#and him learning to do it his way instead of the steve rogers super strength ‘i can just Catch a death frisbee’ way….chefs kiss

[kayvsworld]

the montage of sam learning to do cool spins and flips for captain america purposes is so important to me i think abt it every day thank u marvel

[themculibrary]

Fics With Titles That Start With A Masterlist

part two

Accidentally on Purpose (ao3) - nekare, notallbees steve/bucky E, 12k

Summary: Bucky turns toward him, sliding his hand onto Steve’s hip as he mutters a lazy “G’night” and presses a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. It takes him by surprise, and he barely has time to register Bucky’s half-closed eyes and the warmth of whiskey-ripe breath on his lips, before it’s over.

After Bucky drunkenly kisses Steve by accident, it just seems to keep on happening, until it’s not so much by accident anymore.

A Certain Affinity (ao3) - miobambino steve/tony T, 14k

Summary: Aka Steve is jealous of Tony and Nat’s friendship, gets the wrong idea, and requires a little help from Nat herself to get some well-needed perspective.

A Dose of Change (ao3) - arrowsshootyouforwards sam/bucky E, 15k

Summary: Two months ago, Sam disapeared on a mission and Bucky has been searching for him ever since. He tracks Joaquín to Sam's location, but Sam's changed, he's enhanced. After being dosed with a variation of the Super Soldier serum, Sam has to learn to control his new strength while hiding from those who either did this to him, or would want to take advantage of him.

Can they pick up where they left off? Or is this too much for them to handle?

Advanced Exhibitionism (ao3) - GoodbyeBlues steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Steve is finally ready for his first art opening and Bucky couldn’t be more proud. Which is why he ignores all the flashing ‘STEVE IS DEFINITELY UP TO SOMETHING!’ signs that come his way. Because Bucky loves his boyfriend.

Our (extremely handsome and smart) hero is about to discover, very publicly, just how much his boyfriend loves him back.

A glimpse from future (ao3) - Kanelore N/R, 20k

Summary: Peggy Carter has seen a lot of unusual things in Stark mansion, specially when walking into Howard’s lab after hearing a sound of explosion, but she never expected this “Howard, why am I seeing a kid in your lab?”

You know all those fics where Howard comes to the future? Well basically in this, kid Tony goes back in time where Howard is much better.

A Groove of Perpetual Motion (ao3) - Annie D (scaramouche) steve/tony T, 26k

Summary: Tony Stark’s pretty sure where he stands with Steve Rogers. They got off on the wrong foot on day one, and since then there’s been minimal tolerance and thinly-veiled dislike between them. Tony’s certain that this would never ever change, not even when he gains some unexpected new information that suggests that Steve’s feelings for him aren’t what he thought. Because it cannot be true. It’s impossible. Surely?

AKA the Greater New York PTSD Support Group (ao3) - triedunture bucky/steve/sam E, 12k

Summary: They've successfully completed what might be the most dangerous mission in history: the recovery of the Winter Soldier.

Now comes the recovery of Bucky Barnes, which is turning out to be even more difficult.

A story about Bucky coming back to the surface with the help of Steve, Sam, pancakes, video games, the city of New York, assorted Avengers, and beds that--really, let's be honest here--are too soft to sleep on.

a line that goes all the way (ao3) - napricot steve/bucky E, 45k

Summary: “About six months after he left Bucky in cryostasis in Wakanda, Steve got a text from an unidentified number: He is awake and well, and wants to see you.”

Steve and Bucky reunite and reconnect, with some help from modern technology.

a little fun (not the number one) (ao3) - shatteredhourglass bucky/clint/steve E, 17k

Summary: “They have friends with benefits in the old days?”

“Probably,” Steve says, takes a drag. “I just had Bucky.”

All The Leaves Are Brown (And the sky is gray) - AvocadoLove steve/bucky, pepper/tony T, 17k

Summary: The Winter Soldier’s mission is nearly complete. Howard and Maria Stark are dead, leaving him to dispatch their four-year-old child. One quick twist of the neck is all it will take, but the Soldier finds he cannot do it.

So instead of killing Tony Stark, the Winter Soldier takes him away to raise as his own.

all the stars (are closer) (ao3) - bevioletskies scott/hope T, 31k

Summary: Scott is a washed-up comedy actor and an ex-convict, unable to find enough work to pay child support. Hope is a famous action star and the daughter of one of Hollywood’s most beloved couples, still struggling with the circumstances surrounding her mother’s death. When Hope’s estranged father casts them in his directorial debut, a romantic drama with a script that’s more truth than fiction, they find themselves tangled in a mysterious conspiracy that just might explain what really happened to Janet Van Dyne all those years ago.

A Magical Solution to the Einstein Field Equations (ao3) - shinyopals jane/thor, background pepper/tony T, 56k

Summary: Jane Foster has got enough on her plate, what with being a full time researcher, giving lectures, applying for grants, writing books, and consulting for Stark Industries. When Thor drops off the face of the universe and leaves her on Earth with no clues as to where he is, she doesn’t know what to do or how to find him.

Then an attack on Stark Industries changes everything, and she finds herself getting thrown into a life that she’s previously only watched from the sidelines, and where getting punched through a wall is suddenly just an average day of the week.

And The Reasons We Were Singing (ao3) - impertinence steve/sam E, 25k

Summary: Sam's had a lot of unexpected experiences and has dealt with a lot of shit. But all of that pales in comparison to what happens when he and Steve find Bucky.

(Or, Sam becomes a part-time therapist, falls in love, and gets some closure. Not necessarily in that order.)

and you needed someone to show you the way (ao3) - SailorChibi bucky/steve/tony T, 24k

Summary: Tony knows what the team really thinks of him. It's a delicate balance: they tolerate him because of his money and his toys, and he gets to stay on the team and fight with them. He's okay with that. So long as he hides the fact that Steve's and Bucky's names are written on his skin in the most embarrassing act of one-sided love affection ever, everything will be fine.

It just figures that a fantastically stupid villain, a kidnapping plot and a video camera will bring Tony's well-kept secret out into the open.

Art of Negative Spaces (ao3) - dracusfyre steve/bucky G, 15k

Summary: Steve gets the commission of a lifetime when Tony Stark contacts him to paint his portrait. But as Steve gets to know Tony, he gets the feeling that not everything in Tony’s life is what it seems.

As Cold As Ice (ao3) - Kalee60 steve/bucky E, 27k

Summary: When Bucky Barnes signed up for an anonymous hookup weekend away via a new App, he was more than a little excited at the prospect of meeting his sexual equal. The anticipation of all of his desires being met by someone with similar tastes was a unique prospect. No more trawling bars for uninspiring and unremarkable one night stands, this App was the future.

Except when Bucky arrives at the secluded cabin in the midst of a blizzard, two things become abundantly clear. He was snowed in for the weekend with no escape, and the App was completely, and utterly wrong. It had paired him with none other than Steve Rogers, the bane of his work life, the older and self-imposed ‘superior’ co-worker who he hated with a passion.

But then Steve makes Bucky an offer too enticing to refuse...And so begins a weekend of snarky quips, bad decisions, and the beginning of the end to the world's most antagonising work rivalry. Because, it's just sex… Right?

Assemble (ao3) - Stand_with_Ward_and_Queen T, 201k

Summary: Ten years after Thanos' defeat, Clint Barton, with help from Stephen Strange and a SHIELD agent named Leopold Fitz, brings the Avengers, plus Peter Parker, Scott Lang, and T'Challa, from a few months prior to The Avengers Civil War to show them the future so they don't repeat the same mistakes.

Astronomy In Reverse - pansley steve/bucky, pepper/tony T, 184k

Summary: A year after the Winter Soldier failed his mission in DC, Bucky Barnes is doing his best to stay under the radar from both Hydra and Steve Rogers. His hope for a peaceful day-to-day life in limbo goes awry, however, when he meets Queens’ newest hero; a pure-hearted kid with a death wish and a ridiculous pair of red and blue pajamas.

The last thing Steve expects when he finally tracks Bucky down is that, not only has the man been living in Queens all this time, right under his nose, but also that, in the two years since they last saw each other, Bucky somehow acquired a kid.

Alternatively: How Peter Parker effectively fucks over Bucky Barnes, and also totally saves him.

A Walk on the Beach (ao3) - daddyoshie druig/makkari T, 4k

Summary: Getting hurled to the surface of the earth and then blasted under a couple dozen feet of solid rock was not something that Druig would recommend to anyone.-or-The beach scene, from two points of view.

A World Without (ao3) - fundamentalBlue steve/tony T, 30k

Summary: Tony snaps—and then he wakes up.

[aurumacadicus]

Pairing: Hmmmm. I’m being my trash-self and kindly requesting some SuperIronBat 👀

Title: “Well, this is awkward.”

We can be our best trash-selves together <3 I haven't written much SuperBat interacted with the Avengers so I think I'll try that 🤔

Well, This is Awkward

Bruce and Clark had learned that if they dressed the same, Tony had trouble telling them apart.

He could figure out who they were if he watched them move. Clark moved delicately, trying to be as small and unobtrusive as possible. Part of that was that he didn't want to hurt anyone with his super strength, but the other part was that he was a fantastic undercover journalist when need be, so if he wanted to be unnoticed, he was. Bruce moved--how it suited him, really. When he was being Brucie, he swanned through the room the same way Tony was trained to, liquid movements and charming smiles. When he was in what Tony liked to refer to as "Batman Mode," he moved with all the blunt force of a brick, solid and dangerous. It kind of reminded Tony of the Winter Solider, almost, but both Bruce and Bucky had leveled him with flat, unimpressed stares when he said so.

So. Bruce and Clark had learned that if they dressed the same and stood in one place, Tony couldn't tell who was who until he was almost right on top of them, because Clark had a dominant foot he leaned most of his weight on and Bruce kept his weight planted evenly on both feet.

"I'm this close to going to Martha and Alfred because I feel like they're bullying me," Tony complained, stealing the skewer of olives from Lois's martini. "Or--could I sick you on them?"

"Unfortunately, Bruce isn't intimidated by me," Lois deadpanned. "And to my chagrin, Bruce has somehow found a way to wheedle Clark onto his side without much effort. I really think your best bet is to tell Martha and Alfred. Tony, you don't even like vermouth."

