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queen-of-the-avengers · 2 months

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In The After

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: angst, being fearful of hydra, fluff at the end

Request by anon: Endgame in finding the stones while steve is in the 1970s snuck into sheild he did find a past y/n who works for peggy as her first escape from hydra he wanted to interact but he knew she dosent know him yet there . After bruce snapped including the last fight as the portal emerge with the wakanda king t'challa his sister shuri and more y/n came out of the portal and joined him in battle. Post battle sadly tony sacrificed himself and a quiet funeral post endgame both settle down as steve returned the stones . Its all peaceful ....till they got news zemo escaped and bucky had to get him for help

Summary: Steve is heartbroken after the big prize fight with Thanos on Wakanda. He didn't think he could ever get as low as he did when he lost Bucky the first time. Now he's lost his best friend and his girlfriend. Until Scott Lang comes up with a solution that might fix everything.

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Squares Filled: time travel (2021) for @avengersbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Steve’s not sure when the last time he smiled was. Almost everyone he loves is either dead or gone. Tony is missing. You and Bucky are dusted. Sam is missing. T’Challa and Wanda are dusted. Vision was murdered. Clint is missing. Scott is missing. The only people still left are Natasha, Bruce, and Thor.

Nat sees the heartbreak in his eyes whenever he thinks about you and the life you two could have had. Things were just starting to get good with you and Thanos came and ruined it all. Someone who thought he was above everyone else and thought he could wield so much power took what he wanted and left. He doesn’t know where the hell he is but they have scanners looking for him--deep space scanners.

Steve had his life practically laid out for him. He knew where he was going and where he wanted to go. He had you by his side but now you’re gone. His best friend. The love of his life. Vixen. His partner in this Cat and Mouse game you two love playing. There is a support group for people who lost their loved ones in the Snap, and he goes to it regularly thinking it will help him get over you.

It doesn’t.

If it does anything, it reminds him that you’re not by his side. He wouldn’t be here if Thanos didn’t dust you. Maybe he had control over who got dusted and who didn’t or maybe he didn’t have control but all he knows is that three of his best friends are gone and he doesn't know if they are coming back. Five years of wishing they were by his side, to wake up and see your face. Five years of pain and agony of losing hope every time he tried to gain it back.

That is until Scott Lang came back from wherever he was and provided Steve with a plan—a plan to bring everyone back. Steve thought Scott was dusted. Turns out, he was stuck in the Quantum Realm after trying to get particles for Hope’s mother. Five years is a long time to be stuck somewhere but for Scott, it was five hours.

Time works differently in the Quantum Realm, the kind of time that is gonna bring everyone back.

Tony was convinced to help once he was promised that he was going to keep what he gained in the last five years. He married Pepper and had a beautiful daughter. If bringing people back means losing what he has now, he isn’t going to help. However, he thinks he can do it while still keeping his family. Natasha, Clint, Steve, Bruce, Rocket, and Scott were all for the plan. All Steve thought about was you and the thought of bringing you back.

Thor took some convincing because he fell into a deep depression. Thanos took everything from him and caused him so much pain. He stopped taking care of himself and really embraced the darkness. Still, the thought of seeing his family again is what made him want to do this.

What’s left of the Avengers stand on the new platform that will allow them to travel back in time. Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Scott go back to the attack on New York to grab three stones, Nat and Clint go to Vormir for the soul stone, Nebula and Rhodey go to Morag to get the power stone, and Thor and Rocket go to Asgard to get the reality stone.

Steve did his part and managed to grab the mind stone after fighting his 2012!self. Bruce had to convince the Ancient One to give up the time stone, but he got it in the end. Tony and Scott had the space stone in their hands only to lose it by 2012!Hulk smashing the place up. 2012!Loki escaped but that seems like someone else’s problem.

With no space stone in hand, Steve and Tony were at a loss for words. It’s either getting the stone or going home. They can’t do both. Scott panics for the fate of his friends until Tony realizes there is another year that has the space stone and more particles to get home. Scott exercised caution but Steve and Tony travelled back to the 1970s not knowing if they were going to make it back home.

Steve is in charge of getting more particles while Tony is on Tesseract duty. The only place that would have both at the same time is the camp where Steve trained in the 40s. Steve and Tony took the elevator down to the lower levels with Steve going to one end and Tony to the other. Steve has to lure Hank Pym away from his office to steal four more particles, and he gets the hell out of there as soon as he’s done.

Down the hall are some officers who are talking to a woman Steve and Tony saw on the elevator, and Steve dips into the closest office he can find to prevent his cover from being blown. He won’t dare leave Tony behind even though it’d be very easy. Plus, he needs to give Tony some more particles so he can come home, too.

Steve waits for the officers to pass by before leaving, but he stops short when he sees a picture of him on the desk. Not just any picture, a picture of him when he was in training… before the serum. The only person who would have this is Peggy, and he spots her in the next room over talking to someone. Man, she looks different. She looks the same but the years haven’t been kind to her. He sees a ring on her finger and is content that she found someone to spend her life with.

He’s moved on from her and is about to leave when the person she’s talking to comes into view. Tears brim the surface of his eyes at the sight of you. It’s been so long since he’s seen your face. Damn, you look so much younger… more vulnerable… broken. How the hell are you here? By 1970, you were still under Hydra’s control. He thought their base of operations was in Europe. Why are you here in the States?

Peggy turns to you and says something to which you nod apprehensively. Whereas before you were confident and strong, you are timid and angry now. You’re unsure of yourself or the decisions you’re making. You look at the desk which is overflowing with papers when you become rigid. You lift your head but your eyes don’t quite make it to the window. It’s like you can sense someone is watching you.

Steve should get the hell out of here.

Peggy hands you some files off the desk and asks you to file them away. You take them with a sigh and leave the room. Okay, now Steve should get the hell out of there before he runs into you. He’s about to when he hears the door creak open.

“Who the hell are you?” Steve whips around to face you. He expected you to be pissed but you’re terrified. You’re in fear. Why? “I asked you a question.”

“Y/N…”

“How do you know who I am?”

“This is kind of hard to explain,” he chuckles nervously. “I’m not from around here.” Something snaps inside of you that causes you to lash out. You charge at Steve and send a deadly blow to his face. He falls to the ground, not expecting this punch. “Wait! Y/N!”

You take out your knife from your thigh holster and swipe at Steve. He slams onto Peggy’s desk, knocking the picture of him to the ground. He doesn’t have anything to shield himself with, and if he lands wrong, the Pym particles in his pocket will get crushed. Whenever you swipe at him, he slaps your hand away, and he kicks at your knees which causes you to crumble to the ground. Your knife goes flying out of your hands and across the room. You’re a much better fighter than this; well, the version he knows is.

“Stay the hell away from me!” you gasp. “I am not going back to them!”

“I’m not with Hydra--”

“I don’t care! I am not going back to them.”

You get up and leave the room. Steve should leave and get back to Tony but he has to make this right with you. He makes sure the Pym particles are good before chasing after you.

“Y/N!” You don’t stop trying to get away from him. “Vixen!”

That causes you to halt in your steps. A panic attack starts creeping up your throat as you turn to face him with fearful eyes.

“Where did you hear that name if you’re not from Hydra?” Steve opens his mouth but nothing comes out. “Did Bucky send you?”

“No, I’m not with Hydra.” Steve cuts himself off because he can see the damage he’s doing to you. You escaped Hydra to be free and he’s only pushing your mind back further into yourself. “I’m sorry.”

He turns and leaves you alone in the hallway. You look around to make sure no one else is coming before scurrying off. Steve meets Tony on ground level, and the two of them head back to their own time with everyone else… except Natasha. She never made it back. She gave her life for the soul stone, a much-needed sacrifice in order to obtain it.

With all the stones back in one room, Bruce took it upon himself to snap since he was the one who had the most exposure to gamma radiation. It almost took his arm off, but it seemed to work. However, that moment wasn’t meant to last forever because the unthinkable happened. Thor killed Thanos from their world, but they didn't expect Thanos from the past to make an appearance.

One of the biggest battles of their lifetime started and ended with Thanos. It was even bigger than the one in Wakanda. Thanos vs. the Avengers: Part II. Just when it was looking like the Avengers were going to lose again, Dr. Strange and every sorcerer used their magic and brought everyone back together. Sam, Peter, the Guardians, T’Challa, Wanda, Hope, every fallen soldier who lost their lives, and two of the most important people to Steve: you and Bucky.

The growing number of Avengers vs the growing number of Thanos’ army was unmatched but you gave it your all. You tapped into Vixen one last time to help aid in the fight as much as Bucky used his skills as the Winter Soldier. A battle isn’t a battle without some casualties, and this one took the biggest of all.

Natasha didn’t make it back from the first part of the mission, and Tony didn’t survive the last part.

His death brought down Thanos’ army within seconds, causing them to dust away into the sky. His death took a toll on everyone who fought alongside him, especially Pepper and Morgan. Once the dust has settled and you’re given time to fucking breathe, the first person you go running to is Steve. He catches you in his arms as you kiss him like you haven’t in a decade.

“I fucking missed you,” you whisper against his lips.

“You have no idea,” Steve smiles.

Tony was given a proper funeral a couple of weeks after the big battle once the area was cleaned. The Avengers compound might very well be destroyed without hope of rebuilding, but it doesn’t matter where you live. You’re all Avengers and will come together if and when the time is needed.

“It’s been a long five years without you,” Steve confesses.

You two are on the pier across the lake just to have a moment alone. Pepper encouraged everyone to stay and mingle but she and Morgan took time to themselves in the house where no one else was allowed.

“I wish it didn’t have to happen at all. For me, I was there one second and gone the next. When I came back, I was shocked to learn five years had passed. You must have been so lonely.”

“It was hard. I went low.”

“How did you guys manage to get us back?”

“We tracked down Thanos after it happened but he had already used the stones again to destroy them. He claims he broke them down to their atoms so that no one could ever use them again. Thor killed him which put us at a loss. We were lost for five years until Scott came back and gave us the idea to time travel.

“To put a long story short, I ended up in 1970 with Tony to grab the Tesseract. I saw you there. I swear I was going to leave but you confronted me about being with Hydra and attacked me. You were so lost, so broken. I knew by talking to you I was damaging you, so I left.”

“Yeah, that was the first time I ever escaped Hydra. I ended up in the UK where I met Peggy. She took pity on me and flew me to the States to work with her and SHIELD. It was all for nothing since Hydra found me a few months later. I was scared and confused, and I didn’t know who I was then. It makes sense I’d lash out at you. I didn’t want to go back.”

Steve reaches over and grabs your hand.

“Living those five years without you was hell, and I can’t do that again. I missed you too goddamn much.”

“I’m here now,” you smile and move closer to him. “I don’t ever plan on leaving again.”

“You know, in those five years, all I could think about was the things I never got to say to you. The things I never got to prove to you. I promised myself that if I ever got the chance, I’d ask you one important question.” Steve takes out a small box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a beautiful golden band with a diamond in the middle of it. On either side of the diamond are three smaller diamonds that make it look elegant and vintage. It reminds you of the ring your mother had. “You’re the love of my life. I don’t know where I’d be without you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you giggle without hesitation.

Steve takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto your left ring finger. It’s simple, beautiful, and has everything you need. Steve is your home away from home, and you can’t wait to finally start living your life the way you want it.

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waywardxrhea · 2 months

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No Romeo - a Marvel one shot

pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader and best friend!Natasha x fem!reader (platonic but with accidental fruity implications at the end whoops) no use of y/n

(disclaimer: at one point in this story it is mentioned that perhaps Reader reminds Steve of Peggy. this can be interpreted as looks, intelligence, empowerment, among many other things that you may attribute to yourself. know that i do not intend this to be used to restrict the audience of readers, but for the plot of this little story it has to be there! take it as you will!)

word count: 1.9k

"get up let's go, let's get off the floor. put on a dress and walk out the door. leave him behind, I know that you're better off..." - no romeo by dylan

when your date with Steve doesn't go as planned, Natasha is there to pick up the slack.

content: 18+ minors DNI! smut (mutual stripping, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex with mentions of birth control, no orgasm), angst, language (fucking used once), hurt comfort, drinking.

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You had been dating Captain Steve Rogers for a few months now and things had been going super well. You went on dates every week when the two of you weren’t busy on missions for SHIELD, he had met your best friend from outside of work, and he treated you like a lady. He was so unlike anyone else you had ever dated, and not just because he was a super soldier. He was what they called a good old fashioned lover boy who opened doors, pulled out chairs, brought you bouquets of your favorite flowers, the works, for every date you had been on.

Your first date all that time ago was set up by one of your colleagues and work best friends Natasha Romanoff who thought both you and Steve needed to get out into the dating world and had the idea that the two of you would make a great pair. You knew she had been trying to get him to go for other girls like the pretty blonde from accounting or the spunky chick from analytics, and you heard the rumors of how great they were but he still didn’t go for them. So needless to say, you were surprised when Nat told you he nearly immediately said yes when she offered you up as a potential date. Not that you were complaining or anything.

So that led you to tonight on your usual dinner date with Steve. After dinner was finished, Steve took you back to his apartment where the plan was to start watching the Star Wars movies to get some things on his checklist in his little notebook done, but things didn’t exactly go to plan. Honestly they never did once you and Steve got behind closed doors because the second the door shut behind you, his strong body pinned you to it as your lips crashed onto one another’s.

Steve’s hands wandered down to your hips and he began gently massaging them as one of your own locked in his hair and the other ran feather-light over his abs. “You look so beautiful tonight,” he whispered as he turned his attention to your neck, starting with gentle kisses before starting to leave small love bites on your delicate skin.

“Oh this old thing?” you asked with a breathy laugh, referencing your low cut white blouse and flowing red skirt you had gotten at your favorite boutique years ago.

“It’s been driving me crazy all night,” he told you as he moved his assault to your collar bones as he effortlessly lifted you into his arms.

