn. She’s completely unaware of the super soldier that is hot on her heels.

She rounds the corner shifting into a woman in her early 20’s. Before she has a chance to remove her jacket as usual, someone quickly links arms with her. She turns to find a red head woman walking casually beside her.

The girl turns behind her to see the worker that was following her has caught up. He turns on the street corner and is looking around for the child. Whatever this red headed stranger wants, she has to play along for now.

The two walk arm and arm down the street. The red head talks, but the girl is not paying attention. She is more worried about the worker that is now asking others on the street if they’ve seen a child matching her previous description.

The girl glances back to see the store worker has given up and walked back to the shop. She sighs and can now turn her attention to the stranger that has just grabbed her arm.

“So, I was thinking you should come out with me tomorrow night,” Natasha smiles and playfully bumps shoulders with the Skrull, “then I can finally introduce you to my friend Steve.”

“Who are you?” She pulls her arm from the redhead’s grasp and steps away, “… and who is Steve?”

“That’d be me,” a blonde man speaks from behind her, “neat trick.”

 The girl instantly recognizes him as Captain America, even dressed in street clothes. She turns back to the woman who grabbed her arm and mentally slaps herself. How could she not recognize the Black Widow?

“What do you want with me?” she asks wearily.

“Right now, we just wanna talk,” Natasha reassured her.

Iron Man touches down on the sidewalk beside the group, “uh oh, looks like someone is grounded.”

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“Why don’t we start with your name?” Steve asks after an awkward silence.

They had brought the Skrull with them back to the compound promising they only wanted to talk. They all settled down in the common area. The team is scattered across the room, sitting at the table or on the couch, while the stranger stands unsurely in the middle of the room.

“Y/n,” she says, “Y/n Y/L/n.” A few of them nod, and she waits for their next question.

“So, you’re an alien,” Tony spits out, ever the one for subtlety.

Y/n furrows her brow, “what?”

“What he means is,” a voice comes from the doorway. Nick Fury enters the room. He looks familiar to Y/n, but she can’t seem to place it. “You’re a skrull.”

Confused, Y/n looks between everyone in the room. Most she recognizes. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, she thinks that’s the guy who shoots the bow and arrows, Wanda Maximoff, and a few others she can’t place.

“What’s a skrull?”

“An alien,” Sam speaks up, “a shapeshifting alien-”

Y/n shakes her head, “I’m not an alien.”

“See that’s funny to me,” Fury tilts his head, “I’ve never met a person who can change shapes like you did on that street, excluding Loki and big guy over there.” He subtly points at Bruce who cringes slightly. “You know who I have met though? Skrulls. And plenty of them. They had a neat little trick like you-“

“I’m not a skrull. I’m just a….” her words trail off as her mind wanders off without her.

 Is there even a word to describe what she is? She’s definitely not an alien. Shapeshifting isn’t exactly the correct term either. There’s not a name for what she can do. She’s never talked about it, so she’s never thought of something to call it.

While she pauses, the team glance at each other curiously. “You’re a….?” Tony prompts.

Y/n looks up suddenly, startled out of deep thought.

“A person…” she answers timidly and shrugs, “I’m just a person.”

They all sport unimpressed looks, and it spikes anxiety within her. She has no idea what to do if they don’t believe her. “I’m not Loki. I’m not an alien. I’ve never been to space. I used to live upstate. I’ve never even left New York. I’m not-“

“Ok,” Wanda stops her before her anxious ramble before she can work herself into a panic. The witch can feel the discomfort rolling off the woman not much younger than her, even when she is trying so hard not to. “You’re not an alien.”

“But we’ve seen you as a kid and an adult so…” Natasha crosses her arms, “you’re not just a person. You’re enhanced? A shapeshifter of some kind?”

“Sort of,” Y/n nervously looks around the room, “it’s hard to explain.” In truth, she’s never explained it before, never told anyone about what she can do.

The widow sits up in her chair with a raised eyebrow. She motions her hand towards Steve and Bucky, “those two were born in 1918-“

“I was born in 17,” Bucky corrects, “he was born in 18.”

“Still both older than dirt,” Natasha then tilts her head in Wanda’s direction, “she can read minds because she touched a blue box, that one turns green if someone pisses him off, we have a space-god on speed dial, and even with all of that in our favor, we still keep bow and arrows over here on the team for some reason.” She jokingly smirks at Clint. The widow looks back at Y/n, “try us.”

The young woman shifts on her feet, “I’m not a shapeshifter in the way that you are probably thinking. I can’t turn into whatever I want. I can only shift into myself at younger ages. That’s why you saw me as a kid; it’s all I can do.”

“How old are you really?” Fury asks.

“22,” Y/n responds.

“and back on the street?”

“Still 22,” she fights the urge to roll her eyes. “I looked about 13, but I’m still 22,” she insists. Rapidly, she has to field questions from all directions of the room.

“You can only turn into a kid?” Sam asks, and Y/n nods.

“At any age?” Bruce asks next.

Y/n turns to face his direction, “yes, any age younger than this.”

Steve nods in understanding, “and you can control it? What age you become?”

“It depends-“

“On?” Fury counters.

“A few things,” she elaborates, “its heavily tied to my emotions, so if I’m tired or upset I have less control. It takes practice… kind of. I have to drop regularly to all ages. Its like recharging a battery or recalibrating a device. As long as I’ve dropped like I needed to, I can choose the age.”

“Drop?” Wanda asks softly.

Y/n shrugs, “its just the word I use for when I turn small. How long I spend little affects my chances to grow up back to 22 on command.”

“Do you have a job?” Fury asks.

The abrupt subject change takes her back a moment. Then a blush fills her cheeks at the prospect of having this kind of conversation in front of strangers, “no.”

“Why?”

“It’s hard to keep a job when you spend most of your time as a child.”

The director nods, “do you want one?”

All attention turns to Fury immediately.

“Wait you want her on the team?”

“She’s a kid,” Wanda insists.

Y/n sighs and mumbles, “I’m not a kid.”

No one hears her as they continue their discussion of her and abilities.

“Kids are small,” Bruce reasons, “she could fit in places we can’t.”

“Plus she can disappear in a crowd almost as well as me,” Nat reasons, “she’s already proved that.”

“Does she even know how to fight?” Bucky asks.

They continue on in this way until Y/n has had enough.

“Could you stop talking about me like I’m not right here?!”

The room is silent enough to hear a pin drop. The team of heroes all glance at her apologetically.

Y/n takes a deep breath and decides to break the silence herself this time. “There’s a catch…” her voice is clearly nervous, “…to my powers. Whatever age I drop to, so does my mind.”

“So earlier today,” Clint asks, “you forgot everything that’s happened between now and when you were 13?”

“No,” she sighs and tries to think of a better way to word this. “I still remember everything I know now. I just see it through a child’s lense…….. I told you its hard to explain.”

While the rest of the team is in their heads trying to wrap their minds around this oddly specific and a little bizarre power, Tony has reached his limit.

“So you’re a literal child?” he asks, but he’s not looking for an answer. “Come on guys, we can’t have a child on the team. We shouldn’t even have her in this building-“

Fury interrupts his rant, “that’s not your decision, Stark.”

The billionaire sits up in his seat, “it’s a safety hazard! Besides, this is my building. It was Stark Tower before it was the Avenger Compound.”

“It may be your building, but this is my team,” the director tries to shut him down in a way that Tony knows there is no use in arguing his point further.

But when has Tony ever given up easy?

“We can not have her here,” he insists, “us, every single one of us are way to busy to be babysitting-“

“I can take care of myself.” Once again, everyone’s attention snaps to her, “I’ve been taking care of myself for years. So trust me, I won’t be needing any babysitting.”

“That settles that,” Fury then returns his full attention to the newcomer, “so Y/n, what do you say?”

All eyes turn to her awaiting her response.

 She ponders for a moment. It doesn’t take her very long to decide seeing as she doesn’t have that much to go back to. She doesn’t trust her voice, and she definitely doesn’t want to sound unsteady right now. The moment she agrees to join the Avengers. So, she just nods once.

The corner of Fury’s lip tick up into a smirk, “alright then. You’re training starts tomorrow. Someone show her around the compound and to her room. I’ll be in my office if you need me, so don’t need me.”

With that the director stands and exits the common area. Y/n turns her attention back to her new teammates. Yet another awkward silence falls over the group.

“Question,” Sam says eventually, “so you can control the age you drop to right?”

Y/n really doesn’t feel like explaining the whole thing again, so she just nods.

“If I just gave you an age at random, you could drop to it?”

She hasn’t dropped as much as she should have this past week, but it was enough for her to control her drop on the street today. It should still be enough now.

Y/n nods again.

“10,” he challenges.

She looks around and finds the team looking at her expectantly. They want to see exactly what you can do. Their eyes go wide as the woman shrinks and de-ages in front of their eyes. They see her shift from age to age in backwards succession until she settles into a child. It’s like someone hit rewind on her body.

Y/n stands before them as a young version of herself. She’s a little small for 10, but she’s always been smaller than average. Her face is smaller, and her hair is a bit longer. They can easily tell that it is still her, but she’s still looks so different. The only thing that remained exactly the same are her eyes and her clothes. The t-shirt meant for adults hangs loose on her body. Her sweatpants are barely staying on her hips thanks to some good elastic in the waistband, yet they are much much baggier than before.

“Its not exact, if I’m off its usually within a year’s range of the target at most.”

“17,” Tony asks this time.

They watch impressed as she grows, gradually going through each age until she stops at a late teenager. She doesn’t look all that much different than she does at her true age, but she’s clearly younger.

Natasha tilts her head, “what about 13?”

Again, Y/n drops in age, shrinking into a preteen. Its almost a perfect middle between the younger and older ages they just asked her to shift to.

 She wonders how many of these they are gonna make her do today, but before anyone can give her another age, there are footsteps approaching from outside the room.

They all look to the door in time to see Peter walk in with his backpack over his shoulder and headphones in his ears. He looks up from his phone and takes in the room. Rare is it that everyone is gathered in one location when he gets back from school. Usually someone is in the gym or the lab or on a mission. Something must be up.

As he scans the room, Peter’s eyes land on the girl wearing clothes way too big for her standing in the middle of the room. His mouth curls into a smile.

“Hey, who’s the new kid?” he asks happily.

Y/n clenches her small jaw. “I’m not a kid,” she says, but no one seems to hear it.

“This is Y/n,” Wanda says, “she’s joining the team. Y/n this is Peter… Spiderman.”

“Oh hey,” the 16 year old’s smile grows impossibly wider, “this is awesome! I’m finally not the youngest person on the team-“

“I’m older than you,” the girl quips.

Peter furrows his brow, “you’re like 12.”

Quickly, Y/n grows up, returning to her true age, “I’m 22.”

The boy’s eyes go wide as he watches the transition, “woah……. That was so cool.”

The team chuckles, throwing amused smirks to each other.

Clint stands and begins to exit the room. He stops by Y/n and pats her shoulder. There’s a playful glint in his eyes.

“Welcome to the team, New Kid.”

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A/N: Now for the fun part! One by one she’s gonna win them all over until she has a new family full of people who would do anything for her. I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think! I love to hear from y’all ❤️ -k

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[first1ove]

Closer

pairing: stalker!steve rogers x avenger f!reader

contains: dark content, stalking, manipulation, i guess gaslighting, masochism, [non]con, substance use (alcohol), somnophilia, voyeurism, cunnilingus, size kink, mild scent kink minors dni

wc: 4.6k

He hadn’t meant to start.

Really, the whole thing was an unfortunate byproduct of a mission with pure intentions. The first time he watched you was an honest accident.

It was an escort mission. One of many peacetime assignments that saw you acting more like a bodyguard than an avenger for one of many paranoid politicians. This time it was a senator who had previously been a subject to mail threats and dubious prank calls. Fury had tossed the job to you and Steve with an eye roll, grumbling something about the Avengers turning into a babysitting service.

The assignment saw the two of you working closely for the first time. While the two of you had of course worked together in the past, in that handful of missions your interactions were typically limited to giving and receiving orders. Instinctively, Steve would put on what Tony had once called his ‘captain voice’—a tone that gave effective commands but was cold and uncaring. It had a habit of slipping out even in the long hours of stakeouts whenever Steve sensed a loss of focus amongst his team; his heightened hearing picked up on a lot, especially under stress. But with you, that captain voice hardly made an appearance. It was practically nonexistent, only popping up in front of the client for the sake of sounding professional. With the two of you partnered there was no need to throw out commands, no need to maintain focus, and no need to lead. The job had gone so smoothly that Steve actually found himself relaxing on the job.

He had dreaded the drive that was required for this mission, but with you at the wheel, the hours on the interstate flew by. As you talked endlessly and easily a quiet chemistry that had previously been silenced by business had at last been allowed a voice. Steve quickly lost his interest in the landscape and was instead intrigued by you and the way your lips curled as you spoke. There was something beautiful about you. He hadn’t noticed it before–really hadn’t had the chance to, but there in that car, he had been allowed a window into something intimate.

He was disappointed to find out you wouldn't be bunking together. You had been separated at the senator’s request in an effort to distribute security. You were positioned inside the apartment acting as immediate defence while Steve was stuck surveying the exterior from a suite across the street. 

That was where it began. He had picked up those binoculars with honest intent, but even that couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering.

After scanning the outside of the building for the hundredth time, his attention was brought inside. There wasn’t much to see; you had made sure to close all the blinds upon your arrival and asked that the senator keep the lights out after sundown for the sake of security. The apartment was left in darkness.

Except for the common room.

You hadn’t closed the blinds completely. Slivers of moonlight slipped through the slats of the curtain illuminating the room just enough that a prying eye might be able to get a glimpse inside—one behind a scope might even be able to get a shot.

The thought, though mostly his captain’s paranoia speaking, was enough to have him reaching for his radio. But as he stood with the comm at his lips something stopped him.

You walked into the common room, completely oblivious to his gaze.

You were already dressed for bed: your hair undone and your usual costume traded for an oversized t-shirt that dwarfed your body but left your legs exposed.

It was strange to see you like this. Steve hadn’t realized it then but he had only ever seen you in your costume or otherwise dressed to the nines at PR events—always fronting a heroic image the same way he boasted his captain’s voice. But as you trudged over to the couch barefoot with a blanket in hand so clearly worn down by the day, appearances fell. As you were, weary and unaware, you were so human.

Steve saw something intimate in the image of you plopping onto the couch exhaustedly before reaching for something on the coffee table beside you.

‘Alright, who’s sleeping first, Cap,’ Though he’d watched you reach for it, your voice still startled him through the comm speaker. He swallowed hard as he watched you settle onto your back with your legs bent.

‘You or me?’ Steve chewed his lip as he watched you shift in your seat. Your thoughtless movements threatened to reveal more of your body; his cheeks heated childishly at the idea in a real pathetic portrait of a peeking tom.

‘Cap?’ 

‘You get some sleep. I can handle it from here,’ He watched as you smiled happy to rest first.

‘Thanks. Goodnight, Steve,’ He paused at the use of his name.

‘Goodnight,’

You promptly pulled the blanket over your body, shielding yourself from any unconscious observation, and with that, the show was over.

There really hadn’t much to see but the sight of you stayed with him all night.

Guilt hung over him the next morning, and conversation with you did little to help.

In the car, protected by a soundproofed partition, you sprung a sudden question, ‘Hey, you didn’t see anything last night did you?’ 

He gave you a quizzical look.

‘I know you didn’t have anything to report, but last night–I don't why not sure why, I got this weird feeling after we signed off. Something…something just felt strange,’

You were practically whispering despite the soundproofing, perhaps paranoid that whatever you felt last night still lingered. Steve watched your grip on the wheel tighten.

‘You’re sure you didn’t see anything on your end, right?’

He shook his head, ‘Not a thing. Trust me you’d have been the first to know,’

The first time he followed you was entirely impulsive. 

