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controloffandoms · 5 years ago

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Heart Breakers (P.P./S.M.)

Prompt: I’m still on my Endgame fics….But this one is with a twist. Your soulmate feels everything you do, emotions, pain, etc.

Pairing: Spiderman x Stark!reader

Words: 4528

Warnings: Major character deaths, Endgame spoilers (kinda), violence, depressed reader

Notes: In this, after the characters turn to ash, they continue to age so that they come out as they would have already been five years later.

Seven Years Ago

You trailed after the spider boy. Your father was currently dealing with another problem. The ‘Spider Man’ was fighting a man who called himself ‘The Vulture’. You winced as you saw the ship split in two. You hurried over, grabbing the ship and pulling to keep it together. Peter was still a whiles away from the ship. “Any time now, Parker,” you muttered.

Once he swung into the ship and began to hold it together, you worked on melting the metal back together. You groaned slightly as your arms twinged in pain, but brushed it off as you holding the boat together as long as you did. Once the ship was relatively back together, you and Parker got back to the city. “Seriously, why have you been following me around all day? It doesn’t mean anything unless you’re actually in that suit, Mr. Stark.”

You rolled your eyes, letting your helmet fold down into the suit. “Dad told me to make sure you were okay while he was gone. That’s what I’m doing. And, if you didn’t notice, I kept that ship together long enough for you to get there and hold it together while I welded it back together. If I hadn’t been there, that ship would have gone down.”

Peter just looked at you before he rolled his eyes. “I don’t need a watchdog.”

“I never said I was a watchdog. I’m simply here for when you need help. I’m not going to involve myself in every single thing you do. Most people would be happy to have me watching their back,” you rolled your eyes with a sigh.

Peter shook his head. “I don’t need your help. I’m doing fin-”

The wind was knocked out of you at the same time Peter was hit dead on by vulture. It took you a second to regain your breath, another second to process that you hadn’t been hit, and another second to go chasing after the Vulture. “Hey, birdbrain!” You knocked him off Peter, grabbing Peter’s arm so he wouldn’t fall.

You set Peter on a roof top to allow him to do his thing. You continued after Vulture. You lost sight of him and slowed your flying down to be able to properly look for him. A yell from your left caught you off guard. The Vulture pounced on you, causing you to freefall, hitting the ground with enough force to jar your head. You groaned as the Vulture’s claws found a weaker part in the arm piece. It was beginning to cut into your skin. You raised your other arm, blasting him off of you.

Peter was behind the Vulture, attacking him. You took a second to get a breath and got up. You rushed Vulture, kicking him into the side of a building. With both you and Peter working together, you were able to subdue the Vulture. You put in a call to Fury to have him pick up the man that Peter had webbed up snugly to a light post. “Are you alright,” Peter asked, motioning to your arm. You could see the blood slowly seeping out from the broken metal.

“This is going to be a bitch to get off, but I’ll be fine. Hazard of the job.” You wanted to ask if he felt it too, but you didn’t want to be too hopeful. “Are you alright? Vulture plowed into you at full speed earlier.”

“I heal pretty quickly.”

You nodded. You sighed before letting the helmet down again. “Would you like to come back to the tower with me? I think we both need to talk.”

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Five Years Ago

You watched as the metal wheel thing descended from the sky. “What the hell is that,” you asked your dad.

“I don’t know.” You both raced off towards it.

You let the suit disassemble into the jewelry you wore as your father talked with Bruce and some wizard guy you didn’t know. You felt a sense of calm envelop you and smiled slightly, knowing it was Peter sending it to you. You had no doubt that he’d seen the alien ship and would be on his way.

You stepped closer to the ship...it was interesting tech from what you could see. You didn’t see the alien that stepped out of the ship, nor did you hear his voice...you were too interested in the alien tech. You realized your mistake too late, grunting at the impact of the wall. You got up, glaring at the one that had hit you. “That was rude.” You let your suit form around you again, “let me return the favor.”

You blasted the alien’s ass to kingdom come. “Jackass,” you muttered as you landed beside your father and the others. The helmet retracted and you glared at the alien in front of you. “Are you going to be a jackass as well? I’ll happily kick your ass if that’s the case.”

You don’t know how long you and the others had been fighting the aliens from the metal wheel, but suddenly it was taking off and you couldn’t breathe. You clasped a hand to your throat, collapsing to your knees. Bruce was by your side in seconds trying to talk to you, but you couldn’t hear him over your panic. Peter couldn’t breathe. Peter couldn’t breathe. Peter couldn’t breathe.

Then, Peter could breathe. You could breathe again. “He’s lucky I made a suit for him,” your father called through the coms.

“Sorry about that, Love,” Peter stated.

“It’s okay. I’ll head up to the ship and-”

“No, I’ve already got one teenager to look after, I don’t want to be worried about you. Stay with Bruce.”

“Dad-”

“I need you down there because I know you can make the tech they need. I need you to trust me.”

“And we’ll be back before you know it, (Y/N/N),” Peter added.

You sighed. “Stay safe, both of you. And I love you both,” it felt awkward to say it, but you didn’t know when you’d see them again...or if you’d see them again.

“I love you,” Peter immediately responded.

“I love you too, kid,” your father added.

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You watched Thanos’ forces hitting the barrier around Wakanda. You’d already given all the tech you’d made out to its rightful owners. It was now about time for the battle. You looked at the person who was gripping your arm. Steve Rogers, one of your dad’s best friends. “You alright, (Y/N)?”

“Thanos’ army is trying to find ways into Wakanda, we’re about to go through the fight of our lives, I have no idea where Peter and my father are, and no idea where Thanos is. Not to mention that Vision wants us to kill him if we can’t get the mind stone out of his head in time to protect it.” You let out a shaky breath, “I’m just peachy.”

“We’re not going to let him win easily.”

You nodded. “Rig-ugh,” you clutch your stomach. “I think Peter found Thanos,” you mumbled. You were finally able to get a full breath in. You stood back up, rubbing a hand over your sore stomach. “I hope everyone here that has soulmates that aren’t heroes are happy about the fact. Because it really fucking sucks sometimes,” you stated as your head began to pound.

Steve’s hand clutched your shoulder in sympathy. “If you need to, you can go watch Shuri and Vision to ensure their safety and we’ll deal with the army.”

You shook your head. “No, I can do this.”

With that, the games begin. You had never seen so many adversaries in one place. You took to the skies, taking the alien creatures down one by one. You and Sam tag teamed a group of the aliens before getting separated again. “Watch your back, Stark,” T’challa called. You turned in time to deflect the alien.

That left you open from the front, and you went tumbling down. The impact with the added weight of the alien caused the metal around your abdomen to crush inward, causing you to bite back a scream. You blasted the alien, instantly killing him. You were thrown back into the trees from another attack. Then you were pushed further back into a clearing.

You moved in time to miss the next attack. With a couple of well placed blasts, you took care of the alien. “Everyone alright,” Cap asked those that were gathered in the clearing by this point.

Mumbles of ‘yeahs’ and ‘mostly’ went up through the group. You all turned to the portal that opened, letting Thanos through. You didn’t pay attention to what was said. You had to take him down before he could get to Vision. He couldn’t get the last stone.

Pushing the pain away, you charged Thanos from the back, picking the titan up before unibeaming him back into the Earth. As you went in for another hit, Thanos grabbed your boot, throwing you into the ground multiple times before pulling you to face him. “So you’re Stark’s daughter. He kept telling me that no matter if I defeated him, you would defeat me. I don’t see how you could.”

He ripped away at your suit. “You are nothing more than a human in a power suit.” He used a piece of your suit as a sword, burying it deep within you abdomen. You couldn’t control the scream that ripped from your throat at the pain that followed it. Thanos threw you to the side, no longer worried about you.

You must have blacked out for a little while because when you woke up, Vision was dead, his mind stone on the Infinity Gauntlet. Thanos was talking to Thor who’s ax was protruding from Thanos’ chest. “You should...you...you should have gone for the head,” it was like it was all in slow motion as Thanos snapped his fingers.

It was the most unimaginable pain you’d ever felt. You could tell Peter’s ‘spidey sense’ was picking up that he was going to die. It was agonizing. During this time, you had pulled yourself into a sitting position, clutching the piece of metal stuck in your body. You couldn’t hear anything, all you could focus on was Peter and how he was dying.

It was like the whole world just stopped. Tears were flowing down your face and your mouth was open, but you couldn’t tell if you were screaming or not...your hearing hadn’t come back to you yet. You gripped the metal in your body tighter, pulling it from your abdomen. You stood, determined. Peter was dead, and it was Thanos’ fault.

The world came back to you almost as quickly as it had left. Thor was screaming at Thanos...it was a good distraction. “He’s dead because of you,” you shouted, jumping and shoving the metal through Thanos’ neck. He sputtered, looking at you with wider eyes. You shoved the metal even further in. You couldn’t stop him as he closed his fist and teleported away, but that didn’t stop you from trying.

Thor pulled you away once he realized what was going to happen. He didn’t want you to teleport with him, you were hurt. You fought against him, even when Thanos was gone. Finally, you collapsed on yourself, sobs leaving your broken body. “Peter’s dead,” you kept muttering over and over.

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Present Day

Since Peter’s death, you’d distanced yourself from everyone. There was a time where you had hope that you would all figure out how to bring everyone back, but that had long since passed. Every day you woke up, thinking Peter would be making breakfast or would run through the door and apologize for being away for so long. Your mood would only darken from there. Most days you didn’t leave the bed.

You got up slowly and cleaned up a bit. After a shower, you pushed yourself to get something to eat. You don’t think you’ve eaten in three days and you knew that Peter would want you to take care of yourself. As you finished the meager breakfast you’d made, you were going to go back to your room but someone knocked at your door. You thought about ignoring it, but with the persistent knocking, you knew they wouldn’t leave any time soon.