Tony sighed and set the skewer of olives back into her drink. "I just feel left out sometimes because I can't come see them as much as they can see each other."

Lois saw Clark's face fall across the ballroom before he turned to whisper to Bruce. Bruce's face did nothing in response, but his stance shifted ever so slightly. She turned back to Tony. "Personally, I think you should just cry the next time they do it to you. Bonus points if Martha and Alfred witness it because I know they would make Clark and Bruce suffer because you're an orphan with no one to look out for you."

"I can't cry on demand," Tony complained. "And it's not that big of a deal. I'm just being sensitive."

Bruce and Clark were making their ways over. Clark looked distressed. Bruce's jaw had clenched a smidge. Lois took a long sip of her martini, staring at them, before a familiar face came close and she turned toward him instead. "Captain Rogers."

"Ms. Lane," Steve said in surprise, coming to a stop. He had what looked like a vodka cranberry in each hand. One was deep red. The other was faintly pink. "I was just on my way to talk to Natasha."

Ah, that explained the faintly pink one. "Tony's sad," Lois said simply.

Steve jerked his head to frown at Tony in concern. "How could you possibly be sad? You were laughing ten minutes ago."

"What," Tony asked, bewildered, as he looked back and forth between them.

Natasha appeared a moment later, almost out of thin air. "What's going on? Why is Steve's face doing that unattractive thing where he gets concerned?"

"You think I'm unattractive when I get concerned?" Steve asked, but luckily he seemed more aghast than offended.

"Tony's sad," Lois said simply.

"Oh. Steve, go blow something up with him then," Natasha replied with a blase shrug, plucking the faintly pink vodka cranberry from him. "It'll save you from having to talk to that five star general again."

Steve wordlessly threw Tony over his shoulder, ignoring his squawk of offense, and hustled from the ballroom with nothing but a vague "Avengers business" to anyone who tried to stop them in concern.

"Oh no," Clark said, watching them go.

Bruce tried to wordlessly turn on his heel to return from where they'd come from, but suddenly Natasha was there, lips spread in a sickly sweet smile. "Tony was right," she said simply. "You do walk like the Winter Soldier on a mission."

"I think Ms. Hilton wants my attention," Bruce began, ignoring Clark's whimpered 'no don't leave me with them Bruce please I'm pretty sure Natasha can get Kryptonite.'

"I think Ms. Hilton will understand if I tell her what you've done," Natasha said, voice as sweet as ever.

"Lois," Clark began nervously.

"I'm telling Martha and Alfred," Lois told him.

"No," Clark wailed, and crumpled to the floor.

Bruce, Natasha, and Lois stared at him for a moment before Natasha carefully took Bruce's arm to lead him away to threaten somewhere else. It just felt weird kicking a man who would probably have his ass whooped by his mother in a few days while he was down. Bruce let her, unimpressed. He would take Alfred's lumps as he always did. He didn't know why Clark got so upset when pranks went wrong like this. It's not like it was worse than the time Tony had accidentally blown him out of the fucking mansion.

[universitypenguin]

Steve Rogers - Sex Headcanon

Warnings: Smut, Light bondage, NSFW, 18+

Word Count: Too long, as usual.

First of all, Steve Rogers loves sex. 

He’s a bit touch starved after waiting for the right woman, but when he finds you and things move into the physical affection stage, he’s all over you.

During sex, Steve loves that he can pick you up with little effort

He likes doing it against the wall

Standing, almost any position

Likes that he can hold your hips still even when you start to squirm when he hits the right spots

In general, holding onto your hips, your butt, and even when he gets to curl his hands around to grasp your inner thighs, Steve is thrilled. Captain America is an ass man.

He loves your legs too, though.

Likes to pin you down for prone bone.

He hates to admit how much using his strength against you turns him on.

But you love it too and when he realizes that you like the same positions he does, it gets more intense.

Like, he’ll pick you up while he’s standing and lift you to his shoulders, draping your legs over his shoulders to eat you out.

When Steve learns that you not only can orgasm multiple times, but that you enjoy it, he starts to let go a bit more.

At first he was careful in bed. He kept things slow and gentle, not being entirely sure of his strength. But once he gets comfortable…

He goes feral

It starts when you ask him to tie you up. The idea is only familiar to him from Tony and Thor’s jokes about 50 Shades of Gray.

Steve hates 50 Shades of Gray. He thinks Christian is an ass who doesn’t respect women.

But back to the topic: bondage. He’s willing to hear you out about why you want that. And eventually, he says yes.

The conversation about bondage goes like this:

You’ve never done bondage before. Despite having several past relationships and experiences, you’ve never trusted a man like that. Erotica tastes aside, reality is a beast of its own.

And without the feeling of complete safety that Steve Rogers inspires in your heart, you won’t have even brought it up.

But you trust him without reservations.

The idea of bondage for you is totally psychological. To have your hands restrained and be blind folded takes the pressure off of you. Sometimes your mind starts going during sex and it ruins your enjoyment.

It’s not like you’re thinking about the groceries or anything, just that you start planning your next move. Should you kiss him now, or do you need to moan louder? Does your moaning sound like a dying cat? Maybe you should keep it down.

So the blind fold is important.

And you don’t want to be able to move because you’d try to plan that too. Sometimes you put a lot of pressure on situations to be perfect. Perfect because you made it perfect, you mean. Your expectations are of yourself.

This is one reason you hate not being able to achieve orgasm. That matters to Steve a lot and he always but your pleasure first. The man is selfless and sweet. And when your mind decides to shut down the orgasm buttons, you hate disappointing him.

Steve is sold on the idea of bondage once he understands that it’s only an option because you feel safe with him. And he likes being the only person you’d trust to be this vulnerable with. All the 50 Shades objections vanish for him once you explain that part.

When you tell him that your struggles orgasming sometimes are from your own pressures to be good in bed, he gets it.

He loves that about you, your desire to please him and make things good. It motivates him to accept the offer of bondage.

Because it makes perfect sense that being forced to be the recipient and having control stripped away would fix that for you.

Steve says that you’ll have to let him make the plan. Which is *so* Steve Rogers it’s almost funny.

On a random Tuesday you get dinner with a friend and come home late. The lights are off which is weird because you expected Steve to be home. When you step inside you call out for him but no reply. Kicking off your shoes you wander to the kitchen and when you reach for the light switch, a hand grabs your wrist.

You give a small scream as a body presses you into the wall. Then you recognize the feel and the scent of his aftershave.

Steve has you pinned to the wall, wrists on either side of your head, feet spread apart and his big body caging you in.

It’s happening. It’s so happening. And you feel thrilled and scared and outrageously excited.

He’s excited too, you can feel it pressing into your back. The man’s been planning and fantasizing, clearly.

“Do you still want this, honey?”

His first words to you are the reason that you want this. It warms your heart at the same time your panties are growing wet.

“Yes, Steve. So much. Please.”

He rolls his hips, pressing his body against you and you can’t control the moan that passes your lips.

“Red means we stop. Yellow is slow down. If I’m going to do something that I think you need to consent to, I’ll ask ‘is this okay?’ and you’re going to say “Green” if you want it. Understand?

“Pick a safe word, doll.”

Eagle is your safe word. Your mind just liked the whole patriotic motif, you supposed.

Once the ground rules are laid out, Steve turns you around and with a tap on the curve of your ass, signals you to jump up.

With your legs around his waist and arms curled around his neck, he carried you upstairs to the bed.

Blindfold goes on first. Then cuffs that are lined with something soft that feels like shearling.

You know without asking that he picked them because he thought handcuffs would be too aggressive. Again, your heart flips.

“I’m going to push you, baby. I want you to wring every bit of enjoyment you can out of this. I’m going to make you come hard. You with me on that?”

You’re with him. You’ve waited a long time to try this.

“I have a plan for aftercare too,” he says.

And that’s your first hint that he’s about to go feral on you like he sometimes does when he’s keyed up from a mission.

Steve Rogers has freaking stamina for days. The man could kill you with sex if he wanted to.

(His sex drive is high… all that waiting for the right girl makes a man horny)

He undoes the halter tie of your dress and pull it down, slipping it over your legs.

He uses his mouth first. And it’s frustrating that he left your panties on. 

(The outfit was something he’d suggested. You’d thought he just liked the sundress and had been complimented when he’d said you’d look great in it today. Now it was clear he’d been planning all day. Probably longer.)

He’s been planning since the night you told him two weeks ago. Before the conversation was even over. You felt safe enough with him to ask for such a private and vulnerable fantasy and that turned him on in a mental way he can’t even explain.

So he starts by teasing you.

He kisses your mouth, slow and sensual. His tongue flicks against yours but never quite for as long as you’d like. And he knows how you like it by this point in the relationship. So you’re well aware he’s teasing you.

His mouth begins to wander to your neck and he laps at the sensitive spot. Your thighs clench in response. You’re soaked now, so wet it’s a little bit embarrassing.

He finally finds your breast with his mouth, taking an aching bud in his mouth and drawing on it. Softly. Gently. Lapping and teasing without the friction you needed to enjoy it.

Your breath came in pants now and you spread your legs to open yourself to encourage him to continue. Because there’s somewhere else that really needs attention.

Instead he turns to the other breast and gives it the same attention. Slower. And softer. Stroking with his tongue until your nipple was painfully tight.

His hand trailed up to cup the breast he wasn’t sucking on. The pad of his thumb made teasing circles and you moaned, arching your back into his mouth.

He chuckled and released the aching bud with a pop. Fingertips swirled the nipple he’d just abandoned, coating it with his saliva. He pinch it just right and your hips jerked.

Arousal was a living breathing thing inside your body now, clawing at your lower belly, turning breath into unsteady pants.

“How are you doing, baby?”

The bastard knew you were dying. Sweat was starting to burst from your pores. Your entire body was hot with need.

“Please, Steve…”

“Mmmhh? What do you need, doll?”

“I need your to touch me.”

“Where?”

“My pussy. I’m so wet for you, please touch me. Get inside of me.”

He purred. This was the moment you realized that you’d created a monster. Because he was getting off on the power play.

