#mcu steve rogers

[asherashedwings]

This is how the first Avengers went, right?

[thewrittenpodcast]

Steve: so. You thought-

Peter: oh my god a live psa demo

Peter: can I video this?

Tony: a live what

Steve:

Steve: oh no

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #25

Danny Fenton hadn’t meant to punch Captain America in the face. In fact, he’d spent the better part of the week trying not to punch anyone, despite the rapidly growing laundry list of reasons to lose his cool—like not sleeping for seventy-two hours because Technus decided to merge his data with every Bluetooth speaker in the tri-state area, or the GIW tracking his every move again, or that weird, suspicious portal energy he kept picking up from somewhere labeled Stark Tower. Danny was running on fumes, ghostly adrenaline, and one too many Red Bulls when it happened. Really, the stars aligned perfectly for an international incident.

He’d only been in New York for six hours, trying to find the source of the energy spike without alerting every superhero on the block—because the last thing he needed was to get into it with the Avengers. Again. The last time had involved Hulk trying to punch a ghost and failing miserably, Thor throwing Mjölnir into the Ghost Zone, and Iron Man demanding to know if ectoplasm was FDA approved. It was a whole thing.

Danny was crouched on the rooftop of some high-rise, scanning with a modified Fenton Specter-Tracker, eyes bloodshot and twitching slightly. He hadn’t slept since Monday. It was Thursday.

“Hey, kid,” came a voice behind him, calm but firm.

Danny spun like a feral cat, eyes glowing, hair frizzed out with ghost static. He registered the silhouette of a man—tall, broad-shouldered, carrying a star-shaped shield—and his brain went danger. Ghost hunter? No. GIW agent? No. Super-soldier-hydra-time-travel-experiment?

He didn’t even process it. He just swung.

There was a crack like a thunderclap, followed by the very human sound of pain—a grunt that broke mid-voice like it had surprised the man himself. Captain Steve Rogers staggered back, hand pressed to his jaw, blinking stars out of his vision and trying to comprehend the fact that someone had just hit him hard enough to make him feel it. Not just feel it—wince. His serum-enhanced, war-hardened, literally-punched-by-Thor-once jaw hurt.

Danny stood frozen, fist still outstretched, pupils blown wide in horror.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. I just punched Captain America. I just decked the star-spangled man with a plan. I am so sorry—I thought you were a ghost! Or like—a time-traveling war criminal! Wait, that’s redundant—”

“Okay, wow,��� Steve mumbled, touching his jaw again. “That’s definitely gonna bruise.”

Danny looked like he was about to combust. “Why were you behind me like that?! Who just materializes out of nowhere and says ‘hey, kid’ in the middle of a rooftop stakeout?! I thought I was being ambushed!”

Steve blinked. “I was asking for directions.”

Danny gasped. “You were WHAT?”

Steve looked sheepish. “Tony dropped me off on the wrong building. Said, and I quote, ‘GPS is for cowards.’ I’ve been circling the same three blocks for twenty minutes.”

Danny stared. “Captain America got lost and asked a sleep-deprived half-ghost teenager for directions?”

“I didn’t know you were a sleep-deprived half-ghost teenager,” Steve said defensively. “You looked… competent. Specter-tracker aside.”

Danny made a strangled noise and sat down hard, face buried in his hands. “I’m going to be assassinated by your PR team.”

Steve rubbed his jaw again. “You’re stronger than you look.”

“That is not the point here!”

“No, seriously,” Steve insisted, kneeling down. “That punch? I’ve taken hits from Thanos. You rattled me.”

Danny peeked through his fingers. “Are you flirting with me?”

“What? No!”

“You’re complimenting my punch like it’s a pickup line.”

“I’m—okay, no. You’re a kid.”

“I’m nineteen!”

Steve squinted. “You look like you’ve been through five timelines and one midlife crisis.”

“I have!” Danny wailed. “Do you know what it’s like to babysit the entire ghost population of the afterlife and then accidentally elbow Thor in the ribs during a training session because you forgot he was behind you?! I’m a walking international crisis!”

Steve paused. “Wait. You trained with Thor?”

“Long story. I died once, came back, now I punch ghosts for fun and may or may not be legally considered a WMD by six governments.”

Steve took a long breath. “Do all teenagers do this now? Or is this just a… you thing?”

Danny groaned. “Just me. I’m special.”

Steve lowered his shield and sat cross-legged like they were about to have a heart-to-heart. “You okay, kid?”

“No! I haven’t slept in three days, my enemies keep possessing animatronics to scare me, and I just committed accidental patriotic assault!”

Steve tried not to smile. He really did. “You got a name?”

Danny sighed. “Danny. Danny Fenton. Or Phantom. Depends on how you know me.”

Steve looked intrigued. “You’re the ghost kid.”

Danny flinched. “I prefer ghost young adult, thank you.”

“You’re the one Nick Fury won’t shut up about.”

Danny’s eyes widened. “He talks about me?”

“Nonstop. Every meeting. ‘The ghost kid leveled a tank with his pinky finger!’ ‘The ghost kid opened a portal to another dimension with a yawn!’” Steve did a passable impression of Fury’s gruff voice. “‘You think your team’s strong? Try containing a seventeen-year-old who talks to the dead like it’s a podcast!’”

Danny laughed, a bit unhinged, definitely sleep-deprived. “I did do the tank thing. That was an accident.”

“Fury thinks you’re the future.”

“That’s horrifying.”

“You’re not wrong.”

Danny looked at him warily. “Are you gonna try to recruit me?”

Steve considered. “Honestly? Not until you’ve slept. You look like you’d punch Thor if he asked you for coffee.”

“I have, and I did, and he was proud of me.”

“…Of course he was.”

There was a moment of silence, just the city humming beneath them, both of them sitting cross-legged like two war veterans who somehow found themselves on a rooftop in Manhattan instead of the battlefield they were clearly built for.

“So,” Steve said eventually. “You gonna tell me why you’re camped out here?”

Danny pointed to the tracker. “Someone in that building”—he gestured vaguely toward Stark Tower—“is leaking interdimensional ghost radiation like it’s designer cologne. I was trying to be subtle.”

Steve looked at the tower. “That’s Tony.”

