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Pseudo Princess Pt.19

Queen’s Rights

12/05/2019

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader Word Count: 5,785

Warnings: language, jealousy, lots of fluff y’all, a smidge of angst

A/N: It took me way too long to write this one up. I knew what I wanted to say but I just kept wanting to go to sleep early. I hope you enjoy it. I’m going to let this one speak for itself. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo

There’s a quiet knock on your door.

You groan, protesting against the intrusion while large arms constrict around you.

Flexing your fingers, you feel the soft tuft on Steve’s chest, and slide them through a little more eager to feel the curve of his pecs.

“It’s probably for me.” He whispers against your hair, no drowsiness.

You wonder what time it is but when you take a peek, you see the curtains are still drawn and darkness presses in like a soaked rag, drowning you in what must be early morning.

No sun yet, but soon.

You don’t feel rested. It can’t have been more than three hours since you fell asleep.

Groaning again you cuddle in more deeply to the warmth that envelops you. Part luxurious satin and silk sheets, part Steve’s protective cage. At some point in the night you’d drifted into his arms and you’re honestly not that upset about it. It’s warm here.

He tightens his arms, huffing a small tired laugh as he nuzzles against your hair.

“My sweet flower…” He whispers, so low you don’t know if you really heard it or if you’re dreaming again.

Your bliss is broken by a second set of hesitant knocks.

“Your Majesties,” The voice is unwelcome.

So much so, you react on instinct.

“What the fuck?!” You sit up, jerking out of Steve’s arms easily, your voice lethal but quiet.

Etiquette be damned.

All sleep is wiped from your body as you stare, dumbfounded, by the audacity of the woman on the other side of your door.

Beside you, you can feel Steve sit up, his hand finds the spot between your shoulders, and he slides it down and back up to rub you and offer you a bit of reassurance you guess.

“Sharon, now is not a good time.” He says, no drowsiness in his voice now, only stern disapproval.

He brings his hand all the way up to caress the back of your head, watching you fume because it’s all you can do. Stare daggers at the door.

You feel two of his fingers take hold of your chin and he turns you to look him in the eyes.

He leans in, kisses the tip of your nose. There’s a look of starvation in his eyes, like finally quenching a hunger left unsated.

“Why is she here?” You demand.

Steve shakes his head. He doesn’t know.

He reaches up with the pad of his thumb and slowly slides it along your bottom lip.

He licks his own.

You see it coming and you half want to pull away from pure rage, but the half that’s winning out is the one that needs the reassurances his gentle stroking had offered.

The way his brow curves down, fixating on your face and unable to hear the voice that’s still calling out from the other side of your door.

“Your Majesties, I’m sorry to bother you so early.” Sharon continues, and on some level of thought you realize she sounds remorseful.

Steve moves his thumb from your lip, placing his hand along the side of your face as he leans in towards you.

“I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t important.”

Steve lips flutter. There’s a moment when you realize he spoke. Then his words reach your ears.

“My sweet…” He coos at you, your heart flutters.

“Your Majesties?” Peter’s voice pipes in, uncertain and clearly regretful.

He, more than most, knows how much this time with Steve matters.

Peter wouldn’t bother you unless it was important.

A warning sounds in your head but Steve’s breath heats up your lips and your eyes shut by themselves.

You’re merely a puppet to your body’s most desired whims.

“Your Majes-" You begin but he silences you quickly, luscious lips gliding along your own, melding against yours as he cements every promise, every hope and dream he’s declared tonight.

His arms are around you once more, pulling you tight against his chest crushing your hands between your bodies as your fingers greedily skate across his skin.

The mattress presses into your back. Heat settles between your legs and you feel Steve’s searing fingers trail up along your thigh, pushing your nightdress up as he goes.

His tongue slips past your lips and you whimper into his mouth as he tastes you.

“Your Majesty, I really didn’t want to say this here but I feel I must inform you that there’s been another attack. Just like those four years ago.” Sharon’s voice offers, confident that this will get her what she wants.

Steve pulls back, an audible smack as he stares down at your lust glazed expression.

“It looks like them.” Peter adds, and this finally gets Steve to turn towards the door, frowning.

He stares at it for a few seconds, then looks down at you. Your bosom rising and falling, tantalizing nerves filling your stomach with flutters, your heart suddenly drops as you see the regret fill his face.

You lick your lips, run your hands through his soft blonde locks again, and know that you must speak the one word that will take him from you.

“Hydra…” You whisper.

“Nothing else could take me from you.” He proclaims and you’re suddenly weighted with a terrifying dread.

Could you guilt him into staying with you? Here in your arms where you know he’s safe?

The day had begun so pleasantly and then fallen into turmoil. Right now, all of your anger is diminished by sleep, and your night is back to pleasant.

“Will you come back to me?” You wonder, truly uncertain.

Steve leans down, nuzzling your nose with his own. “The very moment I’m free.”

You pull him closer, hands fisting his hair as he meets your lips with carefully controlled passion.