(This wasn’t actually when the monster was officially created. No, that would be later when you were done and he got to see your dazed face and tear filled eyes from the magnitude of what he’d drawn your body.)

He let go of the nipple and flattened his palm on your ribs, sliding it down inch by inch until he paused on your low belly.

He toyed with the band of your panties.

“You’re wet for me? Does this needy pussy want my fingers or my mouth?”

“Both!!”

He laughed again. But he went ahead, so it was worth it.

And heaven help you, there were fireworks. The bondage was working wonders for your mental need to be out of control. But Steve took it higher when he forced your legs wide and pinned them to the mattress.

And while spin class workouts did amazing things for your thighs, nothing topped super soldier strength. You were stuck. Legs pushed flat to the bed, hands cuffed to the head board and nothing stopping the extremity turned on man with his head between your legs.

He lied about giving your his mouth and fingers. At first he only used his mouth on your clit, licking around it, touching the tip of his tongue over it in slow flicks, then finally, finally, sucking.

Your body seized at the shock of pleasure, white hot and raw jerking through nerve endings frayed from lack of fulfillment.

He knew what pitch he needed to hear you moan at before he added his fingers.

He knew it because Steve Rogers is a man who studies all the angles of a situation and knows his enemy. Or in this case, knows his lover.

He rubs at your G-spot with the pad of his finger and you scream.

Your head falls back on the pillow and tears start to flow because it’s not enough.

“More, oh, please. Steve, I need-“

He growls. “I know what you need, babydoll. And I’ll give it to you when you’re a good girl and you hold back that orgasm for me. I don’t want you to come yet. Don’t you dare come. If you do I’m going to have to take you over my knee.”

Just the idea of him spanking you almost makes you lose it.

He backs off the intensity. And you start to sob from the brutal frustration of being taken so high and left without release.

His name begins to fall from your lips like a litany, as you start to beg.

“Steve! Please, I want to come!”

“Not yet. Hold back. You be my good girl and hold back. I don’t want to spank that sweet behind until it’s red, but I’ll do it.”

Your scream is gargled by a wave of pleasure that makes your whole body roll as it rips through you from head to toe.

“Let me come, damn it!”

Smack. He’s light and there’s a sting on your right inner thigh.

“Hold. It. Back!”

Screams become sobs. You can’t hold still. You’re fighting the restraints and trying to move but he’s not allowing it. All you can do is clench around his fingers and cry.

“Come for me, baby.”

Release floods you in a second when he gives permission.

The cord of tension snaps. Your muscles lock. The scream you felt building is nowhere to be found. Your voice disappears in the violence of the orgasm. It’s totally silent as your body takes control.

Your channel clamps down around his fingers. The orgasm pulses through your body like being set on fire.

Then you scream. And the muscles that had gone stiff suddenly quiver with release.

If Steve hadn’t held you down through it you’d have been snapping your hips and arching into the sensations, away from them.

He keeps going, pushing you through it until the orgasm is finished.

Then you cry.

Honestly crying, because of the intensity of the release.

You’d expected to get off. You hadn’t guessed that you would get obliterated by the world’s most intense orgasm.

Steve immediately crawls up and takes off the blind fold.

“It’s okay, doll. I’m here. You’re okay, you’re safe. Hold on to me.”

You move, trying to reciprocate when his arms go around you, but they’re still cuffed.

This makes you cry harder.

Steve rips them open, letting you free.

And then you’re in his arms and you can cry properly.

He rolls over with you in his arms, one arm tight around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

What shocks you is that he’s not nervous, apologizing, or asking if you’re hurt. He’s petting you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it out. I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere. Hold on to me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

The warm hand moving over your back is a delicious comfort. Almost as good as being held to the strong chest by arms thicker than most people’s legs.

When the storm of emotions passes, you blink up as Steve, a bit confused.

His smile is gentle and his eyes are filled with warmth.

“I did my research. You came down from that hard, didn’t you?”

Your answering “yeah,” is slurred.

He kisses your forehead. If you weren’t already boneless from your release, that would have finished you off.

“You were such a good girl for me. I can’t wait to do this again.”

With a tired smile you arch an eyebrow.

“But we can’t be done. I haven’t had you inside of me yet, soldier.”

Steve’s eyes go wide at the remark and you smirk.

“I still need you to fuck me, baby. I need to feel you finish on top of me and collapse into my arms. Please.”

You said please. And if he didn’t get assist a lady who needed his help, what kind of a hero was he?

[americanhero]

( BRUISED KNUCKLES AND INK-STAINED FINGERS, WELL-WORN LEATHER JACKETS, THE ASH LEFT BEHIND BY FIREWORKS )▸ welcome to latverion, STEVE ROGERS (CAPTAIN AMERICA). it’s time to be gracious, for in this vast multiverse, you have been saved by emperor doom. according to records you are 104 and use HE/HIM pronouns. emperor doom expects you’ll enjoy your career as a SUPPORT GROUP LEADER, or else. excellent. we look forward to your contribution. ( CLAIRE, GMT, 24, SHE/HER, CHRIS EVANS )

ABOUT BASICS

FULL NAME: steven “steve” grant rogers

ALIAS: captain america

AGE: 104 (july 4, 1918; cancer)

AFFILIATIONS: the avengers

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: cis male, he/him

FACE CLAIM: chris evans

IN-DEPTH ANALYSIS

POINT OF ORIGIN:

as always, i pull from a mix of canons! steve is from the same universe as tony (which i guess is the same universe as peter, which is ?? whatever we want it to be), and i use a combination of 616 and mcu for backstory and influences. basically! comics childhood, mcu becoming cap, mix of everything after (no secret empire lmao; also not mcu-dead) ; i’m always very happy to shift stuff around/specify/work with y’all for plotting to make things fit!

ABILITIES/SKILLS:

super soldier serum: artificially enhanced physiology; peak human strength, speed, durability, agility, reflexes, stamina, recovery, mental processing, senses; advanced longevity (the wikipedia page literally says he has “perfect cells.” this includes perfect teeth and very good hair.)

master tactician & strategist; martial artist; shield fighter; advanced military officer; weapons proficiency; vehicle handling; very good artist!!

HAVE THEY BROUGHT ANY FAMILY OR PETS WITH THEM:

no :( someone get this man a dog he could use one (he’s also on the lookout for bucky, who he very much considers his brother)

ANY HEADCANONS YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW:

more tbd but! for now! (TW DEATH, WAR, ALCOHOLISM)

although he grew up in brooklyn instead of the lower east side, i otherwise take steve’s family history/dynamics from 616 instead of the mcu--steve’s parents, joseph and sarah, were poor irish immigrants. his dad was Not Great TM and died when he was pretty young; his mom passed away when he was a teenager. he had a semester of art school, but dropped out to join the army, partly because he couldn’t afford to stay, partly because fighting for the country his family had given so much for felt like the right thing to do

steve’s got a bit of a complex about the steve/cap divide. he loves being captain america, most of the time. but he knows he’s more of a monument than a man to most of the world. he’s made his peace with it, and he’s played along, but it’s nice when he can just be steve. very few people see him that way (see: bucky, who he grew up with as a brother; tony, who was instrumental in helping steve adjust to life after the ice, and is one of the few people to treat him like a regular person; peggy, who knew him before he was cap, etc)

along those lines! captain america doesn’t swear. steve rogers does. exactly 2 people know this (bucky and tony), as far as he’s aware. he’s a scrappy little new yorker at heart. of course he’s got a foul mouth.

he doesn’t drink. some of this is because the serum means he can’t get drunk. some of it is the good old clean-cut image they drilled into him back when he was on the uso tour. a lot of it is because of his father

he’s an artist! this is very important! it’s pretty much just a hobby, but he’d love to be able to make a living on it. is that an impossible dream? yeah, probably, but so was turning into a genetically engineered super soldier. he particularly likes sketching faces and memories; he has been trying but failing miserably at learning digital art (he was also color-blind before the serum, which i like to think means his relationship towards colors and paints tends towards the abstract and stylized, because he basically taught himself color theory twice)

he spends quite a bit of time at memory lane. please don’t make me explain this too much if i think about it too long i will start to cry

that story from she-hulk about him and a girl on the uso tour in ‘43? i’m not entirely convinced he didn’t make it up so the team would stop bullying him change my mind

yes sometimes he signs his texts! this comes from canon he’s old and learning please be nice to him he’s trying his best and doing great

he’s currently living with thor in an apartment above frigga’s

QUESTIONNAIRE

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT EMPEROR DOOM?

You’re asking Steve Rogers, Captain America, the Sentinel of Liberty, how he feels about a masked megalomaniac self-proclaimed emperor? Sure. Okay. The answer, of course, is absolutely not. Steve’s lived for a very long time, and he doesn’t have any more time for Doom. Sarah Rogers raised her son to do no harm, but take no shit, and Steve’s taking no shit. He’s up there in the resistance working to take him down. He was, quite literally, made for something like this. A different time, a different world, a different tyrant, maybe, but it’s all the same. Tyranny is tyranny; freedom is freedom.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT THE BATTLES? ARE THEY TRYING TO AVOID THEM? OR ARE THEY EAGER TO JUMP IN?

The battles are barbaric. No one should be forced to fight in a gladiatorial contest. It’s inhumane. He’s been the dancing (punching) monkey before, so many lifetimes ago, and he wouldn’t wish it on anyone. He’s neither actively avoiding nor seeking them out, but Steve is absolutely using them as yet another reason Emperor Doom is extremely bad news. He’ll fight if he has to, and he’s not too worried about winning, but he doesn’t want to have to. He’s a soldier, not a gladiator.

WHY HAS YOUR CHARACTER ACCEPTED THEIR JOB POSITION? WILL THEY USE IT TO GET CLOSER TO DOOM? OR WILL THEY USE IT EXPLOIT HIM? OR DO THEY SIMPLY LIKE THEIR JOB? 

