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lovelyirony · 5 years ago

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omg the marina & the diamonds prompt list ! eye know you said pairing but can i get “Get what I want ‘cause I ask for it/not because I’m really that deserving of it” -Primadonna with Steve and whomever you want or solo? 👀 thanks, legend!

Jess you know i’ll do literally Whatever You Want

Steve is Fine. Of course he is. That’s how people are. All the time. Fine.

Except everything is gone. He keeps looking for things that aren’t there. He broke an egg beater. (If it wasn’t run by electricity, he probably just would’ve over-whipped his eggs.)

He keeps picking up shirts that look like his size and then he looks at himself in the mirror and it’s wrong. Too small. Too big. Too...

He doesn’t want to admit he has a problem. Because he doesn’t. Tons of men from the Great War came home and screamed in their sleep. That’s just what war does. He’ll get over it.

He doesn’t know why they keep calling it World War I. Not until he realizes that his war was the second one.

He looks at photographs that seem incredibly old. His fingers trace faces delicately. He knows that the photos are old. But they are not. He remembers wanting his picture taken with his Ma, remembers that it was too expensive and unnecessary.

And now...he’s like a man with everything.

“Let’s hear it for Captain America!”

He can hear the ghost of that ringing in his ears. He wasn’t looking at Bucky at the time, too focused on Peggy and winning and finally doing something.

There’s no time. Time runs out. Or he has all the time in the world.

Depends on if he’s optimistic about being frozen solid for seventy-odd years.

People pay for things for him. He gets free hot dogs. He doesn’t exactly mind it, but he doesn’t need four. So he gives the extra to the men with the signs on the streets, and feels guilty for a brief moment that he remembers signs like these from before.

Steve is Fairly Sure he doesn’t deserve a lot of what he has.

He gets his own place at Stark Tower. Avengers Tower? He’s not sure if it’s renamed. Tony left up the “A” and nothing else.

He has a nice mattress. He doesn’t sleep on it. Carpet’s soft enough as it is. The AI (which holy fuck) asks if he would like any physician or therapy. It would benefit him, so the story goes.

“I’m fine,” Steve says. “Just not used to modern mattresses, right?”

Right?

Jarvis doesn’t call him out on it.

He doesn’t tell the team he’s getting about three hours of sleep. Captain America doesn’t need sleep. All he needs is justice, truth, and the American Way, whatever the fuck that means.

(But Steve Rogers? God, he needs sleep so badly.)

It’s not until he’s sitting at the kitchen table at five in the morning that Tony comes in.

Tony looks terrible, no beating around the bush. He has deep purple ringing his eyes, his hair is stuck up in every direction from frustration, and he sees Steve.

“You too?”

“Depends on what it is,” Steve says carefully. “You already awake or up early?”

“Yes.”

Steve snorts and takes a bite from his yogurt.

“You on your daily do-good run?” Tony asks.

“No. Don’t go this late.”

“Hardy har har,” Tony responds. “I know it’s bullshit, Steve.”

“Which part?”

“Everything,” Tony says. “You’re getting used to a brand new environment and what, you don’t lash out? You keep saying ‘golly’ which I know has to grate on your nerves. You’re performing for expectation.”

Hit it right on the nose. Steve tenses.

“And?”

“Take it from someone who was trained to do that since they were three, it doesn’t go as well as you think it should,” Tony says. “So, how much sleep have you lost?”

“I got an hour and a half, if that counts,” Steve offers.

“Because this is me, I am not sad for you,” Tony says. “Can I ask how you are?”

“Fine.”

Tony smiles to himself.

“How many times have you said fine and not meant it? I’ve said probably a million times, without exaggeration.”

“In this time? Probably over a thousand,” Steve says. “You...get it?”

“No one comes back from war okay,” Tony says. “Especially not you. You got held up on a pedestal and no one ever took you off. Including yourself. You think that Captain America is a better than Steve Rogers ever could be.”

“And you know this how?”

“Well you don’t see me stop improving on Iron Man suits, now do you?” Tony asks, a bitter smile on his face. “But enough moping, let’s do something Steve.”

Tony and Steve.

Not Captain America.

Tony makes Steve bake cookies with him without a recipe.

“I wanna see how quickly we can fuck it up.”

(Answer: in five minutes.)

Steve actually goes and sees a therapist.

He finds out that he has a lot of bad coping mechanisms, including sleeping on a carpet.

“I don’t care that it’s a billionaire’s carpet, it still should suck,” Bill says. Bill is a nice therapist. He got Steve to try creamer in his coffee.

So Steve goes mattress shopping with Tony, who demands luxury and also gets Steve a stiffer mattress that he has the best sleep of his life on.

Steve is the one who gets Tony out of a lab-haze by making his own bar and naming drinks the worst thing in the world.

“Why is this one called “Hurricane But Green?” Tony asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I wanted green food coloring,” Steve answers. “Now drink it and tell me if it tastes like shit.”

Tony orders another.

They both tease each other, and the teamwork generally gets better.

Steve starts getting things that he likes, and he doesn’t feel guilty for it.

The first thing he buys is a set of charcoals.

And he starts to do a portrait of his family. All of them.

#lovelyirony writes #i assume this could be stevetony if one so desired #bc fuck it quarantine i'm doing what i want again on this fuckin blog #stevetony friendship #jess you literal genius (and i'm not talkin about me)#steve rogers #trauma #post brought to you by articles about ill-adjustment and my own imaginations #also YES i did watch the 'let's hear it for captain america!' clip and get sad #tony stark #Steve is literally not okay at any point in time he's the worst adjusted bastard this century #and that's saying something

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canarypoint · 3 years ago

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maybe reader is bestfriends with yelena and finds her to be the most badass person she knows, but kate has a crush on r and is stupidly jealous trying to impress her skdkakdmasm

a/n: hcs are not my thing but i had too many ideas that wouldn't fit one drabble lmao anyways i got super carried away and forgot all of my ideas as i was writing. i have no idea what this is i'm sorry. one more thing, i will d*e before i have yelena call kate anything other than "Kate Bishop" exactly like that

warning(s): poor attempt(s) at humor, i'm not funny lol, jealous kate is adorable, all lower case bc i felt like it, yelena is asexual and aromantic, HAWKEYE (INCLUDING EPISODE 5) SPOILERS, mentions of (nat's) death, the snap/blip/whateverthefuck the iw/endg*me events are called, not proofread, let me know if i missed anything

pairing(s): kate bishop x fem!widow!reader, yelena belova x platonic!reader

you met yelena a few months after she and her family took down the red room

you were a widow too, which really sucked, but on the bright side-

instant best friends

melina and alexei adore you

eventually yelena introduced you to nat, and now you have a big sister :)

a/n: my hcs my rules nat survived or got brought back or whatever idk you decide

yelena and you worked together to get integrated into society (she was much better and much faster than you at it)

nat also helped a lot

she introduced you to the james bond franchise

very disappointed (but also highly amused bc she's actually just a softie under her rough 'i'm-an-ex-assassin-turned-shield-agent-turned-avenger' persona) when all you did was whine about the inaccuracies

but now it's your thing :)

anyways back to yelena-

she's the neediest person you've ever met

fanny (her dog) is less of an attention wh*re than her

like honestly you could be doing anything and she'll walk into your room, sit on your bed (regardless of whether you're still in it or not) and just cuddle whatever part of you she can reach

she gives no fucks about awkwardness

it gets to a point where people don't know if you're dating or not

which is like, fine, y'know? neither of you really try to correct people (at least not anymore), except she's ace and aro and isn't interested in dating, and at this point it would be weird to date you

(she said that in the nicest way she could and nat still scolded her for half an hour about politeness and manners, all while you stood in a corner laughing your ass off at the entire situation)

plus you're convinced she's way out of your league

like that woman (yelena, nat too, but specifically yelena) is so. fucking. awesome.

you've watched her take people out with nothing but a paper clip and a teddy bear

(the teddy bear was just for show)

so yes the woman is a badass and you will fight anyone that argues otherwise

excluding nat, but even she knows how badass her sister is

but anyways the snap happens while you and yelena are at some widow's house or something (you're not entirely sure the situation was very confusing)

and then you return and five years have passed?? and the widow-maybe-not-widow has a husband? and a kid?

and apparently nat died but then somehow got brought back to life? or was like... unkilled?

at least yelena used the word "unkilled"

nat said her soul was traded for the soul stone and then captain america traded it back for her soul??? it was a very very rough conversation

so anyways after you and yelena got caught up you met hawkeye

that was interesting

you accidentally scared him bc his hearing aids were off so he tried killing you with a quarter

that was fun

you're now 25¢ richer (more like less-poor)

and then clint's partner? sidekick? protege?? walked in

instant heart eyes

from both of you

neither of you knew

the others immediately started making bets

you... did not realize you were in love

you've never been in love before! how were you supposed to know that feeling was romantic attraction!? no one taught you that!

kate on the other hand

fucking WHIPPED

like you got a papercut once (it was yelena's fault :( she threw an envelope at you instead of nat)

kate flipped out

literally almost flipped a table trying to get to you with an entire, brand new first aid kit

it was hilarious but you were too busy pouting at yelena to notice

a week later yelena and nat were sparring, so obviously you were sitting on the bench taking notes because oh my god it's THE natasha romanoff in a spar right in front of you???

also yelena had this one trick you couldn't master so you were studying her fighting moves (also just so you could finally beat her in a fight)

kate did not like that

well more like she didn't like that she was like 10 feet away sparring with clint and you just barely missed her flipping him over her shoulder (and accidentally almost dislocating his in the process)

it's fine he was fine clint is FINE

but yeah you didn't notice her and it hurt :')

clint finds the entire situation hilarious

yelena wants to help but she's protective and doesn't want kate to break your heart (you're fragile. even if you aren't. you're fragile, to her at least)

nat is also protective, but she also has more confidence in your ability to recover from heartbreak than her sister does LKSHFKGDF

so she decides to take pity on kate (for your sake) and help her

but nat isn't really one for "dating" all that much and only really knows what she's had to learn for missions, so she tells kate to just "put the truth out there. no big deal, she feels the same way. you're welcome"

kate did not follow nat's advice

she just kept pining

and getting jealous

somehow it became a vicious cycle

but then one day, team widowhawk (clint and kate voted for team hawkwidow but it was 3 vs 2 so guess who won 🙃) had to take down a smuggling ring or something

and you and yelena ended up having to pretend to be each other's date to the event

it was awkward for everyone

but it was the push kate needed to finally admit her feelings

only she got scared, started rambling, and then kissed you mid-sentence (it was her sentence?? she cut herself off by kissing you and it was so funny yes the others recorded it)

then you started kissing her back (just because you know nothing about dating doesn't mean you don't know how to kiss, kate learned that night)

and suddenly she realized she was kissing you without consent

so she pulled back and started apologizing

which only led to more rambles and she was literally on the verge of tears

"katie it's fine, you can kiss me all you want" -you

"i thought i told you not to call me that" -kate, wiping her tears

"you did, but i'm not gonna stop unless you make me" -you said with a wink

she did not get the hint until yelena yelled, "Kate Bishop, she wants you to kiss her again"

and then she did

and yelena said "see? you are funny sometimes, Kate Bishop!"

and now you have a reckless dumbass of a girlfriend to look after and kate has a dumbass ex-assassin girlfriend to look after

#wow i got carried away #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop imagine #yelena belova x platonic!reader #natasha romanoff x platonic!reader #clint barton x platonic!reader #woha i wrote this #i'm scared to post this but i'm also too emotionally drained to care

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beyondspaceandstars · 4 years ago

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While You Sleep

Chapter 4

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: angst, mention of violence, slow burn Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

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Hope was surprisingly actually kept alive as suddenly you were seeing the blonde-haired super soldier every morning. Sometimes even in the afternoon. While his order never changed -- quite the man with a plan as he certainly liked to stick to a routine -- he became much more talkative.

It started out as the littlest things. Steve would bid you a good morning or ask you about some breaking news he saw the other day. You entertained the chit-chat quite well in between orders. Steve had practically taken over the seat at the bar, the same one you had offered him that one nerve-wracking day.

Wondering what he would ask you about each day certainly helped to keep your mind off things. Granted, it didn’t totally block out the fact you were speaking to your soulmate’s best friend, but the conversations mixed with that tinge of hope sure did keep thought about the nightmares at bay.

Nothing was exactly progressing or regressing with the nightmares. They were at a sort of standstill in your mind. They were filled with violence but still were of older times, decades ago. The emotions, though, were not letting up. If you didn’t wake up with vivid imagery of knives being flung and guns being loaded, you sure did wake up with a roller coaster of feelings rushing through you.

But what was felt from your soulmate didn’t exactly align with what the nightmares told. The small glimpses of Bucky’s eyes as the Winter Soldier wasn’t filled with… anger, sadness, regret. They were just… eyes. They held little to nothing outside of stoic determination. If lines were getting crossed, you weren’t sure. You still walked around feeling like a freakshow on display despite the fact no one, especially your coworker who had seen you initially crash and burn, ever asked you about the soulmate “dreams.”

Well, that was until Steve started getting more comfortable at the coffee shop.

One afternoon, he had apparently decided to get bold. He was lounging at the little bar area and you could feel his eyes watching you clean up some syrup bottles.

Steve broke the silence, asking you something that he typically always did: “How are you?”

You shrugged with your back still facing him. “I’m doing okay, Steve. How are you?”

“No,” he let out an awkward cough. Your brows furrowed as you turned to him, abandoning your task. “How are you?” He asked with such a pointed look that your heart sank.

You fumbled with the rag you were still holding, trying to look anywhere but at Steve -- but his demanding presence didn’t allow for it.

“If I’m being honest, not much is getting better,” you admitted. “I still see things, sure, but it's really about the feelings I get. They are so strong but I don’t know how. The dreams are like old memories or something, I’m not sure anymore.”

Steve nodded then looked down at his lukewarm coffee. You didn’t know how he didn’t get tired of that stuff, but you were past thinking he actually came in for the coffee anymore.

“Thought they would’ve lightened up by now,” Steve eventually said. Your eyes shot to him. Every other word out of this man’s mouth seemed to stun you. You were nearly convinced he knew everything.

You wanted to tread on this, but carefully.

“Why…” you sighed. “Why do you say that?”

“Hmm?” Steve hummed as if he didn’t hear your question. Your eyes narrowed in confusion.

“I asked, why do you say that?”

He looked away, this time at the lines of syrup bottles behind you. He seemed lost in thought, his eyes shining with concern. Maybe he just needed that push and you wanted him to confirm… something, anything.

Steve snapped back to you suddenly. “Just thought since it’s been a few weeks it’d be better.”

You looked to the ceiling, taking a deep breath. “Steve, do you-,”

You were abruptly cut off by Steve getting up and placing his empty coffee mug on the counter. “Thanks for the coffee.” That was his final parting words for the day before he walked out of the shop, leaving you standing there confused and annoyed.

But this wasn’t going to be over. Especially not after you went home that night, settled into bed, and gave into the nightmares. While still past memories, they were only a few years old. And featured Steve. Flashed of a bruised, tragic-looking Captain America played out quickly. The feelings washing over you were those of strong love but even stronger regret. Everything pounded in you as the nightmares played, coming in a weird kaleidoscope of clips. The hurt you felt was overwhelming. But there was also just so much… Worry. Fear. Your soulmate was afraid. Afraid of what exactly, you didn’t know, but he was consumed.

You woke up in the early morning hours, heart pounding, feeling raw from that nightmare. Everything felt powerful like the final straw was snapped in you. You needed stuff to lessen and, supposedly, that could come with actually meeting your soulmate. You didn’t know the logistics of it all, people had been so vague as they preferred to fawn over and treasure the initial dreams, but there were ideas out there about how once soulmates formally met they created new shared dreams. Together, through the connection. These could be just as bad or they could be just as good as the original telepath. No matter the fact, you needed something. You were begging for this pull to loosen. The world was setting you up with this man and you had to see about it. Maybe get some kind of closure, at least. You were exhausted from playing it safe with Steve. Everything from his dumbass vague phrases to his hovering gaze gave you your answers.

You were once again a woman on a mission, but this time you couldn’t hide behind a coffee counter and brewing espresso.

You called out of work but showed up at opening time. Your coworker stared at you in surprise when the bell rang but you just gave her a wave and made yourself comfortable at a table right by the door. You sat very still, staring at the glass door, watching the patrons.

A glance at the clock told you Steve was late for his usual coffee run but you weren’t giving in. If he had any inkling about your confusion he would show, be the confident man he could be and face you.

Thankfully, you were correct. It was mid-morning by the time Steve strolled in, definitely not surprised to see you patiently waiting. Your eyes locked immediately as he gave a defiant sigh. But he didn’t bypass you for the counter. Instead, after you gave a single nod, he sat at the table, directly across from you.

“Good morning,” Steve greeted you but he lacked that award-winning smile he always gave with it.

“Good morning,” you said, suddenly feeling iffy under his gaze. You had to practically shake yourself out of it to get back on track. You weren’t backing out, not after what you had felt last night. This would consume you after so many years. Your soulmate was going to consume you if you didn’t man up. “I think we need to talk.”

Steve nodded. “I agree.”

You sighed, a bit relieved. He possibly did know, your suspicions were confirmed. “These nightmares I have - they’re about-,”

“Bucky,” Steve answered so simply, you were almost jealous by how the name rolled off his tongue with ease. That was your soulmate and you could barely talk about him. But that was ending, you reminded yourself. Right now, you were taking steps. Life had become a whirlwind but maybe you needed it.

“Yes,” you confirmed. “Everything I see it’s from his days as… you know what.”

“The Winter Soldier.”

You groaned in annoyance with yourself. “I’m sorry, this is just so weird for me,” you said. “I just learned the other day him and I are… And it’s a lot. Everything is a lot. I see and feel so much in the nightmares that I needed to make progress or something but, truthfully, I don’t know how to go about any of this.”

Steve nodded, his eyes looking very sympathetic. He leaned forward, his arms now resting on the surface. You shifted in your seat, staring down at the wood patterns of the table. Steve didn’t seem to mind the lack of eye contact, though, as he began.

“I’ve known about you for a while,” Steve admitted. “When Bucky began getting back to himself he would talk about you every now and then. I-I don’t know when he realized it but he’d tell me bits of what he thought you looked like, where you went to school, the coffee shop you were always in… And, well, it didn’t take long for me to realize it was you he was seeing in dreams. But he doesn’t know that I see you nearly every day,” Steve let out a light chuckle, almost in disbelief of himself. “And he certainly doesn’t know the dreams he’s relaying to you. I don’t think he’s ever thought about it, honestly.”

Your heart jumped knowing your soulmate actually knew about you. Saw you. Got the loveliest dreams about you. It made you feel pretty good, really. You were glad you were giving him something light, relaxing, after everything he had seen. Maybe that was a fair trade. As long as your soulmate was okay.

“He doesn’t know I see all those… Things?” You asked, your voice dropping a bit timidly.

Steve sighed, shaking his head. “If I had to guess, it would have something to do with the fact that he’s remembering everything,” he said. “Everything he had done, the people and violence… All that comes back to him. He’s said he remembers it all. That’s probably the feelings you’re getting with the nightmares - him handling the aftermath.”

Your heart dropped at that. You lifted your gaze to meet Steve’s, seeing he was wearing a similar mix of sadness and worry. It was still strange to feel this ache when you were awake.

But you understood, at least, as much as you could. It sounded like there was some healing going on, with everything coming in waves. Did you like that you had to suffer because of it? No. But that was your soulmate and a deep part of you wanted to just take all that pain away for him personally.

“It’s not fair he has to deal with all this,” you said.

Steve agreed, “It’s not.”

“But I want to help,” you spoke with such sudden determination. Steve gave you a confused look. “Would he… Would he want to meet me?”

That look of surprise on him suddenly morphed into some form of relief, with a bit of a smirk playing on Steve’s lips.

“I think I could arrange that.”

“R-Really?” Your hands were practically shaking at this point but Steve seemed too cool and collected, almost proud of the situation he was concocting.

“If I’m being honest, he mentions something about you nearly every other day.”

Your jaw went slack, now making you the surprised one. “But you knew who I was. Why didn’t you just tell him?”

“Would you have honestly been comfortable if I just sent him in here?”

Well, he had you there. You sighed, shaking your head, sinking a bit in your seat.

“Yeah, he wouldn’t either,” Steve mumbled. “But it’ll be okay. I’ll figure out something.”

You nodded, maybe a bit too eager. “Thank you.”

Steve gave a small smile then averted his gaze to the table as if debating what to say next. You thought the conversation had wrapped up nicely but there was another thing you didn’t expect to hear about.

“You know,” Steve began, “back in the day, Buck never had any dreams and while now we know why,” he motioned towards you. You blushed. “We had just figured he didn’t have a soulmate or something. Like the world had just happened to screw up…” His voice trailed, letting out a brief sigh. “I can’t imagine his relief when he got the first images of you.”

Your heart swelled. It took everything in you not to choke out sobs. The feeling of hope and… love suddenly wash over you. It was such a distant feeling but it was all coming. Slowly, it was becoming an acquaintance.

“Do you have a soulmate, Steve?”

He nodded. “I did.” You frowned at the past-tense use of the word. “But that time has come and gone. I’m more than happy to help Bucky get his.”

The lovely feelings crept back, stronger than ever. Just the thought of being in the same area as your soulmate was making it bloom even more.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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drstrangefictions · 4 years ago

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One-Shot

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,995

Spoilers: Not that I know of?

Warnings: Changed a little bit of certain scenes for story purposes. Some Anti-Steve, Pro-Tony propaganda lmao. Mention of Tony’s funeral. OOC Bucky. Absolute trash. Make your own assumptions about readers life kinda thing lmao.

“So, we’re supposed to trust him? Just like that?” Sam stood between her and Steve, eyeing Bucky. “Because Steve –.”

She shrugged, cutting Sam off. She wasn’t really interested in hearing the rest of what he had to say. “Steve’s the one you need to complain to, not me. Besides, I’m not even here for Steve. You are.”

Sam looked at her, he was under the impression she was here for the same reason he was, it seemed now that he was wrong. “What does that mean?”

She put her hands in the pocket of her pullover hoodie and kept her eyes forward. “Sorry to break it to you, but my loyalties lie with Stark. He is reasonably upset, for a lack of a better word, with Steve and his decisions and beliefs. I’m not here to agree with Steve, “oh boo-hoo the Sokovia Accords! Wah!” I signed them.” She scoffed, glancing at Sam. “I’m here for the former Sergeant Barnes and I’m here for you.”

Sam took a step back, visibly shocked. He glanced at Steve, who wasn’t giving them so much as a passing glance, but it was apparent he was listening to her. Steve carried on with his business off to the side, pretending he wasn’t the impacted by her words. Sam then glanced at Bucky, who was looking at them as they spoke. Bucky looked as though he was trying to understand them, specifically her and her reasonings for doing things. He wounded her and she still aided Steve in finding him. She had found him moments before Steve to warn him about what was to come and insulted the not-so-safe safe-house. She had successfully confused him. She didn’t seem to care that they could hear her speak either. It was almost as if she wasn’t trying to hide it, Bucky wasn’t entirely sure if that was her intention.

Sam pointed at Bucky. “Him? They guy that tried to kill us?” He looked at her, with his eyebrows raised.

“Meh, I wouldn’t say tried, more like failed to.” She watched a vehicle pull up. “But… yes, Sam. Him. Not Steve and his self-righteous morals. This is the god damn 21st century, this is not a war against Germany or a society you should be conforming to. This is – excuse my language, Rogers – fuckin’ stupid.” She looked past Sam to watch Steve’s reaction.

Steve glanced at her, partially amused and partially sick of the running joke. “Still not living it down I see.” He muttered to himself. He approached Clint, Wanda, and Scott who emerged from the vehicle.