You opened the door, not bothering to look up at the person standing in the doorway. You turned and walked back into the apartment. “Kid, you can’t live like this.”

You rolled your eyes, deciding to clean the dishes in the sink while your father walked around the apartment. “You have a family. You have a-” you cleared your throat, willing the tears away, “you have a soulmate. You don’t get to judge my life since you don’t know what it’s like losing the person you’re meant to be with.” Your voice cracked a lot from not being used and probably from some of the emotions you were feeling.

“I know I can’t relate to that, but you have to take care of yourself. Peter’s not going to want to see you withered away when we bring him back.” The plate you had been holding clattered into the sink, breaking. Your back was tense. “We came up with a plan...but we need your help. You know tech better than I do sometimes. I need your help to build a machine to help us get our friends and family back.”

You took a deep breath, willing your heart not to hope. If this wasn’t true, you couldn’t be hurt again. “Don’t play on my emotions like that,” you ground out.

“We’re not. We think we can at least get everyone that turned to ash back, (Y/N),” you hadn’t seen Steve come in.

You finally looked at the small group that stood in your apartment. Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, and your father, Tony Stark. Their faces were a mix of hope and determination. You bit your lip, shaking your head. “What do you need me to build?”

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You took a deep breath, messing one last time with the wires to make sure everything was correct. You didn’t want to end up doing damage to anyone that tested the machine. You’d run the calculations hundreds of times, went over the wiring even more, and you were still a nervous mess. “Okay...this is as ready as it’s ever going to be.”

Tony came over to you, pulling you into a hug. “It’s going to work. You built it. I have all the faith in the world in you...so have faith in yourself.”

You nodded. After Peter had died, all your Stark charm was gone. You just couldn’t find it in yourself to care about anything. How could you go on with your old life without Peter being there? You dipped into that Stark charm to put on a brave face. You were going to get everyone back. “Alright. Two minutes and I’m pulling you back.”

“See you when we get back,” Steve stated to everyone as he took his place.

You sent them through, worry eating at your insides. This plan was crazy. As the two minutes ended, you hit a couple of buttons on the machine, sighing as you saw everyone start to reemerge. You did a head count, eyes narrowing as you saw one was missing. “Where’s Nat, did I lose her,” you asked, trying again and again to get her signal on the machine, but getting nothing.

Clint just shook his head. “Sacrificed herself for the Soul stone.”

It was silent as everyone took in the information. “Then we need to make damn sure we get everyone else back. She didn’t die for us to fail,” you stated. “Bruce, you’re going to wield the gauntlet. With the Hulk on your side, you should be able to survive if you snap.” You started to ramble on about the logistics and calculations you had done to ensure that he was the only one who could snap and survive, but a hand on your shoulder had you close your mouth.

“I understand the logic, (Y/N). I’ll do it.” You handed him a gauntlet, nodding to the others to put the stones in the gauntlet. “Alright, let’s get everyone back.”

You walked over to your dad...you really hoped this worked. If it did...Peter would come back to you. He placed an arm over your shoulders before pressing a bracelet into your hand. You looked down, noticing the colors of your suit. You slipped the bracelet on and warily watched Bruce as he used the power of the gauntlet.

Did it work? You suited up as you saw Bruce go down, grabbing the gauntlet and pulling it from his hand. You dropped it almost immediately as the power started to flow through you, weakening you. You dropped down the Bruce as Steve asked him if he was alright. He asked if it worked. “I-I think so.”

The next few moments were filled with confusion and you weren’t clear on exactly what happened. You winced as you stood up. The suit had retracted back into the bracelet. You coughed, placing your hand on the wall as the dust started to settle. What the hell happened?

You made your way towards the light of the outside world. You winced, trying to get your eyes to adjust. Once they did, you zoned in on Thanos. He beat down your father, Steve, and Thor easily. Oh he was yours. The suit formed around you and you took off, aiming directly for Thanos and hitting your mark, making you both fly several yards in the direction you were going.

You placed both hands on either side of his head and blasted your repulsors, rendering him momentarily out of commission as he couldn’t see or hear. You brought your metallic fist down on his face, over and over for how much pain he had caused you over the past five years. Just as your fist was going to meet his face again, his hand shot up and grabbed it.

He threw you around like it was nothing, putting dents in your armor. He even started to tear parts of it away before Thor was on him again. Some time in the fight with Thanos, you’d lost your helmet and part of your torso armor. You took a few deep breaths as you took stock of the situation. Thanos’ army was pouring from the sky, Thanos was occupied with getting the infinity stones, and everyone besides Thor was fighting the army.

As Thor was thrown away from Thanos and bombarded by the alien army, you went for Thanos again. You wouldn’t let him win again. You were so focused on Thanos that you didn’t even notice the orange circles in the distance that let more warriors through to fight the army. “You honestly think you can defeat me. That’s laughable. I am the most powerful being in the universe, you are nothing but an ant beneath my feet.”

“I never said that I was the one that would defeat you. I’m just one of those ‘ants’ that will lead to your downfall.” You gave it everything you had, landing quite a few good hits. Thanos, on the other hand, landed a lot more punches than you did.

Blood dripped down from a couple of head lacerations you had acquired. You wouldn’t give up though. You began to push yourself up again but Thanos put his foot on your already crushed chest plate and raised his sword. “I’ll admit you gave me a good workout. But I’m through with your games.” As he brought the sword down, it was intercepted by Sam Wilson.

You stared at Sam as he pushed Thanos away from you. “You-You’re back.”

“Damn right I am,” he responded before taking off again. It took a second to sink in. If Sam was back, then so was Peter.

When you came back to your senses, you could feel his worry through the soul bond. He was worried for you. At your sudden spike of happiness, you could feel his confusion. Your Peter was back. You got up, looking around you. You didn’t see Thanos, you didn’t see Peter, but you knew he was there.

You sent all your love through the bond as you got back into the battle, taking down alien after alien with renewed vigor.

Finally you spotted Peter. You landed in front of him, blasting the aliens that surrounded him to pieces. Not seeing anymore aliens coming towards you, you turned to Peter. You were lost for words. He looked older than the last time you’d seen him. It was like he had aged while he’d been dusted. “It worked,” you whispered, reaching out to place a hesitant hand on his cheek.

He nuzzled into your hand, eyes closing in content. Your other hand went to his other cheek and you brought him into a bruising kiss. You didn’t realize that you’d started crying until Peter’s thumbs were wiping them away after you’d separated. “I missed you so much,” you cried.

Feeling your pain through the bond, he hugged you tighter, placing gentle kisses across your face. “I’m so sorry. I am so sorry I left you. It won’t ever happen again.” He placed a kiss on your lips again. “I love you.”

“I love you so much more,” you responded.

At the sound of aliens being fought off near the both of you, you both broke out of your haze. “I’m glad you two have reunited, but can the rest of your makeout session wait until we’ve taken care of Thanos and his army,” Steve asked.

You and Peter looked at each other, giving a quick kiss and getting back to the battle at hand.

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You don’t know what caught your attention first: Thanos or your father. Everything was in slow motion as you raced to get to your father. He wouldn’t be able to wield the stones and survive. “And I. Am. Iron Man,” he snaps his fingers and the army starts to turn to dust.

Seconds later, you land next to him, panicking. “Dad-why did you-why did you do that? We could have...please don’t go,” you cried, hands shaking as Tony took them.

“It’s okay. I-I know you can make it. You and-You and Morgan are my greatest legacy, I know you’ll teach her everything she needs to know.” You couldn’t stop the tears, body shaking. “I love you, Squeaky.”

You buried your face in his neck. “I love you, Iron Dad.”

Peter was now by your side, and he didn’t look much better than you. You couldn’t pay attention to what they were saying to each other. The feeling in your chest nearly knocked the breath out of your body. You held your father’s hand until you could see his chest stop moving.

Your hands shook as you released the hand you’d been holding. You needed something to break. You needed something to take your mind off of the fact that your father was dead. You needed to hurt so you could forget what the pain in your chest feels like. It was a pain you’d been living with for the past five years, you couldn’t handle feeling it a second longer.

You ignored the people that reached out for you as you flew back to the trashed Avenger’s compound. It wasn’t long before you were doing enough damage that it could easily be seen from where the group was surrounding Tony. It didn’t take a person with super hearing to hear your screams as you continued to demolish the already crumbling building with your suit.

From the expression on Peter’s face, the group knew he was feeling all of the pain you were. Steve placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. As the damage started to die down, they thought you would come out. When you didn’t, they looked to Peter for an explanation.

Peter rubbed his hands that were starting to sting. He decided to stop you before you seriously hurt yourself. He webbed himself to the compound and quickly found you. Your suit had run out of power, and now you were using your bare hands to let all the emotions out.

Peter gripped your hands in his before you could go back to hitting the wall. You struggled against him, trying to get free. He brought you into his embrace as you fought it, hitting his chest. Slowly, you started to settle down, sobbing into Peter’s chest. His own tears fell with the combination of what you were feeling along with his own pain at watching the father figure he’d come to love die after just reuniting with him.

“We’ll get through this together. Don’t shut me out.” He held you tighter as you did the same.

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Ten Months Later

You sent a text to Peter telling him to finally bring the surviving Avengers and their families to your secret project. You had been working this since your father’s funeral. You made sure you had all of the snacks and drinks out...it was the grand opening of the new Avenger’s compound and you couldn’t have a grand opening without snacks and drinks.

You quickly walked outside, seeing the cover still over the monument and smiling slightly. You hoped everyone liked it. You had taken it from a photo that the group had taken before Thanos was ever a problem for anyone. You’d even gotten a picture of Loki from Thor after hearing what Loki did for him.