A smirk slipped onto your lips as you said in your most seductive voice, “Well if it’s making you so crazy why don’t you take it off of me… Captain?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice, agent,” he replied with a chuckle.

So as the two of you made your way to his bedroom one article of clothing came off at a time, first your blouse followed by his shirt. As he gently sat you on the edge of the bed, his hands worked quickly to get your bra off and he spent a few torturous minutes messing with your sensitive breasts, leaving yet more love bites and teasing your nipples which left you with a pool of wet heat in between your thighs. Steve slipped your panties off before you spread your legs wider for him, working on getting his pants off over the tent that had formed within them. You ended up getting both his underwear and pants off in one go and he chuckled as he told you between kisses, “Now I think you’re a bit overdressed, sweetheart.”

“Oh am I now?” you asked with a light laugh before you let your skirt fall to the ground. “Better?” you asked as you kicked the garment to the pile of clothes that now littered the floor.

“Much,” he replied as he guided you to lay on the bed. He hovered over you and kissed your lips passionately a few more times before asking like he always did, “You take your pill this morning?”

“Of course,” you replied. You nipped his earlobe before teasing, “I know you like the feel without a condom…”

“God, because you’re just so perfect,” he groaned as his hips bucked up, his swollen tip teasing your entrance already. “You’re so wet…you ready for me?” he asked as he reached down between the two of you to run himself through your soaked and sensitive folds.

“Always ready for you, Captain,” you told him with a wink. The calling of his rank was enough to spur him to thrust in without much of a warning, pushing in quickly at first before he slowed down, pushing his thick length into you impossibly deep, something you never got used to no matter how many times you had slept with him. “Oh god, Steve!” you whimpered as your nails dug into the strong muscles lining his back.

“You feel so good,” he grunted as he bottomed out, giving you a few moments to adjust to his size.

“You just know how to treat me right,” you replied before he began moving his hips, dragging his hot length in and out of you at the delicious speed that had you moaning loudly within moments. You were sure you’d be getting another noise complaint from the little old lady next door.

After a few minutes of that position, Steve shifted and hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, which in turn made you nearly scream as you called out his name, your nails once again digging into his back as the pleasure became nearly unbearable. You could feel yourself starting to gently squeeze Steve’s cock, causing him to throw his face into the crook of your neck as his breathing the thrusts became erratic. He let out a low moan before whispering something that made your blood run cold. “Peggy, God that feels so good…”

“I- Steve, Steve stop,” you stuttered out upon hearing what he whispered, your orgasm retreating deep into your body as all pleasure seemed to run away with it. “P-please get off,” you told him as you began shifting out of the now awkward position he had you in.

“Everything okay?” he asked dumbly, his eyebrows furrowing as he pulled out of you gently.

You tried to hide the building emotion in your voice as you told him, “You answer that next time you’re fucking someone and they call out someone else’s name.”

“I- I didn’t realize,” Steve said quietly as he closed his eyes and sighed. You quickly began gathering your clothes off the floor and throwing them on as he called out your name, saying, “Oh come on, it was a mistake I didn’t mean it! Come back please! I’ll make it up to you!”

“No,” you told him, pulling away from his grasp before heading to the bedroom door to grab your blouse. You kept your back turned to him as you pulled it on and said, “You’re still in love with her, I get it. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough…” Before he could respond you closed the door behind you and grabbed your purse, making a quick exit as the tears began running down your face.

You grabbed a cab back to your apartment, earning sympathetic glances from the cabbie the whole ride there. When you arrived and paid him, he told you gently, “I hope your night gets better.”

“Oh, t-thanks,” you mumbled, returning to your purse for a few more bills to tip the kind man with. “Have a good night.”

When you got up to your apartment was when your anxiety at the whole situation got the better of you and you began to spiral. Everything touching you felt like too much, so you quickly got changed in your bedroom, ridding yourself of the sticky feeling underwear and the outfit that you now realized looked just like one you saw on Peggy in a picture Steve had in his apartment. “Stupid…” you whispered to yourself, your voice breaking as you glared at your now former favorite ensemble.

Changing into your softest pjs you tried to calm yourself down and stop your mind from racing, sitting down on the cool hardwood floor wrapped in your favorite blanket. You closed your eyes for a few minutes, trying to not let your mind wander away from your immediate surroundings. As the feel of the cool wood brought you back down to reality, you got lost in your own little world of what you could hear, feel, and smell in your apartment. The distant sounds of the city were more soothing than ever, but all of that was interrupted by the sudden turning of the doorknob to your apartment.

Your eyes snapped open and you instinctively reached for the hidden gun under your coffee table only to see Natasha standing in your doorframe. “Oh, Nat, hey,” you said quietly, your hand retreating from the firearm. “I thought I locked the door, sorry.”

“Spare key remember?” Nat asked as she held the key in question up. She smirked slightly before saying, “Not that I need it or anything.”

“Right,” you told her with a forced laugh.

Nat closed the door behind her and studied you for a few moments before asking quietly, “What happened with Romeo?”

“He’s no Romeo…” you whispered, tears making their appearance once more in response to the question. When Nat didn’t say anything in response for a few moments, you continued, telling her, “Things were going great at first. Dinner went well, we headed back to his place, started having sex, but then…then he called out Peggy’s name… I just… I had to get outta there…”

“Oh, radnaya…” Nat whispered as she sat down on the couch nearby and leaned you back into her lap, massaging your shoulders. “I’m sorry that happened…” she mumbled, something like guilt laced in her words.

“Is…is that the only reason he wanted me? Because I reminded him of her? Of what he actually wants?” you asked, the venom in your voice earlier replaced by an overwhelming sadness. You lowered your head as your arms tightened around your legs, adding quietly, “I thought for once someone wanted me for me…”

“Get up,” Nat said suddenly, a sureness in her tone as she untangled her legs from you and stood up.

“What?” you asked, looking up at her with your eyebrows furrowed.

“Get up, let’s go, let’s get off the floor. Put on a dress and walk out the door. Leave him behind I know that you’re better off,” she told you as she held her hand out for you to grab.

“But Nat-“ you tried, not in the mood to go out again.

“No buts. You’re going to put on that little black number, I’m gonna help you cover those hickeys, and you’re going to go clubbing with me and Maria.” She smirked as she added, “That’s an order.”

“Yes ma’am,” you told her, a quiet and genuine laugh finally slipping past your lips as you took her hand and got up off the floor.

When you met up with Maria, the night felt renewed and you found yourself letting go of your anger and sadness as you got lost in more than a couple frozen margaritas. The three of you danced together into the late hours of the night, making sure to fend off incoming men with playful kisses to each others’ shoulders and cheeks. The three of you giggled every time it happened and by the time the night was over you had found yourself the happiest you had been in a long time, knowing that no matter what happened at least you had these two by your side.

a/n: honestly it was kinda hard for my Steve Rogers loving ass to write this, but when the urge to write a one shot based off of one of my favorite songs at the moment hit, i had to scratch the itch lol

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #pwp #angst #natasha romanoff #best friend natasha

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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could you do a marvel cast (or the avengers, if you want) x reader where she comes out to them as asexual? thank you! <3

Weird Places

Pairing: Avengers (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker) x reader

Warning: Peter gets a boner, Talk of weird places people have sex (water, Ferris wheel, park), an allusion to toys and ropes, Romeo and Juliet

A/N; I'm sorry if this isn't my best work. I don't identify as asexual so I don't know if this is written well for those who identify as such. Once again my apologies if i offend anyone.

Fridays are Movie Nights at the Avenger Tower, and you being the newest avenger also meant you got to pick the Movie, and you chose to watch your comfort movie Romeo and Juliet the 1996 version. You thought it was a good pick with the diverse age group you had tonight. The commentary that Steve, Sam, and Bucky provided throughout the movie.

Everything was going great, and then it came to the 1,000-time goodnight scene when you looked to the right of you and saw Peter squirming uncomfortably with a pillow on his lap. And you weren't the only person to notice this. “Dude you have a boner from this?” sam said to the boy. Peter’s Cheek instantly went red, redder than before. “No,” he said as he continued to shift in the sit. You decided to help everyone at that moment, so you reached for the remote and paused it. “I'm hungry so quick snack break,” you announced as you went to the Kitchen to get some refills on popcorn. You couldn't help but notice the young boy got up and walked quickly to the restroom, his hands right in front of his area.

“That was the most vanilla shift ever, how does he get turned on by that?” Sam said as he went into the fridge and got himself, Steve and Bucky another beer. “Come on, it's okay. He's young and just got with MJ. He is turned on by anything right now.” Natasha said and she refiled her water. “Now if they were having sex in the water, I would get that.” Bucky said as he opened his beer with his metal hand, “I've done that before in the 40’s, and woo, that is something.” he spoke as he took a swing of his beverage.

“Sex in water is nothing, Peggy and I once did it in the middle of our run. She was wearing these nice leggings and I couldn't resist.” Steve spoke to the Five of you. Sam let out a quick laugh, “That doesn't compare to a night where my date and I were stuck in a Ferris Wheel cart and did it in there. That was risky, but so goddam GOOD,” he replied.

The boys and you looked at Natasha, but she just shrugged her shoulders. “Public sex isn't my thing. Besides, you can have more fun in the room. More stuff to play with.” she said with a wink. “What about you Y/n? What is the sexiest place you have done it?” Steve said as he looked at you.

“Well, you have to be interested in sex to want to have sex.” you quipped back. The boys and Natasha looked at you with confused faces. “What do you mean not interested?” Bucky asked with a look on his face. “I'm asexual,” you spoke and you put fresh popcorn into your mouth.

“Oh, you get romantic feelings but not sexual feelings,” Natasha spoke. “Bingo,” you replied with a wink. “So you never looked at someone and thought ‘I want to bang that person’?” Sam questioned. You laughed as you shook your head, “never did. I thought people were cute and I want to be in a relationship with them. Just not have sex.” you said. “That's cool. Want to go finish the movie?” Steve asked the group. You all grabbed your dishes and made your back to the viewing room where Peter was back on the couch.

“You all good son?” Steve said as everyone laughed along. “Aw come on guys, Parker here is just missing his girl,” you said as you jokingly pinched his cheeks. Peter pushed your hands away from his face. “Shut up Y/n, can we please just finish the movie?” he said with an annoyed look on his face. You turned the movie back, happy to be able to come out of your shell a little more today.

#avengers x reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #peter parker x reader

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rogers-the-musical · 8 months

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I’ll never understand how people can think Steve putting down the Shield and going back is slandering his character.

All he’s wanted, besides to fight, is to go home, to have Peggy, to have his date. Yeah, they’re not sweethearts yet when he leaves. But the relationship he has — my goodness, it’s so unique and special. Their bond over being “less than”. The way Steve looks up to Peggy, tries to do right by her; and the way Peggy sees Steve’s goodness and steers him in the right direction to express that is amazing.

Steve and Peggy are both incredibly good people - but for Peggy, sometimes she needs the the inspiration and hope that someone like Steve gives her, as someone who’s seen so much bitterness in the world. And Steve, who is so good through and through, doesn’t always know where to put is good heart-how to express that with his actions, what the right thing to do would be.

Steve fought the biggest battle he could. He helped people. He suffered. And one thing the snap did teach him, was that both he and Natasha needed to “get a life.” Not because Avenging is bad, but because it’s a job. As Tony would say, it’s not the end goal.

There will always be another fight. Steve knows that. I know that. We all know that. But Steve recognizes that sometimes self-care, and retirement, are okay. He was depressed. He was weary. He was oh, so tired. He’d just fought the battle of a lifetime - perhaps the biggest battle in the world - and he left the world in good hands, with people he knew would take care of it. As for Bucky, I think we get enough characterization to understand that he is on his own path. We know they talked beforehand, and we know Steve wouldn’t have left someone who desperately still needed or wanted him. They would always be best friends. But for the growth of them both, it was time to part.

The rest of this mess really depends on what theory you take. For me, I’m more inclined to go with the same-timeline theory, because it makes more sense, and I like the idea of him being Peggy’s husband the whole time. But then, there are so many questions to bring up - according to the writers, there’s a lot of unknowns about the stones. If none are removed from their timeline, how can Steve create a branch reality? Maybe he tries to change things, helps Peggy with SHIELD - because why wouldn’t he? What if the outcome we get is as good as it is, as @melliabee said once, because of Steve’s involvement? What if it would have been worse?

Or what if time is just far too dangerous to mess with that explicitly? We don’t know what happens when you try to change something without taking out the time stones. Does it just backfire, in some loop where that’s always what happened? Or what if the “once scenario” in which they win against Thanos all depends on staying in that timeline? What if a single change - such as thawing his other self out- assuming he even knows where he is - makes it so that he’s no longer in the future in said branch timeline, and Thanos wins? What if everyone dies?

The writers said that their thoughts are that since there are two Steve’s - one in the ice and one not - he knows that everything will be okay, because he knows where frozen Steve is going and what’s going to happen.

And I think Steve would have recognized the dangerous of trying to change anything massive, and took that as a sign to rest.

And finally, for Peggy-for dear Peggy, who spends years grieving him and even longer moving on - can still love him while living her life. She can still miss him and change, but I don’t think either of them changed in any ways at their cores. They are still enough of the same people, that it would make sense to see a Steve come back ten years later to the best and most influential person of his life, and for things to still work out. And Peggy - having moved on, having started a whole life without him - could see the chance she has been given, understand she is getting a choice she might not have gotten, and decide that yes, she still loves him; and yes, she still wants him, so why not continue her work and allow him to continue to inspire her, perhaps in more ways than just his memory did?

I don’t understand the issue here. People saying Steve took away Peggy’s life are in the same way saying that he shouldn’t go back and try to rescue Bucky (which, in another branch, assuming it was safe to do so, he would have); because Bucky faces a lot of growth in the future. Why take that away from him, just as he would be taking Peggy’s growth away from her?