Danny blinked. “Tony Stark is radiating ectoplasmic energy?”

“Yeah. He bought a ghost portal off eBay last month. Said it’d be good for ‘multiverse surveillance.’ It… got loose.”

Danny stood up so fast he swayed. “I knew it! I told Jazz that someone was messing with rogue ghost portals again and she said I was paranoid! I am paranoid! But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong!”

“You’re… very high-strung.”

Danny glared. “Do you have a collection of alternate-universe versions of yourself constantly trying to kill you?”

Steve held up his hands. “Fair.”

Suddenly, Danny wobbled. His legs buckled, and Steve caught him with a grunt. “Woah, hey, hey! Okay, that’s enough hero time for now.”

“I’m fine,” Danny slurred. “I’ve just been awake for three days. It’s not a problem unless I—”

He passed out.

Steve stared down at the kid—a half-dead, glowing teen who apparently punched like a demigod and talked like a sitcom character on speed—and muttered, “…Tony owes me so much alcohol for this.”

He slung Danny over his shoulder and started walking toward the Tower.

A few floors down, Tony Stark looked up from his holograms and blinked as the elevator pinged open.

Steve walked in carrying what looked like a sleep-dead raccoon in human form.

Tony blinked. “Did you adopt a raccoon?”

“He punched me.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “…You?”

“Knocked me back five feet.”

Tony whistled. “Damn. Strong raccoon.”

“He’s nineteen. Name’s Danny Fenton. Ghost kid.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “Oh. Oh. The one Fury thinks is a nuclear bomb with social anxiety.”

Steve dumped Danny on the nearest couch. “Let him sleep. He earned it.”

Tony looked down at Danny. “Should I be worried he’s glowing?”

“No. But maybe hide the ghost portal.”

Tony scoffed. “I knew someone was tracking it.”

Danny stirred, groaning, “Stark, I swear to the Ancients, if I wake up and your toaster is haunted again, I’m putting salt in your arc reactor…”

Steve stared. “Wait, what?”

Tony sighed. “Long story. Ghosts don’t like me. Something about my attitude.”

Steve sat down, already dreading explaining this to Fury.

Across the room, Danny turned on his side, mumbled, “Tell the Captain I didn’t mean to punch him…”

Steve looked over, surprisingly fond. “It’s fine, kid. I’ve had worse.”

Danny let out a soft snore.

Tony grinned. “You’re getting soft.”

“He reminds me of Bucky.”

Tony choked. “Excuse me?”

Steve shrugged. “If Bucky died and came back with ghost powers, he’d absolutely punch me in the face for fun.”

“…Okay, yeah, that tracks.”

And thus began the weird, wonderful, mildly catastrophic journey of Danny Fenton, ghost boy, menace to the Avengers, and accidental best friend to Captain America, who still rubbed his jaw now and then, remembering the punch that nearly knocked out a super-soldier’s tooth.

[orwintr]

"while actions and reactions can be altered, the emotions that fuel them will remain. if those emotions can one day be altered like memories and senses, then we have lost what makes us human."

pt 1 of 2

[reckoningishere]

“Is there anybody else? I'm looking for a Sergeant James Barnes.”

[versusvirtuous]

[lokichaoss]

I love their friendship so much it means the world to me

[fandomismylife]

I think my new favorite thing is Steve carbon copy Peter.

Like, obviously not in looks, but in morals and personality, they are almost exactly the same.

So imagine some sort of shit happens that results in Peter explaining why he became a hero so young, and he says something like

Peter: I never want to hurt anybody, but someone has to stop all the people who actually DO want to hurt others, and I have the abilities to. When bad things happen and you can stop them, but you don’t, it’s on you.

Bucky, internally: omg omg omg its little Steve all over again OH MY GOD-

[enthyrea]

your art is beautiful, would you be willing to draw steve and bucky? 🙏🙏

luckily for you i drew this for a friend a little while back! its a bit wonky but i hope this is to ur liking anon

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 27

Sex Pollen /Threesome

Pairing: Steve x Reader X Bucky, stucky x f!reader

Tags/warnings: SMUT, threesome (mmf), sex pollen, sorta dub con, spit roasting, dirty talk, praise (good girl), a hint of voyeurism (Steve just stands there lmao - he's in shock but still enjoys the view), creampie, oral (m recieving), hair pulling (slight), sex pollen(for Bucky), p in v (wrap it!!), multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, cum eating, facial, light choking

Not beta'd and that's a warning. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. And as always, MDNI!

Summary: After getting the "flu" on a mission, Steve sends Bucky home. You being the good friend you are, stop by to offer a helping hand - only to get more than you bargain for. When Steve realises what Bucky's been exposed to, he rushes back to the apartment to find you both...

Word count: 2.8k 2877

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The apartment was stuffy. It usually was. But the faint scent of sweat and heat

"Bucky? Y/N? You here?" Steve called, slowly crossing the floor to Bucky's room. It was only when his hand touched the handle he could hear muffled noises from within.

Panic-stricken he flung open the door, convinced he'd have to hurt his best friend or worse, stop him from hurting you when he wasn't in his right mind. Bucky would never recover if he hurt you.

However, the sight before Steve was far from what he had imagined and he had trouble trying to figure out if it was bad or worse as his brain had seemingly stopped working.

Wet slaps echoed from the walls, as did Bucky's grunts and groans as he fucked you into the mattress. Your sounds of pleasure were muffled by the mattress - you were face down, ass up; Bucky's flesh hand gripping at your hip and his metal one splayed in the centre of your back, holding you in place while he fucked you.

Steve swallowed thickly. "B-Buck..."

Bucky's eyes flickered to Steve’s. His blue eyes were red rimmed and glassy. He offered Steve a drunken, lopsided grin, never once faltering in his thrusts.

"Hey, Stevie." He drawled, and you squeaked beneath Bucky with a mixture of embarrassment and shock. "Y/N came over to help me out. What a doll."

Bucky annunciated the last three words with three hard thrusts that had you moaning into the mattress beneath you. Steve was momentarily glad you couldn't see how his cock, already rock hard from the scene before him, twitched eagerly in his jeans. Bucky wasn't small by any means and from the sloppy slapping noises from your pussy, Bucky’s cock had already ruined you.