You watched as the cars started to pull in. You smirked at their wowed expressions...they hadn’t even seen the best part yet. Peter walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your head. You gave Morgan a hug as she walked over to you excitedly. “I would like to introduce you to the Avengers Memorial Headquarters. I figured we all needed a place we could come to talk, train, debrief, et cetera.”

You felt you suit spread across your body. “I would also like to introduce our Memorial...for all the brave and heroic things they did for us and the world.” You pulled the cover off from the top of the statue. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, and Loki all stared back at the group.

You landed next to Peter, the suit retracting. You leaned into his embrace as those assembled walked closer to the memorial. “This is amazing, (Y/N),” Pepper stated.

“Thank you, Lady (Y/N),” Thor gave you a bone crushing hug.

You laughed lightly. “I know nothing can top that reveal, but I have a whole facility to show you guys. There are also some light snacks and refreshments set up.”

It still hurt to think of the people you’d lost because of Thanos...but it was becoming easier to cope with. Everything you were to do in the future, you did because of them...and you weren’t going to let their sacrifices be in vain.

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takadasaiko · 6 years ago

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Second Chances: Chapter Two

FFN II AO3

Summary: Steve has every intention of returning the Infinity Stones to their correct place in the timeline and heading back to his own. His problems start when he makes an impulse decision to jump over to 1946 and Peggy decides to go back home with him. It only gets more complicated from there when Howard tags along with them to 2023. Tony lives fix-it fic. Pepperony.

Chapter Summary: Steve's trip does not go as planned for anyone involved.

Notes: This chapter has major spoilers for Agent Carter S1, but on the flip side if you haven't seen the show (which you should! It's amazing!) you shouldn't have too much trouble following. Any relevant plot points are mentioned.

Chapter Two

He didn't have to be there. He hadn't been involved with the original mission and there were plenty of people that could report back how the whole thing went once it was done, but even if Mr Stark and Ms Potts - Mrs Stark? Pepper? He still wasn't sure - were just trying to distract him while they worked through the long line of doctors that would want to see Mr Stark today Peter wasn't going to say no. It was time travel. Actual freakin' time travel.

"You okay there, Queens?"

Peter looked over, Captain America's voice cutting through his thoughts. "Oh yeah. Definitely! So, catch me up. What happens if you see yourself? Do you break all of time and space?"

"This isn't Doctor Who."

Peter looked over and his eyes widened. "Wow. You don't look the same in person as you do in TV. Mr Hulk. Sir. Dr Banner? I, uh…. did you always wear glasses?"

Captain Rogers and the Hulk exchanges looks that Peter hoped were amused more than irritated. The blond man shook his head and moved over to talk with the man with the metal arm. Huh. Guess he was on their side now? What all had he missed in five years time?

"Tony says you create your own webbing in the lab," Dr Banner prompted, drawing Peter's attention back over to him.

"Yeah. Yes. I do."

"I can give you a quick run through the system that we have while Cap gets ready if you want."

"Really?" the teen all but squeaked as he bounced over to the control board.

"And Bruce is fine," the older man said kindly, offering a small wink. "You're one of us, right?"

"Yeah. It's official and everything. Well, sort of? I guess. Mr Stark made me an Avenger when I showed away in the space ship."

"I bet that went over well."

"No, not really. He was pretty pissed." His gaze drifted over the mechanics. "He's, uh….. going to be okay, right?"

"Tony?" Peter nodded and Bruce purses his lips. "He's ... got a long way to go. My body absorbs gamma radiation better than any other person I've come across and it still did a number on me." He motioned to his arm still fitted in a sling. "That much radiation should have killed him. There's still a chance he'll lose his arm."

"But he'll get better?"

"He's stubborn. I wouldn't bet against him. From what he's told me he should have been dead multiple times over."

"You ready for me?" Cap asked as he stepped up into the single platform, a case in hand and a white suit replacing his uniform.

"You have enough for each of the six jumps, the return home, and you got two extra in case something goes wrong, didn't you?"

"I did. After last time, better safe than sorry."

"No kidding."

"What happened last time?" Peter asked and Bruce looked a little sheepish.

"My past self gave Tony a concussion and they had to improvise." He moved to set the coordinates. "Ready when you are." He waited for the nod. "Alright. See you in ten seconds."

"Be right back," the blond answered, and in a flash of light he was gone.

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Steve has told Director Fury once that after what he had been through, nothing would surprise him. He'd lost ten bucks to him that day and had learned a valuable lesson: things could and would always get stranger and more fantastical than he could dream up. Returning the Space, Mind, and Time stones were easy enough. The Power Stone's hiding place left him with a reminder of just how small he was in the grand scheme of the universe, but returning the Reality Stone left him in awe….. and almost an Asgardian prison. He had left the Soul Stone for last, hoping against hope that maybe it would give back the soul that had been sacrificed and he could use one of those extra Pym Particles to bring Natasha home. Natasha didn't come back, though, and as if to add insult to injury he found himself having to follow a man he had lost everything trying to defeat.

And then it was done, and Captain America was left to his own thoughts. The pain of a lost friend and the sacrificed could-have-beens crash into him and he made a choice. 2023 could wait.

He flipped the dial back and felt the wave wash over him, pulling him through to the other side. It left him standing on a familiar street, Manhattan bustling all around, and a horn honked at him. "Hey, buddy! Outta the street!"

Steve sidestepped, the car only barely missing him, and he stepped back onto the sidewalk. "Hey, mister, whatcha wearing?"

He looked down, and a little boy with freckles covering more of his face than not stared up through coke bottle glasses. He was tiny, thin, and somehow a more familiar sight than any person had been since he'd woken up from the ice. "A costume," he managed.

"Like Captain America?"

"Yeah. Kinda like that."

The kid moved on and Steve turned towards the newspaper stand at the corner. A familiar face stared back from the front page, all charm and suave and Steve couldn't help the way his lips twitched upward as he read the headline: Howard Stark Cleared Of All Charges Fights to Have His Inventions Returned.

"What have you gotten yourself into this time, Howard?" he murmured, catching a few lingering looks from passersbyers. First thing was first. He needed to blend in. Once he did that he would find Howard, and Howard would help him find Peggy. He owed her a dance, and after everything that had happened, he couldn't bring himself to turn away now.

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When his weapons had first been stolen from his home vault Howard had sat through three days of mind-breaking congressional testimonies. Now that it was over and Peggy had helped proved his innocence, the inventor found himself right back to square one, but this time instead of trying to prove that he didn't sell weapons to communists, he was there to argue that the government didn't get to keep them after all was said and done. He groaned to himself and downed his last gulp of water. As the senator drolling on and on, he set the glass down hard enough to stop the man mid-sentence. "As riveting as this has all been, I do have plans tonight."

"Then you're conceding ownership to the US government?"

Howard snorted. "Oh no. I've played nice, Mr Senator. Given you your say and then some, but you can talk to my lawyers. Trust me, my inventions'll be out of your hands by the time I get back to California." With that he stood, straightened his suit jacket, and flashed the balding man a shiteating grin and a wink before swanning out with the stuffy old men shouting at him from behind. Let them shout themselves hoarse. It'd do the country some good, and he had a date. Lola. Lena. Lizzie? He'd remember by the time he got there. If not, Jarvis could remind him.

He breezed through the hallway and out the front door, his steps light as he started down the broad stairs in front of the building. Lorain. That was it. Lorain McKenna.

"Howard."

The voice stopped him dead in his tracks halfway down and he spun towards it. A man stood at the bottom. He was tall, broad, and handsome, even with his face half covered by the cap he wore. Dark brown eyes traveled the figure up and down. He knew that voice. He would have known it anywhere. It just wasn't possible. "Steve?"

Blue eyes met his and there was a very small smile playing at the younger man's lips. "Hi, Howard."

"Holy….. how?" He was moving forward, taking two steps at a time until he nearly tripped over himself. "You're here. You're alive. I knew you were. I've been looking. I've been-"

"Can we get out of the open?"

The inventor glanced around. "Yeah. Yeah, 'course. I know just the place."

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Howard had a driver waiting to pick him up that he called Jarvis. Steve tried not to stare at the man that was obviously Tony's first inspiration for the AI that had been woven into Vision. Likewise, though, he found Jarvis doing plenty of staring of his own, and he heard the British man demand to know if Howard had "mentioned this to Ms Carter yet."

"Where do you think we're going?" Howard popped off and gave Jarvis instructions to drive to the airport before turning to fix his clever gaze on Steve. "So you've gotta have one hell of a story."

"It's…. been a doozie," Steve murmured. "Where is Peggy?"

"New York. Working for the SSR."

Steve tilted his head a little. "What's that?"

"Spycraft. Our girl's still got it. You know she just cleared my name when they'd have hanged me like a traitor? Peg believed in me."

Jarvis made a whiny, noncommittal sound from the driver's seat and Howard shot him a glare. "Says the man who was gonna shoot me outta the sky. Wanna talk about having some faith, Jarvis?"

"No, sir. I'd rather not if it's all the same to you."

Steve chuckled. "Sounds like you've had some adventures of your own."

And that's all it took to send Howard into a full debrief of all of the shenanigans they'd been up to since the war ended. Peggy's time with the SSR, his countless rounds of fondue that made Steve wonder if Tony had any siblings running around out there that he just didn't know about, and right up to the most recent chaos that included a Russian psychiatrist and a leathally trained blonde that had brainwashed Howard to the point that he'd nearly doused Manhattan with a toxic drug that would have killed them all in a truly brutal manner.

He spent the car ride out to the airstrip and the short plane ride from DC to New York City reliving it all. Laughter, tears, and a black eye that Peggy had given him at one point, though he was less willing to explain what had prompted that.