It feels like he’s holding himself back and you can’t wait until he can finally unleash.

~~~~~~~~~~

It takes all day. This meeting.

Nat is gone. Peter is gone. Steve is still gone.

You haven’t seen Sam or Bucky or Sharon and your mind is racing with possibility.

They wouldn’t have left without telling you goodbye.

Steve especially. After everything, you’re almost completely sure that he would rather cut off his left hand than leave you without a proper goodbye.

Right?

You rise from your seat, moving to the window to peek out at the garden just out of sight. The entrance is the only thing you can see, and you wish you could spot Steve wandering through it, glancing back at the castle in hopes that you’re looking out at him.

At least then you knew that he was waiting for you.

There are other worries on your mind aside from the ones of your budding new romance.

Sharon had said there was a new attack. On a village. Were the children okay? How many men and women had fallen to these Hydra ruffians?

Wringing your hands, you pace towards your tea table, then turn back and pace towards the window once more.

You have to know what happened in the village. This time there is no doubt in your mind that it’s your business to be aware of the state of the kingdom. Maybe you’ll ride out to see what can be done?

As you pull down on the black satin wrists of your sleeves—pale golden leaves and vines wrap around your arms and torso—you wheel around, grabbing the russet skirts of your dress, and move from the room while ignoring the protests of the same soldier who’d switched with Peter last night while you and Steve fought.

“Wait, your Majesty!” He calls after you as you storm through the hallways.

“Keep up, Sir Knight.” You tell him and he catches up, sighing when he realizes that he can’t stop you.

“Where are we going, Madam?” He asks, sounding rightfully frightened.

In the past two months you’ve proven to be quite the handful. Running off. Coming back and raging at Steve. You’ve begun to embrace your temper, and this makes the young Knight nervous.

“I can no longer sit out of his Majesty’s council. If I’m to perform my duties as Queen properly, I need to know what’s happening in my kingdom.” You reply passionately, intent on finding out if you can be of any assistance to the people devastated by this new attack.

“Uh…your Majesty,” The Knight begins, the protest clear in his tone, but he doesn’t get the chance to finish as you and he round the last corridor and find yourself face to face with Sharon.

Dressed in dazzling emerald green, beige cutouts and embroidered glittering beads, her blonde hair offers a pleasant contrast. Her pale pink lips and soft brown eyes offer a more innocent persona than the one you know to be true.

With your hammering heart and aching belly, you reach down to stroke it, inadvertently drawing her attention down to it.

In your dress, you still can’t see the tiny swell. Steve had kissed it and felt it last night and all afternoon yesterday, but to everyone but Grandmother, Nat, and him your baby is still unrepresented.

Sharon stares at your hand soothing your tummy and then turns those soft brown eyes back on you full of apology.

“Your Majesty,” She says and though you should be happy that she’s addressing you as she should—her queen—you feel only anger and pain.

She curtsies.

“Why are you out here?” You ask her, ignoring conventions because you can’t bear to be civil with this woman who’d tried to bed your husband only last night.

Sharon straightens up, glances over her shoulder as she gestures to the door.

“Oh, the council is over. I’ve been dismissed and am heading back home. I want to get on the road before the afternoon gets too late. I’m not averse to travelling by night but with new attacks on the rise-”

“Where’s his Majesty?” You ask her, not interested in her plans.

Sharon watches you, no doubt noticing the way you refuse to look at her and take to looking at the door behind her, the balcony to your left, the floor, anything but her face.

“Your Majesty, I fear that I must ask for your forgiveness.” Her gaze is relentless and with no other option, you look at her.

She doesn’t look particularly sorry. In fact, she looks a little defiant, chin raised up just a bit.

“I cannot apologize for attempting to find in Steve the companionship that I’ve always sought. He married my cousin and so I’d given them their space.”

Is she seriously going to use his name in front of you?!

“He’d made his choice and she was happy so, I relented. I gave up my own happiness so that they could have theirs. I put it so far out of my mind that the fact that he was free to marry once again had not even entered my mind. Not until I saw him with you at the feast did I realize that perhaps, once again, I’d missed my opportunity.”

She waits, watching as you fume as if you’re going to acknowledge anything that she’s saying.

When you don’t, she continues, looking a little more remorseful but still a bit too full of pride to really be sorry.

This creature. This goddess dressed in jade is every bit the image of the Queen that Steve deserves at his side with all the grace and the bitterness you feel is justified. This woman had crawled into Steve’s bed knowing that you’re pregnant. Knowing that he’s married.

You can never forgive her for that disrespect. And she doesn’t really look as if she wants it.

“I really thought that he didn’t love you. I know how desperate he’d been to keep his kingdom and I assumed that he’d tried hard to look as if he really does love you and perhaps even fabricated the pregnancy just to ensure Broklin’s safety.

“I’m sorry.” She finally says and lapses into silence.

A death stare is not nearly good enough to describe the hatred you feel in this moment for Sharon. One of Steve’s oldest friends.

The insecurity you feel when she’s around, talking as if she knows your husband better than you do…wait…but she does. Of course, she knows him better than you do.

You’ve haven’t even known him a year yet. She’s known him her whole life.

This depresses you.

“No, you aren’t.” You shake your head. “You’re not sorry one little bit.”

She swallows thickly, her eyes glued to yours.

“You came into my home and had the nerve to disrespect the sanctity of my marriage. You not only offended me and his Majesty, but you put this kingdom at risk.

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but I do happy to love his Majesty very much and I think he loves me too. We may not have started out easily—he loved your cousin very much and I know that I can never take her place—but we are finally getting somewhere, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you ruin it.

“I am the mother of his child and will bear many more children for him. I am Queen of Broklin and no one, not even you can take that away from me. As I cannot trust you, I must ask you to never come back here again unless summoned by his Majesty directly. When you do come, you’re to come and do as you are ordered and then go back home.

“If and when you earn my trust again, we will revisit your privileges of visitation in my and his Majesty’s court.” You’re firm in your orders, angry but resolved.

This woman will not get the better of you. She will not shatter your newly earned confidence. You won’t let her ruin this for you or Steve…mostly.

Sharon looks down at your hands, carefully folded around your teeny bump, then meets your eyes again, her own full of subdued rage and annoyance.

“Goodbye, Lady Carter.” Eyebrows shooting up into your hairline, you pointedly wait for her to move.

Sharon curtsies, and without a second glance, moves around you and out of sight.

Trembling you stand there, trying to compose yourself before Steve or any of the others come out.

You chew your lip violently, tearing into the skin and rusty copper coats your tongue.

“Your Majesty?” Your protector checks.

Before you can assure him of anything, the doors to Steve’s council chambers open and the first face you see is that of Lord Ross, looking focused and serious.

He stops as he spots you, bowing low at the waist. “Your Majesty. I hope you are well?”

He’s only being polite, but you try to offer him a smile. “I’m…”

Everyone else files out behind him, first Bucky, then Sam, Thor, Nat, an older man you have never met who looks to be in his mid-forties with graying dark brown hair and a tension in his posture as he hovers behind everyone.

All of them look at you, shocked to see you there.

“Y/N?” Nat’s confusion is mirrored on everyone’s face until Steve moves out of the council room looking just as tired as he had the day before.

He gives everyone a look of confusion, “What’s going on?”

“Your Majesty, are you alright?” Bucky asks, reaching out to place his hand on your forearm but you quickly pull your arm against your chest as your eyes widen in embarrassment and terror.

“Forgive me.” You mutter, grab your skirts, and rush away.

“Your Majesty!” Nat calls after you, trying to move around Bucky.

“Little bird!” Thor calls, also moving after you.

“Y/N, wait.” Steve says calmly.

There are footsteps following behind you and you can’t be sure whose they are until a large hand closes around your wrist.

“Please, wait.” Steve begs. “What’s the matter? Were you coming to look for me?”

He almost sounds happy about it, though worried.

As you fold your arm, curling it in towards yourself, Steve’s grip is so tight that it only draws the two of you closer. He uses the opportunity to pull you in against his chest. So close but not quite pressed up against it.

He releases your wrist and wraps one arm around your waist.

“Look at me.” He urges you, hooking one finger under your chin to draw your gaze up and away from his chest to meet his storm blue eyes full of heart melting concern. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, tempted to cry. Not because you’re sad. But your frustration is overflowing.

Sharon really upset you and you can’t shake the feeling that she may never stop wanting Steve. What if she tries again? They have so much history together. What if he gives in?

Embarrassed you look around his wide shoulders, just a peek at the group behind him that are all watching you with concern to match his own. Thor seems a bit more upset and you know as soon as you read his eyes that he is very aware that you’re upset without you needing to say so.

“What has upset you, little bird?” He asks from the other end of the hall.

You shake your head, just one small quick shake and turn your gaze back down to Steve’s chest.

“You’re upset?” Steve asks, now sounding equally upset himself.

“Not here.” You whisper, looking around him again.

He straightens up, wraps his arm around your shoulder to give you a quick squeeze then looks over at those waiting.

“If you’ll excuse us?” He says, using the same tone he uses when he speaks to his subjects during the weekly visitations. “Stay here.”

He orders the young Knight who’d followed you.

Everyone recognizes the use of his King’s voice as opposed to their friend and as such, they all bow or curtsy. Thor is the only one who does a small nod—a king himself.

“Come on.” Steve tells you, voice soft again.

He takes your hand and leads you away from the council room, up to your shared wing but moves past your bedroom door and his own and pulls you into his office.

When he reaches his desk, he moves to lean against it, turning to face you and hold both of your hands.

His leaning puts him more at your level and you’re able to look at him more easily.

“Tell me.” He pleads. “Did I do something? Did the meeting take too long?”

You shake your head again.

“Please tell me, sweetheart. I’ll try and make it better.” He urges you, and you feel a little guilty. Is he always this attentive or is he like this because of everything that’s happened between the two of you?

You want him to be his normal self.

“It’s Sharon.” You explain, feeling a bit better now that it’s just the two of you.

With his hands hot around yours, calloused skin chaffing your palms, you take comfort knowing that he’s here with you and not with Sharon wherever she might be now on her way home.

“Oh.” Steve says, his face falling a bit.

“I bumped into her just outside of the council room.” You continue.

“Oh.” Steve says again, this time voice rising as if he’s expecting you to say something good.

“She apologized about what happened last night.” You tell him and his eyes shine with glee. “But she didn’t mean it, your Majesty.”

The disappointment that floods his eyes is for both your declaration of a false apology and because you still won’t say his name.

“Why do you think that?” He asks, releasing your hands but only so that he can stroke your arms from bicep to forearm and then back up.

You’re grateful that he lets the name thing go for now.

“Because I know.” You let him pull you a little closer, settling between his slightly bent knees as he grips your elbows and holds you still. “It was in her eyes. Her tone. She said all the right words, but you could tell she didn’t mean them. So, I…”

What if he gets angry? What if he yells at you and tells you that you can’t keep Sharon from coming here? What if he takes her side?

“What, my sweet?” He gently pushes.

Maybe you should just be honest?

“I’m afraid.”

“Of what, my blossom?” He worries, pulling you a little closer to rest his hands on your back just above your waist.

There’s still enough space to fit another person—well maybe Peter—between you but the intimacy of the gesture is not lost on you.

“That you’ll be angry with me, for what I told her. For what I did.” You chew your lip and Steve is quick to cup the side of your face, once again running his thumb against the bitten pucker to smooth your lips out and prevent you from damaging it further.

He frowns at the small cut you’d bitten into it earlier.

“Why would I be angry with you?”

“Because I-I told her that until I can trust her, until she’s proven herself to be trustworthy again, that she’s to stay away unless summoned and as soon as her business is concluded, she’s to go back home. No exceptions.

“I told her that she is no longer welcome at court, until I believe she is actually remorseful.” And there it is, all laid out for him to deal with.

Your eyes are glued to his furrowed brow, dark storm blue eyes churning with thought as he takes in your confession.

“What did Sharon say when you gave her this order?” He asks, and his voice is so even, you aren’t sure what to think.

Is he angry? You can’t tell. He looks just as concerned as before. Just as full of questions.

“Nothing.” You answer honestly. “She looked at me as if she wanted to rip my eyes out of their sockets, glared at our baby, and then curtsied and left.”

“She glared at the baby?” Steve asks, absolutely miffed as he places his hand on the teeny curve.

“Well, maybe she was glaring at me?” You sigh. “I’m sorry if-”

“Don’t be sorry, Y/N. If Sharon being here in our home is not something that you are comfortable with then we will keep her away.” He nods, firm in his decision.

You suddenly huff a small laugh, all air and surprise.

“What?” Steve asks, his own lips curling up on one side at the sound of your laugh. “Why do you laugh?”

“I don’t mean to.” You shrug. “I’m just not used to you like this. Open. Siding with me.”

Steve’s face falls a little.

“It’s a good thing.” You smile at him, “I’m enjoying you fighting for me instead of with me.”

It’s not your intention to guilt him but that’s what happens, and he groans, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

You reach up and stroke the soft blonde tresses as they fall towards you, his hair needs a good washing and he needs sleep. You can see it in his face again. Exhaustion.

For a moment you consider insisting he take a nap but then you remember the reason he hasn’t been able to sleep.

“What happened?” You ask him, nudging him up.

“Hm?” He asks, sleepy.

As he straightens up, you keep your hair on the back of his head, tickling the small hairs on the nape of his neck.

“The attack?” You remind him.