At the end of the day, Peggy moves on. But still, she loves him. Getting him back doesn’t take away that pain or growth, just gives her another chance at this choice in life-the choice to receive him back; the choice to get to know him, as the person she has become and as the person he has become, while still understand they’re the same at their cores; it’s the choice both she and Steve have always so desperately wanted.

So, then, I don’t think we can really complain too much.

Is it a good ending? Yes. A slandering one? Not so much. Every soldier has to return home sometime, and at the end of the day that is what Steve is - not even just a soldier, but just a good man moving on with his life.

#Avengers Endgame #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #Steggy #sorry for the length I just got off on it lol

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It's your birthday month, yay!! Can I ask for stevetony + mutual pining and accidental love confession? <3

Of course you can!!! Ta-da!!

“Look,” Tony says irritably, and Steve stops in his tracks before he turns the corner. He doesn’t know why Tony is so irritable this morning, but he doesn’t like it when Tony sounds like that. It means that he’s upset about something, and he should never be upset. He should only ever be happy.

Steve could make him happy.

“Look,” Tony says again, “all I’m saying is that I think you should stop setting Steve up.”

Steve is suddenly glad he’s still hiding behind the wall. It means that Tony can’t spot him and know that Steve knows he’s talking about him. Which would be a bad thing. Because then Tony would feel awkward. And then he would hide in his workshop. And Steve won’t be able to see him again for another week at the earliest. And that’s a bad thing, because he needs his daily fix of Tony, he really does.

“Oh, I should, should I?” Natasha asks. Steve winces. She sounds amused, which means she knows something that Tony doesn’t—probably that Steve is hiding behind the wall and eavesdropping on their conversation. “And why should I do that?”

Tony splutters. Clearly he had thought that Natasha would just take his word for it, that she wouldn’t push back on this, which Steve could have told him was never going to work. Natasha didn’t do anything unless there was a good reason for it. Still, it’s nice that—

“He’s not happy.”

What?

“What?” Natasha asks.

“He’s not—come on, Nat, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. You? One of the super sneaky spy twins? He never comes home smiling from those dates. He never sets up a second one. He doesn’t even bring any of them home for the night. He’s not happy, so don’t you think you should stop setting him up?”

All of which is true. Steve does hate going on all those dates, and he does wish that Natasha would stop setting him up. For all her talent at reading people, she must be bad at reading him because she keeps setting him up with people that are the exact opposite of what he wants. And sure, what he wants is Tony, but even if Tony hadn’t been in the picture, she would still be landing nowhere near his type. The closest she’s gotten is Sharon, and that had been a quick no after realizing she’s Peggy niece. There’s been more than a couple dates over the last six months that he’s wound up leaving halfway through or calling Tony for backup, and he’s often wished that she would just admit defeat. He just hadn’t realized that Tony had realized that.

The realization sends a small thrill shooting through him. Tony noticed he wasn’t happy. No one else noticed—not even the person who’s doing all this supposedly in the name of making him happy—but Tony did.

Maybe there’s hope for them, after all.

There have been instances—moments, really—ever since Steve’s return to New York where he’s thought that maybe Tony has the same interest in him that he has in Tony. Soft smiles when Steve stops by the workshop with lunch, Steve’s drawings proudly displayed by the bots’ charging stations, late night snacks when neither of them can sleep. And just last week, when Tony was leaning across him to try to steal some of Steve’s popcorn during movie night, there’d been a brief second when Steve though he was going to kiss him, but then Tony had overbalanced and toppled into a sleeping Bruce instead, and then they’d been too busy with a startled Hulk on their hands to think about whatever had just happened.

“Tony,” Natasha says gently. “Don’t you think if Steve was unhappy, he’d tell me about it? This is Steve, we’re talking about. He literally told a Fox News reporter to fuck off on live television. He doesn’t keep quiet about anything he doesn’t like. I’m not forcing him to go on these dates.”

No, Steve concedes, she doesn’t, but back when he was still living in DC, he used to tell her why he didn’t want to go out with someone, and she kept coming up with more people. Eventually, he realized she was doing it because she cares about him and she’s worried that he’s lonely, and he’d sighed and given in. But that doesn’t mean that he’s happy about it.

“What’s this really about?” Natasha continues. “You seem more upset than you’d usually be, and I notice you’re not saying anything about the dates I’ve been setting up for Thor.”

“Because Thor actually likes those. He calls it Midgardian Culture 101, which I think is his way of fucking with us.” Tony lets out a bitter chuckle. “Can’t get a trick past you, huh. When’d you figure it out?”

What? What did she figure out? Steve feels like he’s missing something, something big.

“Not long after we got back. Pepper warned me you’d hide out in your workshop. We’d probably never see you, she said. But there you were, joining us for dinners and brunches and movie nights. It wasn’t hard to figure out there had to be a reason.”

Tony huffs. “And here I thought I was being so good about it, keeping it quiet.”

“If it helps, I don’t think anyone else has figured it out. I’m just trained to look for that.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t help at all, but thanks for trying.” He huffs again, and Steve can just picture him running his hands through his fluffy hair. Steve could do that for him. Steve wants to do that for him, wants to spend hours with Tony’s head in his lap, just carding his fingers through his silky hair over and over and over again. He bet Tony would like that.

“Yeah, I’m in love with him,” Tony says eventually, and Steve freezes. Tony. In love. With someone who isn’t—hang on. They had been talking about Steve originally, and now they were talking about Tony being in love with someone, and if those topics are interrelated, then—

“Steve’s great, Nat, you know? He’s—he’s kind, and he’s a little shit, and yeah, I’d like him to get arrested a little less, but he wouldn’t be Steve if he wasn’t out there joining every protest he runs across. He brings me food and makes sure I sleep, and he’s gorgeous, Nat. Those All-American good looks? I—can you blame me for falling in love with him?”

“Tony—”

“I love you too.”

It takes Steve a second to realize those blurted-out words came from him. It apparently takes Tony and Natasha a second too because the silence seems to stretch on forever before Tony carefully asks, “Steve?”

Well, looks like the gig is up. He comes out from behind the corner, smiling sheepishly. Natasha is looking between the two of them with a delighted look on her face. Tony, on the other hand, looks like a mix of ecstatic and terrified, which mostly just makes him look constipated. They’re standing on opposite sides of the room, and the distance has never before felt like such an impassible gulf. Steve wants to take him in his arms, kiss him senseless, carry him out of the tower and all the way to the closest restaurant where he can prove to him just how perfectly they fit together.

“I think my job here is done,” Natasha declares and strolls away, ignoring Tony’s shouted, “But you didn’t do anything!”

They both stare after her for a minute and then Tony shakes himself and says, “I have no idea how she snuck under the radar at SI for so long. She’s completely useless.” He glances back at Steve, something shy and soft in his eyes. “Did you mean it?”

“Did you?” Steve counters, suddenly nervous.

“Yes,” Tony says immediately before chuckling nervously. “Wow, that sounded really eager if you didn’t actually mean it, and—”

Steve crosses the room in two short strides and kisses him quiet, lingering for several weightless minutes. When he finally pulls away, Tony is staring up at him with dark eyes and parted lips. Steve wants to kiss him again, but he wants to get these words out more.

“I meant it,” he says. A slow smile spreads across Tony’s face.

“Well, then,” Tony says, grinning too hard to kiss him again but managing it anyway. “What do you say about dinner tonight, big guy?”

“I think dinner sounds just about perfect.”

#alle writes #alle answers #stevetony

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no-gorms · 1 year

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Post EG AU-Steve and Bruce having a commiserate off, where at first Steve was trying to boost up Bruce, who just wants to wallow on his tropical island for a bit thanks, and Steve ends up being like, fuck it! and joins in

And while they off just voicing their frustrations it almost becomes a light hearted contest (like oohhh you worry you’ll outlive your friends? I’m probably going to outlive the end of the world, etc). And when they get to their live life Bruce is all, the first woman I fell in love with was the daughter of the man obsessed with locking me up and my most recent romance ended all weird and idk what’s happening now. And Steve’s like well, I made the love of my life/soulmate hate my guts thru my own choices and now barely talks to me unless it’s 100% necessary and I gotta live with that soooo

And Bruce is like, wait what? Peggy hated…? And Steve’s like, not Peggy. And changes the subject. And eventually Bruce relays this fact to Nat (as we’ve learned on She Hulk Bruce is a terrible gossip) because he’s so confused and then more Avengers get involved and they are trying to suss out who Steve is talking about until the shoe drops and they realize that it’s Tony

(Bonus for Tony being part of the huddle after a bit and does NOT catch on that it’s about him thanks to his Steve related emotional blinders and is like, why did everyone stop talking? What did we figure out???)

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Hohohoh, wouldn't be the first time that friendly banter got out of hand!

In the Avengers huddle when the penny drops, everyone falls into awkward silence and look at each other instead of Tony who gets increasingly annoyed that he missed the memo that APPARENTLY everyone got immediately, because it figures that all the OTHER Avengers know Steve better than Tony ever did or does, but what else is new?

Tony seethes to himself. He's a genius, he can figure this out, even if he doesn't really know who Steve's friends are outside of this superhero circle, let alone who Steve might've shown interest in romantically (more evidence that he and Steve weren't proper friends, ugh) and then oh, he remembers that one SHIELD agent, what was her name? Steve lost contact with her after she helped him with the Accords thing, right? Ha, no wonder she's pissed at him.

Feeling very pleased with himself for figuring it out, Tony says, "Well, if Steve wants to feel sorry for himself instead putting on his big boy pants and making things right, then that's his loss. Did he even try?"

"Uh," Bruce says. "I don't know?"

"Pathetic," Tony says. "Steve, backing down from a challenge? That's sad on multiple fronts, and he should be ashamed of himself."

"Tony, you're brilliant," Natasha says. "See, if any of us gave him a pep talk? Steve will just brush it off. A pep talk from you, though, that'd help."

"The hell would I do that?"

"He listens to you now," Clint says. "You have noticed."

"Yeah, I guess," says Tony, who kinda did but hasn't wanted to think about that too closely.

"You should tell him exactly that," Natasha says.

"What, that he's pathetic?" Tony asks.

"Yes!"

"Actually, that might not--" Bruce starts to say, but he's immediately shushed.

(follow up)

#scaramouche answers asks #anonymous #superhusbands for ts #long post

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captainjimothycarter · 7 months

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I have a modern Peggy/Cap Steve AU with this deleted scene from the Avengers where Steve gets his shield back from the kiddo.

The gentleman in the car is her husband, at the time and while saving them from the invasions, falling debris, the husband dies to protect the boys.

Peggy ends up severly hurt, as does Steve and when all is said and over, he drags himself bleeding and a possible punctured lung, to the hospital.

He denies care for himself, asks to see that family. Only thing he can remember is the horrified look of her as she watched her husband die, the boys, he's unsure if its blissful or not that they were unconscious when their father died to protect them.

It's war, it's an ugly war that he woke up from, just to be involved in one again. War brings causalities and destruction in it's wake and the innocent are the victims.

He's so tired, so fucking tired.

He shouldn't even be allowed back here, but the staff does anyway. Maybe because Steve looks a sight, covered in blood, alien guts, and debris. Or maybe it's Tony or Pepper's doing, he's unsure, he doesn't care.

He stays with them, stays in the room with the boys and their mother. She had to have emergency surgery, the details are lost on him. The boys are fine, kept for observation for an overnight stay.

He knows how terrifying hospitals can be, he's glad that someone worked their magic to get the mother and boys together.

Natasha comes, she gets Steve to shower while they're all sleeping, a normal set of clothes to change into, but leave the shield. It's a comfort object.

He entertains the boys, avoiding the question of their father, because he's not sure if he can be the one to tell them. He learns that this little family is all they had of each other, both sets of grandparents gone, no siblings.

It breaks Steve's heart.

When she awakes, Steve learns her name is Peggy. He talks to her, apologizes over and over, for her husband's death, felt like he could only do so much.

She blames him, because of course she does, she needs to direct her guilt, her anger at someone and he's the only one. He accepts it, lets it pile on the hot, bubbling guilt.

she yells at him until she's sobbing. He touches her hand and she sobs into his shoulder as he holds her unsure of what else to do.

The boys are luckily being entertained by Natasha down in the garden.

As she yells, Steve accepts it quietly. He was protecting her, she was going to be killed. He was too far away, he didn't fully see the destruction until it was too late. He blames himself.

She goes from sobbing to yelling, the boys hear as they return and the oldest of them tells her to stop, that Captain America didn't kill their daddy, the bad aliens did. Captain America saved her, saved them.

It's an ugly process, watching them all grieve over a lost father, a husband, a friend. Steve can relate, having to watch his mother die but she lost her life to an ugly disease in the hospital. It wasn't the same as this husband dying by the hands of aliens, of an invasion, a war.

He's there as they discharge, Peggy needing extra help and everyone told to take it easy. She hates him, understandably. She doesn't want him there but she accepts the help.

As he goes to leave, later that night, boys tucked in, place cleaned up, she asks him to stay and while she hates him, blames him for the death of her husband, she can't be alone. The silence of the house is too much.

Steve agrees and sits on the couch, polite and tucked into himself, so he wouldn't take up much room. He'd do anything to help this family, to help their grief, their pain.

The next morning, Steve woke up to the youngest boy crawling into his lap as he slept on the couch, cuddling up to his chest and nodding back off. He smiled at the warmth, the sight.

Peggy is in the doorway to the kitchen, a hand over her mouth as tears glisten in her eyes. "He used to sleep like that with his father... Only way we could get him to sleep as a baby."

"I'm not trying to replace him," Steve says at once, still cradling the boy's head. "I just...don't want you to be alone, if you don't want to be."

"No, you're not," Peggy agrees, still watching her youngest son suckling on his thumb. "But you're an unfortunate comforting presence."

