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missvelvetsstuff · 5 months ago

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The Situation Room

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a mission almost gone wrong, Tony brings back Bucky's former assistant, who is also Bucky's ex. Can they work together without hurting each other? Will the whole truth about their break up finally come out?

Avengers AU where Thanos never happened.

Chapter 8

Notes: Sorry this has taken so long. Life has really been kicking my ass of late so its been hard to concentrate.

I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: swearing and angst, lots of angst.

Bucky had set the table and put all the food out when everyone went to sit, he shouldered Sam out of the spot next to his, that was set up for Radar, her iced tea with a slice of lemon in her green glass.

As everyone else started eating, Bucky waited impatiently for Radar to return to the kitchen, pacing until Tony stopped him.

"Look, Manchurian, I know you're back to lovestruck swain but could you not wear down my rugs?"

Bucky glared at Tony but quickly dropped it and smiled when he heard Radar walking down the hall. He hurried to pull out a chair for her, ignoring Sam's chuckle. He filled her plate with Sam's chicken jambalaya, making sure to give her a couple of fresh biscuits on the side.

Radar looked at her plate, felt a flutter in her stomach and smiled at him softly "You remembered my tea. And biscuits instead of cornbread."

Bucky blushed and mumbled softly "I remember everything."

Tony coughed loudly "Whipped!"

Sam cleared his throat and Loki hummed softly with a small smirk.

Bucky glared around the table while Wanda and Nat grinned back. The whole team seemed very invested in this renewed relationship.

Radar giggled and elbowed Bucky in his side, distracting him from the rest of the team. "Is everything ok, doll? Do you need anything else."

She shook her head "I'm good, Buck. Relax and eat. It's just dinner with the team."

The rest of the meal was a typical team dinner except that everyone paid special attention to the interactions between Bucky and Radar.

When everyone was done Wanda offered a cake she'd made for dessert but Radar begged off "I couldn't eat another bite, I'm stuffed."

Bucky had been about to take a piece but quickly changed his mind. "There's still a little light left, wanna go for a walk around the lake?"

Radar nodded and he pulled her chair out before offering his hand to her. Once they were outside, the table erupted into discussion over the pair. Nat tried to sneak over to the window so she could watch both of them, Sam went to the other window but Steve was faster and closed the blinds while trying to herd them back to the table.

"Come on, guys. Give them some space."

Tony just sat back chuckling at them before speaking up "Pffft, Amateurs. Friday? Could you keep an eye on Radar and Barnes?"

"Sorry, boss. Captain Rogers insisted they need their privacy and asked me to keep their interactions confidential."

Steve smiled smugly while Tony wasn't amused "Excuse me? Override Rogers request."

"I'm afraid I can't do that at this time, boss."

Tony swore under his breath "Friday, we're going to have a chat." He glared over at Steve "You too Rogers" and stomped away while the rest of the team laughed uproariously.

When they got outside Bucky offered his arm to Radar who looked at him and took his hand. "So what do you think are the odds that we aren't being observed?"

Bucky shrugged "I'll bet we're pretty safe out here." And led her down the path that went along the water.

She laughed "You know Tony has every inch of this place wired so that Friday, and by extension him, doesn't miss a thing."

He chuckled "I've missed that laugh but don't worry, Charlie. I've got, an angle."

Radar looked at him sideways "Ok, Captain Stern. I'm impressed you remembered that line."

Bucky smirked at her "How could I forget, considering how many times you made me watch that cheesy movie."

Radar pulled her hand from his "Cheesy movie?" She questioned indignantly. "Cheesy? It only had some of the best music of the 20th century. How dare you, Barnes?"

Bucky grabbed her hand and continued walking "I don't recall any jazz or big band music in that movie at all."

She scoffed "Well it is called Heavy Metal so that old stuff wouldn't have fit in very well, now would it?"

"Maybe but you said-"

She nudged him with her shoulder "I know what I said, Barnes but that old music you listen to is not the best of the last century, unless you're at least a century old."

"Very funny young lady"

Radar smirked at him "You can't win this argument so might as well concede before I have to embarrass you."

Bucky grumbled under his breath before changing the subject "So tell me about Madripoor. What kind of trouble did you get into there?" He paused for a moment "Wait, were you there when Sam and I were-"

Radar nodded "Yes, I saw you revert into Soldat mode. That shit put Zemo at the top of my enemies list but he was back in jail before I could do anything about it."

He looked at her confused "You saw that but that means you were there? Why didn't you-?"

"Yes, I was in the bar but what was I supposed to do? 'Oh hi Barnes, I know you hate my guts because that whore Sharon set me up to look like I cheated on you but how have you been?' I'm sure you would have loved to see me in the middle of all that."

Bucky looked at the ground "Yeah, I guess you're right." Then looked at her "I'm so sorry doll."

Radar shook her head "I told you I forgive you, you don't have to keep apologizing."

Bucky looked at her sadly "Yes, I do. I don't think you understand, I don't know how to help you understand how sorry I am."

He sighed "I know this might be a lot to ask but would you be willing to come to one of my therapy sessions? Dr Raynor would like to meet you, she thinks it could help both of us."

Radar chewed on her lip, thinking and he had to force himself to keep his hands to himself and not run his thumb over her lip to pull it away from her teeth "Yeah, I guess I could do that."

They started walking again, no longer holding hands but their arms softly bumping as they moved before Bucky turned and stopped her again. "Look, doll. The sun is setting."

Radar turned to see the sun going down until it looked like it was sinking into the lake. She sighed softly "It's beautiful."

She didn't realize that Bucky was staring at her when he agreed, whispering "Stunning"

He pulled her to face him and caressed her cheek with his right hand before looking at her lips and starting to lean in like he wanted to kiss her.

Radar felt her heart stutter before turning her face so he ended up kissing her cheek then gently pushing him away.

"Buck" she murmured softly, looking at him with watery eyes "I can't, I um, this is too much. I have to go."

She turned and quickly walked away, forcing herself to stand straight, when she wanted to run back to Madripoor where her heart felt safer even if she wasn't.

Bucky stood there sadly and watched her walk away from him. Again.

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The compound was quiet for a few days and the team tried to get any information about their talk from Radar and Bucky but neither would even consider discussing it as they tiptoed around each other until he finally couldn't stand it anymore and knocked on her door.

Radar looked surprised to see him there but forced a small smile "What's up, Barnes?"

Bucky smiled back "I was wondering if you would be up for lunch, or coffee or something?."

She frowned "I'm sorry, I already have plans. In fact I-"

A booming voice interrupted "Lady Radar! I hope I'm not too early. Are you ready?"

Radar gave Thor a soft, sad smile "Yes, let me grab my purse."

She looked at Bucky "We'll talk later, ok?"

Thor grinned "Sargent Barnes, I hope you don't mind if I take the lady off of your hands for a short time. I promise to return her safe and sound."

Bucky smiled with clenched teeth. "Of course not. I'll see you both later."

That night, after the dinner that Radar and Thor were conspicuously from, Bucky received a text from Radar *therapist tomorrow?*

Bucky sighed. He wanted to ask about her date with Thor, if anything was going on between them but he knew he had no right so simply replied

*Sure, that'd be great*

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Bucky didn't see Radar until they were both standing outside of Dr Raynors office. The doctor smiled when she opened the door to let them in.

"Welcome Y/N, I'm so glad you've come to talk. James has told me so much about you."

Radar flinched and giggled nervously "Great, starting out with a target on my back"

Raynor smiled softly "Not at all. One incident doesn't define you, especially considering such extenuating circumstances. I always try to keep an open mind when someone does something that seems unforgivable."

She moved to her desk, motioning toward the couch "Please have a seat, Y/N. James."

After a few moments of silence she looked at both of them pointedly "Who wants to start?"

Radar sighed "I really don't know what to say. My ex worked with a woman who hates me, to set me up and the man I loved believed her without even giving me a chance to say a word so I left. I wasn't going to stay and watch her seduce him."

Raynor nodded "Running away is often easier, in the short term, than confronting our problems. Considering the circumstances and your past, it's understandable that fleeing seemed like a safe response."

Radar replied sharply "My past? What do you know of my past? And what does it have to do with this?"

Raynor looked at a chart "You joined the military to get away from an abusive father, only to fall in with an abusive boyfriend, John Walker. When that relationship fell apart you left the army and joined the CIA to get away from him. Hurt your back on a mission and ended up at a desk but when a romance with a coworker blew up you fled to SWORD which brought you to the Avengers compound."

She sat back with a reassuring look on her face "Running away is your go to, leaving painful situations behind instead of trying to repair them."

Radar bristled "So I was supposed to stay in abusive situations and try to talk my abusers out of hurting me?"

Her voice went up "You think I didn't try to talk to my father? Stop him from hurting us? Or John? I guess the hours of couples therapy aren't in your little chart."

She shook her head as she stood, wiping the tears from her eyes "I knew this would be an ambush, I don't have to sit her and take all the blame for shit that I had little control over."

Raynor stood "Please, Y/N. This isn't about assigning blame. It's about understanding why you and James acted and reacted to the incident that broke you up."

Radar sat back down with her legs and arms crossed, a sullen look on her face. "In the past I tried to fix things and only left when I couldn't make things better. I tried to talk to Bucky the morning after and he wouldn't even let me get one word out. What would be the point of staying?"

Raynor nodded "I understand your logic but if you had stayed, maybe you could have talked in a few days, after James calmed down."

Radar sighed "Every time I tried to fix the problems I dealt with, I failed. I wasted so much of my life trying to make things better and it never worked. I had no reason to believe that Bucky would change his mind and didn't have the strength to try anymore."

She looked at her hands "Besides, Bucky has been through enough. I thought it would be easier for him if I were gone."

Bucky had been sitting silently, observing and remembering what Radar had told him about her past, aching for all she had been thru and feeling guilty for his part in her trauma.

Raynor quickly glanced at Bucky before looking back to Radar "We all have our ways to cope, James has convinced himself that he doesn't deserve anything good, because of his past, that his friends and loved ones are better off without him so he pushes them away. Like he did to you. He felt like your cheating was proof that he didn't deserve your love and you could do better. Less than a week later he was in here telling me about his efforts to find you because he needed to talk and understand why but you had disappeared and no one would tell him anything about your whereabouts."

Radar looked at Bucky, surprised at Raynors words "You, did what?" She barely whispered but Bucky could hear and nodded.

He grabbed her hands and pulled her to face him "I was desperate to find you, to understand but it was like you had ceased to exist.

The last two years have been Hell for me and I know I don't have any right to lay my angst on you but I need you to know how empty I've felt, how nothing has made a dent in the hole that I carved out of myself when I pushed you away. Women, Thor's ale, workouts, missions... Nothing helped."

He sighed "I've spent what feels like a thousand hours in therapy, trying to understand why it happened, blaming myself for your cheating. I know I don't deserve anything from you but is there any way you could give me another chance?"

Radar pulled away, wrapping her arms around herself and looked down "I I really don't know. I came here planning to get your Avenger shit together and get out as soon as I found a replacement. I didn't want to see all the hard work you've done be lost. Plus, Tony kinda begged. But I still have people in Madripoor and we haven't caught Sharon and I just I I I don't know if I can do relationships anymore. I think something is broken inside of me. I've tried a couple of times and I couldn't open up at all or trust even enough to give out my real name instead of the Legend I created before I got there."

Bucky rubbed her hands "I think I understand that. Maybe we could help each other heal? Dr Raynor has been helping me work through my guilt, helping me understand why I reacted how I did."

Radar sniffled "I can't promise anything, I don't know if I can stay here or if we can have any kind of relationship again.

I mean, you never even listened until John told you and you've been kind of a dick, like above and beyond, doing everything you thought would hurt me."

Buckys shoulders dropped "I know. I was still hurting and wanted to make you feel like I felt. It was stupid and childish and I'm sorry."

He clenched his teeth "Is that why you're spending so much time with Loki and Thor? To hurt me back."

Radar shook her head "No, they're my friends. Loki is still dealing with being a former villian, you should understand that. And Thor, well he's dealing with losing Jane.

Like much of the team, they've still been my friends, even though we split up but I didn't see Loki or Thor while I was gone so we've been catching up."

She looked at Bucky sadly "Ok, if I'm being totally honest maybe it was in the back of my mind that me spending time with them might bother you. Not at first because I really didn't think you'd care but then John told you what happened and there was a pinch of spite in me. Because you listened to him, even though you hate him but wouldn't listen to me who you claimed to love."

She became angry, her voice raised "How could you listen to John and Sharon but not me? You threw us away on the words of two of the worst people I've ever met."

Bucky felt her pain hit him in the chest, slamming into his guilt, rendering him speechless.

The room fell into a silence that Dr Raynor interrupted "We're out of time but I think its been a productive start." She stood and shook Radar's hand

"It's been good to meet you. I hope you'll come back with James, I think it would be good for both of you."

Radar and Bucky left Raynors office and walked back to the team's living area in silence.

Bucky broke it when they arrived at Radars door. "I guess dinner is a no, huh?"

She shook her head sadly "I need some time to, to think, about everything. I'll see you tomorrow."

Bucky nodded "Yeah, ok. Just make sure you eat ok? I can send Wanda or Nat...."

"Dont worry, Bucky. I'm good."

"Ok. Good night, doll."

"g'night"

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Chapter 9

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mass-percussion · 3 years ago

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Gone in a Snap

summary: clint barton x fem!reader find each other in midst of mourning their lost love ones to Thanos' snap. five years have passed and the victims of the snap have finally returned.

warnings: cursing, anger, little bit of fluff

word count: 1,454

a/n: thank you so much for reading my first series!! i would love any and all feedback. also, if there's a want for an epilogue! :)

chapter three || chapter four || epilogue??

Clint opened his eyes slowly, reaching his arms out to embrace you. He found your usual spot of the bed empty and cold, but your lovely scent of lemon and lavender still lingered in the air. He began to sit up, desperately hoping that you were in the kitchen, so he would not have to make his own cup of coffee. He swore that you made it taste so much better, than when he made it. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand, accidentally knocking the envelope off the night stand. His eyes traveled to the ground and instantly recognize your elegant, chicken-scratch handwriting. At the same time, his phone lit up with notifications that the Avengers finally got back to him.