At the end of it they stood outside of a beautiful mansion in New York and Steve turned a questioning look on his friend. Surely he would have known if Howard and Peggy….. anyway, Peggy would never….. right?

"I can see your brain misfiring, my friend. Don't worry. I've never been her type. She's pretty particular," Howard added with a suggestive smirk.

Steve swallowed hard. "We should have called ahead."

"Yeah? And how would that have gone? Hey, Peg, found your man. I'll have him to you in a jif."

The blond snorted a chuckle at that. "Guess so." He could almost feel Howard side eyeing him as they made their way up to the door. "What?"

"I get I'm not the one you want to spill all your secrets to, but Peggy's has it rough since you went down. You should tell her. Whatever it is."

It was such a switch from the teasing tone Howard had been speaking in that it felt not unlike getting socked in the gut and it focused Steve. He would have to tell Peggy… something. It's not like he could just show up, have their dance, and go home. What was he doing? Upending everything. That's what. Peggy would have a husband. A family. She might not have them yet, but she would and really, what were his options? Ruining all of that or saying goodbye all over again. He could stay, even if he didn't care about potentially fracturing the timeline, but he'd promised Tony he'd come back. Strange as it was, after all they'd been through, that held weight. He needed to go home and make sure his friend was okay. Howard's son. Either way he'd have to tell her something about where he had been. She wouldn't just accept that it was complicated.

The front door jerked open and a pretty woman with dark blonde hair came flying out, calling over her shoulder. "Don't wait up, Peg! I'm -" She slammed to a stop, eyes traveling up and down Steve to the point he was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Wait…. no way. Are you-"

"You must be Angie," Howard prompted. "Peg's roommate."

"You're Mr Stark."

"Mr Stark was my father. Call me Howard. Peggy didn't tell me how pretty you are. And you're staying in my house? We should get to know each other."

She looked somewhere between flustered and flattered at Howard's obvious advancements, but it was a voice from inside the house that stole Steve's attention. "Angie? You alright?"

Peggy Carter rounded the base of the stairs and suddenly all four of them were standing in the doorway. Peggy was staring straight at him and all at once Steve was that scrawny kid from Brooklyn that hadn't known how to talk to women, much less a woman like Margaret Carter. He couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't even think. To his left, Howard motioned. "Surprise, Peg."

"Steve," she breathed, and nothing else mattered.

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It was amazing how much energy he seemed to be expending just by sitting up in bed. He could feel his body trying to nod off, determined to shut down and force him to rest, but his main doctor - a trauma surgeon that Strange knew and that Tony was at least vaguely sure had more of a connection with him than the Wizard had been willing to admit in the brief introduction - was there and Pepper was laser focused on going over recovery and treatment. It was something to keep him semi focused until the kid came back with his report. And he would. Peter was smart as he was talented, but most of all he was eager to please, and that meant he wouldn't get bogged down by anything else when he knew Tony was waiting on what he had to say.

"Dr Banner will be responsible for the continued treatment of the radiation poisoning," Palmer was saying, "while my focus will remain on everything else."

Tony's attention swung back around to her. "When can I start physical therapy to get movement back in my arm?"

Palmer grimaced. "That won't be our immediate focus…."

"I'm an engineer. A mechanic. I need mobility in my hands."

"You want mobility in your hands. What you need is to focus on making as full of a recovery as you're capable of making. Your lungs and heart took a hit. Without getting that damage under control, you'll never make it to the physical therapy that will get you to where you want to go."

Tony opened his mouth to argue, but Pepper reached a hand out, her palm resting against his uninjured leg, and the argument died on his lips. "Just tell us what you'd recommend, Dr Palmer. We'll do it."

The door opened, distracting from whatever nuggets of wisdom Christine Palmer might have wanted to bestow upon them, and Peter stuck his head in. "Oh," he said instantly. "Sorry. I'll-"

"Come on in, kid. Doc here is just explaining how my life is gonna suck for a while."

"Better than dead," his wife points out and Tony tilted his head.

"Can't argue that." Dark eyes flickered to meet a set of slightly lighter brown. "How'd it go? Cap make it back in one piece?"

There was something about the look he wore that made Tony's chest tighten. Peter shook his head. "I'm…. I'm sorry, Mr Stark. Captain Rogers didn't come back. We waited, but he….."

A short, painful breath left him and Tony heard Pepper tightened her hold on him. They both knew what that meant. Something had gone wrong. He'd gone by himself into scenarios in which they'd refused to send just one Avenger alone before and instead of beating the odds, they'd beaten him. .

"Tony?" Pepper murmured, but he couldn't find the words. It hurt. More than he could have expected after everything, and he reached out with his left hand until she took it, her support the only thing holding his raging emotions in check.

Cap was gone, and he wasn't coming back.

_____________

TBC

Notes: I adore Dominic Cooper's version of Howard, but I've never written him before now. I lovehim him. There are so many parallels between late 20's/early30's Howard and late 30's/early40's Tony. So many.

Next time: There's not turning back for Steve now and Tony tries to manage expectations for his recovery.

#Endgame fix it fic #MCU fanfiction #Tony Stark #Steve Rogers #Peter Parker #Pepper Potts #Bruce Banner #Howard Stark #Peggy Carter

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proofthatihaveaheart · 5 years ago

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2019 fic recs

it’s been a long time since i did a fic rec list so i put one together with some of my favorite fics from this year (and then forgot to post it for a month oops). i’ve been reading in a lot of fandoms so there’s a bunch of variety in this one. also because i read a ton of cap marvel fics earlier in the year, i’m going to do a separate list for those

[1 Coco, 5 Good Omens, 1 Lucifer, 5 Marvel, 1 She-Ra, 3 Steven Universe]

Coco

Work of All Saints by anistar_e (210k): Her mother sends her a letter, after. We cannot help you, Imelda, it says. You are the consequence of your actions."This is not my fault!" Imelda shouts.-Imelda Rivera (b. 1899 - d. 1969), a story that includes but is not limited to: the finest music school this side of the Santo Domingo, three traveling musicians and the mess they made of love, the twice-cursed assassination of Venustiano Carranza, all the patron saints, and ninety-six ways a man can try to cross a bridge. (A masterpiece of character, world-building, development, just everything you could possibly want from a fic and a novel, it is a grand epic that is personal in scope, truly spectacular)

Good Omens

A Stone’s Throw from Jerusalem by RC_McLachlan (Aziraphale/Crowley, 2k): "Are you honestly going to make me listen to bebop in my final moments?” [Absolutely beautiful with just the right amount of aching heartbreak and pining, and this acute awareness that they live on different scales than humans.]

damn.nation, now available on itunes by anistar_e (10k): When lowly tempt-pusher Amphora (formerly of Stairwell 7B North, before she Fell,) gets the notice that end times are nigh, she gleefully quits her job and cancels her Netflix subscription and takes her place among the legions of hell. // This, it turns out, was a bad plan. [The character work is so strong, she paints such a clear vision of Amphora and it’s very easy to fall in love with her. This is the best example of outsider POV of OTP that I’ve seen.]

Salinity (And Other Measurements of Brackish Water) by drawlight (Aziraphale/Crowley, 3k): It's an odd thing, getting on after the End of the World. Crowley takes to sea-watching. [This fic reads like poetry, it’s absolutely beautiful with a very good central metaphor. Also Crowley cooking.]

stars, hide your fires by fishycorvid (Aziraphale/Crowley, 3k): He can feel the pull of the riptide, even in water like this, only a few centimeters deep. The constant, assured call of the ocean: you came from me, and, one day, you will come back. Crowley smiles to himself at that, the water rushing insistently against his fingertips. He hadn’t come from the sea, of course. But he doesn’t think he’d mind much if he had. / “Crowley.” / He goes still at the sound, eyes falling closed. [Beautiful missing scene, I love the emotions and the imagery and the descriptions of the Pacific Northwest and how this fic is just them.]

vintage demon art, vape pens, & other treasures by kyrilu (Aziraphale/Crowley, 1k): Love, Anthony J. Crowley is aware, is a very foolish thing. He’s seen humans do stupid things based on love or lust, whether it’s tacky Disney movie themed weddings, internet catfishing, or matching couple shirts. [I love this, it’s formatted as several short vignettes about the pair and how Crowley very much doesn’t feel love - except he does, he loves an angel. It’s delightful and beautiful and poignant.]

Lucifer

And There Was Light by ariaadagio (Lucifer/Chloe, 143k): When Lucifer Morningstar is found half dead in the desert, Chloe Decker is determined to find out why. The problem is ... not even Lucifer knows the answer. As Chloe's world is flipped upside down by incontrovertible evidence of the divine, Lucifer grapples with feelings of violation and futility. God's meddling has started a chain reaction, but to what end? Deckerstar. Fits with canon through S2. [I love this beautiful masterpiece of a fic. Excellent characterization, spectacular plotting, and a very delicious slow-burn, this fic deals with Chloe finding out Lucifer’s divinity while Lucifer deals with fate and free will and having his wings again.]

Marvel (Misc)

Adjectives Assemble by SugarFey (26k): Natasha wants to find that rare edition of The Master and Margarita before her rival at the Russian language bookstore does. Kate is distracted by the cute barista next door. Carol and Jessica dance around each other. Maria just wants to keep her business afloat without being bothered by pesky police officers or high school art teachers, no matter how polite they may be. Another average day at Adjectives Assemble. [Multiple ships and POVs, lots of awesome ladies dealing with feelings and trying to save an indie bookstore, it’s just a delightful fic to read.]

in oakland by hupsoonheng (Sam/Erik, 11k): in the summer of 1998, the good reverend wilson is shot dead, and darlene wilson runs away from her grief all the way to oakland, california, taking her oldest with her. sam hates her, he hates oakland, and he definitely hates the pretty-eyed neighbor boy who's been volunteered to show him around. it's up to him to make the most of his new situation, but he might need someone to push him. [Not a pairing I ever expected to read, but it’s handled so well, the development of their friendship and then love over the course of a single summer in Oakland as teenagers, like cinematic magic, I couldn’t help but cheer for them.]