Steve runs a support group for people struggling with multiversal displacement (and living under the omnipresent gaze of Emperor Doom). They meet twice a week, sometimes in Frigga’s, which Thor has generously lent out (and provided complimentary fruity mocktails with the little umbrellas). Steve knows what it’s like to leave behind a life, to wake up in a new, unfamiliar world, to lose everyone and everything you knew and loved and have to keep living. He’s done it. It’s awful. No one should have to go through that alone. Steve can fight Doom as Captain America all he likes; as Steve Rogers, the least he can do is try to make the rest of their lives a little bit better.

[itsallyscorner]

Blindsided

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader

Summary: What happens after it’s announced that John Walker’s the new Captain America.

Warnings: none; a bit suggestive at the end? This is my first time writing for Sam so if it’s a bit meh, I’m sorry, I tried😭 Lots of dialogue!!

A/n: This is a bit of a short one, but I hope you like it:) I know this isn’t how he found out in TFAWS but ya know :D Also hate the character NOT the actor, don’t hate on Wyatt Russell😤

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“Look, here’s the thing, uh, I’m—I’m not Tony Stark. I’m not Dr. Banner. Okay? I don’t have the flashiest gadgets, I don’t have super strength. But what I do have—is guts.”

John Walker’s voice bounces off the walls of the cozy Louisiana apartment you and Sam shared. With the saved money you both had, you guys managed to purchase a decent apartment. Being two of the known remaining Avengers, your landlord was quite flexible with rent. Having the two of you in his building was like having built in security.

The apartment was just right for you and Sam. There was a living room, a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. You both didn’t need much. As long as you had each other, you were both satisfied. Besides, with Sam working with the Air Force on missions, you managed to get roped into following along—which meant you two weren’t always home.

The morning sun shined through the window of your living room, reflecting onto one of the white walls across from it. The sun created an orangey yellow hue to fill the room, radiating the warmth and cozy aura of a sunny Louisiana morning. Though compared to the domestic and calming aura, Sam was the complete opposite. You couldn’t see his facial expressions but the way his shoulders tensed from behind was enough to tell you that he was upset.

After a week (I’m honestly not sure) of donating Steve’s shield to the Smithsonian, it’s been revealed that the government has taken the shield and handed it to some—in your eyes—Steve Rogers wannabe. As someone who’s worked alongside Steve and consider him as family, it angered you to see some random man parade around the world with Steve’s shield and title. This Walker dude has no clue of the responsibility and value that comes with the shield—like seriously using halftime of a football game as an opportunity to pull a PR stunt as Captain America? He’s literally just America’s mascot.

Though you were bubbling with anger, you couldn’t imagine how your boyfriend felt. Steve gave him the shield, passed down the role of Captain America to him and sent him off to fulfill the duties he couldn’t do anymore. Yes, Sam made a promise, but after dabbling with the thought of becoming the new Captain America he decided to give it up. You weren’t going to question him, it was his choice and you understood why he made it. Nobody could fill Steve’s shoes.

You turn the stove off, deciding to check on Sam instead of continuing breakfast. The clip of John Walker was still playing on the tv when you enter the living room. You get a glimpse of his face, betrayal filled his eyes as he glowered at the tv screen. You carefully make your way towards him, settling beside him on the couch. He glances at you before shoving his head in his hand.

“Sam...” You wrap an arm around his back, your palm feeling the tension build between his shoulders.

“He trusted me with the shield.” He began, his voice low. “He trusted me with it and now it’s in the hands of—whoever this person is.” He gestures to the tv that showed John Walker speaking to a blonde interviewer.

“Steve believed in me to carry on his legacy and I just threw it away because I was being selfish.” He fumed, his tone raising. He shot off the couch and moved to pace around the living room. You sigh, giving him a moment to get his thoughts together. You patiently waited for him to calm down, watching him mutter sentences to himself under his breath.

Slowly, you get up from the couch and approach him. Deciding to stand in the way of his path, he comes to a halt. The conflicted expression on his face softens at the sight of you.

“Listen,” You start, arms snaking around his torso while his hands naturally grip onto your hips. “You didn’t know the government was going to go behind your back and deem someone else as Captain America. None of us were expecting this to happen. You can’t beat yourself up for something you didn’t have control of.”

Sam breathes out and tries to move out of your arms. Betrayal and guilt consumed his body.

“That’s the thing, (y/n). If I hadn’t given up the shield in the first place, we wouldn’t even be in this situation right now. I had control of all of this, even if I didn’t know about their hidden agenda.” He bursted out, brows furrowing together in frustration. You tighten your arms around him.

Sam defeatedly lowers his head, “This whole thing is so much more than me being blindsided by the government. I promised Steve that I’ll do my best. He trusted me and in return I broke my promise to him. I let Steve down.” He confessed. Silence filled the room, the only sounds heard were the quiet murmurs coming from the tv.

You were the first to speak. “Steve made mistakes too you know? Besides being a super soldier and all, it’s what made him relatable to everyone. Before he became Captain America, he was just like us. Humans who wanted to do good for the world and bring peace to its chaos.” Your words caught Sam’s attention, although he was a bit confused to where you were going with them.

You continued, “Like almost every human in the world, he learned from those mistakes. Yes, you may have had control of the current situation we’re in, but that doesn’t contradict the fact that you had no knowledge of what was happening behind the scenes. Steve chose to give you the shield for a reason, Sam. He knew that if something were to go wrong, you would be there in an instant to make it right.”

You shifted closer to him and cradled his jaw with both of your hands. “You gave up the shield and now it’s in the hands of the wrong man. I know you’ve always said that it feels like it belongs to someone else. But would you rather it be in the hands of someone like John Walker or in the hands of someone Steve believes in? Are you gonna sit here and feel guilty about it or are you going to get up and make things right?”

Sam’s eyes bore into yours. Conflict flashes in his dark orbs, his jaw clenches, and his hands resting on your hips gripped onto your skin tightly.

“We’re gonna get his shield back.” He proclaimed.

A small smile forms on your lips, “One way or another.” You confirm.

Bonus:

“You know, you’re getting good at that whole speech thing.” Sam remarks, pulling you closer to him. That infamous toothy grin of his taking over his features.

You chuckle letting your hands venture on the expanse of his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well I learned from the best. If there’s one thing I learned from Steve it’d have to be his way with words.” You shrugged. Sam hummed in response.

“If I’m gonna be getting that shield back, I’m gonna be needing some help on those speeches.” He says, a suggestive tone to his sentence.

You smirked, amusingly shaking your head at him. “Good think I know plenty of ways to get you to talk.” Sam takes that as his cue to connect his lips with yours. His eager hands wander your body as he leads you towards the couch.

Before things can escalate, you pull away and place a finger in between your and Sam’s lips.

“Not now hotshot, we’ve got a mission in a bit and we still need to stop by Sarah’s before we leave.” Sam doesn’t get the chance to object since you’ve already pushed him off of you. Your hips swayed as you made your way back into the kitchen to continue cooking breakfast.

He stutters at first but chases after you going on about how much of a tease you were and how unfair it was to him and his needs.

“I told you I had plenty of ways to get you to talk.” You smirk, innocently shrugging at him.

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Wondering if you have any thoughts about beefy bucky? And maybe any thoughts about any thoughts that Steve might have about beefy bucky? For a cheeky anon 👉👈

Hoo boy Cheeky Nonnie... Do I have some thots about this??

*ahem - clears throat as it's a little thick for some reason... err - yes, yes I do... Many in fact...

Just to clarify - you mean...

Or even...

I thought so...

Oh - Cheeky anon - you are speaking my language! So I had set out to tell you my thoughts about Beefy Bucky...but Steve came screaming into the room, panting and excited, a light shining in his eyes and suddenly it was all about him... maybe one day I’ll get my say...

This got away from me slightly - hope you enjoy Nonnie! 😘

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Steve tried to not stare, tried to be respectful like his ma taught him, tried to be the responsible adult, hero that he was. He was the paragon for truth, the beacon of all that was good, but all that ran through his head as he looked at his best friend, his semi-recently unbrainwashed best friend, was Bucky’s large frame manhandling him to the bed and doing unspeakable acts on Steve’s body.

He was past caring what these acts might be, he’d be open to anything, try anything - not having had much experience due to time or inclination. But as he sat in the mission brief and watched Bucky playing with a pencil, unintentionally snapping it between his chunky fingers, looking around sheepishly in case someone told him off for breaking SHIELD property - Steve thought about those meaty fingers wrapped around a specific part of his anatomy. A part he knew couldn’t snap off (he’d tried when jerking off - not intentionally, but sometimes he twitched hard in the heat of the moment - and he had super strength after all).

From Steve’s vantage point, a few yards behind Bucky’s immensely broad shoulders, he found his breaths coming in quicker, wondering how it would feel to be picked up and slammed into a hard surface by Bucky, to have all that unrestrained strength pushing him - up against his body. Steve shivered, knowing that, yes, Tony and Thor and the others with the use of their powers or suits could pin Steve for a few seconds - but Bucky - he’d had a similar serum as Steve and it gave him thoughts. 

Would Bucky be at the same level of strength and power, were they evenly matched in every way? And if Steve begged on his knees staring up at Bucky - would Bucky relent and finally give him all he’d been dreaming about since he was sixteen?

Steve didn’t know. But he fantasised about it a lot.

Bucky had always been bigger than Steve, had always towered over him when they were kids, and Steve fit under the crook of Bucky’s arm, snug and nice, knowing that even before the serum, Bucky could have had his way and Steve would let him - even as feisty and independent as he was. But oh god, given half the chance, in a million different ways Steve would have let him.

But then the war happened, Steve had the serum and everything changed - he lost Bucky, had lost his better half, his true north, and that was when Steve lost hope. Until the Winter Soldier appeared - no, when Bucky appeared. Hope welled eternal in Steve for the first time in years, and to now have Bucky before him, it was a dream come true and he was scared to do anything to break the bubble that was surrounding them in case he scared Bucky off again.

So through hungry eyes, Steve watched Bucky closely, helped Bucky with the holes in his memory as best he could, ignored the lack of compassion that sometimes came through, and tried his best not to ogle Bucky’s new physique.

It was hard.

Extremely hard.

Because Bucky was built, he was wide, he was thick and it made Steve jittery inside.