Steve bites his cheek so hard he tastes blood when he watches Bucky's metal hand knot in your hair, tugging your upwards off the mattress to look over at Steve. Halting his thrusts so you can focus a little, Bucky's metal arm wraps around your waist to force you to stay seated on his cock whilst his flesh hand comes upwards to grab and squeeze at your tits.

"Say hi to Stevie, doll." Bucky purrs into your ear before peppering your neck with kisses. The awareness of being perfectly skewered on Steve’s best friend's cock - suspended like a puppet before him, vaguely crosses your pleasure filled mind. However, obeying Bucky wins out; thanks to him fucking you stupid.

"S-Steve." You whimper pathetically, your face flushed and eyes glazed. You look as well and truly fucked out as you feel but with how Steve is looking at you, you suddenly want more. Your pussy pulses around Bucky's cock and it makes him groan wantonly next to your ear.

Bucky's grip on your waist tightens as he ruts into you hard, chuckling as your tits bounce in time with each thrust. The sound wet flesh against flesh and moans fill the room again, somehow louder than before and your face reddens with a mixture of lust and shame as Steve continues to stand there in the doorway, unable to tear his eyes away from you and Bucky, his cock aching painfully as he palms it gently.

Bucky's hand finds its way to your throat, pulling you flush against him and squeezing lightly. You can feel his breath on your neck; hot and heavy as his free hand gropes at every bit of flesh he can find.

"Can you cum for me again doll? Please?" Bucky whispers to you, half begging. "I wanna show Steve what you look like cumming over my cock."

Bucky's groping hand glides up your sternum, tweaking at a hardened nipple and making you cry out. You try to fight the waves of pleasure but when you accidentally lock eyes with Steve, your concentration slips.

"B-Bucky, please, please." You begin to plead, hoping that somewhere in his lust-addled brain that maybe doing this to Steve was a bad idea (although you were also desperate to cum). Steve was your friend, he was Bucky's best friend, and even though you'd thought about having him, having Bucky, having both; it had never been discussed. And if you came over Bucky's cock in front of Steve, like Bucky's seductive whispers begged of you, Steve would never be able to unsee the image of you cumming and you would never be able to unsee the look on his face when you did. Your relationship with both the men had changed today, whether you liked it or loved it, the question was how much did you value Steve's friendship to try to not cum?

"Steve," you huff when Bucky mistakes your pleas for encouragement and fucks you harder still - attempting to chase your release for you. Bucky's teeth nip roughly at the exposed skin on your neck and you mewl in soft protest as your pussy grips Bucky's cock like a vice, tightening on each thrust.

"That's it." Bucky praises, kissing at the skin he'd marked. "Good girl. Our good girl."

His orgasm is voiced with a now-familiar soft groan, and you can feel the warmth of Bucky’s cum seep throughout your pussy as you shudder an orgasm. A wave of guilt washes over you as you pant desperately, leaning against Bucky for support.

"Steve," You whisper. How do you begin to explain? How do you even navigate a situation like this? Why is he still standing there?

Once again, Bucky gets the wrong idea. Kissing your face sweetly, he speaks to Steve.

"'S a good idea doll. Stevie should try you too."

"Doll," Steve huffs, cheeks red, ignoring Bucky. "Tell me you want this. Tell me it's okay."

An unexpected turn of events, to say the least. Your anxiety melts away to the steadily increase of your heart rate, warmth blossoming from your core all the way upwards to douse your cheeks red. Steve's gaze is intense, like he wants to ravish you like Bucky had been, but is waiting for you to make that decision.

"It's a lot more than okay." You say after a moment, finding your voice. As soon as the words leave your mouth Steve is stepping through your abandoned clothes, adding his own to the mix as he inches towards you.

Bucky's hands wander over your body appreciatively, his head on your shoulder placing sweet kisses as Steve approaches almost shyly to the bed. Steve's added weight makes the bed dip and when he's kneeling before you, you can feel your breathing catch and your pussy tense around Bucky, whose softening cock is still nestled inside you.

Steve was as beautiful as you'd imagined. His broad shoulders and toned muscles were sleek in comparison to Bucky, an almost-reminder of what he used to look like before the serum. His skin was warm to the touch when he cupped your face, tilting your jaw to look up at him that little bit more, and you sighed dreamily. The haze from your multiple orgasms from Bucky made your eyes blur slightly and Steve's face looked like it was hidden behind a golden halo, the heat of which scalded your skin the moment his lips met yours.

"I think Steve should fill your pussy, doll." Bucky huffs. "It's only fair - I've filled you three times."

"Th-three?!" Steve balks breaking the kiss, cheeks burning. Your hands are busy exploring Steve's torso with curious gentleness; Bucky hadn't given you much of a break between orgasms and you wanted to catch your breath and appreciate the soldier in front of you. You'd already appreciated the one behind you enough.

"I dunno what's gotten into him, Stevie." You murmur, kissing along Steve's collar bone. "But... gonna be honest, I don't think I mind."

"After three loads, no, I don't think you would." Bucky chuckles from behind you, pulling out of you with a short grunt and patting your ass appreciatively before gently tugging at your hips to get you to turn to face him.

With one last kiss to Steve's mouth, you concede and turn to Bucky, who immediately captures your lips in a rough kiss. You whimper softly at the suddenness but then Steve's lips are on your neck and you're slowly unravelling between them, leaning further back into Bucky.

"Show Steve the mess you let me make," Bucky urges, pulling you back with him as he leans back, tapping your thighs gently. You follow suit, unknotting your legs from beneath you and letting your legs fall apart with a short breath. Bucky's preoccupied by your marked tits on display and gropes them gently, running a thumb over a small dark patch of skin and elliciting soft hums of pleasure from you.

Steve gently grips the flesh of your thighs and pries them open, groaning at the sight before him. You whimper beneath him, the cool room air against your pussy making it jump and twitch more than it already was. Bucky was right about making a mess; his cum was leaking from your hole and was covering your thighs with a glossy sheen.

"Oh shit, Buck." Steve breathes, kneading your flesh as he watched your pussy quiver with a lick of his lips. "You made a real big mess."