Panic began to settle in his brain. The last time you left an envelope for him to wake up to was when you were still in the dating phase. You two had a silly argument and ended up going to bed angry without solving the problem. You had left him a little envelope with a letter inside explaining that you were upset, so you went on a walk to a nearby park and left your phone at the apartment. That was four years ago, and he never forgave himself for that incident. "Shit," he mumbled desperately ripping into the envelope, being careful to not rip its contents. The letter unraveled from its folds before him as he desperately read as fast as he could.

Salty tears began steaming down his face as he quickly dialed your phone number. No answer. He felt rage and betrayal begin to bubble inside of him, his heart felt as if it had been carelessly shattered into a million little pieces. Without thinking, he grabbed the lamp from off his nightstand, carelessly ripping the cord out of the wall and throwing it to the ground with a loud scream accidentally escaping his throat. It smashed into tiny glass pieces with a loud shatter. He fell to his knees, the tiny pieces of glass pricking into his legs, and he sobbed loudly. The door was flung opened as Laura looks inside, seeing what was wrong with her husband.

"Clint?" She asked. No reply. He continued sobbing while laying on his knees and forearms, his head in his hands. She walked toward him as if he was a scared, wild animal. She bent down, being careful of the glass, and held her husband whilst he continued sobbing. This was one of the very few times she had seen him so vulnerable.

It had been two weeks since you left the Barton Homestead. You made your way from Missouri to Knoxville, Tennessee over the course of two very long days. You had been staying in a little log cabin surrounded by trees for the last week and a half. It was the same one you and Clint had stayed at for your honeymoon. You did not know why you came back here specifically, but it felt right. You were comforted by the memories of the cabin even though your heart felt as if there was a giant hole missing. It especially felt rotten when Clint called your phone. You would sit there and watch as the phone sang, waiting for it to end its tune. He had sent you countless texts and left you so many voicemails that your voicemail box was completely filled after two days of being gone. You refused to listen to any of them, but you did allow yourself to read a few of the text messages that he sent you.

He would send you updates of his day, along with messages that were begging you to come home to him.

'I did laundry for our clothes today. I even separated the colored clothes from the white clothes and added a splash of bleach to the white clothes, just like you would.'

'I made pizza for dinner from scratch. I made the y/n special! Banana peppers, pineapples, and pepperoni, just the way you like it. The kids have the same weird sense of taste like you do.'

'I need you to call me. Laura and I are going to annul our marriage. She is going to take the kids to her parents' home in Tulsa. Please come home. I need my wife.'

"Thanks, Nat. I owe you one." Clint said, attempting to smile at his best friend. Natasha helped Clint track your phone's location. At first, he was opposed to Nat's idea of using your phone to track you, desperately hoping that you would return within the week. However, Clint's heart was broken, and he needed closure from your relationship if this really was the end for you two. He took a deep breath as he approached the log cabin you were staying in. He began feeling a mixture of longing and anger as he knocked on your door, salty tears already starting to creep out of his blue eyes.

You jumped up from the leather couch, slightly startled by the loud knock on the front door, and you went to answer it. You quickly began unlatching the several deadbolts, expecting to see the cabin owner standing outside. You had a feeling that you were overstaying your welcome, but you had not planned where you were heading next. Quickly, you pulled the heavy door open.

"Y/N," Clint said, a small grin creeping upon his lips.

"Clint," You said whilst your jaw dropped open s as butterflies began swarming in your stomach. Clint quickly threw his strong arms around you, pulling you close to your chest. You could not help, but nuzzle your head into his chest. You felt a mixture of happiness and slight nausea. After a minute or two of holding each other as if you two have been apart for years, he let you go and took a step away from you.

"Come in," You said, opening the door wider. You shut the front door once Clint walked inside, completely oblivious to Natasha who was sitting in the large sleek black pick up truck. You walked back to the couch you were sitting on, quickly muting the television with the remote control. Clint sat on the leather couch next to you, leading just an inch or two of space between the two of you.

"y/n, we need to make a decision on how we want to spend the rest of our lives." Clint pauses to take a shaky deep breath, his hand running through his hair. "I know how I want to spend it. Do you?"

You paused for a second. Of course you knew how you wanted to spend the rest of your life. You wanted Clint. You wanted a family with him. Hell, you wanted to grow old with him and be buried right beside him.

"What does Laura want? The kids?" You asked, trying not to be selfish of your own feelings.

"This is not about Laura,"

"Yes it is. Her feelings matter too."

"y/n, I don't give a damn about what Laura wants!" Clint shouted, swiftly standing up from the couch. You could see the anger in his eyes which made your heart feel as if it was pounding out of your chest. Wet tears began to prick the corners of your eyes.

"Clint," You whispered in a shaky voice.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He apologized, leaning himself back onto the couch. He grabbed your hands from your lap, holding onto them tightly. He smiled at the light shining off your wedding rings. Warmth spread through his chest as he pulled your hands to his lips and kissed the back of your left hand. You could tell he shaved recently, but there was a light prickle from his facial hair. The tears began streaming down your face.

"I want you, baby." He said with a sweet smile, tears also began falling down his face.

"I want you too," You said, flinging your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest. You sobbed silently as he rubbed soothing circles on your back and rocked you back and forth.

"Come on," He said softly, standing up and offering you his hand. "We need to get you packed up. Also, the motorcycle needs to be loaded in the back of Nat's rental truck." You grabbed his hand and stood up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he placed his hands at your hips and gave you a light squeeze. You kissed him desperately, trying to make up for the lost time. He kissed you passionately.

"I love you so, so much, angel," He lightly whispered in your ear, then playfully kissing your ear several times,

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a-edgar-allan-hoe · 4 years ago

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The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 3

A/N: Enjoy you beautiful people! Let me know if you would like to be tagged and I will gladly add you to the list! 💕 Y’all, I wanna apologize in advance for my shitty sense of humor.

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language

Part 1 , Part 2

After the conversation, Sam and Bucky decided to take a walk, dragging Zemo with them while you prepared dinner and dessert. You had your classical music playing while you were in the kitchen wearing an apron with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows. Your ingredients were laid out on the black walnut counter, which consisted of salmon, onions, leeks, garlic, tomatoes, rigani, and parsley for one of the dishes. For your other dish, you had out your eggplants, squash, zucchini, roma tomatoes, basil, garlic, parsley, and thyme. And of course you had salt and pepper and olive oil which you were going to use for both dishes. All of these vegetables and herbs were freshly plucked from your garden, which only made the dish ten times better. As for your desert, you had set aside your fresh heavy cream and eggs, which you bought from the local market that morning, along with vanilla, salt, and sugar.

Wiping your hands, you started to prepare the salmon you had caught earlier. You had already cleaned and gutted it as soon as you caught it. Clutching the knife in your hands, you lopped the head off and skinned it before cutting it into a fillet. Removing the bones was always your least favorite process so you just used your powers for this, removing the small bones with one swift motion. After that you spread some lemon herb seasoning on the fillets and let it marinate before checking up on the sauce you had cooking on the stove, occasionally stirring the pot as you relished in the scent of the garlic, onion and basil. You heard the front door open as Sam, Bucky, and Zemo stepped in, lifting their nose up at the smell. Once again your place smelled heavenly but this time of a home cooked meal, only making their stomachs growl in the process as they silently prayed you didn’t hear it.

Sam glanced over at you in the kitchen with an apologetic look on his face. “Aw y/n, you didn’t have to cook for us, you know. We were planning on takeout.”

“It’s no problem really.” You glanced up. “You’re my guests, and besides, I’ve always loved to cook.”

“Well thanks y/n. We really appreciate it.”

“Do you need a hand?” Bucky asked as he stepped up next to Sam.

“You’re welcome to throw over your arm.” You smirked, looking up at him to see him shaking his head with a smile.

The men watched with slight guilt as you worked away, wishing you weren’t stubborn and would let them come help you as you cut up the vegetables in a fluid motion, preparing the food in a precise and effortless manner as a professional chef would.

“Look at you.” Sam smirked. “We got ourselves a Hannibal Lecter over here. You got the classical music playing and everything.”

You looked up at Sam with your head tilted down, an unamused look on your face as you flung a piece of zucchini at him.

“Hey!”

“Keep that up and I’ll add you into a Boeuf Bourguignon.” You joked back while pointing the knife at him.

“Alright alright Dr.Lecter. I won’t.” Sam threw up his hands in defeat, chuckling to himself before feeling something furry rub against his legs which made him slightly jump.

“What happened?” You looked up in concern before turning your head at the sound of your daughter bounding down the stairs.

“There you are!” She giggled before plucking the small black furry thing into her arms.

“Athena sweetie, is that Maleficent?” You asked her. “Where was she?”

“In the closet.”

“Of course.”

Athena turned to your guests with your cat still clutched between your tiny arms. “Hi Uncle Sam! Hi Bucky!”

Bucky and Sam smiled back, ruffling her hair as she went to hug both their legs. She stopped short as she stared up in curiosity at Zemo as he gave her a kind smile, her stormy grey eyes filled with confusion as she didn’t know what to call him. “Uhhh Mommy?”

You looked at your daughter as she gave you a questioning look. “His name is Zemo kiddo.”

“Nemo?”

You saw Sam straighten up as he tried to hold back a laugh while Bucky’s was turning red as he tried to hold it in.

You eyed the two with squinted eyes before correcting your daughter. “Zemo Athena, with a z.”

“Hi Zemo!” She chirped, hugging his leg before setting the cat down and running off to grab her crayons and paper.

You observed the interaction between Zemo and Athena the whole time and caught how there was a slight sullen look in his eyes as he gave her a pat on the head before looking to the floor deep in thought.

“Sorry about my cat by the way. Didn’t want to startle you.” You turned to Sam, still watching Zemo in the corner of your eye as he went to sit down.

“Hey no worries. You got a cute cat.” Sam pet Maleficent’s head.

The men then went into the living room, talking amongst themselves as you had just finished preparing your dishes, popping them in the oven to bake before starting to clean up.

“Ah ah ah.” Sam stopped you. “You go sit down. I’ll clean up.” You tried to protest only for Sam to interrupt you with a stern look. “Sit down y/n.”

You dropped your shoulders in defeat, huffing before plopping down on the couch. With a sigh, you stared out at the dark clouds that were forming, darkening the world around you. It was going to rain soon, you could smell it. You had your fireplace lit up to heat up the place, adding a warm glow to your surroundings. Zemo was seated in the armchair with one of your books that he had asked for your permission to read, War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy. Though he was buried in the book, you noticed there was still that same solemn expression etched in his features that you saw from earlier. But you widened your eyes as you saw none other than Maleficent curled up in his lap as he scratched her behind her ears. You nearly scoffed. No fucking way.

“Mommy!” You heard Athena call out, breaking your gaze. “Come draw with us!”

Zemo was aware of how your eyes were on him this whole time, so as you turned away, his eyes now flickered to your profile.

“Oh?” You raised a brow as you sat down on the ground next to where she was seated by the coffee table with Bucky on her other side, a crayon in his hand and his eyes focused intensely on his work. It was definitely a funny sight to see. “I was beginning to think you two were going to have all the fun without me.” You smirked at Bucky as he looked up at you before turning away with a soft chuckle.

“Here you go!” Athena handed you a piece of paper and a handful of crayons. You shook your head with a smile and gave her a thanks before grabbing a crayon, trying to adjust to how it felt awkward in your grasp due to it’s size. You’ve only ever used the top quality mediums in your art. You stared at the piece of paper that was laid out on the coffee table before you, not even knowing what to draw. With a purse of your lips you tried to glance over at Bucky and Athena’s drawing before you heard a squeal, making you back up.

“No peeking mommy!” Athena giggled as she covered up the paper.

“Yeah. What she said.” Bucky squinted his eyes at you as he nodded towards her.

You scoffed before joking in a mocking manner, throwing a hand over you chest. “Am I being insulted? In my own home? Woe is me.”

Athena giggled at your little act of the dramatics before going back to her drawing. You kissed the top of her head before you stared at the paper in front of you, biting your lip in thought as you still tried to come up with what to draw. You finally decided on drawing a clearing in the forest, filled with forest animals such as a bear, a fox, an owl, a rabbit and some squirrels and birds, dancing and playing different instruments.

“What’d I miss?” You heard Sam ask as he came over after cleaning up your kitchen, sitting down on the couch and peering over at the 3 of you.

“We’re making art!” Athena answered him with a smile as she scribbled on her paper.

“Can I see?”

“Not yet. I’m almost done. No peeking!”

You smiled to yourself and Sam chuckled at how focused she was with her lips pressed tight and her brows furrowed together.

“Finished!” She grinned as she hugged the papers to her chest.

“You gonna show us?” Sam asked with a smile.

“Mommy first!”

Zemo peered out from behind his book, watching with a slight curiosity.

“Okay okay. Hold your horses.” You announced before showing your little artwork to everyone.

“Wow! It’s bootiful!” Athena gasped, staring starry eyed at the drawing you did.

“Hey that’s kinda cute. You should put that in a children’s book.” Sam joked making you give him an annoyed look.

“This is for you Athena.” You handed her your drawing.

“Really?!”

You nodded, causing her to squeal and wrap her little arms around your neck. “Thank you mommy!” She turned to Bucky. “Bucky show yours.”

“I don’t know.” Bucky looked ashamed. “It’s not as great as your mother’s.”

“Please Bucky!” Athena pleaded as she rested her hands on Bucky’s forearm.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” He asked Athena.

“Pinky promise!”

“Okay then.” Bucky slowly turned his paper around to present his drawing, waiting for your reaction.

Sam busted out laughing which only made Bucky glare at him, causing you to smack his shin to signal him to stop while Zemo rolled his eyes at the whole ordeal.

“Hey, I’m sorry man.” Sam apologized as he settled down while he clutched his stomach, amusement practically painted all over his face. Never did he ever think he would live to see Bucky drawing with crayons and managing to create something that looked like it came out of a cartoon.

You tilted your head the same time as Athena, squinting your eyes to see what exactly you were looking at. “What’s that?”

“Oh come it’s obvious.” Bucky responded. “It’s a turtle.”