His face darkens and all sleep seems to vanish from his expression. “Oh. That. It seems that Hydra has attacked a small village just at our South Eastern border.”

“Were there any casualties? Can we go there? I’d love to help. Anything that I can do, I’m willing to contribute. Food? Supplies? Some doctors? Do they need help repairing their homes or crops? Were there any injured children?” You gasp. “Oh, what if some of them were left orphans? I know what that feels like.”

Steve’s somber expression breaks into a blissed out, sappy smile. He blinks at you slowly, blue eyes sparkling with pleasure.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You demand, frowning because your mind is still very heavily occupied with thoughts of the victims.

“Because you’re so kind and your thought is not with the fight but with providing help to those that need it.” He explains.

“Of course. Our people come first. They need our help.” You insist. “Can I-?”

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ve already dispatched plenty of aid to the region and I have lots of volunteers to help rebuild the village.” He assures you.

“Was it really very damaged? The people? Were there any fatalities?” You fret.

“The people are mostly fine.” He promises. “There were a few minor injuries. One man lost his life trying to sabotage the Hydra spies’ plan when he became suspicious of them.”

Steve looks down at your tummy, pressing his hand against it lovingly, caressing it. The pain that flashes across his face is real and personal. These people really do mean the world to him.

“We’re making sure that his widow and children want for nothing.” His sorrow is palpable, and you cup the sides of his face to reassure him, to offer any amount of comfort that he might get from your fingers tickling his beard.

Staring into his handsome face, warped with sleep and the endless weight of his sovereignty, you wonder if there’s anything you can do to really help him now, since he’s already got the village covered.

“You look very tired, your Majesty.” You observe.

He shuts his eyes, an exhale of utter grievance slipping through his full lips. An added sorrow twists his already grieved expression. A more embellished downturn to the corner of his lips and just the slightest of creases bringing forth small ridged wrinkles across his wide forehead.

“What is it?” You fuss over him, moving a little closer. “Are you hurting anywhere?”

It’s not like he went out of the castle, but still you can’t help the worry as it comes. You don’t want him hurt.

“Yes.” He admits, and your hands begin to wander down over his shoulders. “Yes, I am very hurt.”

“Where? What happened?” You gasp, looking down at his taut body, chest hair peeking out from the small V of his white puffed sleeve shirt.

“My wife refuses to call me by my name.” He says.

For a moment you’re confused, then realize that his injury is not physical but emotional. Mental.

The ass made you worry for no reason and compared to a village recovering from a recent attack, this grievance of his seems like small potatoes.

You shove his shoulder.

“Don’t do that to me.” You complain, legitimately irritated with his chosen plight.

Steve chuckles. “I’m sorry, but I can’t take this ‘Your Majesty’ thing any longer. I need you to call me Steve.”

“No.” You twist away from him but he’s on his feet chasing after you. You almost want to resist now because of this little stunt. Jerk.

“Come along, wife, please?” He insists.

The shift of atmosphere is subtle, but all tension is wiped away as an infectious playfulness takes hold.

“No.” You shake your head and make for the door but Steve rounds you and plants himself in front of you.

“All I want is for you to call my name.” He pleads.

“No. I won’t do it.” You shrug, turning the opposite way to move towards the corner of his office still hidden from view—Maggie’s corner.

“Do you need me to beg?” He checks, then suddenly, drops to his knees. “I can beg.”

“What are you doing?!” You gasp.

“Is this what you want? A King on his knees?”

“Your Majesty, please, get up.” You gasp.

“No, not until you say my name.”

“Get up.” You tug on his shirt.

His hands are on your waist, eyes staring up at you as you try to turn away from him. He grabs you tighter, forcing you to face him.

“Never.” He threatens

“This isn’t going to work!” You try, setting your jaw so that he doesn’t know how flustered having him down on his knees is making you.

“Then I will simply have to stay as I am. Forever begging, at the mercy of my Queen.”

“Your Majesty-”

“My subjects will see me and wonder why their king is so desperate and broken.”

“Your Maj-”

He slides on his knees as you move, twisting and turning to try and put some distance between you.

“Please?” He begs. “Please say my name. Just once. Please?”

“Will you let me by?” You plead, knowing he’ll never stop.

“My wife refuses to call my name. She doesn’t trust me!” He says loudly.

“Would you be quiet?” You hiss.

He buries his face against your stomach, kissing the small bump then trailing up and stopping just below your breasts.

Throwing his head back, he turns towards the door as his hands take a firmer grip on your hips, fingers digging in just deep enough to keep you rooted.

“This is torture!” He shouts towards the door. “Y/N doesn’t love me! My flower loathes me! She will not call my name. I will die never having heard her sweet lips speak-”

“Gods help me,” You grumble, “Steve please, please stop shouting!”

Your throaty grumble is low so that only he can hear you, but he whips his head around to look at you, an awestruck look making your heart hammer in your chest. Nervous, you bite your lip.

You haven’t tried saying his name since your wedding night and with this utterance comes a flurry of memories that you wish you could forget.

Reaching down you take hold of his hands.

You had been about to push them away, but he changes his hands so that he can intertwine your fingers together.

“Once more, my flower.” He pleads, and there’s a true yearning in his eyes.

“I’m scared.” You admit, having decided to be honest with him, it means you’ll always be open.

“Of what, my love?” He pulls your left hand back up onto his shoulder and wraps his arm around your waist once more, pulling you closer so that your hips are resting against his chest.

“The last time I said your name…” You bite your lip.

Steve sighs, “I know. I wish I could do it all over again.”

He shakes his head and buries it once more into your stomach, his hands curling around the waist of your skirt.

“I know you do.” You begin, preparing yourself. “And I do forgive you, Steve.”

He stiffens, like he’s been stunned with cold water, but when he looks up at you, his eyes are warm. Blue fire dancing amongst the sea storm.

You lick your lips. “Steve.”

His eyes soften, his lips curl up, and he huffs out a small chuckle of relief.

“My sweet flower,” He coos up at you, his hands curling around your backside.

The pure joy he exudes eases your worry. You find yourself smiling too. Softly. Shyly. His mood is infectious, and you wonder if maybe that’s why the two of you couldn’t make progress in the beginning.

All his resistance and frustration, all the rejection and anger, it had all seeped into you too. With him here, on his knees, embracing you, loving you. It’s easy to give in and follow where your heart wants to lead.

“My King.” You caress his face. “Steve…”

There’s a flash of something behind his eyes. Excitement? Then his arms are around you, tight and secure as he spins you around and drags you onto the floor.

You scream in surprise, but the cage of his arms shield you from any harm as he lays you on your back, using one hand to support your head.

The two of you chuckle foolishly, wrapped up in each other in perfect unison for the first time since you married.

As he settles over you, all heat and flexing muscle, he melts over you, curling his body to yours as your body shakes with easy laughter.

“I love you.” He whispers, making your heart flutter. “Have I told you that today?”

As he tucks your hair back, you shut one eye, pretending to think. “You may have mentioned something like that this morning.”

“Last night, you mean. It was so early.” He complains, remembering your sleepy farewell.

“Yes.” You agree. “I liked you in my bed.”

This admission makes your neck and cheeks burn, your fingers tingle.

Steve smirks. “We should go somewhere.”

“Like to visit my parents?” You wonder stupidly.

“No. Together, as in, just the two of us. We’ve spent so little time together alone and the time isn’t exactly right but with what we do, the time will never be perfect. We made no wedding journey and there’s a cottage I’d like to show you. Our cottage. Somewhere that I’ve never taken anyone.” He leans to his right, resting more of his weight on his forearm so that he can look down at you in comfort.

“Not even Maggie?” You wonder.

“No.” He pinches your cheek gently. “Not even Maggie. She opted not to take a wedding journey because we were very busy with Hydra at the time and then we never revisited the idea.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, truly sad for him but Steve shakes his head.

“It’s who she was. The work was most important. As it was for me too before I lost her. Now, I want to appreciate the woman I love. My wife. And our child.” He leans down to press a slow kiss to your lips, just a languid peck, with an audible smack as he pulls away. “Now I know better.”

You’re slightly dazed from the press of his lips and he does it again, probably enjoying the haze his kiss visibly gives you.

“Now I’m going to make each day count. Hydra will probably always be there, and if not Hydra then someone else. I’m going to cherish our family as much as I can. So, will you come with me? Will you let me take you to my special place?”

What kind of place would be so special to him that he would take no one to it? Not even Maggie? Honestly, you cannot wait to find out.

“Yes.” You nod. “Wherever you walk, Steve, I will follow.”

As his name slips from your lips once more, he growls lightly, and lunges towards you to devour your lips.

#king!steve x reader #steve x reader #king!steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #medieval au #royalty au #arranged marriage au #pseudo princess #pseudo princess pt19

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the final episode of the falcon and the winter soldier

or should i say...captain america and the winter soldier!!!! was a rush of adrenaline and emotion, like one of the best marvel movies to date.

there were literally no bad parts for me, not even the yes i agree somewhat jarring decision on cap’s side to engage karli when sharon was bleeding on the ground

but even that makes sense, because he was there to stop karli from hurting others and herself. and he gotdamn tried his best, in true cap fashion

the suit is *chef’s kiss* jesus christ it is so good. and the wing functionality as shields my goodness. wakandans know their shit (shuri!!!) and sam knows how to use them to perfection.

obvi the pieta/angel scene was DGMSFGSJFGSBFSF.

sam throughout displayed captain america and captain america as a black man qualities and his speech vs the grc idiots was moving and perfect.

the scenes with isaiah were amazing, the man finally had some of the weight lift off his shoulders

the acting in this ep was top notch from everyone. love JLD <3 she can be the baddie/morally grey whatever/madame hydra char, i will always love her

loved bucky and his remorse in telling yori the truth. loved john finally taking to heart what sam says, he was fucking listening and he understood. to me, he finally understood that he himself could not be captain america (but he could be us agent), because someone else actually embodied the mantle/title

as for sharon. you know what, i want her to be the power broker as sharon carter. i want her to not be a skrull or something. the world was in disarray after the snap/blip and steve rogers had not one moment for sharon? she was left for dead and she made a new life for herself.

maybe sharon’s not corrupted morally. maybe she too thinks she can change the world, like karli did. just using different methods.

or maybe she’s on the phone with fury at the end, because the avengers and the govt no longer work together. why shouldn’t she/them have a handle on what is going on in the structures of power?

and even if she’s in it just for the power, why the hell not. it’s time for the fall from grace arcs, we’ve had enough of redemption arcs.

#the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws

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"I Think They Want You!"

Tuesday 22nd September 2020

Hello everyone! Hope you've all had a good week, I do realise I am late (again!) I can only apologise for my lateness! Tonight I'll be posting about Tuesday's episode and tomorrow I shall do two posts following Thursday's and Friday's episode! Let's waste no time and get right into it!

As you all know, Monday's episode ended with Stacey making an iconic return to the square, and as we can see, it starts just right we left off! Firstly I've got to say how amazing it is to have Lacey Turner back! Stacey is such an iconic to the show and she makes every scene she's in just amazing!! I love how Stacey is acting so nice and polite to Ruby as she returns, even though Ruby is fuming after finding out that her best mate has been stealing money from her! Ruby instantly lashes the insults at her .... only we hear a voice from behind Stacey, and there stands Lily!!!!! Sorry but, how grown up does she look?! She is definitely her Mum's daughter! The spit image!! Such a little superstar, as much as I loved the younger Lily, I can see this little madam causing a stir on the Square, perhaps getting into her own little bits of trouble?! As Stacey finishes her little pow-wow with Ruby, she turns away to see Jean looking at her from a distance, poor Jean, it's been a while since we've seen her! How has she been able to cope during lockdown?! I'm interested to see what she's got to stay to Stacey!

Ahhh yes, Ben is still being questioned by police. Ahhh and of course the Mitchell family lawyer is there to help! To be honest, I've always liked Ritchie, she's always done her best to support the Mitchell's! She also makes a VERY good point, if they really think their evidence is so solid, what are they waiting for? I'm kind of guessing it has something to do with the Detective waiting on Callum to give up Phil?! As he stated to Ben, he's just waiting for that one phone call where someone can collaborate his story?! Or something among those lines?! As Callum is coming out of his apartment, little Lexi approaches him asking whether he's had news on her Dad. Can I just say, all the little actors and actresses in this soap are such superstars! Little Lexi is such a gorgeous little girl, as is Amy, Bailey, Ollie - they are all so young and such brilliant little actors, I love them all! But of course Lexi is going to be worried about her Dad, the poor girl hasn't been able to see them the past few days, since he was arrested. As Callum explains to Jay that it's look that Ben could be charged for his involvement in the robbery, Jay is right when he says "It's gonna kill him, isn't it?!" ... it'll kill Ben and everyone else in the family. Phil, Lola, Lexi, Callum, Jay, Kathy - it'll affect everyone!