Morning Glory by capsicleonyourleft (Tony/Steve, Carol/Jess, 2k): There are a great many things Tony loves about Steve Rogers. His propensity for getting up at the asscrack of dawn, however, is definitely not on that particular list. [Domestic fluff with cute moments, good characterization, and character dynamics that nail them.]

One of the Basic Skills of Civilization (Eddie/Symbiote, 1k): Eddie attempts to civilize the Venom symbiote. [Eddie tries to teach Venom manners by way of Miss Manners. Things don’t go as planned. It’s hilarious and sweet and has a great joke about Amazon]

we were emergencies by gyzym (Clint/Natasha, 37k): It's not about being unmade; it's about remaking, one aching step at a time. [This fic is a classic in the fandom and it’s truly stunning. The way it handles trauma and trust and love is phenomenal, you learn to live with it but it never goes away, and it’s truly the best Clintasha fic.]

She-Ra

plays well with others by Cosanova (Adora/Catra, 4k): Catra may have left the Horde, but that doesn't mean she's ready to join the Rebellion. [Did someone ask for awkward villain redemption? I love this fic and the way Catra navigates the people of Brightmoon and figuring out her feelings for Adora.]

Steven Universe

I Want to Understand by CoreyWW (gen with Steven/Connie and Amethyst/Peridot, 59k): After stopping the Cluster, Peridot must face her next challenge: adjusting to life on her new planet and learning about humans that populate it. Knowing just how out of depth Peridot is, Steven enlists Connie's help in getting Peridot used to humans and acclimated to Beach City. Considering Peridot has no social skills whatsoever, this goes about as well as you'd expect. Funny episodic "Peridot in Beach City" adventures about how Peridot changes over time. Diverges from canon after The Answer (Though by coincidence, the premise of story basically makes this "Log Date 7 15 2: The Series") [What makes this fic so good is the characterization and dialogue. It’s very accurate and the chapters themselves feel like they could be from the show. I especially love the development of Connie and Peridot’s friendship, in addition to Peridot’s own growth and self-reflection.]

Favor for Your Four-Chambered Heart by anistar_e (Jasper/Lapis, 77k): "I don't get it," she says flatly. / "Don't get what?" / "You said we needed to be in peak physical form. What for?" / "Oh!" Peridot perks up. "For harvesting." [Never Let Me Go AU.] [Jaspis isn’t a pairing I considered reading for until I came across this fic and it blew me away with how good it was. This fic hurts, the themes of freedom and self-determination in a world where your only purpose is supposed to be to die for others are beautifully handled, and I love the way all the relationships are written, dynamic and complex and messy. People make mistakes but they’re allowed to grow and become better, and it’s really just so good.]

Set Me Free by cym70 (Lapis/Peridot, 23k): Being roommates gives Lapis and Peridot a lot of time to get to know each other and, despite their rocky history, they might just be able to make something entirely new. [A gorgeous, in-character fic about Lapis healing and falling in love with Peridot. The dialogue is so good, you could really hear their voices, and I love the careful development of their relationship. My favorite Lapidot fic.]

#my current fandom reading trends towards su and she-ra so expect more of those in the future #and maybe i'll find the motivation to write again #i sure hope so anyway #fic recs #monthly fic recs

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sirsapling · 7 years ago

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Give me bottom!steve fics my lord. Please. If you have any.

I’m gonna assume you’re asking for fic recs and if you are YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT PLACE BECAUSE BOTTOM!STEVE IS MY EXACT JAM.

This post is gonna be long because I have a lot of fics to rec so to avoid clogging anyones time line its all under the cut. If you thought I might only have a few recs for this you are deadass wrong, this is exactly the thing I will go all out on.

Some of these may contain switching but for the most part they will be entirely Bottom!steve. Because I’m picky.

All the works are sorted by word count. *’d works are some of my particular return-to-favourites, though i’ll say I have read and adore every single work on this list. Theres also a whole mishmash of tropes from A/B/O to crossdressing so remember to check the tags.

Untitled - by @iwritestony (772 words, Ambiguous Universe)

Tony fucks Steve in front of the other Avengers

Again and Again - by Mabonwitch (808 words, MCU)

Tony rims Steve until Steve cries.

Satiety - by Sinope (956 words, MCU)

From a kinkmeme prompt: Tony builds a fucking machine designed specifically for Steve. It fucks him for hours, through multiple orgasms until he’s sore to the point of crying and begs for it to stop. Once Steve can’t come anymore, Tony unties him and plays with his sore hole. Then he fucks him. Afterwards, he licks his cum out of Steve.

Contains exactly what it says on the box.

Take - by anonymous (1k words, Ambiguous Universe)

For the cap kink prompt: Tony has been having a lot of fantasies of topping Steve, but is kind of a jerk about it. He thinks the man would never accept another man near his ass and makes a lot of jokes at Steve’s expense. Finally, after a long song and dance, the truth comes out. Steve is a virgin, has never been with anyone, and is more than happy to let Tony top in bed. Gentle sex ensues

Playing nice - by Sharkie335 (1k words, MCU)

Tony’s been trying to be a gentleman. Apparently Steve’s tired of it.

Die Easy - by schmevil (1k words, Comic’s Ambiguous Universe)

Steve gives it up. Also, there’s a blindfold. Shameless PWP.

Merit Badges - by myadamantiumheart (1k words, Ambiguous Universe)

Tony Stark never thought he’d have a thing for boy scouts- but then he met Steve Rogers. (Steve-is-a-boy-scout-troop-leader-AU)

Beg - by captain_americano (1k words, MCU)

Tony picks up a tasty little piece, and can’t really help but go all-out.

Last Night I Dreamt I Was In The Labyrinth - by valtyr (1k words, Ults)

“For my next trick: Ultimate fic with Steve bottoming. YOU WAIT.” - valtyr, 7th April 2009. I deliver.

Mutually Beneficial - by @cptxrogers (2k words, Ults)*

An ode to how much Ults Steve likes getting fucked.

Minor Inconvenience - by Tony (2k words, Ambiguous A/B/O)*

written for a SteveTonyFest prompter who wanted Omega!Steve in heat

Talk Filthy to Me - by starsandstark (2k words, MCU)

A fic in which Steve loves for Tony to say all the filthy, degrading things he’s going to do to him in bed. PWP, extremely explicit and graphic Stony sex with bottom!Steve and a sweet ending.

The Libertines - by Anonymous (2k words, MCU AU)

The Darker side of the earth’s mightiest heroes.

No Other Explanation - by attice (2k words, MCU)

Tony Stark is always onstage. He plays different parts. Even in his mind, Steve knows—because there is no other explanation for the differences in his kisses.

Taking what you want - Telaryn (2k words, MCU)

Cap struggles to reconcile his complicated attraction to Tony Stark with the simpler sexual morality of his youth. First time fic.

Your Kind of Love - by Blue_jack (2k words, MCU)

The first time they have sex, Tony isn’t really hoping for much.

Paint Job - by @cptxrogers (3k words, MCU)*

“You want me to what?” Steve looked incredulous.“I want you to detail my car,” Tony said with a smirk.

Loosening the Reins - by @ashes0909 (3k words, MCU A/B/O)*

Everything was hazing all over now. All Steve knew was that Tony smelled so good, like mate and alpha, and his neck ached for his mark and they’d talked about this, about becoming each other’s this way, but nothing could prepare him for the need that coursed through him.

Sir, Yes Sir - by someidiothasice (3k words, MCU)

Exasperated as he was, Steve couldn’t hold back a breathless laugh even as he rolled his hips into Tony’s hand. He just wasn’t sure what he was doing wrong.Steve had spent the better part of the night bending over in front of Tony, taking every opportunity to pick things up off the floor in the hopes of Tony getting an eyeful of his ass and ending up with ideas. But it seemed the only ideas in Tony’s mind had to do with getting himself a piece of what was down the front of Steve’s pants.

Breathe - by Robin_tCJ (3k words, MCU)

Bingo square prompt is ‘breathplay’.Right now, Tony’s most favourite thing about Steve is his ass.Specifically, the way it’s currently peeking out of the bottom of a pair of white, lacy panties.The thing most people don’t know about Steve is how … adventurous he can be.

Gold “Member” - by Amuly (3k words, 616)

Tony realizes one night that the golden under-armor he pulls out of his skin with Extremis can be pulled out to cover only very specific parts of his anatomy. Namely, his penis.

He decides he really needs to share this with Steve.

How to Top a Supersoldier - by @festiveferret (4k words, MCU)*

Steve was causing the problem in the first place. Steve who had turned bright red and bitten his lip when he’d found out that Tony had been “cursed” with temporary super strength. Steve who had been vibrating in the seat next to Tony throughout this entire meeting.

Steve who was currently 100% rock hard, Tony had no doubt, and hiding it masterfully by clutching the shield over his lap.

What Are Friends For? - by woad (4k words, 616)

A combination of the serum and an alien virus leaves Steve in an embarrassing predicament. Luckily, Tony is there to help. AKA, the one where Tony compares Steve to a salmon.

One Last Time - by @festiveferret (4k words, MCU)

Tony is getting married tomorrow, but tonight…

Come on Closer - by Epiphanyx7 (4k words, MCU)

[[… porn.]]

Or, the one where Steve wants to talk to Tony about something important

Distractions - by blathering_kat, Etharei, fiarra (4k words, Ambiguous Universe)

Steve should really think before he plays with Tony’s toys..