She took her hands out of her pocket and slipped out of her pullover. “It really is stupid and there are not enough words in any existing and dead language to describe it. Swearing like a sailor doesn’t even help! I’m not here for Steve. I won’t keep it to myself anymore, he is self-righteous. Everything he does may be fine back in the ‘40s where he comes from and thinks he still lives, but not here, not now. Not in the 21st century. I’m here for you, Sam. A pararescue who walked back into this life because Captain America asked him to! You know loss, you lost a colleague – a friend. You are a great man and a good friend, Sam.

“I’m here for Clint, who has a family and shouldn’t be fighting this fight because of them and for them. For Clint who I’ve worked with and known for years. I’m here for Wanda, who is rightfully angry that Stark, my true ally, used to produce weapons – those of which were the reason she ended up where she did! I’m here for Scott, who I barely know. He has a kid! Why is he here?! I’m here for the former Sergeant Barnes who didn’t ask to be experimented on, to be “saved” from the fall, to be brainwashed.” She turned to Steve. “I’m here for everyone that isn’t named Steve Rogers because they gave me a reason to help you.” She walked up to Steve.

Bucky was ready to intervene, to pull her away from Steve if he had to or even try to punch her. He seemed to be the only one willing to do so. She approached Steve as if she would punch him or something of the sort. Instead she just stood in front of him. Bucky let his guard down seeing as he was wrong about what she would do to Steve.

“I’m not here for someone who thinks he is morally above everyone in this room.” She put a finger to his chest. “You think Stark is self-righteous? You think Stark views himself above everyone? He does it to hide the fact that he is insecure. You don’t have a reason to do it. Not saying Stark is correct, but neither are you.”

Steve grabbed her hand and removed it from his chest. He seemed unphased with her outburst. “And I am grateful that you are here for them.”

She pulled a small key out of her back pocket and unlocked the gauntlets on her arms. She threw the gauntlets and key at his feet. “Is this the part where we suit up? Because it looks like you all are slacking.”

“You sleep in that suit.” Steve took a step back. “Everyone that doesn’t sleep prepared – suit up.”

“Stand down, Captain!” She raised her voice at Steve, she had never truly raised her voice before that moment. She held Steve’s shield in one hand and had her other hand against Tony’s chest plate. She wasn’t pushing them a part; she was simply keeping Steve from continuing to hit Tony with the shield. “I will do it; you know I will.”

Steve stood up and stared down at her and Tony, seeing how serious she was with her threat. “Why did you come here?”

“It definitely wasn’t to babysit the three of you. I turn my back for five seconds and it all goes to shit, I feel like. Tony should be thankful I decided that following him was the best course of action.” She stood up, keeping her eyes on Tony. Tony kept his eyes on her, even after knowing her for so long, she was still unpredictable. He was on the ground it such a depressing state, she wondered what would have happened had she not stepped in. “You can’t beat the shit out of all of your problems, Steve. I’m taking Tony home, Get Sergeant Barnes out of here, NOW. And don’t you dare contact me unless it is about him.”

Bucky looked at her upon hearing his name slip past her lips in such an aggressive tone. He still was not sure why she kept doing what she was doing or why the only reason she be contacted was for him, but he did appreciate that she was willing to concern herself with him. Ever since Steve figured out the Winter Soldier was Bucky; she had always followed Steve to try to help. He watched her as she tried to hold Tony back from attempting to land another hit on Steve.

“Don’t do it, don’t do it.” She repeated in a low voice, trying to block him without using her powers.

“Steve.” Bucky said, not loud enough to be heard over Tony.

Tony stopped fighting against her and instead pointed a finger at her. “I don’t even know where the begin with you. You signed the Accords and you still ran off with Steve for his buddy over there. Did you know too? Do you know what his friend did? My parents are dead because of him. Do you have any idea what you’re fighting for?”

“Don’t do this now.” She took a step back, keeping herself between Tony and Steve.

“That shield doesn’t belong to you. My father made it.” Tony pushed her out of the way and approached Steve.

She glanced at Bucky. For a brief moment they locked eyes. She looked away from him quickly and turned her attention back to Tony and Steve.

Steve pushed the shield towards Tony. “Take it.”

Tony passed her the shield. She took it but not without glancing at him, she didn’t exactly want to be the one to carry it, but she was prepared to. “Stark, let’s go before I drag you myself.” She clipped the shield to her back and walked past them with Tony in tow.

“I’m sorry about…” Bucky started.

She stopped him. “Don’t.” She turned to look at him. Her eyes looked dull compared to the last few times Bucky saw her. They had always been filled with some kind of rage, excitement, or they were just bright. “I know you mean well, but this is the last thing I want to talk about, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Bucky.” He finally corrected her.

She barely nodded. “Sorry – Bucky.”

He kept his distance from her. Neither of them are very personable nor do they enjoy being close to people. Bucky did it more so out of respect for her, uncertainty of how close to her is too close. “Steve wanted to know if you were going to join us for dinner. He thought it was best that Sam or I ask you because well...”

She exhaled, amused. She figured Steve would send someone other than himself to fetch her. She looked back at the water for a moment, she wanted to stay for a while longer and let her emotions out in the only way she had ever known, but for the first time in a long time she craved interaction and distraction. “Steve is paying, right?” She flashed Bucky a grin. “Only way I’m going is if he pays.”

“I hope so, that’s how he got me.” Bucky smiled, joking along with her. “C’mon, I don’t want to get left behind.”

She followed Bucky. “Is it just us four?”

He shook his head. “Scott and Wanda are joining us.”

“What I’m hearing is, I get to pick a single person to ride with me in my car and Sam gets everyone else?” She jogged to catch up to walk beside him. “If that’s the case, I’ll take either you or Wanda.”

“Is that so?” Bucky looked over at her. “Would it be wrong if I grabbed that seat first?”

She thought about it for a moment. “I don’t believe so. Wanda doesn’t know she had the opportunity to ride with me.”

Bucky sat across from her, he dressed as thought he were trying too hard to blend in. She looked like she had this down to a science, she didn’t look as out of place as he did. Each time he had seen her she had some kind of suit on and was prepared for anything. This time, she looked very casual and relaxed, something he rarely saw from her. She also seemed a bit different than the last time he saw her, but he couldn’t place the difference.

He was silent, trying to figure her out as he has been since he had met her. She disappeared from everyone’s radars almost immediately after Tony’s death. She was untraceable for the following five months. Bucky was concerned, from what he knew about her, she wasn’t the type of person to leave without saying anything – Bruce had confirmed that for him a few months back. He did worry about her, not that he would admit it to anyone.

“You’re staring. I didn’t call Sam to bring you out here for you to stare at me with an expression like that, Bucky.” She said, pulling him back into reality. She had a cheeky smile plastered on her face. “I just wanted to check on you. Steve apparently got old, you’re stuck with Sam, you’re…” She motioned to his entire person. “…you.”

Bucky looked down at the table and nodded, taking some offense to what she had said, but also understanding what she had meant. “I’m me, so you had to check on me.”

“I couldn’t find the right words, I’m sure you know what I really meant though.” She slid him a catalog envelope that he seemed to have overlooked.

“What’s this?” He asked, picking it up.

“Nothing to worry about. I would wait to open it, though.” She flashed him a genuine smile.

Bucky looked at his name on the backside, beautiful calligraphy. She clearly planned to give this to him for whatever reason she had. She also took her time in writing his name across the back.

“I have something else for you.” She handed him a flip phone. “Sam mentioned something about it in the event you need some help. You need a way to call for it. I got everyone you would need from Agent Hill to that spider kid. These aren’t necessarily traceable either.”

Bucky took the phone from her. “You didn’t –.”

“But I did.” She leaned back, cutting him off. “Look… I’m sorry for disappearing on you two for a few months. I had to take care of something that took precedence over everything else. When I spoke with Sam, he mentioned that you had asked about me while I was gone. So… I did this.”

Bucky looked at her, almost feeling guilty for asking about her. Had Sam not told her that he asked about her maybe they wouldn’t be here talking. He couldn’t decide what was a better feeling. “You don’t seem like the type to just leave without saying anything.”

“You’re right, but sometimes it just has to happen. If the Falcon and the Winter Soldier need a hand from now on, I’m available.” She picked up her hot coffee.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Bucky said. “I’ve been meaning to ask, what do you call that power of yours?”

“Ferrokinesis. Or if you’ve ever watched Avatar: The Last Airbender, Metal-bending.” She set her elbow on the table and rested her chin in the palm of her hand.

Bucky sat back. “Remind me not to piss you off, then.” He chuckled.

She smiled. “I would never use your arm… although I did think about it years ago. Never got the chance because of the gauntlets. Had to stick with being thrown onto a car.”

Bucky sunk in the seat; remembering he did toss her onto the roof of a car like a ragdoll. He would have preferred to not have been reminded. “Why did you even have them in the first place?” He asked.

“They were created out of fear. Pierce was one of many who feared what I could do, and it eventually made sense. S.H.I.E.L.D was compromised, had Pierce not been H.Y.D.R.A, I wouldn’t have had them at all. The man who made the gauntlets though, he didn’t fear me. He made everyone believe there was one way to remove them, through Pierce.” She looked at the table with no readable expression.

Bucky understood what she was saying. “You’re telling me, as long as you had the time to remove them –.”

“Yessir. It was one hell of a game I played. Imagine if I fought you without the gauntlets.” She kept her gaze on the table, barely keeping a smile on her face.

Something was bothering her, and he could tell now.

Bucky sat down staring at the envelope. She told him it was nothing to worry about, yet the contents did worry him. He slowly opened it and pulled everything out. A chain slipped out from between some of the papers and hit the floor. A few small photographs slipped out as he picked up the necklace. He grabbed the photographs and looked at them. A few were of his family, and a few were of him and Steve. He placed the photographs next to him and looked at the chain, his military dog tags. He wasn’t sure if he should be angry with her for going out of her way to get the things he has seen so far or be thankful for someone like her doing something like this.

He flips through the stack of papers, some are far more important than others such as a list of living relatives, confidential files on him, documents stating that he is no longer a criminal and instead considered an Avenger, and a check. He had everything laid out around him, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was feeling or should be feeling now. Possibly angry, believing that this is what took precedence over everything else. Possibly happy. Grateful for the trouble she went through to do all of this for him. Skeptical and unsure of what to do about his living relatives and why that was included. Concerned if she had spoken to them and they know. Furious with the check – she has no business giving him that much money – which makes him wonder how she could afford to even do that.

He sits in silence, thinking it over and taking it all in. He doesn’t get the chance to considering making a phone call as his phone starts to ring. He doesn’t look to see who is calling him, instead he just answers.

“Hey, Buck – sorry for calling. I was just calling to make sure the phone actually works! Stupid of me not to test it out before giving it to you, right?” She came up with an excuse on the spot.

Bucky knew who it was as soon as she started speaking. “That’s not why you called.”

She was silent for a moment. “No, it’s not. I just wanted to see if you opened the envelope.” Her voice trailed.

“I did… was this why you left?” He asked. After looking at what was included, he understood why she said to open it later.

“No, like I said, it took precedence. This was kind of just a detour on my way home.” She was shivering, he could tell she was outside somewhere. “Thought you would appreciate some kindness and rewards. I mean… being Sam’s friend probably doesn’t come with rewards. Eh… it definitely doesn’t, I would know, I’m still waiting for my rewards!” She laughed.

Hearing her laugh made him smile. “Why don’t you just do something nice for yourself then?”

“That’s absurd. Oh! I have one more thing for you and I left it outside, I wasn’t able to give it to you earlier unfortunately. You can actually see it from your window because I am the master of this shit!” He could hear her grinning.

The curiosity she fueled compelled him to look out his window… only to find her outside. He pressed his forehead against the glass, disappointed and amused. “You.”

“Me! Yes! Hi!” She waved violently. “I’m the thing outside. And I’m on the phone with you! Bet you didn’t see that one coming!” She laughed to herself about her own genius.

Bucky opened the window. “Aren’t you cold?”

She hung up the phone and resorted to yelling to him. “I would’ve been fine if I didn’t decide to have ice cream before I got here! Do I regret my decision? I’ll do it again! Oh, I have a question for you.” She stuffed her hands in her coat pockets.

“Ask away.” He enjoyed this side of her. Very… interesting.

She swayed slightly. “So… a friend of mine told me you usually ask the girls out. How does it feel being on the other side?”

Bucky was surprised. “Are you asking me out?”

“Well, yeah. I tried to come up with a pickup line when I was planning this. Uh, yeah, I ended up with a wack ass plan of confuse the Bucky, give him things, and freeze to death as I scream at him. I mean, it’s working right? Am I even doing this right?” She smiled.

She definitely is interesting.

“Listen… I might be a little too aggressive, I might come off too strong, and I very much go overboard. Can you tell? And it’s scientifically proven that I also don’t know much about anything. But I do know that I care about you and I would do anything for you. And I do know Sam actually bullied me when I was just crushing on you. Listen, Sam is a terrible wingman off the field… I was so afraid he’d call me out and ruin my life. I – anyway – I absolutely know for a fact that I fall fast and hard and my feeling are wrong 99% of the time. This has got to be the 1% where I’m right.” She was nervous and cold which was an awful combination.

“You inherited the stupid. I’m letting you inside.” Bucky thought about what she said on his was down the get the door for her.

She was already inside. “Door was unlocked, I’m guessing Sam…” She had slipped her arms in her coat and left her sleeves dangle. “You know what made it worse?”

“You did not drive with the windows down.” Bucky sighed, knowing she did.

“I like to feel cool. I will freeze to death before I admit I am lame.” She brought her coat up to her nose and shuddered. “Are you free Saturday evening?”

Bucky looks at her. “You’re working tonight?”

She nods. “Nothing too bad. I changed before I came here. I don’t sleep prepared; Steve is a liar.”

Bucky chuckles. “I wouldn’t think sleeping prepared would be comfortable.”

“I have to disappoint you, by the way. I’m not staying here much longer either. I have to go home sometimes.” She smiled. “I’d like to be home long enough to have a pet. How cool would it be if I just had a whole god damn lizard?”

“A lizard?” Bucky questioned it, even though he knew that was no good.

She perked up. “You never answered what I said outside or about Saturday! We keep avoiding it!”

“As long as you drive with the windows up Saturday.” Bucky said.

“Deal!” She would give him a thumbs up if her hands were not in her coat.

“I don’t agree with most of what you said. You do go overboard… and I have witnessed Sam bully you.” He paused.

“At least you’re honest!” She shuddered. “Fuck!”

He ignored her outburst as he was sort of used to it. “I don’t believe your feelings are always wrong either.” He told her.

“So, am I right?” She squinted.

He looked at her as though she were a special kind of stupid, which in his own opinion she was not. “Did I not just agree to go out with you on Saturday?” He watched her try to be warm.

“I have to confirm.” She slipped her hands back through her sleeves.

“You are right.” He said, giving her a slight smile. He almost felt awkward standing in front of her. He wasn’t sure what he should be doing with himself in her presence. He would invite her to sit down if she weren’t on her way to work.

“Awesome! This is great! Can you believe I’ve never actually done something like this before? I was going to change the whole plan and say something earlier, but I failed and used just used the time in between to work up the courage to do this. I have to go! I will see you Saturday! At… uh… well I didn’t think that far!” She gave him a quick hug. She wasn’t a hugger; she hasn’t been for a long time. Bucky has honestly never seen her hug anyone except for Tony a total of one time. She went to leave and walked straight into the door as she didn’t full the door open. “I meant to do that!”

“Just letting you know; you have to turn the door handle to open doors.” Bucky demonstrated in air, chuckling. He sure as hell wasn’t going to let her live this down.

She swung the door open. “Saturday! I’ll give you a time by tomorrow!”

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pocketfulofrogers · 5 years ago

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Solace

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’ve recently switched to the night shift and the adjustment hasn’t been great. Your neighbor would agree.

Notes: This is a part of @buckygrantbarnes writing challenge! I chose concept #5: Character and Reader are neighbors, and Reader keeps waking Character up by setting a really loud alarm in the middle of the night.

I know this is a smidge late, but life has been crazy! Thanks for hosting, I had a lot of fun writing this!!

Steve Rogers considers himself a reasonable man, he really does. He remains patient with the trainees while he shows them new techniques again and again until his mind melts, taking each clipped jaw in stride. He even always smiles at the children trying to climb his body in their excitement when all he wants is a coffee.

During those precious moments he isn’t in the suit, he’s a very quiet, laid back man.

Which is why he’s gone two months without breaking down your door in the middle of the night when he hears that shrill, incessant alarm you seem to be immune to seeping through the shared wall.

He’s been tortured before. This is worse.

Each time he comes home from a mission, peels the Kevlar from his body, and sinks to his bed, your alarm steals away the hope of a quick slumber and he loathes you for it.

Sam tells him to try writing a letter, Natasha offers to break in and steal it.

He considers both options, the latter more seriously, until one afternoon he runs into you after his morning jog. The elevator doors are almost closed when he shoves his hand in the small opening. He mutters an apology, but hears no response.

You’re leaned on the wall, arms crossed before your chest, head resting against the metal and for a moment he thinks you may actually be asleep.

He doesn’t say anything, he’s been there.

“6B right?” You mumble. He’s not sure he’s heard you correctly. “I’m 6A. I think I’ve seen you around.”

When you look over at him, his stomach flops, does somersaults in his belly. You look positively wrecked. The light blue scrubs you’re wearing are splattered and stained with various colors, and the bags under your eyes are deep enough he’s almost concerned for your health.

Yet he thinks you may be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Uh- yeah, Steve.” He manages.

You nod and go back to resting your head. “Y/N.”

He imagines he may be more tolerant going forward.

He tries to catch you again in the following weeks, but your schedule seems to be more unpredictable than his. That stupid, stupid alarm still wakes him most nights, but he finds it easier to suffer through now.

One night he comes home after a long mission. Exhaustion weighs his body enough he almost considers passing out by the door, but after days of sleeping on dirt floors, his back is pleading for the comfort of his bed.

Looking at his watch he knows he has about 45 minutes before you have to be up for work. Maybe it’s the hope that for one night he could have a restful sleep, or perhaps the humidity of the jungle had just escaped had dissolved his patience, but his feet have padded their way to the hallway before he truly knows what he’s going to do.

Barefoot before your door, he knocks. Once. Twice. Then a third time.

He waits patiently until he hears you mumble something less than kind from behind the door and finds himself smiling at the irony.

Having someone pound on your door at midnight, ripping you from a dead sleep, is only about the third worst thing to happen to you this week.

You fling the door open. “Do you have any…“

Of all the people it could’ve been, Martha from 5A coming to complain about nonexistent noise, the new mom from 6F asking you to check out her baby for the third time this week, or the teen from 2 trying to convince you he definitely needs a medical marijuana card, a very tired Captain America leaning on your door frame is the last thing you expected.

He raises a brow at your unfinished threat. “Ah yes, 12:09. 21 minutes before your alarm.”

You furrow your brows. “How do- “

“Look,” He interrupts, pushing off from your door frame, you don’t miss his wince- the way he favors his right side. “I know you probably have a very important job, and getting up in the middle of the night for shifts like those must be brutal, but I’ve just gotten off quite a draining ‘shift’ myself and was hoping that for at least one night you could just not.”

You’re catching on. “’Just not?’ Are you talking about my alarm?” He nods. You’re stunned, having thought that with as much as you pay a month, the walls would’ve been much thicker. Or is it really that loud? Adjusting to the night shift had been rough. “Oh, wow, I am so sorry.”

He shakes his head and points to his ear. “Super good hearing, don’t worry about it. Thank you.” He turns to walk away and that’s when you notice his limp, and the blood.

“Woah, wait. Did you have anyone look at that?” You point at his leg and he shrugs, giving you a less than assuring ‘it’s fine’ and goes to open his apartment door. “Uh- no. That’s a 6-inch lac that’s still actively bleeding? Are you insane? Please, let me take a look.”

“That’s very kind, but-“

“Your ribs could also be broken and I’ll just spend all day worrying about if you died in your sleep from a punctured lung or something. I can’t have Captain America’s death on my conscious.”

He takes a moment to look you up and down and weighs his chances of being able to talk his way out of whatever this is. He’ll heal on his own, eventually, but the look in your eyes tells him he’d have more luck trying to convince Martha he doesn’t actually stomp around just to annoy her.

“Alright.”

Managing to get Steve to strip down to some shorts and a tank top, he’s sat at your kitchen table. It took you a solid five minutes to convince him that he needed stitches, and lucky for him, you steal suture kits.

“You know, when you told me your name it would’ve been the perfect moment to mention you’re Steve as in Steve Rogers.” You lightly chastise, holding pressure to his thigh.

He doesn’t even flinch. “Not like I was hiding it. You did look right at me.”

You laugh. “Well I had just gotten off a 36-hour shift, you cannot hold that against me.”

He watches quietly as you work, forehead creased with worry and constantly mumbling about how he’s lucky there’s no signs of infection, with an occasional ‘you really weren’t going to do anything about this’. He finds your commentary amusing.

Your fingers glide across his skin and your touch is faint enough it almost tickles. You’re worried about nerve damage, but he thinks you’re just that good.

With a pile of red stained gauze by your side and the area around his wound as clean as you could get it, you grab a lamp from your desk and pick up the needle with your hemostat. Well, not yours, really. Also stolen, but sterile!

When you hold the needle up and adjust your grip on the clamp, he gives you a wary look.

“What?”

“I don’t know how I feel about a thief stitching me back together.” He says with a raised brow. There’s a glint in his eyes, the smallest twitch at the edge of his lips.

You roll your eyes. “With as hard as they work me, this is the least they owe me.”

“What do you even use them for?”

Your quite for a moment. “Sewing.” You say quietly and he barks a laugh. “I just- hush, don’t distract me.”

He complies and sits back to watch you fondly. Your teeth sink into the pillow of your lip each time you push the needle into the flesh of his thigh. You had apologized for not having any kind of numbing agent, but he had assured you that he’d be just fine.

Still, you glace up with each pull to make sure it’s not some macho show. Then again, he was Captain American and by the look of him at this moment, the pinch of a needle is probably more an annoying after thought than anything else.

Cutting the last stitch, you place the bandaging and offer him a smile. He thanks you sincerely, but you tsk when he tries to get past you to the door.

“Shirt off.” You order. He takes a half step back, cocks his head to the side and smirks. How he could be even slightly amorous at this moment is beyond you. “I want to check your ribs, make sure nothing’s displaced.” Something in his eyes shifts, he’s hesitant- guarded- and you’re unsure why. “I haven’t seen you take a single normal breath in the time you’ve been here. A simple, quick exam can tell me if there’s anything to worry about.”

He looks away and you’re about to suggest that he just check in with the medical team at wherever it is that super people work. They have to have medical staff, right? You tuck that question away for later.

Steve looks back to you and nods before pulling the white cotton over his head.

You would be completely stunned at the site of his quite perfect physique if it weren’t for the bruises blossoming bright red and dark purple across his torso.

You catch yourself moving closer, reaching forward to graze a finger around the outline of the prominent colors. “Jesus, Steve.” You whisper.

“Heard that phrase before, never in a situation like this, though.” He mumbles, but you ignore him and begin to prod as carefully as you can.

When you apply pressure to a certain spot that looks the most concerning, his breath exhales quickly in a hiss. “Sorry.” You mumble and find yourself asking how this happened before you can stop yourself.

He grabs your hand in his to stop your exploring fingers. The memory from these injuries hadn’t quite made their way through him yet. They sat too fresh on the forefront of his mind and being this vulnerable before someone he barely knows is quickly becoming too much.

“I’m fine, darlin’, really.” He says softly. You of course don’t buy it for a minute, but the proximity of him steals your fight, you lose your argument in the blue of his eyes.

“Ice it.” You order weakly. “Maybe just bruised, probably fractured.”

He nods, twitching the edges of his lips into a smile. Your hand is still in his and he brings it up to ghost your knuckles against his lips before thanking you again.