And that is when Bucky and Zemo heard what they never thought to hear. Your laugh. It was like music to their ears and it filled them with a comforting warmth, like watching a beautiful sunset wrapped in a warm blanket with a cup of deep and rich hot cocoa. The way your face lit up when you smiled was absolutely enchanting. Even though Sam had heard you laugh before, it never failed to make his heart swell. And though the men found you attractive when they first saw you, it wasn’t until now that they realized that you were beyond beautiful, otherworldly even. It was as if they were looking at a renaissance painting.

You tried to cease your laughing, wiping away the tears at the corner of your eyes as you scooted closer to Bucky, trying to get a better look at his drawing. “I’m sorry Barnes, forgive me.” You apologized as you rubbed his back. “It’s just that, it looks like a rock decided to sprout legs and a head. Oh wait, that’s basically a turtle isn’t it? But hey, you should be a cartoonist.”

“What’s on his head?” Athena pointed to the little white thing that sat on the turtle’s head.

“That’s supposed to be a chef’s hat.”

“Why is he wearing a chefs hat?” You asked this time. “And is he...is he grilling burgers?”

“Well you know....” Bucky motioned with his hand, trying to see if anyone would get the joke.

“You know what?” Sam asked, obviously not getting what Bucky was getting at.

“He’s a slow cooker.” Bucky explained, slightly disappointed that no one got his joke.

You let a snort. “That’s actually kinda funny.”

“Of course you’d find a dad joke funny. You’re a mom.” Sam teased you which only made you smack him again, making him let out an “ow that hurt.”

“You gonna show us yours now?” Sam smiled as he asked Athena.

“Yes!” She replied with excitement before getting up and handing Sam, Bucky, and Zemo each a paper. Bucky and Sam took the paper with a smile while Zemo looked up from his book in surprise as Athena handed one to him.

You peered over at the paper in Bucky’s hands and saw the drawing she did of Sam, Bucky, and Zemo holding hands while standing on grass that sprouted flowers, with the sun in the top corner of the paper. She even had her name scribbled at the bottom corner like a signature.

“Now you all get to keep it.” Athena clasped her hands together with a bright smile on her chubby cheeks.

“Awww. Thanks kiddo. Come here.” Sam beckoned her over to squeeze her in a hug.

Bucky thanked her as well with a chuckle while Zemo muttered a small thanks, still shocked at the gesture.

You heard the oven bell go off, signaling that the food was done cooking, making you spring up from the ground. “Shoot! Dinner is ready!” You headed over to the kitchen and slipped on the mitts before opening up the oven and taking out the pots.

“You need any help?” You heard Sam call out again.

“Uh you’re welcome to set up the table.”

While Bucky, Sam, and even Zemo helped set the table, you prepared the food to be eaten, setting the food on their plates in a nice and clean presentation. Once you were done, everyone sat down at the dining table, ready to dive in and eat, the aroma of the dishes and the fresh French bread that you just pulled out making them hungrier than ever. You sat in between Bucky and Athena, while Sam sat across from Bucky and Zemo sat across from you.

“Wow. This...this looks amazing.” Sam approved with a nod of his head.

“What is it?” Bucky turned to you, wondering what dishes you made.

“Um that is obviously French bread. But this is Salmon Psari Plaki which is a Greek dish that I have always loved growing up. And this is Ratatouille, which was Athena’s personal request after watching the movie.” You explained to them before noticing the mistake you had just made, hoping they wouldn’t notice and just go with the idea that Asgard had Greek food.

“Rata what?” Sam asked with furrowed brows. “Don’t tell me there’s rat in there.”

“Of course not Sam.” Zemo commented. “Ratatouille is a French vegetarian dish. I assure you, there is no rat in there, at least to my knowledge.”

“There’s no rat Sam.” You added.

With hope and suspense filling your veins, you watched as they all took a bite of your food, their faces painted in bliss. You held back a chuckle as you noticed how they briefly closed their eyes as the food bursted with flavor on their tongues and almost melted at the touch. It was like kissing someone for the first time, the flash of surprise at first but then the warmth that came directly afterwards.

“Wow.” Sam shook his head as he sat back. “Just wow.”

“....how is it?”

“How is it? It’s amazing, that’s what it is. It’s like I’m sittin on a beach in Greece, like I just took a stroll through a chateaux, like I just died, went to heaven, gave god a fist bump and came back. That’s how it is.”

“In other words you like it. Didn’t need a list of metaphors Sam.” You chuckled as you ate your food.

“Wow, I could eat this forever. Thanks for making this y/n.” Bucky gave you a smile.

“My compliments to the chef.” Zemo told you politely as you gave him a nod.

Your cheeks turned red at their compliments as you finished your food. The only people you ever cooked for was Nat and Wanda, including your daughter, but you were always happy to cook for others. Once the plates were cleaned, you got up to get the dessert you made, creme brûlées, and set down a ramekin and spoon for each of them.

“Thanks mommy! These are my favorite!”

“Aw y/n you shouldn’t have done all this for us.” Bucky gave you a sympathetic look, he felt bad that you made all this food and even desert for them.

“And have you guys go into your mission without having a hearty meal? No way.” You shook your head before taking a bite of your creme brûlée.

“Perhaps I can compensate you for all this?” You heard Zemo ask you, making you look up at him.

“No way. Besides, most of this is from my backyard, no need to compensate for anything.”

After you enjoyed your dessert with Sam, Bucky, and you talking and laughing amongst yourselves, you got up to do the dishes. But Sam and Bucky quickly stopped you and light heartedly argued with you on who should do the dishes, insisting they do them no matter how much you held your ground while the whole time Zemo watched with a shake of his head and started on the dishes anyway until Sam practically had to drag you out of the kitchen so they could all clean up. With a defeated pout, you went upstairs and grabbed the air mattress you had, at least you could fix their separate beds up in your room. While you had the air mattress filling up, you remembered how Steve mentioned that him and Bucky still slept on the floor, so you grabbed the sleeping bag you had and the extra pillows and blankets, setting up their beds as nice as you could.

You went back downstairs just on time as the men had finished cleaning up your kitchen, all of them wiping their hands dry.

“Thanks so much guys. You really didn’t have to do that.”

“Uh uh, enough of that.” Sam shushed you.

“So uhhhh. You guys are welcome to sleep in my room and I’ll be sleeping in Athena’s room. I don’t want to hear any buts. I have your beds set up and everything. There’s my bed and an air mattress as well. If any of you would rather sleep down here in the living room, no problem. Oh also Barnes, I have a sleeping bag set up for you as well.”

“Oh uh, thanks y/n.” Bucky looked at you surprised. It must’ve been Steve who told you about his sleeping habits, he thought to himself.

“Also I have a new packet of toothbrushes and toothpastes so you’re welcome to use that and you’re welcome to use the shower. I have a coffee scented body wash you can use so you don’t have worry about smelling like flowers unless you want to, cause I have that as well.”

“Okay mom.” Sam joked, only making you playfully glare at him.

“Oh and also.” You stuck a hand out while your other hand was on your hip to emphasize the matter. “I can not emphasize this enough, but please, for the love of gods, either lift the toilet seat or sit your ass down, and please put the seat back down when you’re done.”

“What? Y/n we-“ Sam started before you interrupted him.

“Don’t give me that Sam. I had brothers you know. So please, clean up after yourselves, because if you don’t, I will fill your bodies up with cranberries so that my cat will have a delightful surprise when she feasts upon you.”

You turned around, ignoring the shocked looks on their faces as you headed up the stairs, making sure to tell them goodnight before you getting yourself and Athena ready for bed.

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wpdarlingpan · 4 years ago

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-Requests-

Hello! I love getting requests. They are open at the moment and feel free to have fun with these suggestions ;)

Yandere stories are my specialty but I also do other concepts.

I may take awhile to respond to a request due to writing on Wattpad and I usually write on here when I get a spur of the moment idea for a request.

Here’s the fandoms and characters I write for, but if you have another character from one of the fandoms that’s not on the list then still feel free to request it.

-Arcane-

▸Jinx

▸Vi

▸Viktor

▸Silco

▸Jayce

▸Ekko

-Scream-

▸Billy Loomis

▸Stu Macher

▸Randy Meeks

▸Sidney Prescott

▸Tara Carpenter

-Hunger Games

(1-4 and Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes)

▸Coriolanus Snow

▸Finnick Odiar

▸Peeta Mallark

-Hazbin Hotel-

▸Charlie Magne

▸Lucifer Magne

▸Angel Dust/Anthony

▸Alastor

▸Adam

-Helluva Boss-

▸Fizzarolli

▸Blitzø

▸Stolas

▸Moxxie & Millie (combined preferably)

▸Asmodeus

-Bullet Train-

▸Lemon

▸Tangerine

▸The White Death

▸Ladybug

-The Vampire Diaries-

▸ Damon Salvatore

▸ Stefan Salvatore

▸ Elijah Mikaelson

▸ Klaus Mikaelson

-Marvel-

▸ Peter Parker

▸ Bucky Barnes (also choose with or without Winter Solider moment)

▸ Tony Stark

▸ Steve Rogers

▸Yelena Belova

▸Natasha Romanoff

▸Alexei (Black Widow aka Red Guardian)

-Once Upon A Time-

▸ Peter Pan

-Barbie (2023)

▸ Barbie

▸Ken

-Harry Potter-

▸Harry Potter

▸ Draco Malfoy

▸Fred Weasley

▸George Weasley

▸Sirius Black (older version so golden trio era)

▸Tom Riddle (Diary version)

-Stranger Things-

▸Steve Harrington

▸Billy Hargrove

▸Henry/Peter/001

-IT (2017)-

▸Henry Bowers

▸ Richie Tozier

▸ Eddie Kaspbrak

-Wednesday-

▸Xavier Thorpe

▸Tyler Galpin

▸Wednesday Addams

-DC-

▸Damien Wayne

▸Jason Todd

▸Dick Grayson

▸Jerome Valeska

▸ Joker (Jared Leto or Heath Ledger)

-Eternals- (Also apart of Marvel)

▸ Druig

▸ Ikaris

▸ Thena

-Squid Games (1 & 2)-

▸ Thanos

▸ Sae-Byeok

▸ Abdul Ali

▸ Jun-Ho

▸ A Pink Mask

▸ The Front Man

I have written on Wattpad but it still may be a little iffy. I prefer not to do smut as I’d have no clue what to write but otherwise free reign. Nothings too dark so lay it on me.

Suggestions:

Yandere Character

Cuddling

Comfort

Them being found cheating

Kidnapping

Best friends to lovers confession

Parents

Older brother

Platonic Yandere

Older sibling

Etc...

Go wild! I’d love fun suggestions.

Also I can write any reverse-harem relationship (aka more than one guy in the relationship but they don’t need to be with each other) from the same universe (ex: Draco and Harry and y/n, Steve and Bucky and y/n, Batboys x reader, you get the idea.

Platonic family relationships

Feel free to suggest anything, no judgment!

Feel free to ask questions as well

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evendeadlmthehero · 5 years ago

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The Keepers (2/10) “The Hulk and Arrow”

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Based on after the events of Avengers: Endgame and Spider-Man: FFH

Summary: The Keepers, they call themselves. Little children know them as Santa, The Easter Bunny, Leprechaun, Jack O’ Latern and you. You’re Valentine Cupid; a seducing-angel who’s good with arrows. The Keepers have been a secret for centuries, but when one member goes rogue, this forces The Keepers out of hiding and needing the help of The Avengers.

‘The Keepers’ Masterlist

The quinjet hummed quietly as it neared it’s destination. Bucky had stood in the back, adding knives to his pockets and bullets to his guns. He had hoped that the mission goes smoothly. That Bruce won’t require to Hulk out on anyone, and that he wouldn’t have to shoot anyone. He didn’t want to add to his body count.

Your face however had haunted his mind. He had never seen someone as beautiful as you. Your beauty was not the standard of Hollywood. Your beauty was so unique that it had its own standard. One that went above and beyond Hollywood.

“Okay, it’s 1 minute to land. We’re landing on the old Avengers building in New York,” Sam spoke, grabbing the shield from the ground. “We got clearance from the new owner. Lets make sure this goes smoothly guys, no casualties. It’s in, out and then questioning these guys. You know your missions. You know your assigned targets. Don’t underestimate them. We do not know them and they can be a threat. Make sure you watch each other’s sixes.”

The Avengers nodded, standing up to ready themselves. Sam then looked at Bruce who was standing in the back beside Wanda. “Bruce remember, when I give you the signal, that’s when you come in. You will only be called if things go south and the targets won’t cooperate.”

“Well hopefully it won’t come down to that-“ Bruce had spoken, but stopped when he looked outside when the view of New York had come into view. There was a great snow storm covering the city. Snowflakes fell profusely, which were carried by what looked like a tornado.

There was also flashes of fire near the ground but Bucky couldn’t see where the source was. Snow mist was everywhere, blocking his vision. He couldn’t see anything at all but ice and fire.

Sam quickly ran over to the pilot seat, switching the flight mode from automatic to manual. Bruce also walked over, taking the co-pilot seat that had a bigger chair due to his hulkiness-size. Both men tried to manuver the quinjet away from the tornado. “New plan, we’re going to land on the bridge!”

Mist had clouded his vision and he was unable to see anything. He was flying in blind. Bucky walked over to the windows, looking down at the city. His face had morphed into shock when he saw the same old man controlling both the tornado and snow. He then fell back when he saw something flying in full speed passed the quinjet.

“What the fuck.”

5 hours earlier

We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Good tidings we bring, to you and your kin. Good tidings for Christmas and a happy new year.

You sipped your coffee, a blanket wrapped around you as you listened to the radio. It was the day before Christmas, the first Holiday since the disappearance of Jacko. Your hair was a tangled mess, bags under your eye. Yes, Jacko was still missing and you had yet to recover.

You wore your Christmas sweater, black leggings and snowmen socks. You were desperate to keep the Holiday alive, despite everyone being in a gloomy mood. You hadn’t had a proper nights rest since the 31st of October and you haven’t been out since then.

Truth is, none of you have been out since that night. Nicholas Santa and Osterhase had both went out in search for Jacko and Saint had stayed with you. If Nick and Osterhase were to go missing, at least you and Saint would be safe to remain has Keepers.

But they came back, to your luck. However they were the bearers of bad news when they had announced the official disappearance of Jacko. He was gone, he really was. And there was nothing that you could do but wait.