The day was done but Steve had gotten held up. A S.H.E.L.D agent had stopped him in an attempt to convince Captain America to make an appearance at her kid’s birthday party–a pitch several avengers, yourself included, had suffered through. The agent hadn’t noticed that Steve was dressed to leave or perhaps didn’t care that Captain America’s duties ended at 6 pm during peacetime and did not include birthday parties.

The conversation quickly devolved into the agent prattling on with Steve nodding and humming where he saw or rather assumed fit. He had stopped listening but politeness prevented him from simply cutting her off the way Natasha had. 

It wasn’t a surprise that even the dull ding of the elevator was enough to take his attention away and when you stepped out it was stolen completely. You met his eye as you walked into the lobby, sparing him a pitiful smile upon seeing the misfortune he found himself in. He smiled back, his gaze following you as you made your way across the lobby and out the door. He watched through the wide windows as you stepped onto the street free to enjoy the rest of your evening, and as he watched you a familiar feeling returned to him.

There was that intimacy he had felt in your ignorance to his staring; the same kind he had realized in that apartment. He had bottled the feeling but it only grew effervescent with every smile exchanged and every joke shared. Though, as he watched you walk out of sight, a strange anxiety too began to swell alongside it.

He spoke without thinking, ‘Shit, you know there was something I really had to tell her,’ 

With that he left hurriedly. He didn’t catch the agent’s response, hadn’t even spared her a glance. In fact, he hadn’t looked at her since you entered the lobby. She had become a blur in his periphery as his eyes strained to follow your steps and as he stepped onto the sidewalk so did the countless pedestrians that walked alongside him.

Steve would later insist to himself that he had only gone after you like that to sell a story to that agent, though once on the street, his pace hardly slowed; he now became painfully self-aware. 

Nauseating anxiety bloomed in the pit of his stomach as he all at once realized the situation he had found himself in. His mind prompted him to imagine what those passing blurs might be thinking. He wondered if they recognized him or recognized what he was doing?’

He tugged on the bill of his cap. The thought sickened him but it hadn't stopped him. Steve kept his gaze low as he walked, still careful not to lose track of you in the crowded streets.

The walk, though no more than ten minutes, felt like an eternity as he attempted to keep his cover. When you arrived at your destination: an old brownstone only an avenger could afford, he watched from a distance as you ascended the steps and entered the building. He quickly crossed the street as the door shut behind you. 

A heightened sense of hearing allowed him a window inside. Though faint, he could make out muffled conversations, the yapping of dogs, and most importantly, your footsteps from within. He followed the sound and found himself in a slender alley between your building and a neighbouring complex. The sound continued above him and for the first time since he left the tower, he allowed himself to look up and into a window.

Your window.

He had to strain his neck to see, but sure enough, the room was yours. He watched as you darted into the room and flicked the switch, revealing the rest of your surroundings: your bathroom. 

Eager to scrub away another long day you reached into your medicine cabinet for something Steve couldn’t see and began to wash your face. He observed your evening routine in awe, silently glad he admitted to his impulse. It had led him back to that intimacy.

As he continued to watch he found his stinging anxiety replaced with equally sickening arousal. Oblivious to his gaze you began to strip. Steve had been caught off guard as you moved to take off your top, and darted around in disbelief. He quickly realized the reason for your nonchalance, however. The wall of the neighbouring building was hard concrete. This alley was likely only used for the occasional quickie or derelict, and if it wasn’t for his guiding impulse it would’ve stayed that way. 

He stiffened as you flashed your naked figure before stepping into the shower, and stood, growing harder as he awaited your exit. 

That had been the first of many instances. It became routine soon after. 

He wouldn’t follow you during the day again. Instead, thinking of his career, he would stick to nights and enjoy the relief that came from being hidden in the dark. He also enjoyed the relief that came along with watching you. Just observing the few minutes it took you to towel off was enough to take him well over the edge. He pathetically got off on very little very quickly. The serum had increased his libido and sensitivity, sure, but even during the loneliest nights of the war, and not since he left the ice, had he touched himself this much, nor cum this hard. 

It was just something about you. The sight of you bare and so beautifully unaware was enough to have him panting hard as he stroked himself, turning him on more than any playboy had. Though he did it most nights it wasn’t every night. Some nights he was happy just watching you as you did something as mundane as brushing your teeth. 

It was you in your purest, unfiltered form. And you were more than enough.

The first time you confronted him, he had been anticipating it. However, his stomach still stung with guilt when you asked to speak with him after training.

The next three hours would be hell for him; anxiety churned his stomach and had him off balance for the entirety of the session. He had carelessly allowed hits he shouldn’t have and found himself dizzy when you approached him at the end of the day at last. 

His guilty conscience cursed him because he knew he had played a risky game. Soon after settling into his routine, Steve had gotten into a bad habit of visiting you in the early morning and watching keenly as you got ready for work. He had woken up suddenly one night, and unable to fall back asleep impulse lead him back to your apartment, keeping there peering into your dark window until you, finally, came stumbling rubbing sleep from your eyes—sweet and sleepy.

He would return the next morning, then the next, and after the third time it would quickly become a pattern. He found you especially beautiful in the mornings with your hair a mess and your face adorably dopey. Despite your exhaustion, you’d take your time to style your hair and do your makeup. In less than an hour, he’d watch as you transformed, completely awed as you donned that super-persona and headed out the door as one of earth’s mightiest heroes.

It was then that he would slink far back into the alley and watch as you walked past, noting the change in your demeanour. In the suit, you stood with the poise of a hero and walked with ignorant pride that kept you from checking your surroundings. Still, Steve would wait a good while before following after you. He once quietly wished he was able to fly as he walked the streets with his head low, but he quickly cut off that thought. If that were the case then this whole thing would really get out of control.

‘I—I really don’t know how to say this,’ you began and he felt his stomach lurch. But as he quickly picked up on your own nervousness as you struggled to meet his eye.

‘This probably sounds stupid, I know, but I keep getting this feeling, that I’m being—‘ you sighed frustrated as you attempted to string the words together.

‘It’s just that since that mission, it sounds so stupid, but it feels like I’m being watched,’ He heard you sniffle before continuing,

‘At home mostly but, god, sometimes it feels like I'm being watched here and I just–I don’t know what to do,’ you confessed, summoning the strength to look at him, ‘and I didn’t know who else to tell,’ 

In your gaze, you once again showed him a part of you he had never seen before. You showed him fear.

‘so fucking embarrassing,’ you muttered once again turning your attention to the floor, ‘but it’s that same feeling from the mission, and if it is the same person or thing I just think—no, I know that if this is the same thing then I’m outmatched. Crazy to say without super sense, but my fucking intuition is telling me something, Cap,’

Steve had relaxed at those last words. Though he had admittedly underestimated how quickly you would catch onto him, your confession comforted his guilty conscience. He hadn’t been found out yet. 

Suddenly well, Steve spoke up ‘Well, you’re not crazy, trust me I’ve heard what real paranoia sounds like and you’re not quite there yet,’ that stoic captain’s voice took over instantly and instinctively, but in the quiet gym, there was comfort in its authority. 

‘But, really it’s not unusual to feel shaken up after a mission, even when you’ve been doing this for a while,’ he stiffened as he heard another sniffle, but hadn’t allowed his captain’s cover to slip, ‘Still, I don’t want you worrying and especially I don’t want you to feel embarrassed,’

He watched as you summoned the strength to look at him with eyes tired and glossy. The sight stung him with guilt, but he pushed on,‘You deserve to feel safe here and at home—always. I want to make sure you feel safe here. And if you’re open to it, I—we can arrange something like extra help or security for you,’ 

He hadn’t thought of a clear solution then, nor had he expected your confrontation to play out this way. Still, his words managed to come out commanding and cool. He had regained his balance.

Your chat would lead to extra sparring sessions. Steve would give his time at the end of the day to work with you, as any good captain ought to. Though, an extra hour at the end of group training with you alone hardly felt like work.

The whole thing was sickly ironic; in an effort to keep him away you had allowed him closer. The irony of the situation never reached Steve, however. He was too caught up in you.

Watching from the window, while addictive and delightful was nothing compared to being physically close to you. The intimacy he felt, though mostly imagined, felt incredibly real as he trained with you. Seeing you as you stumbled and sought direction chipped away that professional persona. It was amazing to see this side of you, even if it meant he had to take a few hits. 

His visits became less frequent during this time, which Steve considered a real feat given his previous compulsions. He had been satisfied with the kiss of your fist and the feeling of your sweaty body against his and was regulated once more. 

He had kept his visits strictly to nights, but when you two began to exchange conversation in between blows he stopped completely. The intimacy Steve felt on that mission—the same he saw in your window, had returned tenfold. And while he hated himself for his actions they had brought him to you.

These sparring sessions served as a reminder too. A quiet reminder that although you had trained hard enough to work your way up all the way from S.H.E.I.L.D, you were still human. No strange circumstance brought you here. Your strength didn’t come from a test tube, but from a desire to do good; a desire so strong it led you to the avengers. Even so, this was all nil when faced with Project Rebirth’s greatest accomplishment, and no amount of training or goodwill could change that fact. Not even being trained from birth could change your humanity. Shamefully, the reminder excited Steve.

The first time he entered your apartment was not exactly by invitation. It had been another unfortunate byproduct of good intentions. 

Yet another one of Tony’s parties had left earth’s mightiest heroes shitfaced and scrambling for a way home. Even the avengers cut corners when it came to employee transport, but with your apartment just down the street, you hadn’t bothered to make arrangements. Only, by the end of the night, you were in no shape to walk home alone.

You had thoroughly enjoyed the mini bar, smiling easily as you threw back shot after shot. It might’ve been the energy of the evening that had you so at ease or maybe it was the newfound confidence that came along with your progress in training. Whatever the reason you were left barely able to stand when it was time to call it quits. 

Steve had noticed this of course; he had kept track of your drinks long after you lost count. As taxis began to pile up outside the tower he had offered to take you home as any good captain ought to. 

You gave him a stupid grin and slurred, ‘Take me home,’

It was a good thing too. You were so drunk you hardly recognized Clint as he wished you goodnight. So wasted Steve had to brace your pliable body against his own as you stumbled through the streets. So gone you didn’t realize you hadn’t needed to give him any kind of direction. So fucked you didn’t question how he knew which halls to follow or which stairs to climb, in your drunken state you were just happy to be home. Steve was glad to be by your side then. Had anyone else left with you, he would have had a panic attack. He would’ve had to follow you with his mind racing with a thousand ‘what ifs’,

Thankfully, it was him to lay you in your bed, and there had been no reason to get back into the bad habit. He placed you carefully on your side and readied to leave when a garbled ‘thanks, Cap’ left you.

Steve felt his heart leap at the sound. That stupid grin still lingered on your lips as you peered at him. Soon you were completely out, and comforting Steve with steady breaths.

He instead sat at the foot of your bed and watched as you slept soundly in front of him, completely comfortable in his presence. He had never felt so close to you, but he hadn’t allowed him to appreciate it. Another sudden thought came to him—an impulse. 

You could get closer. 

Steve tensed, hating himself for thinking it, but the thought stuck. He once prided himself on his discipline, but lately found his habits hard to kill. 

Especially with the way you looked. The dress you chose hadn’t covered much and exposed the thighs that started this. He had no choice but to chase another taste of the intimacy he had felt all those months ago. 

Steve pushed on carefully, keeping his eyes trained on you. He shifted slowly so he lay on the bed with his head by your legs, but his movements didn’t wake you. He traced a thick finger along your legs in quiet awe, but his touch didn’t stir you. He groped your ass and tugged at your panties, but his greediness hadn’t bothered you. 

With his test finished he pulled your panties down completely. Steve felt himself harden at the sight of your bare cunt, and a heightened sense of smell had his cock twitching as he took in your scent. He would pocket your panties afterward, but before then he would push his face into the heat between your thighs, breathing you in before, at last, tasting what he had been teased with for months. 

‘Jesus Christ,’ he whispered, spreading you with two thick fingers revealing even more of you to him. He took only a moment to appreciate the sight of your exposed cunt before his mouth was on you, sucking shamelessly at your clit. 

A groan escaped him as he slowly licked at your folds, savouring every part of you with demented diligence. Completely lost in you, he let himself go, allowing himself to moan and pant pathetically against your core while his hips mindlessly rocked against your mattress. Still, his ears pricked up when he noticed a change in your breathing—a quiet hitch in your breath followed by a pleasured sigh that made his cock jump. 

Your subconscious encouragement urged his assault on your clit and soon Steve was certain you came unconsciously on his tongue. Your body had tensed and overwhelmed his senses once more.

Breathless he peered up at you, chin shiny with slick, and found you still asleep. He noticed your chest rising and falling faster, but impulse urged him once more. 

Guilt didn’t come to him this time. Only a brief thought of what you might think of him flashed through his mind, but he quickly quieted his own concern. It didn’t matter. If you remembered any part of this night you would hate him either way. 

He moved without thinking then and quickly found himself bare in between your legs. He had made an attempt to free you of your dress, but you hadn’t made it easy. Not wanting to manhandle you he bunched the fabric above your ass.

Had Steve been more experienced he might’ve known you ought to be prepped. He might’ve realized that with his size, spitting on his cock before entering you was closer to courtesy than real care. Nor would he be surprised to see you open your eyes as he forced himself inside, mercilessly stretching your cunt. 

There was bewilderment in your gaze and a look of pain on your face, but the sight hardly hurt him. 

‘That’s it–’ he breathed fighting against the squeeze of your unprepped pussy, ‘That’s it let me in,’ White heat bloomed in your belly as he at last bottomed out, stinging hot before cooling into pleasure.

A scream escaped you and Steve’s hand was instantly over your mouth. 

Your training showed itself for the first time that night as you reflexively shoved him hard, in an admirable attempt to help yourself. Though as your hands smacked hard against his ribs and hit right where he had taught you to, he so much as flinched. Even in this state, he had anticipated that you would fight back. He expected to see an attempt at the moves he taught you but correctly knew would he overpower you effortlessly. He snapped one strong hand over your wrists and kept you pinned.

While your recent training had indeed made you stronger, you never could take him down. The closest you got in all of those sessions had been ‘lucky’ shots he had allowed, in an act of masochistic indulgence. Beyond that, you hadn’t come close to a true take down–not once in all those months of training, and probably not even in a year of training. 

Those sparring sessions had been so silently sadistic but clouded by booze, the irony didn't reach you. Fear fogged your head further as Steve began to move. A shaky breath left him as he pulled out of you slowly, leaving you empty for only a moment. With a firm roll of his hips, he sunk back into you, filling you again just as suddenly as he had left you. His hand stopped another scream then and stopped several more as he began to set a pace. 

‘Is it too much?’ he asked and though he had been genuinely concerned, the question was still cruel, ‘Need me to slow down? Hm?’ he muttered, mostly to himself as he slowed.

The gesture wouldn’t stop you from crying out, however. His hand hid your desperate sounds but a heightened sense of hearing still allowed Steve to pick up on your pleas. Your little cries unfortunately urged him as he fucked into you agonizingly slow with lazy languid thrusts. 

‘Like that?’ he whispered feeling his cock twitch as another whimper left you, subconsciously sadistic.

‘Yeah? Keep going like this?’ He peered up to see your reaction and found you staring back at him through lidded eyes, looking adorably dopey as you sometimes did in the mornings. 

You hadn’t quite realized when, but at some point in all of this, your pain had morphed into pleasure. Although your head swam with disgust your pliable body accepted your position, reluctantly taking him deep in spite of yourself. Steve was certain he heard moans amidst the cries behind his palm and the sweet sounds only encouraged him. 

Another thought came to him then; he really could keep you pinned for hours just taking his time pulling those pathetic whines out of you. The idea was enough to make him stumble. His hips stuttered against your own and as your walls involuntarily hugged him tighter Captain America crumbled. A string of curses fell from him then, his voice uncharacteristically coarse as he came hard. 