He was unable to hide the most basic of reactions when they sparred, growing stiff the moment Bucky threw Steve over his shoulder like he weighed nothing to land on the mat roughly before straddling him, hand gently around his throat and a smirk on his face. And Steve had to scramble to the toilets for a moment alone - each and every time. Images of Bucky’s muscular thighs either side of his stomach fodder for a slew of fantasies and he only ever felt a little guilty when he came, hand shaking around his dick and Bucky’s name on his lips.

But it was undeniable that Bucky had changed - his quick smiles gone, humour buried away with only a glimpse here and there, but Steve knew Bucky, his Bucky was lurking somewhere in the depths, and Steve was slowly teasing him to the surface. So it would be completely unfair to foist his desires on his friend - a friend who'd never indicated that he liked Steve on a romantic level.

So Steve sat behind Bucky in the briefing, letting his mind wander, allowing his gaze to rake over the back of the too tight dark blue henley, Bucky’s shoulders taking up more space on the chair than Steve’s did - and he watched. 

Steve’s eyes traced the lines of Bucky’s wide stance as he moved in the chair, watching the toned muscles shift under the shirt and he couldn’t help lick his lips, only to look up and find Bucky stalled, stopped in his tracks staring over his shoulder at Steve with something deeply shadowed in his eyes. And Steve had been caught, caught staring like a man dying of thirst and Bucky the only person in the world that had a trickle of water left.

Standing up hastily, Steve fled - heading towards his room on the thirtieth floor, not knowing if the briefing was over or not, not really caring - he’d walked out of them before - it was only a safety meeting about new protocols that Steve himself had helped to create, but he couldn’t sit behind Bucky and stare at his bulk any longer. Bucky might have already realised where Steve’s thought’s had been, and he needed a moment to agonise over it.

He’d only just made it to his hallway, sprinting up the stairs as it was quicker than the elevator, when a huge solid hand grasped his arm, yanking to slam Steve up against the wall and suddenly two very intense blue/grey eyes were staring at him, pinched at the corners, questioning. Steve was no longer concerned about being called out - he was too busy sweating heavily at the sheer muscle Bucky was showcasing by pinning him to the wall, and he flexed, trying to move, but Bucky - oh fuck - Bucky had him. Steve would have to exert a lot of energy to break the hold, and his knees buckled.

Bucky grasped him, holding him upright as he sagged, “hey pal - you okay? What in the hell is going on?”

Steve managed to get his knees to lock long enough to hold his weight, and Bucky wide-eyed and concerned held him trapped. Held him aloft in his strong arms, his flesh one just as huge and muscular as his metal one.

“Yeah I’m alright,” Steve ground out. And he was, mostly - except for the tenting in his cargo pants, something that if Bucky stepped in less than an inch would feel pressed against him in all it’s post-serum glory. And Steve shouldn’t have thought that - what had it done to Bucky if the rest of him had grown so thick.

Bucky exhaled slowly, then looked up at the roof and Steve watched the sinews dance under the skin of Bucky’s neck, the wide hefty expanse of muscle that had to be at least twice the size as before. Steve wanted to lean forward, nip at the jutting Adam's apple, lick it, suckle it and have Bucky tense the muscles so that Steve could trace the hardness under his stiff tongue.

Words escaped him before Steve knew what was happening. “You’re so big.”

Immediately his face flamed because the words didn’t come out like a question, or a matter of fact statement - it was breathy, whispered with reverence, with a tone that couldn’t be disguised - Steve sounded horny for Bucky, and shame welled up.

Shutting his eyes, Steve shook his head, trying to get up the strength to break free of the large hands holding him, but Steve was learning he was a masochist under Bucky's control, Steve wanted it, no matter how he got it - all of that power and force bundled into the man he’d been in love with all of his life, it was too much.

“Open your eyes, Stevie.”

He was powerless not to, not when Bucky called him that.

Bucky’s long hair had fallen over one side of his face, and he peered at Steve, a small frown between his eyes as he worked something out in his head, Steve having seen that puzzled expression many times, usually directed at the coffee machine or at Sam, until suddenly like the dawning of a new day - his face went slack. 

He’d realised something, something big. And Bucky stepped forward, closer, the entire length of his body now against Steve, and although Steve was still a little taller than him, he felt as small as his teenage self while Bucky held him aloft using just his body, and it was only then that Steve realised what Bucky was pressed against and… oh…

What was now pressed against Steve in return.

“Buck…” he said brokenly.

“How long?”

“Errr…”

“How long, Steve?” The demand came with a tightening of hands on his biceps and Steve groaned at the pinch, the pressure, and Bucky threw his massive flesh arm across Steve’s collar bone instead, restraining him, and Steve just about came on the spot. It was too much, the sheer strength, the sheer size of Bucky was making him quake like a teenager with too many uncontrollable hormones.

“For as long as I can remember.”

“Jesus,” Bucky swore and let go, Steve slumping against the wall, and Bucky took one step away, Steve had ruined it - ruined everything.

“Well, are you coming or not?”

Steve looked up at the order in Bucky’s voice.

“Where?” he croaked.

“Your room, it’s closer - I’m going to nail you to your bed and make you scream Stevie Rogers - I have one vivid memory of before the war, and I know it was just a fantasy. And right now... right now I want to make it a reality.”

Bucky strode away, intent in each step and Steve watched the sway of his thick hips, the delectable peach-like ass he wanted to sink his hands and teeth into, and Steve stuck to the spot, couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

“I’m not going to ask twice.”

Steve jumped to attention, and had never ran so fast in his life.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Sister Responsibilities (Steve Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Spoilers to AOU and Infinity War, mention of deaths

Request: A wanda! Sister reader shes an avenger has powers like wanda shes older than the twins, she is in agony when wanda is dusted and steve comforts her and they fall in love. Lots of angsts. 

Steve had admired you essentially since he first met you, along with your two younger siblings, even though when you first met, you were on opposing sides. You were a Maximoff, being 5 years older than the twins, and the only other survivor of the bomb that landed on your home, and Wanda pointed it out that the second your parent’s hearts stopped beating, you took over their role, even in the rubble of the ruins of your family home, a bomb right in front of you. Wanda and Pietro had reminisce about when the sun went down and they were trapped in darkness, you would sing to them till they somehow fell asleep. 

Steve quickly learned how strong you were, not just mentally to deal with being the caretaker of your siblings at 15 in what was basically a battlefield, but also with your own unique powers. You didn’t have super strength, instead you had a rather hard to explain ability to deviate. Essentially, you were untouchable. Steve couldn’t hit you with his shield, Thor couldn’t hit you with his hammer, hell, Clint couldn’t hit you even when you stood perfectly still in front of him, proven by his first interaction with you when you were still on opposing sides. You used your powers for good, basically using yourself as a shield to protect people, though you had been preoccupied when Pietro was killed. It was that moment when Steve really saw how strong you were. The second you were reunited with your little sister, you took her in your arms, letting her sob into your shoulder as you whispered reassurances in Sokovian to her. Steve could remember seeing it in your eyes that you wanted to cry, to let yourself mourn, but you held back, knowing Wanda needed you. Part of him wondered if you were apologising to her for not being there for him. 

You and him had gotten along well since then. You were on his side during the fight within the team, of course being beside your sister. You were wise for your age, and you and Steve had a lot in common. You both cared a lot, especially about those close to you, you were willing to do anything for the greater good, including putting yourself in harms way. Wanda had picked up that there was possibly something between you both, and softly pushed you both to see where it would lead. Steve had already admitted to himself that you were special to him, and as he stated, he admired you, and the way you could sometimes look at him told him that maybe… just maybe, you felt the same. 

However, as he looked at you now, his last thought was asking you out for dinner. You had that look in your eye again. The look he saw when Pietro died and you were comforting Wanda, as you stared where she was once standing, just a moment ago. You were frozen in place, looking at the empty space beside Vision’s body almost waiting for her to reappear. Your eyelids were flickering, wanting to blink as your eyes burned, but you were scared that if you did that it would prove that she was gone. 

Steve could only partially understand what you were feeling, but he knew he could relate the closest to what you were feeling in this moment. He’d just watched his best friend- the one he had fought so hard to bring back to being himself, freeing him from HYDRA, only for him to vanish into dust. But you? You had tried your goddamn hardest to protect your little siblings, probably feeling unbelievable guilt when your brother died, promising to yourself to keep Wanda safe, only for her to be taken from you as well. You probably felt you had failed as a big sister, and you probably felt so, so, alone. 

Steve approached you slowly, as you continued to stare at the spot, tears in your eyes that you refused to let fall. Eventually he reached out to you, taking a soft hand to your arm, though you didn’t react to it. He came closer, stepping in front of you, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m here. You don’t have to hide it. It’s okay.” He whispered to you. Steve could feel your shock wear off as sobs rattled your body, and those sobs slowly turned into wails. “There’s nothing you could have done. It’s not your fault.” 

The memory of that occasion would resurface often, for both Steve and you. It had been a few years since the snap, and you had tried to pick up the pieces like the rest of the world. You two relied on each other the first few months, meaning you spent a lot of time together, and it turned out that Wanda was right- there was something between you two. You had started dating a year after the snap, and now you had an apartment together, near where Steve grew up, and other than your day jobs, which had been pretty tame for a while, you had settled down together. It was almost picture perfect. Almost. 

Steve would still see the guilt you had every so often. Sometimes he saw it when you would sing Sokovian lullabies as you did chores, and he knew that they were the lullabies you had sung to the twins in the rubble. Sometimes he saw it when you were looking at the living room shelf- a spot dedicated to the people you had lost. On there were pictures of your friends, like Sam and Bucky, but there was a shelf specifically for Pietro and Wanda. There weren't many pictures of them, but you had a few pictures of them and yourself as children before the accident, and some before you had been experimented on, and of course some of Wanda and yourself when you had joined the Avengers. Today, you were looking at it, and specifically had picked up a picture you had of Wanda and Pietro as teenagers, sat on a wall and smiling at the camera. Steve could see the guilt in your eyes, wishing you had been there to protect your baby brother, and to somehow save Wanda, or wishing it was you.  Steve walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek. He didn’t speak, simply silently comforting you. 

“Do you think they’d be happy if they saw me now?” You asked him.