#steggy #StevePeggy #Steve x Peggy #Avengers #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #Steggy Prompt #I could go on and on

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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little situation | part 7.

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

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

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

Word Count: 3.3k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

It was late when you and Steve got home from seeing Peggy. You saw your neighbor with a load of laundry as she just got off the phone.

“You know you’re welcome to use our machine. Least we could do for all your help.”

“Oh, no problem. But I’ve already got a load in downstairs plus these scrubs have been to the infectious disease ward,” she laughed as Steve held up his hands. “Oh, I think you guys left your speaker on.”

“Oh, right. Thank you.”

Steve waited till she walked away, telling you to stay outside. You could both hear the jazz music coming from inside the house. Steve went back downstairs and snuck in through his window. He sighed when he saw it was Nick and stomped over to the door to open it for you.

“I don’t remember giving you a key.”

“You’d really think I’d need one? My wife kicked me out.”

“Didn’t know you were married.”

“A lot of things you don’t know about me.”

“Yeah, Nick. That’s kind of the problem.”

Steve went to turn on the lights and when he did you both almost gasped at the sight of Nick. He held up a finger telling you both to be quiet before clicking off the lamp closest to him. Nick typed up something on his phone for Steve to read: Ears Everywhere.

You screamed as the first few bullets stormed through your house and hit Nick. Steve threw you the shield while he dragged Nick to a safer spot towards the back of the apartment. Nick slipped something in Steve’s hand.

“Don’t trust anyone.”

Steve looked over as the door clicked open.

“Captain Rogers.”

You and Steve looked in confusion as your neighbor came in with a handgun.

“Captain, Sarah. I’m Agent 13 of S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Service.”

“Kate?”

“I’m assigned to protect you.”

“On whose order?”

“His,” Agent 13 said as she knelt over Nick’s body.

She pulled out a walkie talkie. “Foxtrot is down. He’s unresponsive. I need EMTs.”

“Do we have the shooter in custody?” the dispatcher asked.

Steve took the shield from you. “Tell him I’m in pursuit.”

You watched your dad jump from your apartment building to the one across the street while you stayed with Agent 13 until they whisked Fury away to a hospital. Nat came bursting into the waiting room where you and Steve were, watching them operate on Nick.

“Is he going to make it?”

“We don’t know,” Steve said.

“The shooter.”

“He’s fast. Strong. Had a metal arm.”

You tensed up. It didn’t go unnoticed by Steve and Nat. Steve pulled you in, cradling your head to keep your vision away from the window.

“You shouldn’t be watching this.”

He tried to shield you even more as they tried to revive Nick, failing in the end. Steve told you to wait in the hall while he and Nat mourned. Maybe it was pointless but he didn’t think you needed to add Nick to the alarmingly long list of people you’ve seen die in front of you. You looked up when Nat stormed into the hall with Steve hot on her trail.

“Natasha.”

“Why was Fury in your apartment?”

“I don’t know.”

“Cap, they want you back at S.H.I.E.L.D.” Rumlow interrupted.

“Sarah…”

“They want you now.”

“Okay.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Nat said before walking off.

Steve looked around for a moment, his eyes landing on the vending machine, before turning back to you.

“Sarah, let’s go.” His hand was on your shoulder, guiding you out as you followed Rumlow and the STRIKE team back to headquarters.

You and Steve were walking to the elevators when you saw Agent 13 in an office suit. Steve was about to leave on a mission and wasn’t sure what to do after talking with Nick, he didn’t feel comfortable leaving you with anyone he wasn’t sure of at the moment. Agent 13 spotted you guys since she was headed in the opposite direction.

“Captain Rogers.”

“Neighbor,” Steve said before his mouth hardlined.

You offer Agent 13 a small smile because Steve was more stubborn than you. But you kept walking with him because a part of you felt betrayed as well— you thought people were done lying and tricking you. A man stopped you two.

“Captain. I’m Alexander Pierce.”

“Sir, it’s an honor.”

“The honor’s mine. My father served in the 101st. Come on in, it’s nice to meet you Sarah. Will you wait outside while your father and I talk?”

You didn’t want to leave. Especially after last night, you were already struggling to let Steve go on his latest mission. Steve seemed to sense it because he grabbed your shoulder. You took out your hearing aids and handed them to Steve. Pierce swallowed but seemed to accept the compromise and you followed him into the office.

You looked out the window as they spoke, knowing you’d be able to read Pierce’s lips. When Steve stood up so did you and you followed him back out, almost knocking into him when he stopped suddenly after Pierce called his name.

One of the things you liked about S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was that the elevators at the very end of the halls were glass and let you see the outside world. You and Steve looked out the glass as he commanded the elevator to take him somewhere. He turned around and so did you, now seeing that the elevator hadn’t started to go down because Rumlow and the STRIKE team was entering. Steve greeted them and you went back to looking at the window.

The elevator stopped not on your floor and more men piled in. Steve grabbed you and shifted you in front of him and closer to the doors as the elevator began to get packed. He looked over at the man next to him and watched a bead of sweat roll down his face. The elevator stopped once again and three more large men were standing there waiting to get on. Steve put your hearing aids back in.

“Sarah, take the next elevator.” He started to push you out of the elevator, not really able to follow with all the bodies.

“Come on, Cap. No one would ever think about it,” one of the men said.

“Can never be too careful, nothing personal guys. Four floors down, Babydoll.”

Steve signed as he spoke. But the words didn’t match. No one else would know but you were confused.

“Four floors down, Babydoll. Operations Room, got it?” Steve repeated with the same wrong signs: Don’t go home. Understood? Home. Don’t.

“Okay, Dad. Operations Room,” you said as Rumlow pushed the button for the elevator doors to start to close.

Steve carefully signed very close to his body so that no one else would see it.

Run.

You heard the crack of a taser wand the minute you sprinted. You looked behind you with wide eyes as you saw the men turn on Steve but you didn’t stop running because he told you to go. There was another STRIKE team about two floors down that were standing in front of you. You threw all your weight into the emergency exit stairs and ran before they could do anything. Less of the STRIKE team was following you, Steve being number one target. The plan was to use you as leverage because everyone knew Steve wasn’t going to leave his kid. One man got close until you turned and grabbed him, slamming him into the railing and then throwing him into the next closest agent.

Your lungs burned because even as half super-soldier, you chose not to stop until you were in a location where you felt you could hide in the crowd which pushed you past your limits. Steve said not to go home. Because they knew where he lived but where were you supposed to go. And how were you supposed to find him? Your phone was missing. You had chucked it at the security guard’s neck, the only space not covered, and never stopped to pick it up as you left S.H.I.E.L.D.

You ripped your hearing aids off, not even wanting them on, as you tried not to hyperventilate. No one seemed to notice or care as you crouched in the grass trying to think. You stood back up, put the aids in, and looked around. You knew this location. You walked, more like ran, with deliberation to the brick building.

“Baby Rogers! Where’s running ma— Sarah, are you okay?” Sam’s joking tone turned to one of concern as he saw you enter the VA building.

“Dad. They’re trying to kill my dad, he told me… I didn’t know anyone else to trust.”

“Okay, hey Sarah, you’re good. Alright. Do you know where he is now?”

“No! My phone, I lost—”

“Sarah, sweetheart, calm down. Do you know his number?”

Steve told you not to go home but now you weren’t picking up his calls. He didn’t have time to panic, he had one place to stop before starting a manhunt for you again. Steve checked the vending machine where he hid the flash drive Nick had given him. The machine was empty but he saw the reflection of Nat in the glass as she popped a bubble out of the gum she was blowing. Steve turned around and shoved her into an empty room and up against a wall.

“Where is it?”

“Safe,” Nat said.

“Do better.”

“Where did you get it?”

“Why would I tell you?”

“Fury gave it to you. Why?”

“What’s on it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where’s Sarah?”

“Sarah’s missing?”

“Don’t bullshit me! Where’s my daughter?”

“I’m not. I only act like I know everything, Rogers. I don’t know what Fury said but I’m on your side.”

“I swe— hello?” Steve answered his phone. “Sarah?! Babydoll, are you okay? You’re not hurt are you?”

“I’m okay, Dad. I’m at—”

“No names, they could have the phone tapped. Hint, Babydoll.”

“…On your left.”

“My left… alright. I’ll find you okay. Stay on your left, three days.”

“Three days, promise?”

“Promise and I won’t call, I’ll be right there. Okay? I’m with you, Babydoll.”

“Till the end of the line?” You asked, remembering the Smithsonian visit. You felt like you needed extra reassurance and Steve seemed to say that a lot when he was Captain America in the 40s.

“Unh-unh. I’m with you past that, Sarah.”

“Three days. Love you, Dad.”

“Love you, too.”

The phone clicked off. Steve would’ve liked to hear those words under better circumstances and not said because you thought you actually might not hear or see him again. Steve turned back to Nat to press her for more information on what she did know.

The knocking on the door alerted Sam who was in the kitchen drinking orange juice after having just come from his morning run— you didn’t budge, having not heard a sound with your hearing aids on the table. He rolled up the blinds on the second glass door to see a dusty Nat and Steve.

“Hey, man.”

“I’m so sorry about this.”

“She’s in the kitchen.”

Sam moved aside for Steve to race past him and into the house. Your back was to them from where you were sitting at the table. Steve reached over you and knocked on the table. Immediately flying up from the chair, you hugged him in a death grip. After an eternity, you let go of Steve and hugged Nat before letting them both clean off in Sam’s bathroom.

“I made breakfast. If you guys eat that sort of thing,” Sam interrupted Steve and Nat’s talk.

“So the question is, who at S.H.I.E.L.D. could launch a domestic missile attack?” Nat asked.

“Pierce,” Steve answered.

“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world,” Nat retorted.

“But he’s not working alone.”

“Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star so was Jasper Sitwell.”

“So how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a S.H.I.E.L.D. officer in broad daylight?”

“The answer is, you don’t.” Sam plopped down his old file in front of them. “Consider this a resume.”

“The Khalid Khandil mission,” Nat said, looking the file over. “That was you?”

“You didn’t say he was a Pararescue. Is this Riley?” Steve asked.

Sam handed them a second part of the file. Steve opened it, looking at the pictures inside.

“I thought you were a pilot.”

“I never said pilot.”

“I can’t ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason.”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help. Last one of those is in Fort Meade. Guarded heavily.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Steve said as he dropped the file reading EXO-7 Falcon on the table.

Steve sighed. He now had to confront something he had been avoiding for months now. Steve looked at you.

“I’m taking you to your grandparents.”

“What? No!”

“We can’t risk you going to Clint’s. I found Elise’s parents, their house is on the way to Fort Meade. You’ll be safe wi—”

“No! I’m not going with them. You’re not leaving me again!”

“Sarah, it’s another mission. We’ve done this before, just once more and I’ll quit, okay?”

“No.”

“Sarah.”

“No! This isn’t another mission, it’s about S.H.I.E.L.D. I don’t want you to quit. I like my dad being Captain America but you’re not leaving me this time.”

“Stay in the car,” Steve said as they left to go get Jasper Sitwell. “Don’t even argue. The car, stay here.”

You shut your mouth and sat back in the seat. Steve cradled the back of your head for a moment before he closed the car door. You couldn’t see where Steve and Nat had gone but you could see Sam sitting on the bench in front of where the car was parked on the curb. You were uncomfortably sandwiched between Jasper and Nat as the car sped off.

“Insight’s launching in sixteen hours. We’re cutting it close,” Nat said as she leaned over.

The window was suddenly smashed and Jasper was pulled from the car. Nat pushed you down and then launched herself into the front seat, maneuvering her body to cover Steve while pushing Sam to the edge of the car as much as possible. Steve shoved the gear shift into park. The car lurched forward and a man was thrown from the car.

You were about to get up from the floor of the car when a large Jeep slammed into the back, jostling you back to the floor. Nat attempted to find the gun that had fallen by Steve’s feet. The man used his metal arm to rip the steering wheel out of the car. He jumped onto the Jeep behind you guys before Nat could properly shoot him. The car began to swerve and hit other cars. The Jeep pulled back and rammed into the car again causing it to start to flip.

“Sarah!” Steve yelled.

He couldn’t reach you as the car flipped. He, Sam, and Nat fell out on the broken passenger’s side door. The door was sliding along the freeway and while Steve couldn’t see it, he had horror written all over his face as he imagined the car flipping over multiple times. Once the sliding stopped, he quickly stood up but didn’t have time to try and reach you as the metal armed man pointed a large grenade launcher at them. Steve shoved Nat and braced himself with the shield. The impact knocked him over the overpass and into a bus.

You heard the gunshots and stayed where you were in the car— partially because you felt very banged up. You groaned in slight pain as your right hand reached around gently for the hearing aid that had fallen out, trying not to cut yourself on glass. When it got quiet on the overpass, the only noise coming from the cars, you slowly and carefully slid yourself out of the car. You could see Sam shooting at the people below. Sam was relieved as you approached.

“Where’s my dad?”

“Going after the dude with the damn metal arm.”

“Metal arm?!”

You looked over the bridge, seeing Sam had gotten all but two. Two, that wasn’t so bad. Only four or five gunshots at the most maybe. You stood back and then ran at the overpass. Sam screamed your name but you ignored him, landing on one of the overturned cars before speeding off. Sam cursed as he went back to shooting before the two men could aim at you.

The sound that rang out when the metal arm of the Winter Soldier hit Steve’s shield was damn near deafening. Steve was kicked off the car and had to quickly use the shield to block his body from the shots. The metal arm had thrown him and was starting to give him a run for his money. But also because Steve was only half-focused on the fight.

The other half of his mind was stuck on the overpass where he wasn’t sure if his daughter had survived the car flipping over or not. His wandering mind caused him to lose the shield as the Winter Soldier threw it into a van. He flipped out a knife and Steve was now holding his hands inches away from his face.