Fever, Breathe Your Love on Me - by blue_jack (4k words, MCU AU A/B/O)*

Steve hates his bi-annual checkup.

“Mr. Rogers?” Nurse Grace calls, and he inhales sharply before standing up to follow her into the back.

He answers the standard “how are you doing today?” and “is there anything you want to mention to the doctor?” questions, and he tries not to fidget, but it’s hard to keep still.

He’s just getting so wet.

just a taste - by Mabonwitch (5k, MCU)

Steve’s not sure what he is, but he knows what he wants.

Heat (series) - by gracerene (5k words, MCU)*

Steve and Tony share a bed and end up getting more than they’d bargained for.

Bright As You Can - by @sineala (6k words, Ults and Noir)*

When Steve shows up at Tony’s penthouse for one of their usual no-strings-attached dalliances, he’s sure as hell not expecting to find a second Tony waiting for him. And they’re both interested in keeping him company.

Some Kind of Madness - by Blue_Jack (6k words, MCU)

“Mmm, Steve, I love your tits.”

Open for Christmas - by @festiveferret (9k words, MCU AU)

It was Christmas fucking Eve, in the middle of fucking nowhere, and his car was completely fucking dead.

Fuck.

Just for the Conversation - by @msermesth (9k words, Ults and 616)*

Tony’s fine. He’s back on the Avengers, Steve seems to have forgiven him, and he’s building Resilient to change the world.

Then why is he so jealous of Steve’s new boyfriend?

(Or: that awkward moment when you realize you are in love with your old best friend while having a three-way with him and his boyfriend, who just happens to be your counterpart from another universe.)

Unfurl Your Gown - by theladyingrey42 (8k words, MCU)*

“I feel ridiculous.” Steve scowls at his drink and pretends he��s not shifting just to feel the skirt against his thighs.

Come on and Get Your Kicks - by Dira Sudis (dsudis) (8k words, MCU)

“At the end of the day, you just want to be my pretty little girl, is that it?”

Steve surged up to wrap his arms around Tony, kissing him with the kind of filthy fervor that Steve usually reserved for you could have died or I haven’t had an orgasm in 36 hours.

So, all right then. Hypothesis confirmed.

Never is a Promise - by Manic_intent (9k words, MCU A/B/O)*

Steve had to admit that he had some reservations about how the New Century handled the social balance between alphas and omegas.

Prima Nocta - by @sabrecmc (10k words, MCU AU)

This was a Thank You Fic request for Anon, who wanted to incorporate Tony’s reference in AoU to prima nocta and bottom!Steve.

A Proportional Response - by @msermesth (11k words, Ults)

Steve doesn’t have a reason for cock-blocking Tony.

No reason, whatsoever.

Saddle up, buttercup - by fakesheep-luna (octavaluna) (12k words, MCU AU, WIP)*

“Are you really a mechanic or have I accidentally walked into a porno?”

As far as first meetings go, theirs is pretty damn awesome. Steve is a kinky slut, Tony may be more than a little bit of a sadist and a good fuck is a perfectly fine form of payment for emergency car repairs.

And that should be the end of it, but then again, Steve turned himself into a human guinea pig once just for the sake of getting the fuck away from his hometown. The memory of Tony’s hands on his ass is more than enough to make him ignore all the offhanded mentions of the man’s criminal record and focus on new and creative ways to wreck that old pile of junk that is supposed to be his car.

The sex is worth it. The sex is worth everything.

I won’t leave you falling - by @blossomsinthemist (14k words, 616)*

Tony doms for Steve, which involves some specially enhanced red rope, cock rings, two vibrators, and a lot of orgasm control. It works out. Bottom Steve, trembling and desperate to come, loving dom Tony, plenty of aftercare.

I’m going to detour for a slight second here to say just read all of blossom’s works because if I rec them all we’ll be here all day. They are stunning, by far some of the best porn I’ve ever read. I’d also recommend reading her bottom/sub tony works, because even I, a notoriously picky bottom steve only reader, loved them. Especially 20 Crazy-Romantic Creative Ways To Say ‘I Love You’ a stand out favourite fic of mine. If she ever ends up writing bottom dom steve it’ll probably kill me.

Hands All Over (The Happy Ending Remix) - by @festiveferret (16k words, MCU AU)

Tony is a mobile massage therapist, and Captain America needs to relax. What could go wrong?

Rock Splits, Records Fall Down - by Valtyr (18k words, ults)

AU at the end of Ultimates 2. Time passes. The Ultimates try to work out where they’re going and what they’re doing, with a moderate level of success

Crash Love - by @s-hylor (21k words, Ults)*

It’s just sex. Just sex between two consenting adults who don’t have feelings for each other beyond the camaraderie that comes from being on the same team.

It’s just sex. Until it isn’t. It’s not love. Until it is.

It’s because I Need to, Not because I Want to - by Anon1Adult (24k words, 616, WIP)*

“So I’m learning forty-five minutes is about my max.” Tony said casually.

Steve smirked, “Is this you asking to hold my hand?”

“No this is me admitting I have a medical condition.” Tony replied reclined on the couch, kicking his now bare feet up on the coffee table. “Now get over here so I can hold your hand.”- - -Or the one where the Avengers are going to leave street crime to Spider-Man because rolling around in the mud apparently makes you dirty.

The Emperor’s Fury - by Valtyr (39k words, Ults AU) ** one of my two all time favourite Fics

Steve is an ex-gladiator. Tony wears a toga. Together, they litigate civil cases. Also a surprising amount of boating.

How We Met - by @festiveferret (41k words, MCU AU)*

Life was pretty simple for Tony - work on his graduate thesis, hang out with his robotics projects in his unusual apartment, and fuck people for money. At least, it was simple until he met Steve Rogers.

Gift With Purchase Remix - by @sabrecmc (43k words, MCU AU)

Gift With Purchase Remix wherein Steve actually is a hooker. But for a Really Sympathetic Reason.

Poster Child (series) - by @sabrecmc (45k words, MCU)

Tony likes the new poster of Captain America. A LOT.

To Liars and Saving the World - by Magicasen (45k words, Ults)

When Tony’s life is in danger, Steve does the only thing he can do to save his teammate: he makes an honest man out of him. Steve and Tony’s sham marriage is only supposed to be a blip in their history that no one has to know about. But when they’re outed to the press, and with ghosts from his past coming to haunt him, Steve must come to terms with the idea that his own feelings for Tony might not be a lie.

This Is Not A Drill (series) - by @sabrecmc (51k words, MCU A/B/O)*

“Can I—can I see him? I mean meet him. Uh…welcome him to the team?” Tony clarified, probably not very well, he knew.

“Well…there’s a bit of an issue with that,” Fury said, and Tony figured this was where Fury got to whatever it was that had really forced his hand and made him call Tony in, knowing how much the man detested having to do so. “You see, well. He was suspended in the ice for nearly seventy years,” Fury began. Tony nodded along, because he could do math.

“I’m sure he has a lot of adjusting to do—“ Tony started.

“Seventy years,” Fury repeated, cutting Tony off and leaning back in his chair and making it rock slightly. “Of no suppressants.”

“Oh,” Tony managed to choke out past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “Oh.”

Sweet Skin and Delicate Fabric (series) - by within_a_rustic_cafe (53k words, MCU, still adding works)

Steve and Tony embracing Steve’s love for lingerie!

Tiny Spy Assassin Steve (series) - by @copperbadge (89k words, MCU AU)*

An AU in which Steve Rogers was born into the modern day and never received the Serum, but managed to make it into SHIELD as a handpicked protege of senior field agent Abraham Erskine. Along with Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter, and eventually Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, Steve still tries to make a difference. Particularly in the life of Tony Stark, who picked up what he thought was an art student in a bar, and ended up dating one of SHIELD’s top agents…

Held (series) - by @ashes0909 and @festiveferret (95k words, MCU, still adding works)*

After the ice one thing remained the same: Captain America gave the orders. In the middle of battle his world narrowed to a calm and controllable moment. When they fought the super-villain of the week, he knew what to do. He knew how to get his men in and out, how to minimize the damage. On the battlefield he gave the orders.

People always assumed that would transfer to the bedroom, as well.

Never Too Late for Love - by @sineala (98k words, Ults)*

Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing – a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he’s not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn’t his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they’re not soulmates, and he’s going to do right by her. After the war’s over, he’s going to marry her, and they’re going to settle down. They’ll buy a house. They’ll have children. He’ll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It’s going to be a good life. He doesn’t need a soulbond. He’ll be fine without one.

Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future – but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in.

And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.

The Prize - by @sabrecmc (108k words, MCU AU, WIP)*

Steve ends up as a concubine in the royal harem.

I also left a pair of prompts on the CAP-IM kink meme that got some glorious bottom Steve fills:

For (Ults) Aliens make them do it/ Fuck or Die (Dub-con/Non-con):

Untitled - by anonymous (5k words, ults)*

For Size Queen Steve:

Larger Than Life - by @festiveferret (3k words, MCU )*

Steve wants that in him. Right now.

Size Me Up - by enkiduu (1k words, MCU)*

The thing is, nobody ever mentions how good Tony is for others. They always talk about greed and pride and how the billionaire always gets the world he wants (does he?), but nobody ever talks about how Tony always does his best to please the world (doesn’t he?).

Un(underneath, unveiled, undone) - by @salablemystic (8k words, MCU)*

The internet … knows things. Private things. Things that it has no business knowing. Things like … the (very impressive) size of one Anthony Edward Stark’s cock. Steve … can’t unlearn that knowledge.And, oh, he wants… .