Gathering some of the dripping cum onto two thick fingers Steve drags his hand upwards and slowly pushes back into your slick, ruined pussy.

"Fuck," you groan, tightening around Steve's fingers as your head falls back onto Bucky's shoulder. "Steve, please."

"You will too once you feel that pussy." Bucky sighs wistfully with another boyish grin, watching Steve's fingers pump in and out of you with his cum on his fingers. You writhe and moan wantonly under both men's touch; Bucky teasing and pinching gently at your nipples and Steve curling his fingers inside your weeping cunt. You know from how your legs tremble that you'll be cumming soon but before you can voice your concern, Steve removes his fingers with a wet pop.

"Fuck, doll, doing so well for us." Steve huffs, taking his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, groaning at the sweet and salty taste of you and Bucky mingled on his fingers.

"I wanna see what Stevie saw when he fills you up," Bucky purrs, cupping your face in his palms, his bright blue eyes boring into yours as you manage a nod. Both men work to together to turn your body around; Steve's large hands ghost up to your hips, lining them up to his cock that prods at your wet folds and Bucky's metal hand in your hair holding you steady, his eyes glued to your face.

"I wanna see those pretty eyes roll back when you cum over him. Think you can do that for me, doll?" Bucky asks. "Think you can cum over Steve's cock too?"

You nod, your voice stuck somewhere in your chest. You don't know what made Bucky jump your bones when you entered his apartment, he was supposed to be sick but you wouldn't trade this for the world right now.

"Good girl." Bucky praises, leaning forward to kiss your lips sweetly. He can't help but to deepen the kiss but he forces himself to sit on his haunches and watch your expression as Steve finally slides into you.

You make a choked whimper, your eyes rolling as promised before your head drops down with heavy breaths, trying to fight the urge to cum as soon as Steve's cock nestles inside you. Steve seems to be having a similar dilemma. His hands grip at your hips with bruising force and he remains still as your pussy walls pulse around his cock and he groans loudly.

Bucky looks pleased by both reactions.

"See? Wha'did I tell ya?" Bucky asks Steve as he lifts your head. "Feels amazing right?"

Steve gives a short "mm" in response, his eyes fluttering closed as your pussy continues to hold him tight. Steve can already feel the tension in his balls, desperate to fill you up like Bucky had.

"I don't think Stevie's gonna last long doll." Bucky teases, earning him a narrowed glance from Steve who hated that Bucky could still read him like a book. Ignoring Steve, Bucky smirks down at you. "And I won't either but I wanna use that mouth of yours."

Sitting up slightly to tap his cock on your bottom lip, Bucky slowly guides your head to his aching cock. The scent of your mixed cum lingers and you open your mouth on impulse, letting Bucky shove inside your mouth with a loud moan.

Steve curses when the force of Bucky’s entry makes you sink back onto him further, your ass smacking against his hips and you moan louder around Bucky, your mouth already struggling to accommodate him and the sensation of being impaled on Steve making your tired pussy throb again.

"Just like that, sweetheart." Bucky coos, stroking your hair as his head tips back in pleasure. "Remember to breathe when Steve starts fucking you."

You hum in acknowledgement, moving your mouth up and down Bucky's cock, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue to taste your multiple orgasms against his hot skin.

Bucky groans loudly, fingers knotting against your hair and when you feel Steve drag his cock out of you, you move your mouth faster. Steve starts slow, sighing happily as he watches your pussy swallow his cock and seeing Bucky's blissed expression as you work his cock.

"You were right, Buck. This pussy is good." Steve huffs, beginning to move his hips faster. You make a muffled gasp as Steve's thrusts force Bucky further down your throat to the point you gag slightly.

At the sound of your guttral moans and gagging around Bucky's cock, Steve's thrusts become harder and faster, the snapping of his balls against your wet cunt fill the room alongside Steve and Bucky's moans and your muffled ones. You can feel your walls clamp down on Steve hard, and you cry out around Bucky's cock, making a poor attempt of warning them both of what was about to happen.

The cord snaps. You cum with a choked groan, sucking desperately at Bucky's cock as Steve fucks you through your orgasm and you soak his cock and the sheets.

"Shit, shit, shit." Steve hisses before bottoming out into your sweet pussy, his cock twitching as he fills you with hot cum. He groans in relief and Bucky shortly follows, pulling out just in time to coat your fucked out face with sticky ropes of cum.

Relaxing back onto his haunches Bucky gives you a dopey grin.

"That's our girl." Bucky praises softly, and you give him a cock-drunk grin in response. Bucky gets to his feet and pads to the bathroom, returning with two warm flannels. He hands one to Steve, before takes his space in front of you again. Gently, Bucky wipes at your face and once you're clean showers you with kisses until you giggle.

Steve slowly removes himself from you; cleaning himself before, with one final appreciative glance at your leaking cunt, brushing the warm flannel against your folds. Bucky helps you to sit up once you're clean, wrapping his arms around you and maneuvering you to lie down in his bed. You're in the middle, Bucky's arms snaked around you and mumbling sweet nothings, praises and sweet kisses as you curl into him. The both of you look happy together and Steve's heart aches just a little.

Whatever Bucky had gotten on that trip seemed to work out for him and, trying not to look to sullen, Steve goes to move from the bed when yours and Bucky's chatter ceases abruptly.

"Where you goin' punk?" Bucky asks, his eyes narrowing. Steve's eyes drop to your wide blinking ones, looking almost distraught as he moves to leave.

"Stay with us." You urge quietly, reaching a hand to Steve. Steve looks at the scene before him, almost picturesque with how you and Bucky are looking at him with caring expressions and your hand outstretched in invitation. His mind races with a million thoughts at once; what happens next? Was this a one time thing or not? Did he want it to be more than a one time accident?

Bucky rolls his eyes and with terrifying speed lunges forward to grab Steve by the wrist and yank him back onto the bed, all three of you in a tangled mess of limbs. You start chuckling first, tired and blissful, pressing a kiss against Steve's cheeks before Bucky joins in. Steve's cheeks are glowing again

"I've made the decision for you." Bucky sighs as Steve shifts onto your other side, barricading you between him and Bucky. "You're staying."