Meanwhile, in the café, Stacey is waiting for Martin! I still can't get over how glamorous she looks! Her hair and make-up and outfit just looks perfect! I think from the very beginning since she's been on the Square, Stacey has been my favourite character! She just absolutely MAKES the soap for me, along with Phil Mitchell! Martin enters the café and, to me, it looks as if he is shocked to see his ex-wife looking so beautiful! Considering, as Stacey points out, he hasn't seen her for a whole year! The main thing Martin is wanting though, is being able to see his daughters. Stacey basically tells him that he can see his daughters, if he makes sure Ruby doesn't go to the police about Stacey nicking her money. Martin makes it perfectly clear he doesn't care what she's done, as the situation regarding that is between her and Ruby. He then makes a statement saying to her that she has no idea what he did for his family! Which - as many of you will remember, he got himself caught up in Ben's business, having to collect rent from struggling families, to then to Ben's outrageous plan to murder Keanu! Stacey has no idea about what Martin has done in recent months, but he had to lie to her to protect her - I think to this day, Stacey still believes that he cheated on her with Sonia, which of course, we know was untrue. Will Stacey ever find out the truth about what Martin got up to during the months she was absent?!

In the Vic, Ian is still being off with Sharon! As Kathy brilliantly puts it, he's punishing her for not having the same feelings towards him, which is really not her fault! He needs to grow a pair, be a man about it, accept it and move on! The way Ian looked back at Sharon after she walked off, I'm hoping Kathy has finally talked some sense into him! He and Sharon have been best friends for years and years, it'll be awful to throw a good friendship away over something like that! Maybe Ian will start to back off a bit?!

Ahhh Denise! Gosh it feels like ages since we've seen Denise!!! She must be feeling absolutely devastated about Chantelle passing away?! She explains to Jack as she gets off the phone, that she was speaking to Sheree! Patrick is living with his son Anthony?! And from what we can make from her phone call, Patrick came down with Coronavirus? He seems to be getting better slowly! As Denise is having her conversation with Jack, Amy is in the background playing on her phone, what is this little girl up to? Denise suggests going round and making some food for Patrick, Amy pipes up and instantly asks if she can go with and quickly rushes to get changed. Both Jack and Denise seem surprised by her request but it looks a if Denise is pleased for her to tag along. But what does Amy really want? What is she trying to get out of? Or why is she wanting to go with Denise?!

Kheerat is still grieving for Chantelle, we see him alone, still coming to terms with her loss. Mitch walks in, thinking he's there to collect some on Chantelle's work things. But Kheerat brings his attention to a bin liner, Mitch looks inside and finds Chantelle's memory box. He looks inside and instantly he's wanting to know how and why Kheerat has it. Kheerat explains to him that Chantelle trusted him in getting it for her the previous night, Mitch comes to realise it was become of Kheerat that Gray got the notification of the house alarm. Kheerat explain to Mitch that Chantelle wasn't happy and that she was ready leave to Gray, Mitch remains quiet as he explains what he knows, he then asks him "Why you?" and then it drops - "You were going with her?!" - just as that moment, before Kheerat can respond to him, Suki walks into the room, realising what she might have walked in on, she instantly acts sympathetic towards Mitch, saying she's sorry for his loss and claiming how much they all loved Chantelle. Mitch decides then to leave the room and as he leaves we can Kheerat reeling about how much he knows he needs to tell Mitch, there's still plenty more information they need to know!

At the Slater household, Martin is finally spending time with his daughters. Hope has also grown up so much too! I might be wrong, but how long has it been since Stacey left with her daughters? Nearly a year? Over a year? A round the year mark? In that space of time, I can't believe how much their daughters have grown! Even little Arthur is growing up! Kat is in the living room explaining to Jean and Shirley all about the situation between Ruby and Stacey. As Martin is bonding with his daughter, Stacey is coming down the stairs, she sneaks towards the kitchen door and listens in on their conversation. She smiles softly as little Hope talks to her Daddy, it's then Martin whispers "I've missed you, so much!" - Stacey looks so guilty and upset as she realises how much her ex-husband dotes on his children.

Back at the cafe, Sharon appears to be looking for someone, or something? Linda sees her in a state and Sharon begins to let off a bit of steam to her best mate. She explains how much Ian is getting on her nerves when it comes to him running the Vic, still treating her like she's the bad guy because she didn't feel the same way about him. Linda gives her friend some brilliant advice, it doesn't matter who's name is on the lease, she insists the Vic belongs to Sharon. She advises her friend that if she was to make the first move and threaten to leave first before Ian chucks her, he will be begging for her to stay behind the bar. Only, will Sharon act upon her advice and will it work?!

Meanwhile, in the Mitchell's, Jay and Phil are discussing the possibility of Ben getting charged for his crimes. Phil brings up the fact that he could be looking at 8 years in prison for armed robbery if he's convicted. Jay begins to panic, for Lexi's sake, as he's been trying to tell the poor girl that everything is going to be okay and her Dad will be fine. Phil instructs him to keep telling her that until they know for certain that everything isn't. Suddenly, Ben makes his way into the room, happy as Larry! Both Jay and Phil are shocked to see him there, Ben makes himself at home, helping himself to a cup of tea! Phil instantly wants an explanation from his son, what is he doing there? Why have the police let him go? Ben makes a jokingly comment saying that the police might not have believed Danny's statement - then he brings up the possibly that Callum might have found a way of getting rid of the CCTV! Phil is clearly surprised about this information - is that true? Has Callum really got rid of the CCTV? Or has he actually gone ahead and decided to give Phil to the police, like they wanted?! Phil warns Ben that he's best trusting him in future, to which Ben responds "I trust you both!" - Hmm but something feels very wrong here. Has Callum betrayed Ben here and given up his Dad to the police? Just so Lexi can be with her Dad?! It's very interesting this one!

At Ruby's - Ruby is getting all her bank statements and all her information together, she's ready to go to the police and drop Stacey right in it! Martin finds her and before she can leave, he pretty much begs her not to go to the police. He explains that he hasn't seen his children for a whole year, he's only managed to spend 20 minutes with Hope. He was hoping to spend some time with Lily, but she sadly didn't want to talk to him. He begs to his girlfriend not to go to the police, not for Stacey, but for his children and for him. It's true that the kids have been through so much the past year, they need both their parents. They might not be together, but time with them is precious.

The next scene we see Denise making food for Sheree and Patrick, it looks as if Isaac has been staying at their house while Patrick is at Anthony's? Sheree appears to be asking for Mitch, she goes to the salon in search for him. As Denise and Sheree are having this conversation, I can make out in the background that Isaac and Amy are having another conversation, it sounds as if Amy is wanting to follow Isaac on social media. At first, it all seems a bit jokey as Isaac laughs and says she can't follow him, but it's when Amy says "Why not?" that things get a little more serious. Isaac is her teacher right? As the conversation goes on, Denise gets closer and listens in, Isaac makes the comment that Amy could be a bit too young to use social media, it's then Amy states that in some countries, some children younger than her get married. It's then that Denise decides to intervene, she instructs Amy to go and wash her hands so she can help prepare food. As Amy groans and leaves the room, Denise clicks to what is going on in the child's head, she informs Isaac that Amy has a huge crush on him! It all makes sense now why she wanted to join her - plus can I just say how grown up Amy looks too! The spit image of her Mum, Roxy! (RIP) - Denise questions Isaac whether he's not the slightest bit worried, but he explains that being a high school teacher, it seems to happen all the time - it'll be a phase and she'll grow out of it. Denise tells him to the best thing and keep his distance, but something tells me this little crush that Amy has will escalate and perhaps get a little out of control? Will a crush become something more of an obsession?!

Back a the Vic, Sharon appears to finally have picked up the courage to confront Ian. Ian tries to start the conversation, he looks as if he's beginning to apologise, but Sharon stops him in his tracks. She wants to her words out before he can. It looks as if she's taken Linda's advice, she starts to say that she'll always remember and be thankful to him for supporting her through her tough times over the past few months, but she goes on to say that with the way things have been between them recently, perhaps its for the best if she was to find someone else to live with her baby boy, for a minute he looks devastated - he says to her that he bought the Vic for her so she could have a home, and as much as she is grateful for that, Sharon points out that he has been treating her the past few weeks, she can't stay unless they can work things out - suddenly Ian is acting the BIG I AM - deciding to agree with what she's saying. It's looking as if Linda's advice has backfired on poor Sharon. He informs his ex-friend that he'll expect her to be gone the following day! Poor Sharon is in absolute disbelief! What is she going to do now? Where is she going live?!

Back at the Slater household, Stacey is finally coming face-to-face with her Mum, after being away for so long. Jean is still visibly upset with her daughter. Stacey begs for her to talk to her and if she'll let her stay they can work things out. Jean says she'll never turn away her grandchildren, but as long as Stacey is there, she'll only tolerate her for the children's sake. It's horrible seeing Jean so upset, but you can understand why, Stacey wasn't there for her Mum when she needed her the most - during her cancer treatment, when Daniel passed away, when she got poisoned for taking too much of her medication (unbeknown to her as you'll remember) - it's only been Kat, Kush and Shirley looking out for her, when really Stacey should've been there. I think it also upset her the fact that Stacey never actually got in touch, poor Jean didn't know where she was for a very long time. Jean informs Stacey that Ruby has come to see her, Stacey leaves the room as Jean's eyes fill with tears. Stacey joins Ruby in the living room, Ruby informs her that there's a piece of paper on the counter for her and on it is basically everything that she has stole from her. Stacey is reluctant at first, claiming that Ruby can't prove anything, but then Ruby says she's trying to do the right thing, as long as Stacey does the right thing, if Stacey pays back to her everything she owes, not for her, but for Martin's sake, then she wont call the police.

Back at the Mitchell's, Ben is really happy to be back at home, he's on the phone to his boyfriend, really excited to be home. We hear Callum on the other end of the phone saying how amazing it is that his boyfriend is finally back at home with his family. Ben says he has him to thank for it, as Ben is relaxing at home during this phone call, we can that Callum appears to be at the police station. His face is looking kind of happy but kind of devastated at the same time ... has he done what I think he's done?! Ben informs him that his Dad will be out that night and he decides to invite his boyfriend round, Callum agrees. As they end the phone call, Callum looks down at his phone, not looking as pleased as you'd think you'd be if your partner was let out of prison. It's then we hear a voice from above him "You made the right decision Callum!" .... *GASP* ... No!!!! Callum!!! Why? This is a devastating situation right now!!! Callum has basically given Phil to the police, just so Ben could be free? I have a horrible feeling about this - Ben is going to find out and it'll all kick off, Ben will see it as a huge betrayal! Phil will never trust Callum again, will Ben ever trust him again?! Ooooh - I kinda feel annoyed at Callum for doing it but also feel sorry for him as he probably feels he was pushed into a corner and that he didn't really have a choice, has he been cruel to be kind?! Oh no!!!! I dread to think what's going to happen to Ballum and to Phil after this!!! I don't understand why the police think that Phil is a bad man? Okay he's had his demons in the past, perhaps a robbery or two? Set fire to a few buildings (ie:- car lot and the Vic) But he's never physically killed anyone! Phil is not a murderer! Phil Mitchell has a history of being the hard man, the gangster - the one man no should ever cross, but it's a true fact that Phil Mitchell has never killed anyone!

As Phil is giving the money to Ritchie for getting Ben out, he reveals that thanks to her work and Callum, Ben is out. Ritchie looks a little confused, Phil explains to her that Ben thinks it was Callum who got rid of the CCTV. Ritchie can't imagine how as Callum's position is just a junior copper. She explains to Phil that the only reason they probably would release Ben is if they were to get something bigger. She then drops the bombshell to Phil that the police could be potentially after him. Does this mean that Phil is going to go on the run? She's warned him to watch his back! Phil instantly looks as if he knows who could be behind it, has Callum grassed him up to the police?! I do have a horrible feeling about the outcome of this. I said it earlier - my two favourite characters of the soap are Stacey and Phil, they MAKE the soap for me. Walford wouldn't be the same without them! I do hope Phil will get away somehow, there always seem to be way that Phil will escape from the police, they sometimes do catch up with him, but he always somehow seems to get away. What do you guys think will happen? What's going to be in store for Ballum and Phil in the up-coming episodes! I'd love to know your thoughts!

I'll be back tomorrow following Thursday's and Friday's episode! Thanks again for reading everyone! Love you all xXx

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keepscrollinghun · 2 years

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#so true madame #feathery queen #WT #sharon den adel #within temptation #black symphony #the truth beneath the rose

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 4 years

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An Ephemeral Eternity in Seven Parts - Steve Rogers x Reader.

MASTERLIST Warnings: Gifs aren’t mine. My English. Word Count~ 2.7k PART I PART II