Though he knew he ought to leave and leave as quickly as possible, he lingered. With his hand still fixed firmly over your mouth, he allowed himself to catch his breath. He peered down at you and found you equally breathless, staring at him with the same tired gaze he saw at the end of every sparring session.  

Yet another hollow victory, but Steve couldn’t care less. He, at last, had you and you were more than enough.

[testingthewatersss]

I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 2 3700 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

It’s 7pm when Y/N knocks on the door to Steve's suite. He’s half way through a bowl of microwave soup, it sits abandoned on his counter as he goes to let her in.

He’s shocked to see her, especially so late in the day. She smiles warmly, and he notices for the first time how kind her eyes can be.

“Do you want a drink of anythin?” he offers politely, as she looks around his room.

Her eyes catch a framed polaroid on his nightstand. It’s clearly him, even though it’s sepia and blurry, he’s arm in arm with Bucky, even though he’s much more bright, than she thinks she’s ever seen him.

“No” she coughs, averting her gaze before emotion can tint her features, “No, thanks Steve, I don’t think I’m stayin’ long”

He nods, and gestures for him to sit beside him on the couch.

“Do you need somethin?” he asks, at the same time as she says

“I passed on your message”

The room is quiet as her words hit him. His dinner is long forgotten.

“He…” she continues, “He says he’s sorry too”

Steve watches her, and palms at his jaw.

“he wanted me to tell you that never meant to hurt anybody, especially not you- he hopes you’re okay, and he says, he says thank you for the dog tag”

He looks at her, wide eyed and not understanding;

“You-”

“I told him you’d dug it out storage, said they must’ve thought it was yours when they were goin’ through the junk for the museum”

“Y/N…” he says, struck by the thoughtfulness behind the gesture, “…You didn’t have to do that- you found it, you-”

“-I-” she cuts in softly, “-have given him plenty of gifts”

He doesn’t know what to do with that. It’s clearly sparked a new tirade of questions, and it’s just as clearly taking every ounce of his restraint to stop him from asking them all at once.

She laughs fondly, sitting back

“He said it makes up for his 18th birthday, by the way”

His chuckle is genuine, it’s boyish and light.

“I can’t believe he remembers that” he says, “I, I couldn’t afford to get him anythin’ that year, I was always sick but- that, that was a bad winter, so I tried to help his ma’ make him a cake- it, it went bad, nearly burnt his kitchen down”

“Yeah he did mention that” she confirms, “I promised him I’d keep an eye on you around the stoves in this place, not that you ever use them”

She eyes his bowl of soup unhappily, and he finds himself beaming, nostalgia sitting heavy in his chest.

It feels nice to reminisce, to share stories like that without the shadow of tragedy that normally follows, along with the explanation that everyone involved is dead now.

“Wait” he says, realisation dawning on him, “You… you gave it to him?”

She nods, sensing that he’s finally catching on,

“I did”

“so, you… you saw him?”

“I did”

The confirmation is expected, but he's still taken back by it.

“When?” is the only follow up that comes to mind,

“We got lunch”

That tugs a disbelieving laugh from his chest, it bubbles past his lips, unexpected and raw.

“Today?” he clarifies, thinking back to earlier on,

“Yeah, Steve, today”

Y/N’s making a conscious effort to not sound patronising, but despite her best attempt, she thinks it rings through regardless.

“We need to talk” she decides, before he can reply, “we have to be honest with each other, and I’m gonna need you to have an open mind, think you can you do that?”

He considers her seriously, before nodding.

“Yeah, I- I can.”

“Good” Y/N affirms, relieved, “I know you have questions, I think now’s a good time for you to ask them”

Steve looks down at his hands for a minute before nodding, and staring into her eyes.

“How did you find him?”

“I think you mean, how did I meet him” she says with a smile, “I never had to find him, because I… I never lost him.”

His mouth hangs open,

“You know I worked for SHEILD, right?” she asks, sensing his need for answers.

“Tony mentioned it, before you came into town-”

“Tony is protective” she says, sitting back, again “he likes to paint things a certain way- I’ve been an agent since I was 18, and I’ve… I’ve done a lot of things, Steve, not, not all of them have been strictly good…”

He’s watching her intently. She feels strangely vulnerable, but she decides trusting him is worth the risk.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been evil- I’ve never hurt anyone for the hell of it, or killed someone in cold blood- but, I had a habit of takin’ the jobs nobody else wanted, and there was this one job…” she begins to explain, “…we got intel that HYDRA were lookin’ to take one of our field ops. Word was, that they were waitin’ on us sendin’ them out on a false lead, where they were gonna scoop them up for some kind of…special agent programme.”

His brow raises, he’s intrigued.

“I found out who the target was, and put myself up to go on the mission, meanin’ to get caught in her place, I- I got clearance from the boss to use myself as bait it… it took some convincin’ but, I- I promised I’d be back in no time and eventually she signed off on it…”

“I don’t understand” Steve says honestly, “You wanted to get captured?”

Y/N nods,

“I knew that the only way to find out what they were really cooking up was to get pulled into it, and I knew the only way to do that without raising suspicion was to let them think their plan had worked.” she explains, “But, I- I couldn’t let their original target take that risk, so I made sure it was me they were gonna get hold of…”

“Did it work?”

“Oh yeah, it worked…” she says, “They picked me up, couldn’t believe their luck, scorin’ a Stark- I was sent off for a wipe before I’d even come round”

“A wipe” he echos, disturbed.

“As it turns out, their special agent programme wasn’t so different from their Winter Solider one.”

Steve’s jaw hangs slack, he looks distressed, but he controls it well, nodding and steadying himself.

“I never did figure out why they never worked on me” she says, “My best guess is that they tailored them to Bucky, back when they first got hold of him, made sure they worked properly, but then, never thought to alter any of the settings for me.”

She’s deliberately glossing over the details. He’s grateful.

“Anyway, it was quite lucky really, because with a little bit of acting I convinced them I was totally brainwashed after my first go”

He blinks again, processing her words the best he can.

“They trained me up, tortured me when I refused to make a new batch of serum for them to use on me, and eventually, started savin’ space by keepin’ me and Buck together when we weren’t in storage.”

Steve is stunned. He’d had no idea about any of this, barring the general description of Y/N as a high up SHEILD agent, he’d brushed off the question of why she’d been MIA for years prior to her quite recent reappearance at Tony’s side.

“Me not bein’ able to think for myself made it quite easy for me to get on the good side of most of the higher ups… it got me into my fair share of trouble too- more than my fair share, really but- eventually, I convinced them to give us more privacy, and… the uh, the rest is history”

“How… How long were you there for?”

“5 years, more or less” she answers cheerily, “It’s a little foggy, with the cryo, but definitely more than 4 and less than 7”

He gives her a contrite nod, and rubs his palms on his jeans, appetite well and truly lost.

“After I made sure Bucky was goin’ to be gettin’ out, I-“

“What?”

Y/N tilts her head,

“You tried to get him out?”

She sighs, and adjusts her position.

“I’d been messing with the tech whenever I had chance- I’m good with things’ like that, so, I- I did what I could- his, his wipes were less frequent by then anyway, and we… we got close enough for me to… it- it doesn’t matter” she clears her throat, clearly hiding some deepest emotion, “-I knew they were sending him after you, and I- I told him he had to make it look real, because if he didn’t they’d send someone else, and I- I knew that’d make everything worse”

“He tried to kill me” he says, hating that it’s the truth, “damn near succeeded, are you sayin’ that was him, that he knew?”

“No” Y/N is quick to answer, “No it all went wrong after the bridge- he was never good at acting, no matter what I tried, he was too petrified of the officers to even attempt to lie- so they wiped him before I could do anythin’ about’ it- I- I did try, but they just put me into storage-”

Steve’s head is throbbing. He sighs, and tugs at his hair.

“When they pulled me out it was to hunt him down, they told me he’d gone rogue, I was to recover, or kill him, if I couldn’t bring him in”

“So what did you do?”

“I went to the place were we said we’d meet up when it was over” she says with a small smile, “he was waitin’ there, he’d been there for a couple of days by then- He told me everythin’, about you, and what’d happened with SHEILD- He’d told me about how, how when everythin’ had happened, he’d thought I’d died with the rest of them…”

Her expression is difficult to read, her fingers are laced together, and Steve can’t help but think she looks younger than he’s ever seen her.

“I had no idea about what had happened, one minute I’d been trying to get into the room where they were keeping him, and the next I was being sedated-” she scoffs, shaking her head, “-sure, I’d been pulled out of cryo by a guy I didn’t really recognise, but, things were always changin’ like that, so I didn’t, I didn’t realise how much had changed until he explained it all. As soon as I knew, I helped him get set up, and then, I went straight back, killed any guys I could find left over, and then I torched the base…and then I… I came home”

Steve nods, exhaling slow, and deep as he considers the reality of what that must’ve been like. Suddenly her saying she’d never lost Bucky, makes a lot more sense.

“Does Tony know?”

“Not about me and Barnes” she tells him, “But, he knows about the rest”

He nods again.

“You’ve gotta understand, Steve, I- I, I knew, about that night… They’d shown me the tape of Howard Stark dying when they first brought me out of cryo- I- and as soon as I met him, I knew it wasn’t him, I understood it wasn’t his fault, but Tony, Tony didn’t get that kind of exposure- he got it thrown at him, in the heat of the moment and he was so hurt, he was so hurt that you hadn’t just told him that it didn’t seem fair of me to add to that”

“I know I handled it badly, Y/N, but I didn’t know how to explain-“

“It doesn’t matter anymore” she says kindly, “He thought I was dead too, that- that’s why it was all so painful” she sighs, “I was never supposed to be gone so long, and when I didn’t come home or touch base with SHEILD they assumed somethin’ had gone wrong, declared me MIA, assumed deceased- from what I’ve heard, he, he took it hard…“

“At least you came back”

She smiles, and nods.

“Only half a decade late”

He forces a laugh, before the question he next asks jumps past his throat,

“why did you leave it so long? couldn’t, couldn’t you have found a way out sooner?”

Y/N looks at him knowingly, before averting her eyes.

“If I had…” she says, “It… it would have meant leaving Bucky there, and I- I knew that if I went, any attempts we made at pulling him out or, doing anything to stop them would’ve put him in so much danger that it— I decided, it was better for me to stay were I could help keep him safe”

His whole demeanour shifts, suddenly he’s dripping with sympathy and it’s all he can do not to reach out and hug the woman who’s baring her soul for her so openly.

He wishes he knew her better, that he felt more comfortable in offering some kind support, but he doesn’t. He knows her brother, and even that is difficult.

“I didn’t know how long it’d be” she continues, “but once I’d seen him- how they were treating him, I- I couldn’t just, go back, Steve I couldn’t leave him there on his own…”

“You love him” Steve says, realising it’s the truth.

Y/N blinks at him, before adjusting her gaze. Her lack of denial is conformation enough, even if her silence only lasts a moment.

“I love my brother, I never meant for him to think I’d died like that”

He knows that, so he nods.

“And when I came back he never asked about Bucky” she tells him, “He was just relieved to see me, even after I told him about the training’ they’d put me through it didn’t seem to click- I, I think it was just, so much to take in that by the time I’d told him the whole story he didn’t think to ask if we’d met…”

“Well it must’ve been a shock” he says, “you comin’ back from the dead”

Y/N scoffs a little at that, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“It was…” she agrees, “and he was so worried about anythin’ happenin’ to me after, that he put me up in a near by safe house for a month, told me to stay away from what was left of SHEILD until he could figure out who to trust… I snuck Bucky in with me for a while- it… it was a good spot to get some normality, y’know? … then Tony patched things up with you, and the others and I guess he decided he could trust you all, because he brought me back to the tower”

That’s more than a little bit flattering when Steve really starts to think about it. Reconciliation hadn’t been easy, but the idea that Tony trusted him enough to introduce him to his sister, especially after everything he knew she’d been through, is… a lot.

Just when he thinks he’s processed everything, another detail pricks at Steve’s consciousness, his head tilts and Y/N readies herself to answer what she knows he’s about to ask,

“Wait…when you came here… did Bucky stay in that safe house?”

“Bingo”

“Son of a bitch” Steve mutters, frustrated, “He’s been in New York all this time?”

“‘Fraid so, Cap’” she replies, “and it’s been good for him, it- it really has but now-“

“now you think he needs to move?”

“I think he needs to move here” she corrects

That shocks him.

“I’ve tried talkin’ to him-” she begins to explain, “I’ve begged him to let me just stay full time, I promised I could square it with Tony, y’know? I could tell him it’s for me, that I need more time alone but he… he won’t even consider it, he says he won’t let me do that for him but every time I leave it gets worse-”

“He loves you” Steve says, again, knowing it’s the truth.

This time, her smile is more obvious. Even though she tries to hide it behind her hand.

“Maybe, but I need your help, Steve”

“I’ll do anythin’” he agrees eagerly, “Just tell me what-”

“First of all” Y/N begins, “You can’t mention this to Nat”

That hits him like a tone of bricks. It’s so unexpected that he finds himself squinting.

“the, bit about me, anyway- she can’t know about me volunteering to take the place of the target agent”

“Why?-”

“Please, Steve” she cuts in seriously, “It’s important.”

After a second of confused consideration, he sighs, and nods in agreement.

“and then… I’m gonna need you to be patient.”

“…Patient…” he echos.

“Yes” she says, “Bucky loves you, he really loves you, but he is petrified- You can’t go rushing in trying to find him just because you know he’s close by, he begged me not to tell you, it took hours of me talking to him to get him calm enough to believe that you weren’t just going to storm in to take him somewhere-”

“Somewhere?” he repeats, “Like where?”

“I don’t know, Steve- all I know is that he’s so scared, of gettin’ hurt, of things goin’ back to how they were that he- he just needs time”

“I… I’ll stay away, Y/N- Of course I will I- I’d never just-”

A quirk of her brow silences him.

He would, he would’ve just turned up out of the blue, and he wouldn’t have given it a seconds thought.

“and he wants you to read his file.”

Bile floods Steve’s mouth, he averts his eyes, posture stiffening.

“he’s writing you a letter, too, but I think the uh, the file is more important.”

He feels himself sighing, releasing a breath he hadn’t meant to hold.

“Please, just skim it? it’s not graphic, it’s only the SHEILD write up, and I’ve gone through it with him, he’s- he says it’s the bare minimum you need to know before he sees you… or before you decide if you want to see him”

“If I want to see him?”

He’s gone back to parroting now, so it’s clear that he’s at his limit for the night, Y/N decides to wrap things up.

“… It’s important to him, okay? and when I go and see him tomorrow, I’ll bring whatever he’s written back for you-“

“He thinks it’s gonna change my mind, about wantin’ him here?”

“He thinks” she says, “that you have no idea about he did with HYDRA, and I think, he’s worried about what you’ll think of him when you find out”

“That’s ridiculous” Steve objects, “Of course I know”

“I was there” She says with a shrug, “he knows I know, but he still worries I’m going to decide he’s evil, and disappear”

That’s heart-wrenching. The idea of how hard he’s being on himself makes Steve want to break the promise he’s just made, and turn up on his door step to convince him that he’s not going to turn on him, no matter what he reads.

“He’s gettin’ better about that” Y/N feels the need to add, “with me anyway- but for now, for you-“

“I’ll read whatever you want”

She nods, before reaching into her back pocket, shuffling a bit in place as she reaches for the item she’s been keeping concealed for the most of the day.

Steve squints, confused as he finally spots the folded photograph in her palm.

He accepts it a little dumbly when she moves to pass it to him.

“I thought you might want to see” she explains, slightly embarrassed as he unfolds the polaroid, “It’s hard to get him to pose”

He laughs, quiet but ecstatic when the image reveals itself.

His oldest friend is on the left, hair long, but tied back, face a little weathered, but smiling, as he presses a kiss to Y/N’s cheek, she’s on the right, beaming at the contact.