You yawn and cuddle closer to Bucky, blindly reaching for Steve's arm to sling around your waist. "That's a good decision. You can keep Bucky occupied while I'm asleep."

"Occupied how?" Steve asks conceding to your voiceless request and cuddling into you, palm splayed over your heart; feeling your heartbeat slow to a steady quiet rhythm as you slip into sleep.

Bucky chuckles in response and you huff a sleepy grin. Bucky's eyes meet Steve's with an excitable glimmer.

"Oh don't worry Stevie. You'll find out."

A/N: HOO BOY this took longer (and became so much longer) than anticipated. I might come back to edit this more but for now this is where we're at haha. Glad you made it this far! -Love, Grem x

[batcavescolony]

Steve: *freshly defrosted*

Fury: let's go over what you-

*alarm start going off through the building, agents are running around*

SHIELD Agent: *busting through the door* I'm sorry sir we can't stop her! She- *falls*

Heather(Captain America Historian): YOU! *aggressively points at Steve*

Steve: uh? Ye-

Heather: YOU LIED ON EVER SINGLE ENLISTMENT FORM YOU EVER FILLED OUT!

Steve:...

Fury: what is ha- what are you reaching for?

Heather: *pulls out a note book* you! Are. Going. To. Tell. Me. EVERYTHING! Let's start, we think you're from Brooklyn but are you ACTUALLY?

Steve: yes I'm from Brooklyn.

Fury: this is cla-

Heather: I DON'T CARE! Did you have a job before the military?

[happy74827]

Let Me In

[Steve Rogers x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Steve is persistent in a lot of things. But when he catches fear in your eyes, he wants nothing more than to help you heal.

WC: 2230

Category: Hurt/Comfort {TW — Implications of SA}

The “who did this to you” trope has my whole heart.

『••✎••』

Seeing the pain in Steve’s eyes was more than enough to make your own heartache. The confusion on his face turned into a deep-set frown as his hands hovered over your body, too afraid to touch. Too afraid that if he touched you, the rest of you would crumble to the ground.

The silence between you was deafening, yet Steve said nothing. He just stared at you. You felt his gaze move from the top of your head and down the length of your body. His jaw clenched tightly when your expression faltered, and you tried your hardest not to show the pain you were feeling.

He wasn’t even reaching toward you in the first place; he was reaching for the water that was sitting by his punching bag, but the damage was done the second his hand came into your view.

Out of all the things that could’ve happened, flinching from Steve… of all people was the worst thing possible. The look of hurt on his face was enough to make your own heart drop to your stomach.

You knew he would never hurt you; he would never cause you pain. It was Steve, for goodness sake; he was a big teddy bear who wouldn't cause harm unless absolutely necessary. He had the biggest heart you'd ever seen. And yet, here you were, cowering away from him.

When his hand came into your peripheral, you jumped back, almost tripping over yourself as you stared up at him. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat.

It was so loud. So, so loud.

Steve, ever the hero, immediately pulled back. The water was forgotten and all of his focus was on you now. He even tried to reach out to you again, but seeing the flinch on your face was enough to stop him in his tracks.

He didn’t know what to do.

Steve was the guy who knew exactly what to do in every situation. He was Captain America.

Captain America.

But seeing you cower away from him made him feel helpless.

His hands were still hovering, his brow was still furrowed, and his lips were set in a firm line. He wanted to touch you, to hold you, but he was so scared that you would push him away and run.

It broke his heart.

The last time he saw you, you were happy and laughing and smiling. But now, it was like someone had taken all the happiness from your face. The smile was gone. Your laughter was gone. The light was gone. And Steve hated it.

He hated it with every fiber of his being.

He was the first to speak. A small whisper. A whisper that would've been missed if you weren't hanging onto every single one of his movements.

"What happened?"

He took a small step forward and watched as you tensed up, your fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt. You swallowed thickly and shook your head.

He deserved the truth, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him.

You didn’t want to tell him. Not after you had flinched away from him.

"I’m fine, Steve."

He gave a low hum and looked you over, trying to gauge the situation and find the best way to approach this. He needed to get you talking, but he had to be careful. He couldn’t make the same mistake twice.

"You don't look fine."

The way his voice came out, it was like a breath. His words were soft and comforting. His eyes never once left yours, not even to see where he was stepping.

You wanted to scoff. You wanted to tell him that you were perfectly fine and that he had nothing to worry about. You wanted to lie and say that the flinch was an accident, a momentary lapse in judgment.

You wanted to lie.

But you couldn't. Not to Steve.

Never to Steve.

"Who did this to you?"

It was the way he said it. The tone he used. It wasn't accusatory; it wasn't harsh. It was gentle. It was caring. It was full of concern. Full of love.

But the question brought you up short.

You could feel his eyes on you. You could feel his gaze burning through you, his worry evident. You could feel him staring right into your soul.

You knew he didn't mean to ask it, but the question slipped past his lips before he could stop it. Before he could pull it back.

You swallowed thickly and looked down at the floor, not being able to bring yourself to meet his eye. You could see his boots; you could see his toes.

But not his face. You didn’t want to see his face. You couldn’t handle the concern.

You could hear him shuffling closer, his hand reaching out slowly and hesitantly. When his finger brushed against your arm, you jerked back, but he didn't let you get too far.

His grip was gentle. So gentle, but it was enough to hold you. Just enough.

It was just your name, just a whisper, but the way he said it made you weak. The way he breathed it out had your knees shaking. You could feel the tears burning the back of your throat; you could feel them gathering in your eyes. They were going to spill over soon, and Steve was the only one who was going to be there to see it. No one else.

"Tell me"

There was a moment where you wanted to fight it. To shove him off and run to your room. To lock yourself away and never come out. But when his thumb rubbed over your cheek, it was the moment that you broke.

Tears spilled over. They flowed freely down your cheeks, dripping from your chin.

Your breath came in harsh pants.

Steve's hands moved to your shoulders. He held you firmly yet gently. His thumbs rub slow circles on the top of your arms.

“Damn it.” You breathed out. “Damn it! Of all the people I slip in front of, why did it have to be you? Why couldn't it have been Tony? Or Nat? Or Sam? Or hell, even Bruce? It had to be you, didn't it, Rogers? It had to be the guy I was trying to avoid. The one person I didn't want to know.”