Everywhere she looked she would see familiar faces but not quite known. She was always in a haze that blocked her from being herself... Well, not that she knew who that was. Starring out of her window and into the city, she realized how small she was, just a dot in an evergreen universe that expanded beyond her wildest fantasies. Maybe life wasn't for everyone she thought. Maybe she was failing it because she didn't know how to do it. How to function. Since she could remember, discipline, austerity, punctuality, precision and discretion were all she was taught. Over and over again. Back when HYDRA was being supplied women by Madam B., she had gained a lot of attention. Madam B. had seen potential and she insisted on ballet lessons. At first, she thought that ballet would be a way to exit everything but she soon realized that while indeed taking ballet classes she was been taught how to kill with the exact same moves. In the past couple of months, somewhere between Ultron and Rumlow, her fractured memories were falling to place, revealing all that horror of a past. An especially bad memory, that had been followed by many others, was unfolding in front of her eyes while she was asleep. She faced her first victim. Murdered a young girl while being one. Courtesy of Madam B. She shot awake and run to Natasha, not even caring about the time. Sooner rather than later many of her victims showed their faces, each leaving her without breath. She had killed a lot of people. A lot of innocent people. And no matter how much she would try to redeem those actions, she was never going to be able go forgive herself. She had hit another level of desperation. She was no goddess. Maybe a monster, a lying one. Of course it was doomed to end cruelly, why would she expect anything but? He was the sun, the God of everything good and pure. Gods were simply tragedies waiting to happen to people like her. She had realized that all the dark tales are true, that when sinners like her loved Gods, all that was left was their abyss and the burning embers of themselves. She closed her eyes and left the view from her not being able to look at it any longer. Tiptoeing across the compound, trying to be as soundless as possible, she walked pass his room, the temptation much greater than her common sense, as she heard muffled words. "I could already see it in the quick flash before she turned away onto that empty sidewalk yesterday. She always looked like she had learned how to handle herself a long time ago, but in the way children are forced to grow up too fast. She had always seemed so unwilling to show weakness, but I could see the tears that were waiting to fall and the kind of sadness that was so apparent despite her attempts to hide it and the kind of exhaustion that tells me that maybe she had just given up. After so long, I still wish I had asked her how she felt. I hope she knew that I wanted her safe, that I cared. That I still do" Steve was whispering to someone, who did not answer. Her mind played games, making her hope for something only to have her be a wrecked mess later on. He would never talk about her like that, he would never feel like that for her. The truth was, she had already decided her future was going to be a mirror of her past, dark, cold and lonely. She never really gave herself a chance. How could she? She forced her legs to move and take her away from there. Waltzing in the huge kitchen without turning any lights on, she reached for the top self of the cupboard above the oven. She enjoyed the darkness better; it was reflecting parts of herself that no one could ever see. She grabbed a shot glass and poured the vodka she found, downing it immediately to numb the frostbiting cold that grew inside her. She repeated that a couple more times than necessary. Anything was better than being in pain. She took out her tabacco smoke, filters and rolling papers and treated herself with a cigarette, lighting it up, inhaling the rich texture, downing the smoke and exhaling it. "You shouldn't be drinking or smoking. You should be sleeping" his softly reprimanding voice startled her. She turned on the dim light above the oven, just so she could she him. There was moonlight in his eyes and stars that rested upon his lips. Constellations that fell for him after the sunlight dipped. "It’s nights like these that are the worst; when I can’t sleep no matter how tired I feel and there are all these thoughts eating me up, wondering if I’ll ever be enough for someone to love, after all the things I've done" she finally admitted. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the smoke, maybe it was the late night hour. He was taken aback by her brutally honest answer. He ran his hands through his golden locks and she could only guess how soft they felt. "You don’t owe anyone an apology but yourself. You have to let go" he said, stepping closer to her. He was tired, that much was obvious. But she was tired too. Pretending to be the girl they thought she was, trying to be better for him... She wasn't the little sunshine Sharon was. She was dark, broken and stained for life. She locked her eyes with his. "Have you?" she blatantly asked him, already knowing the answer. He was still looking at her, eyes darting from her for a mere second, enough for them to understand each other. He took the bottle of vodka and placed it back in the cupboard above their heads while he put her cigarette out. "You should rest. We have a long day ahead of us" he tenderly said. She smiled in a melancholic way. "You shouldn't talk like that. Someone might think that you do care about me" she commented sorrowfully. He was caught by surprise but didn't fail to see her eyes looking at his intensely like they were waiting for a coherent answer. He sighted, defeated. "That's the thing, doll. I do care about you" he breathed out with his eyes darting to her lips and back to her eyes. She nodded a bit heartbroken but she asked anyway. "Then promise me that at some point you're gonna hold me in a way that will make all those broken pieces stick together again". And in that moment she let him see how damaged she was but he didn't turn away. She decided it was time to let him be and maybe even get a decent hour of sleep. "Goodnight Steve" she bid him and walked away, leaving him completely stunned. He knew though, he would keep that promise no matter what.

It had been all over the news. The Avengers had failed. Too many casualties. "Our people's blood is spilled on foreign soil. Not only because of the actions of criminals, but by the indifference of those pledged to stop them. Victory at the expense of the innocent, is no victory at all" the King of Wakanda said. She rolled her eyes at his statement. Wanda was the one who was affected the most. She had literally locked herself in her room watching the reporters repeating themselves. She had to hand it to them, they were excellent creating guilty consciousness. She wasn't shocked nor questioning her abilities. She was aware that every battle was going to have casualties, they weren't perfect but they were the closest thing this earth had to protectors. Since the moment her powers unlocked, she had become unstoppable. She was indeed an Enhanced individual thanks to all those experiments, she had gained control over nature, she could manipulate the human mind and she was strong enough to send Captain America flying across the room with a single kick. Knowing that she was powerful enough to help everyone who wasn't made her throw herself in the game without even thinking about it. It was her obligation. Slowly but surely, he noticed the changes - they were small at first but they grew to be spectacular. He was impressed and inspired by her. She was about to enter Wanda's room when she heard his voice and halted. "Rumlow said "Bucky" and . . . all of a sudden I was a 16-year-old kid again, in Brooklyn" he said defeated. She noticed that they were sitting next to each other and her heart squeezed. "And people died. It's on me" he concluded but Wanda disagreed. "It's on both of us" she told him. That was when she decided to step in and stop being jealous from the door frame. "This job . . . we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody. But if we can't find a way to live with that, next time . . . maybe nobody gets saved" he tried to reason with her. "I didn’t know before that hope could be a person but that's exactly what we are doing Wanda. It's not on you. It's not on us. It's on those reporters trying to get to our heads. Don't let 'em" she said certain of her truth, which made Steve look at her in a new found admiration. If she had hope, no one had the right to give up he thought. Vision materialized out of thin air, startling them. "Vis! We talked about this" Wanda softly reprimanded him, but there was something more to it, she could tell. "Yes, but the door was open so I assumed that . . ." Vision trailed off as he gestured at the door. "Captain Rogers wished to know when Mr. Stark was arriving" he continued, giving Wanda a sad look. "Thank you. We'll be right down" he told him as he made his way to her. "I'll . . . use the door. Oh, and apparently, he's brought a guest" Vision informed them and she knew that Tony was up to no good. She could sense something was off. "Who did my father dragged into this time?" she sarcastically asked as she realized all eyes were on her. "The Secretary of State". Fuck. She looked at Steve worried. It wasn't going to end well. Not even a chance. She chuckled darkly and turned hot on her heels. ... "For the past four years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution" Ross sternly told them as he placed a thick document on the desk and passed to Wanda. She picked it up but immediately passed it to her enhanced friend. "The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries . . . it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary" Ross pointed out. "The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we've done that" Steve cut through his lies. He looked up and met her eyes, fierce and unforgiving to her father. He thought she would feel trapped but she had never made a decision with more ease in her life. "Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?" Secretary Ross pushed back as she met his eyes and soft purple sparks flew from her fingers in anger, something that Steve saw and softly took her hand in his. "If I misplaced a couple of 30 megaton nukes . . . you can bet there'd be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. That's how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground" he continued without the slightest idea of how angry she was. And how dangerous. "So, there are contingencies" James came to the same conclusion they had. "Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords" Ross told them and she glared daggers at Tony. He knew she was stubborn but he hoped she would side with him. She stood up abruptly and left the room. She was suffocating.

"Tony. You are being uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal" Natasha commented dryly. "It's because he's already made up his mind" Steve attacked back. "Boy, you know me so well" he ironically told him off as he got up, rubbing the back of his head. He placed his phone in a basket and tapped it, a young man appearing. "Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA. Had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where, Sokovia. He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. I mean, we won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass. There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys." he felt the headache affecting his speech and he downed a pill with some coffee. She tuned out as they went on discussing and fighting. Her world was crumbling down one more time. She had grown tired of rebuilding her life every few years. "So are you in my side? Cause if you're not... you can't stay here" he finally asked her, thinking that pressure was the best method. She closed her eyes for a moment and let go. "Okay, fine. You wanna play dad to this kid? Go ahead. Be my guest. But let me tell you, dad, the monster beneath my bed was the monster called Childhood. It was ugly and hungry, just like me. I can remember the taste of nightmares. They are still on my tongue. I wasn’t prepared for this; blurry, swirly images of a world with an appetite for innocence. They were supposed to keep me safe, but instead they chewed me up and spat me out. I met evil when I was just a child. Pick a color, then a number, and I’ll tell you your future. Did I survive? I’m not sure. In the mirror, I see a half-formed creature. Shh. The knots in the wood beneath the kitchen table looked like screaming faces. I can’t remember the last time a house felt like a home. And now this. Tony, this not about you. It's about me, about my ideas and my beliefs. I am not siding against you to punish you. I am simply standing my ground. And if that means you don't want me to live here anymore... that's okay too. I don't have a shield or a suite to put down and stand back. I am the shield, I am the suite. I am not going to place myself in their disposal" she went on and on, making everyone look at her in a new light. She gave him a smile, a sad one and nodded as she realized. "Bye dad" she whispered and left the room to pack a bag with few of her things. She would manage. "I have to go" she heard him say but she knew she wasn't the one he was going after. After all, she had those damn powers. She knew a bit more than she ever let on.

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juststeveandtonythings · 4 years

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Silver Age Steve Rogers: A Summary

I wrote one for Tony Stark so now Steve gets one too. This covers Tales of Suspense Vol 1 #59-#99 (the Captain America part of it - Iron Man is in the Tony Stark summary I just linked) and Captain America Vol 1 #100-#120. I chose Captain America #120 as a stopping point, as that takes us up to December 1969.

Issue-by-Issue Synopsis

Significant events are in bold. Note that a lot of the earlier issues were kind of just silly fluff, so there isn't much to say about them.

[ToS #59] Captain America gets his own story in Tales of Suspense (note that this means Tales of Suspense contains two stories, one Iron Man and one Captain America, not that Captain America appears in the Iron Man story or vice versa). First appearance of Edwin Jarvis.

[ToS #60] Steve fights a bad guy.

[ToS #61] Steve fights a bad guy in Vietnam and saves a man whose brother saved him during WWII.

[ToS #62] Steve fights a bad guy who wants his shield.

[ToS #63] Recap of Steve's origin story.

[ToS #64] 1940s adventure of Steve fighting a bad guy.

[ToS #65] 1940s adventure of Steve fighting the Red Skull.

[ToS #66] 1940s adventure of Steve fighting the Red Skull.

[ToS #67] 1940s adventure of Steve fighting the Red Skull.

[ToS #68] 1940s adventure of Steve fighting a bad guy.

[ToS #69] 1940s adventure of Steve fighting a bad guy.

[ToS #70] 1940s adventure of Steve fighting a bad guy.

[ToS #71] 1940s adventure of Steve fighting a bad guy.

[ToS #72] Steve finds out that the Red Skull left behind three giant robots called Sleepers and goes after them.

[ToS #73] Steve fights the Sleepers.

[ToS #74] Steve fights the Sleepers.

[ToS #75] First appearance of Peggy Carter (in flashback), Sharon Carter, and Batroc the Leaper. Steve sees Sharon, is reminded of Peggy, and starts following her. He encounters Batroc along the way and fights him.

[ToS #76] Steve and Batroc work together to defeat a common enemy.

[ToS #77] Flashback issue about Steve and Peggy's relationship during WWII and how they parted. Peggy ends up getting amnesia, which is why they never found each other again.

[ToS #78] Steve and Nick Fury fight a bad guy.

[ToS #79] Red Skull is revealed to still be alive in the present day. First appearances of A.I.M. and the Cosmic Cube.

[ToS #80] Steve fights the Red Skull, who has the Cosmic Cube.

[ToS #81] Steve fights the Red Skull, who has the Cosmic Cube, until the land they're on crumbles and Red Skull and the Cube are both lost to the water.

[ToS #82] Steve gets drugged and captured by an adaptoid, who then takes his form.

[ToS #83] Steve frees himself and captures the adaptoid.

[ToS #84] The adaptoid adapts to all of the Avengers' powers and fights Steve.

[ToS #85] Steve goes to save Sharon, who has been captured by Batroc on behalf of Hydra under the condition that he be allowed to fight Steve. They fight, but when Hydra interferes Batroc gets annoyed and lets Steve save Sharon.

[ToS #86] Steve fights a bad guy in Asia and asks Fury to tell Sharon that they're going to go on a date, but Fury tells him she's on a mission.

[ToS #87] Steve fights the Planner, who is dressed in a Cap costume and committing crimes.

[ToS #88] Steve receives a video transmission from someone who looks and sounds like Bucky and goes after him.

[ToS #89] Steve finds out that the Bucky who sent the transmission was actually a robot created by Red Skull, who is still alive. They fight.

[ToS #90] Learning that Red Skull has some sort of plastic bubble weapon and fearing for NYC's safety, Steve promises to serve Red Skull for 24 hours in exchange for Red Skull not using the weapon on the city.