I also have a few bottom Steve work’s I co wrote worth putting here:

Exposed - by @festiveferret and Myself (5k words, Ults)

Art is Long and Life is Short (series) - by @festiveferret and Myself (122k words, MCU AU, WIP)

There are SO many more gorgeous Bottom Steve works out there that I have no doubt missed, I would have put every single bottom steve story i’ve ever read on here if i could but sadly Im limited to my bookmarks and prior knowledge. As I stated above I have read every single one of these works, they are all amazing. Also if anyone has a bottom steve work not on here, please put it in the replies I’d love to read more.

#asks #replies #stevetony #bottom steve #fics and fic recs #fics #wow long post #text post #misc

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wayward-hell · 7 years ago

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Monster

Marvel, Avengers x reader fic

Idea: You never asked for this, but this is what you got. A monster

A/N: I’d suggest listening to Imagine dragons “I’ve turned into a monster” while reading this as this is what I was listening to as i wrote this. Please note that i wrote this on Tumblr and not on a Doc. ahead of time so i apologize for any errors

Warnings: Swearing? Fluff, pain, blood, and my favorite: cliffhangers.

Among being an Avenger and a trustworthy friend, you were also a healer. Ever since you could remember you’d had this ability to heal, but you kept it to yourself as there would have been many complications. You grew up thinking that if anyone figured out that you could heal anything, absolutely anything, there would’ve been thousands of people demanding you to help their loved ones.

Thankfully when every last family member you had was now gone and you had no one to turn to, you got smart and turned to the Avengers.

Right away you told them. They could clearly see you were scared, having been told your whole life - like a Disney princess - to “hide your powers” they accepted you and helped you train with your fists, feet, legs, and anything else you were willing to fight with.

They never asked you to help them, but occasionally they didn’t need to ask. Every mission you’d be scared for everyone of them, as none of them could snap their fingers and be completely healed. If anyone got injured bad enough that it might have been life threatening you’d step in.

It had been two months already, two months you’d spent with these people. Various different missions, or training exercises, hell even walking up the damn stairs sometimes left all of you battered and bruised from the most complex of things to the simplest - like walking up stairs.

As the days past, injuries came and went, you helped using your ability where you felt you’d needed to. For once you felt useful and trusted.

“Dibs on flying.” You spoke as you sauntered past Steve, Sam, and Bucky making your way onto the jet already in your suit and loaded with weapons. Bucky and Sam smiled to themselves knowing Steve would want to fly.

There was a small yet hilarious spat between the two of you until you decided to give up the jet to Steve seeing as you wouldn’t be leaving if the argument continued.

It was a fairly long ride and while the boys stayed awake you curled up and napped. As you were seated between Sam and Bucky you casually spread out over them. They were cleaning and stripping their weapons, and didn’t mind you stretching out over them.

Just before the jet landed you woke up an uneasy feeling taking over your stomach. It wasn’t about the mission, no it was something to do with your healing.

You shrugged the feeling off as Steve came to stand in front of you and take your shoulder.

“You good?” You nodded and shook yourself awake and went on the mission. Moving out, the jet’s bay doors opening and the four of you moving in sync.

Hours later

Steve and Bucky came running back into the jet as the doors opened, you stayed back firing everything you had at the remaining men who’d followed your group back to the jet.

You bit back the pain as bullets grazed you. Once the rest were dead you could hear the screaming coming from inside the jet.

Sam.

You quickly shut the doors to the jet as more enemies crested the hill. Dropping your weapons you moved to the front shouting as you passed the three soldiers.

“Keep him stable until we’re safe! Rogers get the IV, left wing second shelf fourth container! Barnes get some rags and put pressure on the wound!” Once you got to the front you sat down and started up the jet.

“Which wound!?” Bucky shouted over Sam’s screaming. “The one bleeding the most! For the love of the Gods Rogers give him some painkillers in that IV something strong!” You leaned back against the chair a bit to help your voice carry.

Sam continued to scream as Bucky and Steve worked. You could hear pounding on the jets door just before you got the jet off the ground. You gripped the steering tight and maneuvered through the thick trees, and out of the way of missiles, trying to keep the jet level for the soldiers.

As you rose up the screaming subsided some telling you that Rogers had gotten Sam some damn painkillers. The clouds were airy and light as you punched in the auto pilots coordinates taking you back to the compound.

Rushing to the back you looked over Sam, Steve and Bucky. Steve sat down getting out of your way and sighed looking down at Sam’s wing suit.

Bucky held the rags on Sam’s wounds and with out a word you motioned for him to lift them. He did and you let out a sigh of relief.

“The bleeding has slowed, not stopped, but slowed enough that it should be safe for me to heal him now.” Pressing two fingers to Sam’s forehead and focusing, both Steve and Bucky watched as a faint golden glow drifted over Sam. The glow seeming to simply sew up his injures.

Putting the rags into a bin Bucky cleaned off his hands before coming back to see you finish healing Sam. Looking down at him you grabbed a cloth and cleaned off the dried blood and sweat.

Once you were finished and you sat down next to Bucky and sighed. Steve got up and went to the front to watch the controls.

Without even looking at Bucky you rubbed your hands together trying to calm down. “Do you know how it happened? I didn’t even see what hit’em.” He ran a hand through his hair before answering.

“Missile was shot at him, and he didn’t get out of there fast enough before it blew.” He glanced at you and saw your face drop at the thought of one of those bastards shooting a missile at Sam.

“Hey, if it weren’t for you I doubt he would have made it. You saved him Y/N. You did good doll.” He slung his right arm over your shoulders and gave you a side hug trying to reassure you. You took the hug and just sighed into him as the jet made it’s way back home.

You separated and gave him a sober look as you stood up to tidy up the jet a bit. In your rush you’d dropped your weapons and scattered them around the floor.

“Thanks Bucky. Thanks Steve.” Were your last words before the flight home became competently silent.

Sam had woken up sometime later in the compound, fully healed yet he was still placed into the medical bay to monitor his situation. When one of the Doctors led him out in a t-shirt and sweats into the common room where you and the rest of the Avengers sat Steve and Bucky were the first to get up and practically scold him for standing up.

“Geez calm down, i’ll sit, i’ll sit.” He tried waving away the two as they kept bugging him - more Steve than Bucky. You just smiled and laughed as the rest of the Avengers interrogated him on what happened even though they’ed already heard it from Steve, Bucky and yourself.

You kept watching the group just laugh and talk together like one huge family, but something still didn’t feel right about you powers. You hadn’t noticed the Doctor come up to you until he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh, uh... yeah Doc? What can I do for you?” You questioned taken aback by the weird feeling you were having.

“Sorry didn’t mean to startle you, but are you alright? You have blood stains on your clothes.” Of course as soon as he mentioned the idea of you not being alright the whole group turned on you.

Ignoring them you found the various blood stains leaking through your casual clothing.

“Oh shit, didn’t even see that, thanks i’ll go wash up and take care of these I totally forgot.” You smiled up at him as you stood and moved to leave.

The Doctor had managed to scurry out before you and you now had the whole group staring at you in question and concern while Steve and Bucky blocked your exit.

“What did you forget about doll? What are those blood stains?” Bucky asked firmly, arms crossed over his chest and metal plates shifting beneath his long sleeve shirt.

Since he found out that you were to be a new Avenger and that you and Steve got a long quite well he’d made it his personal job to make sure you were safe and sound.

You sighed running your hand through your hair nervously. “It’s nothing really just a few grazes, id forgotten about them awhile ago.” Not fully satisfied with your answer, but having gotten a nod from Natasha they let you pass.

Upon entering the bathroom attached to your room you closed the door locking it and stripped your shirt off. Multiple grazes were visible and were still leaking blood. You snapped your fingers to heal yourself, but nothing happened.

This had happened before where it’d taken a moment or two for the golden glow to flow over your wounds. It was always easier to heal others rather than yourself. You tried something different, using the mirror you stared at one of the grazes on your arm then snapped summoning up the flow of energy.

It took a couple of seconds, but it did come the magic like energy flowing over your wound. Something was off though that same damn feeling kept coming back, now it felt stronger though and you realized it might not have been “butterflies” in your stomach, but rather the magic itself warning you.

Thinking nothing of it you continued to the next one, again the golden light came over the wound, but it was harder to guide, it didn’t flow directly to the wound instead it practically raced across your skin like a car losing control.

When it did finally get to the wound you found yourself breathing heavily. It had never taken so much work to guide it before. Looking in the mirror you saw your eyes had done the typical thing where they changed to the same golden light, glowing brighter, but like that of the magic it was faint. Not as bright anymore, but there was something else.

Something else was pulling at you to use it. It felt stronger, but harsher, angry almost. So instead of going down that road you simply bandaged the last few grazes and left the bathroom changing into a different shirt and an over sized hoodie.

You made your way back down the halls to the common room just to find two new people standing outside and a ways away from the group of Avengers inside the now closed common room. Frowning at the bickering group inside the glass room you moved to the two new people.

Both tall, both handsome, but many differences. One wore reds and silvers a hammer on the table next to him, while the other wore deep greens, gold, and blacks, but this one was chained. A set of handcuffs by the likes that you’d never seen before and a matching set of metal covering his mouth.

The one in red was a blonde with blue eyes focused on the Avengers his arms crossed as he watched, a frown forming on his face. The other had ebony black hair and piercing green blue eyes that weren't staring at the Avengers, but rather at you. This time you knew it was a gut instinct yelling at you, this time you listened. Coming short and stopping you stared at him.

This had trouble written all over it.

A/N: HEY! You made it to the end, okay first off yes I do plan on making a next part, but I currently only have one person to tag in this! So if you want to be tagged let me know. Have suggestions? TELL ME I like to hear from you, i know I’m not all that active, but i like to hear from you. Another thing, comments are great, but i don’t seem to get any notification about them so if you really want to make sure i get the message either send me a private message or an ask. Again sorry if there are any mistakes in it btw. <3

Thanks for reading!