“James! Soldat. Jamie!” you yelled as you ran into the street.

Steve and the Winter Soldier turned to you, confusion in both of their eyes. Steve snapped out of it first and kicked the man to escape. You ran in between the two of them as James’ fist almost connected with Steve’s face. You hissed at the pain from when you blocked it. You knew he wouldn’t hit you. Would he do anything to get around you and get to Steve? Probably. But he would try his hardest not to hit you… even if you attacked him. So you hit him in the face and pulled the mask off his face as he staggered back.

“Bucky?” Steve gasped.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He began to stalk forward again.

“Jamie.”

He looked over at you. “It’s a mission, little doll.”

“He’s my dad, please Jamie.”

Bucky stopped. He ripped Steve’s shield out of the side of the van and shoved it back into Steve’s chest.

“Go. Before they take you back.”

“Come with us, we can help.”

You watched the recognition he had slowly get clouded again by something else.

“You said we’d escape together! Jamie…”

Sam kicked the Winter Soldier out of the way and then a grenade from Nat was thrown and after the smoke cleared, James was nowhere to be found.

“No!” You screamed as you looked around for him.

Black vans surrounded you. The four of you found yourself being forced to your knees by large men with guns. The only thing stopping your death was the news helicopter that suddenly appeared and Rumlow realizing how bad it could look. They stood you all up and you found yourself being taken to a separate van. Steve started to fight, struggling with the weird handcuffs he was placed in. You were being contained by multiple guards.

“Sarah! Sarah! Where the hell are you taking her? That’s my kid! Rumlow, that’s my fucking kid!”

“HYDRA wants their pet back.”

Sam, Steve, and Nat watched in horror as your body slowly went slack when Rumlow started speaking in Russian: Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, Freight car.

“Ready to comply?”

“Ready to comply.” You turned to follow the soldiers.

“Sarah!”

“001.”

The guard called when they all noticed you turn around at Steve’s words. Steve called your name again and the recognition reappeared until the guard said 001. Before Steve could say another word, your hearing aids were ripped out and crushed. You were pushed into a separate van.

(Part 8)...

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Cheer Up Love 5

A/N: Ya'll I just wrote the ending for this and I think your gonna be mad or happy we'll see, Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,336

Warnings: Angst, fighting, Tony being an ass, lots of gaslighting, bitchy friends, I think that is all actually

Chapter Name: Dinner

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That night Y/n greeted Peggy, Wanda, Vision, and Steve into their home. That night everyone looked nice, she noticed the flowers in Wanda's hands, and she thanked Wanda for bringing flowers, soon after Tony and Pepper showed up, Bucky pulled her in close as they greeted them. “Thank you so much for coming tonight Mr. and Mrs. Stark.”

“Well the pleasure is all ours.” Pepper smiled at Y/n.

Everyone went and talked with each other as the music played in the background, and Y/n headed to the kitchen to finish what was left of what needed to be worked on for dinner, then Tony walked in. “Need help?”

Y/n whipped around to look at him. “No, I'm fine.” She shook her head.

Tony sighed. “I’m sorry Natasha didn’t believe you, it's such a shame.” Then he smirked. “Y/n, I like a challenge, it’s just what I need, every genius needs one and I guess you're mine.”

“I guess I am.” She glared at him. He left her to be with that, and she glared at him as he left.

Once dinner was finished being prepared she put it out on the kitchen table, as she was about done Bucky pulled out two seats one to the right of the second head of the table that would be meant for her, and then the two heads which were reserved for Tony, and Bucky, Y/n swiftly took the seat meant for Bucky, instead of her own, he reluctantly sat at the right of her, she arched her brow at Tony who did the same thing back at her, everyone was conversing to one another as they served their food onto their plates. “Peggy where did you meet Steve?” Y/n suddenly asked.

“Oh um well, I met him in New York getting off the subway.” She smiled.

“Uh hu, well isn’t that funny because that's how I believe now tell me if I am wrong, but that is how Jane also met Thor, along with Stephan and Christine.” Y/n pointed out.

“Oh yeah that’s um quite the coincidence.” Peggy laughed off.

“Did you know that most of the people here are either from California or New York?” Y/n asked.

“Well that's silly because I’m from England.” Peggy pointed out.

Wanda nodded. “And I’m from Sokovia.”

Y/n nodded. “Well you two are the exception along with Natasha are the exception, but here's another thing we all having in common we all got married in New York, and Honeymooned on Islands, now can that just be coincidence, because I personally would have gone to Parise, not an Island but I only remember going to and Island.”

Bucky cut in. “Steve, you didn’t get to finish your story, please continue.”

“Sorry Steve but I’m not quite finished, there are so many stories that we've been told, we’ve been told what we remember, they choose what we remember, until we start remembering things that they want us to forget, like Val.” Y/n pointed out.

“Y/n.” Bucky hissed out.

“No. James, it's okay.” Tony reassured, then he leaned over, staring Y/n in the eyes. “I’m curious as to where she is going with this.”

“Tony is doing something to us.” Y/n said.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Y/n the question is, why aren’t you taking the medication that is supposed to help with your…delusions.”

She shook her head. “He’s lying to us, he's lying to all of us.”

“Natasha, your best friend is worried about you, and she thinks that you need help, is that why she isn’t here tonight, because you didn’t want to be reminded?” He asked.

“He’s using you, he's using all of us.” She warners, she turned her attention to all of the men in the room. “Do any of you actually know what the Westview project is?”

“Do you?” Tony asked. “Is that why you went out there?” Bucky’s and everyone's eyes looked at her with disbelief. “To headquarters?”

“What?” Bucky asked, looking at her.

She turned to him. “I’m sorry I’m so sorry but there was a plaine and it crashed, so I had to go look for help, and you don’t know what he is doing.” Bucky pulled away from her.

“You wandered out by yourself, you put yourself and you all in danger because she ignored the only rule we give you.” Tony finished.

“Yeah I went out there, but at least I know the truth, you’ve trapped us here Tony.” She pointed at him.

“Trapped, I hope no one here feels trapped Y/n, you need to stop lying.” He hissed.

“I’m leaving, Y/n, you invite us here, and you insult and belittle my husband, I will not have that.” Pepper hissed standing up and making her way outside as did everyone else soon after the ginger.

The music turned to static, Bucky poured himself one of the amber drinks waiting on the in-home bar. “Did you enjoy yourself, Y/n?” He hissed after pouring back the drink. “Did you enjoy embarrassing not only you but me?”

“Bucky, no don’t do this, come one we have to go please, please believe me he talked to me before dinner he told me I was right, in the kitchen he told me he enjoyed a challenge.” Y/n cried. “Please we have to leave tonight, we have to get away.”

Bucky nodded. “Okay, alright if you say so we will.”

Y/n kissed her husband Bucky could taste the salt from the tears on her lips. “Thank you.” She mumbled against his lips, not long after they were packing up their necessities, Bucky had Y/n finished up so that he could warm up the car. “I got clothes, toothbrushes/paste, hair brushes and blankets. I believe that is all all right let's go.” She waited a second. “Bucky, come on let’s go.” She said.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. She started to be yanked from the car.

“No Bucky.” She cried. “I can change.” She begged him. “Please Bucky no.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Bucky chanted, as she begged and cried, his knuckles turned white against the steering wheel of the car.

“I can be better, I’m sorry.” She cried, Bucky continued his apologies as she was dragged out of the car, she screamed and fought against the people carrying her away.

Bucky sat their eyes closed, hair a mess. “FUCK! FUCK!” He pounded his fist against the steering wheel causing the car to honk in the night.

Y/n was taken to the hospital and strapped down by ankles and wrists to the table she begged, they placed a rubber teeth shield and placed a metal weir with two sponges at the ends to her temples, and she started to spasm as they turned the tool on.

Flashes of you and Bucky dancing in an old-looking tour down a building and then…

You remember walking through the halls of your office, the company that you owned, stressed and tired, you headed home, and you found a stressed-out-looking Bucky. “What’s wrong?” You asked him.

“I wish I could be doing more.” He answered.

You sighed. “Bucky, your fine, your working on making amends to the world for what Hydra forced you to do your alright, I really don’t mind baby, pulse I’ve been working on my company for years, it’s alright for me to be a little more hands on and away from super heroine.”

He shook his head. “Also there's no dinner.”

“Why not?” You asked.

“Because I didn’t know what you wanted and you never texted me back so..” He led on.

You shook your head. “Bucky.” You sighed. “Whatever, I’m taking a shower.”

Then the song once again made its appearance. “Darling, I’m with you all the time, can't you see I long to be with you all the time?”

This happened to Y/n multiple times with shocks of electricity going through her body over and over again.

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speak low to me, speak love to me (and soon)

Steggy Week 2k22, day 2 Prompt: Favorite era

Summary: Steve, Peggy, and a nickname.

AO3 link here. Thanks to @steggyfanevents for organizing!

The first time, he doesn’t even think she notices that she’s said it.

It’s perfectly understandable, considering that she’s doing about fifteen things at once: gathering supplies with the phone cord stretched taut, berating him while she finishes speaking to Howard, already beginning to think up plausible explanations for the damage that they can put forward tomorrow.

So he isn’t certain that she really registers what she is saying as she tucks the phone against her shoulder and says forthrightly to him, “This is going to hurt - I’m afraid that your body has likely started healing over it already. On your front now, my darling.”

The words spin over in his head as he lies on their towel-covered couch, his face turned toward the cushion where she cannot see his expression (although she’s also still fairly busy regardless, having added diligently digging the stray bullet out of his shoulder to her task list).

My darling. She said it so casually, as if it is habit, as if it has come out of her mouth a hundred times before, although he knows for certain that he never heard it, not during the war and not so far since he came back.

My darling. Face pressed into his folded arms, he smiles.

There are plenty of names between them. She might be Peggy or Peg to him on any ordinary day, “yes, ma’am, Director Carter” if she’s put her foot down in some argument that they are having, “yes, ma’am, Director Carter” if his low-pitched voice is responding to a command of hers in the dim light of their bedroom (or their kitchen, or her office…). To her, he is Steve, or sharp-edged “Steven” when she is irritated with him, or crisp “Captain Rogers” when they are arguing in front of others, or “would that be suitable, Captain?” when she is propositioning him.

And he loves them all, because they are all facets of this life that they are building into together, because there was so long, before and after, that he did not think they would have such a chance.

He still has his favorite.

“I’m afraid the game’s mine again, my darling,” Peggy says, not sounding apologetic at all as she places her final tile and scans over the Scrabble board with satisfaction. When she looks up and catches him ducking against his smile, she narrows her eyes and says, “If you’re intending to challenge, I’d recommend against it. ‘Frowzy’ is most certainly a word, and simply because you’re irritated over losing—”

He stands, collects her teacup and the plates from their slices of after-dinner cake from their favorite bakery, leans down and kisses her briefly.

“I haven’t lost anything,” he says, soft and close, before he takes the dishes to the sink.

There is nothing which erases the residual pain each time he pulls himself from a dream, unable to shake the helplessness over his failure to keep Thanos from snapping his fingers, trying more and more desperately to remember exactly how Natasha’s face looked the last time he saw her, shivering as the battlefield smells, past and still to come and always somehow the same, linger in his nostrils. There is nothing which can make him stop feeling powerless during the moments when he wakes to find Peggy lying stiff and open-eyed in the dark or trembling in a nightmare, trapped by her own hauntings.

Her voice - “I know. I know. But you’re here, my darling, you’re here and safe with me” or “Yes, I—Yes, I think I’d like it if you held me, my darling” - even if it erases nothing, it eases things, each time.

He doesn’t think he could have imagined, back during the war, the chance to see Peggy truly disheveled, or even the slightest bit removed from the pin-straight perfection that was her hallmark. Now he’s grown accustomed to rolling over to find her without even her signature red lip, to listening as she grumbles, tousle-haired, over why the latest disaster couldn’t have at least spared her favorite skirt suit, to watching her gently remove her makeup and apply Pond’s each night. Still, he doesn't think he’s ever seen her quite like this: curls turned limp and sweaty, the color siphoned from her face, her muscles shaky and drained, everything about her brilliant with joy.

“Here you are, my darling,” she says softly, her strong and gentle hands reaching out to place their child into his arms. He doesn’t know which one of them she’s talking to. He doesn’t care.

She catches on sometime. He knows her too well to have thought that she never would, although he can’t tell precisely when it happened.

“I used to say it in my head, you know,” she says one night into the starlit dark of their backyard. She turns her head toward him; he sees the glint of her eyes. Even without explanation, he understands what she is talking about. “I said it in my head during the war, and I said it aloud after. But in all that time, it was as if it was only for myself. I never thought—I’m so terribly glad that I got to say it to you.”

He nods and takes her hand, presses her knuckles to his lips, hearing the echo of the name in their shared and sharing silence.

There is nothing overt that changes after that, no further discussion about it, no increased frequency or awkward avoidance of the term. It comes out the way it always has: on ordinary nights and during the grim, desperate moments that they have never been able to escape, distracted and with deep, scraping emotion.

And he treasures each time more because of the responding spark from her, because it is something that they are doing together, this beautiful change, this small piece of loving and being loved in return.

He has been so many things to so many people, has been referred to in so many different ways. It warms him to know that quietly and above all things, he is beloved by this woman.

Through the years, no matter how many times he hears it, that does not fade.

#SteggyWeek22 #Steggy #Steggy fic #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #short little piece today!

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Iron Man 2: Part One

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Nick Fury sits across from you in the dimly lit room. On the desk in front of you is a file he's been working on since you and Carol parted ways in 1995. He's been waiting patiently for the past ten minutes while you read through it all.

"This is what you were working on after Carol left?" you ask and scan the pages in your hand once more.

"I didn't realize exactly what's out there until you and Carol. I have no idea what we might face, and I think it's about time to bring together exceptional people with extraordinary powers such as yourself," Fury explains.