He leaves you there, stunned. You’re 15 minutes late for work.

“Wait. You had the Steve Rogers in your apartment half naked?” Your friend prods during your lunch break. You nod and lower your forehead to rest against your coffee cup. “And you didn’t even take advantage, kudos to you. Wait, is this a HIPAA violation?”

You sigh and look up to meet her narrowed eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know. Wouldn’t be surprised if SHIELD took me out, though.”

“Is that even a thing anymore? I can’t keep up with that craziness.” She shakes her head.

“Guess I could ask my neighbor, but I doubt he’d tell me the truth.”

“You have to see him again. You’re going to see him again right?” You try to ignore the excitement in her voice.

“He is my neighbor and those sutures have to come out eventually. Although he’ll probably just rip them out himself.” The thought makes you cringe.

“You know that’s not-“

Thankfully your pager goes off right then, cutting her interrogation short. “Sorry! Incoming trauma, gotta bounce.”

Steve comes home that evening to ice packs with the nearby hospital logo on them by his door. “Stop stealing from work.” He calls out and is rewarded with your laughter floating out from under your door.

He starts to make a habit of it, showing up at your doorstep sometimes bruised, usually bloody. You start to keep a bigger stock of supplies around, and worry on the nights he doesn’t show before you leave when you know he’s on mission.

He tries to message you when service and circumstance allows, just to ease you mind.

Every once in a while, you’ll find him sitting in the hallway beside your door, waiting with food and some injury that needs your attention.

Eventually you get around to asking him if there just isn’t any medical staff where he is, he tells you this is just more convenient. You don’t prod, but think it may have more to do with the way you treat him. Like a patient, a person, not an Avenger.

One night a knock awakes you in the middle of the night. You jump out of bed, knowing it’s most likely him. When you open the door and lay eyes on him, your heart stops.

He’s leaned against the doorway, barely able to hold himself up. There’s blood on the wall, his hands, his face, everywhere. He’s ghostly pale and you can tell he can hardly focus his eyes.

Before he can pass out, you wedge yourself under his arm and try to guide him inside.

“Probably shoulda just went to medical, shouldn’t’ve driven.” He tells you before collapsing onto your couch and you work quickly to get his suit off, apologizing each time he groans in pain.

“Oh god, Steve.” You whisper eyeing the deep gash on his side and quickly apply pressure.

He grunts. “I hope to hear you say something like that under different circumstances one day. You know, not in horror at the state of my health.”

“Well, don’t only show up when you’re hurt.” You shoot back and tape the gauze in place so you can get a line started. You had hoped he’d never show up this hurt, but a part of you can be relieved that you were prepared for it.

“Hey, I brought you food at work last week.”

You ignore that. “Steve, this is bad. Really bad. What the hell were you thinking?”

Ignoring his half assed excuse, you get to work, quickly and tensely, mumbling your thoughts and a few vague threats about him not being allowed to die on you.

“Don’t worry, darlin, wouldn’t dream of goin’ anywhere.”

Once you get the bleeding under control unlike your emotions, you start to lay into him. Loudly. Your reaction is to be blamed on fear, the absolute nightmare that the man before you, who you’ve reluctantly become very attached to, could have actually died in your arms.

“I mean, seriously, Steve! How could you be so reckless?”

He drapes his arm over his eyes. “I like you more than the docs we have.”

You huff and begin cleaning the rest of him up. “I’m sure they’re just as good at their jobs.”

He shakes his head and willingly gives you the arm resting above him when you reach for it. “You’re better.” He states simply and you snort your disbelief. “Your hands are softer. I think your touch reminds me I’m still human.” He says quietly, eyes trained on the ceiling.

Your movements stall, his admission leaving you a little dazed. When he tilts his head to look over at you, you swear you stop breathing.

“I think I’ll always prefer you.”

The rational part of you is telling you to just chalk this up to blood loss, not to get your hopes up because this could get so complicated. But the other part, oh the hopeful part, was singing.

“I think I prefer you too.”

He laughs. “As a patient? Neighbor? Avenger?”

“Oh, come on now.” You start seriously. “The Black Widow went to Capitol Hill and basically told congress they wouldn’t arrest her because they didn’t have the balls. She will always be my favorite. You might be a close second.”

“Might be?”

“You’re first for everything else. Take the win, Steve.”

It only takes five minutes and two bribes to convince him to stay the night and that you should call out of work to keep an eye on him. He had protested, given you every excuse he could come up with, but you are well versed in the language of Steve Rogers.

You set a takeout menu from his favorite place before him during the middle of his ‘you have already done so much for me’ speech and he grumbles out an ‘alright’.

He awakes just after dawn to your head on his thigh, your body tucked tightly between his leg and the couch, and the intro music to some infomercial droning in the background. The last thing he wants to do is move, he could watch you like this all day. Maybe one day he’ll get to.

When you finally wake up, he’s gone. There’s a blanket from the laundry room draped over you and the smell of him still on your pillow.

A part of you is hurt, but you’re not quite sure why.

You don’t hear from him for two weeks.

Some coworkers suggest going downtown to blow of some steam and, since you knew Steve was home all week out of harm’s way, you agree. It’s not often you get to go out stress free.

However, mixing alcohol with a list of fairly serious questions that only one extremely handsome and infuriating super soldier could answer isn’t the greatest idea. Especially when said blue-eyed day dream lives right next door.

It isn’t long before you’re stumbling up to his door, despite the warnings of everyone that night that you absolutely should not. 2am wasn’t that late and when you get an idea in your head it’s hard to shake it.

He answers faster than you thought he would and his amused expression only distracts you for a few moments.

“You’re drunk.” He points out, trying to withhold a grin.

You scrunch your nose. “A smidge.”

“Lose your key?”

“No. Well… maybe. But that’s not why I’m here.” You take a step forward, place a hand on the door frame to steady yourself, and point a single finger at him. “I have questions that need answers, Cap. Let me in.” He raises his brows. “Please.” You add and he obliges.

You make your way to his kitchen and take a seat at the island, he trails in behind you. “Would you like some water? I think you should have some water.”

He sets a glass before you when you don’t reply, but with his eyes watching you, concern in the crease of his brow, you suddenly feel vulnerable- exposed. Where had that burning rage at him for leaving you without a word gone? Why had you been so angry to begin with?

It’s difficult to sift through the thoughts in your head, and the alcohol wasn’t exactly making that easier. What was the word for what you felt? Used? Forgotten? The last thing you wanted to do was sound like a needy child.

He leans forward onto the counter before you. “What’s on your mind, darlin’?”

Instead of meeting his eyes, you run the tip of your finger through the condensation on the glass, watch it pool on the marble.

“Talk to me. What is it?” He asks again

Suddenly you wish you had just gone home.

You chug the water. “It’s nothing, never mind. I’m just gonna go to bed.”

He steps in front of you before you can make it to the door, pleads with you again to just talk to him. You try to get past him, but his hand on your hip makes you freeze. He trails it up your side, grazes his knuckles up your arm. His fingers stop below your chin to gently tilt your eyes up to his.

His lips have barely parted to form his next plea when you cut him off. “What am I to you.” You barely whisper.

That catches him off guard.

“If this is just a convenience thing for you, I need to know.” He looks confused but you power through before he can respond. “Maybe your admission was just the blood loss talking and you disappeared to keep me from getting attached, although it’s a little late for that. Or, maybe there’s someone else. Which is fine-“

“Do you think I’m using you?” He appears hurt at the insinuation and suddenly it’s difficult to meet his eyes. “Look at me. Is that what you really think?”

“I don’t know what to think, Steve.”

He crashes his lips to yours. A sudden almost desperate act that leaves you useless. Your brain stalls and suddenly he is all there is.

It’s needy and messy, but it is everything you needed. You thread your fingers through his hair and press yourself to him. The soft feel of him steals your hurt, dissipates that pit in your stomach, and you could almost hate him for it.

He pulls away, breathless. “What part of ‘I will always prefer you’ wasn’t clear?”

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Lady Liberty and The Captain / Part One

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader (1940′s Brooklyn AU)

Summary: You are a rising young star and the newest breakout actress in Hollywood’s Golden Age! When war finally descends on the west, your reputation as America’s Sweetheart finds you cast in a promotional picture alongside Captain America himself.

Yet, he looks eerily familiar, like your Stevie from childhood…

Word count: 4.7k+

Warnings: fluff!!

A/N: hello, everyone!!!! I hope you’re staying home, warm, and safe during these crazy times. I’ve been snuggling with my doggie and continuing with my university’s online classes in my final semester..absolutely crazy how things are rn. I hope this new story can help brighten up your day just a little bit.

First of all, I just want to say thank you💖💛for all the love that old and new readers alike have shown this blog recently. I’ve been writing on this platform for a little less than a year and I never thought l’incendie would blow up as much as it has. You guys are amazing. I’m really excited and eager to share new pieces and hope you enjoy the content I have coming! Please don’t hesitate to pop in and say hi, or shoot me a message. I’ve really enjoyed connecting with readers and would love to know your thoughts on my fics, or just to talk about fandom stuff! Timmy included! PAHAHA

So, this chapter is gonna be a part of a mini-series for a 1940′s writing challenge and I’m using the prompt of wartime romance! This will probably be split into two or three parts and I will tag the host as soon as the last chapter goes up, I��ll most likely make a masterlist in the end as well. Reader has a name in this fic, but hopefully the choice of name will make sense later on :D

As always, feel free to drop a ask/message if you’d like a tag in the next update.

ENJOY!

THE NEW YORK TIMES

Film: ‘Apple of Discord’, Lola Swanson’s Dazzling Debut!

By NICHOLAS WATTS September 1, 1943

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The film drama from the original screenplay written and directed by Andrew Campbell opened to a roar of applause and acclaim at the Radio City Music Hall yesterday evening. Apple of Discord is a reimagining of the myth and Plato’s allegory, focusing on the tumultuous, profoundly elegant life of a young noblewoman during the Trojan wars.

The film’s frontrunner and leading lady is Hollywood newcomer, young and fresh-faced Lola Swanson. Swanson’s performance is so thoughtful, so unfaltering, so intelligent and controlled that it is hard to believe this is little Lola’s long awaited motion picture debut. And what a debut this is!

Starring opposite Hollywood veterans Sean Schultz, Kash Dennis, and Gracie Smith, this star-studded cast packs punches and sizzling chemistry and yet, Swanson does not fizzle out but confidently holds her own, demanding your attention in every scene, and rightfully so. Watching Swanson in this picture is watching a major actress in the making.

Born and raised in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen before moving to Brooklyn to pursue acting, some may recognize Lola from her daytime television roles in Insanity and Passion, It’s a Date! and as Jessica in Jessica Davis Returns.

Now we know these roles were preparing Swanson for the debut of the decade.

“APPLE OF DISCORD” is now showing at the Radio City Music Hall and Cinema 2. Tickets at 25 cents. Running time: 139 minutes.

★★★★☆

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APPLE OF DISCORD, written and directed by Andrew Campbell; director of photography, Laszlo Kovacs; edited by John Wright; music by John Barry; released by Universal Pictures.

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The newspaper trembles hard between your fingers, threatening to tear its edges. Pulse pounding, ears ringing. You can’t stop smiling. You feel like crying.

You reread the words again and again, the words written by legendary film critic Nicholas Watts, the man you’ve only dreamed of making an impression on, that he’d someday see you in a picture. And here he’s written a glowing review of your major motion picture debut.

You erupt in a fit of giggles and screams, twirling around the small space of your apartment in a swirl of nightgown, pinned curls. A neighbor, Mr. Krisinski, you think, pounds on your wall to shut you up.

It’s still early morning and you had gone downstairs at first light to buy a paper from a newsboy. Outside your window, the streets of New York already yawn and bustle with morning commute. The movement of people, gleaming automobiles against the red brick buildings and muted gray of Manhattan. Warm sun washes over it all, your heart brimming and full, mirroring the glow of golden dawn.

You feel on top of the world. Maybe you’ll finally make it here.

Your phone rings. You rush over to the mint blue rotary telephone on your bedside table, snatch up the receiver before Mr. Krisinski can break down your door with all the racket you’re making.

“Hello?” You say into the mouthpiece, cradling it between your hands. You feel breathless, high strung and buzzing, like you’d just downed a whole case of Coca-Cola, whirring with the taste of sugar and success, bubbling with starpower. Maybe it’s Kash or Gracie calling to congratulate you. Hell, maybe even President Roosevelt.

“Lola! It’s me. Have you read the paper?” The cool voice of Peggy asks you through the receiver. You quietly laugh at your own fantastical expectations. Of course it’s Peggy. Punctual, collected Peggy.

Peggy Carter is your talent agent and manager at MGM. Peggy had snatched you up while you had been working as a background actress on Michael Curtiz’s Casablanca, so hopeful and beholden just to be in the presence of such respected artists, willing to stay the extra hours even after the other girls had gone home when realizing they wouldn’t be seen in the shot. It hadn’t been your first time on a hot set, you were used to the itchy costumes, long hours of endless waiting, and the empty stomachs, but no way you were going to miss a chance to see Ingrid Bergman and Madeleine LeBeau up close.

Back then, only a few years ago yet a lifetime away it seems, Peggy had been a casting assistant, seeing your dedication and marching right up to you between takes to hand you her card. On the back, written in smooth blue ink, a time the next morning for an audition at MGM Studios in downtown New York. Eight o'clock sharp.

You didn’t sleep at all that night after you wrapped.

She’s worked at getting you into audition rooms and meetings for years, pushing you onto writers, production assistants, riggers, directors. She had secured you an audition with Andrew Campbell after “accidentally” leaving your headshot in his mailroom and later calling his assistant with threats of stolen property. MGM’s new fresh face had been penciled in for a side read the following week.

Fierce, ingenious, and your own bright star, you’ve risen through the ranks and fought your way up with Peggy at your side.

“Yeah, Peg. I have it here in front of me. This is...absolutely nuts.”

“Not really, you were brilliant in the picture, darling. But it’s a comfort to know Watts has finally replaced that cotton in his brain with some sense.”

Another laugh from you, twirling the telephone cord around your finger.

“Let me have this one, Peg.”

“If you insist.”

You hear the rustling of newspaper from the other end. You can practically see Peggy sitting at her desk, perusing the paper over a morning cup of coffee, her hair curled, makeup and nails all scarlet red and perfect. The golden placard glittering on the frosted glass of the door.

Margaret Carter, Casting Director.

“I’m calling to tell you about an offer we received this morning from Paramount. I think you should take it.”

That rush of giddiness burns bright again in your veins, pulse skyrocketing.

“Paramount? Geez, what did they say?”

“They want you for a promotional picture that’s being produced by Senator Brandt. Brandt is hoping to boost the homefront’s war bond sales with a little starpower from you and from Captain America. You’ve seen his posters, haven’t you? That costumed bloke?”

You have. Plastered everywhere and looking like an absolute buffoon. Nice physique, though.

The disappointment that settles in your stomach is ugly and cold, like a fruitless pit, hard, rough, a sour taste in your mouth. It’s stupidly childish, yet your own expectations for your first movie, first box office hit, for that very first taste of the promised fame and fortune of success, begin to blink out. Expectations you’ve held on to since you were a little girl, since you realized this is the type of work you want to do for the rest of your life.

You’ve managed to impress Nicholas Watts, the most cynical film critic in all of Hollywood, and this is your big break? A Paramount picture featuring you and a tights-wearing mascot?

Peggy is practically asking you to star alongside Mickey Mouse.

“Is that all they offered?” You respond. You wince at the demanding, ungrateful tone. Afterall, showbiz has hardened you to go after what you want, to take and take because this lifestyle does not guarantee anything. You’re told no more than you are yes, the constant rejection having molded you into a diamond tough girl, glitzy and solid, unbreakable, beautiful.

But how many girls would kill to be in your place?

“The only sensible deal. They also offered you the role of Violet for It’s a Wonderful Life, and Ruthie in The Grapes of Wrath.”

“What?! Peggy, contract me for those instead!”

“Well, I’m not going to. And you listen well as to why.”

You twist your lips together. Peggy’s voice filters clipped and disapproving through the phone line, the way she always gets before she offers you damned good advice.

“Not just Watts is impressed with your work, Lola. You’re finally turning heads and for all good reasons. Anyone can get in front of a camera if they have the right look. But you’ve shown them that you have the look and the raw talent. Critics are saying you’re rivaling Judy Garland, darling. And you’re telling me you want the part of a lousy love interest? A secondary daughter? All because the pictures have big names behind them and people may go see it?

“No,” you mumble.

“No is right. You know better than anyone that people expect young stars to burn out fast so they can take their place. It’s all business. If I put you in for those roles, we’d be playing right into their hand. We’d use up all your potential in one summer. The public would get sick of seeing your face in every big picture. We have to earn their affection, darling. It’s slow and tame and not always glamorous, but this deal is smart.”

You listen, silently.

“Morale is low. War is when people turn to familiar pastimes and simple pleasures. To treat themselves, to take their minds off all the grizzly headlines. Captain America embodies all of that and more. If we take this, I promise you, Lola, that people will remember you as the girl who got them through the darkest times. This will do wonders for your career years down the line. And then, if you still want to play Violet, I’ll phone Frank Capra myself.”

You close your eyes and draw in a breath, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Well, it looks like I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“Wonderful. I’ll phone Paramount now. We’ll be in touch.”

Growing up with poor Irish immigrants for parents, the rare moments you could afford to splurge on luxuries, you spent them at local cinemas and theaters with your brother. Any day was a good one when you and Samuel bought tickets for a noon screening, the cheapest showing of the day, scraping together pocket change to split a popcorn if you were feeling extra special.

And reclining in a nearly empty theater with refreshments and goodies between the two of you, you’d watch the silver screen with hope in your mouth and stars in your eyes. In here, it no longer mattered how little money you had, or the discrimination your family faced, or the war in Europe, or the meager apartment you’d go home to, lucky if the electricity and heating had been paid for. In here, nothing else mattered but the visual stories.

And you realized that you wanted to help tell them. You wanted to be in front of the cameras, to embody characters and personas and let audiences worldwide empathize and identify with your performances.

You’ve loved playing make-believe since you were a little girl, having never really grown out of it. You could do it, you think. Dangerous dreams, perhaps, but what child doesn’t hold this wish within them? To see their name in lights and to be admired and commended, but most of all, to provide for their family?

How hard could it be?

At sixteen, you land your first speaking role. It’s pathetic. You’re working on set as background, per usual, only this time, the director picks you out from the crowd and gives you the line of, “Good morning, sir.” You’re to look off camera as the actor playing Kent entered the scene and you would then say your line.

You’re stupidly excited. Three simple words. You’ll be uncredited, of course, but your face would finally be seen! With butterflies fluttering in your stomach, the scene resets, Kent takes his mark, the cameras roll, and you deliver.

The scene is cut from the final reel.

You pound the pavement. You scour newspapers and flyers for casting calls, you phone agencies and playhouses, you save up to get your picture taken on glossy photo paper. You keep looking. You keep working in background until you can land a steady role.

Then, you finally get one. A miniscule part of a friendly neighborhood girl on a TV drama for CBS. You only have mere minutes of screen time, but the checks that arrive in the mail from Columbia Broadcasting System after your first few episodes air say otherwise.

You open a savings account. You plant your paychecks and watch them grow into a comfortable sum of money. You land another guest starring role for a daytime soap, the secretary of the title character. Combined with your parents’ salaries from your mother’s sewing and your father’s work on the railroads, you become the main breadwinner.

You move your family out of Hell’s Kitchen, out of your cramped, dark apartment. You sign a new lease under your new stage name and move to Brooklyn together.

Brooklyn is slightly cleaner, but the familiar hustle and bustle, the noise of shopkeepers and dialects and children and cars is comforting, grounds you in your roots. When your CBS drama wraps months later with your last check in the mail and you’re looking for your next gig, your brother works odd jobs to help shoulder the burden. Brick laying, chimney sweeping, milk and mail delivering, Samuel becomes no stranger to any and all work, so long as it pays. You become a typist on the side as you wait for auditions and callbacks.

Samuel tells you his aspirations to be a poet, a writer. He hasn’t said a word to your parents, but he shows you the small bound notebook he carries with him, leafing through pages of prose and verse. You encourage him to submit his work to newspapers, publishers. He gives you a shy smile, says he’ll consider it as soon as you get your motion picture debut. You shake on it. Together, your already close bond of brother and sister grows stronger as you each work to support your art.

You’re waiting for Samuel to finish his shift so you can catch a late showing of His Girl Friday, a warm September day when you first meet Bucky Barnes down at the wharfs. He’s tall, lean, and glistening with sweat when he rounds out of the warehouse with an armful of crates and nearly knocks you off the pier.

“Hey, watch it!” he snaps. His eyes flash like the water around you, blue and cold and dangerous. Brown locks curl with perspiration against his forehead, the sleeves of his workshirt rolled up over his shoulders, the exposed skin of his throat and arms flushed and tan.

Embarrassed, you try to steady him, to which he growls in annoyance and spins out of your reach. He makes a great show of bearing the weight himself, grumbling as he sets down his load. You don’t miss the way the muscles in his back flex and dip. It isn’t until he slowly stands back up, wiping his palms on his khakis, that you get a good look at each other.

The hostility in his eyes softens ever so slightly, simmering into a look that cinches your chest tight when his gaze travels shamelessly up from your kitten heels to the curves of your lips and cheek. His breathing is still labored as he surveys you and you can feel heat and color blooming against your skin. When his eyes finally settle on your face, you can’t decide whether you want to slap or kiss him.

“You lost or something, honey?” He asks with a whisper of a smile. He strolls in a lazy half-circle in front of you and moves to go back up the ramp to the warehouse. Then, he pauses and turns back to you.

“Have we met before? I swear I recognize you from somewhere.”

This delights you deliciously, that a handsome young man you’ve met by chance has seen your work. Not glamorous, acclaimed roles by any means, but recognition nonetheless. You bite the inside of your lip to suppress your smile and give him a coy, bashful flutter of your eyelashes.

“If that were the case, I’m sure I’d remember you.”

He grins wolfishly, pleased, and takes a step closer. “Yeah? Think you’ll let me take you out for dinner tonight?”

“She’s got plans with me, Buck.” Samuel’s voice carries across the water. Your brother emerges with wooden boxes and sets them between you and Bucky in a huff, as if he’s implementing a physical barrier, both childish and endearing. Bucky glances at you and Samuel.

“Are you two..?”

“Steady? No. She’s my sister.”

Bucky snorts and his eyes find you again, glittering in the evening light. “You never told me you had a sister, Sammy. And such a looker too..”

“Makes you wonder why I never brought her up,” retorts Samuel and gives him a playful shove, traps him briefly in a headlock. “At least Steve wouldn’t ogle.”

“Stevie would get a nose bleed and pass out.” You hear Bucky grunt back. Samuel moves as if to dump him into the drink and Bucky pinwheels, scrambling. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

Satisfied, Samuel releases him and socks him in the shoulder for good measure. Bucky stumbles, looking boyish and smooth despite his shirt and hair all disheveled.

You’ve seen his type in casting offices all across New York; bold, alluring, and charismatic. It’s a look and type you’ve longed to act opposite of someday, as all young starlets dream of, but a look that simultaneously sparks the feminine temptation that shivers between your breasts. You wonder if Bucky would look the same in a dark bedroom, with him on top of you and your fingers running over his back…

Bucky grins toothily when he catches you staring and shoots you a wink. None of those movie star hopefuls hold a candle now to his rugged, spirited charm.

Samuel guides you back up the pier so he can punch out his time card and the two of you can be on your way. And as you’re about to set foot on solid ground, you hear Bucky call out to you.

“What’s your name, honey?”

Samuel sighs and shakes his head. “Cripes.” He mutters to himself. Before Samuel can stop you, you laugh and turn back to the water with a fresh and girlish aire, warmth and excitement whispering through your veins, young and naive and sixteen.