It’s the first time he’s seen Bucky Barnes in the better part of a century. This is not The Winter Soldier, this, is the boy he grew up with, even if he has a little more facial hair.

“You… you make a goodlookin’ couple”

Y/N snorts, offering him a sweet smile as he beams at her, and then back at the image.

“You can keep that one” she tells him, when she sees how he’s still staring at it, “I won’t be offended if you cut me out of it- I tried to get him to sit for one on his own but he won’t”

Steve laughs, looking at her with grateful eyes. He feels honoured that she’s trusted him like this, he feels honoured that she’s opened up to him at all, considering the experiences he’s had with her brother, and the way he knows his behaviour has hurt the man she clearly holds so dear.

Y/N stands slowly, padding over to the door- Steve follows, and it’s only when he pauses, looking at her with a strange expression that she decides, once again, to pull him in for a hug.

She can’t help but feel protective over him, despite his obvious strength, she’s seen how Barnes frets over his wellbeing, and part of that seems to have rubbed off on her.

It’s good that it has, she decides, because he clings to her back with such intensity that she can’t help but wander who last held him like this.

“it’s all goin’ to be okay, y’know, Steve” she tells him, because she thinks he might need to hear it.

“How do you know?” he murmurs, unable to hide the fact that he’s worried. Worried about losing the friend he’s been trying so desperately to regain, worried about upsetting the friend he has in Tony, who he’s already lost once, over this, and he’s worried, that it’ll all be his fault, when it does come crashing down.

“Because-” she says, pulling back to look into his face “-I’m a Stark, and we’re always right.”

He gives her a half hearted chuckle, before pulling back and nodding.

“Careful, Darl-’” he says, with a tight lipped smile “You’re startin’ to sound like your brother”

“Is that a bad thing?” she says, leaving.

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[johnnys-breastmilk]

aftermath | steve rogers x spidey!male!reader

a/n — this is crackfic, take nothing in this fic seriously as per usual with my smut- (also, yeah, the reader is Spider-Man. thank @denim-devil for this..)

summary — Reader shows up long after Steve's birthday party ended and is determined to make it up to him.

warnings — SMUT! 18+ Rimming (reader receiving)

words — 2k

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The soft hum of a vent in the ceiling rustled the flaxen hair of the super-soldier sitting beneath it. Slumped in one of the black dining chairs, the ventilation susurrated his perceptive ear as he thumbed over one of his newest gifts. No light perforated the windows off to his side apart from the occasional firework from miles away, the moon sitting high and shining a pale glow that rivaled the square tiles of fluorescent lighting embued overhead. They created a streaking glare over the tightly melded cellophane covering Steve's new watch that was easy to pull away, leaving him with a cheap recreation of himself in silicone.

It was meant to be a joke told on Tony's behalf, giving it to him as the final gift after the party had started heading out that he had teased for weeks leading up to today. Steve was a bit confused when he saw the red, white, and blue-striped wristband, followed by a cartoony caricature of the man out of time, represented by the fact that his mouth was open wide with a small LED panel matching the likes of a calculator keeping track of the time. While Steve did not get the joke at first, he instantly understood the technology. He was grateful to receive a coherent device rather than some complex machinery with knobs and buttons that would perplex him for weeks until he would eventually cave in and ask you for help with it after accepting his own defeat. Sure, it ruined Tony's joke, but it felt from his time like the whole day had.

Thanks to the other male, Steve had gotten to spend the day in an olden times party themed around the decade that he went into the ice. The kitchen and dining area had been left untouched, but everyone on the team tried dressing up in an appropriate outfit for the decade and even attempted to bake a cake with an authentic recipe from then—a rich and moist raspberry cake with a bulky layer of thick cream cheese frosting coating the sponge. They were lucky that the requirements for a cake have stayed roughly the same for over a century. The bash got wild as Tony drunkenly invited as many people as he knew, leaving the kitchen a mess. In the end, the party went off without a hitch, and the only thing that could have made his day better was you.

Down the hall, distanced from the scattered confetti and half-hung streamers, came the repeated strike of rubber against shiny linoleum flooring. Steve heard the rushed footsteps grow closer until they came to a halt in the same room as him, and his bowed head scanned the floor until reaching your feet, following up the set of spandex-clad feet to the rest of your body, favorably outlined by your suit.

"Did I miss it?" Your voice came out with a huff as you glanced around the room, seeing the various party decorations and litter coating the floor, complete with knocked-down high-rise chairs and a few booze-stained spots on the furniture. However bad this got, you knew you had missed all of it, "Shit. I'm sorry, Steve."

He sat up, placed the gag gift on the dining table, got up, and reached down to a cabinet under the sink. He spoke as he fetched them, "It's alright. Since you're here now, we could clean this mess up together before everyone gets back." Steve returned with two trash bags, and you instinctually shot a string of silk out to one of them before reeling it across the room.

"Where did they go off to?" You asked, reaching down to pick up the disposable cups that contrasted the party's original theme of an older time with a touch of something modern.

"A club that Tony has VIP access to," Steve answered, doing the same on the opposite side of the kitchen, "I know you probably don't want to be doing this after your long day."

You continued to pick up the scattered litter, “Well, we met cleaning up the scum of New York, so cleaning up trash is just like that. But one sounds so much lamer.”

A few moments went by before you realized that you could easily pull things from the ground into the bag with a quick thwip as you were still wearing your suit. You thought about walking straight to bed and letting Steve pick up the trash on the floor, but you had already missed his special day, and he didn't deserve to be stuck cleaning up everyone else's mess.

“I can change out of my suit after this, and we can head out for dinner or something else? I’m sure something’s still open, and they can sing those stupid songs about it being your birthday. Are you gonna tell them you’re one-hundred and four or thirty-six?” You offered, “I want to make it up to you, Steve.”

Steve tied the knot on the ends of his trash bag, tossing it against the wall and retrieving a second bag, “Knowing that you were saving everyone else is how you make it up to me. Besides, the only saving I needed was from Tony’s party by the end of it.”

You let out a low and knowing chuckle, “Let me guess it turned into another birthday rager, Rogers?”

“Yeah, I convinced him to clear it out before it got too crazy. Glad he took everyone else with him.”

“So, you were waiting for me?” Steve stayed silent, and the silence ushered you closer to him. You moved into picking up stuff in the area he was working on—the junk covering the wide kitchen island and the surrounding countertops. The dark counters bordering the island were the remnants of the ingredients used to make Steve's timely cake, one of which was a hefty piping bag still half-filled with icing. You took it with one hand. Surprisingly, it can't be much bigger than Steve himself when he hasn't seen you all week.

Regardless, the guilt gnawed at you as Steve stayed silent, his eyes burning you from behind as he watched you, “I’m sorry, Steve.”

“Why do you keep saying that? You were saving the world,” He opposed.

You turn, still holding the bag of icing, “Because I am, and if I can’t separate hero stuff from you and me, then where does that leave us?”

“Hand me that icing?”

“What?“

“And get on the island, all fours.”

You follow through with what he says, passing him the piping bag and hopping up onto the surface of the kitchen island with your hands and knees propping you up, and the next thing you know, a large hand pulls the lower half of your suit down, exposing your backside to the chilled air inside the compound.

“Steve, what are you—,“ He cut you off before you could protest his actions.

“I think you’re right about what you said. We met on the battlefield, so we can’t be us without embracing the hero stuff and its downsides. Now, I don’t usually proposition myself as a—,“ Steve pauses for a moment before choking out the words, “—bussy lover, am I using that right?”

“Yeah, you are, old man.”

“Then this ass belongs on the field as much does to be loved,” Steve confessed, gripping the bag firmly in one hand, careful not to let any spill out from the top and angle it to your ass. His hand tensed, squeezing his digits into the pudgy cream encased in plastic film. The pressure forced the solid-colored cream to puff out at the pointed tip.

Steve doled out the thick icing along the line of your crack, funneling a hefty stripe of it from your puckered hole to your lower back. With one broad stroke of his tongue, Steve lapped it all up in one go without interruption. It added a world of sweetness to what was otherwise flavorless eye candy for him to admire, and brief notes of tangy wonders reminded him of the perfect peach in front of him.

As for you, your arms went limp after the initial shock of a feeling sending more shivers through you than the air against your exposed skin after a long day in the summer sun. Steve wasted no time cleaning up his purposeful mess with an impressive singular stroke that was teasing and warm. That was just from one taste, and yet you both wanted more. With a single hand, a slow arch came to form as Steve slid his hand down the scarped ramp that was the small of your back, using his newfound hold to bring you closer to him. Your ass was on full display as your knees were hidden, tucked into your lower middle, while your hole revealed itself from your assumed position.

A soft press to the flimsy plastic on Steve's behalf sent another, much smaller, dollop of frosting to fall over your waiting pucker. The feeling of a soft and wet press to your opening elicited a cry from the other end, but Steve only sat there for a moment. You thought he would lave over your crack with a broad stroke of his tongue like he had done before to savor the taste of what was offered to him, but he deferred himself from the idea. Steve kept the tip of his tongue prodding at a dab of icing layering your hole, his nose ghosting along the trail leading to your tailbone until he pressed further.

Steve used his pointed tongue to dive into your warmth, building pressure inside from his wide tongue as another strain came from the crotch of your suit. You caved to the urge to work against the strongest—and most pleasing muscle—Steve had received throughout his ancient history, pressing back until you felt his lips against your rim. His tongue reached deeper, exploring new places and taking the creamy frosting with it.

It didn't take long for Steve to start moving, bobbing his head and reeling his tongue back and forth. And it took even less for his hand to abandon the remaining icing and glide his hand amid the space between your heat-radiating erection and the chilled counter surface below, creating friction with his hand that stimulated your lycra-clad cock. The two of them working in tandem poured noises out of you that didn't reflect the tune of a happy birthday but were a new song, complete with high cries and low begs for Steve to drive you to climax.

Soon, Steve's lips started to do with your hole what his broad muscle of receptors couldn't. He kissed at your sensitive nerve-endings, catching whiffs of the sweet cream while his tongue was as deep as he could push it, stretching those same nerves out with the reach of it. That was it. That was your breaking point. It was in those final moments that you had fireworks bursting in your mind as your suit became a mess of its own, white spurts pooling with each movement of Steve's mandible.

His absence was noticeable as he pulled away from your rear, giving a few laps to the bits of frosting on your cheeks to add additional instigation to your slowly fizzling high. Almost as if it were the scattered remains of powder drifting down from a deflagrated uproar.

You turned, flipping on your back to the dark granite as you laid flat against it, "I forgot to say happy birthday to you."

Steve let out a low chuckle as a sign that everything was okay again, "It really was a happy birthday to me."

[majesty-madness]

A Past Encounter - Bucky Barnes x reader (nsfw)

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to 1940, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Word Count: 1900+

Warnings: Modern times, scared & angry Bucky, Post-Serum Steve, cursing, mentions of HYDRA, bad explanation of science, Steve's optimism (because why not)

a/n: Not proofread.

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Chapter Four

What was going to happen now? How would this all play out?

Bucky obsessed over those questions even as they were heading home on the quinjet. 

The entire way back to the compound, the super soldier couldn’t bring himself to sit or relax. He simply stood, staring off into space as he got lost inside his own head. 

First and foremost, he was scared; scared because Y/N disappeared and he had no idea where she could be. 

And second, he was confused. 

He knew what he saw, but he didn’t know if his brain could wrap around what he’d seen. One moment, Sam and him were fighting HYDRA agents then suddenly Tony had appeared before them through this glowing blue and orange hole that came into being from the air. 

Where did it come from? What was it? 

And why had Y/N disappeared when she chased Tallis?

So many questions with very few answers. 

Tony had established, before they left the hideout, that there were security cameras all over the place and that he would extract all the footage stored in the cameras from that day, and they would look over the videos together. 

They could not get to the compound fast enough. When they had gotten back, Bucky practically sprinted off the ship and into one of the conference rooms. 

He didn’t care to hide how on edge he felt for his mind was on one person and one person only, everything else fell short on the list of priorities. 

The rest of them came strolling inside the conference room, Tony immediately stepping out of his suit and ordering FRIDAY to upload all the camera footage and play it back. 

“Play all video from the compound from each of our locations.” Tony said, the a.i. doing so before he finished talking. 

Several holographic screens appeared in front of the team, starting each video at the same time stamp, down to the second. 

For the first several minutes, it showed everyone in their own section of the building fighting off HYDRA until eventually the screen showed Tony magically appearing in Bucky and Sam’s sector of the structure. 

“What happened?” Steve asked out loud, gesturing to that same screen. 

Sam stepped forward. “Bucky and I had been in the middle of fighting when Tony showed up.” 

“Randomly appeared, is more like it.” Tony chirped in. 

“So Tallis teleported Tony to a different location?” Natasha asked, knowing the answer already. 

Steve nodded, eyes still focused on the screens. “It would seem so.” 

Then they went silent, continuing to watch the footage, and not too long after seeing Tony drop in on Bucky and Sam’s location out of nowhere, they saw something strange. 

“Wait, rewind it…” Steve told FRIDAY, and she proficiently did so. Her processors rewinding the video to the point in which Y/N disappeared. 

At full speed, Y/N ran down a hallway then quickly turned a corner, sprinting through some blue-orange hole formed in the air and didn’t come out the other side  when it vanished. 

“What the hell…” Natasha muttered out. 

“What is that?” Sam asked out loud now. 

Bucky took an unsteady step toward the holographic screen, watching FRIDAY loop the point from when Y/N ran the hallway to after she was gone. 

His hardened gaze searching for some logic behind the mystery of what he was looking out. 

FRIDAY took the liberty of rewinding and slowing down the speed of the video. Frame by frame they watched again as Y/N jumped through a portal after Tallis and they both were gone. 

“So they both disappeared? Where the hell would they have gone?”  Natasha asked, scanning over the room of individuals.

Steve had his arms crossed over his chest, head dipped down from the screens. “The reports mentioned how the victims would describe a series of events like this; one moment they’d be in one place and then would be somewhere else, somewhere they didn’t recognize.” 

“Like transporting? He can transport now?” Sam added sarcastically.  

“When FRIDAY scanned the building, she tracked a quantum type signature; one that warped the atoms or more specifically bent the atoms of our time.” Tony began to explain, gesturing in the air to FRIDAY even though she had no physical body. 

“You mean he can travel through time?” Steve vehemently asked. 

Sam scoffed, “Great, going full on Back to the Future up in here.”

“Well an argument can be made for Quantum Leap.” Tony quipped. 

“Alright, guys..” Steve interjected before the two could continue their banter. Then he turned to Tony. “Is there any way you can track it?” 

Tony got quiet. 

Steve raised a brow at the man, expression worried. “Tony.”

The scientist shook his head, “Look, I can track the energy signatures here, I mean that’s easy but there’s no tangible way to track Tallis or Y/N without knowing where they ended up.” 

“But they could’ve ended up anywhere.” Natasha pointed out, causing Tony to look her way.

She could then see the remorse in his eyes. 

“So that means-“ Sam began but Bucky interrupted him.

“We can’t find Y/N.” 

Tony only sighed as his answer while Steve shook his head exasperated. 

None of the other Avengers dared spare the super soldier another look, afraid their sympathetic gaze might set him off. It was already easy to tell how much tension was radiating off his body, waiting to break like a compressed spring. Nothing any of them had to say was going to help him feel better. 

In a frustrated stupor, Bucky stormed out of the room, legs carrying him out on the nearest balcony.

The wind felt crisp against his skin, the oncoming sensation of rain coming coupled with the dark gray clouds flooding the sky.

His flesh and metal hands gripped the railing with crushing weight, barely listening to the way the metal crinkled under his touch. 

Bucky leaned forward, resting his body against the hands that gripped the railing while his thoughts raced back through all that happened that the last several hours even to the events of the morning. 