"What are you trying to put together? Some kind of superhero team?" you chuckle.

"It's good to know what's out there. It's better to be prepared for it."

"You think I'm worthy enough to be in this group?"

"Have you met you? The woman I knew in 1995 would jump at the chance to be on this team."

"I have to admit, you've got some good stuff in here," you sigh and set the file on the table.

"But...?"

"I've seen this kind of thing before. Someone puts together a team of exceptionally gifted people who can do incredible things, but conflict arises and it never works out. Your heart is in the right place, but I don't think your head is. Have you thought this through?"

"More than you think I have. I think with the right motivation, this team can be the greatest thing this world has ever seen."

"I don't know," you bite your lower lip in worry.

"Who survived the Kree not once but twice? Who fought Hydra in World War II? Who helped defeat Stane? Who helped Bruce?"

"Okay, first, Stane was a douchebag in a machine he didn't know how to control. Anyone could have beaten him," you roll your eyes. "Second, Bruce came to me thinking I was a scientist. He heard about me back in 1945, found out how to contact me, and I was there for him. I didn't know what I was signing up for when he went all Hulk on me."

"Think about it, Y/N. This is something that can be truly remarkable with the right people. I already have two agents on board."

"Who?"

"Black Widow and Hawkeye."

You don't know who Hawkeye is but you've heard plenty about the deadly assassin. She's popped up over the years but you've always stayed out of her way in fear she'll start hunting you. Never did you think you'd get to be able to work with her. You take the file from the table and look at Black Widow's section.

Damn, she's gorgeous.

"Is she seeing anyone?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know, is she in a relationship?"

"I'm not doing this. Ask her yourself. Take some time and think about it."

He gets up and is about to leave the room when you swivel around to face him.

"How's your eye doing?"

"Don't start," he shakes his head and leaves the room.

Not only do you have this to think about, Tony's speech has been on replay over and over in your mind. You told the world that you were the Avatar while Tony confessed to being Iron Man. The weeks following the press conference have been nothing but chaos as the public made you and Tony celebrities. While you did confess to being able to control the elements, you're not going to tell the world the planet you're truly from. You're not sure they're ready to hear they're not alone in the universe.

Dr. Erskine, Peggy Carter, and Howard Stark took it well because they were already working in that area, so it didn't come as a shock to them. Despite being inventors, doctors, and secret government agents, they were scientists. They knew there were other lifeforms out there.

They may have been ready to learn about you, but the rest of the world isn't.

You and Tony have been put in the spotlight, making you two out to be idols. People love the Avatar and Iron Man and often want you two to be out together in public. With his newfound sense of fame, he decided to reopen the Stark Exposition where he showcases all the things he's invented while encouraging people to show off their inventions.

If you know Tony, and you do, he's gonna want to make a grand entrance into his Stark Exposition. He's going to use the suit to fly into the arena with you by his side. To do that, you have to get high, which is why you two are on a small plane to take you to that height.

"I never got the chance to tell you how risky of a move it was to reveal yourself like that," you say to him while you're waiting.

"It's bound to come out sooner or later," Tony shrugs.

"They're going to start asking questions."

"They were already doing it before."

"Life is going to be different for us."

"Eh, what else is new?" he chuckles.

The plane flies higher, and you and Tony get ready to jump out of it.

"So, how are you and Pepper doing? Have you kissed her yet?"

"Don't start."

"What? Come on, you two almost kissed. There's some sort of feelings there, no?"

"I don't know," Tony sighs. "Do I really want to involve her in my life?"

"You need someone like her to keep you grounded. She's been with you for ten years and has done more than what you've asked her to do. She likes you, Tony and I know you like her, too. Tell me, imagine if she wasn't in your life. How would that make you feel?" Tony can't answer because he knows the answer. He knows he'd be devastated. "Exactly my point."

"Two hundred and seventy at thirty knots. Holding steady at fifteen thousand feet. You are clear for exfiltration over the drop zone," the pilot informs.

"Time for show business."

The launch door on the bottom of the airplane opens, and Tony doesn't hesitate to jump out of it. You jump off the landing strip and follow him as he zips through the air at a fast pace. The wind whips through your hair, the breeze is nice against your skin, and you're having fun just flying wherever you please to go.

Tony takes the lead to the Stark Expo, and he lands on the stage with a loud thump. You're more delicate with your entrance, and you slowly lower yourself next to Tony until your feet are planted on the ground.

Tony has to make this event as grand as it can be which means there are fireworks, a very bright light show, dancing girls dressed like Iron Man, and a raging crowd to greet him. Sure, you told everyone you're the Avatar, but they're more interested in the billionaire. Not that you're complaining, you're content with being in the background.

You take a few steps back to let the machines underneath the stage remove Tony's suit for him. The platform he's on is slowly spinning as robotic arms are dismantling his suit. The showgirls continue to dance in the background until the song that's playing is over. They do some big dance number that you couldn't possibly follow, and they leave once their parts are over with.

The lights dim to focus on you and Tony.

"Tony! Tony! Tony! Tony!" the majority of the crowd yells.

Your name is being scattered throughout the crowd, but it's mostly for Tony.

"It's good to be back. You missed me?" he chuckles.

"Blow something up!" a man in the crowd screams.

"Blow something up? I already did that," he dismisses him until the crowd dies down. "I'm not saying that the world is enjoying its longest period of uninterrupted peace in years because of us. I'm not saying that from the ashes of captivity, never has a greater phoenix metaphor been personified in human history. I'm not saying that Uncle Sam can kick back on a lawn chair, sipping on an iced tea because I haven't come across anyone who's man enough to go toe-to-toe with us on our best day!"

"It's actually not about us," you chime in. "It's not about you. It's about legacy. It's about what we choose to leave behind for future generations. That's why, for the next year, and for the first time since 1974, the best and brightest men and women of nations and corporations the world over will pool their resources and share their collective vision to leave behind a brighter future."

"She's absolutely right. Therefore, what we're saying, if we're saying anything, is welcome back to the Stark Expo," Tony smiles and the crowd goes wild. "Now, making a special guest appearance from the great beyond to tell you what it's all about, please welcome my father, Howard."

You and Tony leave the stage as the video of Howard starts to play.

"He looks so young there," you comment after your microphones have been turned off.

"What, you didn't know him like this?"

"I knew him when he was in his twenties. He was bright for his age. He loved inventing."

"Yeah, even more than his own son," Tony scoffs.

"He loved you so much, Tony. Even before you were even an idea. He talked about having children with so much love and admiration. He was a good man. He helped me and Steve become who we are."

"It's nice to know you have fond memories of him," he nods passive-aggressively.

It's clear he doesn't like to talk about his dad a lot, and you don't really understand why. While you were off-planet, he was here building his family. You weren't fortunate in seeing Howard as a parent since you met Tony only a couple of years before his parents died. Tony never liked how Howard parented, but you have a feeling he refuses to see why Howard did what he did.

"I'm sure if he were here, he'd be so proud of you."

Tony doesn't respond to that. He turns away from the screen and pulls out a device that measures his blood toxicity levels. The palladium in the arc reactor is slowly killing him, so he has to check how toxic his blood is every hour. You're working on a cure, but there isn't an acceptable replacement for palladium. The continued use of the Iron Man suit is killing him, and it's very hard to make him see the seriousness of the situation.

Only you know about this because he refuses to tell anyone what's actually happening. He doesn't want anyone to worry about what's going on with him even though they deserve to know. Pepper deserves to know. Even with your vast knowledge of powers and serums, you don't know how you'll be able to fix this one.

If Tony is good at anything, then it's how he throws after-parties once the main one dies down. As soon as the Expo is over, everyone huddles around the front of the building to meet you and Tony. Happy stands in front of you two to carve a path back to the car. Tony stops to sign autographs and take pictures with devoted fans while you keep your head down. You hated your picture being taken in the 1940s and you hate it being taken now.

Pictures are proof you were here.

Happy escorts you to Tony's brand new convertible car while the building's security prevents people from crowding you at the car.

"Very mellow," Tony comments.

"I thought it was going to be worse."

A slim, young woman walks to the car with two men behind her just as you get in the backseat of the car.

"Hi, and you are?" Tony asks as he slides into the front seat.

"Marshal. Pleased to meet you Tony and Y/N."

"I'm sorry, what are you doing here?" you ask.

"Looking for you two," she grins, "and serving subpoenas."

She hands him a piece of paper and he visibly gulps. He hates being handed things, which you never understood.

"Yikes," he mutters.

"He doesn't like to be handed things. I'll take it," you smile and take the letter she offers.

"Yeah, I have a peeve," Tony nods.

"I got it. You two are hereby ordered to appear before the Senate Armed Services Committee tomorrow morning at nine a.m."

"Can I see a badge?"

"You wanna see the badge?" she grins.

"We'll be there," you interrupt her meaningless flirting. "How far are we from D.C.?"

"Two hundred and fifty miles," Happy answers.

"We'll be there. Thank you."

Tony turns the car on and takes off toward the highway. It's night right now, but it will be morning by the time you get to D.C.

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560 words written today -- also rearranging scenes to intersperse the Steve scenes with the Natasha and Peggy scenes. Today was a Do All The Things day, though I didn’t get everything done that I wanted -- baked bread, graded all the papers my baseball class turned in last week, made steak and mushroom pie (sure, it’s 90 degrees out, but maybe I wanted hearty winter food), finished setting up the Canvas page for my Pompeii class (should I have done this two weeks ago? yes. did I? clearly not), prepped tomorrow’s lecture, prepped the handouts, Sunday Zoom. Also finished watching SAS Rogue Heroes, which I loved. Next two weeks are going to be VERY busy and I am exhausted thinking about them.

Snippet from Of Home Near chapter 9.

Steve opened an eye again at the sound of him cocking the hammer on the revolver, then closed it. “You’re not going to shoot me.”

“Not in the head,” Lebedev agreed, adjusting his aim. “The elbow, perhaps, or maybe the hand. I’ve heard you’ll recover from that sort of thing with no permanent damage. Have you ever found out?”

“Yes.”

“Fascinating.”

“Not the word I’d use.” Steve licked his lips, tasting dried blood where he must have cut himself on his own teeth when Lebedev had kicked him earlier. The injury itself had already closed up. “How’s the face?”

“I’ll live.”

“How are Petkus’s balls?”

“He’ll live. He just won’t be very happy about it for a while, but he doesn’t have any great need for them at the moment.” Lebedev leaned forward and confided, “Otdel X’s dolls aren’t very accommodating in that regard.”

“Can’t imagine why.”

“Well, given your recent nuptials you may have forgotten what celibacy’s like. Tell me, did you get tired of waiting for Agent Carter or did the present Mrs. Rogers simply give you a better offer?” When Steve didn’t respond, he said, “I saw her at the Stork Club, you know. Beautiful girl. Does she look as good out of her clothes as she does in them?”

Steve felt a muscle twitch in his jaw, but he didn’t take the bait. “Well, you can’t have found her yet, or you’d have led with that,” he said.

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Chapter Six: The Container

Summary: Natasha wants to keep her personal life away from you. But a case interrupts that.

Pairings: Natasha x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (separating co-parents), Natasha x Yelena (siblings), Yelena x Kate (something's there that wasn't there before).

Warnings: Death (suicide), threatening, Natasha being a bit more of an asshole, Natasha being a bit softer too. Lmk if there's anything else!

A/N: If you have any ideas for the story and/or want to see some drabbles, feel free to send something into my inbox :)

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This was not how you wanted your morning to go.

“What made you think you'd get away with it?” You interrogated, staring down at your culprit.

“If you come clean now, I'll go easy on you. So, tell me. Did you eat… the chocolate cake?”

Peggy shook her head, her pigtail braids clipped neatly against her head. “No, Mama.”

You stood up and slowly turned at the sound of suppressed laughter being covered by coughing, glaring at Steve.

“I'm sorry. It's just cake, Y/N.” He snickered.

“Cake is not the point, Steve. This is about honesty and personal responsibility.” You sighed.

“Fine. I got this.” He patted your shoulder gently, to which you grabbed your coffee and held it easily in your fingers.

“Hey, munchkin. Do you remember when we had that talk and we said that lying is a really bad thing? Well, some of your birthday cake is missing. Now, I didn't eat it, and we know Mama didn't eat it, so… is there something you want to tell us?”

Peggy sighed, looking at Steve regretfully. “I ate it.”

“Mm-hmm.” He hummed in victory, turning to see you shaking your head.

“But Natasha said it was okay.”

“Oh, really?” Steve questioned.

“She said, if you really want to do something, you should. And I really wanted to eat some chocolate cake.” Peggy emphasised.

Steve faltered slightly. “Huh. That's… interesting. Why don't you go grab your stuff?”

You put your coffee down, a sixth sense in the back of your mind spiking as Steve turned to you once Peggy was gone. “I am so glad to hear that advice from Natasha, of all people, is on the personal responsibility lesson plan.”

“Steve, it's not what you think.”

He scoffed. “You know what, Y/N? Your private life is none of my business, but when it comes to Peggy - keep Natasha out of it.” He spat her name like it was poison on his tongue.

You thanked whoever was up there that your phone rang. “Valeria. Yeah, yeah. I'll hold.” You covered the bottom of your phone with your hand. “Okay, I get it Steve, but just don't forget tomorrow night's Taco Tuesday, okay?”

His eyes widened. “I can't do it.”

“Why?” You hissed.

“I'm working a stakeout in Van Nuys.” He shrugged.

You shook your head at him. “We agreed on planned family time so that Peggy can maintain some normalcy during the separation.”

“I know, but… this is important. I don't have a choice, Y/N. This is work.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I've never heard that one before.” You got quiet at the sound of the officer’s voice back on the line. “Yeah. Long Beach? Okay, I got it. Thanks.”

You hung up, looking at Steve with disappointment. “You know, when she asks where you are tomorrow, I'll be sure to tell her that something important came up.”