Your rant was cut off when you felt Steve's fingers under your chin. He tipped your head back and forced you to look at him. He looked down at you with those soft blue eyes, the ones you had been trying to avoid since the start.

They were the only thing that could ever get through to you. They were the only thing that could make your walls come down.

His hand was gentle. It was like he was trying to hold a piece of glass. If he pressed too hard, you would break. And god, did you want to break. You wanted to feel the release, the freedom.

You wanted to feel something, anything other than this pain.

"I'm sorry." You breathed out. "I didn't mean to."

"Don't apologize," He murmured. "Just talk to me."

"Steve-"

"Please." The word was a broken plea. It was the most vulnerable you had ever seen him.

You bit your bottom lip and looked down at the ground, unable to hold his gaze.

"Please." He repeated. "Let me help."

"It's not that easy." You whispered. You couldn't believe that you were even considering telling him.

"Yes, it is. I'm right here."

You were going to regret this. You didn't want to, but you were going to.

"I can't." You shook your head, a sob rising in your chest. "I can't, Steve. Please don't make me."

“Then tell me how I can help you."

You didn’t know how to respond. How could you possibly tell him how to help?

"I- I don't know."

He sighed and stepped back. For a second, you thought he was going to leave, that he was done with you, but with the way his gaze never left yours, you knew that wasn’t the case.

He reached down and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, tugging you behind him.

You let him. You were too tired to fight back.

Too tired.

Too weak.

He led you out of the gym and through the tower, his pace never once slowing. Not until the both of you were in front of your bedroom door. Then he released his hold on you and stood back, looking at you. His jaw was still clenched, and his hands were balled into fists. You didn't know if it was because of the fact that someone had hurt you or the fact that you were hiding the truth from him.

"Let me in." He said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If not today, then some other time. Let me in."

"Why?" You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Because I care."

"Why?" You repeated, your eyes narrowing. "Why do you care so much?"

"I know what it’s like," He murmured. "To feel the need to hide from the world. To feel the need to bottle everything up inside. You don’t need to do this alone. I don’t know what happened to you, but whatever it is, you can talk to me. Let me in. Tell me the truth."

You shook your head and turned, reaching for the handle, but Steve was faster. His hand shot out and curled around your wrist. He kept you in place.

"Please." He murmured.

The desperation was evident in his voice. The sincerity was, too.

“You want the name that much?” You questioned, keeping your gaze trained on the door.

It was better than facing him.

It was better than seeing the disappointment in his eyes.

It was better than seeing the pity.

It was easier to hide the emotions behind the door, not having to see his reaction.

"I want you to be honest with me. I want you to talk to me. If you’re comfortable giving me the name, then that's your choice. It's always your choice. I won't force you to do anything, but I want to help."

"It's a little late for that," You scoffed, yanking your hand out of his grasp.

He stepped forward, crowding you against the door. You could feel his warmth against your back.

"I didn't know." He murmured, his hand reaching out to brush his fingers against the back of your neck. "Had I known, I would've put a stop to it."

"There's nothing you could've done."

"I could've killed him." He murmured. "That's what I could've done.”

“You don’t kill people, Rogers. It’s not who you are. You know that.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact that I would stop at nothing to keep you safe. Whoever this is, they aren’t going to lay another hand on you. I promise. They aren’t going to hurt you again, not if I can help it. You have my word."

You could feel the tears pricking the back of your eyes. God, did he have to say such sweet things?

You weren’t sure if it was because he was being a good friend or because he wanted something more, but whatever it was, it had you melting.

"I didn't mean to push you away." You whispered, resting your forehead against the cool metal of the door.

"I know."

"It was instinct. I couldn't-"

"I know."

"How do I fix this?"

"You don't. It takes time. Healing isn't an instant process. It took me a long time to get back to normal… somewhat normal.”

“But—” You began, but the look on Steve's face told you that arguing wasn't going to do you any good.

So you stopped.

"It takes time." He repeated. "But I'm not going anywhere. You can take all the time in the world, and I'll be here waiting. Whenever you're ready."

"I want it to go away."

"I know. Believe me, I know." He murmured.

You felt him shift behind you. His hand pressed flat against your back and rubbed slow circles, the heat seeping through the thin material of your shirt.

You had never felt so safe, not even when you were a child.

Steve's presence alone was enough to calm the anxiety running rampant through your body. You weren't sure what had caused this particular attack, but now that Steve was here, you were hoping it would pass soon.

"What do you need?" He asked softly, his hand running up and down the length of your back.

"You." You croaked out, the words almost getting lost in the fabric of his shirt.

"You have me."

"Promise?"

"Promise," He replied without missing a beat.

You took a deep breath and leaned further into his touch.

"It'll go away soon," He assured. "We can sit down and talk about it when you're ready."

"What if I never want to talk about it?"

"Then we won't. You set the pace, okay? Just… please, don't shut anyone out. Don't shut me out. We— I care about you."

You nodded your head, unable to form the words you wanted to say.

The feeling was mutual. You cared about him too. And maybe, just maybe, you would be willing to open up about this. Maybe even share the name.

Steve does throw a good punch, after all.

[thewrittenpodcast]

How i imagine Avengers family game night goes:

Peter: pay me my money

Sam: nnnnno

Nat: don't worry I have a gun

Peter: You have a gun??

Bucky: I have one too

Steve: NO

Steve: NO GUNS

[starkglory]

His Saviour | Part 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You disobey one of Steve's orders in a mission but you don't think about the consequences...

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING!) mentions of self harm and suicide, mentions of killing and torturing, pure Angst no happy ending, mentions of injures, dark!Steve Rogers, swearing, minor spoilers of Black Widow, Steve being an asshole in general

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Featuring: The original 6

Disclaimer: please don't read this if you're not comfortable with any of the topics below or/and if they trigger you. This is just a fiction and it's never ok to act like this. I'm not romanticizing any of these topics and this behaviour!