“Dolores!” You give him your full name, your real name. For once, you don’t want to be Lola Sparks. You want to be your natural, honest self, the girl who deserves young love and joy and an untroubled adolescence. The sound of your voice rings clear and strong, the diva that you are, and Bucky’s mouth curves upwards.

“See you ‘round, Dot.”

Much to Samuel’s displeasure, you tail your big brother around the docks like a lost pup whenever you have time. And being a C-list actress and a part-time typist, you have plenty of it. You loiter with the excuse of bringing sack lunches, waiting on Samuel and Bucky at the edge of the warehouses. It’s lonesome and bores you to no end being all by yourself, until one afternoon when someone is already waiting at your spot by the pier.

Small, skinny as his own shadow with a fringe of blonde hair, he leans hunkered and folded within himself, timid and seemingly conscious of how he occupies space. His jacket droops over his shoulders, eyes downcast even as you approach. He has a sketchbook in his hands, concentrated as the pencil moves across the page in fast, gentle strokes. You see an impressive likeness of the piers and Bucky’s distant figure in charcoaled lines.

“That’s really something.” You say.

He jolts so hard the paper tears and he crumples it into his fist in a single motion. “Huh?” he answers. When he looks to you, you realize his eyes are a pretty shade of teal. He flushes, petrified, the tips of his ears coloring pink. You feel horrible when he goes to pocket the ball of paper.

“I’m so sorry for scaring you,” you breathe. Gently, you offer your palm to him. “If you’re not keeping it, do you mind if I have it?” You ask softly. A few seconds pass and he shakes his head before placing it in your hand. You unfurl the paper, carefully smooth it out as he watches you from the corner of his eye.

Shyness is a barrier of art you’ve known all too well, from your own experiences in audition rooms to your brother’s reluctance to find a publisher, you understand that sting of insecurity better than anyone. So, you let him watch you as you admire his work, let him know of his talent and let your actions speak for you. You smile and slip the drawing into your purse.

Then, his stomach grumbles audibly, almost comically loud. He folds his arms around his stomach, so tight you’re afraid he’ll snap in half. You quickly reach into one of your paper bags and hand him a sandwich wrapped in cellophane and a can of lemonade.

“Here, let’s trade.”

“That’s awfully kind of you, but I can’t accept..” he starts. The timbre of his voice is surprisingly gallant and sure, pleasant, sweet. You have a gut feeling that the world has been taking advantage of that kindness his whole life, scaring him away from genuine compassion, that everything must have a catch. It makes you press harder.

“I insist. Please. It’s the least I can do for sneaking up on you.” He eyes you warily and again that feeling of regret washes over you. “Consider it payment.” You smile.

Finally, he takes Samuel’s lunch from you and unwraps the sandwich. He eats quickly and quietly, draining the lemonade only minutes later. Perhaps it’s his bony statue, but you feel happy to see this stranger eat.

When he’s finished, he wipes his mouth and turns to you. His lips, pretty, pink, part as if about to speak, yet no words leave him. Instead, he stands frozen with that transfixing blue-green gaze keeping you still, lingering.

That is until a stream of brilliant scarlet red dribbles down his chin and splatters onto his dress shirt. He pinches his nose, doubling forward and his flustered complexion matching the blood spilling from his nostrils.

“You must be Steve,” You laugh lightly and quickly hand him your handkerchief of cream yellow lace and embroidered flowers. You help steady him as he keeps his head tilted down. “Bucky’s told me all about you.”

Steve groans and presses the handkerchief to his face, blushing all the way down to his neck.

Steve returns your handkerchief days later with an embarrassed hush, carefully cleaned and laundered. It smells of lavender and clean linen and the image of him working the fabric between his thin fingers with soap and suds warms your heart.

You tell him it’s his. He blooms and keeps it neatly folded in his breast pocket.

You and Steve quickly grow close in the hours you spend together waiting on Bucky and Samuel. You pack extra lunches for him and sit by the piers chatting, skipping stones as Steve sketches the Brooklyn skyline day in and day out.

“Draw me!” you tease. “Isn’t that the request that all artists want to hear?”

But surprisingly, he does. He always draws you and Bucky and Samuel with striking, intimate familiarity. His sketchbook gradually fills with portraits and pictures of you, sketches that could put your very headshot to shame.

After their usual shifts, the four of you head to the drugstore for your ritual of sodas and sundaes. Two pairs, brother and sister and brothers by blood enjoying a rare wartime treat. With the rations on sugar, it’s a special and memorable circumstance just to be together and sharing something sweet.

It’s there, at your corner booth in Wolfe’s Pharmacy over ice cream, that Bucky opens up a paper for that night’s television network schedule and sees your name.

His eyebrows shoot up. “Dot,” he says. “What do others call you?”

Defeated, you twist your lips, hesitant to break the short spell of normalcy you’ve had with your new friends. Samuel sips at his Coke with a silent grin.

Time for the truth to come out.

“Well, ‘doll’, by Stevie,” you giggle and toe Steve’s foot under the table. Steve shyly shrinks back into his seat. “But CBS calls me Lola.”

Bucky’s jaw drops.

“Get out of here. You’re pulling my leg..”

“I absolutely am not.”

“Sammy, tell me she’s pulling my leg.”

“She’s not.”

Two pairs of brilliant blue eyes dart between you and your brother. Bucky’s face breaks into an open smile, laughing. Steve lurches forward.

“Have you ever met anyone famous?” Steve prods with a hint of that honest, innocent charm.

You wrinkle your nose sheepishly. “Mason Cook?”

“Who?” Bucky asks around a mouthful of sundae.

“Exactly.” Samuel snorts.

“Well, I’m sure he’s very talented.” Says Steve.

You swipe his maraschino cherry and let the stem dangle between your lips. “At least Stevie believes in me.”

“Dot, honey. I saw your pilot episode. If anyone’s a fan, it’s me.” Bucky feigns hurt, hand to his chest.

You stick out your bottom lip before sucking in the stem, working it into a tight knot in your mouth. “Are you still gonna be when your girl is signing autographs with John Wayne?”

You place the knotted stem on your napkin. Bucky nearly chokes.

“I better be.”

Samuel coughs. Steve giggles.

You thank your stars that your secret doesn’t change anything between Steve and Bucky. They treat you just the same; as Samuel’s baby sister who tags along with the boys. The teasing, the fleeting looks all unchanging.

Girls, you’ve unfortunately realized, are catty and mean. You’re competing for roles, after all. But with Bucky and Steve, your first taste of homecoming since moving to Brooklyn, you don’t have to worry about silly competition, or fame, or being the best in the room. They keep you level-headed, reminding you of your girlhood and life’s simple pleasures.

Bucky drives you and Steve around town in the company truck on weekends. Hopscotch and jacks on brick roads and warm nights, watching sunsets until the sky blushes peach and mango yellow at Coney Island.

A Saturday afternoon on Rockaway Beach, a vacation for you all after a draining week of work and auditions when Bucky promises to win you a stuffed bear when he sees you eyeing the one on careful display.

“Buck..Bucky, give it a rest, we can try the next one.” Steve chides.

Another plastic ring pings off the neck of a glass bottle. Bucky curses, rings his hands together and slaps another dollar onto the counter.

You and Steve trade looks. Bucky’s been at it for ten minutes. At this rate, you know you’ll be walking on the train tracks home tonight.

So, you and Steve huddle close and cheer him on. Do it for our doll! says Steve. Finish it so you’ll stop wasting money, you dolt! you cry. Hell, even the vendor finds it humorous and joins in.

And when Bucky wins that grand prize and you’re handed a teddy bear as big as Stevie, you hoist it on your back, careful to not let it touch gravel or dust as the three of you walk in line with the train tracks later that evening.

Paradise, a sheltered haven from the broken landscapes and realities that the European newsreels broadcast home in grim black and white.

True to Bucky’s word, they become your biggest supporters, helping you run lines and monologues and accompanying you to auditions. Bucky’s not bad for a scene partner, and Steve’s awareness of emotion and character motivation is impressive.

The attention you receive from casting directors and auditionees doesn’t hurt your chances either, lanky Steve and smoldering Bucky wishing you luck before stepping into the green room.

You book a drama. Then, a short film. Then another. You call them your lucky charms.

And when your humble little short film “premiers” at the corner cinema, squeezed in between an empty noon showing of a cartoon rerun, Steve and Bucky whoop and holler when your character is shown on screen. They throw popcorn and gumdrops, jostle you by the shoulders. Bucky even runs down the aisle and mimes kissing the projector screen.

“That’s our girl! That’s our Dot!”

The usher threatens to throw you out. Steve tells him you’ve paid good money for your tickets and you’ll stay and watch as long as you please.

The following week, you’re scouted by Peggy Carter.

Your world, your career will never be the same.

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notyetneedcoffee · 5 years ago

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Old Fashion Way Pt. 7

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: None this chapter

When you finally unlocked your apartment door and kicked it closed behind you, you could barely stay on your feet. The entire SHIELD complex went through extreme screenings before being allowed to leave the building. You were starving. Because of the bullshit, you never got dinner.

Kicking off your shoes, you dropped your purse on the hall table on the way to kitchen. That’s when you noticed. The scarf covering the table was wrong side up. You flipped up the silky fabric and opened the little drawer in the front of the table. The few mementos you kept there had been moved.

A movie ticket stub. A dried rose. A sketch on a napkin. Someone went through your things. Thankfully, nothing in your apartment could be directly tied to Steve. Unless, they could recognize his sketch of a fox.

You looked around, feeling uneasy. SHIELD went through your home. What did they leave behind?

In the kitchen you ate leftovers, leaning against the kitchen counter. Your brain was moving too fast to even register what you ate. There was no way Steve would ever move against SHIELD without reason. You trusted him, more than any organization. Now your work, your organization, was after him.

You had to find a way to stay safe.

If anyone out for Steve knew about the two of you, well, you didn’t want to think about that. Grabbing your nightshirt, you shut off the lights and changed in the dark. Laying there, your mind wouldn’t shut down enough for sleep. However, by the time the sun was coming up, you had a plan.

Getting up and dressing for work as usual, you left a few minutes early. Stepping into your favorite coffee shop, you let the one other person go ahead of you. So you would be alone in the shop. “Hey, Mandy.” You smiled at your favorite barista.

“Morning.” She smiled. “Want your usual?”

“Yeah, please.” You stepped up to the counter. “Hey, could I ask you for a favor? Could I use your phone real quick? I pulled a bone-head move on my way here.” You showed her your old phone with a broken face.

“Sure,” Mandy unlocked her phone and handed it over. You stepped away and quickly dialed your sister’s number. She answered with a sleep fuzzy voice.

“I need you listen and do exactly as I say. This morning call my cell and my work leave priority messages. I need to come home. Dad’s in a bad way.”

There was a momentary silence. Then she responded, clear and clipped. “Got it. Talk to you soon.”

You hung up. Her husband spent eight years working for the DOD. The whole family knew how to respond to an emergency and get the details later.

Handing the phone back to Mandy, you also gave her your coffee money and a generous tip. “Thanks for the help.”

“No worries. Have a great day!”

The morning went as planned. You received phone calls from your sister and then you put in for three weeks of emergency leave. Almost immediately, Angela arrived at your office door demanding you follow her. She led you to a small conference room, where you were left alone for more than three hours.

One of the agents finally came in, a folder in hand. He sat across from you. You leaned forward, spinning your empty coffee cup slowly in your hands. “Going to tell me why I’ve wasted half a morning here when I’ve got so much to do?”

“It’s a rather suspect time to put in for an emergency leave of absence." He replied.

You sighed. “It’s not, really. Dad’s been going downhill for some time.” You frowned. “You ever taken care of someone with Alzheimer’s? It’s awful. It’s exhausting, and it can go to shit at a moment’s notice.” You frowned hard at the agent. “I’ve got tons of leave on the books. Time that the agency owes me. This is my family. Are you going to make me chose between my family and my job, agent?”

“The timing is...inconvenient.”

“I’ll be sure to let my dad’s doctors know.” You swallowed, not having to fake your nervousness. “Don’t make me quit over this. Please. I don’t want to leave SHIELD and I sure as hell don’t want to sue because I was forced to quit under duress despite policy.”

“When were you planning to travel?” The agent opened the folder and clicked his pen.

“Nothing’s booked yet. Tomorrow sometime, next morning at the latest. There are several flights from DC to Seattle.”

“You’ll be gone how long?”

“I don’t know. I put in for three weeks. May be more, or less.”

“Where will you be staying?”

“Not sure yet.”

At that the agent gave you a suspicious look.

“My sister’s place is small. Emotions are running high. I may be there. I may get a hotel. I won’t know until I’m there. It’s not like I’ve had a lot of time to plan this.”

“Very well.” He closed the file, never writing a word. “Take your work phone in case any current activities require your input. Your leave is granted.” He stood up and walked to the door. “You’re free to go back to work now, and...” He paused in the door, glancing back. “I remember how rough my grandmother’s dementia was. I’m sorry.”

You were home packing after finding the latest flight you could justify taking. By nine o’clock tomorrow morning you would be on a plane to the Northwest. The scuttlebutt at work only got worse. No one at SHIELD seemed willing to outwardly say anything, but you gathered enough bits and pieces yesterday to hear Steve supposedly went rouge, Director Fury might be dead, there was a terrorist attack on one of the major roadways in Bethesda that wasn’t really a terrorist, and Agent Romanoff was missing.

Getting the hell out of Dodge was looking better all the time.

Your personal phone rang. Unidentified number. “Hello?”

“Sweetheart, don’t say anything but yes or no. Just listen.” Steve’s clipped voice came quietly over the phone. “You know I didn’t do what they say I did.”

“Yeah.” Your heart was in your throat. You had so many questions, wanted to say so many things.

“Things are bad, really bad. You need to get away from there. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.” You answered, more determined.

Steve paused. “You already have, huh?”

“Yep”

“Good girl. Thank God.” He breathed. “Can you lay low someplace? Not at home?”

“Yeah.”

“Nearby?”

“No.”

He knew about your family. “West coast?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Really good.”

You could hear Steve breathing as you waited for him to continue. His voice dropped down to a whisper. “I don’t know how this is all going to turn out, but just in case, I need to let you know how much I... You brought part of me back to life that I thought died with that plane crash... thank you, Sweetheart, just thank you.”

You swallowed back tears, biting your lip to keep from saying all the things you desperately wanted to. The realization that this might be the last time you spoke with him, just hit you so hard that it stole every bit of breath from your lungs.

He heard your light gasp, a small sniffle. “It’s okay. Alright? You’ll be okay. I have to go. I’m sorry.”

The phone went dead.

You hung up and tried to swallow down your tears, you still didn’t know if your apartment was bugged our not. Instead, you finished packing, moving on autopilot. The band of pain wrapped around your chest made breathing difficult. You schooled your face to an impassive calm, much like you did when you dealt with your father. No outward pain to see.

Finally, the suitcase zipped up, you moved to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Scalding hot water beat down over your head, poured over your face, as the pain unwound. Tears mingled with the water. You silently cried, wept for what you could be losing, released the tears from the tension and fear, until the water ran cold. Once dry and ready for bed, exhaustion pulled you into a deep sleep.

You’d gotten to the airport with plenty of time only to find out your flight had a two hour mechanical delay. So, you waited, and waited. Sitting at the lounge, drinking coffee and watching the morning show on the television, you debated on ordering lunch. It looked like two hours was an optimistic estimate.

The local news cut in to the show with an emergency. Three enormous heli-carriers were battling each other over the city, over SHIELD. You called out. “Hey! Turn that up!”

The bartender turned up the volume.

“...also getting reports of a massive data dump from somewhere within SHIELD. All initial indications seem to show that the Hydra infiltration included key positions, including the top director.”

Another news anchor cut in. “They’re going down! The carriers are indeed crashing. I sincerely hope anyone in the vicinity have been evacuated. We can see debris falling in all directions. The reports that Captain America led the team to stand against whatever the Hydra action may have been are yet to be substantiated. There are no official communications coming from any of our sources.”

You watched in horror as the heli-carrier busted apart and exploded, falling from the sky. One of the television anchor’s word rang in your ear. “Let hope he wasn’t aboard, because I don’t know how anyone could survive that.”

The phone in your pocket vibrated, making you jump. You looked at the number. Your sister’s. “Hey.”

“On the news. That’s why you’re coming home, isn’t it? You knew something was going to happen.” She sounded frantic.

“I knew something, but not this. I had no idea it was this bad.” You stared at the screen, unable to look away. Please, you silently prayed, let Steve survive.

“You didn’t know? Had no idea?”

“Of course not!” You snapped.

“Sorry. Sorry.” Your sister huffed. “You got a heads up, though. You were running.”

“Yeah.” You looked around, seeing you were alone and figuring there was no point in secrecy any more you answered. “I saw them, from my office, try to gun down Steve. He’s my friend and I know him well enough that he would never move against his superiors unless they deserved it.”

“Wait,” She paused. “Steve? Steve Rogers. You’re friends with...”

“Yes. Good friends. I trust him and I really hope he’s okay.” You curled into your seat, watching the footage on the screen.

“Are you still coming?”

The question took you by surprise. You really didn’t have to, not yet. Of course, you didn’t know if you even had a job now. “I think I need to figure a few things out first.”

“Okay, let me know. And sis, stay in touch. I’d be lying if I said this doesn’t worry me.”

“Promise.” You hung up, paid your bill and went to the counter to change your ticket.

It was late evening before you gave up and checked into a ridiculously expensive hotel room. Traffic was impossible. The city was on lock down. Every hotel room was taken. No one was moving. Still, it was relatively safe, food was available, and your credit card could handle the expense.

Flopping on the bed, you contemplated pulling out your computer to find more information while you ate room service. The news had been non-stop speculation. The details being pulled from the data dump were becoming more salacious. Still, none of it gave you what you wanted.

Close to midnight your phone rang. “Hello?”

“Hey, uh, is this Y/N?” A deep male voice asked.

“Who is this?” You knew that voice but couldn’t place it.

“Yeah that’s you. This is Sam.”

“Sam.” You breathed. You’d only met him the one time, when Steve brought him over to help you move.

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that our, uh, mutual friend is alive and healing up.”

A whoosh of air left your body. “Thank god.”

“Don’t know how long it will be. Don’t know how messy the red tape is going to get either. Still, I thought you should know.”

“Thank you.” Tears, not so painful now, ran down your face. You could wait. Steve was alive.

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afictionaladventure16 · 5 years ago

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could you do a steve rogers x teen!reader where the reader can time travel but she didn’t quite have control on it and got stuck in like world war 2 or sumn and has really bad nightmares from it. some fluffy steve rogers please. ilu and ur writing 💖💖

December 7th, 1941 (Steve Rogers x Teen!Fem!Reader)

A/N: First of all, I fucking love you! (sorry, cap.) I REALLY hope you enjoy this fic! I tried my best to perfect it and mold it to what you requested. Second, Sorry, it took me three years to arrive lol. Anyway, I love you and your writing and honestly I love the amount of support you give me and I wish nothing but the best for you! I Appreciate you so much! Anyway, enjoy the fic!

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Warnings: Mentions of war, fluff

Word Count: 1,605

You sat down in the back of your history class, trying your best to write down all the information your History teacher was giving the class about World War 2. He had shown a video during the beginning of class, that showed clips of the war and some clips of Captain America leading the Howling Commandos… Well, Steve and Bucky basically. You made a mental note to tell them about it later.

“And as I said at the beginning of our lesson, the attack on Pearl Harbor led the United States into World War 2, and it took us a few years before we knew about what was going on in the concentration camps” the bell rang, causing your teacher to sigh, “We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow.” You placed your books into your bag, maybe you could ask Steve or Bucky for help for your homework assignments, after all, they were there during world war 2. “Don’t forget to read the chapter assigned for the week along with the questions that are throughout the chapter, see you guys tomorrow!” Your teacher exclaimed as students left the room.

Soon enough, you were back at the compound. You made your way into the kitchen where Tony was, “Good afternoon, Tones!” You exclaimed as you grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

“What have I said about calling me Tones?” Tony said as he raised his eyebrows.

“You mean the fact that you hate it?”

“Yes, so tell me, why are you still calling me Tones?”

You smirked as you gave him a shrug, “do you know where Steve is?”

“He and the Manchurian Candidate had to go to a meeting,” you sighed, “don’t worry, short stuff, Capsicle will be back in time to read you a bedtime story.”

You rolled your eyes at his nickname for you, “see you later, Tones.”

“Alright, short stuff,” you were walking away when he said that, causing you to turn around and flip him off. He looked at you in shock, you laughed it off before walking out of the room, glad Steve wasn’t there to see what you just did.

You made your way into your room, sitting down at your desk to begin your history homework.

You were two hours into reading the chapter for your history assignment. Your thoughts kept going back to what happened during Pearl Harbor, “December Seventh Nineteen Forty-one,” you read aloud. You then felt something familiar and before you knew it, you were in what looked like a submarine living quarters. You looked around, your breathing increasing as you touched a uniform that was hanging off a door, “shit,” you muttered to yourself. You could time travel, you just didn’t know how to control it. You had other powers that you could control perfectly fine but you couldn’t get the hang of controlling your time-traveling. Bruce and Tony had been working hard on trying to figure out your powers, it would happen randomly, though. Like just now. You can just think of a time and somehow end up there, you were frustrated because you always tried your hardest to not think of being at that certain place but it never worked.

The sound of a loud boom filled the silence, “oh no,” you whispered as you heard men outside of your door yelling as sirens began to ring through the air. “I have to get out of here,” you quickly grabbed the uniform and put it on, you had to disguise yourself in some way. Even if it meant putting on a men's uniform on top of your clothes. You put your hair up in a bun and covered it with the hat that was laying beside the uniform. You made your way out of the room, men were running down the hall, “what’s going on?” you asked, causing one of them to stop running to turn to you.

“We’re under attack!” he yelled, “everyone is needed outside!”

“Fuck,” you whispered as you watched as other men ran outside, “okay, okay, umm, what date was it,” your mind was somewhere else as you scrambled for the date that you had just come from.

“What are you doing, soldier!? Outside now!” A man yelled at you, you quickly gave him a nod and followed him outside. The scene was even worse, there were bodies of dead men who had been shot on the floor, while other men were shooting at Japanese aircraft. You heard another loud boom, and the ship you were on rocked back and forth, you quickly held onto the railing.

“I have to get out of here,” you whispered to yourself. You ran towards a small hiding spot, that you had spotted, “October Seventh Two Thousand and Seventeen,” you whispered to yourself, hoping that it’ll work. Hoping that you could get out of there before tragedy struck. “October Seventh Two Thousand and Seventeen!” You said a bit louder and with more confidence. You then heard silence, you slowly opened your eyes and saw that you were back in your room. You let out a relieved sigh as you choked back a sob. You quickly took off the uniform that you had accidentally brought back, throwing it in the trash bin you had in your room. You looked over at bedside table clock, Seven P.M. it read. “I-I was only gone for twenty minutes,” you mumbled to yourself, sighed and decided to call it an early night and began to get ready for bed.

It was a little after 2 in the morning when Steve and Bucky made it back from the meeting, “it was so uncalled for,” Bucky exclaimed as they made their way into the compound, “just hours of hearing Fury go on and on about how important our next mission was.”

Steve chuckled, “I know, I know,” he said softly to his best friend, “but Fury trusts us with this, he just tends to get excited about certain things.” Both men walked into the elevator.

“Yeah,” Bucky muttered as he pressed the button for his floor then the button for Steve’s floor. It didn’t take the elevator long to arrive at Bucky’s floor, “G’night, Steve,” He said with a soft yawn escaping his mouth as he walked out of the elevator.