The only person tagged: @shyperson16

#avengers #avenger x reader #Bucky #steve rogers #xreader #fanfic #i dont know #story #avenger story #writing

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my-fic-recs-for-ppl-in-need · 5 years ago

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Stucky

07.02.2020

Here’s my first ever fic-rec that I’ve made. I hope you like them!

This consists 20 of my favourite Stucky fics! I’ve put warnings in if the fic has something like sad engings or if there’s some major character deaths to make your reading experience as enjoyable as possible!

Also feel free to send me some of your favourite ones because I am always looking for new fics to read. Anyways, enjoy your reading and here’s the list!

Chase This Light by leveragehunters on Ao3

58,5 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

In the modern world, where the creatures of myth live side-by-secret-side with mundane humanity, Steve Rogers is one of the gifted humans who straddles the line between mythfolk and mundane, and he's never told anyone about the day he healed a dragon.

Living in the city in human form, Bucky's managed to shed most of dragon-kind's more unpleasant tendencies, but he's never quite managed to shake the tendency to get attached, especially not when it comes to the healer who saved his life.

When healers start going missing, Bucky will do anything to make sure Steve isn't one of them, something that would be a hell of a lot easier if Steve could stand the sight of him. Of course, Steve might feel differently if he knew Bucky was the dragon he'd saved all those years ago.

The World’s at Stake by Atsadi on Ao3

16,3 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

Few soulmates are separated at birth by too much time – but when the distance becomes greater than one year all bets are off, with five years’ difference being equally as unusual as fifty.

Yet the one rule that has never been broken is that the soulmates’ lifespans always overlap.

So it came as something of a shock to the young boy in an orphanage in Brooklyn, New York, when his soul mark came in at the age of twelve and told him that his soulmate had been dead for almost sixty years.

Brooklyn by togina on Ao3

8,7 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

Need an Ao3 account to read

"Captain America, what's your stance on gay marriage?"

Everyone knows that, by now. Everyone but Bucky.

How can a loser ever win by sirona on Ao3

12,4 K

Raiting: Mature

No Warnings

The Soldier should not be standing here, in the middle of a crowded room with obstructed exits, risking discovery with every second he remains rooted to the spot -- but.

But. He'd had to know.

Five Times Steve Scared the Ever-Living Shit Out Of Bucky, And The One Time Bucky Finally Did Something About It by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot on Ao3

7,6 K

No Warnings

Raiting: Mature

'Steve smiles against him, still getting his kicks with the whole thing. Because he might be a truly wonderful person, but he can also be a little shit if he wants to be.

“Never fucking do that to me again,” Bucky says, but it lacks venom.

“I won’t.” Steve says.

But Bucky knows he will because he’s Steve.'

OR: Whether he's doing it on purpose or not, Steve consistently scares the crap out of Bucky, who is already trying to deal with his looming feelings for the little punk. It's giving him gray hair.

Raise Your Hand If You Understand Russian by Alex_Writes on Ao3

6,3 K

Raiting: Mature

No Warnings

Bucky Barnes, a Russian foreign exchange student, moves in with Steve, Natasha, Tony, and Clint when Fury - the Dean of the college - realizes that his English is poor and that Natasha is the best candidate to work as an interpreter. Upon seeing Steve, Bucky starts making comments, knowing that only Natasha will understand what he's saying. Things change, though, when Tony insists they go to a carnival for "house bonding" and Steve overhears something. With a trick up his sleeve, Steve and Bucky proceed to surprise everyone in the house, proving that they might not know Steve as well as they thought they did.

Our Broken Parts (Smashed on the Floor) by This Girl Is (non_sequential) on Ao3

11,7 K

Raiting: Explicit

No Warnings

Steve is sent undercover to catch an elusive Russian assassin. He didn’t want to do it in the first place; he’s damn certain he won’t be asked again.

Bite Your Tongue by Avaaricious on Ao3

34,1 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

AKA the "I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I'm going to stuff it down your throat" AU

Even Underneath The Waves by Leveragehunters on Ao3

20,4 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

When the siren came to the merfolk clan in search of a temporary mate she knew she'd bear a daughter, a full-blooded siren, powerful and deadly. Instead she bore a son.

It was hard to be the son of a siren, a creature of suspicion in the eyes of his father's people, and Steve soon left his father's clan to wander the oceans alone. Alone, that is, until he found a human like he'd never seen. A human dressed all in black, surrounded by blood and death. A human whose heart's desire, buried deep beneath an inhuman shell, was crying out not to kill.

there must have been a moment where we could have said no by magdaliny

154,6 K

Raiting: Mature

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

The Soldier remembers this: he wakes up in the snow.

These Streets by alby_mangroves; Nejinee on Ao3

10 Works

108,5 K

Raiting: Mature

No Warnings

The trials and tribulations of Police Officer Steve Rogers and his experiences with the locals in his precinct, as well as his involvement with the stupidly handsome roughneck from the 'hood, Bucky Barnes.

Fill Your Heart Without Trying by Kellyscams on Ao3

38,5 K

Raiting: Explicit

No Warnings

Steve Rogers is a caster with one very big problem.

He's accidentally turned himself into a puppy.

When trying to cross the scary, busy street to get to Wanda Maximoff's Shoppe of Witchcraft to reverse this spell and get himself back to normal, Steve's picked up by someone trying to do a good deed and rescue a few pounds of pathetic puppy. Instead of getting to Wanda's place, Steve goes home with Bucky Barnes--his adorably shy rescuer.

Unfortunately, Bucky doesn't come off as terribly talented with magic and Steve has a feeling he might have to go to extremes to get someone to notice that he's not a normal puppy. Then again, maybe Steve's not the only one around here who's not what he seems.

it’s a strange courage by mambo on Ao3

27,5 K

Raiting: Explicit

Rape/Non-Con

"The question the entertainment world is asking themselves today is... Who is Steve? Hollywood superstar Bucky Barnes was spotted at a wrap-party last night, serenading someone named Steve onstage. Not only was Barnes more than a little tipsy, but he also sang a song from the Disney Channel Original Movie that started his career--a bold move, considering the fact that he always dodges questions about it. But who is Steve? Why did Bucky leave the club alone? What does this mean about the rumors of a relationship between Barnes and his co-star Natasha Romanoff? And is everyone's favorite poster boy gay? All this and more after a quick message from our sponsors!"

Critical Feline Mass by Kryptarian; zooeyscigar on Ao3

39,5 K

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

No Warnings

Adjusting to civilian life is hard for any military veteran — especially for one ex-sniper with a cybernetic arm, a classic Harley, and friends who keep trying to ‘help.’ When Sam Wilson at the VA sends Sergeant Barnes to rent a room from the hottest guy in the DC area, Bucky thinks maybe civilian life is worth it after all. And then he finds out Captain Rogers is everything Bucky’s not: a real hero, a Medal of Honor recipient, and an all-around nice guy. Bucky doesn’t have a chance in hell with him.

Sam was a huge help to Steve Rogers when he left the military. In the spirit of ‘pay it forward,’ Steve decides to rent out his basement room to a vet in need. But when Sergeant Barnes shows up on his doorstep, he knows he’s in for a world of trouble. Barnes is exactly what Steve never knew he wanted, from his bedroom eyes to his wicked innuendos. And he’s Steve’s tenant.

A love story in twelve chapters, including two Harley-Davidsons, a guardian angel, multiple snipers, the only woman who can scare them into behaving themselves, spontaneous kittens, and one attacking sheep.

technical difficulties by idekman on Ao3

7,1 K/WIP

Rating: General Audiences

No Warnigs

'Well, you got more followers than Katy Perry.' 'That's what you woke us up for? To tell me that I got more followers than some actress -' 'Katy Perry's a singer,' Bucky mumbles into the pillow. '-Some singer? It's -' he breaks off, checks the digital clock next to him. 'It's six o clock in the morning!' Next to him, Bucky lets out an offended groan. 'You're also on the news. Again.'

Steve Rogers' twitter ends up being more controversial than anyone expected.

(Maybe) It Might Be Love by endoftheline7 on Ao3

14,1 K

Raiting: Teen And Up Audoences

No Warnings

Every day since the start of fourth year, Bucky Barnes has been asking Steve Rogers out. Steve always says no, of course- he knows it's a joke. Why would Bucky Barnes actually want to date him?

However as Bucky's attempts get even more ridiculous, Steve is finding it harder and harder to turn him away.

Is It Pretending If I Already Want You? by OhCaptainMyCaptain on Ao3

85,2 K

Raiting: Explicit

No Warnings

Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they're never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event"

Basic Steps to Getting Yourself In a Pickle With Both Your Family and The Guy You've Secretly Crushed On For Five Years (A Guide):

STEP 1: After being perpetually single and constantly making up excuses to your family, give in and lie about having a boyfriend. STEP 2: Agree to bring said boyfriend to the family cottage for a week so he can be your date to your parents' wedding anniversary party. STEP 3: Panic. STEP 4: Say 'yes' when your best friend and closet crush - who you're convinced isn't interested in you that way in the least - offers to be your pretend boyfriend. STEP 5: Try your best not to fall in love with them during the trip. STEP 6: Fail miserably.

I’m just the man on the balcony (singing ‘nobody will ever remember me’) by megyal on Ao3

3,5 K

Raiting: Mature

No Warnings

"They call you the Winter Soldier," the man said. "But I know who you really are."

Coffee, Trapper Hats and Chocolate Wasabi Fudge Cake by perfect_plan on Ao3

15,0 K

Raiting: Mature

No Warnings

Bucky likes his job at Natasha's coffee shop. Mostly that has to do with Steve Rogers, who wears a dorky hat to work and sketches on his lunch break but Bucky's not going to tell anyone that.

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