Him lying in bed with Y/N, kissing her good morning, reassuring her inside the quinjet, the panic rushing through him when he lost contact with her, the dread whirling inside realizing she was gone. 

He recalled the conversation they’d had early that morning. 

���...raiding places like this makes me think for a moment that I'm walking into a trap and suddenly I’ll be strapped down to that chair again.” 

“I wouldn’t let that happen.” 

“I know you wouldn’t but that’s what scares me sometimes; knowing that if anything were to happen to me, you’d fight with every part of you to come find me.” 

“Because I love you, and I know you’d do the same for me.”

“You’re damn right I would.”

Goddamn it. 

He promised that no matter what he’d whatever it took to keep her safe, and he couldn’t even do that. 

Y/N managed to travel through time in some glowing portal that some random HYDRA agent was able to pull off, and she could have been sent to the dark ages for all he knew; being burned at the stake just for being a stranger.

The metal railing crushes ever more under his superhuman strength until the framing shattered the glass that made up the wall of the balcony.

Bucky backtracked a few steps as he observed the amount of glass that broke, and cracked under his combat boots; his reflection staring back at him from the ground. 

Fear. Fear is about the best word he could use to describe himself right now. Despite the frustration that fell over him, fear was the real center of it. And again his eyes found the darkened sky, thoughts racing every which way; trying desperately to find some shred of hope that things would be okay. 

Y/N will be home in a matter of days, and then he’ll get to hold her in his arms, tell how much he loved her, how much she changed his life for the better. However, the uncertainty of the situation caused a deep rooted doubt to claw inside his chest. 

“Y/N…” He nearly pleaded. 

Where was she?

“Buck..” A familiar voice said from behind him. The name caused Bucky to go completely still, his natural walls coming up to keep him from being vulnerable. Though he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep up the act in front of Steve of all people. 

“What, Steve?” 

Steve took a second pause then said, “Tony says that even though he can’t track Tallis, he’s having FRIDAY download every newspaper, article, magazine, photo, to find some kind of reference to Y/N. Seeing as how she ended up lost in time, we should be able to find something.”

Bucky whipped around to face his friend, brows pinched in irritation. “And what if we don’t? What are we supposed to do then?!”

“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out! We always do.” Steve quickly retorted back, no sign of annoyance towards Bucky’s attitude. He understood well how worried Bucky felt right now, and Steve would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared for her too. 

He began to stare Steve down, watching his expression remain undeterred by his concern as the seconds ticked by. And then Bucky’s own face morphed into one of exhaustion. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, Buck. I understand.” 

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just wish it had been me instead of her.” 

Finally, Steve walked forward, eventually ending up at the railing beside Bucky. “And if it had been you then Y/N would be right here thinking the exact same things as you.”

The brunette didn’t respond, remaining quiet as he felt Steve had more to say. That was proven right when Steve spoke again. 

“But she’d trust that she could bring you back, so don’t give up hope, Buck, because if you do then she has no one to help her.” 

Bucky shook his head, silently scolding himself for being so pessimistic. Though he knew it was just how he was after all those years under HYDRA’s thumb.

“I know; of course I know that.” Was all he uttered, voice trailing off at the end. 

Then he felt the heavy, but comforting weight of Steve’s hand on his shoulder. “The important thing is that we keep looking for a way to get her back, we’re all worried and we’re all willing to do whatever it takes to bring her home. Remember you’re not alone anymore.” 

Bucky took a moment to collect himself, the eased feeling of humor making its way to his brain. “How do you know just what to say? It’s like you’re some constantly revolving optimistic speech machine; saying exactly what someone needs to hear.” 

That time Steve laughed, retracting his hand. “Force of habit I guess.” 

Bucky let himself smile fondly as he recalled way back when Steve was a small kid who didn’t know any better and yet could still talk from the heart. Steve had always been good with words in a way that made Bucky wish he could be like that. 

The two friends remained silent for a moment, basking in the silence that was more or less comforting even if the lingering fear hovered over them. 

“So what do you say, ready to go find Y/N?” Steve asked, a hopeful look in his eyes. 

Bucky smirked at his friend’s giddy optimism. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

[kaunis-sielu]

Sick: 5

You use the bots to get both men into the building. Pepper has come from the office, tears in her eyes to stare at Tony from the other side of the glass.

“How are you feeling?” Helen asks as you walk back into the lab.

“Fine. I kept my helmet on the whole time I was out there. Filtration system, but it was weird, I didn’t see any men.” You tell them as you get to work. The boys are still holding the stretchers that Happy and Peter are on.

“Only women?”

“From what I could tell. The only one that got close enough for me to be positive was the woman who wasn’t actually her.”

“So creepy.” Jemma says and you suddenly realize that she’s not in her hazmat suit.

“Your suit!”

“Helen made a breakthrough while you were gone.”

“We hope,” Helen corrects, “all of the guys have A blood. Either A positive or A negative.”

“Steve has AB.”

“Why do you just know that?” Jemma asks looking mildly concerned.

“The amount of time I’ve had to stitch that man up and or give him blood it would be weirder if I didn’t know.” You tell Jemma who frowns and nods. “Peter is B positive.” You tell them, your heart sinking. He’s still sick.

“Damnit.”

“Helen.” You say suddenly, “take some of Jemma’s blood and try to infect it.”

“What?”

“What if it doesn’t have anything to do with the blood?”

“I’m B negative.”

“Good. That’s a blood type that we haven’t seen yet.”

“I should get some from one of the guys too.”

“I think Scott is B negative. I’ll call him.” You offer and Helen nods.

“I like that you offered my blood up and not yours.” Jemma teases and you roll your eyes at her.

“My blood wouldn’t show anything. Inhuman remember?”

“Lucky bitch.” She murmurs and you know she’s trying to keep the mood light. You know you probably shouldn’t ask but you can’t seem to stop yourself.

“How,” you take a breath, “how is he?” Helen’s eyes soften and she gives you a little smile.

“Seems fine. FRIDAY is monitoring for any changes. He’s watching the news. Why don’t you go sit with him after a decontamination shower?”

“You don’t mind?”

“No. There’s not much you can do here now anyway.” Helen says shooing you toward the showers. You shower quickly so that you can get to Steve, you don’t know how much longer you might have with him. When you unlock the room he’s in your heart is in your throat you’re so anxious.

“Hi Sweetheart,” he says with a soft smile and you’re so relieved you can’t help but burst into tears. “Oh Sweetheart.” He soothes gently pulling you to him. “I’m sorry. I just, I couldn’t let him hurt you. I didn’t think.” He tries to soothe but you’re so fucking scared. You’re so scared you’re going to have to watch him succumb to whatever this is and that you’re not going to be able to stop it.

“I can’t, what if, fuck Steve.” You can’t seem to get a whole thought out at once.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

“How can you possibly know that?”

“Because, Helen, Jemma and you on the same problem? Sweetheart they don’t stand a chance.” You love his blind confidence in you, and you know that he’s trying to stay positive but until he hits the 48 hour mark you’re not going to be confident that he’s going to be okay.

“I just wish we had an inkling of what’s going on. Have you come up with anything on the woman?”

“No. FRIDAY is working on tracking her but it’s been hard. Can we just watch a movie? Try not to worry?”

“I’ll do my best.” You tell him, you’re not overly confident you’ll be able to let the worry completely go but curled up next to him always sounds nice. Instead of sitting next to him on the couch Steve guides you into his lap.

When you’d first started dating he’d been so hesitant to touch you without asking first. Now, it’s harder to keep his hands off of you and you love it, especially because of how much Tony, Bucky and Sam always bitch about it.

If someone asked you wouldn’t have been able to tell them what you watched. You spend most of the movie focusing on him, on how he breathes, how his hands feel against your skin, the way he smells. Everything.

You need to memorize it all.

“I love you.” Steve says softly and you wanna bottle his words to hold them with you forever.

“Say it again.” You beg him and he kisses you softly,

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You tell him and Steve kisses you again.

“It’s going to be okay.” He whispers, “I feel fine.”

“But Bucky.”

“I know Sweetheart.” Steve soothes, “but my serum is different than his so maybe.”

“Yea maybe.” You’re not hopeful but you don’t want to be sad so you don’t disagree.

You’re halfway through the second movie the door flies open and both you and Steve go on the defensive.

“Helen? What’s wrong.”

“It’s chromosomes.”

“What?”

“XY. It’s the XY chromosome.”

“How?”

“I don’t know but whatever this is is like attacking only the guy’s cells, it just kinda dies in Jemma’s sample.”

“So next step is figuring out how to stop it.” Steve says, he’s so confident.

“Yea, that’s it.” Helen says her eyes meeting yours. You both know it’s not going to be that simple.

“How can I help?”

“Stay with Steve, watch him and if I need you I’ll come and get you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yea.”

You finish the movie then take turns reading your book, it’s not until he falls asleep on the couch that you slip out of the room. You want to check on the other guys.

“Hey, how’s Steve?”

“Fine for now.” You go to each bed, gently touching each of your friends, your family, and make sure none of them are feeling any pain.

You work with Jemma and Helen for a half hour then decide to go out, to see what’s going on outside. If anyone needs help you can do your best, do what you can and assure people they haven’t been abandoned by the Avengers.

You take the iron legion with you, they help move cars out of the road, put out literal fires, bring people to medical facilities and are a huge help in general. You’re assisting a woman with getting her partner into a car when your ear piece crackles to life.

“Nox. You should come back.”

“I will in a bit,”

“No. Nox, now.” You hear a deep cough in the background and your heart plummets.

“Steve.”

“Yea.”

“FR-FRIDAY.” You choke, “get me home.”

“One of the iron legion will take you. It is unsafe for you to be driving in your condition.” She’s not wrong, one of the iron legion scoops you up and takes off. Someone in the crowd screams but you couldn’t be safer if it was Tony carrying you.

You’re back to the compound faster than you thought you’d be, but it’s still not fast enough. You sprint onto the med bay and when your frantic gaze meets Helen’s calm one she tilts her head toward Steve’s room.

“He’s still awake, I think he’s been waiting to see you.” Your heart is in your throat but you move swiftly into his room.

Steve is laying on the couch where only a few hours ago he’d been holding you and watching a movie. He’s got his eyes closed but you can tell he’s struggling, he’s pale and his chest rises and falls with deep breaths. It physically hurts you to see him like this, you’ve seen pictures of him before the serum but to see him like this is brutal.

“Steve?” You whisper and his eyes open, just a crack, and he smiles at you.

“Hi Honey.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been worse.”

“Considering you almost died every winter before the serum that isn’t comforting.” You have to try and keep it light or you’re going to lose it. “Let me help you?”

“Gimme a kiss first Honey?” He asks and so you kneel next to him and press a soft kiss to his lips letting your power put him to sleep. Once you know he’s out you pull away from him, put your head on his chest and sob.

Your whole body shakes from the effort, gasps fall from your lips. You need this moment of grief so you can focus later, you need to be able to turn this side off but first you need to mourn.

“I love you Steve Rogers so you better fucking fight this with every ounce of your Captain America stubbornness. Don’t you give up on me now.” You tell him before kissing his cheek then you wipe your tears, stand up and head out into the lab.

“Are you-?” Jemma starts and you cut her off.

“Don’t. Please just don’t. I can’t.”

“Okay, what can we do?”

“Figure this out. I’m going to figure out where the fuck it came from. I’m getting Natasha and Yelena and we’re going to find the fuckers that did this and make them fix it.” You tell them before storming out. You mean it, you’re going to find them and make them pay.

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Out Of The Darkness, Chapter 4

It was the start of Grace’s second week at the Avengers base, she had settled in pretty well so far. She’d been able to get her bearings more around the place, luckily for Stark, so Loki didn’t have to put anymore arrows on his walls.

She was in the kitchen getting something to eat, then Natasha asked if she wanted to go watch some of them train. So Grace followed her to the training hall, where Loki, Tony, Thor and Clint were.

Loki had barely been putting much effort into anything, until he spotted Grace enter. Then he instantly upped his game and stopped going easy on the others. After blasting Tony into the nearest wall and almost destroying his suit, turning Clint’s arrows into gummy worms and tricking Thor with his illusions, Clint called him out.

‘So much for going easy on us, what’s with the showing off?’ Clint yelled at him as he held up the large gummy worms that were once his strong arrows.

Loki shrugged. ‘I just suddenly realised that you imbeciles won’t get any better if I keep taking it easy with you.’

‘Brother, we need to remember they are mere mortals. They will never be as powerful as us.’ Thor boasted as he walked over to pat Loki’s back.

‘For once in his life, my brother is correct.’ Loki reluctantly said.

Grace giggled from the side-lines.

Natasha face palmed. ‘Bloody Gods, always reminding us that they are mightier than us.’ She muttered to Grace before going over to join in properly with the training.

Loki opted to join Grace on the bench.

Even with Loki out of the picture, the others still continued to bicker while they fought with one another.

‘Is training always like this?’ Grace asked Loki.  

‘This is tame, actually. I’m surprised that Starks’ suit hasn’t’ Loki was cut off when there was a loud explosion, as Tony’s blasters blew up and pieces of his suit went flying like bullets across the entire hall.

Loki was able to quickly use his body as a shield to protect Grace. She was a bit stunned at first at the sudden closeness, with Loki’s face right on front of hers, but his cheeky smirk put her at ease.

‘Exploded…’ He finally finished, making Grace laugh.

When Loki leaned back, Grace could see Natasha and Clint on the ground, groaning and cursing at some sharp bits that had gone into them. Thor was unaffected.

‘Sorry guys.’ Tony called out, he was just lying on the ground and put his hand up in the air.

‘He’s always trying out new tech.’ Loki muttered to Grace. ‘Are you ok? No bits got you?’

‘No, I’m fine… Thank you.’ Grace assured him and she reached out, just to put her hand on his forearm briefly. It was the first time she had initiated touch of any kind, and even though it was short lived and over his armour, it made Loki’s heart soar that she trusted him enough.

Later that day, after Natasha and Clint was seen to by first aid, everyone gathered in the common room for a big dinner that Steve had cooked.

‘Grace was there too?’ Steve asked upon hearing about the incident earlier. ‘Are you ok? You should get checked over too.’ He said as he looked towards her.

‘No need, I was there to save the day. As usual.’ Loki said cockily.

‘Wow, you must be something special. Loki doesn’t usually go out of his way like that.’ Wanda teased.

Loki glared at her across the table.

‘Has Jones been over to update about Kilgrave?’ Bruce asked, looking around the table.

‘Yeah, she called the other day, still nothing yet.’ Tony said, glancing at Grace who just looked down at her plate.

There was silence for a moment. Then Grace spoke up.

‘He will be in hiding.’ Everyone turned their attention towards her.

‘While he is rather impatient and has a bit of a temper, at the same time he can be incredibly patient when it comes to waiting things out for his advantage.’

‘He has a temper?’ Vision asked.

Grace nodded. ‘It varies in severity.’

‘I know it’s not nice to think about, Grace… But, what sort of things does he make people do? What has he made you do? We need to know what we are up against. To stop him.’ Tony said.

She looked at Loki nervously.

‘You don’t need to say what he’s made you do specifically, if you don’t want to.’ Loki assured her.

‘I uhm. He… He once made this couple let us live in their home for a week. At the end, when he didn’t need them anymore. He had the man kill his own girlfriend, with his bare hands. Then he told him to…’ Grace leaned back on her chair and put her hand over her mouth for a moment. ‘He made him cut her body up and dispose of it down the garbage disposal. Then he told him to kill himself with a kitchen knife.’

Everyone was silent for a few minutes, a few were put off their food.

‘Well… that’s put a downer on dinner.’ Tony coughed.

‘You asked.’ Loki snarled at him.

‘So… people actually do this sort of thing without any kind of hesitation?’ Bruce asked.