“Maybe he ran away,” Osterhase spoke, when he and Nicholas came back from their search. You sat down on the couch, tears streaming down your face as Saint rubbed your back. Nicholas looked away in sorrow, feeling guilty that he couldn’t find Jacko. “Maybe he wasn’t ready to be a Keeper.”

“The guy is almost 200 years old, Osterhase!” You yelled back, wiping your tears away furiously whilst getting up. Saint got up with you as well, trying to hold you back from doing something irrational. “What would he go back to? Everyone he knows is now dead! If anyone was not ready for the Keepers, it’s me! I had a fiancé, a family, and you took that away from me! You all did! And they’re still out there, thinking that I’m dead, yet I’m still here!”

Your thoughts vanish from your head as Nicholas walked into the room, donning a red shirt. When he armoured up, that’s when his infamous red suit with white fur outlines came to light.

When you first became a Keeper, you always wondered how Nicholas gave presents without Adults getting suspicious about there being random gifts scattered under a tree that they never bought. Then you found out that Nicholas implanted false memories into their mind, one of them buying the gifts for their children. The fact that he also had the power of invisibility also enabled him to remain anonymous.

“Good morning,” he muttered to you, buttoning up his coat. You gave him a little nod, taking a sip from your coffee. You watched him getting dressed, a feeling of sickness coming over you. You and Santa were not as close as you were to the other members, but you were still worried about him.

“I’m coming with you,” your voice just above a whisper. It was hoarse, due to the nights you spent crying. Nicholas knew this, as he heard your cries during the early hours. He stopped buttoning his shirt when he heard your voice.

“Coming where?”

“Tomorrow,” you finished, putting your mug down on the coffee table. “For Christmas.”

Nicholas scoffed, shaking his head at you. He scratched his beard before his blue eyes made its way towards you. “I’m centuries old, I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t care how strong you think you are Nicholas,” you replied back, getting up from your seat. “I am coming whether you like it or not.”

You crossed your arms, standing in front of him in determination. By the looks of it, Nicholas knew you weren’t backing down. And by the slight tint of pink on the tip of your ears, he knew that meant you wanted to cry. He let out a sigh, continuing to button his shirt up.

“How about you and I go to that little cafe in the City you always tell Osterhase about, yeah?” Nicholas spoke, before walking over to the door, his hand on the handle. He stopped when he saw you weren’t following him. “Are you coming or not?”

You stared at him, before nodding slowly. “Let me just get dressed.”

•

People murmured around you as both you and Nicholas were sitting in the cafe. Nicholas was sipping some lemon tea whilst you settled for a red velvet cake. It was quiet between you two, a sense of gloom settling in. Both of you felt like you failed as a Keeper. Like if you couldn’t save your own family, how did you guys expect to save the world?

“I know what you’re thinking,” Nicholas spoke, blowing over his tea to cool it down. You looked at him in confusion as he took a sip. “You talk in your sleep every night since Jacko went missing. You want the Keepers to go public. But you have to realise, that we can’t.”

“And why so?” You told him, taking a bite off your cake. Nicholas was about to speak before a waiter walked up to the table, placing a Nutella crossiant on the table. You looked at it confusedly, before facing the handsome waiter. “Sorry, we did not order this.”

“Don’t worry, it’s on the house,” he replied back, giving you a wink. He walked away, leaving you and Nicholas alone. Nicholas looked at you with an annoyed looked. You shrugged at him. It’s not like you had control over your seductive abilities.

“Anyway, back to what I was saying, we simply can’t,” Nicholas spoke, placing his cup down. You looked outside the window, seeing the sky slowly darken, despite it being only 12pm. Your attention went back to Nicholas as he kept speaking. “The Keepers work better when they’re hidden from the public’s knowledge, from the Universe’s knowledge.”

“You did nothing,” you interrupted him, pushing the plate away from you. “You guys did nothing for New York, nothing for Sokovia when I said we should go and fight and nothing when Thanos had obliterated half of the universe. But no, that doesn’t matter. Because none of The Keepers vanished. Because we’re dead already, right? None of us turned into ash so we didn’t need to fight a battle that didn’t affect us. But what exactly do we do, huh? The Keepers are meant to save the world yet we deflect the biggest battles on Earth to who? The Avengers?”

“Valentine, you know we can’t fight publically and the Avengers had it handled anyway if I sensed for a second that they didn’t then I would’ve gathered the Keepers. We fight when there’s no one else left to fight. Like in London-“

“Who says we can’t be public?” You spoke back, trying to get the truth out of him. He rubbed his chin in anger before letting out a sigh. “Jacko told me The Keeper’s were once living amongst humans, fighting with them, not away from them. We can make a stand Nicholas. We can help find Jacko without being tied down to our anonymity, we can get rid of The Avengers who fight for glory and install a new band of heroes who-“

“Last time we were public, all of the Keepers got killed!” Nicholas whispered-yelled at you, slamming his fist in the table. You went quiet at the revelation, leaning back to your seat. He then sighed, a look of sorrow pooling his eyes. “Long ago, dark elves ruled earth. Without any opposition, without any question. I used to give gifts to little children to make their days just a bit better. My sister, Saint Patricia used try to make people believe that certain things had luck within them, you know, like white doves, four leaf clovers. Just random objects, and she would tell people they had luck within them just to give them something to believe in. And they did believe.”

“My uncle, Jackson Latern, used to play pranks, you know,” He smiled fondly to himself. This had also cause a smile to break out on your face. “And gave us treats. Lots of them. Drived my mother mad. It also didn’t help that his brother, my Uncle Osterhase, who had protruding teeth, give us chocolate as well. My bestfriend, yes my best friend. Valentino Cupid. A ladies man. Every girl, and man, was in love with him. He was also very caring and loved everyone. Even our annoying neighbour who used to steal our toys.”

“The celestials gave us powers in order to help regain Earth from the Dark elves, only if we keep doing what we do. Me giving presents, Valentino spreading love and so forth. We were heroes of the public, until one day,” Nicholas spoke, shaking his head at the memory. “Their leader grabs this red stone, the reality stone, and kills everyone. Everyone but me.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

“You see Valentine, that’s why we do things undercover. We die slowly, in a timely death. Not all at once with one person remaining to gather the rest of the Keepers and train them all by himself whilst trying to deal with the grief that his friends, his family, is now gone. The Cupid before you died, but at least us remaining four had each other,” He replied back.

“Nicholas, you know there will come a day where we’d have to go public, right?” You spoke to him, grabbing his hand. Nicholas looked away, letting out a scoff. “It could be today, tomorrow or centuries after we’re all gone. But there will come-“

You stopped, retracting your hand from Nicholas. You stood up, which got the attention of everyone in the room as you did it so abruptly. Nicholas looked up to you, his faced morphed with confusion as he looked at your concentrated face. “What is it Valentine?”

“Hate,” you spoke, a slight tremble in your voice. Hairs on your skin stood up as every thing around you slowed down. Voices, people and the whole atmosphere had slowed down.

Within a millisecond, you had ran towards a little girl sitting near the window. In that millisecond, your wings has sprouted from your back and your armour had replaced your clothing. Strands of your hair begun to braid itself but before it could finish you jumped, your eyes watching the bomb slowly crash through the window.

You grabbed the bomb that had previously wanted to land near the girl, and placed it underneath the armour that covered your stomach. The final strand had finally braided itself when the bomb went off from under you and your wings that created a barrier between you with the bomb and everyone else in the restaurant.

Everyone gasped as they saw you, a women who grew wings on her back. Many had grabbed their phones, taking photos. You got up, looking at Nicholas. He had looked shocked at both the bomb and your appearance. You looked at him, slowly backing away as you felt the presence of more hate, more bombs and more enemies surging towards you. “I guess today is that day.”

You then took off, your fists clenched beside you as you flew. Your wings pointed downwards as you reached speeds of 600 miles per hour. You were fast, but you could go faster if you wanted. You saw aircrafts, many small aircrafts, flying towards New York. You slowed down, grabbing an arrow from behind your back.

You had three different coloured arrows; pink, green and black. Pink was for love, green was to spread hate and envy and black were the ones you used to fight. They were essentially photon explosives. You aimed at one of the aircrafts whilst flying in great precision, causing the aircraft to explode before coming down.

This happened for over twenty minutes before you landed on top of the old Avengers building, looking at the more hundred and thousands of aircrafts that were coming out of nowhere. You couldn’t do it all by yourself. There were too many.

You looked down, seeing civilians scramble around and running in chaos. There were screams and police were trying to round up everyone and get them away from the centre of the city.

You breathed in heavily, trying to regain your breath. You let out a sigh, your face morphing into determination. You had to save these people. You had to prove to Nicholas that you can go public. Your were about to jump off the building and fly before a burrow formed two meters away from you. Specifically, it was Osterhase burrow that allowed him to transport places.

The burrow got big enough until three individuals popped out; Osterhase himself, Saint and Nicholas. You let out a scoff, shaking your head. “If you’re going to stop me from fighting guys, it isn’t going to work.”

“Oh no, we aren’t,” Osterhase spoke, drawing out his swords from behind his before giving you a grin. “We’re here to fight with you.”

You looked at Nicholas unsurely, not believing what you were hearing. He nodded at you, making you smile. “I still don’t agree, but it’s kind of too late anyway since you grew your wings in front of everyone which will probably be trending on twitter.”

You shook your head at him, giving him a grateful nod. You then looked back into the city, seeing weird creatures terrorising civilians. They were small, stodgy and had fangs for teeth. You had never seen anything like this. You then looked at your teammates you looked as equally as horrified as you. “Okay, here’s the plan. I’ll cover the sky. Any aircrafts have to go through me. Osterhase, you cover the ground with Saint. Osterhase if you see a pedestrian, use your burrow to get them the hell out of here. Nicholas, create the biggest damn snow storm you’ve ever seen. Hopefully that will throw them off course.”

“Got it blondey,” Saint Patrick spoke, getting out his golden encased staff, his green armour now in full show. Osterhase then formed a burrow, before he and Saint disappeared from sight. You then looked at Nicholas with a smirk.

“This is just like London all over again,” you spoke, as you started running towards the edge of the building. Nicholas also started running towards the edge of the building.

“You and I remember London very differently,” he yelled back as you both jumped. You hurled towards the ground, feeling the wind against your face. You felt the cool chill blast as Nicholas formed a snow tornado around him. You then sprung your wings out flying back up towards the numerous aircrafts.

One in particular being the Quinjet.

•

“There’s just too many,” you heard Osterhase speak as you flew back onto the ground. Osterhase, Nicholas and Saint stood in a circle as you guys regrouped after an hour of fighting. “It’s like you kill one, and then the whole family comes to visit for the funeral. It’s been an hour and we’ve yet to make progress.”

“Osterhase is right,” Saint spoke, his hand on his hips. There was dirt in his face and a cut on his lip. You pulled a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you looked around at all the ruins. “We need to find the one source that powers them. They must have a leader or something.”

“Yeah,” Osterhase replied back, his fur now matted with sweat. “We have to find the core of this thing or else we’re screwed.”

“Then let’s find the core-“ you spoke before you stopped speaking. You looked at a figure that stood still behind Osterhase. A familiar figure. But he had looked different to what you had remembered. “Is that-“

You couldn’t complete your sentence, because you couldn’t believe it. Nicholas looked at where you were staring, his face morphing into disbelief. “Jacko?”

You smiled, your eyes tearing up in happiness. Your feet begun making there way over to him. It started off as a slow jog before going into an all-blown-our sprint.

“Valentine wait!” You heard Nicholas yell from behind you, but you didn’t care. Jacko was here, and you were filled with happiness, hope and relief. You continued running towards him, but he had made no move towards you. You then saw him draw his arm back, a flame igniting in his hand.

You stopped, confused at what he was doing. He then looked at you with a dark look, resulting in a chill going down your spine. You let out a breath as Jacko hurled a ball toward you. You felt heat coming towards you before Nicholas had fused it out with his own ball of ice.

You looked at Jacko, gulping as you took a step towards him. He tilted his head to the side, watching you closely. “Hey, it’s me, it’s Valentine.”

“Valentine, get out of the fucking way now! It’s not fucking him!”

“It’s me, okay,” you ignored the pleads from the rest of The Keepers as you got closer to Jacko. You then whispered the next words, careful to make sure the other Keepers didn’t hear. If they knew what Jacko had revealed personal information to you, it would result to the permanent banishment of his title, resulting in his ultimate death. You didn’t want the others to know what Jacko had revealed to you about his past.

“Your name is Louis the Secound, son of King Louis the first. He wanted you to be the heir to the throne. But you fell in love, remember? And you bought a farm, and you raised two beautiful children,” you spoke, your bottom lip trembling as you shakingly reached out to his face. He leaned to the side a bit, trying to delve into the palm of your hand. “You were the first person to talk to me about the past, knowing the repercussions it may bring if others found out. But you still did it. Louis, please, come back to me. Come back from whatever spell a wicked being has casted upon you.”

He looked up at you, his eyes flickering with fire every now and then. You smiled at him, seeing that you may have sparked some recognition in the man’s head. But you were wrong. He quickly weilded a flame in his arm, going in for the strike before you felt the ground below you consume you. You then let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in as Osterhase created a burrow from Jacko to next to him.

“W-what do we do?” You asked the Keepers. You were heartbroken and gutted. Your plan had failed and it seemed like emotional memories wasn’t going to aid you in getting your friend back. “He’s not- he’s not himself. We can’t just leave him, we have to do something.”

“Let’s knock him out and bring him back home, simple,” Osterhase stated before he started sprinting towards Jacko. Saint looked at you and nodded, before following Osterhase with his golden staff.

You felt a hand grab onto your arm. You looked at the source, seeing that it was Nicholas. He gave you a sad smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll get him back. He’s strong, that fucking bastard.”

He then created a snow storm, flying across towards Jacko who was currently fighting both Saint and Osterhase with fire. You let out a little sigh, before you sprouted your wings from your back and flew towards the fight.

Instead of using your black arrows, you opted for the pink ones. Maybe it will bring some sense of love and remove the hate that has poisoned his veins. You flew into the burrow that Osterhase created and came out the other side near Jacko, shooting an arrow successively onto Jacko’s arm. Jacko let out a blood-curling growl, before shooting a flame towards you. Before it could reach you, Saint had re-directed the flame away from you with his staff.