“Night, Buck,” Steve said before the elevators doors closed once again. Once the elevator stopped onto Steve’s floor, he didn’t hesitate to walk out of the elevator. He made his way down the hall but when he passed your room, his pace slowly came to a stop. He could hear you're breathing heavily, but what startled him was the ear piercing scream that was erupted from your room.

“Help! Help me!” he heard you cry out, “help me!”

Steve quickly ran into your room, “Y/N!” He yelled but he calmed down a bit when he saw that you were laying in your bed, eyes closed… having a nightmare. “Y/N!” He said as he approached your bed, he sat beside you, “Y/N, wake up, sweetie,” he shook you softly, enough to startle you awake, causing you to quickly sit up in your bed.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you noticed Steve sitting on the edge of your bed, “Steve,” you quickly enveloped him in a hug.

He didn’t hesitate to return the hug, “it’s just a nightmare, hon,” he whispered into your hair, “everything is okay.”

You shook your head, “but it wasn’t a nightmare,” you said softly.

Steve let go of the hug so he could take a better look at you, “What do you mean?”

“I-I didn’t mean to,” you whispered as tears trailed their way down your cheeks, “I was reading about Pearl Harbor and I somehow,” you felt your breath hitch in your throat, “I didn’t mean to!”

Steve knew exactly what you were trying to say, “oh no, Y/N,” he said softly as he invited you back in for a hug which you gladly accepted. “It’s okay, you’re home now. You’re safe,” he said as he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“It was so scary,” you cried.

Steve let out a small sigh as he gently stroked your hair, “you know, it wasn’t always scary,” he said softly.

“No?” You asked quietly. His hand moved from your hair to your back, gently rubbing your back in a comforting way. It seemed to help you stop crying.

Steve chuckled, “did I ever tell you about the time Bucky made me ride a rollercoaster in Coney Island?”

“No,” you sniffled, “was this before or during the war?”

Steve sighed, “a little bit before,” Steve then continued on with his story, about how he ended up throwing up most of his food after the ride. But this was before he became Captain America. He also told you stories about the times he shared with the Howling Commandos, all the fun memories they had together. Memories he will forever cherish. “I don’t think Bucky will ever let down the fact that Peggy turned him down,” Steve said as he finished his story. He looked down at you, noticing your eyes closed and your breathing was steady. He smiled and laid you back down onto the bed before tucking you in, “goodnight, kid,” he said softly. He placed a kiss on your forehead before walking out of your room. Steve prayed that Bruce and Tony would somehow figure out a way that you could control your time-travel abilities. You were like a kid to him and he hated seeing that your abilities were getting to you, but for now, he was going to have to keep a closer eye on you.

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

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Title: Going Through Motions{5}

Title: Going Through Motions {5}

Steve Rogers X Reader OFC Korral “Korri” Evans

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Violence, Blood

Word Count: 4K

Summary: You and Steve had a hot, passionate, and wild romance seven years ago when you worked with the Avengers. It was the best year of your life; you’d never felt the things you’d felt in all your life. Then out of nowhere, Steve just ended things—in a letter. A heartbreaking letter, then the world deemed him a criminal, and he disappeared. Now, you’ve moved on and have gotten engaged to rich man Marc Spector. Tony brings you back to work with the newly rebuilt Avengers that is still led by Captain America who is definitely done asking for permission and not looking for forgiveness. Or is he?

Note: So, for this fic, we are going to alter the MCU timeline a bit. This takes place after Civil War, but Infinity War has not happened yet. Steve is off the grid for seven years before he comes back. {I know that’s a long time, but let me rock please} Also, I’m going to be introing/adding in Moon Knight (Marc Spector) in just because I feel like it and I want to start exploring other Marvel characters and of course I will twist him to serve my purposes.

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-Korral-

“What’s the situation?” Everyone looked around the briefing room at each other.

“Where’s Korral? Korral?” Tony spun around looking in every direction for you.

You could hear Tony asking for you. You were late, hell you almost didn’t even bother coming in. You walked through the door to stand before them. “You’re late?!” It was a mix of a question and a shocked statement. In the last seven years you’d never been late. You’d always been where you were supposed to be when you were supposed to be there. Clearing your throat you looked up from the tablet in your hands.

“Somehow the Pentagon is under attack. These surveilled images were taken.” You tapped your tablet and the images spread out on the screens ahead. A group of masked individuals dressed in full combat gear stormed through the halls shooting anyone they came across. A clip of a video played and the group of you watched six heavily armed men storm the military stationed massacring them with expertise.

“They look well trained,” Thor said. You nodded and continued tapping on your tablet as the information came to you. “Yes, I also noticed they looked to know the routine. They knew just when to attack and knew to take out this group of military,” you informed.

“You’re thinking they have an inside man,” Steve filled in. Gritting your teeth you forced any annoyance away. So what if he could still read your thoughts and finish them.

“Yes.” Tony stepped forward and tapped the side of his glasses, another image came up on the screen before it was paused. “She seems to be the one in charge,” Tony informed. You scanned the beautiful woman and wondered why all the pretty ones had to be the bad guys.

“Who is she?” Wanda approached closer to the screen and took a closer look. “We don’t know. What we do know is that she has powers,” you informed. Wanda smiled. “Not to worry so do I.” She balled her fists and the red rays ignited around her clenched fist.

“Be that as it may Wanda, everyone be careful, if she touches you she can burn right through you,” you warned. Wanda nodded and gave the image of the woman a determined scowl.

“All right, let’s get in the air. You walked over to Tony and held out small device that held a powerful kick. “Remember last resort, try not to bring the whole building down.” Tony smiled then tried to hide it before he cleared his throat.

“I don’t know why you’re giving it to me. Hold on to it.” Confused you looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. Once he realized you looked confused he shook his head. “You’re coming. Suit up.” Tony walked away to the other side of the room and you couldn’t believe your ears. “What? She’s not coming,” Steve protested.

“Why the hell not?” Tony spun around facing Steve. “Are you kidding Tony, it’s too dangerous.”

Approaching the two men seeming to discuss your actions without you, you pushed though. “Excuse you. I’m not going Tony. You don’t need me, the gang’s all together again.” Tony scoffed. “Come on Korral, you’re part of this gang. As for you Captain, who do you think went on all the missions while you were prancing around in your seven years of captivity.” Steve looked to you, he didn’t know that. Ignoring his inquiring eyes you focused on Tony.

“Tony, you need someone running intel. I will stay here.” Pepper walked in holding a tablet. She stopped beside Tony and kissed his cheek. “All set?” Groaning you knew she was there to do intel. Tony looked at you as if he were waiting for you to continue. “The longer you stand here the more people die. I know that’s not okay with either of you, so choice is yours.” Tony and Pepper stood there waiting for you to decide. While Tony’s expression was smug and annoyed, Pepper’s was sympathetic or was it pity. You didn’t know which to be more annoyed with. You didn’t want to be pitied or sympathized with; there was nothing to pity or be sympathetic about. Grunting you turned and stomped away like a child.

You’d barely slept the last week since your encounter with Steve in the changing room. You’d also stayed away from the compound and strictly remained in the city to Tony’s annoyance. Something in you told you Steve wouldn’t want to come into the city for a while. You were right, you managed to not see him for the entire week. You were grateful for it because you were slowly losing your shit.

For the life of you, you couldn’t understand why you’d reacted that way to seeing the room destroyed and him bleeding. You didn’t know why you rushed to him like a concerned lover, or cared to help clean his wounds—self inflicted wounds. You couldn’t believe he’d done it to himself, that didn’t sound like the Steve you knew. Every time your mind flashed to his hand on your chin and lip you couldn’t stop the shiver that took over or the way your heart pounded. You’d let him touch you so intimately and you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself more for the fact that you’d had intense, dirty, and incredibly passionate wet dreams about him since.

So, you did the only natural thing. Suppressed and ignored it all. If you didn’t give mental space to it then it never happened. Once you’d dressed made your way to the quinjet trying to get your head in the game and off of the daydream of Steve’s fingers between your legs. Steve stood just to the side tinkering with a device on his wrist. When he saw you, you recognized the look on his face, you’d seen it hundreds of times and every time you had it did things to you.

“Finally, let’s go,” Tony called out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Everyone spun around and saw Secretary of State Ross standing there with three armed military men.

“Where do you think we’re going dressed like this, ComicCon?” Ross rolled his eyes at Tony then looked at Steve. The armed soldiers walked behind Steve and stood awaiting orders. Steve glanced behind him then back to Ross. You saw the clench in his jaw and the anger in his eyes.

“I’m talking about him, Tony. He still has yet to sign the papers.” He was talking about the terms he’d set for Steve. “Ah, those papers. They’re somewhere in my office, I’ll send them over when we get back,” Tony lied.

“Good thing I brought another copy. As soon as he signs he can go.” Ross walked to Steve. Once in front of him he held them out to him. Steve didn’t bother looking down, instead he kept his eyes glued on the man before him. Neither of them looked as if they were backing down.

“Ross , can we do this another time? The Pentagon is—.” Ross fanned Tony off. “No. I am not going to have this one running off with yet another criminal when he deems it fit. There are rules and he needs to remember they apply to him.” Ross shoved the paper into Steve’s chest. The sound that came from him sounded like a growl and the butterflies began in your belly. The look on Steve’s face was a fierce one, one you didn’t recognize, one you liked a lot more than you should have. He took a step forward with a fist balled.

“Steve,” Sam began in a cautionary tone. It was enough to make him stop. The tension in the air was strong and so was the testosterone though you suspected that was all from Steve. God, he was fine as fuck like this. You had no idea what had come over you.

“Sign,” Ross reiterated. Steve took the papers and briefly skimmed them before he scoffed. “You must be crazy if you think I’m going to sign this. I’d rather die or rot in whatever chamber you’ve constructed thinking it can hold me. Spoiler, it can’t. You see there is something you don’t know about me Mr. secretary. You have no idea what I’ve been through these last seven years, no idea who I’ve had to become just to survive. The boy you and your government injected and created those decades ago is gone. The minute you put out a kill order on me and mine. This man before you, you’ve never met before and there is nothing that will get in the way of what’s mine again.” His eyes fell to you when he said the word “mine” and your heart leapt.

“You’ve got some nerve! You think all is forgiven because there’s a crisis? Again Steve scoffed and took the last step standing square in front of Ross. He was close enough for their noses to almost touch. The soldiers behind him stepped to him which prompted Sam, Nat, Clint, Vision, Wanda, Thor and even Tony to step forward to them. It was the ultimate show of solidarity and the best sign that all was mended with them. A smile tickled your lips that you couldn’t wipe off.

“Let’s get one thing clear. I’m not looking for forgiveness, and I’m way past asking permission. We’re here to fight, me included. If you want to stand in my way, we’ll fight you too.” Just like that you were turned on. This was not the same Steve you’d known. This man was a stranger. Steve ripped the papers in half and those halves into halves before he dropped them to the ground. He raised his eyebrows at Ross as if to say “your move.” Ross didn’t make a move. Steve turned to the soldiers and stared at them. Without needing to be told they stepped aside. Steve walked to the quinjet without another word. You didn’t know which alternate universe you were in. “Coming Korral?” Snapping out of your daze you hurried to the aircraft and took your seat and strapped in. Within seconds you were in the air and in stealth mode.

-45 minutes Later-

A few miles from The Pentagon you got a call from Marc, excusing yourself to a lone corner of He quinjet you accepted the video call. When his image popped up in the air you smiled. “Ooh, either it’s role play night or you’re off on a mission.” You scoffed and shook your head. “We’re closing in now. I know we had plans but I don’t think I’ll make it.” Marc smirked and nodded. “Yeah I figured. It’s okay honey I was calling you to—.” Your video connection ended with a red “signal lost” message. You sighed and rolled your eyes. When you looked back you saw Steve’s eyes on you and it rattled you. You walked over to the weapons wall and decided to load up. After a few minutes you felt him standing beside you as he pretended to look for a weapon.

“Korri—,” he began. As you cocked one of the guns you paused. There was a time you loved hearing him call you that. Now seven years later it reminded you of everything he threw away, everything he didn’t want with you. Now the name caused you pain but you couldn’t lie it also made you fiercely want. “I told you, it’s Korral.”

“You used to love when I called you Korri, hated Korral, at least from me.” Glaring at him you raised the gun you held before you slowly dropped it into your holster. “Times change.” You turned back to the wall and continued the task at hand. “When we get down there thing are going to get crazy. Watch your left, keep me or Sam in your sight. If you get into trouble use our signal.” You didn’t know what you hated more, the fact that he thought you were some defenseless, useless creature, that he was telling you what to do like he was your captain, or that he remembered the signal between the two of you and had the nerve to bring it up. It could have been a mixture of all three that had you seeing red.

“And who are you exactly? You may be Captain America the first avenger and the one everyone seems to love, but don’t you get it twisted you’re not either to me.” Hurt radiated through his eyes. He looked down to the floor, clenched his jaw then rolled his shoulders back. You turned from him and continued what you were doing. “I’m just trying to look out for you.” You scoffed and loaded a set of dangers onto your holster.

“Now you’re looking out for me. Look, I don’t need you looking out for me. I can more than take care of myself.” When you turned to walk off he stepped in front of you blocking your path. “What’s that supposed to mean—now?” When you didn’t answer he took another step to you invading your personal space. You could smell every component that made him up including the leather that clad his perfectly sculpted body. Jesus, you thought how was it possible for him to be even more intimidating. Before he was an alpha because he was created to be one, created to be superior now he was an alpha because that was all that emulated from him. Every electron firing of his hard body told everyone within a one hundred mile radius that he was top dog.

“Everything I’ve ever done was to protect you Korri—everything!” He spoke through the tight clench of his jaw, on the last word he gripped your arm as if to emphasis the depth of his meaning. Once he touched you your heartbeat picked up again. You stood there for a few moments just staring in his eyes. His blue eyes were an intense shade of blue. He looked serious as if he meant it or believed he meant it. From the side you hear a loud exaggerated sound of someone clearing their throat. You pulled your arm from his grip and walked away to the others who were waiting for the two of you. Tony finished the brief with up to date information and then the doors opened. All was quiet.

In a careful sequence everyone split into two groups with the exception of Tony and Thor who took to the sky. Wanda, Vision, and Clint went right which left you, Steve, Nat and Sam. You had every thought to just go out on your own but knew that was stupid. Steve took lead and glanced behind him locking eyes with you as if to say, “don’t test me”. Once you’d maneuvered across the lawn to the only entrance you all lined against the stone wall.

“You know this is probably a trap entrance right. They’re all probably waiting ready to shoot,” Sam theorized. “You sound scared, Sam,” Nat joked. He only scoffed and shook his head. “Never scared, ready when y’all are.” Nat and Steve looked to each other and nodded. “Let’s smoke em’ out,” Steve said. Nat dug in her leather jacket, ran to the door and tossed in the small device. When she came back you inserted the nose breather as did the rest of them.

From inside the explosion rang out. Steve nodded and the group of you ran inside the gas filled building. The four of you saw bodies littering the floor, those who’d succumbed to the effects of the nerve gas. Ahead you saw a group of armed assistants quickly approaching. “Let’s get to work,” Steve said. Each of you went off to meet them. Focusing on the man in front of you, you quickly disarmed him and dropped him to the ground and moved to the next.

Almost five minutes later the four of you met at the stairs before you filed up in combat formation. Steve led the first ascend before he stopped at the bottom of the next flight to have Sam lead it up while he watched your backs, then the next in line followed the formation. When you’d made it to the fifth floor you were leading you rounded the steps then slinked back when you saw two men there guarding the door. Signaling to them the situation you reached in your holster and took out a small piece of tech. You tapped into the watch you wore on your wrist and the tech came to life. You programmed them to forge ahead and do your dirty work. The two bodies dropping was the signal you needed when you climbed the steps. Steve looked down and saw their eyes gouged out.

“Damn, what kind of tech is that?” You smirked at Sam. “I call it kiss of death, it’ll daze you long enough for it to disrupt the brain’s neural function, causing the brain to melt.” Sam looked disgusted, Nat looked impressed and Steve looked amused. “Nice,” Nat expressed as you opened the door. Sam looked down to the victims and shook his head. “That’s cold.”

The four of you took your time advancing through the building taking down any threat in your way. Nostalgia filled you, you’d always worked well together. You were beginning to have fun and it took away from anything else you felt. With each advance you made the more you saw Steve in action, he moved with a confidence that was more attractive than anything.

When you rounded a corner you saw Wanda, Clint and Vision in the middle of fighting a group of armed men, the chaos around provided enough of a distraction for the woman you saw in the surveillance video to make a mad dash down the hall in the opposite direction. Thor dropped in front of her fully electrified. “Going somewhere?” The woman glared at Thor before he propelled his hammer ready to fling it at her. She jumped into the air and clung to the pipe before it dissolved in her hands. She aimed the pipe to Thor and steam swarmed around him. It was enough to distract him for her to kick him and make a move for his hammer. When she touched it and attempted to take it the hammer dropped to the floor. Thor smiled. “You’re not worthy!” With that he kicked her sending her across the hall to land in front of you.

She quickly sprang to her feet, your eyes zeroed in on the canister she held. Recollection rang in your head; you’d seen it before. You quickly scanned your memory and after a few seconds you remembered. She must have seen when you did. As if in slow motion she grabbed the weapon from one of the men that were fighting and aimed it to you at the same time you were lunging for her. Once you saw the gun aimed to you, you looked to Steve who was already making a move to intervene. “Korri!” Just like that time resumed and she fired the machine gun.

Suddenly you were wrapped in a tight cocoon and the sound of ricocheting bullets rang out around you. You looked up into Marc’s eyes. “I don’t think either of us will make those plans, honey.” You smiled; the firing finished. He lowered his long cloak. You saw Steve standing there with a look of sheer terror on his face. From behind him you could see the woman approaching him with her hand outstretched. “Steve, behind you!” You began running to him flipping through the air. You reached into your holster and threw one of the daggers. The dagger went through her wrist stopping her before she could touch him. Her pained scream echoed in the hollow hall. You landed in front of Steve and kicked the woman sending her to a waiting Tony who confined her hands into metal enclosed shackles. You could see the canister to the side. Bending you took it up and examined it, sure you knew what it was.

“You think you’ve won?” You held it up. “Who do you work for?” She looked at you with pure hatred, but she didn’t speak. “That’s fine. We have other ways of making you talk,” Tony said before pushing her forward to walk. Steve approached and stood beside you. The two of you looked at each other but didn’t speak. It felt like there was so much to say but nothing at the same time. You saw Marc approaching and looked away. “Are you all right?” He touched your cheek, his concern clear on his face. “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks to you.” He put his forehead to yours. “No thank you needed, you’re my heart Korral.” He kissed you softly. When he pulled away you saw Steve still stood there watching. Your stomach fell and your nerves took over. Marc looked to Steve. “Good work, Captain.” Steve looked to you and you saw pain in his eyes. You didn’t know why it effected you, but it did. You wanted to vomit. “You too,” Steve said. He walked ahead leaving you standing there with Marc. You felt like shit and you hated it. He should feel like shit, you thought.

Once you all made it back to the lawn near the quinjet the ball of nerves in you still hadn’t faded and neither had the feeling of being scum. “I’ll get that back to the compound,” Marc offered as he took the canister. “Okay.” He kissed you again only this time with much more passion. “Be careful, I haven’t gotten you down the aisle yet, I can’t lose you.” You forced a smile. Marc kissed your forehead before he levitated off the ground and into the air before he created a small sonic boom in the sky before he torpedoed out of sight.

You walked to the jet; Steve stood on the open hatch watching you. You wondered if he’d watched the exchange between you and Marc just now. He didn’t look angry, he was unreadable. A grenade rolled in front of you just then. “Grenade!” You shouted before jumping out it’s way. You hadn’t jumped far enough, you got caught in it’s blast radius and went flying. Your body landed on the ground and pain radiated through you. You could hear gunfire all around you. But you couldn’t see anything through the smoke. You groaned and tried to find your equilibrium but every time you made an attempt to stand you dropped back to the ground. Pressing your head to the dirt and grass you groaned suddenly you felt a heavy body beside you. Panicking, you swung out unable to make out the hazy figure.

Blinking your eyes again what felt like the fiftieth time they slowly focused and you saw Steve in front of you. His lips were moving but you couldn’t hear a thing. He pulled up to to stand and from behind him you could make out the figure of someone holding a gun. You didn’t know who it was but when they got closer you realized it wasn’t a friend. “Noooo!” You lunged forward pushing Steve behind you, but that is not where he stayed. In a haze he flipped you to the ground just as the gun went off. That is when your hearing came back, Steve grunted in your ear and you knew he’d been hit. Suddenly the two of you were being lifted into the air. You could see the red rays of Wanda’s magic underneath you. It wasn’t until you both were inside the hovering latch did the rays fade and the speed of which the jet took off made you lung backwards onto Steve.

“Shit, he’s been hit!” Nat rushed over with the first aid kit, you could see his red blood wetting his suit. In your hesitation Nat took over and took care of his wound. Everything crashed onto you then and all you could do was sit on the floor of the quinjet as a plethora of emotions stormed through you.

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buckthegrump · 5 years ago

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In Another Life (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC!F!Reader (Kinda), Steve Rogers x POC!F!Reader (Kinda)

Word Count: 2518

Warnings: Assualt, All the Angst, Slight AU

A/N: This originally was going to be a one-shot but I’m not sure how i feel about the ending so I guess we’ll see what happens

The jet was quiet as you sat next to Captain America who was convinced that you had fucked up the mission.

“Well if you had just let me help you,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. He had been telling you what to do for years, ever since the 40s. You had also had the serum injection and Dr. Zola had done an experiment on you, so now you were stuck with the star-spangled man with a plan himself telling you what you did wrong for eternity.

“I didn’t need your help and we completed our mission did we not?” You stared at him.

“I mean I guess,” he crossed his arms in a huff.

He was about to make another response when you got a call from Fury.

“Cap, Y/l/n, we need you to check something out before you come back,” he said skipping the hellos.

“Sounds good,” you said.

“Sending you the coordinates now,” he said hanging up.

“Hopefully you won’t fuck this one up.”

“Ya know what Barnes?” You turned to him. “How about you just do this one yourself and I’ll just sit here in the jet and maybe I’ll take a nap or something.”

“No Y/n, I need you!” He whined sparking a small argument between the two of you before you get to the site.

“Then don’t fucking test me,” you told him.

“So uh,” Bucky started with a smirk on his face, “anyone caught your fancy recently?”

You ignored his question, ever since Bucky had been woken up he’d been trying to set you up with anyone.

“No, I’m serious? Ever since -”

“No Bucky. No one has ‘caught my fancy’. I’m not looking for someone to capture my fancy,” you told him, “What about you? Notice anyone lately?”

“Y/n you and I know that I don’t have the time or patience for any of that,” Bucky groaned.

“Then leave it alone.”

That was the last thing said and the ride to the site was quiet. When the two of you got there you could tell something was off. One look at Bucky told him that you would take the lead, you step out of the jet first with Bucky right behind you.

The next thing you know someone was coming at you with a knife. Once you gathered yourself to defend yourself and attack them back. You finally got a good look at him while Bucky was distracting him, you attacker was just a few inches taller than Bucky, had long light brown hair, a metal arm, and his face was covered by something.

You feel a sharp pain on your left side, you look down to find blood and a gun in the attacker's hand. Bucky’s hand clamps onto your shoulder and you teleport him and yourself back into the jet and waste no time in getting off the ground.

“What the hell was that?” Bucky asked while he went through every drawer looking for the first aid kit.

“More like who was that?” You responded.

Bucky came back and you lifted your shirt to expose the wound.

“I’m sorry I don’t think we have anything for the pain,” Bucky said before touching you.

“I’ve been through worse,” you said flinching when he finally started.

He pulled out the bullet as gingerly as he could, but that didn’t change the fact that it hurt.

“There was something about him,” you tried distracting yourself.