Grace nodded. ‘It’s like… You know what you’re doing, and there’s part of your mind screaming at you not to, but you just physically can’t stop yourself from doing what he’s said. Your body takes over, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. He even had a guy chuck his four-year-old son out of a car and leave him in the middle of nowhere, crying his eyes out… Just so we would get peace for a journey. He makes a busy café go completely silent by just shouting at everyone to shut up. Or a man chuck his hot coffee over himself just because he looked at him wrongly.’

‘Jesus.’ Clint said quietly, shaking his head.

‘How are we going to deal with someone like that? If he gets a word in to any of us, he could have us use our powers on each other, or ourselves. Or innocent civilians.’ Natasha said.

‘I wonder if his powers would work on the Gods.’ Bruce said, looking at Loki and Thor.

‘I wouldn’t like to find out. Could you imagine if he got them under control?’ Wanda said, eyes wide.

‘We are here.’ Loki drawled. ‘And I’d be more concerned if he got you under control, too. With your own mind powers.’

‘True.’ Natasha said, looking at Wanda. She and the Gods were the ones to be worried about if he did get them.

‘Have you ever seen anyone not be effected by Kilgrave?’ Vision asked Grace.

‘Apart from Jessica, no.’

‘Hmm. If Jessica has managed to break free, there must be a way. I’d be surprised if you two weren’t able to fight off his powers, you have strong minds.’ Bruce said to Loki and Wanda.

‘Hey. I do too.’ Thor argued.

‘Not to their extent. But whether being a God means natural immunity to it, I don’t know. The only way to know for sure would be if we had him here under observation, where we could test.’ Said Bruce.

Grace felt sick at the mere thought of Kilgrave being nearby, she was glad he wasn’t here. Even under observation.

After eating, the team all decided to go and watch a film in the den.

‘Don’t worry, Gracie. We will figure out a way to stop him.’ Tony said as he passed by her.

Grace visibly flinched and then she stopped dead in her tracks, but only Loki noticed the sudden change in her demeanour. She looked horrified, like she was about to pass out. He noticed her hands starting to shake.

‘Grace, are you alright?’ He went towards her, but she turned on her heels and rushed out of the room without saying anything.

Loki glared at Tony.

‘What? What did I do?’ Tony asked, looking genuinely confused.

‘You called her Gracie. By process of elimination, I suspect that’s what he called her.’ Loki growled at Tony.

-

Loki went looking for Grace, he found her sitting on the large window ledge that looked out to the back garden. He’d often see her sitting there, looking out. He had a feeling it was perhaps her safe space.

‘Grace?’ Loki spoke softly, approaching cautiously.

She had her knees tucked up under her chin and arms wrapped around her legs, protecting herself. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and she was shaking.

Loki slowly sat on the window ledge near her. ‘It’s what he called you, isn’t it? By that nickname?’

Grace nodded and wiped her eyes. ‘I… I’m sorry.’ She whispered.

Loki frowned. ‘You’ve got nothing to apologise for.’

‘For rushing off like that… Tony didn’t know, none of you did. I should have told you all. But I, I didn’t actually think I’d have such a strong reaction.’ She shivered hard and fresh tears fell down her cheeks. ‘He called me that a lot. Especially when…’

Loki nodded, understanding what she was trying to say. He slowly reached over towards her and put his hand near her on the ledge, palm up.

She stared at it for a moment, then shakily reached out and put her hand into his. He closed his fingers around her, but not tightly, just so he could rub his thumb over the back of her hand. He felt her hand still shaking, but the way she closed her eyes and began breathing better made him realise it was the right thing to do. That she needed the comfort.

‘He just had to say one single sentence, and that was it. Nothing I could do to stop him. When Tony called me that, it just… brought so many memories flooding back to me all at once.’

‘There will be many times where that happens, I’m afraid to say. And I can’t say it will get easier because those memories will always be there. But you’ll learn ways to cope.’

Grace nodded, though she was just looking at their hands and didn’t look anywhere else. She focused on how much larger Loki’s hands were in comparison to her own, though he was a God after all, everything about him was larger and stronger. But it made her feel warm inside that a God of his strength and power, was so soft and comforting to her. He was actually going out of his way, constantly, to help her.

After taking some time with Loki, then with herself, Grace went back to join all the team to watch the film.

‘Grace, I’m so sorry.’ Tony said when she walked into the room.

‘No, don’t apologise. You didn’t know. I didn’t even know I’d have quite that reaction… There’s just so much I need to get used to again, and get over.’ Grace said nervously to Tony and the team.

‘Bruce is rather good at yoga and calming the mind. If you’re interested, I’m sure he’d be delighted to have a student.’ Natasha said, noticing the way Bruce’s face did light up at the idea.

‘Oh yeah, it might help you to calm your mind and clear your thoughts. Yoga is a really good way to calm the body, too.’ Bruce said with a smile.

‘Yeah… That might be pretty good actually. Thanks.’ Grace nodded and smiled.

She didn’t know why everyone was being so nice to her, helping her out so much. She really felt like she didn’t deserve it, at all. After everything she had done... But she certainly hoped that in time, she could fit in more and maybe even find herself again.

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In the beginning, Steve doesn’t see anything weird in it.

They’ve finally moved together to the Tower, and as every member of the Avengers starts finding their place in their new dynamic, Stark does too. Bruce seems comfortable spending time in his new lab, Thor has taken great pleasure in trying up cooking, so he spends most of his time in the kitchen, and in the meantime, Nat and Clint are getting used to sparring in the new installations, just as Steve is.

When it comes to Stark, it seems like his place, or at least where he feels more comfortable, is in his workshop, putting his mind to work. Previous to their meeting, Steve knew Stark was a genius. So no, he doesn’t see anything weird in him inviting him to the workshop so they can talk about upgrading his suit in so many ways. He doesn’t see anything weird in Stark taking so much interest in it: not in the way his suit suddenly becomes more functional and definetly not in the way his shield has become more manageable thanks to him.

Just as he doesn’t see anything weird about finding an old New York Dodgers cap in his bed one night after having spent that day’s lunch talking about baseball with his teammates. Tony was there, of course, but he didn’t say much. To be completely honest, Steve had doubted if he was listening to them at the time. 

It isn’t until he realizes the cap is a real limited edition that must have cost a small fortune that he starts to wonder just how much attention Stark had actually been paying.

From then on, he starts being more observant. Especially, he starts paying attention to the only person he knows would be able to buy such an expensive, albeit thoughtful, gift.

And he’s not sure what to do with his conclusions.

Barely a week after receiving the cap, Steve comes home to find his entire kitchen remodeled after it confessing to his teammates how hard he was finding it to cook on a ceramic cob, when he had grown up cooking on gas stoves. Barely a few days after, Steve finds new clothes in his dressing room —that huge, almost-empty room he found so daunting in the beginning—. There are suits there —suits that fit him eerily well—, and they remind him of that time he told Tony about not having anything appropriate for the gala he’s invited Avengers to. And then there are other clothes, clothes that bring him back to that time Steve had confessed to Tony how daunting he found 21st-century fashion, and how hard he was finding it to even go shopping.

“There’s just too much to choose from,” Steve told him at the time, a wry smile in place. “I feel like, the moment I try to choose, I’ll drown in all those options. I never had much to choose from in the first place, you know? Ma basically patched up every piece of clothing I owned so they lasted as much as possible.”

Tony didn’t say anything then, nodding to himself instead as he listened to him.

Slowly but surely, he finds himself realizing just how much attention Tony pays to his words. Even when it seems like the genius has his mind on other, more important things, Steve finds himself surprised yet again and again with the results of their conversations. Be it their night chats, when neither of them is able to sleep and both end up drifting towards the common room to drink some milk while watching New York’s skyline, or when Steve ends up sitting on that old sofa in Tony’s workshop, Steve finds out just how relaxing it can be to talk to Tony at the same time he realizes just how much his teammate seems to care about him.

At some point, he begins to wonder.

It’s inevitable, really: they’ve spent the past year and a half living under the same roof, battling shoulder to shoulder and sharing secrets that seemed unshareable not so long ago.

So it’s only natural when Steve starts to wonder if there might be something there, between their conversations and Tony’s attentiveness. He starts to wonder if there might be feelings that surpass what two teammates like them are supposed to experience.

It’s only natural for him to look at Tony in wonder when the genius offers him to go on a trip to Los Angeles to watch the Dodgers. “It won’t be the same, I know,” he says quickly, avoiding his gaze as he balances on the soles of his feet, both hands clutching the two tickets he swears he’s been gifted. “But I thought you’d like to see them one last time.”

At some point, he stops wondering.

Instead, he starts probing. The next time the team is sharing a movie night, instead of looking at Tony with curiosity, thinking about all the possibilities, he takes the opportunity of having him sitting by his side and invites him to rest his head on his shoulder when he starts nodding off. When they finally go to that gala —where Tony can’t seem to take his eyes off him—, and Steve realizes Tony’s uncomfortable around certain people, he stops thinking and, instead, finds himself keeping him near, not hesitating to touch him to guide him across the room.

The next time both of them end up in the common room in the wee hours of the morning, sitting on the couch facing New York’s skyline, he stops just wondering and asks, instead, in a soft, tentative whisper, “You feel it too. It isn’t only me, is it? ”

Tony, already sleepy with his head resting on the crook of his neck, shakes his head softly and, after leaving a soft kiss on his neck, whispers: “Of course not, sweetheart.”

Just as the New York skyline has been the sole witness of the countless sleepless nights they’ve shared, it feels right for it to be the witness of their first kiss.

The first of many.

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the way we were / the way we are - chapter 10 - back in my body

summary: your life isn’t normal, but normalcy is underrated. more familiar faces, and a twist you don’t see coming.

warnings: a bit more heartache 😩

a/n: glazed over most of avengers and went almost straight to winter soldier but can u blame me? c’mon.

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It’s even harder to get used to the brand new world when everything you see is a technicolor picture through a perfect lens. Steve doesn’t let up his visits and lists even when they have you moved to a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility upstate, wanting to monitor you more closely before letting you off on your own. Tony had no question you’d been fixed for good, but Fury wanted proof for himself.

“It’s just a precaution,” he’d declared at the meeting that was held after you were healthy enough to be released from the medical ward.

They hadn’t wanted to include you in the meeting at first, and a few eyes had looked your way when you followed Steve into the room. But Fury had just nodded his head when Steve had said sternly, “she stays.”

Tony had spoken up after Fury. “If it’s just a precaution, it needs a timeline. Y/N stays here under medical watch for the next month, then if she chooses, she can relocate to the Avengers Tower.”

“Deal,” Fury replied.

“I want it in writing,” Tony shot back, looking over and giving you a wink. “Air-tight, Nicholas.”

Fury rolled his eye.

Steve visits a few times a week, and each time, you cross another movie off your constantly growing list. You’ve got decades to get through. He also helps you figure out your phone – after the serum, you didn’t need the user guide, but social media was a mystery to you – and some nights, you play Scrabble. (Steve is shockingly good at the game, but he lets you win the first few times.)

After your first few days on the S.H.I.E.L.D facility, you’re introduced to Maria Hill, your handler. As part of Fury’s deal with Tony, Maria was assigned to essentially watch you day-to-day. You were given a schedule, certain blocks of time to do certain things for the first few days. Then, you could make it up as you pleased and had mostly free reign of the facility, but still needed to report back to Maria and tell her what you’d done each day. When you relocated, Fury wanted weekly updates for six months.

The first schedule they give you has a two hour block towards the end of the day that just says STEVE, and it makes you giggle.

While you’re at the facility, Tony visits on the weekend. He’s the only one you’ve told – besides Steve of course – about your ability to see the inner mechanics of things. He thinks it’s fascinating, and every time he visits, he brings a new piece of an Iron Man suit and other devices for you to decipher. Sometimes you can talk him into a game of Scrabble, and he kicks your ass every time.

You really like the internet. You read historical journals like it’s going out of style – Tony assure you it isn’t – and spend some time sifting through the few articles that have been written about Steve’s reappearance and subsequent participation in the battle of New York. People have mixed emotions regarding the Avengers, it would seem.

“Work on your combat skills with Rogers,” Tony tells you, “and I’ll consider making you an honorary Avenger.” He’s half-joking. You think.

Regardless, you listen to him. Steve’s visits become longer, and you spend more and more time in the training ring with him. He teaches you how to spar, grapple, hook, block, throw. The movements come easily, and you discover a decent amount of strength behind them. More than decent; you’re nearly as strong as Steve.

When your month is up at the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, you relocate to the Avengers Tower, as promised. Your schedule is mainly the same; a lot of reading, a lot of training. Only now, large portions of your day is spent in Tony’s lab. His designs are even more fascinating when you see the Iron Man suits in person, and Tony even allows you to deconstruct and rebuild one of his earlier marks.

At the Avengers Tower, you have even more free reign than you know what to do with. New York is still recovering, and Steve takes you on a tour of your old borough.

Barnes & Noble is twice the size as you remember it. Steve tells you are more than ten other locations in the city. It makes your heart, to know that the family business had only grown.

A different family lives in the house you grew up in now. The exterior of the house looks completely different than you remember; you only know it’s the right spot because of it’s place on the map. Something about standing there makes your knees shake, and Steve puts a steady arm around your shoulders, and whispers, “I know.”

You go for lunch most days, walk through Central Park, try as many different latte flavours you can. Steve brings a friend to lunch one day, and you have the pleasure of meeting Natasha Romanov, who seems a bit wary of you at first, but warms up to you by the time your meal is over. She offers to give you a few combat lessons of her own.

“Have you ever noticed that men never involve their legs in a fight?” she says to you. “They’re all about throwing punches. Granted, I’ve seen Steve flip a car with one hand, but even so. You’ve got the strength, and the acrobatics add flare.”

You stay in the Tower a few more months, watching New York clean itself up from the battle. Tony starts a few outreach programs and you volunteer for a while, happy to feel useful.

When Steve announces his plans to move to Washington, D.C., you’re quick to follow. You like your space at the Tower, but you feel the anxiousness in your stomach to see more. You’ve been asleep for seventy years, there’s so much to do. And the number of museums in the US capital makes you excited.

You sleep on Steve’s couch for a while, spend your days wandering the city. But the reprieve is short lived. When you hear about Tony’s mishap in Malibu, you’re quick to get on a plane. Actually, Tony sends his private jet to collect you. It’s a very different plane ride than what you’re used to, but being in the air still sets your teeth on edge.

You remember all too well what had happened the last time you were on a plane. When you decided to move from New York to Washington with Steve, you’d requested you drive instead of fly. Steve quickly agreed.

Tony is a mess. Every one of his suits is gone, and he’s a post-traumatic mess, freshly recovered from surgery to remove the arc reactor and shrapnel from his chest. “If you tell me to go to therapy, I might lose my mind,” he says as soon as you arrive at the penthouse. “You’d be the fifth person today.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you respond, lifting a shoulder. “You asked, I came. You wanna talk about it, I’ll listen. You saved my life, Tony. Whatever you need.”

What he needs, he decides, is to work. You set about helping him with a complete remodel of his suit. And working gets Tony talking. Which is good, you think. He seems a bit lighter the more he tells you. You don’t have much to offer in terms of advice, but he tells you that just listening is more than enough.

You share a bit about your nightmares. He seems to get it.

You meet Pepper for the first time, and instantly love her. She has a way of keeping Tony in line like no one you’d ever seen.

You love the sun and beaches down south, but when Steve sends you a picture of the upcoming Captain America exhibit opening at the Smithsonian, you’re back on the plane to Washington. Tony loans you his private jet once more. You’re a little less nervous this time around.

Steve wants to stay under the radar, and goes in undercover, but you’re able to enter freely. It’s not common knowledge that you were aboard the Valkyrie all those years ago, nor that you were frozen as long as Steve. Or that Tony had fixed you, and inadvertently unlocked complex powers within you. Or the original serum had. You weren’t quite sure, and neither was Tony. Regardless, your face isn’t recognizable compared to Captain America’s. You’re a walking secret.