“You’re going easy on him,” Saint grumbled at you before running back towards the fight. You rolled your eyes at him, flying back again near Jacko. Osterhase used his swords, cutting the flames that kept rolling in towards him. Nicholas cooled down the flames that came towards the rabbit with his freezing abilities.

“Hey guys, just like we practised?” You asked your fellow Keepers that were still sane. Saint smirked at you, before positioning his staff. You ran towards his staff, before he used it to fling you across to Jacko. As Jacko was distracted by you and the arrow you were pointing at him, Osterhase created a burrow for Saint who was sucked into the ground and spurted right out near Jacko. He used his staff and wacked Jacko in the head before using the end part of the staff to knock the air out of his lungs.

As Jacko was hunched over, Nicholas used his freezing abilities to freeze his upper and lower limbs into the floor. You landed on the floor before walking over to Jacko. You then stopped, watching as Jacko kept letting out chilling screams and growls, one that was animalistic.

However, before you could do anything, tanks rolled out from behind you. It was the U.S. Army. The tanks had their weapons pointed towards all of you. They came out from behind building, a mechanical road deafening the entire city.

There was 20 tanks pointing their weapons at all of you. You then heard helicopters, looking up to see four. Ropes fell down from them and men and women in army clothing slid down the rope before rolling on the floor and pointing their machine gun at all of you.

“Freeze. This is the U.S Army. Drop all of your weapons and remain still. If you do not cooperate, we will use force.” You heard someone demand from the speakers. Wind blew against your face as you watched more tanks, more helicopters and more soldiers coming into the City.

Another plane, one that was bigger, had landed in the middle of the street, it’s force taking you a step back. This time it was shield agents, donning a black suit and even bigger guns.

You looked back to where Jacko was, only to see he was gone. You looked at the remaining Keepers, there faces in shock as well. He was just there, how would he have left, you had thought. It was a mystery that you had yet to solve. How easy it was for Jacko to disappear without a trace.

A man came flying down with his mechanical wings, a gun pointed towards all of you. He was followed by a man with a metal arm, a women wearing red clothing and Spider-Man. The other Keepers had de-armoured themselves and you were about to as well until another figure emerged from the shadows.

It was him. It was The Hulk, or as he liked to go as now, ‘Professor Hulk’. It didn’t matter to you. He had killed you and taken away your life. You could’ve been 36 years old today, married with your partner with children. But no, you were dead and stuck at the ripe age of 25.

“Bruce, what are you doing here, we said emergency only,” The dark-skinned man spoke to the giant as his eyes were still on you four.

“I saw tanks and I thought it was an emergency,” he replied back, before facing the rest of the keepers who had there hands up and de-amoured. All of them, but you.

You felt your blood boiling, staring maliciously at the Hulk. You grabbed the black arrow and pointed it towards him.

“Woah, woah, woah,” The Keepers and The Avengers had spoke to you at the same time. You felt everyone’s gun click as they all faced you. Bucky watched studied you intently, wondering why there was so much hate filling your face at the presence of Bruce. He saw as your whole arm was trembling as well as your bottom lip. You were struggling and Bucky could tell.

“Valentine, put the arrow down,” Nicholas had hissed at you. You glared down at the Hulk who seemed taken back, wondering why he was singled out. “Put it down now before you do something stupid.”

Your breath was shaky as you continued to stare down Bruce. All the guns and tanks were pointed towards you. You could kill him right now and end your life in return. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t let the reason for your second death be because of the same person. So you let out a little huff, trembling as you put down the arrow, de-armouring.

At your surrendered, the Avengers and Army ran towards you, arresting the lot of you. Bucky had walked towards you as you finally made eye contact with him. He gave you a slight hesitated look, as if he was afraid of your presence. You let out a scoff before bring your wrists towards him, letting him cuff you.

Bucky was trying really hard to ignore the attraction and pull he felt towards you. It felt like he was on drugs the moment he had touched the soft surface of your skin. It took him a while before he was able to cuff you. He then guided you towards the quinjet, a tingling feeling surrounding his body as your dorsal area was in close proximity to his anterior area.

As he was guiding you, you made eye contact with the Hulk. You glared at him with all the hatred you could muster. The beast who had used his anger to murder you. To ruin your life. You could never hate anyone, you were the goddess of love. You were a Cupid, a Keeper.

But you hated him.

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thefrontmanscockwarmer · 27 days ago

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Just Say You Had a Bad Dream (p2)

Player 001 x Reader📸

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Part 1

You awoke the next morning, Young Il already gone from your side. You looked around for the friend’s you had made the previous day. You found them all huddled in a small circle, talking lowly. Young il looked back at you as you rose up from bed. He turned the circle outward, slightly extending the circle to you.

“So, (y/n), according to the last time I played, the next game was Dalgona.” Gi-Hun spoke lowly.

“The game where you cut out the shape.” You repeat. He nodded,

“but these are new games, i have no idea what they’re gonna do.” He added. “Best just to prepare for the worst”

“Sounds like a fair plan” Young il agreed. When the group dispersed, Young il subtly grabbed your jacket sleeve, pulling you into him.

“What are you-“ he trapped you in a kiss cutting you off.

“The next game is a 6 legged pentathlon” he whispered in your ear as he kissed your neck. “Ddajki” another kiss. “Flying stone” another kiss. “Spinning top” a 3rd kiss. “Gong Gi” another kiss. “Jequi” a final kiss.

“Okay, enough” you giggle obnoxiously. Playing off the fact that he just told you the game. You walked into the room where the games were held, your group of 5 already staying together as others rushed to find theirs. You and Young il stood close together. He held you by your pocket, to keep someone from snatching you last minute. Finally, the teams were together and the time went off. The games were announced.

“(Y/n), can you play Gong-Gi?” Jung Bae asked you. You nodded.

“I was champion at my school” you said.

“Good, im good at flying stone.” Jung Bae said.

“I’m really good at Ddajki” Dae Ho chimed in.

“What about you, Young il?” Gi-Hun asked.

“Well, I’ve never played either of the last two.” LIAR! You thought, he was the best at spinning top, every throw was flawless. “You pick what you’re best at and I’ll just pick up the slack”

“I’ll take Jequi” Gi-Hun said thoughtfully. Safe to say you were going to be the last players going, easier to secretly dispose of the all the others so you and In Ho could walk unharmed.

Your long awaited turn was finally up. With a brandished arm and a well wish to the other team, your time began. The first 3 games were successful… until young il’s turn was up. He failed time and time. Slapping himself in the face and screaming at himself. He was throwing right-handed. You knew why, but you felt an insecure upset in your stomach as he did. Two tugs on his jacket told him he was making you nervous. He finally threw the top correctly, the joy coming back as you walked to Jequi, which contained a final clutch play by Young il.

“Oh fuck” you sighed throwing yourself into bed. “I’m beat”

“Too beat for me?” Young il said with a cocky grin, jumping into your bed with you. “Huh, pretty girl?” He said kissing your neck.

“Yes, geoboki” you push his face playfully. He feigned hurt, a fake expression written on his face. “Oh my gosh, stop pouting” you say laughingly.

“No. You said you’re too tired for me” he pouted even more.

“How about after lights out, hm?” You rubbed his hair as you closed your eyes.

“Dinner?”

“Lights out.” You repeat firmly, hearing his smirk.

“Fine” he huffed into your shoulder.

Timeskip: Lights out

Your eyes were wide open, a heat between your thighs as Young il toyed with your pussy.

“Oh my god, that feels good.” You say, quietly.

“Get on top of me” he tells you lust dripping from every word. You move to be on top of him, his cock standing at solid attention. He guided you as you sank down, his hips jutting up slightly at the warm cover your pussy was providing him. A sinful moan left his lips. He gently swayed your hips back and forth on his cock.

“Oh fuck” you moaned softly. Thoroughly enjoying the feeling of him inside of you. His cock stretching you gently with undeniable satisfaction. His thrusts became more feral. His arms no longer guiding, but pulling you flush against him.

“Holy fuck, (y/n)” he groaned. His obvious arousal now pounding into you. He let out moans, struggling to keep the contained. He bite down hard on your neck.

You sat up, placing your hands on his chest. Moving your hips on his cock as you rode him, matching his speed. Moans left your lips as his hands made their way to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your mounds before pinching them gently. You threw your head back, bouncing faster as you chased your orgasm.

“Oh fuck” you moan. His hand reached and wrapped around your throat.

“Dont you dare fucking stop” he ordered. “Ride my fucking cock until you cum all over it”

“Yes sir” you moan feeling his hand tighten. Your eyes rolling back at the feeling.

“Good girl” he breathed quietly. “Good fucking girl” you moved your hips faster, the sound of your ass hitting his thighs playing out.

“Im gonna cum” you whimper. “Oh my god, Young il, I’m gonna fucking cum”

“Cum on my cock. Cum on my fucking cock so I can mix our fucking juices together” he growls lowly. “Be a good girl for daddy, (y/n)” with that you felt your orgasm turn the corner,

“Fuck” you drawled as you rode your orgasm, spilling your juices on his cock”

“My turn now”he pulled you flush against him. Pounding his cock into you and forcing his orgasm to peak. He buried himself in the crook of your neck, biting down hard on your collarbone, certainly leaving a matching bruise to the one you had on your neck. His hot seed shooting inside of you. His body tensing with each thrust.

You moved your hips against him, making sure every drop of his was inside you.

“Oh my god, (y/n)” his own whimpering voice a symphony to your ears as you rode him. “You’re going to ruin me” he says as you slowed to a stop and laid your head against him, a light sheen of sweat covering the both of you.

You moan lightly as he pulls his cock from you. Your spent body being helped by your best friend from high school. He pulled your panties and sweatpants on, pulling the blanket off of you as your breathing returned to normal. He removed your jackets, placing them on the floor by the bed.

“You’re so fucking good at riding” he tells you. “Just like when we were younger” you give a half chuckle,

“No much changed… I’m still good at everything” you say dazily. Cuddling into his chest as he held you. “So geoboki, what’s our excuse this time, he?”

“We were horny” he whispered in your ear. You giggle lightly before letting yourself drift off in his embrace as he played with your hair. His own eyes getting heavy before finally snoring softly, head on top of yours.

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quant-um-fizzx · 6 years ago

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This is When

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Reader has liked Steve from afar and, when an opportunity finally arrives, her efforts to be what she thinks he wants have consequences.

Prompt: I don’t know what you want from me/So careless in my company/Oh, if all that you say is true/There’ll be no getting over you (Tearing Me Up – Bob Moses)

Word Count: 6700 (yikes.)

Warnings: Unrelenting Angst. Reader makes poor choices, consistently. This starts several weeks before Endgame, so expect there to be character death mentions. Referenced Steve x Peggy. Mildest smut.

The bad guy isn’t always so easy to spot. A villain, the very last person you expect.

Steve stands, looming larger than life over the disused conference table. Five years of recently unearthed dust still visible on the far corners. Brittle paper rustles as he unfurls an antique, camel-colored map, apparently routing modern comparatives. It’s just him, a screen, and some papers. Despite that, the room feels full, fit to burst. You opt to leave before it does. Turn tail, spin on the ball of your foot, and leave him undisturbed.

“Nope,” you say, pursing your lips and shaking your head as you return to where Nat sits, legs up and feet crossed on her table across the compound.

“No?” She says, surprised and speaking a little slowly around a mouthful of peanut butter. “He won’t do it?”

Your face scrunches up; eyes close not wanting to see her reaction. “No, uh...nope. I sorta couldn’t ask him to.” It sounds more like a question. One eye peeks open while the rest of your face probably looks like you’ve sucked down a crate of lemons.

She plops her half sandwich down dramatically, makes a show of brushing crumbs. “You know,” she begins, eyes twinkling, “I once watched him microwave a can of tomato soup. In the can.”

“I fail to see how that’s relevant here.” It was probably right after he first came to this century, too, you think defensively on his behalf.

“I’m just surprised you’re intimidated.”

You scoff. “I am allowed to be intimidated. For crying out loud Nat, he punches aliens.”

“I punch aliens.” Her eyebrows lift in challenge, enjoying this too much.

How long has it been? Years since you met him once in passing. Never any real interaction. He may not even recall your name. Sporadic appearances in heavily-crowded rooms, and no mutual dealings before...well, before half of everything went to Hell.

Not much opportunity now, he lives off-site, always gone leading therapy groups and the occasional mission. Still, every time the past few years you’ve heard Nat mention he’s come around the all-but-deserted HQ, butterflies.

Lost in thought for a moment longer than innocent, you spot Nat smirk knowingly.

This is when you decide shit needs to change. Steve Rogers needs to notice you.

“Fine!” You head back out, arms waving near your head in mock surrender.

Striding up behind him in the conference room, you clear the nerves from your throat and, from the subtle flex near his shoulder blades, it’s clear he knows you’re there - that someone is there - but he’s unfazed. He certainly doesn’t notice you. Being unnoticed by Steve Rogers is a skill you’ve unwittingly, unwillingly mastered.

In fairness, he notices you as much as he would most everyone else that’s left. No one’s exactly sneaking up on history’s greatest soldier.

You suspect it’s more of an instant evaluation and subsequent, triaged dismissal: Nondescript person. Location appropriate attire. Behavior within expected parameters. Sufficient security clearance relative to location. Threat level low.

Surely, you’re no threat at all, to him. To yourself...jury’s out.

“Captain Rogers?” You step across the table from him.

He looks up, briefly. Enough to be courteous but remains focused on his project. “How can I help you?”

Suddenly, your lips dry despite the strawberry Chapstick they’re always coated in. “Nat wants me to find out if you’ve made a decision about helping escort the groups next week?”

He leans slightly and braces both arms on the table. Not looking up, he sighs out, “I want to help, but trotting out Captain America doesn’t seem like the way to do it.”

Without thinking, you say, “Hadn’t really been looking for a super soldier to take a bus load of orphans to the museum. Just Steve Rogers: Certified Driver’s License holder.”

A ghost of a smile. He looks up. “Fair enough. Count me in.”