“What about him?” Bucky asked not taking his eyes off of your wound.

“There was just something that felt familiar about him like I’ve seen someone fight like that before.”

“He fought a lot like you do.”

You stared at Bucky for a minute.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Just that if I didn’t know any better I would think that you were trained by the same person,” he shrugged. “Alright there all better.”

“Can I see the bullet?”

He handed it to you and you examined it the rest of the way home. When you got back you started running tests on it. You stayed up all night trying to piece together who that could be and who they could be working for. It was close to 4am when the test came back inconclusive.

“What are you still doing up?”

You turned to see Bucky standing in the doorway.

“I couldn’t get that guy out of my head, what are you doing up?”

“I had some people look into it and apparently there’s been a spotting of our guy so c’mon,” he beckoned you to follow him, “I need you there in case I need a quick getaway.”

“Good to know that you value me for my fighting skills and my personality,” you scoffed.

“Honestly I could do without the sarcasm.”

“And I could do without the righteousness James,” you clipped.

“Damn I was kidding.”

You cocked an eyebrow while you stared at him.

“Get fucked,” you said walking back onto the quinjet.

The warehouse was dark and he waited in silence. The scene that lay in front of him was horrific but no one would get a reaction out of him. He could hear the footsteps above him and the hushed chit-chat between two people. There was something about the voices that reminded him of something but he couldn’t remember what.

“Oh shit,” a male voice said and the footsteps stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

That’s when he knew it was his time to attack.

He swung his arm at the man taking him by surprise but it didn’t take long for him to regain himself and fight back. Suddenly there was someone on his back, he reached up and threw the person off his back next to the other man, the person got ahold of his face mask and took it with them when they went flying. When they got up and turned around both the guy and girl stopped dead in their tracks.

“Holy fuck,” the girl gasped

“Steve?” The man asked.

“Who the fuck is Steve?”

1942

“You can’t keep signing up for the war under different names,” you looked at your best friend.

“But Y/n,” he said, “I need to help people in need.”

“Well, there are many ways to do that.”

“Yeah Buck told me,” he sighed, “and I’m going to tell you the same thing I told him, I’m not staying behind and picking up scrap metal while other men lay down their lives.”

“Besides you know it’s illegal to lie on the form,” you reminded him.

He shrugged it off but you were scared shitless for him. It was not surprising that he kept trying to sign up and that he was continuously turned away.

Someone bumped into you and glared at you as if you had something to do with it.

You groaned softly from the paint of the impact and he turned around to stare you down.

“Do you have something to say?” He said right in your face.

You shook your head quickly to avoid a confrontation but he spat in your face, as gross as it was you’d been through worse. But Steve, sweet Steve who would stand up for anyone in need didn’t see it quite like you did.

“Hey apologize to her,” Steve demanded and you closed your eyes.

“What?” the asshole asked.

“I said. Apologize,” Steve was doing his best to be intimidating.

You glanced at Steve who was gearing up to fight and you stepped back going through your options.

The asshole started taunting Steve and calling the two of you nasty names, it didn’t take long for it to escalate to a fight. A fight that you so desperately wanted to help out in but you knew that if the asshole started beating you, you might not come out alive.

“Hey, why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” You looked over to see a brown haired blue eyed man stalk over and rip the asshole off Steve.

You watched as the new guy fought the asshole until he was gone. You backed yourself up against the brick wall hoping that you would become invisible.

“Ya know, you could always walk away,” the guy looked down at Steve.

“I had him on the ropes,” Steve said wiping the blood from his mouth, “Besides he was being a bully.”

“Have you ever noticed that they leave you alone if you don’t provoke them?”

“It wasn’t me they were bullying Bucky,” Steve walked over to you and handed you his handkerchief.

You accepted it and wipe the spit off your face, finally.

“Who’s this?” Bucky asked.

“A friend of mine,” Steve said.

“I’m Bucky,” Bucky reached out his hand, you just stared at it and him not quite sure how to react to that.

“Y/n,” you barely whispered.

“I was walking her home from work,” Steve said, which was a lie.

You looked at him about to correct him but he shot you a look.

“Speaking of which I should go, I’ll see you later Steve,” you said walking away.

You had known Steve for a few months, he came in a few times to your mother’s diner. It was something that had everyone on edge but as time went by everyone had grown accustomed to him being around every once in a while. But today had been the first day the two of you had been out in public. You had run into him outside of a drafting station, when he offered to walk you home you objected as to not draw attention to either of you but he didn’t listen.

And you knew in your heart of hearts that it was reckless and stupid but you couldn’t help but develop a crush on the man. It was something that you hadn’t told anyone and you would never tell anyone because they would all think that you were crazy or had a death wish.

In the month that followed that incident, Steve would bring Bucky into the diner a few times, always later in the day when he knew you were working and there weren’t many people there.

The first time was very close to close but your mom liked Steve or ‘the little white one’ as she called him.

“Y/n,” your mom called from the kitchen.

“Yes, mama?” You ran back after seating the two men.

“You need to tell your little white friend that it gives your mama a damn heart attack when he brings in normal sized whites into this diner,” she whispered very loudly.

“Sorry ma’am,” Steve yelled back.

“Keep your white friends in check,” she said pointing a ladle at you. You wanted to tell her that you couldn’t control that tiny white boy if you wanted to but instead, you lifted your hands.

You walked over to the table.

“She’s right though if you don’t want trouble you shouldn’t be around these parts of town,” you looked directly at Bucky.

“I’m not going to cause trouble besides,” Bucky claimed, “Steve raves about the food here.”

“Your usual then?” You smiled at Steve and he nodded.

“Make it two,” Bucky said.

“Mama!” You yelled walking over to the window, “can we get two white boy specials?”

That was before, before one day when you were walking home and you were kidnapped. Before you were strapped to a table with a group of men standing around speaking in a language you didn’t know. All you knew was that it hurt, you could feel your DNA changing.

There was one night when everything was in chaos and you could swear that you heard Steve’s voice. You could hear a fight going on outside but you focused on the voice that reminded you of home. That night all you could think of was that voice, you were trying to will yourself to be next to the person who owned it.

Not a second later you were standing in front of someone who looked a lot like Steve and Bucky, but it couldn't be because Steve wasn’t that tall.

“Y/n?” the tall Steve look-alike spoke.

“The fuck did you eat?” you asked before collapsing into his arms.

You woke up expecting to be greeted by the scientists again but next to you was Bucky.

“I had a dream where I wasn’t in New York and Steve was big,” you told him.

“That was no dream kid,” he sighed pulling up a chair to your bedside.

“Well, then how did I escape?”

“Beats us,” Steve’s voice came from the doorway.

At the sight of him you perked up instantly, this change did not go unnoticed by Bucky.

“So you’re just big now?” You asked.

“Seems the way,” he smiled.

“Looks like mom is going to have to call you something other than my ‘little white friend’.”

Steve laughed and said that he has to be somewhere but he’ll be back.

“How long have you been in love with Steve?” Bucky asked.

“Since before you and I met,” you said then stared wide-eyed at Bucky, “How did you know?”

“Please, I had my suspicions since we first met.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” you begged.

“Of course.”

And he didn’t. Not that it would matter because later you stood by and watched as Steve fell in love with Peggy Carter. Not that you could blame him, she was amazing. She trained you to fight and was a friend to you. When Steve fell from the train you were there for her and made her feel better by telling her about all the jokes that the two of you could make about Bucky now picking up the shield and taking on the role of Captain America. But the jokes didn’t last long.

“Y/n,” Bucky’s voice came over the radio, “I have to put her into the water.”

“Bucky there has to be another way,” you said tears streaming down your face fulling aware that you’re about to lose your last friend from home.

“There’s no time Y/n it’s me or the eastern seaboard.”

“We don’t trade lives Bucky, please just think this through.”

“Hey, kid?” He asked after a pause.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

That was the last thing he said to you before the line went dead.

It took you years to realize that you weren’t actually aging and that you had been injected with the serum as well. You worked with Peggy to found SHIELD but after that, you disappeared. Until one day you got wind of Captain America being alive.

“Goddamn it,” were Bucky’s first words to you in over 70 years.

“What?”

“How do you still look good? I’m assuming you weren’t also stuck in a block of ice.”

“No, but you don’t look so bad yourself for an old guy,” you smirked.

“So where do we go from here?” He asked.

“I should be asking you that, after all, you are the star-spangled man with a plan.”

“I want to go back into that ice block now,” he said and you laughed.

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cake-writes · 5 years ago

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In Your Atmosphere (Part Two)

Pairings: Steve x Reader & platonic Bucky x Reader (mostly)

Warnings: PTSD / Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety Disorder, Panic Attacks, Mental Health Issues, Survivor Guilt, Eventual Smut 18+

Summary: The first time you met Steve Rogers, he kissed the hell out of you. It wasn't the first time he met you.

Part One / Master List

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Less than three hours later and you’d already learned how quickly the gossip spread around here. You hadn't even met the other Avengers yet and you were already getting a reputation. What that reputation was, exactly, you weren’t entirely sure, but even some of the general staff on the administrative floors seemed to eyeball you as you stormed around the compound.

Oh, god help him if you saw him before you calmed down. You were going to give him a piece of your mind, because how dare he give you that kind of reputation. You were great at your job, and you prided yourself in your work. Now none of that seemed to matter.

To release some of your frustrations, you decided to hit the gym. The unfamiliar quiet made it impossible to shake the recent events from your mind. You hated the way your body had responded to him so eagerly, how easily he’d been able to take your breath away with such a passionate kiss. Your reaction to it surely would have further fuelled the rumours. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t entirely on him.

After you shoved a pair of Tony's readily-provided wireless earbuds into your ears, you fussed with your phone as you walked on the treadmill to warm up, finally selecting a particularly nasty playlist. Then you got to work.

With all of the commotion at SHIELD as of late, you hadn't had a good workout in over a week. Your muscles burned as you bench-pressed your max weight, doing two less repetitions than you usually could. Today was definitely not the day to set a personal best. With an irritated groan, you racked the bar and sat up, wiping the sweat from your brow with your towel.

It wasn't really your day at all, considering, well… everything.

You did two more quick, annoyed sets and then fastened your lifting belt around your abdomen to start on your squats. The barbell was a large, welcome weight at the back of your neck as you watched your form in the mirror. That, at least, was decent, and you didn't have to reduce your reps or weight this time. Maybe today wasn’t a total failure. And, hey, you looked damn good in the tight grey leggings and seamless top that Tony had also given you upon your arrival. They were made of some special moisture-wicking material that was probably more expensive than your rent - or at least what it used to be in DC.

At this time of day, around two in the afternoon, you'd found the gym deserted. It didn't stay that way. With the music blaring in your ears, you didn't hear when someone else entered the room.

The slightest bit of movement in the corner of your vision caught you off guard, and you startled, unceremoniously dropping the barbell onto the padded floor with a loud clang as the weight plates smacked together. Your hands were already out in front of you, balled into fists, an ingrained reaction to unexpected stimuli.

Then you saw who it was, and your temper flared instantly. Of course he was here right now, looking hot as hell in that tight white tee shirt and those stupid fucking sweatpants that made his ass look great. Didn’t he have more important things to do than get you all worked up again?

Ripping the earbuds from your ears, your angry snarl came out before you could bite it back, "What the hell do you want?"

If he was at all taken aback by your nasty greeting, he didn’t let it show.

"Hey." His tone was nice enough, but it was firm. "Language."

You bristled at the warning.

"Sorry, Captain, but I’m not an Avenger," you sneered. “Don’t think you can order me around.”

It was very unlike you to resort to playground taunts. You’re not the boss of me, Captain. Nyah nyah.

Now, you certainly had every right to be upset, but for a large part of it you knew it was just projection. You’d always been attracted to him in the photos and video clips you’d seen of him – mostly on the news – and truth be told, you were still reeling from his kiss. What girl wouldn’t want to be kissed by Captain America? Of course you were thrilled. At the same time, you hated that you'd liked it so much, so now you were lashing out because you were an emotional wreck of a person.

Quite the opposite, Steve Rogers was well-known for his patience, his self-control – but you were so incredibly talented at making him lose it. You always had been.

For the first time in a very, very long time, he just hadn’t been able to help himself. It was like his brain had stopped working in favour of letting his body, his instincts, take over. He’d been missing your kisses, your taste, your touch ever since he could remember. For ages, he’d been longing to feel your body against him again – and then, suddenly, there you were.

If only he’d taken the time to look, really look at you before he acted on his first impulse, he would have noticed your youth. He would have seen that this iteration of you wasn’t his best girl. No, that girl - that sweet, bold, beautiful woman who had first captivated him so long ago - had yet to appear.

As he looked at you now under the harsh fluorescent lighting, the difference was unmistakable. Your beautiful eyes weren’t weary. They weren’t hardened from battle. They didn’t shine with the shared love between the two of you. Not yet.

Instead, they were angry and fixed upon him in a heated glare. Today was the first day you’d met him, and now – now you quite clearly despised him. He didn’t blame you.

“Look,” Steve spoke patiently, doing his best to keep the peace, “I’m sorry. If you want me to leave, I’ll go. I can come back when you’re done.”

You pressed your lips together in a thin line as you considered his offer. No, this was his home, too, and he’d been here way longer than you. He was also an Avenger, so surely his physical training was much more important than yours in the grand scheme of things. It would be selfish of you to accept.

You frowned. “No, that’s not fair to you.”

And just like that, the fire of your rage faded into an insignificant smoulder. There was something so kind and so genuine about him that you just couldn’t shake. As soon as he had realized that you were uncomfortable, he asked you what you wanted him to do. He gave you a choice. You appreciated that very much.

Not that he had given you one earlier, but hey. Baby steps.

“It’s not a problem,” he told you, slinging his duffel bag back over his shoulder. “Really. I’ll come back in an hour.”

“Wait,” you called out. “It’s not like I own the place. You live here too.” Hesitantly, you added a little gentle ribbing to test the waters and diffuse some of the tension, “Wouldn’t want you to fail your PT test, or whatever it is you do. I mean, do you lift cars, or…?”

Steve’s brows raised at your teasing, and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You’ve got jokes, huh?”

His smile made you weak. “I’ve got a ton.”

“Guess I’ll stay, then,” he said with a shrug, setting his duffel down on the bench. “Wouldn’t want you to sign me out of commission.”

You snorted and turned to your own bag, returning the earbuds back into their case and retrieving your water bottle. You still weren’t happy about your new reputation, but he wasn’t entirely to blame for it. Mostly, but not entirely. As you nursed your water, you watched him set up his equipment, not even trying to hide your curiosity. God, the bar looked like it was about to bend in half, he’d stacked so many weight plates upon it.

“Are you serious right now?” you asked him in disbelief. “How many pounds is that?”

“I mean, you said you had a ton.”

You choked on your next gulp of water, a combination of a laugh and an actual attempt at hydration. That was a terrible joke, even for you.

“I won’t believe it until I see it,” you countered cheekily. “Give me five reps, soldier.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a grin and laid down on the bench.

Your eyes trailed over his toned body as he did just as you asked, pushing out five easy reps. His muscles flexed and rippled under the heavy weight – a literal ton – but he didn’t even break a sweat. You chewed your lip thoughtfully as you watched him. Jesus, no wonder he was able to manhandle you so easily earlier. You loved it.

The loud clink of him racking the bar again brought you back to reality.

“Captain Rogers,” you spoke incredulously, “I think you might just be a show-off.”

“Doll,” he began, sitting back up to look at you, “You’d know if I was showing off.”

You’d been so stunned from the kiss earlier that when he called you ‘doll’ afterwards, it didn’t really register; but now, being alone with him, it most certainly did. The way he was looking at you did nothing to quell the heat rising in your cheeks.

He was flirting with you.

You swallowed thickly.

The casual, lighthearted atmosphere had disappeared in an instant, replaced by sweet, delicious, nearly unbearable sexual tension. You knew you weren’t the only one feeling it: the fact that he had kissed you earlier proved that he wanted to kiss you, and despite how indignant you were, despite how much you tried to ignore the way it made your heart race, Natasha was right. You absolutely loved it.

“Sorry,” Steve offered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s an old habit. Does it bother you?”

“What?”

“Calling you ‘doll’. Does it bother you? I mean, considering…”

Considering he’d kissed the living daylights out of you just a couple of hours ago?

“No,” you said hoarsely. “It’s fine.”

Your face was flushed, and your heart was pounding. It was more than fine.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as you finally stooped to collect the long-forgotten barbell you’d dropped on the floor. Its heft seemed lighter, now, probably because of all the adrenaline running through your veins. You easily placed it back onto the squat rack, but you kept your back toward him as you slowly unloaded the plates, not wanting him to see the effect he had on you.

You had so many questions, but not enough courage to ask them. Instead, you forced them down and, after you put the last plate back, you spun around and crossed your arms.

“So, Cap,” you challenged, “Take me through your workout.”

You hoped that it would distract you from the tension, and it did. For a while.

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An hour later, you were sprawled out on your back, on the floor, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

In retrospect, you probably should have known better than to ask Captain America of all people to train you. Not because he was a super soldier and all that, but because he was brutal. Your muscles were already aching, and you could only imagine how sore you were going to be in the morning.

“Who likes burpees,” you grumbled under your breath, rolling from your back to your stomach to get up. God, you couldn’t even get up off the floor properly.

“No one likes burpees,” Steve told you pointedly, squatting down next to you, “but they do the job.”

“You’re a sadist,” you groaned, slowly pulling yourself up to a seated position.

“If you’ve still got enough energy to complain, then we’re not done yet.”

“No more,” you wailed dramatically, flopping back down onto your back. The padded gym flooring was cool to the touch against your overheated, sweat-slicked skin. It had been a full two minutes since your last round and you still hadn’t managed to catch your breath. You weren’t out of shape by any means, but it was just too hot in here despite the many fans the two of you had since turned on.

As you waved the collar of your shirt back and forth to try and get some air flow going, you didn’t notice that it was pulling the hem up, revealing a small strip of your abdomen. That is, until you caught him staring. Thankfully, your cheeks were already flushed from the exercise.

On the flipside, his face hadn’t been, at least not until you caught him staring. That was a fun discovery. It seemed even he could blush.

Steve cleared his throat and got back to his feet, offering you his hand to help you up. When you took it, you found that your breathing was finally starting to go back to normal - only for the touch of his skin to take it away again. His temperature ran much hotter than yours, and you could feel his body heat and the roughness of his large, callused hand against the soft skin of your palm.

He easily pulled you to your feet like you didn’t weigh a thing. Considering he could bench press a literal ton, to him you were probably light as a feather.

"Thanks," you told him breathlessly.

He gave you a single nod and released your hand, but your skin still tingled from his touch. To distract yourself from it, you began to pack up your things.

“I was rude to you earlier,” you ventured hesitantly, not looking up from your bag. You were embarrassed by your awful behaviour. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I shouldn’t have put my hands on you.”

You finally looked up from your bag to meet his eyes. They were gentle, kind, and so, so blue. There was an emotion there that you just couldn’t place, but the lingering remorse was genuine.

In that moment, you were hit with the sudden realization that he was just as human as you.

“Let’s start over,” you suggested, holding out your hand for another handshake. The first time you’d met, it hadn’t exactly been a proper introduction and you wanted to wipe the slate clean, for both of you. A look of understanding came across his face and, when he took your hand, you offered him your full name.

This time, your hand was steady, not trembling like before. He replied with a smile, “Steve Rogers.”

“Steve,” you repeated, testing the feel of his name on your tongue. It felt good to say his actual name, rather than his title, and you resolved to use it going forward. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He said your first name in response and shook your hand once, twice, and then he let you go. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

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Operation: Man Flu Part Five

Operation: Man Flu part five!

This is it folks the last installment of this fic! I’m constantly blown away from all of the kind words from all of you, especially since I’m new to this whole writing thing. I truly loved writing this, and even though I am SUPER sad to see it go, I’m really excited for what’s to come! Enjoy!

Pairings: Steve x Shield Agent Female Reader!

Words: 4,150

Ratings/Warnings: I’m going to put hard R here for the whole thing because there’s going to be cussing, mentions of sickness, alcohol consumption, physical fights, mental breakdowns. Jealousy, love triangles (sort of), and lots of crude humor. Just strap in.

Also no Beta so my mistakes are my only thing to claim, I don’t own any characters either, with the exception of the reader, a doctor, and some random characters here and there.

It is in Y/N (Your Name) L/N (Last Name) format. Enjoy!

Part 5

Monday 1130 Hours

“Where are they?” Sam questioned, tapping his foot impatiently as he and the rest of The Avengers sat at the table for their Monday morning meeting. Y/N was never “one to be late, and the fact that Steve “Mr. Punctuality.” Rogers was with her made it worse.

Tony sighed, clearly annoyed. “I’m sure they’re fine Wilson, take a pill.”

“But what if something happened to them last night? They never came back to the Tower!”

“Again, I’m sure they’re fine. If they were smart they probably ran far away from all of you man children when they had the chance.” Pepper added, sticking her tongue to Sam when he glared at her, before going back to staring at the large doors.

It was true, neither you nor the good captain were seen after you had left mid-afternoon the day before to get coffee. You were nice enough to have the rest of the team’s orders delivered, but even your phone went straight to voicemail when Sam and Nat tried calling you. It was beginning to worry your close friend, who had never expected you of all people to act this way. He just hoped you had a good reason.

As if on cue, you pushed through the doors that lead into the briefing room, a tired but elated looking Captain America at your heels. Everyone didn’t take long to notice your joined hands, and you felt a surge of pride when the room burst out in hollers and cheers.

“So sorry we’re late.” You quickly apologized, noting the glare both Sam and Tony were sporting towards you. “Traffic was murder. But we brought lunch!” You slammed the many paper bags on the table, Steve following suit with a case of soda.

“No, you don’t get to go M.I.A for nearly twenty four hours and expect us to just forgive you!” Sam huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You didn’t call! You didn’t come home! You didn’t even leave a note! Where the hell were you Y/N? You worried us sick!”

“I would like to add here that Sam was the only one really worried about you. But he was extremely annoying about it.” Tony deadpanned, glancing over to the food and eyes instantly becoming wide. “Wait…are those cheeseburgers? From Kay’s?”

“As an apology for ditching you all last night.” You nodded, noticing the brunette licking his lips and slowly making his way to the table.

“You’re not out of this by a long shot Y/N. Explain yourselves!!” Sam clucked his tongue and pointed his finger at the two of you.

“We didn’t mean to stay out so late, honest.” You started, looking at the ground before meeting your friend’s inquisitive stare. “We just went for coffee…” Your heart raced as Steve lifted your joined hands to place a kiss on the back of your hand.

“Which lead to a walk in central park. Which lead to dinner.” The blonde added, you feeling all sorts of fuzzy when he didn’t break eye contact. “And then a night in with movies. Y/N here overslept and I didn’t have the heart to wake her. You guys did run her ragged the last few days. “

“You spent the whole afternoon and evening together? Alone? And all you did was eat and watch movies?” Bucky stated, obviously in some kind of shock at his best friend.

“Hey we had to make up for lost time.” Came your quick remark, giving Steve a quick kiss while the ladies almost sighed blissfully at the two of you. Bucky and Sam still looked skeptical, but Tony had full on forgotten about the whole conversation at hand, pulling a cheeseburger and fries out of the bag and wasting no time stuffing his face.

“What the hell Stark?” Sam growled, you laughing as Tony looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Who’s side are you on man?”

“I got Kay’s Wilson, all is forgiven on my end.” Tony muffled out, bits of burger falling out while the rest of the team joined in on the laughter.

“Traitor.” Sam muttered bitterly as you sat down next to him, Steve taking the seat opposite you.

“I’m so sorry Sam I really am. I know I should have called or texted I just.” You sighed, forcing yourself to look at him straight on. “I promise to let you know in the future.”

Your close friend leaned in closer to you. “Annnnd?”