“Without a doubt. I think that if they could see us, Wanda would be cheering that we were together- she was trying to get us together after all and Pietro would be trying to intimidate me and threatening to kick my ass if I ever hurt you.” He told you. You laughed quietly to yourself. 

“You’re not wrong there… not wrong at all…”

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Falling Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Collaboration with @wxstedhexrt​ // poetry focused fics! // TW: anxious thoughts, disassociation experiences and others so please read the warnings in each part! Based on poems written by the incredible Destiny of @wxstedhexrt! Bucky Barnes is falling in so many different kinds of ways - he’s falling in and out of his brain, in and out of reality, in and out of nightmares... and falling in love? Maybe this is the one he doesn’t want to fall out of.

Mr. Steve ( part 1 // part 2 ) Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Soulmate AU In a universe where your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist after you meet them, receiving a wedding invitation from her friend is just another reminder that (Y/N) has yet to find her soulmate. But maybe this wedding will be a little bit more exciting, with the help of a tiny child without a filter.

can’t take my mind off of you, Mr. Steve Rogers ( part 1 // part 2 // part 3 ) - COMPLETED Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Steve Rogers and (Y/N) used to date. Emphasis on the used to. But when an important date from their relationship comes up, it stirs up some emotions too. As if to add to the fire, (Y/N) bumps into an old friend who suggests that maybe Steve’s feelings towards (Y/N) aren’t quite gone. And even though it’s hard to admit, especially because she has a new boyfriend, maybe (Y/N)’s feelings aren’t gone either.

Must’ve Been the Wind ( part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 ) - COMPLETED Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Song Inspo: Must’ve Been the Wind by Alec Benjamin // requested TW: mentions of abusive relationship that (Y/N) is involved in, not too graphic in my opinion but please be wary reading if it may trigger something for you.  The girl in the apartment above Bucky’s seems to be in some sort of distress, though she insists that Bucky’s just hearing things. The two bond quickly and soon enough, Bucky wants to rescue her from a situation that she insists isn’t there. Is he just hearing the wind? Or is it a cry for help?

Unlovable ( part 1 // part 2 // part 3 ) - COMPLETED Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader There’s one other person besides Steve that makes Bucky feel comfortable in the era he’s not supposed to be in. She makes him feel safe, never pushes him to do anything, and that smile always makes his stomach flip. But a situation without clear communication leaves both Bucky and (Y/N) unsure of if the other feels the same about them.

**Domestic/Homely!Steve Collection ( Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader ) :

Home  After months without hearing from his wife and daughter, Steve just wants to be home. He doesn’t care if he could be hurt from his fights, he just wants to see his little girl and the woman he loves. (The beginning of my Homely!Steve Collection!)

Grocery Shopping Steve wants to help out any way he can at home since he’s gone so often. But grocery shopping without a list can be a little stressful, especially with a little mischievous girl.

A Kid’s Imagination When (Y/N) goes to pick up Sarah from school, she’s met with an odd response from the teacher about an announcement Sarah made to her classmates. Rather than talk to Steve about it, she decides to have a little fun with it.

Santa Claus Steve’s back from a long mission and all he wants to do is be with his wife and little girl. Thankfully, they’re not too far from home… and Steve has the perfect Christmas plan to surprise them.

kidnapped.... or pretzels? Steve wakes up in the dead of night to find an empty bed beside him. His mind immediately goes to the worst case scenario as to what could’ve happened to the love of his life, (Y/N). 

Dance Recitals If there's one thing that Steve Rogers loves, it's watching his little girl learn how to dance. So he goes out of his way to make sure he doesn't miss too many of her practices. Now, he has to find out how to not miss her first dance recital...

** Stay tuned for more! Send in a request if you think of some cute Dad!Steve Rogers prompts!!**

**ONE SHOTS**

Dinner and a Show Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // done for a writing challenge // prompt: “This is one of those moments when I tell you something isn’t a good idea and you ignore me, isn’t it?” The one where Steve impulsively insists on proving that Y/N’s date for the evening is trash instead of figuring out his feelings for her, meanwhile, Bucky learns that food is way overpriced lol

accidentally ruining relationships Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader  Y/N spends the evening desperately looking for answers about her love life with her close friend, Bucky. Maybe the reason her relationships aren’t working out is because her heart belongs to another. 

A French Kiss Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Alternative Universe Fic // based on a tweet Y/N came to Paris with a plan: take a photo with a cute man next to the Eiffel Tower, just like how her and cheating ex-boyfriend had always planned on doing, and make that son of a bitch jealous. Thankfully, there’s a super cute blond guy who just so happens to be nearby.

Makeshift Thanksgiving Dinner+ Steve Rogers x Fem!EastAsian!Reader Steve Rogers is beyond nervous to finally be meeting his girlfriend's parents. Especially when it's a meeting for Thanksgiving dinner... though (Y/N) neglects to mention until they're almost there that her east asian family doesn't usually have a typical 'American' Thanksgiving dinner... (Super fluffy I promise :))

Take a Hint Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (Y/N) literally just wants to go out and have a good time with her girls. So why do guys seem to never take ‘no’ for an answer? To try to prevent more annoying encounters with men who can’t take a hint, (Y/N) slips on two rings onto her left hand and assumes the married life. It’s all well and good... until someone sees the rings as a challenge. Enter from stage right, our hero.

boardroom fantasies NSFW, 18+ only, S M U T // Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // done for a prompt challenge // prompt: “You wanna have sex….here? Now?” Steve can’t help how tight his pants get when (Y/N) is working nearby. While everyone else goes out for drinks, he pulls her aside to show her that the Accounting Guy who keeps asking her out isn’t who she should be with.

Holiday Kiss Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Christmas fic Bucky is a little tired of Christmas traditions for the day but with (Y/N) around, there’s just one more tradition he’d like to give a try. 

Anxiety Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // TW: lots of anxious thoughts based on my own so be careful if this is a trigger for you! Today’s the day Steve comes back from a mission and (Y/N) is beyond excited to see him. But when you have a little Anxiety monster whispering believable nonsense in your ear, it’s hard to get out of your head.

5 ways Steve Rogers says I Love You (and 1 way he doesn’t) Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // sad ending so if you don’t wanna be sad, don’t read the last bit lol Steve Rogers loves you and here’s just a collection of ways he shows it. But not everything has a happy ending.

Healthy Competition Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader // SURPRISE PAIRING // requested It’s not every day that the boys are all infatuated with the same human being. So when they realize they’re all falling head over heels for one girl, Steve insists some ground rules need to be laid out. Little do they know, there’s one person already that (Y/N) is swooning over.

home is a person Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Post inspo: “Someone asked me to describe home and I started talking about your hair colour and the sound of your voice and the taste of your lips and how your skin feels like. Until I realized they had expected to hear a place.” When asked what home was like in a conversation about their past lives, Bucky Barnes immediately thinks of something other than his 1940s home. He thinks of her.

The Waitress Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // done for a writing challenge // song prompt: “If things get worse, will you still be here?” 405 by This Wild Life Steve Rogers has finally worked up the guts to ask out the super cute waitress at the diner he frequents… except it’s hard to ask out of a girl when you’re a) already super nervous, b) unsure if it’s rude to ask her out, and c) when you have Dumb and Dumber insisting they tag along.

Fate’s Ribbon Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Soulmate AU Fate ties a ribbon to every baby that’s born. It’s black to everyone else but your soulmate, who sees it as bright red. Bucky Barnes doesn’t want a soulmate, especially after becoming a completely different person than he was in the 40s. But you can’t run away from what Fate has planned for you.

Happy Moments Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // prompt list // requested Prompts: a perfectly brewed cup of tea and dust floating in golden sunlight Steve Rogers has a few happy moments stored in his brain for when times got tough. He thinks about each of them and how they’re each a part of him. But in this moment, this place, he was happiest.

Probability Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Steve Rogers is an insecure little bum sometimes. But he’s 75% sure that the girl of his dreams shares his affections… okay 70%…. maybe less….

Fate’s Sense of Humour Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Soulmate AU Everyone is born with a soulmark, generally a signature or some sort of mark to define who this person was. And when you meet your soulmate, your mark gets darker and darker. Everyone is born with this. Except Steve Rogers. He had practically given up on finding someone to be with without a soulmark, until he wakes up from the ice to find a faded grey signature on his arm.

Jealous (Strong) Steve Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // requested Steve Rogers, the man behind the shield, knows that his strength only came from an injection. He isn’t a Norse god, how could he compete against Thor who seems to have all of (Y/N)’s affections? Steve Rogers is a jealous man. A strong jealous man who just keeps breaking things.

Studying Anatomy Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // requested Steve loves his girlfriend very much, so when she practically begs for him to help her study for her anatomy test, how can he say no?

Young But Sure Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // requested Sometimes people have different wants for their future. Sometimes their future includes a pet, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes people want to live in the country, and some just want to live in the middle of the city. Steve Rogers wants kids… and he assumed that his girlfriend did too.

Nosebleeds Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader A Stark Industries tradition was that every year, interns, agents, admins, and all the Avengers were asked to join in on a volleyball tournament. And every year (Y/N)’s team wins. She expected to have some fierce competition from the Captain’s team… she expected wrong.

Coming Home Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader No matter how long he was gone, (Y/N) always slept on the couch when Steve was away on missions so she could be the first thing he saw when he came back. Steve is happy to be home with the girl he loves.

Kiss (* Endgame Spoilers *) Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader He just looked so hot, the fire in his eyes, ready to fight. (Y/N) just can’t help herself, she just needs a kiss before they go off to their potential deaths.

Blue Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Steve in blue is too much to handle whilst sober, (Y/N) decides. So while attending Tony Stark’s birthday party, (Y/N) doesn’t stop to drink her anxiety away making for entertaining company for Steve.

Pizza and the Medical Student Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // College Roommates AU // requested (Y/N) just wants to study for her final. Steve wants to keep her happy. Bucky wants them to just admit their goddamn feelings for each other already.

**Super Cringy-ish Older Fics I Wrote that I Don’t Have Good Summaries For**

[starstruckmyths]

Steve's body is so dextrous since the serum but he only ever used that ability for fighting. Years later when his heart is at ease he decides to learn something new to do with that physical perfection not everyone has. He takes on ballet /gymnastics (your choice) and finds that he thoroughly enjoys the rhythm, the balance, the all different way of displaying strength and that he got more than one gift for artistic abilities.