You are sitting in the Quinjet, observing everyone who is injured in different ways. Natasha has been stabbed in her right thigh, Clint’s left ankle has been twisted, and Bruce, although not injured, appears exhausted due to a significant code green call, during which Nat almost lost him trying to retrieve him. Thor has a few scratches on his face. Everyone’s faces show bruising in different areas, and their bodies are still aching. But you, you have been injured the most. Your right wrist is broken, and you have been shot in your left leg, though the bullet wasn’t deep and didn't cause major damage; otherwise, you probably would have passed out by now. You still have trouble breathing, and your voice is sore because one of the HYDRA agents almost choked you to death. Your face is bruised, you can only open your right eye halfway, and your lips are swollen. The numbness has made it so you can barely feel any pain. When everyone saw you upon returning to the jet, they were extremely worried. You didn’t possess inhuman powers and weren't a super soldier, but you used to be a well-trained assassin and spy in the Red Room, closely partnered with Natasha Romanoff before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. So, it was surprising for the team to see you so battered, though they understood the mission was challenging.

Everyone needed a break upon returning to the tower. Initially, everyone thought it was a straightforward mission: infiltrate a high-security HYDRA base, get two flash drives containing vital and dangerous information, and exit. What no one knew was that it was a trap, with far more agents present than expected. Eventually, you managed to escape, but only securing one of the flash drives.

As everyone settled back in the jet, Bruce finished removing the bullet from your leg and bandaging Nat’s thigh. Thor bragged to Tony about his usual lack of injuries on missions, joking that he could have taken down all the HYDRA agents that day if he hadn’t been 'unlucky', which elicited laughter from Tony. Clint checked on Nat while she recounted a memory from Budapest. Meanwhile, you contemplated going home for a long shower until you noticed Steve, whose eyes were fixed on you with intensity. Confused, you assumed he was lost in thought, but you were wrong.

“How could you be so reckless?!" Steve's voice boomed through the jet as he stood up from his seat, his gaze piercing into yours. Everyone stopped what they were doing, surprised by his uncharacteristically loud tone, given his usually calm demeanor, even when upset. You looked at him, uncertain of what to say. You understood why he was angry; you had disobeyed an order. However, if not for your 'disobedience,' you wouldn't have acquired half the information you have now. To you, this seemed like Steve Rogers throwing a typical Captain America tantrum.

“Well, are you going to answer, or are you too stupid to respond to a simple question?" he growled, advancing toward your seat.

“I wasn't being-" you began to mutter, only to be interrupted by Steve.

“Speak up," he demanded, his voice cutting you off. You met his gaze, puzzled by his demeanor.

“I wasn't being reckless; I was being thoughtful. The-" you tried to explain, but Steve interrupted again.

"Thoughtful?! You call that thoughtful?! Really, Y/n? It's clear you don't understand the difference between stupidity and thoughtfulness.” he retorted.

“Will you stop interrupting me?" you interjected, your voice growing louder as you rose from your seat. You locked eyes with Steve, standing almost chest to chest in front of each other.

“I wouldn't have interrupted you if I knew any useful words were going to come out of your mouth," he countered, finally yelling, causing everyone but you to flinch.

“You have no right to yell at me like this, Steve.” you asserted, standing up for yourself.

"I have EVERY right to yell at you, you-" he began, but you cut him off this time.

"Why are you making it seem like I committed a crime? Yes, I agree it was wrong for me to enter that room alone, but I retrieved the flash drive we needed, didn't I?" you challenged.

“That is not the point right now. The point is, I'm your captain, and I gave a strict, direct order not to enter that room, and you disobeyed me.” he stated firmly.

That was all true. When you disobeyed his order, you knew he would be angry, but not to this extent.

You sprinted down the hallway, incapacitating every HYDRA agent in your path. You tried not to use your gun too often, knowing there would likely be guards in the room.

"Steve, I found the room," you said through your earpiece. You subdued the agent guarding the room where the flash drives were, and as the door swung open, more than twenty HYDRA agents stood before you, blocking your view of the drives on the computer table.

“Y/n, what did you just say? Get out of there now! Do you even know how many agents are in there?" Steve's urgent voice echoed in your ear.

“I do now," you replied, still facing the agents, who were also eyeing you cautiously.

"Y/n, this is an order. Get. Out. Of. There. Now.” Steve commanded, his tone almost a shout.

“Sorry, Steve, but people's lives depend on this.” you declared, charging toward the agents, disregarding Steve's pleas for you to retreat.

“Steve, I really don't understand what the big deal is. I got one of the drives, and yes, I went alone, but at least I obtained something that will help us.” you reasoned, taking a seat.

“Alright, y/n, I'm definitely sure now that you are deaf. You entered a room with so many HYDRA agents-" he began, only to be cut off by you.

“They were like 10 and they were really weak-" you defended.

“They were 27 trained assassins!” he corrected, making you widen your eyes.

"And do I need to remind you that your leg has been shot, and you can barely keep your eyes open, not to mention the rest of your injuries." he added mockingly.

“Okay, Steve, I get it, and I'm sorry for being reckless. Can we let this go now?" you pleaded, sitting down.

“Let this go?!" he started laughing, though his laugh lacked any humor. Everyone looked at Steve, unable to believe his behavior. They never expected him to speak to you this way, especially in front of the whole team.

You and Steve had been friends since meeting during the Battle of New York. You had a lot in common and quickly connected. A few months later, at one of Tony's parties, he kissed you, and the following day, he asked you out. It had been six months since then, and Steve treated you like a princess. He called you his savior because you helped him adjust to life after being thawed from the ice. He adored you. You had a few minor disagreements, but they were hardly fights, more like disagreements. You could never stay mad at each other, and now you couldn't believe the man who was laughing at you and humiliating you was the same person.

"Steve, I think that's enough," Nat finally intervened, her voice calm yet firm.

"Is it really? I think baby y/n hasn't learned her lesson yet.” Steve retorted sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Steve. You can't speak to me like that. I'm not a kid. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even have that one drive, and god knows how many people could have died. But you can't even realize that because I disobeyed ‘Captain America's orders,' and no one is allowed to disobey America's 'hero.' The only kid between us is you!” you shot back, your voice rising, though not as loud as Steve's had been.

“I'm a kid, y/n? Really? And what are you, a hero? Do you expect me to thank you now? Do you expect all of us to be on our knees thanking you?!" Steve challenged.