“Annnnd I’ll give you all the juicy details later.” You whispered. Sam wasted no time clapping his hands and nodding at you, opening a bag and grabbing his own food. Everyone else followed suit besides you and Steve, the two of you grabbing breakfast before you came in.

“We can be friends again then!” You snorted as he bit into a french fry, groaning at the deep fried perfection.

“Now that that’s cleared up, I’m happy for you two by the way.” You gave a small smile to the red head at the front of the room. “Y/N you did mention that you had some footage from this weekend you wanted to play for me?” Pepper asked, and you had almost forgotten about the video you had recorded using Sam’s phone. Quickly snatching his cellular device, you made short work of finding a way to cast the clip onto the large screen. Everyone erupted in chuckles and laughs as Pepper watched her husband in horror.

“Do you have a kiss for your favorite hero sweetheart, or are you going to make me beg?”

“I honestly don’t remember this happening at all!” Tony cried out, watching Nat slap him hard across the face in the video, it shortly ending because you couldn’t stop laughing.

“You don’t remember a thing?” Nat asked, a perfectly arched eyebrow raised at the confused man.

“No…but that explains why my cheek hurt so damn much the next day.” He mumbled, another wave of laughter coming over the room.

“Man it really does look better in HD.” Clint called out, everyone agreeing with him. Tony meanwhile was trying (in vain) to suffocate himself with one of the empty burger joint bags.

“I really don’t think that will ever get old.” Bucky chuckled, pretending to wipe a fake tear from his eye. “Y/N I really don’t know how to thank you for that. Or this weekend for that matter.”

“Yes that’s correct, we are in your debt.” Your eyes moved to the god of thunder, shaking your head. “No no we insist. Anything you wish, we must try to make it up to you. Handling all of us was a major feat, and we owe you.”

You put a finger to your chin, pondering for a few moments before looking at Steve with a mischievous smirk, “Well, there is one thing I’ve always wanted to do…”

One month Later, 1700 hours

Nat stared down at her outfit. “Laser tag Y/N? Seriously? What are we, ten?”

You giggled, bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet as you stood in the foyer of the arena. You could hear the techno music blaring through the walls, all of you barely able to hear the gangly teen as he went over the “Rules” of laser tag. You calmly readjusted the vest, looking to your group of friends and beaming at them. Tony and Pepper rented the whole place for two full hours, complete with a pizza party afterwards.

“Yep! This is what I wanted, so deal! Now who’s gonna be the team captains?” Your eyes immediately shot to Steve, who was buckling the rest of his vest shut. “I volunteer Rogers!”

“Then I naturally, must be the other Captain.” Tony cut in, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Sure Stark, whatever floats your boat.”

“Do I get to pick first then too? That would also float my boat.” Stark’s remark earned an exasperated groan from you. The absolute gull of this man was going to drive you to commit murder today.

“Sure, unless Rogers has any complaints?”

“None from me Doll, let Tony have his fun.” The blonde smirked to you, your face flushing when he gave you gave your hand a squeeze.

“Great! Then I pick Y/N!” You choked on nothing, whipping your head around to see Tony sporting the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Fine, then I get Pepper.” Came Steve’s cool reply, you suddenly feeling like this wasn’t a good idea.

“Bucky.” Stark pointed at the soldier, Bucky grumbling to himself about having his best friend ditch him for a Stark. The two of them continued picking until their teams had been formed. Team Tony consisted of Stark, You, Bucky, Clint, and Bruce. Steve had Sam, Nat, Pepper, and Thor. The teen signaled it was time to head in, you sidling up to Steve to wish him good luck.

“Take it easy on me out there? I don’t have as much on field training as Captain America.” You pleaded, the blonde shaking his head at you.

“Sorry Doll, no promises.”

“Can I give you a kiss for good luck?” Your eyes darted to his lips and then back to his eyes, Steve chuckling as he closed the distance between the two of you.

“Well I won’t say no to my best girl.” You leaned in, only to be ripped away from him by a cocky looking Tony.

“NO FRATENIZING WITH THE ENEMY Y/N!” Offering a small smile you were pulled into the arena, your team heading up to the upper level while Steve and his team stayed on the ground. Tony handed each of you your own communications ear piece, which you were more than thankful for, knowing Nat had brought enough for everyone earlier that day.

“Check check is this thing on?” You spoke into it softly, the static clearing out once everyone had theirs on.

“Hear you loud and clear sweetheart.” You smiled at Steve’s voice. At least you’d be able to hear him.

“Yea Y/N, prepare to lose!” Sam’s taunt crackled in your ear, you smirking as both Clint and Bucky took to perching on opposite sides of the room, giving your team a much needed advantage with Nat and Steve working together.

“Alright everyone, no cheating of any kind will be tolerated. This is your only warning.” Bruce threatened, all of you agreeing as the teenager outside began the countdown. Crouching low, you made yourself extremely small, fitting into a dark corner which gave you full visual access to both ramps coming up to the floor.

“Three…Two…One…GO!”

The loud techno music from earlier came as an assault to your ears from the sound system, the walls vibrating as the bass matched the beat of your heart. You could hear the sounds of other’s vest’s being hit, the game starting out with a bang.

“Is that all you got Rogers? I’ve seen better shots from seven year olds on Call of Duty!” Tony taunted, you watching as he ducked behind a large neon green barrel while your blonde boyfriend came running up the ramp to your left. A large flash of light to your right resulted in you bringing a hand up to your mouth to conceal your laughter. Sam had rushed the other side and caught Stark, shooting him square in the back.

“So you want to play dirty huh?” Tony asked before slipping into the darkness while his vest counted down the reset time. Well that can’t be good.

Meanwhile Nat was dodging shots from Clint and Bucky, flipping her way across the bottom floor while Bruce and Thor just kept shooting at one another from behind half walls. You could hear their laughter, happy that at least some people hadn’t been taking the game so seriously. Slowly creeping out of your hole, you made your way to the ledge, aiming your weapon carefully. Steadying your breathing you squeezed the trigger of the gun, pulling it when your target was in sight.

“What the hell? Who shot me?!” Nat yelled into the earpiece, you standing up to your full height and looking over the ledge.

“Gotta think faster than that Red.” Her eyes came up to yours, narrowing into slits as you blew her a kiss. Panic quickly set into your veins as she began making her way to the upper level, quickly scaling up one of the half walls and touching down maybe five feet in front of you.

“Fast enough for you L/N?”

Letting out a nervous chuckle you turned around. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” Pepper and Thor grinned at your fallen face, Pepper not wasting time and shooting you.

“Nice shot Missus Stark.”

“Thanks Lightning bolt.” You flipped them the middle finger, stomping off to find another hiding spot before your vest signaled to the others you were fair game again. The carnage continued on for another fifteen minutes, everyone getting really into the trash talk.

“Hey where’s Stark at?” Sam asked, you realizing you hadn’t heard from your captain in a while. “Tonnnnyy…oh Tooonnnyyy…Come out come out wherever you are…” Sam sung quietly, jumping into dark spots of the arena in search of him.

“Please never sing again Wilson. My ears are bleeding here.” Came Stark’s reply, you laughing as Sam’s voice cracked in annoyance.

“And what the hell are you doing?” You jumped at Sam’s bark, looking around to see if you could find the two of them.

“Obviously I’m busy. Go get your own hiding space.”

“That’s CHEATING! YOU’RE CHEATING!” The two teams ceased in an instant, all of you looking to the far left side of the room, Sam with his hands on his hips in rage.

“Who’s cheating?” Thor inquired, sidling up to you while Steve called for a time out.

“Seems like mister billionaire couldn’t stop himself from upgrading his laser.” Sam accused, Tony looking up at everyone while the lights came up. You could see the laser had been partially disassembled, and the genius had very much been tinkering with it.

“Come on, seriously? It was a few simple rules and you couldn’t follow one? You’re supposed to be Captain!” Clint snapped into the comms link, you looking up to see him wipe his face with his hands. Everyone on your team were feeling extremely pissed off at the current situation.

“I say we throw him out of the game.” Bruce suggested, Sam and Nat nodding in approval.

“What?! No come on guys, I just feel naked without my suit!”Came the billionaire’s half-assed plea, Steve having none of it.

“Tony rules are rules. You’re out pal.” You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of you as Bruce and Steve hoisted the sitting Stark to his feet, Tony whining the whole way out of the arena. You shook your head, looking to the remaining members of your team.

“Well I’m not surprised, but who’s going to be Captain now?” Bucky questioned into the earpiece, Clint looking over at him with a shrug.

“I volunteer as tribute!” You raised your hand, Sam bursting into laughter while Nat shook her head.

“This isn’t hunger games Y/N. And you don’t need a bigger ego.” You pouted openly at Nat and your other so called “Friends”. Sam only nodded between laughs.

“She’s right Y/N. Not to mention the fact that you can’t seem to hit the broad side of a barn.”

“Hey now guys, let’s not be rude it was Y/N’s idea.” You beamed at Steve as he walked back towards the group, the music beginning to grow louder again. “You can be Captain Y/N. It’s not like you’re going to win anyway.” Amusement danced in his eyes while your face fell slack. “Sorry sweetheart. No hard feelings?”

“You’re going to eat those words Rogers, and I’ll be holding the fork when you do.” You growled, anger setting your adrenaline on fire as he gave you a playful wink.

“Promise?”

“Would you two please quit with the foreplay and get back to the game? Geesh. Save it for the bedroom.” Sam pushed you aside, heading back into the fray as the sounds of lasers and yelling became the background vocals to the room shaking music. You smirked at the tall blonde as the room began to darken, you using it to your advantage and running your hand up his left arm. You could hear him take in a sharp breath, closing his eyes while you lightly traced his muscles with your fingertips. You let your hand cruise up to his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before letting it graze along his back muscles, watching them tense under your touch.

“May the odds be ever in your favor, Captain.” You whispered hotly at him, rushing to duck into a small tunnel when he whipped around to grab at you. Covering your mouth you went back into stealth mode, managing to score a couple times by shooting Sam and Thor without them figuring out where you were. It wasn’t that you were a terrible shot, you just hated shooting without concentrating. You couldn’t fire on a whim, not that there was anything wrong with that. Just made laser tag very difficult.

“On your six L/N.” Your head snapped as Tony’s voice rang into the comms link, you narrowly avoiding a shot from Pepper and retaliating with a shot of your own, nailing her in the shoulder. “Sorry honey. I love you.” The female Stark only responded by flipping off the nearest camera, plunging back into the darkness.

“No interference Stark.” You squinted to see Nat’s figure coming into view, chuckling at how seriously she was taking this. “Time for some payback Y/N.” You didn’t have time to react as the redhead knocked your gun out of your hand, pulling up her own to take a shot at you. “Any last words?”

Smirking you brought your chin up to glare at her defiantly, looking above you. “Just one. Barton.” Moving within an instant you moved her gun out of the way in time for Clint to shoot her from the top part of the arena. Giving him an air high-five you ran the opposite direction, laughing the whole way. You could hear Nat screaming obscenities to Clint without using her earpiece. I owe you one Barton.

~~~Sometime later~~~

“Alright guys, your scores are nearly tied, you can still pull this win out Y/N. Just focus. And don’t get shot.” You rolled your eyes as Tony continued his commentary, the game getting to you and wearing you down. You couldn’t help but feel like your head was in a fog for some reason, your movements becoming slower. Trying to shake it off, you continued to hide in your safe space, listening to the others still battling it out.

“You gonna come out of your ivory tower up there Barnes and face me like a man or are you too chicken shit?” Your pulse began to pick up at the sound of Steve’s gravelly taunt on your comms link, you bringing a hand up to fan yourself. Jesus this man was going to be the death of you. Was it hot in here or was it just your gorgeous boyfriend? His “take charge” tone always did wonderful things for you physically, but you were honest to god glad this wasn’t directed your way. You’d surely turn into a puddle if it had been.

“Rogers you are only saying that to impress Y/N. We both know I’d kick your ass six ways from Sunday.” Bucky scoffed, “But if you insist on embarrassing your girl, then I will be happy to oblige.” Noticing movement above you, silently you began to scope out the best viewing point for the show that was about to go down.

“I’m calling a personal truce, just so I can watch this.” Sam said, placing his laser gun to his side, everyone else of both teams following suit. That didn’t include you. You kept to the right, staying hidden and watching from afar. Steve and Bucky met in the middle of the ground floor, only a few barrels and a half wall separating them. Steve had this look in his eyes that made you go a little weak in the knees. He looked so determined, jaw tight to match Bucky’s calculating stare. That’s the guy you were dating. And you couldn’t root for him right now.

“Let’s dance Stevie.” Bucky called before rushing forward, diving over a barrel and taking a well aim shot at Rogers. The blonde ducked to dodge the shot, and did so, but barely. He took to running to take cover behind the half wall, the one that was currently in front of where you were crouching. You took this moment to admire his amazing backside, thanking the big guy upstairs that for the last month you got to go home to that fine specimen. God bless America’s Ass.

“What’s the time left Tony?” You whispered into your ear piece, trying not to reveal your prime location of perverted real estate.

“Fifteen seconds. Both of your teams are tied. Someone needs to shoot someone already.” Tony complained, tired of watching the two men dodge shots and miss their own.

“No problem.” Was all you said, stepping out of the shadows and aiming your weapon carefully. Taking no time you pulled the trigger, nailing Sam, Nat, and Thor within seconds. Pepper was out of your range so you settled on your beloved blonde boyfriend, watching as he turned around as the clock counted down.

“Sorry sweetheart. No hard feelings?” Pulling the trigger you watched as he failed to move in time and the beam of green light hit him in the chest. The alarm sounding the end of the game was muted to you from your heart thumping in your ears. Not sparing Steve a second glance you walked confidently out of the arena, your team cheering for you. Tony clapped you into a one armed hug when you reached the main lobby, already having helped himself to some pizza and beer.

“That was incredible Y/N! That’s how you play laser tag! I’m sorry I doubted you.” Bucky congratulated you, your other teammates chanting your name. Taking a bow you laughed as a very sad Steve entered your line of sight, pouting and holding his chest like he had actually been shot.

“Come on it’s just a game sweetheart. I would never actually shoot you.” You cooed, but it came out a bit raspy.

“You alright Y/N?” His demeanor changed at an instant, taking in your slightly labored breathing with a worried glance.

“I’m…I’m fine Steve.” You coughed out. “Just different air than in the arena.”

“Don’t be getting sick on me.” He chided, you waving him off and going to load up a paper plate with breadsticks and stuffed crust pizza.

~~~Two Days Later~~~

“Gentlemen, seriously. I’m fine.” You got out in between sneezes, looking around your bed to find Earth’s Mightiest Heroes staring at you. “Doc says it’s just the flu. It’ll be over in a few days.”

“Then we shall help you recover!” Thor shouted, you wincing as the god of thunder took off out of Steve’s room. You had stayed over after your victory, waking up at two a.m with a fever and the shakes. Of course your boyfriend was nothing short of amazing, bringing Doctor Hooper to check on you. He got you whatever you needed after Hooper diagnosed you. Word had spread quickly that you had fallen ill and now you had to deal with these men all over again.

“Do you need your pillows fluffed?” Bucky asked, Sam running into the room like his ass was on fire.

“Does your grams chicken noodle soup recipe say two carrots?” You held up a weak two fingers.

“I picked you up the cherry medicine, I hope it tastes better than the foul purple liquid did.” Thor returned, handing you the small shot glass of medicine which you downed instantly.

“I brought fresh, cold water.” Tony chimed in, placing the bottles on the table. Your heart swelled with appreciation as Steve stood at your side, smiling down at you. You sighed as his hand brushed through your hair lightly.

“I’m not leaving you. I promise Y/N.” His voice was soft, filled with tenderness as you recalled saying those same words to the super soldier when he was sick.

“Thanks Steve. I don’t deserve you. Any of you.” You corrected yourself, the men around you smiling before breaking apart to help make you more comfortable.

“Just don’t ask us to make sure you don’t die in the shower Y/N. That’s officially Roger’s job.” Sam chuckled, walking back out of the room to check on the soup.

“Damn right it is.” Steve whispered, dropping down to kiss your forehead while you started to drift off. There were perks to being sick after all.

The End

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darthspideys · 5 years ago

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My thoughts on Phase 4

I AM SO EXCITED FOR PHASE 4 let me just start with that. Just generally, without knowing much about the movies or trailers or anything I am pumped. It looks so cool and there are going to be so many more heroes in the universe and that makes me so happy. I know some people want more focus on like the characters from previous phases but I love that they're staring out with new stuff because its the end of the infinity saga and they want to showcase that before immediately going into sequels and threequels.

Before I get into specific series and movies I want to talk about a couple of general things:

Disney + : I don’t like that “phase 4″ also includes the series(s). don’t get me wrong, I love them like series(s) were my favorite announcements of the night but like it’s weird that they're technically counted in the phase. It makes me feel like if you don’t watch the series you're going to be missing a plot point from a movie which would irk because its a lot easier to buy a movie ticket once or twice a year than to pay for a streaming service every month (though I’ll give Disney this 6.99 isn’t a bad price that's only like a dollar more than Hulu with commercials) .

The logos: Look I know logos aren’t everything but like some of those were... how you say garbage? terrible? a crime? Like some of them were spiderman far from home advertizements bad in terms of graphic design (I’m sure we’re going to see a lot of people using the ‘graphic design is my passion’ meme and it's totally appropriate). Not all of them we’re bad though, like The Eternals one was soo good, I liked how the background was kind of like a starry night, and the Shang Chi one good and the Doctor Strange one was okay. The Hawkeye logo was *chefs kiss* perfect, I love how they took the Fractions Hawkeye logo and updated it a bit because wow yes. The Loki logo was so bad I can’t even look at it, the fan made ones were so much better, loki I’m sorry you deserved better than some clip art that I think makes a word.... and the wandavision one was just werid but then again everything about them is werid so

The casts: MARVEL HAS THE BEST CASTS EVER that’s it im saying it, no I do not take constructive criticism. Say what you will about the movie but like the amount of talent that has been and will be in the mcu is astounding I mean we had RDJ and Chris Evans, who are amazing and Brie Larson (who by the way has a freaking oscar) and now we’re going to have Salma Hayek, Richard Madden, Kumal Nanjani, Natalie Portman is back, MAHERSHA ALI IS BLADE LIKE WOW (I think he has an oscar too correct me if I’m wrong), Awkafina is gonna be in chang chi (I love her sm), and so many others just the amount of talent is astounding.

The diversity: SO MANY WOMEN. AHHH JAne foster as female thor??? Our first LGBTQ character (confirmed at least) is going to be a bi black woman??? AMazing??? Another headlining black superhero with blade??

Moving on to the actual movies and shows. I’m putting a read more because idk if I’m going to talk about every individual announcement but I might so-

My favorite announcement by far had to be the Hawkeye series, because KATE BISHOP BABEY. She is my favorite marvel comics character and soon to be mcu character :) and now she’s going to get the love she deserves and more people will know about her which makes me so happy. Also it’s interesting that they didn’t announce her casting, so I have hope that maybe they will cast someone asian since that’s always been my headcanon for her even though she’s white in the comics. I’m trying not to use a lot of screaming in caps sentences but just know when I think about Kate being on my screen I AM SCREAMING. When I first saw the post about the series I cried because I was so so happy. And fingers crossed this series is taking cues from the fractions hawkeye comics because that really encapsulated Clint’s character in a way the mcu... hasnt (I really hate mcu clint but that’s a story for another time) so I hope that while they introduce Kate they also fix mcu’s clint and make him actually likable. (if you couldn't tell I really really don’t like MCU clint.) or at the very least not screw up Kate like they did mcu clint.

Next up THE SAMBUCKY SERIES. (I know it has a real title but like thats long and I can’t spell soildier to save my life sooo yeah I’m gonna call it the sambucky series in tags and stuff). I know not alot of people are talking about this because we already knew that it was happening, so it’s like yeah we already saw that but seeing Mackie and Stan up on stage together just made it feel so real and it made me so excited. And then Mackie was holidng the shield and I was like ahhhhhhhhhh hes freaking captain America!!! I could write a million essays about why its so important that hes cap and why it means to much to me and a lot of people but,,, another post for another time. But anyway these characters and the actors who play them have so much good chemistry that I can’t wait to really see it. One thing I’m not so excited about... the logo. There was a totally different logo when Disney + originally announced it and I liked that one so much better, this one is just... clunky?? idk but it’s not having that big an impact on my life lol its more of an annoyance then anything.

I feel like now I should mention an actual movie..

THE ETERNALS. I’m going to admit I don’t know that much about the characters or the team (which I will soon fix when I do my wiki deep dive to find out everything) but if your judging just by the cast, this movie is going to be great. I mean the amount of talent in this movie is outstanding and I really have high hopes for what it could be.

Doctor Strange: The multiverse of madness intrigues me more than I thought it would. Like for starters the name is pretty ominous, and the fact that we’re getting an actual confirmation/movie about the multiverse (far from home really let me down in that regard) is really exciting. Also it’s supposed to be the first “scary” mcu movie, I don’t know how scary they can get with a PG-13 rating (which I’m going to guess there going to try to keep because there’s a big chunk of the fanbase that’s young) but that really made me interesting. ALSO WANDA MAXIMOFF IS GOING TO BE IN IT, so that makes me so excited for it because although I’m not the biggest fan of Wanda's character (which I blame J*ss Wh*don for completely and her lack of characterization in the rest of the mcu and the complete nerfing of her powers.... another post for another time.) I’ve always wanted to see her and Steven use magic togther and I’ve seen a few panels where Wanda, Strange and Loki form a little magic squad which I WOULD VERY MUCH LOVE to see put on screen (minus Loki I’m guessing), also maybe this movie will fix a little bit of her characterization? One thing that makes me nervous about this though is the teaser that it “directly connects” to the wandavision series, if I’m not able to get Disney plus and watch the show I don’t want to have missed out on plot points for the movie but I guess we’ll see.

since I mentioned it already, lets talk WandaVision. The logo as a mentioned earlier is so very bad, but- yeah idk it’s just very bad. Also the name is really werid? like wandavision with no space? It’s like they went to tumblr, found thier ship name and was like ‘that sounds like a great name for a show’ (that is their ship name right?). I was not planning on watching this show at all UNTIL I found out that FREAKING GROWN UP MONICA RAMBEAU is going to be in it. I didn’t think they would ever bring her up again in the mcu so I’m so happy that she is going to be in this show and I hadn’t even heard any rumors about this so it was a really fun suprise. Am I sure that they are only putting her in the show so that people will watch the trainwreck that is wanda and visions relationship? Yes. But will I fall into the trap because of Monica? YES. But I think this show could be good if your willing to get past the obvious weridness of human girl is in love with basically a robot, a human looking robot sure if your being generous and maybe not fully a robot (a synthoid?) but it’s still werird because he's not human. I’m curious to see what timeline they use for this, because vision is still dead at the end of endgame. I guess they could use the 2 years between civil war and infinity war but that’s just not a lot of time for a complete story (and if this show “directly connects” the doctor strange 2 then that means that movie takes place pre-thanos as well which would be werid)

That all being said, I am really excited to see Wanda’s character done by someone who isn’t J*ss Wh*don or the R*ssos because they screwed her up so bad and she was such a badass and powerful character in the comics (my personal theory is that all of these men saw that and went ‘a powerful woman? more powerful then men? we can’t have that around here’ like what was done with Carol in endgame).

BLADE. We don’t know much about this movie and I don’t know much about the character but I AM PUMPED even though we don’t have a release date for it yet. I just think Mahersha Ali is so talented and I love Black lead heros so yeah.