“Y/N, don’t be like that…” He tried to grab your wrist but you were already out the door, almost slamming his fingers in the frame.

You would have been glad to hear his high-pitched whine of pain.

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The physical crime scene was minimal but the location was packed with cops confiscating illegal contraband from containers, checking the books to make sure everything was accounted for whilst you hovered over the dead body with a forensic.

“What is this bruising from?” You asked, gesturing to a spot on the corpse’s neck.

“Possible imprint. I'll know more once I'm back at the lab.” He replied.

“Okay. Call me when you get something.”

“Howdy, partner!”

*Oh, God.* You thought to yourself before you looked up to see Natasha strolling in, adjusting the cuff of her polka dot black long-sleeve whilst her phone bulged from the pocket of her grey jeans. “We're not partners.” You remarked.

She looked you up and down, your leather jacket covering a viridian shirt that matched with your black jeans, her eyes lingering slightly on your boobs. “Right. So, what unpleasantness felled this heap of unrealised ambition then?”

“Suffocation, a crushed trachea. And this heap has a name.” You grumbled. “Erwin Scovell, 55. He worked security here for 20 years.”

“Ooh, talk about suffocating.” She sighed.

“Vice suspects this place has been used by criminal organisations to store illegal contraband. A container went missing, so Scovell probably walked in on a robbery in progress. Security cameras were disabled, so no video either. Probably gonna need to canvass the area…”

You trailed off as light caught your eye; light that stemmed from the torch in Natasha’s hand, flickering between your boobs whilst she gleefully observed through the forensic’s goggles.

You scoffed. “Natasha, it's a dead body. A little respect, please.”

“Do you know, I am amazed by the deferential regard you people hold for rotting flesh. I mean, this poor sap's either already in Hell or in the Silver City enduring the welcome speech, which is far worse than Hell, if you ask me.” She stood, standing over the corpse.

You brought your hands to your face, taking a few deep breaths before a tactic formed. “Okay. Let's pretend for one second that you're someone else. Someone nice, someone mature.”

“Ooh, I love role-play.” She licked her lips.

“Great. So, since we don't have any leads, let's focus on the next steps of the investigation, like what was in the stolen container.”

“But I've already solved it. I know what killed Erwin.”

“What?” You asked, entertaining her for a moment.

You really shouldn’t do that.

“Boredom! I mean, getting murdered is probably the most exciting thing that ever happened to him. When do we get to raid a drug house or shoot someone? I mean, I gave up an epic foursome to be here.”

“A man died, and we're going to do everything we possibly can to catch the killer.” You huffed.

She gave you a deadpan expression. “Pass.”

As she walked away from you, you followed after her with frustration bubbling beneath. “Are you joking?”

“Hard pass.” She emphasised.

You exploded a little bit, like a tiny volcanic eruption. “Hey!”

She turned around, still giving you that same look that annoyed you. “After all of your manipulations to get to work with me, you're really gonna walk away because you think this case is boring?”

She sighed. “Just call me when you've got a murder with a pulse. Or at least someone good-looking. I mean…”

You turned around, looking at the corpse as it was covered in a white sheet. “That woman is unbelievable.” You muttered to yourself.

And whilst you were easily capable of talking to the other officers, since you were the primary for the case, you didn’t expect Natasha to be back so soon.

“What? Have you thought of any new offensive things to say?” You glared at her.

“No, I've changed my mind. I've come back to help. Any leads yet?” She gave you a smile, but you weren’t sure if it was genuine or not.

“I need your help like I need a third boob. Wait. Don't say a word. Knew it was a mistake the minute it came out of my mouth.” You sighed, wanting to facepalm yourself.

“We're partners, and I'm offering you my services.” She grabbed the forensic’s dust brush and tickled your nose with it.

You snatched it from her grip and put it back in the bag. “I think you need a refresher course on how a partnership works. You left me hanging, remember?”

“Yes, but now I'm here because of the robbery.” She replied.

“Robbery? Why?”

“Because the container that was stolen was mine.”

You scoffed. “You somehow left that out before.”

“Well, I didn't know before. Wanda handles logistics, storage and such.” She shrugged.

“And did you know that this facility was used to house illegal contraband?” You questioned.

“No. But what better place to store my stuff than somewhere where people hide illicit goods?”

You closed your eyes for a few seconds, annoyance and frustration mixing. “Asking the obvious here, but was your stuff illegal contraband, too?”

“Define ‘illegal’.” She chuckled sheepishly.

“What was in the container?”

“A personal item, insignificant.”

“Yeah, but what was in it?”

“The only thing I brought with me to Los Angeles.”

“I know, but you're not answering the question-”

“Look!” She interrupted you abruptly, acknowledging your frustration with her surrendering hands. “I was storing some stuff, it was stolen, the theft sets an awful precedent, so I'm obliged to make the person responsible pay. Now, if you let me help, I'm certain we can solve this case quickly. And I have a lead.”

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“Snow cones? This is your lead?” You asked as you stood in line for the snow cone truck, the beach positively warm as you stripped off your jacket.

“We don't have time for this. We should be working.”

“What can I get you?” The truck owner asked with a happy smile.

“Uh, yes. I'll have two Tropic Wonders and your face smashed into the ground.” Natasha smiled, grabbing him by the shirt before pulling him out and onto the ground, shifting her grip to his neck.

“Natasha, what are you doing? Stop!” You growled, pushing back against her but she was incredibly strong, evident by the muscles underneath her shirt that you gripped tightly.

“I believe they call this interrogating.” She smirked.

“Natasha, stop!”

“He needs to tell me where my stuff is.”

“Natasha! This is not how we do things!”��

She lifted him off of the ground and onto his feet, even if it was just his toes touching the ground. “This pathetic sap's real name is Frankie Costa, and his real job is transporting and storing illegal goods. Wanda set up the warehouse through him so if someone knew to rob it, he'd be involved.”

“I wouldn't steal from my own operation. That warehouse is off-limits. Chica, I'm trying to get out of the storage racket.”

“Yes, focus, Frankie. Who took my property?” She asked sternly.

“I don't know. I'm trying to find out myself. This is bad for business.” He wheezed through her firm grip.

You observed the phones around you, recording Natasha’s assault. “And who would know about the storage service?” You quickly questioned.

“Who are you?” He looked down at you.

“I'm someone with one of these.” You gestured to your badge on your hip. “But she doesn't have one. So say if I were to walk away, she can do whatever she wants to you. Or if you're not responsible, you can point us in the right direction of someone who is. Cool?”

Although you paid her no mind, Natasha felt a thrill chase down her spine at your deviousness.

Frankie nodded. “Okay, okay. Los Diablos.” His pronunciation tinged with Americanism.

“The biker club?”

“Yeah. I run the warehouse, but they run the docks. If anything went down, they would know about it. That's all I know. I swear.” He wheezed again.

“All right, all right.” You tapped Natasha’s forearm.

“Fine.” She let him go back into his truck to make her snow cone.

As you walked to the top of the staircase, back onto the sidewalk of the main road, you could feel Natasha’s eyes on your ass. But you couldn’t ignore her as she came to your side - mostly because she was being annoying.

“That was incredible. It was musical, poetic really. We were like fish and chips, salt and pepper. Hipsters and condescension.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't arrest you for assault.” You hissed.

She shrugged. “Fine, Frankie's a complete scumbag, and he skimps on the cherry syrup. So that's two, actually.”

“Something's going on with you, and it has to do with that mysterious container, so no more games. What's in it?”

She huffed. “It was a gift from my father.”

You scoffed. “That's still not an answer. I mean, what, was it his memoirs? Some priceless porn collection?”

“Look, if we're gonna work together on this, you're gonna have to trust me, all right?” She turned in front of you, making you stop.

“You're right, we shouldn't work together on this.” You looked defeated as you walked past her.

“Aren't we being a touch dramatic?” She chuckled sheepishly, a skip in her step as she caught up with you.

“You know, I put up with a lot of crap to let you in on my cases, and that's because thus far you've been honest with me, but now, for some reason, you're not telling me the full story.” You stopped again, her eyebrows furrowed slightly but you couldn’t detect what emotion they held.

“I'm telling you everything you need to know to help find my stuff.” She huffed.

“A man was murdered, and all you can talk about is your property?”

“Yes, but if we find it, then you find out who killed the security guard, it's a win-win. So, please, enlighten me. Under what rock will we find Los Diablos? It's a very on-the-nose name, if you ask me.”

You sighed, pulling out your phone. “We won't find them anywhere. It's a conflict of interest.”

You quickly walked away from her, wiping away the small tear that rested on your cornea. The dial tone rang three times before the caller answered, a sigh coming through.

“Look, Y/N, I told you, there's nothing I can do about tomorrow.”

“Truce. This is a call for Steve the detective. I need your help.”

“Okay.” He answered cautiously.

“It's about my case.”

“Homicide at the docks. Security guard killed during a robbery.”

“Yeah, that container that was stolen, it was Natasha’s.”

You heard his hesitation. “That storage facility was filled with black market goods. You think what Natasha had stored there may be illegal.”

You hummed. “Whatever is in that container, she won't tell me. And for a woman who's all about oversharing, says a lot, so I want you to look into her, try and find out what she might be hiding.”

“Absolutely.” You heard his pleasure shine through before he ended the call.

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Natasha sat on the couch with her arms spread over the back of it, listening to the noirette talk.

“When Y/N told you to leave, how did that make you feel?” Kate asked.

“Well, pissed off, of course.” She remarked.

“Whatever was stolen from you must have been very important.”

“No. Actually, no, it's the principle at stake here. I mean, nobody steals from me and gets away with it.” Natasha chuckled wryly.

Kate sighed, folding her legs as her fingers intertwined with each other. “This loss brings up an issue that we've been skirting since we began our work together. Your identity.”

“It's still the Devil, darling.”

“Yes, but who are you trying so hard to become?”

“Nobody. I'm completely unbecoming.”

Kate took a breath. “And yet you keep trying on many hats to hide your horns. Party girl, cop, club owner…”

“Yes, you forgot ‘mistress of all things tongue-related’. Speaking of which, shall we?” She smirked, moving to unbutton her top.

Kate held her hand up to stop her. “That's for later. I think we're onto something very important here. One of the hardest things we ever do…” She waited for Natasha to sit back down. “Is to learn to be ourselves. I want you to tell me who you believe is the real you.”

“I…” The redhead sighed. “I am… second-guessing your skills as a therapist.”

Kate held back her initial remark. “You're feeling judged. So you're lashing out and judging me. But that's excellent. It's transference. Which means you seek my approval.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “I seek no one's approval. And time's up. Suddenly I'm no longer in the amorous mood.” She stood, grabbing the door handle.

Kate stood too. “Okay, hold on... Hold on, Natasha. You think that's a fight. I think it's progress.”

“Or maybe I'm just realising what a waste of time this is.” Natasha left, closing the door behind her.

“I'm glad you came ba…” She faltered, recognising another doctor instead of Natasha.

“Oh. Is everything okay?” Yelena asked, standing in a plain jacket and jeans.

Kate smiled nervously. “It-it's you. Hi.”

“I'm sorry, it's just, uh, thin walls.” Yelena chuckled sheepishly.

“Oh. Yes, everything's fine. Uh, please.” Kate gestured for her to come in.

“Thanks again for drinks the other night, Kate.”

“Uh, yeah. Yes, that was fun.”

“Yeah.” Yelena chuckled. “And what do parents do to their children to make them believe that they’re the Devil? I don’t mean to be unprofessional, but… It’s a few red flags in the family department there.”

“We're colleagues. Cone of silence.” Kate promised, sitting on her couch. “And I think she struggles with her identity, if anything.”

“Patients with delusions. They can be really challenging.” Yelena commented.

The noirette smiled to herself. “She's actually quite charming. She’s incredibly kind, but tries to hide it behind her ‘Devil’ stature.”

“Yeah, but even Satan disguises himself as an angel of the light. 2 Corinthians, chapter 11, verse 14. Two years of seminary school before I decided I wanted to help people in a different way.” The blonde explained after receiving an odd look.

“Ah. Interesting. I thought you seemed… pure.”

“Listen, you really helped me with my patient the other day, and I would love to return the favour. I know the Bible inside and out, so if you ever need a consult, just let me know.”

“Thank you, Dr. Belova.” Kate gave her a sweet smile before Yelena left to go back to her office.

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“I can't explain it. Lux's books are clean.” Steve spoke over the phone whilst you stepped out of the car, making sure it was out of view of the bar’s cameras.

“How is that even possible?” You scoffed.

“I had them run for discrepancies with receivables. I looked for hidden payments. Whatever Natasha’s into, it's not running through Lux.”

“All right, thanks for trying.”

“Listen, Y/N… I want to talk to you about Taco Tuesday.”

You spotted the head of red locks over the bush before you even turned the corner, Natasha’s awaiting stance brightening slightly with a smile. “Hey, Steve, I got to go.”

You rolled your eyes at Natasha as she walked next to you. “Next time you secretly follow someone, don't tailgate them. Draws a little attention.”

“It's not my fault you drive like an elderly turtle.” She remarked.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Natasha, just… go home.” You huffed, already having a migraine.

“Detective…”

“It sucks not getting what you want. Now you have to deal with it like the rest of us.” You walked ahead of her towards the bar door.

“I'm sorry.”

You turned around, observing her nervous stance and downcast lips. “What did you just say?”

She straightened herself up a little bit. “I apologise. I crossed the line this morning with Mr. Snow Cone. It was a mistake. I realise that now.”

“Wow. You must really be desperate.”

“I prefer determined. Look, I need your help to find my stuff. But you have to admit I've proven myself useful. Despite the methods employed, Frankie did give us a solid lead. Insanely wild guess, but this is where we'll find some Los Diablos.” She gestured to the sign on the blacked out window.