Did- did you hack my computer and read my history?? Just be honest, nonnie, I promise I won’t be mad. 

Dancer!Steve is one of my utmost favorite things that I put into my stories, and also exactly in the way you described it, just-- wow. I love Steve displaying these little things he can do without much conscious thought. I love it when Steve stands on the tips of his toes like a dancer, swirls around a battlefield as if he’s a princess in a ballgown, or uses his flexibility to dodge attacks. 

Allow me to write a piece about this, because I lovethissomuchohmygoodnessthankyousomuch

|X|

There was something about the way Steve Rogers looked. 

At first sight there was much to see, but little to think about. There was his firm, broad shoulders only just able to fit through a door, and his large chest that had more than a few drool and mutter in envy. But upon closer look, there was so much more to find. 

Upon closer look, it was no longer about the things that could be seen, but about the things that could not.

The first time it happened had been in the comfort of the Compound. It had been so fleeting and so quick, barely something to be noticed, but she did. Natasha was always one to study her partners sparring, because they appreciated her sharp eye taking in the details and telling them what to improve on. Today, it was Steve and Thor, a friendly sparring much for fun. 

Punches fell, feet kicking and arms swinging. It was a play of mostly strength instead of technique, so Natasha could hang back and eat her bowl of mixed fruits, occasionally calling some worthless, general stuff to the boys like “Keep your enemy in sight!” or “Watch that punch”. Then, just when she put up a red grape to her mouth, it happened. 

‘It’ was not some groundbreaking, awe-inspiring, jaw-dropping phenomenon, but it was what was behind it that had her still in her movements and keep her eyes wide open. Steve had just used one of her moves. 

It wasn’t the kind where she would climb her enemies and choke them out with their thighs, mount their shoulders or swirl herself around their bodies, it was a simpler one, but it still had her mind work over-hours to keep up with the implications of it. Steve had just displayed a skill of agility she had not even been aware he had. 

When Thor had hauled his fist towards Steve for a punch, Steve had bounced over to the side, kicked up his right leg from the floor, hooked his knee around Thor’s left bicep and shoved his weight onto the arm, forcing Thor towards the ground before turning and kicking out his other leg. 

They soon jumped back up to their usual kick, shove and punch, but Natasha had seen it, and she played it out in her head many times more.

Interesting. 

As soon as the two blondes were done knocking each other on their ass, she intercepted Steve before he could reach the bathroom. He did not even stink, and his sweat seemed to be at a minimum. It was not the first time she had envied him, and certainly not the last, but that was not what she was here for. 

“Nice kick,” she said, falling in stride beside him. 

Steve came to a halt, eyebrows raised in slight question as he hummed at her. “Hmm?” 

“Towards the end,” she explained, brushing a strand of fiery red from her eyes as she nodded her head towards the ring, “I saw you use your leg to stop Thor’s punch. Even I struggle with that one often. It takes good timing.”

“Oh, yeah.” Steve gave a vague shrug of his shoulders. “It’s easier when you’re a super soldier. I just got good reflexes, I guess.”

Something of a huff left her lips, and she felt tempted to roll her eyes. She did not think he was avoiding her question, Rogers often had a tendency to pick out the wrong parts of someone’s question or statement, not quite understanding where the emphasis lay. “You really got your leg high and stretched, makes one wonder if you do yoga.”

Steve laughed at that, the bright smile lighting up his eyes. “Not yoga, no, I’m afraid that’s not for me. I, uhm...” he stopped himself, and Natasha could see the red flush in his cheeks. 

“You, what?” Natasha asked, her own mouth curling to a laugh as well, “Come on, you can tell me. You know Clint has only mastered various ballroom dances because he once dated the instructor, right?”

Another laugh bubbled up, and Steve picked a little at his water bottle, giving another shrug. “I’ve been dancing, is all,” he said then, looking back up into her eyes, “Saturday mornings is gymnastics and on Wednesday nights I dance. I often see you do all these complicated moves with your body, and I guess I wanted to give it a try. ‘s when I discovered I have really good balance and reach.” 

The gaze in his eyes turned into something so fondly. “I picked up gymnastics first and noticed I’m very flexible. That’s when I got into dancing too. It’s nice to put my strength to something... not lethal, you know? To do it for myself.”

Natasha had her arms crossed before her chest, and she had to work hard to keep the gooey-eyed expression away from her face. So that’s what he was into on Wednesdays, she had been wondering why he never wanted to do something with the team then. Ha, Tony owed her fifty dollars for betting it was a chick. 

Something about his words just felt right, as if he had been a set of loose pieces to her that only just now clicked together. She supposed he did have the frame of a dancer, something trained and elegant. It was to be found in the sloping curves dipping towards his narrow, tapered waist, his somewhat wider hips, and the curve of his back. 

“I understand completely,” she answered, not failing to miss the little spark it set aflame in her eyes. “If you want, I could give you some classes in ballet, to see if you might be into that.”

Steve nodded his head, the smile on his face widening. “Yeah, it’d really like that.”

|X|

[sleeplessincairo]

[ dating bucky barnes would include: ]

warnings: a somewhat vague sexual outline and a few cusses

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Him walking around with a notebook everywhere. Bucky got the idea from Steve when he saw him writing new things to his modern day to-do-list, so Bucky decided to do the same except fill his notebook up with his old memories instead; anything he could remember from his life before being The Winter Soldier. At first, there were only a few pages filled but as his life starting to include domestic and mundane-as well as a healthy environment-activities, he started having spontaneous and soon-to-be-frequent flashbacks that, later on, contributed to dozens of notebooks filled with not The Winter Soldier, not Prisoner #56898, not White-Wolf, but James Buchanan Barnes.

You never mentioned the notebook to Bucky nor asked to read it-Bucky was a private person, and you understood and respected that-but you still started carrying a pen with you, just in case he ever needed one.

At first, the notebook(s) was/were filled with solely memories of his past-No matter how insignificant. Whether it was that time the toilet got clogged in his shabby little apartment and had to stay with Steve and Sarah Rogers for a week because he couldn't afford a plumber or that time he lost his shoe in bar brawl and some swanky chrome-dome gave him a few bucks to buy some shoes and a sock without a hole in it. He wrote everything his mind could clearly grasp. But as the two of you got closer, he started filling it with memories he had with/of you because-even if he would never admit it-you made him feel right at home.

You may or may not have stolen his dog tags from the Smithsonian museum just as a reminder that even after all the pain, despair, manipulation, and torture he still managed to be the good person he was all those years ago. He was still James Barnes, local heartthrob that volunteered at the soup kitchen during his free time, that fought a war and lost an arm during the process, that dreamt of flying cars and a future without all fights and wars, that had a soft spot for a certain trouble-attracting boy whose heart was too big for his body.

“Jesus doll, I didn’t know I was dating a thief.” “Oh James, I thought you’d already realized that when I stole your heart from right under your nose.”

Bucky’s not big on talking or directly verbally professing his love, but that’s okay; His eyes tell you everything. There was always something about Bucky’s eyes that were so mesmerizing, so captivating, you could instantly tell how he was feeling. Before you, his eyes resembled a pale arctic blue that were as cold as glaciers-His eyes were hollowed and empty, scratched raw from any emotion but your growing presence thawed them out, they warmed through the cold exterior of what was once The Winter Soldier and reminded you that the hottest fires burn blue.

He does, however, reference quite a few interesting slang choices from the 40′s, which is his own little way of demonstrating verbal affection, ranging from calling you ‘Doll’ & ‘Sweetheart’ to calling you ‘The Cat’s Meow’ & ‘Butter and Egg Fly’

He’s never been very invested in hygiene. It never really was something important for him since he was in the Army and BO was a pretty normal thing, and then he became The Winter Soldier and HYDRA never exactly gave him a bathtub-Not that he was in the right mindset to to care about it anyway-So you usually have to remind him to shower everyday-Not that you mind, it would usually end with the both of you showering together and you having the opportunity to wash his hair yourself.

Soon enough, Bucky gets real invested in hygiene, he starts reading about self-care routines, exfoliating, conditioning, and gets completely hooked. Secretly, he does it because he likes the routine, something mundane and fixed to do to keep him busy.

You’re the only one that gets to call him James. Something about the way you say it warms his heart, he’d focus completely on the way your mouth moves as you say it-It reminded him of the way his mother would say his full name before busting his chops about coming home all dirty but then later ruffling his thick hair and offering a plate of strawberry jam sandwhiches, or how the word was always lurking in the dark corners of his mind like the silhouette of a ghost he couldn’t seem to recognize until you brought it to life.

Him always reaching out for your hand when he feels out-of-place, outside, or honestly just all the time because it helps him feel secure and grounded.

Steve third wheeling the both of you all the time. No seriously, literally all the time. He spends more time in the apartment you and Bucky share more than his own to the point where you and Bucky wonder if he actually has one. 

Steve has a key to your place-Even though, the both of you never gave him a key in the first place-and has a habit of interrupting the both of you or walking in on the worst possible moments.

“Hey guys, what are ya doi-Oh...Sorry I didn't know-Buck, you don't need to throw-Jesus, okay, okay I’m going.”

“Who the hell does it look like I’m doing, Steve.”

Bucky being very insecure about his arm, he even refuses to touch you with that arm-Subconsciously, he’s afraid he’ll accidentally hurt you. At first, he only ever wears long-sleeved shirts and a glove even on the hottest days as if he’d somehow forget that there was a metallic limb under all the cotton, but slowly like molasses he starts accepting it. He starts wearing open finger gloves, then discarding the gloves, then wearing 3-quarter sleeves, then short-sleeved shirts, then sleeveless shirts, then finally feeling comfortable enough to take off his shirt in front of you which leads to a night filled with discarded clothing, the sounds of soft murmurs and reassurances, the rolling of each other’s names off each other tongues like a prayer, and the rustling of the blanket against the delicate movement of your intertwined bodies skin-on-skin, skin-on-metal as the both of you unravel thread by thread in each other’s arms.