As you leave, practically bouncing from this positive first real interaction, you call over your shoulder, “Though, after you’ve tried to wrangle 150 kids for lunch, that superhero bit might not seem like such a bad idea.”

You hear a faint laugh as you exit.

“You know,” Nat says, right after you tell her Steve’s decision, “I used to suggest dates to him all the time.” She looks wistfully out the window, to a past more than a world away. “He never bit. Maybe that was for the best back then. I was just throwing out names. Trying to get him out.” She says that, but takes a beat. She knows, we both do, that’s not quite it. Not to get him out. It was really trying to help him fit in. “But, yeah, never seemed interested. Made me promise to stop. Stop suggesting. Stop having women bring him coffee, bump into him in the elevator, what have you. So, I promised.” You watch her twist the plastic bag around a loaf of bread and shove it to the back of the counter. “Now, I’m not so sure.”

You look over to the doorway that leads back toward the conference room he’s probably still in. “That seems like a good thing. Probably making him uncomfortable for the sake of a few dates.”

“True. They were good people, not good matches.” She shrugs, a small hitch - one that you only recognize from logging hundreds of hours around her - shows she’s only feigning casual. Quite suddenly, you understand this is a dead-serious talk. “I never regretted making him that promise until you came along.”

You swear you hear an actual record scratch.

“Wh-? What on earth would make you say that?” You look down at your faded t-shirt and - oh, you hadn’t noticed - threadbare yoga pants. Your standards have devolved into If It’s Clean, It Gets Worn. You know your hair’s in disarray, face bare. Not exactly Steve’s button downs and starched jeans.

“C’mon, your ability to adapt? That might be an actual superpower. You both operate on the same compass. Don’t know how to stop putting others first. No compromise. When I saw your letter to Secretary Ross bullet-pointing everything wrong with his stupidass Survivor Mandates? An admin who commits career suicide by telling off the Secretary of State?” Nat shakes her head. “That’s right up there with airport rumbles and jumping outta planes without a chute.”

You really don’t know what to say to that.

Of course, you’d fantasized something happening between you and Steve. Look at him.

Plus, he’s a good guy. THE Good Guy. The Embodiment of morals and decency.

Your room currently has several drained Jameson bottles, at least three weeks’ worth of dirty laundry, a fist-sized hole in the wall from when you received your first reply from Ross, and simply scorchingly filthy porn on an incognito tab. (As a precaution, you’d searched a few vanilla sites too, hoping if anyone ever went snooping through your browser history, they’d be satisfied with that and not dig deeper to find the banned-in-several-states stuff.)

You were more likely to listen to Steve Miller or, heck, even Roger Miller, than Glenn Miller.

You’re convinced you’d turn him off in a heartbeat. Based on what you know of him anyway. A lot can be discerned reading about his life and choices. He is just so closed off - red, white, and blue brick walls. So much in the past.

None of that matters though. It doesn’t matter if you never actually get his attention in the first place.

Looking past Nat at your reflection in the window, you have to wonder how you’d keep it if you ever got it.

Honestly, maybe you shouldn’t even try. Life is barely hanging on. People are either so broken they don’t function or so good at compartmentalization that they don’t move on and just keep trying to resuscitate it, to maintain it.

“How’s your housing proposal coming along?” Nat breaks you out of your thoughts. “Is it too much? You’re already doing that food program revamp plus the international incident monitoring.”

“Nah, I got it.” You have to. You want to. Anything you can do that allows Nat time to track down her best friend and maybe, just maybe, someone will find a way to bring everyone else back, too.

The skeleton crew that remained at Avengers HQ after Wakanda, after Thanos, had drifted away within weeks. All with broken families and lives that needed stitched up, pressing wounds that demanded them more. All but you and Nat. Nat had no one and you had no one worth going to. You’d been just another worker bee before, trying to make things right, doing the best you could for the best people so they could actually accomplish things.

Life is full, brimming with grey mourning and chalky despair, and you really don’t need a distraction. Even if it’s as amazing as Steve Rogers.

You almost convince yourself that’s true.

The outing goes smoothly. All kids accounted for and - it shouldn’t be the highlight, but it is - Steve has spoken with you most of the day. Usually about the kids and their needs. Interspersed, he asks where you’re from. Who you lost. Where you were when it happened. All the sorts of things everyone has learned to ask so they don’t trigger a breakdown.

“Who did you lose, Steve?” It’s common knowledge, but you ask anyway.

He seems surprised to hear the words. Waits a beat before answering. “This time it wasn’t everyone.”

Near the end of the day, outside the giftshop, you spot him deep in conversation with a rather pretty guide. She scoots a little closer every few moments and he allows it. Her hair is brown, soft waves pulled back in a barrette. Dark red lips. Neatly tucked uniform, pencil skirt.

Huh. Okay. He is very much in the past. Even further than the rest of us.

This is when the idea hits. It’s all at once, a lightning strike forcing it to life.

On the way home, you stop by a drug store and make a solitary purchase: semi-matte, red velvet lipstick.

You’re determined to focus on work and not go chasing after him or concoct schemes to run into him. You’re not some errant child running after him like he’s a clanging ice cream truck. You are a mature person with goals and obligations and willpower and if you’ve recently developed a raging interest in the 1940’s, well, that’s pure coincidence.

You are not going to seek him out.

You cave two days later.

Container of freshly baked (by someone, not you) cookies in one hand, you find yourself waiting for a break in a VA meeting he leads. A curious smile pulls at the corner of his mouth when he spies you leaning against the doorframe.

“Well, let’s take a break. Back in five?” He jogs up to you, eyeing the cookies. “What’s this?”

“Oh,” you say, holding them up as if you’d forgotten they were there, “These old things?” While you speak, you notice his gaze go to your dark lips. His brow furrows slightly, then back to your eyes. “I just thought maybe your group would like treats?” Suddenly, you feel silly. As if you’ve mistaken combat veterans for kindergarteners in need of snack time. “Do you serve refreshments?”

His rare smile is blinding. “We do now.” Grabbing the cookies, with one last glance that doesn't quite reach up to your eyes, he returns to the group.

As you turn to leave, he calls after you, “Wait, let me introduce you. Please, stay. We’re almost done anyway.”

You position yourself at what you hope appears to be a respectful distance for the remainder of the meeting.

He’s very good, you realize. Gets everyone to open up, encourages them to share and then to move on. Somehow managing to come across as opening up, but never revealing more about himself than any history book contains.

After, he thanks you again.

“It was nothing really. Happy to do it.”

“You baked and came all the way down here with cookies for people you’ve never met?” That isn’t accurate, but you don’t correct him. “I wouldn’t call that ‘nothing.’” He rubs the back of his neck. “So...I should probably see you home safely.”

Trying to seem not-ridiculously overjoyed, you shrug. “I made it here on my own. I can probably make it back.”

“You stay at HQ, right?”

“Sure do.” “You don’t, uh, have anyon—anywhwere, some place in the city?”

No, you don’t. You shoot your shot. “That’s a story. Wanna hear it over coffee?”

He tilts his head. “Yeah, I could do that.”

Until 2:00 a.m., over cold coffee, you end up talking about pretty much everything except any real details about yourselves.

After you slide out of the booth to leave, he appears deep in thought, runs a finger over the lipstick smudge on your cup.

Three days after shared coffee, and roughly eight hours of big band and WW2 research, you paint your lips and slide on a skirt for the first time in years.

Steve is due at HQ today and, though you don’t know his mission, you are going to find a reason to be in his vicinity.

“Hey, lady,” Nat whistles, “are you trying to seduce your way past Ross’s assistant? Because that skirt might do the trick.”

You run your hands over invisible wrinkles, “Something like that.” You hope Steve makes an appearance soon, because you’ve been so preoccupied that going there had slipped your mind.

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain ca-”

“Shh!” You cut her off as Steve enters. He nods to you. Your cheeks warm as his eyes follow down your skirt.

“Wheels up in 10, Natasha.”

“Think we’ll be back before dinner?” Nat teases.

He gives a withering look. “Maybe dinner next Thursday.”

Now or never. “I was going to make chicken fricassee soon. I could, maybe, do it when you both get back?”

Nat looks at you as if you sprouted two heads. “Uh, sure? Not gonna turn down a home cooked meal.”

Steve follows her lead. “Not sure Romanoff has ever completed a mission report without Chinese take-out, but we can give it a go.”

Nat elbows him and exits, still looking at you through narrowed eyes.

Figuring out how to cook in a few days shouldn't be that hard.

It was that hard.

You end up baking a ham instead. The air swirls in brown sugar and cinnamon. Nat, winking, invents a reason to leave immediately with her apple crisp.

Steve watches the common area door shut behind her. “You know, for a spy, she isn’t very subtle.”

“True.” You shrug, busying yourself putting leftover ham slices on rye bread that you’ll insist he take home later. “But maybe there’s no place in this world for subtlety anymore.”

He looks at you, the lipstick you’d touched up earlier, your hair pulled back. Nods softly.

“Steve, would you like to go on a date with me?”

This time he nods a little harder. “Yes. Yes, I would.”

Steve’s schedule is only open on the many days you give dance lessons at the orphanages. After some shuffling, you get them postponed.

It takes a few tries, but you start to get the hang of this new look.

Little things at first. Subtle. Small. Glossy clear lips exchanged for matte red. A knee-length dress here and there. Belts to accentuate your waist.

You try doing your hair differently. It seems somehow too much. Too obvious. Too...her. You know about her, everyone does. You know who she is. It’s a present, tangible thing, his love for that remarkable woman. And she was remarkable, utterly deserving of Steve, if any woman is. Or, was. They’re far beyond star crossed lovers, displaced by glacial ice and merciless march of time.

But you’re right here and, determined.

You can hear the echoes of your grandmother and countless wise women, “Don’t change yourself for any man.”

Oh, but Gram, Steve Rogers isn’t just any man.

At your third dinner, a band plays standards. Several couples get up to dance. You drop hints like rainfall. “Sorry, I...I don’t dance.” He shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

“Oh. Oh, that’s okay. I don’t really either.”

His place is spartan. Walls dull grey, painted in longing. A few framed sketches. Stunning, beautiful. He says nothing when he notices you linger on the one of her the longest. It’s gone, tucked away somewhere, the next time you come over to cook dinner.

A few weeks in, over potato soup that turned out pretty good even if you were craving sushi instead, you begin to wonder if you’ve miscalculated this whole thing. You’ve held hands out walking. Hugs linger a little longer. Nothing more. Stagnant.

Maybe he just...can’t. Move on. Move on. Move on. Decade-long mission. Try to move on. Make the best of it. Going through the motions, a caricature of himself, of who he’s supposed to be.

Maybe that’s what you admire the most about him. He just keeps getting back up. It’s not that he won’t break - he seems so very, very impossibly unbroken. Too stubborn from a lifetime of fighting that he won’t surrender tethers to his past.

Whatever it is, or isn’t, you can’t stay away.

Sometimes, he eyes you skeptically. When you’ve done perhaps too much, channeled a smidge more housewife than prudent (and you do question why you’ve taken this tact but he keeps seeing you so you barrel ahead) when you’ve silently, voluntarily rearranged and back-burnered your own work and interests.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but you really don’t have to go to all this trouble,” he says one evening, setting the table.

“Oh, it’s no trouble.” It is. “I enjoy doing this for you.” I enjoy doing things for you, but not so much this. “Besides, what else would I be doing?” Cleaning my apartment that I never let you see for many reasons. Actually completing projects. Wearing stretch pants. Work.

He sets a plate down. “What would you like to be doing?” It’s an innocent enough question, asked innocently enough. It’s only you that makes it feel more like I find it hard to believe you want to be doing this.

This is when you realize you’ve convinced yourself these changes are improvements.

Surely, he - who stands eye-to-eye with gods and monsters, who observes the world from a vantage point that quite literally no one else has - wouldn’t be interested in your mundane, day-to-day work. Not the minutiae of clerical work, grant proposals. Wouldn’t endure your ironic love for hair bands that is pretty light on the irony or backtrack on that whole no-dancing rule.

He’d definitely be leaving a Steve-shaped exit hole in the wall sprinting in the opposite direction of the porn you haven’t peeked at in weeks.

You venture another look. His face is earnest. You recall something you’d always meant to do.

“Well, I think shelters want people to come pet the cats.” Oh, god. What if he hates cats? “Dogs, er, dogs and cats. Animals.” Smooth.

He smiles, a little wider than you could’ve anticipated, and resumes placing silverware.

“If you’re free Saturday, let’s go.”

The questions start again during dinner. Having things done for him, his disquiet is palpable, like his skin itches and stretches over knitting wounds. Forgotten scars busted open.

“You do realize it was never like that for me, right?” He says. “There wasn’t pot roast on the table and a newspaper waiting for me. I grew up in the Depression. It was a mug of hot water instead of tea and getting sent to bed so early we didn’t notice we’d missed dinner.”

You had realized that. You hadn’t realized he knew you were catering specifically to him.

“This is how my grandparents raised me. I miss that sense of home, that sense of...comfort?” You fiddle with a spoon, your reflection elongated, distorted along its curve. “Steve, just because you didn’t get it, doesn’t make it right.”

His head draws back, taking you in. An unreadable look in his eye.

“I know you didn’t get what you deserved,” you chew the words, “back then. I just want to help you get it now.” Fidgeting, words feeling too...accurate. “Or, the closest thing to what you...we deserve.”

His hand covers yours, wraps fingers together, entwines. Gives you a tailored version of his VA coaching. Tells you that the world is what we make it. That it can be good and right. That he knows you’re holding back, holding something back, but admits he is, too, that he isn’t sure he knows how not to anymore. “Please,” he starts, squeezes your hand gently, “what aren’t you telling me?”

Slipping your hand out from under his, missing the warmth immediately, you start without thinking. “You’re here and I’m here and making the best of it. Have you felt…” you stop for a moment, realizing something you hadn’t let yourself think before, “...have you even felt real in years?”

The back of his chair squeaks as he leans back against it. Concedes. “Not very often.”

“I’m tired of it, weary of just getting by. Aren’t you, Steve? What are our lives for, if not for something better than just seeing if we can make it to another sunset?”

This is when you think it’s all gone to Hell. Maybe you’ve overstepped.