You nodded, showing her the photographic evidence on your phone. “There's an imprint on the victim's neck that we found under UV light. Killer must've worn some kind of bracelet when he strangled the security guard. Cross look familiar?” You then pointed to a bike, the same symbol on it.

Natasha grinned. “Well, what do you know? Our suspect awaits.”

You had to be careful in a bar like this - most of the bikers were grown men, save a few women, and all of them looked like they knew how to throw a punch - and you definitely didn’t want to turn it into a fight.

But Natasha didn’t care.

Grumbling came from the annoyed bikers as their music turned off, which was Natasha’s doing by pulling out the plug. She then climbed onto the bar, most of the men looking almost predatorily at her assets. “Excuse me! Pardon the intrusion, you Village People rejects, but one of you has stolen something that belongs to me. So please identify yourself, so I can punish you accordingly.”

“I thought we were past you thinking you're invincible.” You huffed at her.

“I really want to find my stuff.” She remarked at you.

“What the hell did you just say? Hmm? Hermione Granger?”

“Mess him up, Renny!” A cheer came from the crowd, a few supportive cheers added.

Natasha jumped down easily. “Well, since you're obviously lower on the human evolutionary chain, perhaps your hearing hasn't developed as well as it should, so I'll repeat myself. Who... stole... my... property?”

As Renny took a swing at Natasha, you grabbed his elbow and shoulder and swung him onto the ground, putting your knee on his back. “Everybody back the hell off or you're going to jail.” You threatened.

Natasha kinda wanted to see that happen.

A whistle grabbed your attention, as intended, and you saw a man walk easily between the crowd like Noah. “Pardon my boys. They don't always have the best, uh, people skills. Take a breather, Renny. Now!”

You moved off of Renny and he walked away, albeit annoyed that a woman of your height had been able to get him to the ground.

“Hank Cutter. I'm in charge here.” He introduced himself to Natasha, eying her valuable suit and rings. “Oh, a Mrs. Police. How are you?”

Surprisingly, you didn’t take his comment offensively. Whilst he was dressed as a biker, he had the aura of a father - one that was kind, but could be firm, as previously demonstrated.

“Why don't we chat in my office, okay? Follow me.”

After you closed the door of his office, adorned with guitars and posters of Los Diablos, you began your interrogation. “We heard that you control the docks, and if anything goes down, Los Diablos are in on it.”

“Really? We're just a riding club, okay?” Cutter chuckled.

“Whose members have been arrested for guns, drugs, murder.”

“A few bad apples shouldn't paint us all in a bad light, now should it, ma'am?”

“But it does paint you as suspects.”

“Hey, look, just because we have a reputation as outlaws doesn't mean we had anything to do with a murder.”

“You like being considered a criminal, don't you?” Natasha asked, and you immediately saw her mojo working as Cutter’s pupils dilated. “Yeah, you do. What else do you want?”

Cutter chuckled, almost giggled in fact. “To own a clothing line.”

“Clothing line? I-I did not see that one coming.” You stammered.

“Yes, managing bikers must be so exhausting. All that brawling and pillaging.” Natasha sighed sympathetically.

“I'm 54.” Cutter shrugged. “I'd rather be in my hammock playing my Stratocaster. All this motorcycle riding enlarged my prostate. It's unpleasant.”

“That's an unfortunate occupational hazard.” Natasha looked down at herself and you immediately looked away.

“Tell me about it. Look, we've trademarked our name. We're selling T-shirts and jackets, and we're gonna re-brand and go legit.” He grinned proudly.

“There's a lot of money in the apparel industry.” You interjected.

“All the more reason to keep our noses clean. See, we used to cover the docks, not anymore. I specifically ordered them off-limits.”

“Maybe someone missed the re-branding memo. Killer wore a bracelet with an iron cross. Left an imprint on the dead security guard at the warehouse.” You showed Cutter the photo, to which he scoffed.

“Look, uh, a lot of bikers wear iron crosses.”

“Yeah, well, I'm interested in your guys who have iron crosses.”

“Hey, look, I've told you everything I know. If you have any more questions, feel free to contact my attorney.” Cutter’s tone signalled the end of the conversation.

“But we're not finished yet.” Natasha grinned, only for your hand to fall onto her bicep.

“Yeah, we're done. Thank you, Cutter.” You muttered after closing the door.

As soon as you stepped outside, Natasha complained. “Why are we leaving? He's hiding something. It's obvious. We need to force it out of him.”

You faced her. “We have this little thing called due process. We can't just force things out of people. Besides, there's an easier way to get our bad guy.”

As you got into the car, Natasha followed before hearing the locks click whilst you placed the keys in the centre console. “Did you see the look on Cutter's face when he saw that photo? He knows exactly who robbed the docks. He's gonna need to deal with this immediately.”

“Or it puts his plan to re-brand in jeopardy.” Natasha concluded, which you nodded at.

“Defying his orders, it's a huge challenge to his authority. He's not gonna want to deal with this in public. Bet you the first person he goes to see is the owner of that bracelet.”

“What, so your strategy is just to sit here, paralysed, hoping that Cutter leads us to the suspect? What a terrible idea.” She scoffed.

“Hmm, you think so?” You hummed, ignoring her mostly.

“I do, I mean, for one, even though Cutter's no brain surgeon, surely he wouldn't just…” She trailed off and you grinned at the sight of an angry Cutter on the phone.

“Wouldn't what?” You remarked.

“Well done, Detective.”

“Oh, don’t act so smug.” You sneered playfully as you started up the car just as Cutter pulled out of the bar.

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“This is the longest I've sat in a parked car and not had sex.”

“Ew.” You grumbled at Natasha.

The car was not as comfortable as a cinema lounge chair, but it wasn’t too bad. You were still hungry from not having had lunch, or dinner for that matter since it was already late.

“You can't enjoy this. This… sitting around endlessly, waiting for something to happen.” She huffed.

“You know, if sitting here not being entertained is so terrible, then maybe it's a sign you should be somewhere else.” You scowled, deciding to not look at her anymore.

“Have I done something to offend you?”

“Only every time I see you.”

“Ha, ha, ha. No, this is different.” She waited for you to turn and face her.

“Y/N. Look at me.”

Oh, how quickly your decisions cave when she speaks.

You sighed, turning to face her. “For the first time, I don't think you're being honest with me. You have this mysterious container that was stolen that someone was willing to kill for, you make shady deals with shady people, you're violent, your personal records only go back five years, and the books from Lux are way too clean.”

She raised an eyebrow at you and you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with the only ring on them that you still hadn’t taken off. “I had Steve go and check it out.” You murmured.

“You had Steve deal with Wanda? Alone? Oh, dear. For the first time, I actually feel sorry for Detective Douche.” She snickered.

“It all points to you being a criminal.”

“So what's the big deal? What if I am a criminal?”

“I'd have to arrest you.”

“Ooh, whip out the cuffs, then. Why shy away from a little bondage fun?” She grinned.

You shook your head in dismay, not seeing her frown as you turned away, tracing your nail against the condensating window. “You know, Natasha, this is serious. And despite all your weirdness I… I actually really like working with you.”

“I like working with you too, malyshka.” She murmured.

You looked down as her hand twitched, almost like she wanted to reach out and take yours. But that gentle facade quickly faded as her infamous smirk came to her lips. “What a momentous revelation, Detective Valeria. We should celebrate.”

“You can celebrate from jail when it turns out I'm right about you.” You rolled your eyes.

Her hand engulfed yours. “I have never lied to you. And I will never lie to you.”

Warmth. Kindness. Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn’t she just be kind all the time instead of being an asshole?

“What was in the container?” You asked.

She took a breath, never breaking eye contact with you. “Russian dolls.”

“Russian dolls?” You asked again, to which she gave you a single, slow nod.

The sound of a motorcycle engine broke your eye contact, your hand slipping out of hers. “Here we go.”

The conversation had already started out badly, but you didn’t expect Renny to pull out a gun and shoot Cutter. “This is Unit 831. Shots fired at 21st and Lewis. We need backup and an ambo, now.”

You jumped out of the car and raced over to Cutter, applying pressure to his chest. “Mrs. Police. Didn’t expect to… see you so soon.” He coughed.

“Save your air, Cutter. We might just need your statement.” You smirked, looking down at your jacket.

“Oh, screw it. You owe me a leather jacket.” You used yours to slow the bleeding, his hand coming to your wrist.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just keep your breathing slow and steady.”

You waited until paramedics arrived before getting into a squad car, inputting your car’s licence plate to find Natasha at a warehouse. You didn’t wait for the uniformed officer, instead racing in with your gun in hand to hear chatter echoing from above.

“Natasha!” You yelled out, but your voice fell on deaf ears.

You got to the door just as Renny leapt off of the side of the building, too far for Natasha to grab and save him. You blocked your ears from the deadly thud before the frozen statue of Natasha turned to face you.

“I couldn't stop him.”

You waited on the side of the curb as paramedics arrived, collecting Renny’s body whilst Cutter sat in another EMT. He silently held out his jacket to you, which you gratefully took in your shivering form, before he too went to the hospital.

The sight of Natasha’s stare into oblivion made you walk up to her, a pair of bolt cutters in hand that you let lean against your leg. “Hey, are you okay?”

She didn’t answer.

“Looks like Cutter's gonna make it. He just gave a statement.”

“Cutter?” She asked, dazed slightly.

“The guy Renny shot. Renny was pissed about the direction of the club, he thought they were selling out. So he went out on his own, robbed the warehouse and killed the security guard. We got justice for Erwin Scovell.” You lightly patted her shoulder.

“Wonderful.” She murmured.

You gently nodded, leaning against her as the warmth radiated through the chilly evening. “And they've recovered one container belonging to… Natasha Romanoff.”

She immediately looked down at you. “Where?”

“Inside.”

“You didn't take a sneaky peek before telling me?”

You looked up at her, and she felt like you were staring at her damned soul. “You'd never lie to me, right?”

She laughed wryly. “You're gonna watch me open it.”

You picked up the bolt cutters, handing them over as you stepped away from her. “You're damn right.”

You followed her into the warehouse, the container no longer covered by a sheet since it lay on the ground, and Natasha cut the lock off. She wrenched open the doors, lights turning on inside, with an ancient-looking box resting in the centre.

Natasha took your hand and rested it on one of the padlocks, putting her own on the other before you both lifted to find…

Nine sets of Russian dolls resting on top of straw.

“I told you.” Natasha remarked.

“Why go to all this trouble for dolls?” You asked, rummaging around below the straw to find nothing else.

“Dumayu, mozhno skazat', chto eto chast' moyego naslediya. I guess you could say it's a bit of my heritage.” She translated, smirking all the while.

Your eyes widened. “Since when did you speak Russian?”

“Always, malyshka.” She winked at you.

You rolled your eyes before you hugged her side. “Enjoy your dolls.”

“I most certainly will.” She murmured against your forehead before you left.

Leaving her to search the rest of the container, finding nothing.

“They're gone.”

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“I'm glad you came back.” Kate smiled warmly as she opened her door to the sight of Natasha.

“Well, I needed to get my parking validated.” The redhead remarked as she sat down.

“So your items were never recovered?”

“No.”

“Earlier, you said that the items weren't that important. Yet now, you seem very upset that they're gone.”

“Well, I'm a walking paradox. What can I say?”

Kate sighed. “Sometimes we need to lose something before we can understand its value.”

“I didn't lose anything.” Natasha scoffed.

“No. No, you were a victim of a crime. It's only natural that you would feel violated. And often, our feelings of loss connect to how we feel... about who we are.”

The redhead raised an eyebrow, but her lips were flat, unlike when she would be playful with you. No, Natasha was hurting.

Maybe she shouldn’t have come to see Kate at this hour. “Oh, right. So we're back on that, are we? You want to talk about my identity.”

“Yes, because you're the Devil. You told me your names. But you left out a few others. Abaddon. Belial. Princess of Darkness…”

“Someone's been brushing up on their Sunday school.”

“Yes. But before you fell, you were known as Natalia. The Lightbringer.” Kate emphasised the final name.

“I don't go by that name anymore.” Natasha grumbled.

“That was a name that connotated your father's love for you.”

“Right. Was casting his child into Hell also an expression of his love?”

“Oh, God didn't cast you out of Heaven because he was angry with you.” Kate shook her head.

Natasha guffawed at her statement. “How can you presume to know God's intentions? You’ve never spent a minute with the man.”

“Oh, I haven’t. And I don’t presume.”

“Then maybe stick within the limits of your intellectual capacity.”

“Or maybe my simplicity offers me a different perspective. God cast you out because He needed you to do the most difficult of jobs. It was a gift.”

“Gift?” She growled, surprising Kate.

“He shunned me. He vilified me, he made me a torturer! Can you even begin to fathom what it was like? Eons spent providing a place for dead mortals to punish themselves? I mean, why do they blame me for all their little failings? As if I'd spent my days, sitting on their shoulder, forcing them to commit acts they'd otherwise find repulsive. ‘Oh, the Devil made me do it’! I have never made any one of them do anything. Never.”

“What happened to you is unfair.” Kate tried to calm her down but she wasn’t having it.

“Unfair? This is unjust. For all eternity, my true nature will be invoked to represent all their depravity. That is the gift that my father gave me.” She spat.

“It was an act of love.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you are his favourite child, Natalia.”

“Do not call me that, please!” Natasha stood.

Kate took a facade of charge. “You are his fallen angel. But here's the thing: When angels fall, they also rise. All you have to do is embrace all that you are.”

“I can't.”

“Yes, you can. You just have to be open to the process-”

“You don't understand. I can't!”

“But why?”

Natasha took control.

“BECAUSE THEY STOLE THEM FROM ME!” She roared, slamming her fist through the wall behind the couch.

Without a moment’s notice, she left, her phone to her ear as she muttered two sentences.

“Someone’s got them, Wanda. Someone’s got my wings.”

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