“That is not what I said!" you finally snapped.

The tension in the room escalated, and the team grew more uncomfortable by the second.

Steve smirked at your angered state.

“What's the matter, y/n? You seem a little bit defensive. I thought you liked being a hero. You know, because of the guilt, since you started killing and torturing people at the age of 8.”he said, still wearing the hurtful smirk on his face.

The whole team gasped, especially Natasha, whose story paralleled yours. You looked at Steve, unable to believe what he had just said.

“You seem shocked, Agent y/l/n. Oh, and Natasha, don't take this the wrong way. We all make mistakes in our life, but at least after we realize our mistakes, we try to make them up as soon as we can and not run away like a coward.” Steve continued, ignoring your reaction. You and Natasha widened your eyes, understanding what Steve was referring to."Steve..." Nat began, but Steve cut her off.

“I'm not done yet. Some of y'all look confused, well, let me explain it for you," Steve said, addressing the rest of the team.

"Steve, don't." you murmured, your voice weak now. You weren't even sure if anyone heard you, and you were right. No one heard you, but Steve who chose to ignore you.

“Our dear y/n y/l/n was a well-trained assassin back in the years with Natasha Romanoff in a place called the Red Room, which I'm sure you've heard about. Before even Natasha was out of there, Agent y/l/n found a way to leave the Red Room, a way to save every girl, from children to adults, who were mind-controlled into killing, and even worse. But do you know what she did instead?" he turned around the room, looking at everyone as if it was a show. No one said anything; they just kept looking between you and Steve. It was getting harder for you to focus on your breathing.

“Well, in case you haven't guessed yet, she just left everyone who could've been saved, even her best friend who is sitting right here with us.” he said, pointing at Nat.

“And even though she could've killed Dreykov, who was the leader by the way, with her genius plan, she didn't because she was a coward.” he said, emphasizing the word coward.

You've never felt so small and betrayed. You couldn’t believe he was using your awful past against you. When you confided in him, he comforted you, assuring you it wasn't your fault. That you’ve been through a lot and you took the only chance you had to save yourself. And now… now he was a different person.

“Cap that’s enough, it’s not our business what she did in the past. We all did something in some point that we aren’t proud of. She made up for that mistake many times now, since the battle of New York until today’s mission. I’m sure she still feels guilty and you’re just making it worse.” Tony looked at your trembling sight, standing up from his seat and walked towards Steve. The rest of the team nodding along, glad that Tony stood up for you because they were frozen themselves.

“Oh yeah Tony, you’re right I’m sure she feels guilty, don’t you y/l/n?” He looked at you as if you were a kid

Everything about him was hurting you right now. His voice tone that humiliated you in every way, his eyes that sent daggers to your way, his body that was intimidatingly towering yours, his smile which always made you happy and now it was only mocking you. Your throat is dry, your eyes are wet and you feel like your heart is going to come out of your chest in any second. You were hurt and unwell, and everyone could see that, everyone but Steve.

“Agent y/I/n do you feel guilty about your past?" He repeated his sarcastic question.

"I wouldn't worry about that too much since you have a good way to cope with your guilt right?" He continued.

You looked up at him frighteningly, understanding where he was going.

“Steve don't you dare." you whispered, finally being able to say something.

Everyone was confused since they had no idea what you both were talking about.

“you seem scared agent." Steve smirked at you sending shivers down your spine. It hurts so much more that he wasn't even using your name anymore, he felt like a stranger to you.

“SHUT UP!" you had never yelled so loud in your life, the whole jet shook. Everyone flinched but Steve. It seemed like he was waiting for this.

“Come on y/n are you that afraid of everyone knowing how you used to deal with your problems, or do you still do it?"

Everyone was quite once again, something in them wanted to know what Steve was talking about but they also didn't because of the way you reacted.

You looked at him not saying anything but your eyes were begging him to stop. You've never been in such a vulnerable position, especially considering everything you’ve been through.

“oh don't tell me you're gonna cut your wrists open again because you feel guilty you didn't get the second driver."

Everyone froze and widened their eyes, silence filling the jet. No one knew that you used to harm yourself until you started dating Steve, he was the first person to ever know. You felt so comfortable around him that you didn't want to have any untold secrets.

You thought about what if you guys break up but you convinced yourself that even if you guys separate your ways from each other at some point, you're definitely going to stay friends and he's never going to tell your secret to anyone because you believed he was a good man. You trusted him more than yourself and now he proved you all wrong.

You didn't cut anymore, because you found a way to save people. If it wasn't for Nick Fury, making you join the team you'd be long gone by now. But you didn't have a reason anymore, you were happy you had a new family and a new job, everything was perfect for you. Now you felt alone all over again and you didn't even blame Steve, you blamed yourself. You failed.

You started trembling more and started to see black spots. The team walked towards you to see if you were okay. Thor pushed Steve away, "Stay away from her," he warned, before walking to you. You heard Tony and Natasha yelling at Steve, Clint trying to calm them down but looking angry himself, Bruce and Thor asking you if you were alright, but you couldn’t hear anything anymore. It was so loud, but you only heard annoying mumbles. You let out a sob before passing out in the strong arms of the god, the last thing you saw being Steve's worried eyes…

A/N: This was my first (published) fan fiction. I apologise for any writing and/or grammar mistakes considering that English isn’t my first language. Feel free to correct me!

[orwintr]

"the many mistakes i make get replaced with bigger, more violent ones. i have been forgiven for what should not be, and i have lived longer than ever deserved. to know there is no fate is a fate in itself: i know that what i have become is the result of myself alone."

pt 2 of 2

[chickenoodle145]

I got myself into watching the Marvel movies for the first time and I couldn't resist drawing Captain America😔 (I love him so much) (I'm probably a few years late to hop on the Marvel train but whatever better late than never am I right)

Y'all don't wanna know how long I've spent on doing the sketch to get all the details right💔 ((I'm aware it's not 100% accurate but like– good enough)) but it was totally worth it, I'm really happy with how he turned out

I wanna start posting again because I missed it and I already have some doodles I'm working on to post :)

Edit: I posted the doodles ✨