[ToS #91] Red Skull makes Steve reveal the location of a military submarine right before the 24 hours are up, then goes after it. Steve fights him. The sub blows up with Red Skull in it.

[ToS #92] Steve unknowingly interferes with a S.H.I.E.L.D. plot where an LMD Nick Fury is supposed to be assassinated, which puts Sharon in danger. Fury asks him to save her as a result.

[ToS #93] Steve and Sharon are both captured by A.I.M.

[ToS #94] First on-panel appearance of M.O.D.O.K. Steve and Sharon fight A.I.M.

[ToS #95] Steve goes on his first date with Sharon and proposes to her despite not knowing her real name. When Sharon declines, Steve decides to stop being Captain America and reveals his identity as Steve Rogers.

[ToS #96] Steve saves some random people dressed up as Cap who were filling the gap he left. He decides to continue being Captain America.

[ToS #97] Steve is summoned by T'Challa to Wakanda to help fight some bad guys who might be related to Steve's rogues' gallery.

[ToS #98] Steve and T'Challa fight Baron Zemo.

[ToS #99] Steve and T'Challa are caught by Baron Zemo. Sharon shows up while disguised as a spy and is asked by Zemo to shoot them.

[CA #100] Steve, Sharon, and T'Challa defeat Baron Zemo, who is revealed to be a fake. Steve asks T'Challa to join the Avengers.

[CA #101] Steve finds out about a fourth Sleeper and goes after it, but it gets away.

[CA #102] Steve and Sharon again go after the fourth Sleeper and defeat it with the power of love. Red Skull decides to use Sharon against Steve going forward.

[CA #103] Sharon's name is finally revealed (she was previously only known as Agent 13). They go on a date, but the Red Skull's minions kidnap her and force Steve to come after them. They escape, but unknown to Steve, the Red Skull has attached "nuclear tape" to the back of his neck.

[CA #104] Steve goes to fight the Red Skull while Sharon, Fury, and Tony Stark disarm a bomb connected to Steve's nuclear tape.

[CA #105] Steve tries to distance himself from Sharon, fearing his proximity puts her in danger, and goes off on a random mission to disarm a separate, unrelated bomb.

[CA #106] Steve fights some bad guys trying to steal LMD tech from S.H.I.E.L.D., including an LMD that looks like himself.

[CA #107] First appearance of Doctor Faustus, a psychiatrist Steve has recently started seeing. Faustus gives Steve some pills to supposedly help with nightmares, but it's a trap. Faustus gets arrested after a fight.

[CA #108] Steve and Sharon fight the Trapster, who they find out is working for the Red Skull.

[CA #109] Recap of Steve's origin story.

[CA #110] Steve saves Rick Jones from the Hulk. Rick then puts on Bucky's costume and asks to be his sidekick. Steve agrees, and they fight Madame Hydra/Viper (in her first appearance) and her Hydra goons together.

[CA #111] Steve and Rick fight Hydra again. Steve jumps into a river as they're shooting at him. A bullet-riddled costume and a Steve Rogers face mask are found afterward, but no body.

[CA #112] Recap of Steve's adventures from the original Cap comics, Avengers, Tales of Suspense, and this current run, narrated by Tony Stark in the wake of Cap's apparent death.

[CA #113] Captain America is given a funeral that Madame Hydra then crashes. Rick goes after her, and so does Steve, who is unsurprisingly alive after all. After Hydra is defeated, Steve explains how the Cap that was gunned down was a fake. Steve now has a secret identity again.

[CA #114] After Steve and Sharon fight A.I.M., Steve asks Sharon to resign from S.H.I.E.L.D. Sharon refuses to quit her job, and they break up. Steve then tries to assume a different civilian identity but is found by Red Skull, who has the Cosmic Cube again.

[CA #115] After spending some time toying with Steve, Red Skull transforms Steve into himself, and himself into Captain America.

[CA #116] Red Skull continues to toy with Steve, who is being attacked non-stop due to looking like the Skull. Eventually, Red Skull teleports Steve to the isle where the Exiles are, as he recently betrayed the Exiles and know that they will want to kill the Red Skull on sight.

[CA #117] First appearance of Sam Wilson and Redwing, who save Steve as he's being attacked by the Exiles. Steve realizes he can take off the Red Skull mask and look like a normal man. He convinces Sam to adopt a superhero identity and names him the Falcon so that he can serve as a symbol when fighting the Exiles.

[CA #118] Steve trains Sam in hand-to-hand combat and together, they fight the Exiles. Red Skull is annoyed that Steve is thriving and decides it's time to end it himself.

[CA #119] Red Skull restores himself and Steve to their true bodies. They fight (along with Sam and Redwing). However, Red Skull loses his advantage when the Cosmic Cube gets deactivated as part of an unrelated plot by A.I.M. and uses the last vestiges of its power to teleport away.

[CA #120] Steve and Sam return to the States and part ways. Steve takes on a job at a local college and saves a professor from being kidnapped by A.I.M., then quits the job.

Characterization

We all know Steve as the guy who will fight for freedom any day of the week and prone to giving rousing speeches, both during and after battle. He encourages others to do the same, and is responsible for Sam becoming the Falcon. He even trains both Sam and Rick Jones in hand-to-hand combat.

Underneath that patriotic exterior, though, is a conflicted man warring with a lot of dissonant feelings. Sometimes he seems to resent being Captain America: he's Cap because he feels a duty to be Cap, but he also blames that devotion to duty for Bucky's death as well as the fact that he can't just settle down with Sharon, who feels duty toward her own job. At the same time, he feels like outside of Captain America, the man under the mask - Steve Rogers - has no identity or life of his own. His resentment leads him to quitting being Captain America, but his sense of duty leads him to pick it back up almost immediately afterward. However, there is no resolution at this time to his lack of identity as Steve Rogers. He tries to fill in the gap with Sharon by pursuing a romance with her, but it fails when she won't fit in the exact way he wants her to.

On top of all that, Steve actively blames himself for Bucky's death (in addition to the bit about duty mentioned above). He thinks he shouldn't have brought Bucky with him on that fatal mission near the end of the war and that he should have been able to save him. As a result, his enemies frequently use Bucky's ghost to either lure him into traps or mess with his mind. Despite his guilt, though, Rick Jones is able to successfully convince Steve to allow him to pick up Bucky's mantle.

And of course, Steve still feels disconnected from his current present, twenty years into the future. The disconnect is bad enough that he sought therapy for it, though unfortunately for him said therapist was Doctor Faustus.

When it comes to his love life, he falls hard and fast - probably too hard and too fast. While Silver Age comics in general completely fail at "show, don't tell" when it comes to romance, Steve takes it to another level, and it's explicitly confirmed that his intense feelings for Sharon are literally because she looks like someone he loved during the war. This leads to him proposing to her on their first date, before he even knows her as anything other than Agent 13. When she declines, he's so upset that he briefly quits being Captain America. He also repeatedly tries to make her quit her job as a top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. because he fears for her safety, and they break up after her multiple refusals to do so.

He's also so open about his feelings for Sharon that Fury is essentially left to be the middleman for them at times, arranging their schedules so they can go on dates. Random unnamed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are also shown to be aware of Steve and Sharon's romance.

Relationships

Bucky Barnes is Steve's teenage sidekick from WWII, though he perished as part of the same event that left Steve frozen in the ice for twenty years. Though he's dead, his spectre continues to haunt Steve, both in the form of Steve's guilt as well as enemies like the Red Skull using Bucky's likeness to draw him into battle.

Red Skull is Steve's greatest enemy, and continues to come back time and time again. His major flaw regarding Steve is that he enjoys seeing Steve suffer so much that he ends up drawing out his plots for long enough that Steve is able to escape and live another day.

Batroc the Leaper is on paper one of Steve's enemies, though they have worked together multiple times to fight a common foe. Batroc is shown to have a strong desire to defeat Captain America, but at the same time, he has an equally strong sense of honor that demands that any such defeat must take place under fair conditions. He will not hesitate to turn on others if they interfere with his sense of fair play.

Peggy Carter is Steve's first love from the war, though it's unclear if he ever knew her name. However, they were separated after Peggy got amnesia from an exploding cell, causing her to forget him and therefore never see him again.

Sharon Carter is Steve's singular love interest in the present day. He starts following her as soon as he sees her due to her resemblance to Peggy and learns she's a top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. When he finally goes on a date with her, he proposes, and when he's turned down he briefly quits being Captain America. While she loves him back, she feels that her duty to S.H.I.E.L.D. prevents her from having a married life, and her refusal to quit despite his repeated requests lead to them breaking up.

Nick Fury is one of Steve's friends from the war, and is also the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. They talk a lot, and at least on one instance Steve has invited him to his place just so he can vent about his life (Fury usually mentions crying towels on these occasions). He also acts as a somewhat reluctant but also amused middleman when it comes to Steve and Sharon's relationship.

Rick Jones is a young man who briefly takes up the role of being a replacement Bucky. Steve trains him in combat gymnastics and though he fears for Rick's life, he ultimately allows him to be his sidekick.

T'Challa is King of Wakanda and the Black Panther. After they work together on a mission, Steve asks him to join the Avengers, which T'Challa agrees to.

Sam Wilson is a man Steve encounters while in the Red Skull's body (though his mask is removed so he looks like a normal person). Due to their shared goal of defeating a common enemy, Steve encourages Sam to take up a superhero identity and dubs him the Falcon, training him in hand-to-hand combat. Once the enemy is defeated, and after Sam learns Steve was actually Captain America, Sam returns to Harlem to be a superhero there.

Tony Stark is the weapons director of S.H.I.E.L.D. (and Iron Man, though Steve doesn't know this). Steve and Sharon constantly use gadgets he designed and have a huge amount of respect for him. The fact that Iron Man tricked out Steve's shield at one point is known by everyone, enough that there is not one, but two plots that involve enemies trying to steal said shield (though Steve removes the enhancements later).

Trivia

[ToS #60] Steve briefly wields a shield that is enhanced with transistors, courtesy of Iron Man (he later removes them due to balance issues, though).

[ToS #63] During the war, Steve acted like a bumbling private to deflect suspicions that he was actually Captain America.

[CA #105] Steve makes an explicit enough reference to Christ that it seems to confirm him as a Christian.

[CA #108] Everyone is constantly using stuff designed by Tony Stark, who is referred to as the weapons director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

[CA #110] Steve smokes a pipe.

[CA #111] A description of Steve's fighting style, which is referred to as combat gymnastics.

[CA #117] Steve is capable of using clay to form makeshift facial prosthetics for himself as a disguise.

[CA #117] Steve is normally camera-shy.

Noteworthy Panels

These are mostly panels that are noteworthy for meme reasons, since actual noteworthy events are highlighted in the synopsis.

[ToS #59] The heels of Steve's boots are razor-sharp.

[ToS #65] With true Nazi efficiency, the Red Skull has a hit list of four whole people that he wrote out in a notepad.

[ToS #74] All Steve needs is a flamethrower!

[ToS #79] Steve's A on his cowl peels off to reveal a circuit that blocks hypnotic waves.

[ToS #95] Steve tells Tony that he helped the Avengers the only way he could - with his money!

[CA #101] Steve rocks a Stark-designed transparent inflato-suit.

[CA #106] Steve hangs around shirtless in front of a random S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who is trying to talk to him about work stuff.

[CA #118] Steve apparently gave Rick an autographed photo of himself.

[CA #120] "Roger Stevens" is the best undercover name Steve can come up with.

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harrytheweedman · 4 years

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Season 4 episode 2

LatriWhat is up you junkie whores. Who’s ready to rumble?! Well its for sure not these queens. Before we get too ahead of ourselves lets talk about one of my favorite running gags. I love at the beginning of each episode after a girl has gone home, she is featured in the next episode holding the check for 100,000. Not only is it funny as hell, it’s super petty. Damn I love Rupaul. I wish that this fun little gag was in every season. It’s such a small thing but I think it’s very effective and so hilarious.

Before any real fun happens we see the queens fill the required screen time with what seems to be super casual and not at all produced conversations. Jiggly wipes away Alisa’s lipstick message and everyone agrees that Jiggly should have been gone instead. I can never tell if they’re joking or being genuine, but to me it really does seem like they wish Jiggly had gone home.

Lashauwn talks with Latrice about the outcome of last week. Everyone though that Lashauwn was going to win last weeks challenge but she agrees that she didnt win because she’s too quiet. Duh she’s too quiet. Nobody likes a quiet drag week damnit.

Moving to the mini challenge, it is once again something ridiculous. The girls have to make pads, get into quick drag, then strut their stuff through the workroom. As expected, most of the girls look like shit and some think they’re funnier than they actually are. Madame LaQueer can’t even seem to get her damn pants up. Jiggly splits her pants right up the crack. Fun fact tho: This challenge was responsible for giving us the iconic Willam look that become sort of her symbol.

Phi Phi, Willam and Chad had the juiciest booties they win the challenge and become team captains. I was not surprised that Latrice was picked first. Like she said, shes a big bitch so who’s gonna out wrestle her. I was not surprised that Madame LaQueer was chosen last and I sure as hell was not surprised when she said that she was not athletic. Bitch no one is surprised. Your pants fell down and you were sweaty from walking. Girl bye

Anyways, the teams were as followed: Phi Phi, Lashauwn, Latrice and Kenya; Willam, Jiggly, the Princess, and Dida; Chad, Sharon, LaQueer, and Milan. On each team there are a pair of “good” guys vs. a pair of “bad” guys. Each pair has really stupid names so I shan't be getting into those. Google if you're curious.

After that they get into their teams and practice for the big matches. During practice Madame LaQueer hurts her ankle, insert eyeroll, and that makes Team Chad very nervous. Lashauwn is nervous because she’s quiet and wresting is not for quiet people. The Princess is also quiet but her main problem is that Jiggly is crude and obscene. So basically, each team has one weak link so that no team has any advantages.