Wordlessly, never taking his eyes off you, he folds his napkin, pushes his chair back, stands up and comes directly over to where you sit. Bending his knees until he’s at eye level, he runs his hand along the side of your face, thumb tracing your skin, and slowly, slowly places his lips on yours.

You can’t help the smile that overtakes you mid-kiss. He pulls back and smiles, too, color in his cheeks.

It’s all very sweet and proper. Nice.

Then you notice the slightly darker tint to his eyes and you, for lack of a better word, lose it.

“C’mere.” You grab his collar and crash your lips to his. His eyes fly open and you almost laugh but you use this element of surprise to propel yourself out of your chair and twist until he’s flat and you’re straddling his chest.

Hovering an inch above his pleasantly, openly shocked face, you breathe out, “Wanna start living in the moment, Mr. Rogers?”

He does. Three times, all the most polite missionary orgasms in history. No complaints. You do a No-Shame-At-All-Walk back to HQ the next day.

It’s gradual, but somewhere along the line, he starts talking to you. Really talking. About his mom. Drawing. Losing Bucky again. And again. The Strike Team’s betrayal - his team for over a year - acute and somehow still raw.

Days become mutual, together. Not alone. The kind of unalone so stark and bright, like daybreak rain, that it highlights how alone you’ve both been. Like you’d hoisted the cellar door and crawled out of its dank depths.

One night, a man from his groups doesn’t make it. Car wreck.

“Go, Steve. It’s okay. They need you.”

“It’s strange now,” he sighs. “To have death come suddenly, in such a… normal way.”

“Us normal folk don’t often get epic send-offs,” you joke, lamely. Apologize with your eyes. His brow tightens like he didn’t really want to contemplate that.

“The group wants to grab a few drinks,” he says. You know he means you’d be bored, since this version of you doesn’t drink. “I don’t know how long...” His voice is the slightest tinge hopeful.

“Just go,” you say softly.

You wait at his place. Answer overdue emails, start to catch up. Feel more like yourself.

Sometime after midnight, you fall asleep on top of his bedspread. Later, he slips in, curls up around you. Tucks you below his chin. He smells of soap and something distinctly Steve. You stir and turn to him, palm flat on his chest, press a soft kiss above his heart.

“You stayed.” He kisses your fingers.

“Of course,” you say, sleep-slurred.

Before sunrise, he buries himself inside you, tilts your hips, angles in. It’s slow sweat and sweet, limbs tangled and swallowed breaths. Holds your face, hands woven in your hair as he rocks in you. Never says a thing, his tongue curls into your mouth, pushes your secrets back in.

And you fall a little further each passing night. It feels foreign, but warm. Like remembering something you never really knew.

What should be joy is horror. You’ve never been more scared. Even when you’d watched everyone on your bus disintegrate, driver’s hand gone to soot.

Late one weeknight, you burn the ever-loving shit out of your hand on the stove. A string of creative curse combinations leaves your mouth for a full forty-five seconds. It’s all very incongruous with the frilly apron and (useless) oven mitts.

He looks gloriously scandalized before laughing until his eyes water.

He takes you bent over the island and it is anything but polite. Positively revels in you. Reveals spots you didn’t know you had. You scream his name.

Ragged breaths behind your ear. “You’re so close...I want it.” His words push you over, as you clench he loses rhythm, follows.

Panting, pressed against cool granite, confessions carved into stone, you hear yourself whisper how much you love him.

He has propriety enough to act like he didn’t hear you.

This is when it gets awkward. Two steps forward, three miles back.

You barely speak the next day. And the next. Then, it’s the most days without seeing one another since this whole mess started.

On day four, you slide out of your sweats and into a dress, paint on your face, and go lean on his apartment door to wait for him.

Being alone with one’s thoughts is never a great exercise, but certainly not for someone who has been play-acting for a few months. Mentally, you scroll through all the deadlines you’ve missed.

Nat’s voicemail replays in your head. “Hey, I know you might think this isn’t my business, but you’re my business and those kids are my business and, frankly, Steve is my business. You’ve lost perspective and, again, frankly, I didn’t think you’d be like this with him. Please call me. Or, come to work. Both. Both would be good.”

You look up at the ceiling and breathe out. An unblinked tear escapes.

You miss Steve approaching. “Hey, are you o-” he starts, then chews his lip for a moment. “We need to talk.”

“I’m not so sure we do.” You stare blankly at the walk ahead. “I think I’m just gonna go.”

“Is that what you want?” “It’s what you want that’s at issue here.” Another traitorous tear slides down your face. “I know I’m not genuinely what you want.” “Damn it,” he huffs, mostly to himself. “Just come inside. We shouldn't do this in the hallway.”

You move off the door and he goes in, pulling you in at first, then looks to where he holds you and drops your arm as if burnt.

“Sorry.” “You don’t really have anything to be sorry for Steve, except maybe avoiding me for a few days.”

He runs his hands over his face. “I just don’t think I can be what you need. I thought I could, but I just don’t think I’m...capable of that anymore.”

“Capable of what?” You know. But you need to hear him say it, to rip it off like a bandage left too long, gauzy fibers soaked, enmeshed with tissue. If you finally hear it, then you can...you don’t know.

“Oh, shit, this sounds so bad. I want to. I want to love you. There are moments when I think I could, that it could happen, but it just...doesn’t.”

This is when you break.

No rebuttal comes. Your mind sparks but fades. You can’t help but try to hang on, dig in, your fingers clawing at the dirt. “It’s okay, Steve. I didn’t mean t-” “It is definitely not okay! None of this is okay. I don’t want to hurt you or waste your time.” He shakes his head. “I can’t ask you to compromise like that.”

“The whole damned world now is nothing but compromise and it sure as Hell didn’t ask.”

“We’re better than that,” he says, frowning. “We deserve real.”

“Are ‘we’ better than that? You...you are. Me? I don’t know.” You try to laugh but it just chokes off. “The planet used to be stuffed with twice as many people and most of us - I sure as Hell was, weren’t you? - were very much alone.”

He sighs. Brushes a tear from under your eye. “Part of me...part of me is always going to be someplace else.” This isn’t news. You blow out air slowly. “How I feel isn’t going to change whether you feel the same or not. I don’t want you to send me away because you think you know better.” You aren’t crying anymore. You’re mad. “I want to be with you, regardless.” A blind rage, mostly at yourself. Probably all at yourself. “It’s my choice and I damned well think you’re worth it.”

His face is genuinely stunned.

You both really do try. Make the best of it.

Things change though.

Resigned that, whatever he feels, it’s not love. It’s affection adjacent. If a thin line exists between love and hate, then it’s a thick metal girder between love and like.

You double down. Desperate, every word rehearsed, every aspect honed to perfection. Let me have these pieces of you in exchange for pieces of me.

In the throes, one night, you hear him stop himself from saying it. He doesn’t mean to, you know it. He can’t help himself any more than you can. It’d be fighting oceans and tides and lightless moons.

On your knees, in stockings and red-lipped, before him. “Peg-...Pe-...Please...don’t stop.” The pain squeezes your heart, musculature seeping between its dead, cold digits. You swallow it down along with him.

On top of you, wrapped up around you, his hoarse puffs beside your ear. They all sound like the beginning of her name.

They all are.

You could pretend it’s your name, a name for what you’ve become. Placeholder. Placebo. But even that’s not accurate. You’re pure medicine scorching through his veins. You’re this century’s super serum, burning up under the hot lights and sterile space a Stark made for him. You’re on fire, searing away trying to be what you think he needs - but, he didn’t need anything to be good, never did - all the while, over the chaos, Peggy shouts to stop.

You signed on for this.

Because you faked it so well, you’d fooled yourself.

Messy. Misaligned. Reckless love.

You take to crying in the shower. Searching every piece of you, you don’t know what more you can change or give or swap out like spare parts, to finally, finally, be enough/real/alive.

In the fogged mirror, you look. Truly look. A collection of cobbled together bits and limbs. Someone else’s lips and hair and clothes. All yourself and your work amputated. A zombie pantomime of by-gone ideals and remembrances.

You wipe away the fog again. There, smeared and broken among the watery trails, it is all too obvious why he cannot love you. You do not love yourself like this. A monstrous visage, the good parts ignored to decay, just a stitched-up collection of dead things.

He catches you crying sometimes. Swears to leave you for good and you beg him to stay. Every time. Holds you tight to his chest and whispers he’s sorry and promises to stop hurting you because he cares, he really cares, but you don’t think he knows exactly who is to blame.

He is late getting to his place one night so you start the record player. Sway, arms wrapped around yourself as Billie Holiday sings “You Go to My Head.”

On the refrain, Steve comes up behind you. Places his lips gently on your shoulder, runs his hands down your arms.

“Dance with me, Steve,” you say, facing away. Hold yourself a little tighter.

You hear his short gasp.

“God, please give me this, Steve. Please, just dance with me.” You didn’t ask, but I gave up everything for you.

Wordlessly, he turns you and draws you to him. Sways until the notes fade away.

Your heart might not beat for a solid minute when the words “Time Travel” first come up.

It’s the end. Steve doesn’t realize what he’s going to do, but you do. Given half the chance, there’s no doubt.

“Hey, Doll.” He pulls you into his chest. “It’s going to be okay. This is what we do.”

You nod against him. No doubt they will be successful. Mutely, you pull out of his embrace. You cannot leave fast enough, this place where all these gods and angels stand.

Your last mistake is not going to your room.

While the solitary bird flits around where you sit in the courtyard, a concerned Steve overrides security to get into your quarters to comfort you.

When you get to your room, Steve is there. Looks so out of place, like a dog on its hind legs. His face is flat, eyes cold. Silently, he turns your digital photo frame toward you. Each photo stripping away another lie. A photo of you with your parents, another in your toe shoes, two at recitals, tongue out and drunk at an Ozzy concert. Not one looks like you now. Not one.

Jaw squared, he looks to the kitchen where printouts of old recipes litter the counter.

“Steve,” you say, starting to reach for him. He puts a hand up. “Steve, let me explain.”

“You know,” his voice is steel, “I didn’t go out with you because you reminded me of the past. I went out with you because you asked me.”

“Steve, I just wanted to…wanted to…” “You wanted to what? Read about me in a textbook and try to be - what? - fake it? Ugh, God.” He rolls his eyes, body half-twists away.

“It’s not like that.” Except, it is.

“It’s not? Oh, well then please tell me. Enlighten me. Because from where I am right now, it sure fucking looks like you took things you thought were special to me and just, what? Wore it like a suit to manipulate me?”

Near numb, you shake your head.

“It worked...it worked so well and you let me feel guilty about it!”

The shame pushes your legs out from under you. “I just wanted to make you happy.”

“Me? You can try to tell yourself that. No, you did this for you.” Holds the picture frame in both hands, the colors reflect in his eyes as they change. Under his breath, he says, “I don’t even know you.”

Steve nails you with his gaze. “Do you even realize what you’ve stolen from me? What you guilted me into? What I saved and I can never get back?”

Billie Holiday echoes in your brain. The song, the dance. Like a miracle, you hate yourself more.

You are carved down, scoured out, brittle bones bleached in the sun.

He shakes off his anger slightly. “I knew you were holding back, but this?” He points to a stack of work you’d let languish. Detailed housing plans, nutrition guidelines, research and half-complete presentation charts. “I can’t understand why...why wouldn’t you include me in this? Were you scared of not being enough? Too much? Of being you?” He sighs out. “Everyone can have those thoughts, that’s understandable. But, you didn’t trust me with you.”

You desperately reach for him, hold his arms. “I do trust you. I do.”

He scoffs. “The problem is you let me care about someone who doesn’t even exist. Who never existed. You kept “you” secret from me while I opened up to you. You think I let anyone else ever know how fucked up I feel?”

He looks at you in a way you never wanted. With grief.

“Damn it - Goddamn it all. I let you in.” I expect him to punch the wall, but the air just leaves him. He deflates. Smaller than ever seemed possible. “I fucking let you in.”

Everyone comes back. Except Nat. All you have left is her voicemail.

There’s no more times together. Nothing.

It’s always been beautiful, pulsing nothing.

Bleeding out every pore.

In a makeshift office miles from decimated HQ, you bury yourself in her projects and try to resurrect your own until it’s time for Tony’s memorial.

You’re not sure why you’re going. Apart from Tony hiring you, you don’t really know anyone else there except Steve. But, Tony gave you a chance and, while you’ve mucked it up spectacularly of late, you go to honor him as best you can.

You try to stay in the shadows, so you’re surprised Steve finds you nonetheless. Even more surprised he tries.

Looking out over the water, he asks, “Are you going to be okay? Did you find a place to stay?”

“Yes.” No and yes.

“I’m so very sorry Steve. I just wish, I just wish…”

“Don’t, okay?” He blows out a sigh. Hands in his pockets. “If you didn’t trust me, I could work to make you. If you didn’t trust yourself, I’d help you learn to. But you didn’t trust either of us and there’s nothing I can do about that. And that’s a damned tragedy.” He turns and starts to walk past you.

“Steve! Steve wait!” You cringe, your voice echoes over the serene lake. He keeps walking.

“Steve.” You sniff. “Please.” He takes a huge gulp of air and turns partially toward you, staying in profile. Shaking his head softly, jaw askew, he lifts his hands and lets them fall as if to say, “What do you want from me?”

“Can we just try again? Start over?”

How did we meet? How did we meet back when I was real?

“Steve, I’m...I’m so sorry. You’re right. I was more than guarded, I was trying so hard to be good for you. I took what I knew and what you showed me and tried so hard to mold myself into what I thought you’d want. I know that was so stupid now. But I know you. I know you! And I just want a chance for you to know me. I...I...I like metal bands and R&B. I’m a cat AND dog person. I used to tap dance. There’s photographic evidence! They let me back on the orphan program and we’re using it as a template for veterans. I have yelled in the face of the Secretary of State. More than once. My grandparents didn’t raise me but I spent summers with them.” You choke back more tears. “I am actually a bit of a pervert. That’s who I am. I screwed up. I just want a chance to show you ‘me.’”

You cough and through blurry vision it almost looks like he starts to reach for you. Then, his arm pulls back.

“But what I felt - what I feel for you is so real. I’m absolutely in love with you, Steve Rogers.” You wipe your sleeve across your wet face. “I know I screwed up and I hurt you and I have no excuses, but I am b-begging you to give me a chance. Just let me start over.”