The exhibit is bustling with people, and a narrator talks overhead. A symbol to the nation. A hero to the world. The story of Captain America is one of honour, bravery, and sacrifice.

Steve’s face is everywhere, images of him pre- and post-serum, along with his body measurements before and after.

Denied enlistment due to poor healthy, Steven Rogers was chosen for a program unique in the annals of American Warfare. One that would transform him into the world’s first super soldier.

Did that make you the second? Or the third? Was Bucky the second? Were there others?

Along the back wall, there’s a large platform holding mannequins all dressed in the uniforms of each Howling Commandos. The one in the centre dons Steve’s original uniform, the uniform you’d designed with Howard in 1943. The one to its right wears the heavy blue jacket you’d created to keep your husband safe. It hadn’t worked.

Battle tested, Captain America and his Howling Commandos quickly earned their stripes. Their mission, taking down HYDRA, the Nazi rogue science division.

There’s a painting on the wall behind the mannequins, Bucky’s face among them. Your eyes glance over it, but it still feels like a punch in the gut. You spin on your heel, only to come face to face to the portion of the exhibit dedicated to the late Bucky Barnes.

Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both the schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country.

There’s a video clip, playing on a loop on a screen. Bucky and Steve, standing side by side, laughing about something. You recognize the moment; you’d been standing off screen, making faces at your husband. Bucky couldn’t keep it together, and Steve was ribbing him for it.

You’re about to tumble to the floor when there’s a strong hand on your arm, keeping you upright. “C’mon.”

He takes you into a room with a row of seats and a projector. A familiar face is shown on the wall, being interviewed.

“That was a difficult winter,” Peggy says. She looks older, but still the same. Still as powerful as you remember. “A blizzard had trapped half our battalion behind the German line. Steve…” She pauses. “Captain Rogers, he fought his way through the HYDRA blockade that had pinned our allies down for months. He saved over a thousand men, including the man who would…who would become my husband as it turned out. Even after he died, Steve was still changing my life.”

Your jaw is nearly on the floor, and you turn to look at Steve, who is clutching his compass in his hand, looking down at the picture of Peggy Carter as you remember her, tucked inside the cover.

You put a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Let’s go home.”

+

You’ve barely settled onto the couch back at Steve’s apartment when he starts pacing the living room, clearly antsy. You watch him from your spot, ready for him to start talking. You’re ready to listen. “I’m going out,” he announces after a moment, and disappears out the door without another word, leaving you alone in the apartment.

Your night is spent on the couch, an extra large pepperoni pizza from the joint around the corner on your lap and your latest Netflix binge on the TV. You were making quick work of the historical fiction section, and had run out of Game of Thronesepisodes to watch. You send Tony a few texts, just to check in, and he replies with emojis that take you way too long to decipher.

Steve returns home just after midnight. You’re still perched on the couch, pizza long finished and an open bottle of wine on the table. You can’t get drunk, Steve had told you, but you liked the taste. And you’d stocked Steve’s kitchen with a few of your favourites. He’s silent as he takes a seat on the couch beside you. Wordlessly, you hand him your wine glass. He takes a small sip and hands it back. “‘73?”

You glance at the bottle on the table, smirking. “‘74. Good guess though.”

“You okay?” he asks, slinging an arm across the back of the couch behind you. “I didn’t realize they’d have a display just for him. I would have warned you if I’d known.”

Your jaw ticks and you just nod. “It’s okay. It’s right, that people know who he was. What he did. What he sacrificed.” You swallow hard. “I still hear his screams in my sleep. It’s the one thing I can’t shut off.”

Steve’s fingers brush your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault,” you say, blinking hard, unsure where the words are coming from but letting them out anyway. “He never would have been on that train if I hadn’t…”

“It’s not your fault,” Steve says quickly, adjusting himself on the couch and turning his body towards you. You tuck your knees up under you, one hand over your mouth. “You were kidnapped. You didn’t know what Zola would do. You had no way of knowing.”

“If I had never gone to Italy with you,” you whisper out. “If I had just stayed-”

“Don’t do that,” Steve says, and his arm slips from the back of the couch and settles around your shoulders. He pulls you into his broad chest and you tuck your head beneath his chin. “We can’t know what could have been. We just have to deal with what is. But it’s not your fault.”

You’re silent for a long moment, the only sound in the apartment coming from the TV.

And then he speaks. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

You lift your head from his chest, pulling back so you can see his face. “What?”

“When I left,” he says, his gaze dropping, “earlier. I…I went to see Peggy.”

Your eyes go wide. “You…what? Peggy is still alive?”

He nods, his face dripping with sadness. “She is. But she…she has Alzheimer’s. Her memory comes and goes; I visit when I can.” A small smile tugs at his lips. “She’s always happy to see me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask.

Steve sighs. “You’d lost enough. We both had. And coming back to all of this, I just…” He shakes his head. “I should have told you. But she’s alive.”

“That’s why you wanted to come to Washington,” you say, and Steve just nods. “Because she’s here.”

“Yes,” he replies. “But when I saw her today, I told her about you. I told her everything. She was so happy. She wants to see you, if you-”

You nod, enthusiastic. “Yes. Oh my god, yes, of course I will.”

The next morning, Steve calls the home Peggy is in, sets up some time for you to visit in the evening. The two of you eat breakfast together, but the Steve disappears out the door shortly after, heading to the Triskelion – the giant rounded building that houses S.H.I.E.L.D.’s D.C. headquarters – to finish up some mission reports. You spend most of the day working on a design for Tony, using the gigantic, way too fancy tablet he’d gifted you before you’d returned to Washington. You leave after dinner, heading out of the apartment and locking the door behind you. Steve is still out.

You run into Steve’s neighbour in the hallway, a pretty blonde in teal-coloured scrubs. Steve had told you her name was Kate, and that they’d shared a few conversations since she’d moved in.

“Hi,” she says to you, extending a hand when you turn away from the now-locked door. “I’m Kate. Been meaning to introduce myself.”

“Y/N,” you reply, taking her hand and shaking it. “You live in the building?”

“Across the hall,” she says, pointing towards her own door.

You nod. “Steve isn’t home, if you’re looking for him.

“Oh.” She blushes, looking down at her shoes. “I wasn’t. But you’re…are you and Steve…?” She trails off, but the question is clear enough.

“Oh god, no,” you say quickly, but throw up a hand at her confused expression. “Steve is great, don’t get me wrong. He’s amazing, but he’s…” You’re faltering, searching for an excuse. “We’re just friends.”

“Ah,” she responds, giving you a smile. “That’s good to know.”

“I have to go,” you say, pointing towards the stairs, “but we should get a coffee or something sometime. I could use a girlfriend in the city.”

Kate grins at you. “Sounds like a plan.”

You smile back, give a little awkward wave, and then head down the steps.

+

Peggy’s face lights up as soon as you walk through the door.

Her nurse had gone in first, told her you were there. They wanted to gauge her reaction first before letting you in.

“Look at you,” she says as you step inside. Her hair is grey, still curled like it was back in 1945, and though her face has aged seventy years, you can still see the Agent Carter you remember. “You’re just as beautiful as I remember you. After all this time.”

“Hi, Peggy,” you reply, giving her a smile. You cross the room slowly, take the chair at her bedside. She reaches for your hand and you clasp both of yours around hers.

“When Steve told me,” she continues, eyes still wide, tracing over your face, “I almost didn’t believe him.”

“Somedays, I don’t quite believe it either,” you tell her, still smiling. “Things are so different.”

She chuckles. “And yet Steve Rogers has managed to stay exactly the same.”

“That he has,” you agree. “How did we get so lucky?”

Peggy laughs again. Something catches her eye across the room, and you turn your head, following her sight line to the collection of frames on the far wall. There’s all sorts of photos, taken over the years, Peggy’s life after the war, her husband and children. There’s a photo of Steve before the serum, taken at Camp Lehigh. And there, towards the bottom…

Your own face looks back at you. There’s five of you, all sitting around a table at a pub in London. You, Steve, Peggy, Howard, Bucky. Steve sits in the centre, Peggy and Howard to his left, and you Bucky to his right. Bucky has his arm around your waist, his face turned towards you. He’s grinning down at you. A moment after the picture was taken, he’d grabbed your chin and kissed you right there in the middle of the bar. You remember.

When you look back to Peggy, your heart breaks in your chest. The confusion is plain on her face. Steve had warned you; she comes and she goes.

“Y/N?” she whispers out, her voice shake. “Y/N, you’re alive?”

You squeeze her hand, give her a gentle smile. “Hi, Peggy.”

There are tears in her eyes. “It’s been so long. So, so long.”

“I know,” is all you manage to say in return, tears rising in your throat. “I know.”

+

The assassin disappears off the edge of the office building. Steve’s hands are tight around the edge of the shield. The force of the assassin’s throw had pushed him back a few feet. He just stares down at the shield in his grip. He takes a quick look around, then pulls out his phone, clicking on your contact.

Don’t trust anyone, Fury had told him.

You answer immediately. “Steve?”

“Where are you?”

“I just left Peggy. What is it?”

“You need to get out of Washington,” he tells you. You don’t protest, so he keeps talking. “Call Stark, tell him to get you out of here. I’m gonna send you an address. A friend. You go straight there. He’ll keep you safe until Stark can get to you.”

He hears you take a breath. “You’re not gonna tell me why, are you?”

Steve sighs. “Trust me when I tell you, it’s better if I don’t.”

—————

bucky barnes tags: @moonlarking @whosfrankie @ancientbeing10 @woomen23 @itwasthereaminuteago @williamjzanders @enchantingqueenkitten

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not a soldat | part 12.

Summary: Y/N L/N is not a superhero. No serums, no agencies. Just a civilian from a long line of family that’s served in the military. Y/N’s a history buff and bit of a spy in her own special way. This somehow lands her in trouble she never saw coming and straight into the hands of Falcon, Captain America, and Black Widow… if she doesn’t get caught in the unbreakable grasp of the Winter Soldier first.

Warning for the Series: violence, angst, slow burn

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Steve hugged Bucky as you two stepped off of the quinjet. The Avengers’ compound was very impressive. Tony and the others escorted you two around, giving the grand tour. You actually liked that everyone stayed together. Of course it was easier when each room was practically an apartment. You were also grateful that no one new was added since you’ve been gone— you had shed your more quiet ways with the team, especially after having to always ask Shuri or the Dora Milaje for help with translations; but you were still an introvert at heart and new people in your intimate settings made you feel some type of way. You were the only non-Avenger, S.H.I.E.L.D. worker that would be staying in the compound housing and not just leaving when office hours ended.

“So we have Buckaroo on Steve’s floor and Caliber, Nat and Wanda called you on their floor.”

“Oh, we’re not in the same apartment?” Bucky asked.

“You two?”

“It’s just we lived together in Wakanda, we both kind of assumed.” Bucky shrugged.

“We can always change that, Pepper and I are together on the top floor. What size bed, I’ll have F.R.I.D.A.Y. put in an order. Queen? King? I suggest California King, that’s what we have.”

“Um, we still need two rooms,” you said. “If it’s work don’t bother, Tony, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, I think I can take two floors up to see printesa. Not sure if she can handle the walk though,” Bucky said, cheekily.

“Love you too,” you said before muttering under your breath. “Cur.” (Ass)

“Ce?” (What)

“Hmm, nimic.” (Hmm, nothing)

You squealed when you felt yourself suddenly in the air, looking at the floor. Bucky had lifted you over his shoulder. The tags almost hit the floor as you kept dangling but you managed to catch them in time.

“Bucky, pune-ma jos!” you said, lightly hitting his back— no real feeling behind it. (Bucky, put me down!)

“Ia înapoi ceea ce ai spus.” (Take back what you said)

“Nu.” (No)

“Atunci nu te pot da jos, printesa.” (Then I can’t put you down, princess)

“Buck, everyone can see up my skirt.”

Instead of putting you down, Bucky adjusted his hold and used his free hand to cover the space where anyone could potentially see up your dress. He turned around to Nat and Wanda, asking what floor they were on. You screamed as Bucky jostled you a bit.

“Let’s go find your room, printesa.”

The other Avengers watched you two disappear towards the elevator down the hall.

“They do know what friends means, right?” Wanda asked.

Steve laughed. “If they were together, Buck wouldn’t hesitate to let everyone know. I’m just glad she’s got Buck back to the one I remember.”

~~

Tony helped you set up your office very easily. You worked anywhere and everywhere but needed a place to store boxes and loose papers, not really wanting it all in your room. Bucky started training again, deciding to take Nick’s offer and sign to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers. Much to Sam’s joy, Bucky at least tried to run at his pace or closer to it instead of being like Steve who constantly lapped them. Because you lived with them, you let the rest of the Avengers see you a little dressed down.

Since you and Bucky had returned, Tony wanted to throw a party to celebrate the homecoming. Rhodey told you it was better if you just rolled with it so you were on your way to the mall with the women of the team to buy a fancy dress. The men were also there too in the suits department, Tony insisting new outfits were necessary for everyone.

“I’ve been to a few military balls but nothing quite as fancy as this.”

“Yeah, that’s Tony for you. Too much money, no clue what to do with it,” Nat said.

“Charity?”

“Already has five.”

“Oh, wow, okay.”

Sharon and Wanda found their dresses, leaving you, Nat, and Maria to keep looking. Your hand brushed along so many dresses. A few you liked but most weren’t your taste. While Nat was trying on dresses, you excused yourself for a minute from the group. Following the store employee’s instructions, you took the escalator to the lower floor where the suit department was. The men in their boxers tried to cover themselves as best as they could when your face peered from around the corner— except for Thor. You rolled your eyes.

“You boys aren’t that much of a sight, please.”

“You’re not looking at us even a little bit, darlin’?” Bucky leaned against the door frame of the dressing room, while the others still kept themselves covered.

“Lots of military men look like that. Just another set of muscles. Anyway, what color is your tux?”

“They showed me a dark green one, might go with that or just a black one. Is that helpful?”

“Yeah, I can’t find a dress but I figured I could start by matching it to your suit. I think we should complement each other.”

“Why?”

“Cause I like when dates match.”

“And you just knew I was going with you, printesa.”

“Do you know anyone else?”

“I know Stevie, Sam and I have been getting pretty cozy on our runs.”

“Hmm, okay, Buck.”

“Is that the sound of jealousy?”

“Of who? Sam and Steve having to stare at your ugly face all night instead of me?”

“I love you, too.”

Bucky lifted up the tags around your neck, pulling on them slightly that it moved you forward and closer to him. You had to place your hands on his torso to balance. You patted Bucky’s abs as you stood back up with proper balance.

“Okay, I’m gonna go find my dress now, I like the green idea, so you boys can stop huddling in the corner like school children.”

Bucky pulled you back in for a hug, your back against his chest, threatening to keep you hostage in the dressing room. You laughed as you struggled to get out of his grasp.

“Eww, you’re half naked,” you whined. “Let me go get my dress!”

He laughed but let you go. You playfully hit him and then bounded out of the dressing room to go back upstairs and continue looking now that you had some sense of direction. The others looked at Bucky once you had left.

“So, Caliber?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, guess I’m being forced to go with the green tux now,” Bucky huffed out a laugh while putting on his street clothes.

They all looked at each other, that wasn’t what they meant. Either Bucky was thick skulled or avoiding. Someone was going to have to take one for the team. Clint sighed, deciding he would be the one to do it.

“How long have you two been together?”

“Me and (Y/N)? Ha, we’re not together. You know you’re not the first to say that, think I heard one of the scientists say it while in cryo. Weird.”

“Yeah…” Steve wasn’t sure how to go about what he wanted to say next.

“I mean, I think we just all notice you two wouldn’t look bad together you know.”

“Hmm, I mean I guess. She’s just… my person, trust her with everything. Ha. Together, crazy. You guys are funny.”

They stood there as Bucky chuckled and walked out of the room, shaking his head.