Each wrestling match starts out with one pair of wrestlers (queens) in their dressing room and then the pair they’re facing off against with flexes on them and talks shit then they take it to the ring. Overall it’s a pretty dumb challenge. Professional wrestling isn’t fun to watch so seeing a bunch f drag queens flounder and act poorly through a wrestling match inst a good time. All three teams do, at least in my opinion, a piss poor job. You can see how fake it is and the outfits are super cheap looking. Nothing really stood out for me in this challenge except fro Lashauwn’s terrible acting and Jiggly’s potty mouth.

Once the wresting is over it’s time for the runway. As they’re getting ready the queens take this time to talk shit about their performances. Jiggly is worried about the Princess because the Princess wasn’t as obnoxious as her. I don’t consider that a bad thing.

The theme of the runway is Girly Girl Couture. I don’t understand how or why the runway themes are chosen are but they make no sense. Like what does girl girls have to do with wrestling? I don’t know but Rupaul thinks they hold hands.

Team Chad wins the challenge for some reason with the overall winners being Chad and LaQueer. If I had to guess why they won, it would be because they had the most fleshed out characters and they really stayed in character. Chad and LaQueer were the most committed bad guys and as a team all four were probably the strongest. LaQueer thinks that this means the other girls will regret picking her last. Think again sis.The queens exit the stage and the real judging starts.

First up is Willam. All the judges thought that Willam’s acting sucks, which is so hilarious to me considering she considers herself to be an actress. She’s always boasting about it being her day job, but she can’t act for shit. The judges didn’t even talk about her runway look, so I’ll take care of that. It’s trash. She looks like a cheap whore that wondered into the the studio lot. Her shorts are so short that I can see her fucking taint. To me, Willam is not a star.

Dida Ritza is next and as expected, her wig is dehydrated. I don’t know why she keeps wearing cheap ass blonde wigs. Put some effort in girl. The judges said that she would be better as the pretty ring girl that hold up the sign and I disagree. She couldn’t do that either.

The Princess is next and her look gets mixed reviewed. The judge liked the dress but hated the hair. I hated both. We’ve seen what she’s capable of and this look was a bit of a let down. The dress makes her look short and fat and the hair looks like a big comb over. He moves in the ring were also not favored. The Princess said that she was a very zen person and was really trying. Well apparently she didn’t try hard enough and goes to the bottom. The Princess did not earn the respect that she deserved. The judges and Jiggly did her dirty.

Jiggly is next and her outfit is awful. I hate that she never seem to have a silhouette or a concept. The most interesting thing was the lollipop she had, but you'll soon find that Jiggly always has food on her person and it’s less interesting the more you realize that. Jiggly threw the Princess under the bus for being too quiet and the judges felt that Jiggly was carrying the pair. I disagree. I feel like Jiggly was just obnoxious and annoying and instead of working together she just bulldozed over the Princess. Nobody likes a bully Jiggly.

Phi Phi is next. The judges hate her look because she looked old. Her runway didn’t give me girly, it gave me more single mom of three realness, but it wasn’t bad. The look wasn’t terrible but it for sure didn’t match the theme. The judges, especially Michelle, really liked her in the maxi challenge. Phi Phi was pretty funny in the ring. She plays dumb bitch pretty well. If the rest of her team had been better she probably would have won.

Lashauwn is next. I loved her runway look. I thought it was so cute and creative. It was nice to see something that wasn’t basic on the runway. Most of the judges liked the look but one of the guests judges hated it. I don’t remember his name so he isn’t important or relevant. I agree with the judges about her performance. You could see that she out of her element and not really trying in the ring. Her lack of confidence is what lands her in the bottom two.

Kenya Michales is next. I found her runway look to be cute but the judges went bananas over it. They said that she looked like Lil Kim or Niki Minaj which I get. They loved her performance in the ring. I liked her energy but if Latrice wasn’t her partner I dont think it would have been as good. They fed off each others energy and were good together. Separately not so much. That one guest judge who I hate said that she’s the one to beat. Which is so not true. If she was the one to beat she would've won this challenge or even the one from the week before but she did not. Kenya is pretty, but I don’t see any talent.

And finally we come to Latrice. Her runway look is my least favorite of the episode. It is so basic and so pedestrian. I think it is ugly and it does not give me girl, but old white lady that Latrice stole this outfit from. The judges didn’t even commit on this monstrosity of a look and honestly, they should be ashamed. The judges loved her performance in the ring because she was throwing Kenya around. So like I said for Kenya, they were good together but as individuals they aren’t as strong.

So once again the queens retreat to the untucked lounge and the judges talk shit and say things we already heard, but this time meaner.

It pisses me off that the Princess is in the bottom two but her partner isn’t. So instead she faces off against Lashauwn, which is probably a good thing since they both sucked in the lip sync. Both of them gave a pretty lackluster performance. Not that the song they chose was super upbeat or fun. I find Bad Girls by the Donna Summers to be a little boring myself but hey, its not my show. For some reason Lashauwn thought it would be cute to do the whole thing without shoes. Don’t ever take your shoes or your wig off during a lip sync. You will go home. So its not shocking that the Princess stayed and Lashawun sashayed away. The Princess wasn’t much better, but she kept her shoes on.

So that’s it for this episode kids. Tune in next week for commercials and RuPaul forcing his music on us

#drag race #drag race season 4 #rpdr s4 #sharon needles #kenya michaels #latrice royale #willam #phi #the princess #jiggly caliente #alisa summers #lashauwn beyond #madame laqueer #chad michaels #milan #dida ritz

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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she loves me! (multi) — chapter two - roza

[ summary ] : sharon is always reminiscing on her early youth in budapest and how she managed to meet her wife. meanwhile, a new bright eyed girl walks into the perfume shop with nothing in mind except getting a job.

[ author's note ] : next chapter! tonight we open! my original idea was one chapter for each song but I think I'm combining some of the shorter songs together so not only can the story go by a bit faster but also so we get some sasha quicker and can really describe more detail! hope y'all enjoy.

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Shea's nerves seemed to melt away once her boss simply rubbed her shoulders and sighed with a deep laugh leaving her lips, "You know, it's hilarious to me how you manage to eat all my wife's food and here I am with heartburn having to ask Divina for her stomach pills."

Adjusting the sleeves of her red blazer she stifled a chuckle, finding it a bit amusing but more relieved that she wasn't getting some kind of beatdown from her boss, the person she respected and wanted to impress most.

"Mrs. Coady cooks very well, all I can do is sit down at the table and accept what I've been so graciously offered." The blonde peered over Divina's workstation as the employee handed Sharon a box of her stomach pills, needing some relief.

"She's always cooking! Pierogi, Cakes, various sweets— you get to enjoy it and meanwhile I'm struggling to even ingest it."

The American giggled, tilting her head to the side as Sharon winked, "I know what you bachelor's are like however." It was true Shea was single, she had even dated a bit here and there: she was no Katya but even if she conversed so personally and dreamed of romantic intentions with her Dear Friend, she was still by every meaning of the word a Bachelor

Divina had to cock her brow, amused beyond belief as she was the only loyal and married woman in the shop. Alaska was married but definitely not loyal and everyone else was pining or too young to think about it (Aquaria namely). Brushing the dust of the unpackaged boxes off her vest she clapped as Sharon began swaying, humming to the classical record that echoed throughout the shop.

The original noise coming from the one she had placed intentionally by Aquaria's cleaning materials and the stool so that at least there would be some sort of a distraction, an escape from the painful and tiring retail work.

"I was once younger, I'm not that old you know but I was once a bachelor! And what a bachelor I was." Sharon bragged, sitting down on the stool next to Shea and reminiscing about the days when she was simply young, strong and let every night pass her without a care in the world. Reckless, intelligent and yet so alone.

"It was always with some girl, they always caught my eye and good for me being so light on my feet. I could circle the dance floor until dawn lit up the sky."

Alaska, Katya and Divina all gathered, happy to be having some sort of an informal break. The three exchanged tender glances to one-another though there was a twinge in Alaska's eyes as the topic shifted to Mrs. Coady, Jinkx as everyone in the shop knew her though they were far too formal to every refer to her by her given first name. Her smile sweet, always seemed to come with a new style for her Auburn hair that glistened in the sunlight. Always a kiss on the cheek for the workers, a peck for Sharon who would await her random and accustomed appearances.

Shea soaked in all of the story, finding it hard to believe Sharon used to be quite the flirt.

"And then I met Jinkx, my wife, and ever since that day we met in the dance hall I've never gone back!" A deep laugh, tapping Shea's shoulder for a response. "I bet you think that's absolutely incredible."

Flusteredly she replied with a soft and quick, "Well no! She's a beautiful woman!" Her waist quickly being grabbed by Sharon who took her down from the platform for a quick dance lesson, humming the classical symphony that played in the background. "I was once your age, I was just as good looking and still think I am!" Her voice speaking above the music, eyes gleaming.

"Oh Mrs. Coady I'm really not as great at dancing as you think I am!" Shea attempted to speak up, lips pressed together as her boss only continued to spread her wisdom, "Mrs. Coady I've always had trouble with my feet!" She yelled over the music though Sharon straightened out her waist, "I know you better than that Mrs. Couleé!"

"1,2,3— follow the beat!" They both repeated to themselves, "Around, around, around!" She yelled with an observing eye before the blonde took in the sight of Katya who had been gently dancing around the tile, she knew she could help Shea straighten up.

"Ms. Zamolodchikova!"

The Russian gasped of delight, Shea's nose wrinkled as she took over for Sharon. She adored the giddy blonde with all her heart but she knew from the beginning that movement and dancing was what Katya had pursued in the first place. Biting her lip she groaned, trying not to step on Katya's feet by simply looking down. The Russian tightened the grip of their fingertips as she instructed the regiment.

"And go back 2,3! Back 2,3!"

Shea began to get the hang of the basic patterns and movements with waltzing down. Katya grinning as Divina and Sharon both clapped. "That's it Shea!" Yelled the redhead from the comfort of her workstation, Alaska leaning into the wall as she watched intrigued.

"And spin me around, going back 2,3, back 2,3!" Obeying her instruction she carefully made sure to spin around the Russian girl who smiled widely, lashes fluttering. "Why Shea!" She teasingly spoke up, dancing in her heels with precision once the American had truly grasped the movement.

Katya took a bow as Sharon kissed her hand, smiling. "Trust me Shea, it's not necessary to change partners every night! Or every other night." Sharon handed back Divina's box of stomach pills as her hand glided across her work station, "Did you see the new shipments we got in today? We have a new product."

Aquaria excitedly ran down the platform, dropping her broom in place. "Did we really?"

Holding out one of the many boxes that Divina had begun to organize on the top of her space she laughed, "Yes!" She opened the boxes, to everyone's surprise a loud musical tune played— they had to be music boxes.

"It's a musical cigarette box."

"Who thinks it'll sell?" She asked sincerely though all of her employees, even Aquaria looked away being completely aware of how ridiculous the concept of these sounded. "Why Mrs. Honard!" She called over Alaska who chuckled, exchanging a panicked glance with Katya who watched her meet Sharon on the floor away from her own workspace, opening the box she gravely laughed.

"I don't see why not. I'd go even further, I say this'll make music lover's out of cigarette smokers and cigarette smokers out of music lover's!" Sharon clapped in utter bliss at the response, turning on her heels, "Wonderful!" She stopped at Shea who looked completely and openly crazed at the idea of selling these and 10 and 6.

"Ms. Couleé definitely does not seem too onboard with the idea, yes?" Shea shook her head.

"I just can't see how these would sell Mrs. Coady, no matter who is a music lover and who's a smoker, this entire population seems to be but that doesn't mean it'll sell."

Sharon hummed, closing the box.

"Let's make a bet! I'll bet you 10 and 4 that we can sell one of these in an hour." Her cocky demeanor and calm body language showing just how proud of these boxes she was. The American only sat in wait, "I really don't want to make your money ma'am."

"So it's a bet?" Sharon's brow cocked as she held out her hand, waiting for Shea to accept. She did though quite confident, there was no reluctance in her handshake. There was no way these ridiculous boxes could be sold in the next hour! Who knew if there'd even be customers this upcoming hour, it was a tricky economy and Budapest summer's could still kill a man when it came to the afternoon heatwave.

Sharon stood confidently, "You'll pay right through your nose." She whispered before she jolted at the sound of the bell, Katya opening the door and shutting it tight. Sharon walked up to the first woman who wore a tight yellow dress with matching heels and a small hat that covered most of her straightened black hair.

Her expression angered as Sharon opened the musical cigarette box, still looking to win this absolutely ridiculous bet of her's.

"Who do I see about returning a sour jar of face cream?"

Shutting the music box tight she rolled her eyes angered, "Why certainly madam, Mrs. De Campo, your customer!" The Brit quickly standing in front with a hand extended, leading her new customer to her work station so they could out the situation and possibly persuade her on some of the new soaps and clippers in stock.

Katya opened the door once more, the chiming echoing as Shea stepped up next to leave Alaska with her own work. "Good day madam, may I help you?" She gave a polite bow as a bright eyed girl walked through the doors. Clutching her cream colored purse and adjusting her hat and a leather belt around it. Her dress flowing, it was long enough that it had even covered most of the view of her white heels.

Her eyes gleamed at the sight of the shop, looking around interested in what the store had to offer. Shea had to admire her perfect blue eyes and the beautiful lipstick that was painted across her lips. Anxiously awaiting a response the blonde turned to Shea, her thick hair and curls moving with the turn of her head.