He doesn’t move, still looking out over the lake.

“Steve, please, I just want to show you who this girl really is.”

“She sounds amazing,” he says, toneless. Walks past you toward the platform where a case full of gems and a magic hammer wait. “I wish I could’ve met her. I would’ve loved her.”

This is when you know. You’re the bad guy in your own story.

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nekoannie-chan · 5 years ago

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War and love

Pairing: Steve x F!Reader

Word count: 3201 words

Summary: Thanos achieved if objective, can you fix things? What will happen to the relationship of Y/N and Steve?

Warnings: Smut, lemon, or as you know, this chapter is +18.

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Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Those who remained in Wakanda met at one point, nobody knew what to do, and you had to see if the Snap had affected the entire planet or only those who were there, all of you had to return to the Avengers’ headquarter; so you did that.

You were in the headquarter boardroom, you were watching the news, you were daunting, it had affected the entire planet, you didn't know if the universe, as well as Thanos said, you weren't even sure who really disappeared with the Snap, or how to explain what had happened, you begin to discuss what you should do, some said you should go after Thanos and force him to undo the Snap, others that had to find a way to obtain the stones and the gauntlet to reverse everything, others thought that it was better to end Thanos without regard, but the discussion started to get out of control when you began to look for whose fault it was that their enemy was victorious.

“What should we do?” Natasha asked trying to calm the discussion.

“We have to find him and kill him,” Thor said sharply.

“No, we have to draw up a good plan, “Bruce interjected, still feeling frustrated because Hulk had not appeared.

“We are few, we should first gather everyone we meet, try to find Thanos and think what to do,” Steve suggested.

“And Stark? Why isn't he here? “Nat asked.

They turned to see you, no one except Tony and Rhodey knew the hell you had lived in those years, isolated in that room, and you could say for sure that neither that pair can’t understand what you had been through.

“I don't know, I'm not his babysitter, I lived in that room for two years, the only two times I went out is because they wanted to force me to participate in a stupid mission and the other was because Wanda asked me to “ you answered badly.

“Because you didn't want to collaborate”, Rhodes complained.

You opened your mouth to confront him, he was one of those responsible for that time had been hell for you.

“Enough,” Steve said, he was not going to let them continue to hurt you, not to mention that he still felt guilty about what had happened to you.

“Wait, and Quill? Gamora? Nebula?” Rocket questioned.

“Who? “Bruce asked.

“They are rabbit’s friends, “Thor replied.

“Maybe they're with Stark and they are already invited to their wedding because it's the only thing that matters to them,” you replied sarcastically.

“Do you have any way to communicate with that Stark?” Rocket said.

You left the room before hearing any response, you were no longer a team or even people you cared about (really the only ones that mattered to you were Wanda and Steve but you had lost your best friend and all you had left was the person who you loved), surely Stark would have made a mistake as usual and that's why all that misfortune had happened, you needed to be away from them, you felt like it was hard for you to breathe, everything was blurring, you went into the bathroom and wet your face, you breathed as much deep that you could, you would not cry, you closed your eyes for a moment to calm down, finally you came out completely calm, outside Steve was waiting for you, you had not noticed that he left behind you as soon as you left.

“Doll, aren't you interested? “Steve asked worriedly.

“After all that has happened, not really, I don't care if Stark or any of them are dead or alive, the only ones that matter to me are you and Wanda,” you replied.

Steve approached you and kissed you, it started as an innocent kiss but it went up in intensity, I wanted to recover everything you had lost, I understood your feeling because it was the same since he had also gone through a lot while you were away from each other another, there would be time to catch up on everything you had lived, you separated when you heard footsteps approaching where you were.

“Aren't you coming?” Nat asked as he peeked out.

“Yes, in a moment,” you replied.

“Did I interrupt something?” the spy said curiously, you also noticed a little discomfort in her voice?

“No, absolutely nothing, let's go,” Steve replied trying to sound convincing.

Natasha looked both of you, she looked first at Steve as if trying to read his mind and then on you for several seconds, she smiled at you and then turned around and started walking to return to the boardroom, you followed her but Steve stopped you and waited for Nat to come forward.

“Tonight, in my room or yours? “he whispered in your ear.

“Mine, I'll be waiting for you, “you said and winked an eye.

You reached out the others, you couldn't locate Tony, some went to the Sanctum, Wong didn't have news either, until that moment you didn't even know if the Snap had affected the universe or only the Earth, you had no way of contacting anyone, you were completely lost.

The hours had passed, everyone had gone and try to rest, everyone needed to recover energy for what you had to do to try to solve all the chaos; it was strange to be in your old bedroom again, you never considered the cell as a home or bedroom, you didn't even feel that the headquarter was still your home, coupled with everything you had lost in all that time and the only good thing that had happened was that you fixed things with Steve, during those two years you tried to convince yourself that you don´t love him anymore, but you never made it, you didn't care they told you those lies, you still loved him.

You looked at the little communicator that Fury had given to you after the HYDRA uprising, with that you had kept him informed of everything that happened, although in your captivity there was not much to tell, you turned it on trying to see if he had any news but you didn't hear anything, the next day you will try again, you put the device in the drawer of your nightstand.

You looked up when you heard the door opened slowly, you sat on your bed, you had waited a long time for Steve, and you smiled when you saw him come in; could you recover all you had lost?

You felt a tremendous pulse of desire, you believed the slightest provocation would make you run.

He approached you, he pet your hair, then he put a finger your face as if he drew it, you shivered expectantly at what you knew would happen, you took his arm to bring it closer to you, your faces were front to front, you could count him the eyelashes if you wanted.

You began to kiss, you had missed his kisses, his hands, his caresses, all of him, you hugged him while still kissing him, for a moment you feared that nothing was real and when you realized or woke up you would continue in the cell and nothing would have happened and Steve would have already forgotten about you.

“I am here Y/N,” Steve said as if he had read your mind.

“I love you, Stevie,” you said.

“I love you Y/N,” he replied.

Steve knelt by your side, kissed you slowly again as he feared that at any moment you would vanish, then your hands would not stop traveling in his body and vice versa, you two needed to recover all that lost time, he filled your face with kisses, then he kissed the eyelids, the cheekbones, the forehead, the chin, your neck, and collarbones, meanwhile, you passed your hands through his pecs and his back, he continued going down until he reached your breasts, which he kissed through the nightgown you were wearing as pajamas.

Steve began to take off your clothes, but not in a quick way, but slowly enjoying himself, from time to time he kissed you again in a tender way, you also took his clothes off.

You kept touching his torso with your hands, it was as if you were trying to memorize every inch of his body, it had been too long since the last time you were like this together.

After taking off the last cloth he touched your face with his left hand, then covered your face with many kisses, he directed his eyes to your breasts, wanted to touch them, squeeze them, pinch them, he began to caress them without stopping kissing you, then he began to lick your nipples, first the left and then the right, then he sucked in the same order, meanwhile, you groaned

He kissed you again, you felt his palpitation between your legs; and then he slipped a hand to feel your femininity.

You stopped him, you pulled him away from a little, he looked at you without understanding, you lowered your hand to his penis and grabbed him to start stroking him, he groaned as he closed his eyes, you leaned a little and you lick it with your tongue, then you put it into to your mouth causing him to let out a choked scream, you started sucking it with desire, up and down, up and down.

When your tongue licked him he stopped you and separated from you, he didn't want to finish yet or be the only one to receive pleasure, he laid you on the bed, put your head on the pillow, carefully adjusting your hair.

He kissed your body until he reached your lower belly, he approached wistfully and hit his mouth to your sex and began to lick your clitoris and lips, he passed his thumb down your clitoris, you squirmed, then he began to penetrate you with two fingers while sucking your clitoris.

After a while he stopped, got up to face you, looked for your approval, you nodded, then he placed between your legs to penetrate you, he took your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks with his thumbs being careful not to hurt you, you had closed your eyes as he entered you, then you opened them and looked at his face, his eyes, he also looked at you, you started kissing.

He began to move, rushing, again and again, you felt how he filled you, for effect as his pubis slid against your clitoris causing you to groan, as your breasts moved every time he walked in and out, his arms at his sides stopping his weight to not crush you, his hair covered part of his face. It was delicious to have it between your thighs, so intimate.

You raised your arms to fill him near to you, hugged him to feel him closer, he began to kiss you vehemently, and greedily, you both closed their eyes.

A while later with a gesture of your hand, you indicated him to stop, you separated from him, you wanted to change position, you put yourself on top of him and reintroduced him into your sex, he felt your part throbbing against his, your hips went up and down keeping up, he sat up, rolled your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, he took your breasts with his cupped hands preventing them from the moving, bent and kissed your nipples, to continue with the lower part of your left chest, run your tongue through the joint where the chest joined the torso.

He hugged you firmly, while he stroked your butt with his left hand, he lifted you and put you in your knees while leaning and separated your legs well, penetrated you while rubbing the clitoris with his thumb, put the other hand on your hip to have more control, he loved to feel your vagina throbbing and clenching his limb, you felt like your breasts throbbed and swayed to the rhythm of the movement causing the feeling of rubbing against the quilt you like and your sex swelled as if you were going to explode, your orgasm began, at that moment it was as if the world had stopped and your mind had gone blank, he kept caressing you until he noticed that you were running, this caused him to end up ejaculating, you let out a slight groan when he felt like He filled you with his semen.

He left you, helped you lie down, then did the same at your side, adjusted your hair, ran your face with your index finger

“Look at me,” he asked.

You did it, you looked into his eyes, those were the eyes you remembered, so full of love, that you would always be for him.

“Marry me, Y/N, “he said.

You didn't find the words to describe what you felt, in the past, you had thought several times about how he would ask you and tried possible answers, but now you were blank, you couldn't react.

“I know it's not the most romantic way, but after all that has happened, I don't want to be without you any longer, “ he apologized, although he mentally hit himself because he had no ring, he kept silent waiting for your answer.

You were perplexed trying to process everything that had happened were too many things for a single day

“I accept,” you replied in a barely audible voice

He smiled and kissed you, he would buy your ring as soon as possible.

The next day you decided to use all the available technology to track and find Thanos and Tony, you felt overwhelmed because you received hundreds of calls, some seeking explanations for what had happened, others demanding solutions but ultimately you all you felt lost just like you.

“We also need to find Fury, maybe he knows something, “Natasha said.

“Does anyone know where he is? “Bruce asked.

“It was a lot I speak with him, “Steve replied

“I know how to locate him,” you said.

You went to the bedroom and pulled the communicator from the nightstand, you returned with the others, who with great curiosity looked at what you had in your hands.

“Maybe with this, you can find him, he gave it to me a long time ago, I tried to contact him, but he didn't answer me, “you explained.

You turned it on but again there was no answer, you started to worry, and he never left your calls unanswered.

“Why he doesn't answer?” Rhodey asked you.

“I don't know, can you track where the other one is? “, you asked, maybe someone else could get another clue.

That you did, after a few hours you managed to find the location of the receiver, you went to the place, however, the abandoned van was the only thing you found, the other communicator was inside the vehicle where Fury and Maria were traveling, but there were no signs of any of you. On the floor near the van, you found a third communicator, from which it seemed you had sent the message; you understood everything, Fury had also been one of Thanos' victims and had finally called what he considered the last resource, he never told you exactly who or what it was but if he had told you that if things got really bad It would be necessary to call this resource and would come to their aid.

On returning to the base you began trying to analyze the signal of the other communicator.

“Why did Fury give you that?” Rhodes asked abruptly.

“Because he trusted me more than you,” you answered in a bad way.

“There is nothing logical ...” he started.

“When I was 20 years old, the Sentinel Program was active, they chased me and Fury saved me, taught me to be a spy, he knew me better than you and your little friend and he knew that I’m trustworthy and I would never betray him” You sentenced raising your voice.

Everyone saw you, you used to be calm so your reaction surprised them, and Natasha took you by the arm and pulled you out of the room to prevent the discussion from continuing.

“Is everything okay? “He asked once outside.

“Yes, of course, within the circumstances, “you replied

“I can't believe he disappeared too, “she said.

“Nor I.

“It must have been hell for you all that time, “said Nat.

“You have no idea,” you replied.

“I missed you, I mean, Wanda, Steve and I missed you; everything has always been more fun with you, “he confessed.

“Sure, I missed you too, without you it was boring to be there,” you said.

“I tried to find you but it never occurred to me that you were here, you know you can count on me for anything, right?”

“Yes, thanks,” you thanked.

You had noticed that Nat had been behaving a little strangely, but you attributed it to the situation you were living.

It had been five days from here you found the communicators until the only one that was working went out, Steve gave the order to don´t stop transmitting the signal; nobody knew who was directed, however you hoped that the receiver had not disappeared as well.

A blonde woman appeared a few minutes later asking about Fury; having a dialogue was somewhat complicated, but you finally succeeded and explained what happened.

You spent hours talking about possible plans to solve the situation, none would work and had no clues nor the slightest idea ofhow to fix the situation; until one day Pepper entered informing them that she had received a message from Tony although you did not know how to get to him. Carol offers to bring him back and that is exactly what he did.

After they checked Stark's condition, you could hear the discussion he had with your fiancé from outside the room, you didn't think you could stand being in the same room as the couple who had made your life impossible in recent years and it suddenly seemed that there was a small commotion inside the room; outside you were trying to decipher at what point everything had been ruined, however, that didn't matter anymore, you were trying to distract yourself a little but you didn't really succeed.

“What happened in there? “ You asked when you saw Steve approach you

“Stark is not well, “your fiancé announced.

“Hmm, “you thought something more important had happened.

“But the blue woman ... Nagini, she knows where we can find Thanos, “he informed you.

“Her name is Nebula”, you corrected him.

Steve saw you, and then he laughed, he confused the name.

“How we go?” you ask.

“In the Danvers’ spaceship” answered as it was obvious.

“But she didn´t arrive in a spaceship,” you said.

“So we should look the way to fix the spaceship that Stark arrived”

When the spaceship was fixed you went to the “The Garden”, the hope to return all to the normality was vanished when Thanos said that the stones were reduced to atoms, finally, Thor finished the enemy.

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