THOR: LOVE AND THUNDER am I a little sad they didn't use Thor Four: More thor as our queen Gina Linetti suggested? Yes. But I love this title and it’s just crackhead enough to be acceptable. I’m so happy that this movie is being made, because 1) someone has to make up for the first two thor movies somehow, 2) someone has to fix the mess the R*ssos made of thors character and 3) Thor Ragnarok made me actually like thor as a character, so I want to see more of that Thor. ALSO JANE FOSTER AKA NATALIE PORTMAN IS BACK??? AND SHES GONNA BE FREAKING FEMALE THOR YES YES YES (that picture of her holding the hammer? wow. powerful. showstopping. amazing) I can hear all the dudebros screaming about how much they hate it but 1) who cares what they think? and 2) its completely comics accurate which is thier usual lame excuse for misogyny so they can suck it. ALSO VAL IS THE QUEEN OF ASGARD AND TESSA SAYS SHES GONNA FIND HER QUEEN so we’re gonna get REAL CANON BI VAL (aka out first lgbtq mcu character who is also a woman of color which is so amazing and important!!!!) ANYWAYS THOR IS GOING TO BE AMAZING, its the movie I’m most pumped for AND THE LOGO IS AMAZING and thank you takia watiti for coming to save us.

Black Widow... hmmm... I’m not as excited for this because one it’s not that much of a surprise since we’ve even seen set photos for it and because Scarlett Johanssen, I just don’t like her. I like Nat as a character even though Scarlett has the acting range of a celerity among many other issues but yeah. I’ll still go see the movie because girl power, and the more female led movies are successful the more they’ll make and more it’ll make the stupid dudebros and misogynists in training at my school mad. Also Rachel Wietz is talented and I liked David Harbour in Stranger things (or you know the 5 total episodes I’ve watched)

Shang Chi looks like it’s gonna be good, and idk what the ten rings is but uhh I like it. And I love that we’re getting the actual modern and hopefully they’ll do a little flashback or callback to iron man 3. ALSO AWKAFINA

What if? I love what if comics just because it’s a cool concept and it’s nice to see what if but this feels kind of pointless almost??? Idk I just don’t know why its here (also I originally thought this was going to be on hulu so I’m bitter about that). But I’m interested to see what kind of animation style they’ll go with (which honestly is a huge factor in whether or not I’ll watch it), and depending on what stories they do, if I watch it I’ll probably just end up skipping around and only looking at certain ones.

Spiderman 3, Captain Marvel 2, Black Panther 2: I’m super pumped for all of these!!! I mean especially after that cliffhanger at the end of spidey (which I’m still shook about). I cannot wait to see my girl carol again, and hopefully her movie will explain what’s going on with the “kree sleeper cells” that skrull maria hill talked about in ffh along with what the heck talos and his wife were doing on earth while fury is in space? (also a cute little reuinion scene between fury and carol?) (also also what the heck has carol been doing since captain marvel and before endgame) (also also also plz give me carol rhodey and intoduce jessica drew thanks) okay so maybe I’m asking a lot of this movie but yknow..and I’m always up to see more Okoye because she is iconic and I love her.

Fantastic 4, Look I know there's been a bajillion fantastic four movies and they were all bad ( I personally liked the one With Micheal B Jordan, Miles Teller and Kate Mara) but I have faith in marvel studios. I mean they did take a basically unknown hero and turn him into one of the most beloved heroes and launched that single movie into a cash cow 23 movie freaking franchise (I’m talking tony stark and the tony stark cinematic universe by the way) so I think they can pull off the biggest miracle of all time and make a good fantastic four movie.

Mutants... I don’t really know what they mean by this? Like do they mean X men? Or a new movie called mutants? Or mutants themselves will be peppered into the mcu? I think that it shoud be one of the last two options. Just because even if the x men don’t show up for another 2-3 years its still kinda soon to just reboot the whole thing? (also I don’t think that Jean Gray should be recasted because Sophie Turner slayed that role despite the writing being terrible), even the fantastic 4 movie the lastest one will be 6-7 years old by the time marvel reboots it so- also the x men have just been so overdone by fox in bad ways that I feel like if theyre going to use mutants which they should they should do a new team and pull out some lesser known characters and or just put mutant heros in the mcu which I would love to see.

annnnd an hour later.. here we are. If you made it to the end, thank you because I had a lot to say.

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solei28 · 5 years ago

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Coffee, Pie, You- Chapter 8

James went to the living room to wait for you. It took more effort to get out of the tub on your own, but you did it. You went through the draws and found a wonderful variety of bras and panties. They were lined up by size so easily found your fit.

You opened the closet to find it packed with a wide variety of clothes. They were lined up by size as well. You chose a simple pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt. There were boxes of shoes and sneakers stacked on the bottom of the closet. You pulled out a black pair of kicks.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you laughed. I really do wear a lot of black, huh?” James was sitting on the couch next to Steve. They were looking over some files when you walked in.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?” Steve asked.

“In pain, but I’ll be alright.” You looked at the file on the table. There was a small picture of Sandra clipped to it. “Any luck finding her yet?” James shook his head. “Not yet. Don’t worry, we’ll get her soon enough.” He closed the file and stood up. “Ready to go to the Med Bay?”

“Yeah, I’m afraid I may have made things worse,” you said worriedly.

“We should hurry, then. Come on,” James reached out a hand to you.

You walked over and grabbed his hand. Steve got up and grabbed the file. The three of you made your way to the elevator.

“I’ll be in conference room B if you need me. I’ll comb over the file with FRIDAY's help,” Steve said to James.

“Sure thing. Just keep me posted if you find anything.” James looked at you smirking. “Are you ready to meet another Avenger? In the Avengers Tower.”

“Are you making fun of me, Buchanan?” you said shocked.

He chuckled softly and gave your hand a squeeze. “Just a little.”

“I cannot believe you would do such a thing when I’m in such a state, Sir,” you said with mock disappointment.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You’re really adorable when you’re starstruck,” he told you with that lopsided grin you were falling for.

Your heart fluttered at being called adorable. Despite all you had been through over the past week, this beautiful man made you giddy. You knew you were falling hard and you didn’t care. You could see in the way he looked at you that he was falling too.

The elevator stopped. “I’ll catch you 2 love birds later,” Steve said smiling while walking out of the elevator.

“Later, punk,” James said rolling his eyes when Steve winked at him before the doors closed.

“The 2 of you have the best friendship,” you commented.

“You think so?” James asked intrigued.

You nodded happily. “Yeah. Even as old men, you guys are still really close.”

An eyebrow shot up. “Old men?”

You snickered. “You are like 100, right?”

“That’s cold, doll,” James said pouting.

You giggled and shook your head. “It’s ok. I like older men.” You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed him.

James hummed when you pulled away. He put his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes. Cupping your face in his hand he ran his thumb across your jaw. “Doll, when you’re better and we put Sandra away, would you go out to dinner with me?”

Your face lit up and made his breath catch in his throat. “I would love to, Buchanan.”

He smiled brightly and kissed you once more. Your mouth still tastes like pizza and he can’t get enough. He nibbles at your bottom lip pulling a giggle from you.

“Ahem.”

You both jump and look at the elevator door. Bruce Banner is standing next to Tony Stark. Bruce has a shy smile on his face while Tony has a shit eating grin in his.

You quickly look down, crimson making its way up to your neck and cheeks. You hear James clears his throat.

“Banner, this is Y/N,” James says quickly.

“Hi,” you squeaked out.

“Hello,” Bruce said.

“Can you check her injuries. She, um hurt herself, in the, um, shower.” James rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, eyes darting around.

“Yes, of course. Come on,” Bruce said.

“Thank you,” you said following him out of the elevator.

“So, I see you 2 have finally taken the next step in your relationship,” Tony whispered to James as they walk down the hall.

James gave him an irritated look. “Yeah, what of it, Stark?”

Tony threw his hands up in surrender. “Hey, don’t get so defensive. I’m happy for you, Terminator. It’s about time.”

James looked at him suspiciously but gave him a small smile after a moment. “Thanks.”

You all walked into a room that looked just like where you had been in the emergency room at Kings County. It smelled like a hospital, too. You sat down on the bed in the middle of the room Bruce gestured to.

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this, Y/N,” Bruce said kindly. “I’ve heard a lot about you from the team and was hoping to meet you at your kiosk.”

“That would’ve been great. But, it would seem life had other plans.” You were trying to stay positive through everything, but there was a part of you deep down that just wanted to break. You wanted to just shut yourself away so you could cry and scream and just get it all out. However, you also knew that it wouldn’t change anything. Besides, you had Buchanan to look after you, now. That did help immensely.

“So, tell me exactly what happened in the shower.” Bruce looked a bit embarrassed but he needed to know so he knew what to look for.

You explained that you had fallen asleep in the tub and awoke from a nightmare thrashing around. He didn’t ask for details about the nightmare, thank goodness. You really couldn’t get through having to say that out loud again.

After using some seriously high tech devices to check your injuries, (you had never seen anything like it.), Bruce had assured you that you didn’t reinjure yourself. He did give you a booster shot to help speed up your recovery. He explained that it was perfectly safe for regular people and superhumans alike. When he gave it to you, it sent a tingling sensation through your whole body. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was definitely odd.

“Ok, Y/N. You are good to go. By this time next week, you should be healed up due to the shot. Just get plenty of rest.” Bruce smiled at you then furrowed his eyebrows. “Oh, and your appetite will increase quite a bit. It's normal, so don’t worry about it. Your body is going to need the extra calories since you’re healing at a faster rate.”

You stood up from the bed and nodded. “Good to know, Doc. Thank you, again.”

“Oh, don’t mention it. I’m happy to help,” Bruce said.

You looked at James and tilted his head with a smile. He looked at Bruce and nodded in thanks as he grabbed your hand.

“Come on. You need to get some rest.” James led you out of the room.

Tony came around to your side, sandwiching you between the 2 of them. “So, dear. How do you like your new place?”

You beamed. “It’s incredible, Tony. Thank you so much.”

“Sir, Sergeant Barnes. Captain Rogers requests you come immediately to the conference room,” FRIDAY said.

“What does Capsical need now?” Tony asked rolling his eyes.

“It would seem there has been a development on Sandra’s whereabouts,” the A.I. explained.

“About damn time.” Tony looked at James. “Do you want to meet us there after you take Y/N back?”

“It’s fine. I can make it on my own. This is more important,” you insisted.

James looked at you seriously. “Are you sure. I can take you.”

“Sweety, I’m more than capable of getting there on my own. Besides, if I get lost, I’m sure FRIDAY can help. Right?” You looked up.

“You are correct,” she answered.

“Ok, doll.” James smiled at you as the elevator doors opened. You all stepped in and he gave her hand a squeeze as the metal box made its way up. “If you need anything, just let FRIDAY know.”

“I will. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’m in the Avengers Tower, after all,” you sang.

The elevator stopped on the floor Steve had gotten off on. Tony stepped out first to give you 2 a moment. He waved with a “See ya later,” as he made his way to the conference room.

James leaned over and kissed you. “I’ll see you later, doll.”

“See you later, sweety.” You watch him get off the elevator. Before the elevator doors close, he looks back and winks at you. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled stupidly as the elevator went up to your floor.

You made your way back to your room and decided to check out the kitchen much more thoroughly this time.

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James walked into the conference room after Tony. Sam, Clint, and Natasha were there with Steve.

Steve looked at James. “How’s Y/N?” he asked seriously.

“She’s fine. Banner gave her a booster shot,” said as the door opened to the room again as Bruce made his way in.

Steve looked relieved. “That’s good to hear.” He turned his gaze to the T.V. and went into full Captain America mode. “Fury has located where Sandra is hiding. He sent us these.” He pointed at the screen that was displaying a warehouse. “She's hold up in an abandoned warehouse by the South Brooklyn Marine Terminal. She’s alone from what we can see.

“Fury has eyes on her so the minute she moves, we’ll know. I don’t want to give her that chance, however. We’ll surround the building and catch her off guard. Tony and Sam will stay in the air and cut off her escape if she gets past us. Nat will take the west side entrance and I’ll take the east. Bucky will come in the front door. Bruce, you’ll be on standby in case things go south. Do not underestimate her. She is faster and stronger than us,” he gestured to himself and James.

“Why is Bucky coming in through the front door?” Clint asked.

“She seems to have some personal vendetta against him. I’m hoping it will distract her long enough for the rest of us to get in position and make our move,” Steve explained.

“Makes sense,” Clint nodded.

“Now, I’d rather not kill her. At the end of the day, she is a victim of HYDRA. Stark and Banner have developed stronger tranquilizers that should bring her down faster than last time. We’ll use those first.”

“Will SHIELD be in on this, too? James asked.

“They’ll be on standby, also. Their main purpose is to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t escape,” Steve confirmed. “If she gets past us, they have orders to kill on sight. I don’t like it, but it’s not my call from there. That’s Fury’s decision and I understand why he made that call. She’s too dangerous to let roam free.” Everyone seemed to be in agreement. “Alright, if there aren’t any more questions, suit up. Wheels up in an hour.”

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You were in love with the kitchen and everything in it. The fridge, freezer, and cabinets were jam-packed with food. You found machines that you had never even heard of. It was like stepping into wonderland.

Your stomach began to growl and you knew the shot was taking effect. Hmmm, what should I make? You wandered to yourself as you rummaged through the fridge. You found some cut up chicken quarters in the fridge.

You figured you could just season them and throw them in the oven. There were some russet potatoes in a bowl on the counter and a light bulb went off in your head. You’d make baked potatoes on the side with a simple salad. You knew it would be difficult to cut anything up with a broken wrist. You saw there were grape tomatoes in the fridge with baby spinach, so you didn’t have to worry there.

Once you gathered the seasonings and ingredients, you put the oven on and got to work. About a half an hour later there was a knock on your door. You opened it to find James standing there with a small frown.

“Hey, is everything alright?” you asked worriedly.

“Yeah, I just came to check up on you.” He lifted his head up and sniffed the air. “What are you making? It smells delicious.”

You laughed. “Chicken with potatoes. You hungry?”

He smiled sheepishly. “I am, but I can’t. We’re leaving in soon. We’ve found Sandra.”

You nodded understandingly. “That’s good. I wish you had more time. It would’ve been nice to eat with someone.” You looked down, sadness taking over your features.

James reached his hand out and grabbed your jaw between his thumb and index finger. He gently lifted your face up so he could look into your eyes. “I know, doll. I’d love to sit down and have a meal with you right now. Let us take care of this first and I promise we will.”

You bit your lip and nodded. “I know. I’m sorry-”

“There’s nothing to apologize for. You have every right to feel the way that you do. Once this is over, I’ll make sure you don’t have to feel like this alone. Ok?”

You stared into those intensely blue eyes of his. Sandra was right. He adored you and you read it in his eyes. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to you, crashing your lips into his. You kissed him fervently making sure he knew how much you cared for him.

Finally breaking away to catch your breath, you looked deep into his eyes. “Please, be careful. I’ll be waiting for you so you better come back to me. Ok, Buchanan?”

He felt his heart burst in his chest and warmth flood his veins. The way you were looking at him and what you said made him feel like he could take on the world. It was clear how deeply you cared for him and that was enough to keep him going.

“I’ll come right back to you, Y/N. I promise.” He captured your lips again in a searing kiss. How he wished it didn’t have to end.

Tony, Nat, Clint, Sam and Steve watching James and Y/N kiss on a monitor: Tony: Oh, man they are so in love! Sam: Seriously. When do you think the wedding will be? Nat: Next summer in Central Park. Clint: Yay. (Claps hands together like an idiot.) I can't wait! Steve: Can we give them some privacy?

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natasharomanovs · 6 years ago

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This Is Not A Puppy Love | bucky barnes x clint barton

Prompt: winterhawk Valentines fluff (pre-relationship)

Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes

Words: 1899

A/N: This is dedicated to @awstark, happy valentines my babes, here’s finally some Betty Barnes content. Also it’s 1am so please excuse any mistakes x

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Valentines Day was shitty generally shitty for Bucky nowadays.

Sure. Once upon a time he would have a girl on his elbow, a dance partner for the night, someone to spend some quality time with, someone to romance, and then the next day they would go their separate ways and he would find someone new.

But as he said, that was all ‘once upon a time’.

The past few Valentines Days (the ones he could remember anyway) he had mainly stayed holed up in his room, avoiding anyone and everyone. That included every mention of the day where romance was high in the air and everyone seemed to be having a good time getting along and enjoying the peace.

Steve liked to worry about Bucky, a known fact amongst everyone, but days like this were days that he got free of the constant limpet on his shoulder, shadowing his every move due to the other jobs that needed to be taken care of.

No matter how much he loved that man, sometimes he just needed a break.

And if Bucky had pulled the “aw, shucks, I’d really hate to be the reason you didn’t show, Steve” when his friend was desperately looking for a reason to skip the kissing booth at some event, then who was Steve to know that Bucky had only made up being busy so that he could see the ridiculous pictures of Steve online later.

Except he wasn’t exactly fibbing, he did have plans.

On Valentines Day.

For once.

Except it wasn’t anything romantic, it was just him and Clint meeting at the dog park to watch their two dogs run around like idiots and wait for the inevitable mess that the two would get themselves into. Of course, Bucky’s dog Betty was much better than Lucky, but Clint had yet to come around to common sense on that one.

As if hearing him thinking about her, the giant alaskan malamute made her way over to him, plopping her head on his knee and letting out a little huff of breath, causing him to let out a little laugh as he ran his hands down her neck and then back up to scratch behind her ears, moving her head from side to side as he did so, “You ready to go, baby girl?”

And yes, he was such a hopeless pushover for the dog that he called her every nickname under the sun and spoiled her rotten, but who was he to deny those big deep brown and soulful whines? So shut up Steve, he had it under control.

Besides, Betty was his dog and he could treat her however he wanted - and anyway, the best girls deserved nothing less than the best.

Clipping the leash to her collar he pulled the black beanie he’d stolen from Clint the last time he’d been over at the other man's apartment and left, locking the door behind him before making his way down to the lobby and outside.

It was only a quick walk to the park yet Bucky still found himself there sooner than he thought he would have. It could have been due to the fact that Betty was desperately trying to get to their destination as fast as possible and Bucky allowed himself to just get dragged along, but it could also have been partly due to the fact that spending time with Clint was something that he genuinely enjoyed these days.

During the first weeks that they had met he wasn’t sure how to view the archer. He hadn’t really known much about him, yet when they had met he had found himself weirdly underwhelmed. It wasn’t like he was expecting anything though, which was the strangest part, but he assumed after meeting all of Steve’s other super-hero friends he had put them all on a pretty high mental pedestal of ‘out of my reach’.

Except then one day suddenly it all made sense. Clint was just a normal guy living an irregular life, and somehow that was the most startling fact to Bucky.

Between Clint when he stumbled awake at 2pm and heading straight for the coffee, to the Clint who loved and adored his trash dog, and even to the Clint who got snippy with people when he was running low on sleep yet running high on paranoia, Bucky couldn’t help but feel himself begin to get comfortable with the man.

The only flaw though, as Steve liked to point out, was that Bucky never seemed to do something like falling in love by halves, and when Bucky became to get comfortable with the man, he knew it was only a matter of time before the wax poetry started.

Steve.

Bucky rolled his eyes and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, hunching his back as he slipped easily through the gate, holding it open with his hip for Betty to go running through, excited to see all of her friends. Catching Clint’s eye when he looked up, the man sitting in their usual seats, Bucky couldn’t help but bitterly think that even when his friend wasn’t around, he still seemed to be annoying Bucky with his smug knowingness.

He’d have to go deal with Steve, imaginary or no, later though.

“Hey! You’re late! Was beginning to think that I’d have to call Lucky and go home.” Perking up upon hearing the other dogs name, Betty’s tail started wagging and she leaned closer into Bucky whilst looking around, trying to locate her friend.

She hadn’t needed to though because it was only a few moments later that the other dog came running over, the two sniffing each other and then running off when Bucky managed to click off the leash, “I would say blame Betty, but she loves coming here. I swear she has some sixth sense whenever we start heading this way, she always seems to speed up.”

Clint let out a laugh and shuffled over a bit on the bench to allow more room for Bucky which he accepted with a small smile, the two sitting in silence for a moment before Clint pulled out his phone with a slight sheepish look on his face, “So I wanted to wait until we met but I couldn’t help myself.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and leaned closer in, trying to get a good view of the phone even though he knew Clint would accommodate to his line of sight, “I told you you’d do this, can’t wait for a damn thing.”

Letting out a wounded noise, Clint leaned away slightly and put a hand on his heart, pout firmly on his face, “I am nothing but reliable! So what if I had a sneak peak, there’s probably so many more pictures of Steve now - Tony’s probably even made an appearance by now.”

Letting out a little snort and shaking his head, Bucky easily snatched the phone from Clint and opened the Twitter app, searching up ‘Captain America’ and instantly laughing at the pictures showing up.

Just as he had assumed it looked like his friend was having the time of his life.

“Oh my god! Look at his face when he saw Tony walking up!”

Bucky pushed the phone into Clint’s face and the man immediately lit up with laughter, gripping the edged to try get a clearer look as he kept laughing, “That’s brilliant! Oh man, you think he’s gonna get a PR call to at least act like he wants to be there?”

“Probably sooner than he’s wanting, maybe even more than once. Man, that face makes it seem like the depression was one giant vacation.”

Clint let out a loud cackle and his head fell back as Bucky grinned shyly up at the other, turning his attention back to the phone before he could get too lost in the view of the happiness and ease littered across the others face.

They continued looking through Twitter before putting the phone away and just talking, catching each other up on the things that they had missed in the two days they had been apart. You’d think two days wasn’t enough time to have full on stories, but no one could really ever explain how Clint got into the messes he did.

“-and you would have thought that I would have learned my lesson from the last time but apparently we all had too much faith in me. We really need to stop doing that, it’s getting my hopes up.”

Bucky shook his head, about to open his mouth and reply when Betty came running up to him, covered in mud, “Doll! What the hell?”

“Oh god.” Lucky came running up then, somehow covered in even more mud than Betty and both men groaned as they stood up.

“Your dog is trash and a terrible influence.”

“You only think that because you think your dog is perfect.”

“Think? That’s an insult to my baby, she’s the best girl, aren’t you? Yes you are, yes you are!”

From where he had crouched to try pat any clean spot on Betty, he looked back up at Clint to find the other man smiling down at him fondly. He couldn’t help but grin back before Betty tried to jump onto him and he let out an ‘oomph’ as he was crushed under the weight of the dog.

Bucky scowled as he managed to get Betty off of him and stand up, but the damage was already done and some of the mud had already rubbed off of her and onto him. He sighed and looked to where Clint was desperately trying not to laugh.

“Shut up, she’s still better than your mutt.”

“Whatever you say, Barnes.”

The two stood there grinning at each other for a moment or two before Betty let out a whine, rubbing herself more firmly against Bucky’s leg, causing the two to look down at their two dogs.

Coughing a little, Bucky rubbed at the back of his neck and looked towards Clint, trying to feel more confident than he felt, “So uh, my apartment’s closer and it’s… Probably more ideal to try clean these two at the same time so uh, wanna come to mine?”

“Why Mr. Barnes, are you asking me to spend my Valentines with you? I could have a hot date lined up for all you know.”

Bucky snorted, “You’ve got a hot date like I’ve got any date at all.”

He started walking out towards the gate and Clint bumped shoulders with him, grinning, “Well now that’s just offensive, I’ll have you know that I’m a very hot date. And so are you,” he scrunched up his nose and looked down at Betty before looking up, teasing glint in his eye, “Preconceived ideas about your dog and all.”

So yeah.

Previous Valentines had been doomed from the start, but as the two of them kneeled on the floor of Bucky’s bathroom later, trying for their dear lives to clean their dogs with as little mess as possible, teasing each other along the way and Clint pecking Bucky on the cheek sweetly when they were done with that task, Bucky thought that this Valentines really couldn’t get that much better.

At least until he saw a compilation a few hours later of ‘Captain America Doesn’t Wike It’ from the kissing booth and yeah.

Best Valentines ever.

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