She smiled brightly though it came with a nervous chuckle, "No!" Shea nodded respectfully, "Well yes!" She turned to the blonde who clearly was deliberating a situational playout in her head. Adjusting the buttons on her coat she gave a soft grin to Shea who began to advertise some of the products for her to buy.

"We have a lovely collection of soaps, salts, lipsticks!"

The blonde sighed, "I'm really not here to buy anything, I would like to speak with Mrs. Coady!" Her voice a bit louder now as Shea placed the makeup she had been holding back in it's glass cabinet, a bit confused but nonetheless letting the woman go about her business.

"She is very busy if I may warn you, I can always help if you'd like!"

Sitting in the stool she tapped her knees, her fingertips brushing her long eyelashes, glaring at Shea before swallowing a breath. "The old employee! Mrs. Edwards? It's true she has resigned after her surgery right?"

A smirk began to form across the corner of Shea's lips, beginning to piece together exactly what this woman was attempting to do, why she needed to speak privately to Mrs. Coady.

"You're looking for a job, aren't you?"

"Oh yes but I am such a good employee!" She stood up and opened her purse, beginning to pull out various trinkets looking for the letter of recommendation. "If you leave your name maybe I can tell Mrs. Coady you stopped by?" The blonde looked up, "Sasha, Sasha Velour."

"Wonderful. Mrs Velour, I'm just afraid we aren't seeking any new employees." She then started on how she had an excellent track record and attendance and experience from her old business in the Soviet Union, it was a very well known beauty store. Katya had mentioned it a few times to Divina and Shea whenever she'd take the time off to go see her family in Stalingrad.

"Everyone in Leningrad said I was such a good employee, I even have a letter of recommendation from Mr. Kuznetsov himself!"

Shea sighed, gently taking all the stuff she begun handing to the American looking for her letter including various lipsticks, a scarf and paper checks. "Look Mrs. Velour—" suddenly Sasha gasped and giggled, finding the handwritten and crumpled letter under her hat this whole time. "Here it is!" She said taking back her mishmosh of items to put back into her purse. "It says Mrs. Velour is honest, dependable, a dedicated hard worker, intelligent!"

"I completely believe the letter Mrs. Velour but I'm afraid it just can't be done at this time."

Sharon closed the door behind her, peeping the conversation as Shea jumped in shock. "What can't be done? At Coady's anything can be done!" The blonde smiled before Shea whispered that she wanted a new job. "What?" She said completely exhausted, they hadn't opened the position for a reason.

"But please! I've been working in this business for years, I worked back in the Soviet Union for Mr. Kuznetsov for almost five years and eight months!" Sharon turned to Shea a bit ticked, "Really Shea? You couldn't handle her by yourself?" She began walking as Sasha opened the letter for her to see herself. "But really, I am a good sales clerk…" she turned to a collection of painted boxes that had been marked as new, the price written large in the chalk board provided.

I might as well look completely delusional, I need this job! I'm not going back to the Soviet Union.

The Russian gasped as Divina had finished a stale conversation with the woman who clearly could only complain about the poor service and use of the cold cream. "Why aren't these just marvelous boxes? And only 10 and 6?" The woman looked up, surprised another "clerk" had decided to join in.

Shea had began walking to stop her from her complete lunacy but Alaska tapped her on the shoulder and gave a look that simply read as "I'd like to see where this goes." Bitterly Shea stood back, hand under her chin.

I am not losing a bet to some blonde girl who decided to waltz in!

"What do they do?" Her hands crossing as Divina anxiously looked at Sharon who now curiously pondered if she would actually win the bet thanks to the new Russian girl who decided to be an overachiever and attempt to sell a musical cigarette box.

"Why Madam! These are the newest form of candy boxes!" She opened the lid before wincing at the sound of music, she gasped and kept her witty and bright smile intact: "Oh! Oh!" She laughed, keeping it open as she spoke with great eye contact and a firm tone much to the displeasure of the customer who only questioned what a musical candy box could even be used for.

That's a question I wish I could answer sincerely.

Sasha kept herself going, still having yet to step on her own toes, closing the box. "This little box has been a lifesaver to many, many women who may tend to overeat!" The woman glaring before the Russian cut in, innocently, "But don't we all? We sit at home: listening to a symphony, reading a good book and then without realizing—" her fingertips lifting up the lid so that the music could play, dimly changing the atmosphere. "Our hand just slips into the candy box."

The Russian hummed along to the tune, the woman more and more sold on the idea.

"We become indiscreet eating sweet after sweet though we know all too well where that may lead!" Her rhythmic flow and gentle replies following the beats of the music box. "And so madam this box was designed with the two of us mind, as the kind of reminder we need!" She winked and gave a curt nod. "When you raise the lid the music plays like a disapproving nod." She put the box close to the woman's ear and sighed "And then it sings in your ear!" the Russian gently singing put an octave below her normal range, "No more candy my dear!" sighing she turned still holding it up to her ear, all the employees staring.

"In a way it's a little like the voice of God!"

She closed the box and the woman immediately stood, taking it straight from her hands, "I'll take it!" Katya and Alaska clapped as Divina cheered, "Thank you madam!" Sasha yelled before hugging the older woman who quickly walked over to Alaska who she'd ring up. "So that is 4 and 6 for the new face cream—" the Russian chipped in, "And 10 and 6 for the box!"

Sharon simply amazed walked over, apologizing and extending her hand for the younger woman, "You're hired! Mrs?" Sasha laughed with thirty pounds dropped off her own shoulders. "Mrs. Velour! Sasha Velour."

"Mrs. Velour! Welcome to Coady's!"

She rejoiced, shaking hands with Divina who whispered what a great job she had done. Alaska kissed her hand and welcomed her to the shop and she'd have to meet the other blonde later since she was gathering the money.

Shea sat absolutely and completely speechless. Not only did she now owe her own boss money but now their dynamic was completely shifted thanks to this new foreign employee who could sell the damn garment!

"Your packages madam!" Alaska handed the bags as Katya gently held out her change, the employees including Sasha walking to the door and arranging themselves in the line, bowing.

"Thank you madam, please call again, do call again madam!"

The Russian girl's arm accidentally hitting Shea's chest with a hard thump, she apologized after the customer left though the American only bitterly walked off to Divina who went back to her station laughing at the sight of Shea's complete and honest displeasure.

"Welcome to the shop!" Katya yelled immediately running over to the blonde and hugging her, offering to take off her coat which she obliged. "Look at you! Guess I'm not the beautiful one anymore." She frowned as the other Russian laughed. The duo walked to the back room quickly finding comfort in the fact that there was more than one Russian in Budapest.

Turning to Divina she yelled, frustrated that someone had just replaced Mrs. Edwards so easily and in such an obnoxious way!

"Now are you mad because you lost the bet or because you think suddenly the shop will be tainted by her presence?"

"Both! How can one woman walk in like that, Aquaria has been waiting for how many years and Mrs. Coady decides to take this Russian exchange clerk and then she had to make me look like a fool in front of my own boss!"

Divina snickered, "She's quite nice from what I've seen so far, I don't think you should worry about that! You might hate her now but I'm sure you'll grow to find her a good help and comfort." A twinge in Shea's heart churned, she coughed and angrily tightened her ponytail.

"I will never like her, you can place all the money in the world on that."

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr uk #sasha velour #shea coulee #alaska thunderfuck #sharon needles #jinkx monsoon #katya zamolodchikova #aquaria #divina de campo #sashea #shinkx #katlaska #she loves me #she loves me au #musical theatre au #lesbian au #concrit welcome #roza

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Paper Hearts

for @livewire28

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Wanda Maximoff Warning: Avenger’s Academy, high school AU, meddling friends, secret admirer

“Someone’s got a faaaaaaaaan--” a male voice called out as Wanda opened her locker and was showered in red, pink, and white paper hearts.

Wanda promptly turned as red as the hearts. She always was a blusher. Damnit.

“What’s up with this?” Carol Danvers asked, plucking a heart from where it stuck to Wanda’s sweater and offering it to her. “It’s like, not Valentine’s day for another year, practically.”

“Oooh, someone likes the Scarlet Witch!”

“Summer romance, heating up!”

Wanda blushed and scooped the paper hearts up, wadding them up into a cheerful pink and red ball.

That was true, since it was summer, in fact. They’d be out of school for the summer, except Hydra’s invasion of the school over Spring Break, and Maphisto’s invasion over Halloween had put them behind on their schoolwork. Again.

Wanda wasn’t sure why they bothered with the pretense of vacation; the Academy being empty of students would just be painting a big target over them.

“Maybe another time travel thing,” Wanda said. There was nothing written on the heart, or any of the others as far as she could see. “Someone thinks it’s still Valentine’s day?”

“Or you have a secret admirer,” Carol said. “That’s cute.” The boys were still laughing. She glanced around to see who they were, Scott Lang, Robbie Reyes, and… Tony Stark.

“It’s not cute,” she said, crumpling up the heart and adding it to her pile. She didn’t like being laughed at. She wouldn’t put it past Tony, who was slowly dating his way through the entire student body, to send her a box of paper hearts just to be able to say he’d done it. He did something similar on his “date” with Misty Knight, which was just him buying her a pizza. He didn’t even sit with her while she ate it, just had it sent to her. “It’s ridiculous.”

She dumped the rest of the hearts in the trash and headed off to Life Lessons, her two o’clock class with Madam Hydra.

Besides, the guy she liked didn’t do cute. He was tall, dark, brooding… red and pink paper hearts weren’t his style.

And no one else was worth it.

Bucky didn’t have to ask; he’d heard all about Wanda Maximoff’s anti-heart rant by the time school was out for the day. He grabbed his guitar case out of the music room and headed over to the Quad. He was almost, not quite, but getting ready. To think. About playing at open mic night over at Club A.

But he still needed to practice.

“You look as long as a cold winter,” Sam said, as soon as Bucky walked up to his normal bench.

“Ha ha,” Bucky said. He set up, facing Elektra’s nacho stand. He hadn’t quite managed to get up to facing an audience, and Viz said he absolutely could not stand with his back to the audience at open mic. It defeated the purpose.

The nacho stand was good, though. And there was always an extra plug left open where he could set up his amp.

“Look, I’m tellin’ you, you just gotta ask her out,” Sam said.

“Ask who,” Bucky wondered, as if he didn’t know. “Sharon?”

Sam scowled at him. “Back off the blonde, Bucky, she doesn’t like you.”

“Sharon likes me just fine,” Bucky said. Or at least, Sharon liked him as much as most people, which was to say, she didn’t really know he existed. Most of the students didn’t. He was the Winter Soldier, and they all stayed away from him. Except for Crossbones, who thought they should be pals, and Steve, who was his pal.

And Sam, who was Steve’s pal.

“Sharon does not like you--”

“If you say she doesn’t like me like me, I’m going to laugh at you,” Bucky warned.

“Sharon may not like you like you,” Sam said, “but I hate you.”

“I know.” He checked his guitar’s tuning, strumming a few chords and humming under his breath. “At least you’re honest about it.”

Sam made an exasperated noise. “I don’t hate you.”

“What’d you have to go and ruin it for?” Bucky wondered. “I don’t need anyone to like me, except Steve.”

“And a certain girl who was tearing up your paper hearts this afternoon.”

“She was not tearing them u-- crap.”

“So they were your paper hearts,” Sam said.

“You already knew that,” Bucky said.

“Yeah, but it’s fun to get you to admit it,” Sam said. “Come on, ask the girl out.”

“Uh, no.”

“You tell her you like her,” Sam said, encouragingly. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“She might hear me?”

"They're the worst," Carol agreed, getting one of Tony's robots to fill up her drink. And get her some fries. Next to her, Rick Jones was eating his third pizza in as many minutes.

"So," Sam asked, "something drastic?"

"Something drastic."

"Hey," Captain Marvel said, catching Bucky after classes, "you busy Friday?"

"Shooting practice?" Bucky asked. He was one of the few guys on campus who didn't mind when a woman was better than he was. And he and Danvers were pretty close to evenly matched. "Or math homework?"

"Study group," Danvers said. "just a few of us."

"Sure."

"Great. See you Friday, Club A."

Wanda dropped onto the booth at Club A for a quick study session with Carol and Sam and… oh god. That was Bucky Barnes! She considered crawling under the table but… "you here for study group?"

"Hi there," she said brightly, already wishing she could go back in time and wear a nicer outfit. "Yeah. Are you?"

"Mmmhmmm," Bucky said. He leaned his guitar case against the seat and sat across from her. He stretched his long legs under the table and pulled out a stack of books, promptly disappearing behind them. His long hair hung in his face and his full mouth had that sexy emo pout going full strength.

"I've heard you practice," she said, not quite admitting that she'd been deliberately walking through the quad in hopes of seeing him there. "You going to open mic soon?"

"Mmmm." He was looking at her through the curtain of his hair.

Wanda was about to give up. Sam and Carol were late and Bucky obviously didn't want to talk to her. Which was sad. And if she was going to have to be sad, she wanted to do it privately.

And then Tony Stark crashed into their table. His hoverboard went flying. And Bucky's books hot the ground.

And a pink paper heart fluttered out from between the pages.

"Oops, sorry guys, just testing some new thrust capabilities… aaaaaand you don't care," Tony said. He helped himself out of the pile of books and broken table.

Wanda wasn't even sure when he walked away.

"Did you make these?"

"Uuuuuuuh? Maybe..." Bucky stammered, blushing.

"Oh." Wanda couldn't look at him, so hot were her cheeks. "I didn't think you liked cute stuff."

"I...uh… like you," he said, "and you're cute. And you like cute stuff."

"Oh," Wanda said to the table. "Oh yeah, well, I do."

"Great," Bucky said. "that's… that's great."

Outside the club, Tony grinned at Carol. "Drastic enough?"

Carol grinned and held out a fist for him to bump. "It's a good start. I'll tell you if I need to blow anything up."

"Right," Tony said. "I'm taking a half day."

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#winterwitch #avenger's academy fic #Bucky Barnes X wanda Maximoff

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