The girls clapped as you exited the dressing room. You were in a body hugging champagne colored dress, the neckline plunging. Nat forced you to do a spin and added a pair of heels she thought would go great. You looked at yourself in the big mirror, nodding in approval.

“The slit in the dress is nice,” you said.

“Makes you look hot.”

“I just like that I can still wear the knife.”

“Right, Barnes’ knife,” Maria said. “So when did you two become a thing?”

“We didn’t?”

“Oh, no?”

“Does Bucky look like my boyfriend?”

“You two are just so close.”

“Of course, he’s my guy. Ha, together, that’s a good one. K, let me take this off and we’ll head to check out.”

The other four women looked at each other in disbelief as you headed back into the dressing room. Nat shook her head. You left the changing area and met up with the boys downstairs to pay for the dresses and suits. While in line, you were behind Bucky. He felt your head hit his back and reached behind him to pat your back as best as he could. You slipped your hand into the metal one hanging at his side.

The team watched as you two walked ahead of them out of the mall and into the parking lot. You were holding both of the bags while his arm was around your shoulder, tapping the door knock pattern. He stopped tapping your shoulder and moved to tap on your temple just to mess with you. You swatted his hand the first two times before stopping, forcing him to stop too. You tapped the door knock pattern back to him, on his forehead.

“Mai bine fugi, printesa.” (You better run, princess)

The team watched you throw the bags at him and start to run to the car. Bucky shook his head and picked up the bags before running after you. His pace was clearly a lot slower to give you a chance; but he caught up to you anyway and grabbed you. You took the bags back and you two walked like normal.

“So those two are idiots, agreed,” Tony said.

“Agreed.”

~~

Of course, you had heard of Stark’s infamous parties but there was something about being there in real life. Despite living at the compound, Tony made you all enter from the outside via limo. He also forced you all to go through the big gates and the security checks like everyone else just for the formality of it all. Everyone knew who the Avengers were so pictures and a red carpet were a must. At one point, they used to hate it, especially Nat and Clint who started as secret spies. But the team accepted it and left secret missions to the CIA or other units and now dealt exclusively with HYDRA and other threats that required more than just regular humans to stop— of course there was always cloaking technology if absolutely needed.

Bucky didn’t expect people to want to talk to him but lots of people were intrigued by the Winter Soldier. More than once throughout the night he was pulled from your side by some senator or even a socialite. However, no matter how many people pulled him away, almost every slow dance was reserved for you.

You were sitting at the bar alone while Bucky was talking to someone. You smiled at the bartender, thanking her for the drink she handed your way when you felt a hand on your back. You turned to see who it was. No one you knew. The man talked and you tried your best to have a conversation but it was a struggle, he was clearly very outgoing and since you didn’t know him you felt yourself retreating again. Sam rushed in to save you, making you get up for a dance.

“It’s great to have you back.”

“It’s nice to see your face again, Sammy… and eat your breakfast.”

He laughed. “Did you just miss me for my cooking?”

“Would you be upset if I said yes?”

“A little.”

“Then it’s totally not.”

He smiled and dipped you. Sam was always so much fun to be around. On some days you wanted to curse him for ever bringing you into this Avenger world but at the same time you wouldn’t change it for the world and that was all because of Sam.

“Can I be honest with you, Caliber?”

“Is it bad?”

“No, but it’s about you and Bucky. I know you two can’t see it but we do, the entire team. You two have something between you guys.”

“Yeah, I mean we’re f—”

“No. Friends is Clint and Nat, me and Sharon, you and me. Even Tony and Nat in their own way. You and Bucky go past that.”

“Alright, Sam.”

“Just think about it.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Both you and Sam knew you probably weren’t going to think about it at all. Bucky was just your Bucky. Sam finished your dance, it being the last dance of the night. Happy and the other bodyguards helped clear out all of the other guests until it was just the Avengers on the balcony. There was no music, just a small fire and the conversations of the team.

“Manchurian Candidate.”

“Yes, Tony,” Bucky said with a roll of his eyes.

“I think your princess is knocked out.”

Bucky looked down at where your head was laying in his lap, he was gently stroking your cheek with his hand. The team collectively took a sip of their drinks to refrain from saying anything as they watched Bucky lean in close enough that his nose brushed against yours. You reached your hand up to tap the side of cheek twice. Before you got out the last tap, Bucky tapped your cheek instead.

“You tired?”

It was phrased as a question but Bucky knew the answer already. In the prime of Winter Soldier days he was a lot like you, instead of being the usual extroverted Bucky from the 40s. Lots of people could be draining. The rest of the team was still on high from the party and the mingling but you were officially on empty.

“Tony, why are your parties so big?” you asked, turning your head to where you assumed he was but still refusing to open your eyes.

“How else am I supposed to go, Caliber?” He chuckled as you groaned in defeat.

“Do you want me to take you up, now?” Bucky asked.

“Nah, enjoy your talking. Just take me up when you leave the balcony,” you mumbled as you turned over and wrapped yourself around him as best as you could in the tight dress. The last thing you heard was Bucky apologizing to Natasha about the Red Room.

Once they left the balcony, Bucky scooped you up and carried you towards the elevator.

“Can I stay in your room, Buck? I’m tired.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, I wouldn’t want to wake you with the nightmares.”

You sat up in his arms as best as you could. “Nightmares? When did this happen?”

“First day back in the compound. The fight in Wakanda triggered it all at once.”

“Bucky, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’ll be fine. Didn’t want to worry you, printesa.”

(Part 13)...

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Sam Wilson + Rare Pairings Masterlist

A Little Ironic (ao3) - TenSpencerRiedPlease tony/sam N/R, 4k

Summary: Tony’s friends look confused and he guess he can see why they would be. He had one hell of a reputation so finding out he was not only asexual but outright disgusted by sex had to be a bit of a shock.

Sam knew of course, but they’ve been dating for over a year so this was something that came up pretty early on in their relationship.

Call Me Blind (ao3) - All The Ships (Jeniouis) clint/sam M, 4k

Summary: Clint didn’t want to go on a date. He wanted to lay here, locked up in his dark room, pining over Natasha. But Steve was knocking on his door relentlessly, chanting his name over and over again. God, his roommate could be irritating.

Or the one where Steve sets Clint up on a blind date.

Corner of the Sky (ao3) - SD_Ryan, Tchalcons t'challa/sam M, 17k

Summary: After The Raft, Sam learns to celebrate the little victories in letting their guard drop and sleeping through the night. It counts as another, to find compromise, to return home and become a hero once again. It's something more to do so as Captain America, to take command of the team at a time when the stakes have never felt higher.

It's worth it all, when the suit comes off and the shield is set down, to realize that for the first time in years, they're at peace once more.

Eternal Are Love and Joy (ao3) - Writer_Lethogica heimdall/sam E, 9k

Summary: Heimdall proposes to Sam seven years after they begin dating. Now, they're off to tell his family and find a very specific wedding dress.

Finding Home (ao3) - ruffaled rhodey/sam T, 5k

Summary: The world is ending. Again. And after being on the run for three years, as an internationally wanted fugitive, Sam Wilson finally gets to go home.

Grounded (ao3) - Brenda natasha/sam T, 4k

Summary: Damn Stark and his bullshit, ill-conceived ultimatums, and damn Steve for his inability to walk away and his blind eye where Barnes is concerned, and damn Barnes and his shady as hell past and thinking running would make that all go away, and damn himself for jumping into this mess in the first place just because he'd missed playing the hero.

Or: Post-Civil War, Sam's got a few thoughts about how everything got so fucked up.

just know you’re not alone (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor tony/sam T, 10k

Summary: Tony was settling into his new life being an Avenger. Everything was going fine, great even, and then suddenly a kid was thrown into the picture. Peter Parker becomes Tony’s world, and he’s doing everything he can to keep his son out of the spotlight. Unfortunately, some things don’t always go to plan. But would it really be such a bad thing if his fellow Avengers found out about his son?

One's not as good as two (we're one of the lucky few) (ao3) - Yavannie natasha/sam E, 3k

Summary: "Let’s cut to the chase, Natasha. What do you want to know?”

Where did you train between ‘04 and ‘06? she thinks. What exactly was your role in the 58th? What kind of missions did you get assigned in Afghanistan? Who the hell wiped your records?

“I want to know if Steve can trust you,” she says.

“Just Steve?”

Natasha takes another sip of wine and watches Sam’s face. It’s an honest face, if cautiously guarded, and his eyes are warm and friendly. “I don’t really trust anybody,” she says.

Shoot a Hole into the Sun (ao3) - keire_ke, PR Zed (przed) natasha/sam T, 28k

Summary: It was Nat who’d noticed the pattern. Every afternoon at exactly the same time, Steve and Barnes would share a heart-in-their eyes-hug, and then moon over each other at a table in their favourite coffee shop in the Tower.

Sam and Nat spend their afternoons making fun of the old people in love. Which maybe isn’t the smartest thing in the world when they just might be in love themselves.

Singing in the Dead of Night (ao3) - arsenicarcher (Arsenic) clint/sam E, 10k

Summary: On the Raft, Clint does a quick calculation of skill and experience, and takes care of things when a guard starts eyeing Wanda.

Sunkissed (ao3) - NachoDiablo, velociraptorerin m'baku/sam E, 2k

Summary: Sam's hurt on a mission. M'Baku helps him feel better.

The Royal Treatment (ao3) - danveresque t’challa/sam T, 5k

Summary: T'Challa needs to pretend to be married. Sam happens to be standing conveniently close by.

View (ao3) - NachoDiablo heimdall/sam E, 3k

Summary: Sam entertains a houseguest for the evening.

When Your World Is Turned Inside-Out And Upside-Down (ao3) - Jack_Wilder brock/sam M, 71k

Summary: Sam never really put much though into who her soul mate could be, but she never thought it would be her enemy Brock Rumlow.

Wind Beneath My Wings (ao3) - iam93percentstardust tony/sam T, 6k

Summary: Sam first meets Tony Stark in 2005 when he joins the EXO-7 Falcon program.

Worthy (ao3) - Gzmoii thor/sam E, 4k

Summary: “Sam Wilson.” Sam held out his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, Son of Wil,” Thor greeted. His smile was warm and friendly, but his eyes trailed from Sam’s head to his feet, before he nodded almost imperceptibly at the appraisal. “I hope for us to get to know each other very well tonight.”

Well.

You Like Cats? (or Sam Wilson Has No Game) (ao3) - SoftObsidian74 t'challa/sam T, 4k

Summary: Sam isn’t a fan of Halloween. Meeting T’Challa changes his mind, and wrecks his game (if he ever had any).

You Make Me Feel Like I Could Fly (ao3) - feraldanvers rhodey/sam M, 6k

Summary: The first time Sam meets Jim, their timing is terrible, and the next time seems like it's just more of the same. Maybe if they learned to use their words better, it wouldn't take a giant cephalopod to put them on the road to getting it together.

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"Expressing Love" prompts: “ you’re safe with me. you know that, right? “

Hi PoliZ!! I am so sorry this took so long, I uh... Actually I have no excuse my brain just went hmm no words <3. But, here, have a free moodboard as well?

Time's Never Been Our Side (So Would You Wait For Me)

Steve never fails to take Tony’s breath away. A lot of the time, he can't even believe that he's his, that he gets to call this amazing, beautiful man his boyfriend, who's the most kind, generous person he knows.

If Tony ever voiced that, Steve would probably argue with him, saying that with the Maria Stark Foundation, September Foundation and the countless other donations Tony does on the down low, he's light years ahead of Steve.

Tony never fails to take Steve's breath away. This gorgeous, incredible man who could literally have anyone he wants, chose him, chose him to wake up next to, to love and cherish, to fight to come home to. He gets to call this selfless, honourable man his.

If Steve ever voiced that, Tony would probably get a pained, far away look in his eyes, only seeing the lives he's taken as the Merchant of Death, and not the lives he's saved as both Iron Man and Tony Stark. He never wants to be the one to put that look on Tony's face, so he'll settle for the fact that they have the rest of their lives to remind Tony of just how good he is.

Once they had gotten away from the influence of the scepter, being in the same vicinity had been a lot easier. The Mind Stone brought out the worst in them, showcased and highlighted them, when in reality neither of them were worthy of the vitriol they spat out in the heat of the moment.

(Big man in a suit of armour. Take that off, what are you? The only thing you fight for is yourself.)

The reason they worked so well together was because they push each other, motivate each other to be the best version of themselves.

(You're a laboratory experiment, Rogers. Everything special about you came out of a bottle.)

But even then, when they were at each other's throats, Tony couldn't help noticing Steve's bottomless blue ice, matching the mind stone almost perfectly; shade for shade. Even then, Steve noticed the way the light in the room glinted off of Tony's brown ones, bringing out the flecks of gold.

Once the adrenaline of the battle has worn off, once New York is no longer under the threat of extraterrestrials, once the fear that Tony is dead becomes void, they find they work.

It's not difficult. It's not explosive or violent like it had been in the helicarrier. It's a little more like a river carving out a new path in stone, eventually making it out to sea.

It's a little more like inevitable.

Tony invites them all to live at the Tower and slowly but surely, they all move in. Bruce is the first one, and he and Tony spend entire days working on breakthroughs and experiments. Clint and Natasha, to no one's surprise, move in at the same time, once they've wrapped up a SHIELD sanctioned mission. Steve is the last one to move in. He shows up one day out of the blue, tan leather jacket and all.

There's an adjustment period for all of them, as they used to living with each other, as they get used to each other's peeves, but eventually they find they all mesh.

Team training sessions, having dinner together when they can and movie nights all feature on the list, but what amuses the others the most is that Steve and Tony somehow naturally take on the role of team dad and mom respectively. Of course it's annoying to put up with the pining looks when they think the other isn't looking, but they're SteveandTony, two sides of the same coin, like yin and yang.

They’ll get there eventually; with Natasha's help of course. And eventually, they do. The falling asleep while watching a random movie on Steve's list turns into Steve gently tucking Tony into their bed, before getting in beside him. The Tony sipping coffee sitting cross-legged on the counter top whilst Steve cooks breakfast turns in coffee dates, and breakfast dates, and lunch dates and dinner dates. The hanging out in Tony's lab, Tony working on various projects and Steve sketching away stays the same, though now, Steve knows he can walk up behind Tony and rest his head on Tony's (thoroughly annoying Tony in the process - it will definitely end up with him grumbling about stupid supersoldiers with their stupid serum and their stupid tallness) and wait for Tony to turn around, so he can kiss him breathless.

Needless to say, they still have bad days. They've been through too much for them not to unfortunately. But what matters is that they're there for each other. Tony is there for Steve with the thickest, softest blankets and hot chocolate when he wakes up shaking from nightmares about the ice. Steve is there for Tony with gentle kisses and reassuring touches when he wakes up silently screaming.

It goes like this. Neither of them will want to stay in bed, the duvet that feels so soft at any other time feeling like the heaviest of chains. They'll head down to Tony's lab, a safe haven, and soak up each other's presence whilst Jarvis plays their favourite song, relishing in each other's arms. Tony can feel Steve's heartbeat through his own skin, and Steve can hear the gentle hum of Tony's arc reactor that he's come to associate with home.

But today isn't one of those days. They had fallen into bed exhausted from a mission. It hadn't been very hard, or particularly long at least compared to some of the other missions they've been sent on recently, but it took a lot out of them all the same. They fell asleep curled up around each other, because they always, always sleep better when they know the other is near.

Tony wakes up slowly, a rarity these days, and finds Steve already looking at him, a fond look on his face. His lips quirk up into a smile, and Steve's pops out too, automatic, matching his. Steve traces the outline of the bruises Tony still has from the fight, from being bashed around a little too much in the suit, a weird expression of his face.

"It wasn't your fault, Steve," Tony says softly, taking Steve's hand and intertwining it with his own.

"You’re safe with me. you know that, right?"

Tony smiles. "Yeah," he breathes out, pressing a kiss to Steve’s lips. “I know.”