Truth is, you love his metal arm, you love the way it’s cool against your warm cheek on hot summer nights, you love the splashes of light that kiss it every morning making it sparkle, you love the soft and soothing whirring noises it lets out breaking the silence in your room, you love it because it’s a part of him and God knows how much you love everything about this man.

Despite being the assassin that killed JFK, managed to get away with it, and mind boggle conspiracists for decades he’s a bit clumsy. He has a habit of accidentally breaking things and later on, not telling you about it.

"James Buchanan Barnes, I thought I developed super strength-and even asked Stark to do some tests on me, but apparently you just happened to forget to mention and explain why the fuck doors are falling off their hinges!"

Losing sleep with Bucky. He tends to have very frequent and graphic nightmares which leads to various panic attacks and the inability to sleep, and you're more than happy to stay up with him and comfort him. Sometimes you’d talk while he listened and watched the way your lips moved or the way the pony tail you had gone to bed with loosened and hundreds of strands escaped the grasp of the hair band or the way a yawn would escape your lips and your hand would momentarily rise to cover your mouth but get lazy halfway, other times you’d lay in each other’s arms in complete silence while you traced patterns on his chest and trail kisses across his skin.

You being his anchor. You holding him tightly and assuring him that he’s okay, that you're here, that you're real, that he’s out, that he’s safe, and many other tender 3-worded sentences uttered over and over again like a mantra until he’s murmuring them back into your chest. 

Sometimes, when he has really bad nightmares and panic attacks you grab his notebook and start reading the memories out loud while you lay his head on your lap and run your hand through his hair in a calming manner until he calms down. It soon becomes a regular thing where you read him a memory before he goes to bed like a bedtime story.

Bucky Barnes is a man who was tortured and tormented for years, a man whose life was ripped right from his very arms along with his very own arm, a man who has gone through a long and unforgettable journey where he has learned to cope, grow, accept, and embrace himself and now he’s made it his mission to encourage and help others to do the same, whether they're struggling with their sexuality, amputation, mental illness, gender, or general self-acceptance.

You educated him about women’s rights because things are a lot different then in the 1940s; women are no longer obligated to get married, cater to a man’s every whim, have children, and other traditional gender roles. At first, Bucky’s very confused and doesn't understand why feminism is so important-I mean, lets face it, Bucky was raised in a traditional society and was later on manipulated to being a bloodthirsty assassin and now suddenly, he can think on his own and his life has turned completely upside down from thinking his own thoughts without HYDRA around to thinking past social constructs and norms so its normal for him to be a bit weary. However, you're there to explain thoroughly about how unjust society still is and how women may have won a few battles but still have a war to fight in a society where they are hyper-sexualized, mistreated, and controlled, and Bucky immediately thinks of Peggy Carter and how the men used to catcall her, how they raked her body with inappropriate stares, how she was ignored and seen as a pretty face, and then he finally understands. 

Dozens of articles about mysterious beatings of assaulters around New York.

His metal arm is decorated with dozens of pins, magnets, and stickers of all the movements he supports. Oh man, you should see him during Women’s marches and Pride fairs, considering all the black he usually wears seeing him dressed in bright colors or a pink shirt that says ‘On Wednesdays, we destroy the patriarchy’. It’s a sight that truly belongs in the history books.

Bucky breaking hold of the toxic masculinity he was subjected to in the 1940s and advocating for men to be able to display their God-given emotions freely, to not feel obligated to put on a tough guy front, to telling boys its okay to cry, to feel, to act, to wear, and to be whomever they please to be. 

Bucky visiting youth centers and giving advice and support to the kids there. Every kid he meets reminds him of Steve, whether its in their stubbornness, taste for trouble, lostness, or the glimmer of potential he sees in every single one of them. He remembers every single name of the teenager he meets and later on, uses them as a mantra whenever he’s undergoing a panic or anxiety attack as well as use SHIELD’s equipment to check up on them every once in a while.

Bucky going to children’s hospitals every week to cheer up the little kids there. He ends up being quite the inspiration and their ‘Favorite Superhero’ for the kids with amputations there and they end up being one of the very few people who are allowed to touch his metal arm. Something about the way their eyes shine with hope and their hands melt at the feeling of the metal warms his heart and his insecurities.

[aj-allen97]

Thoughts and Theories over Marvels What If anthology series:

Warning this is a long post:

Potential Spoilers Below:

My first theory is Thor, because in these multiple clips that we call a trailer we see what looks like a scene from the Thor movie, Fury commenting “that dosnt look ominous at all” and Loki invading the UN.

Now my theory for this episode is Hawkeye took the shot and killed Thor (there is a brief scene of a arrow sticking out of something).

Now Loki is now the undisputed king of Asgard and as King his first right to power would be to avenge his brothers death. After all most of Asgard would see Midgard killing their beloved prince as a hostile act and using Thors death/murder would be a ideal way to go about conquering Midgard without to much opposition from the people.

So yeah SHIELD kills Thor - Loki Invades as “Retaliation”/a Opportunity to expand Asgard’s power - most likely Odin will be killed via Assassination or from learning about Thors death from his banishment. Most likely Jotheium will also be invaded/destroyed as well.

Next The Captain Britain Arc:

My main question about this is how did Scrawny Steve end up in Europe piloting our WWII Iron Man suit?

My theory is when the fake grenade was launch at the recruits Peggy reached it first thus got to be the first one up for the Super Solider Serum (My guess is if Erksine hadn’t died then Steve would have gotten the second dose). But Howard Stark being buddies with Erksine or Carter decided to keep Steve around as a assistant- Steve is intelligent (Maybe not Genius but still intelligent enough to keep up), Stark makes our WWII Iron Man suit finds out it’s a tight fit and/or the military didn’t want their tech genius piloting it in case something goes wrong so they stick Steve in there.

It was probably Steve that inspired Peggy to go rescue Bucky and co - because Peggy has no connections to these guys. Also this is Peggy so there is no way she’s gonna be crashing any ship in the attic without giving out her coordinations- so I think she will survive. But I also believe that it won’t be Bucky that “dies” - her and Bucky don’t have that emotional connection- so it would be more logical if Steve “dies”.

Next T’Challa is Star Lord arc now I got three potential theroies on this one:

1) Yondu picked up the wrong kid but decided it was to much hassle to take him back - plus T’Challa is having fun exploring the galaxy and hanging out with Yondu and Co so win win.

2) Peter Quill some how died and they needed a replacement kid to play Egos son on the off chance Ego ever did catch up with him or whatever. A Kid is a Kid in Egos eye.

3) T’Challa is Egos biological child - maybe he is a commoner in this version, or maybe our Queen had another mans baby for some reason.

Now from the clip it does look like T’Challa is heading to the Collectors museum- but I also think it’s gonna play out different because Peter and T’Challa has vastly different personalities from one another. How differently is anyone’s guess, but if I had to guess i would say we are probably gonna get lone T’Challa or a new group of defenders.

Next Zombie Captain America:

Right off the bat we have Vibradium armed Bucky (also Captain Marvel (if the captain Marvel scene is from the same episode) still has her long hair so definitely before Endgame) so this has to take place after Captain America Civil War/Infinity War - unless the time line is completely messed up which is possible. So theories:

1) Steve Rogers wasn’t discovered until much much later in the MCU time line - and during those years he’s been frozen Bucky has been freed and given sanctuary by the Wakandans. When he finds out his best friend has been discovered as a Zombie he goes to put Steve down.

2) When Thanos snapped his fingers to dissolve half the population something went wrong...something as in some people were mutated into zombies. Maybe instead of being dusted - half or some of the population was turned into Zombies with the intent of the Zombies being in charge of population control.

3) That is a smart Zombie that knows how to use tools around him to help him in his goals. He may be a decayed being hungry for flesh but he still has enough of his wits about him to use his shield as a weapon (even has enough strength to throw it correctly) - so Steve Rogers was used as as science experiment and turned into a Zombie - or maybe the Super Solider Serum had some side effects that finally kicked in and turned into a Zombie.

Then we have the Doctor Strange sequence and I have heard a lot of people speculate that Christine Palmer was the one that died in that Car Wreck. Which does make sense, it has been alluded to that Christine and Doctor Strange did date - so it is extremely likely that she went as his date but his reckless driving killed her - further back up by the brief image of a women in what appears to be a black cock tail dress sitting by Doctor Strange feet.

So Christine Palmers dies - Stephen Strange is wrecked with guilt and wants to bring her back. Goes to Kamar Taj to learn magic hoping to find a spell to bring her back - maybe steals the time stone to do so but ends up unleashing a bigger evil. There is just a lot to unpack from his scenes. Maybe he goes evil on us.

Thoughts? Opinions?

[sunmoonandeddie]

feelings are fatal (16/24)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 3,336

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing, violence, heavy kissing

masterlist

a/n: Here we go, y’all.  Sorry it’s taken me so long.  Also... surprise!

“What are we going to do?”  You clung to Bucky’s side as a girl might cling to her boyfriend after a long day at the amusement park, resting your head against his shoulder.

He shook his head, feigning as though he was looking for the car.

In reality, he was looking for an exit that wasn’t swarmed with HYDRA agents.  You two couldn’t go back since there were even more looking for you in there.

Even with your costume change, you didn’t look that different from before.

It also didn’t help that your mind was still reeling from the kiss.  Sure, you had said that it was because PDA makes people uncomfortable and sure, you probably wouldn’t have kissed him otherwise because Lord knows how the last time you kissed him went, but–

You shook your head to clear your mind of the memory.  You could replay the kiss later, right now you needed to get out of here safely.

And the sooner that you two got out of there, the sooner that Morgan and Pepper and the others would be safe.

God, it was all your fault.  You should’ve known that it wasn’t a good time for you to be going out with them.  Not with everything that had been happening.  With the way HYDRA had apparently been targeting you, you shouldn’t have been with them.

“Hey.  Stop that.”

You looked up at Bucky to find his icy blue eyes already on you.  “What?”

He wrapped his arm around you as he went back to looking for an exit.  “You’re in your head.”

Fuck.  Sometimes you forgot how well he could read you.

“There’s no way Pepper or the others blame you,” he said, his hand rubbing your arm soothingly over his jacket that you were currently wearing.  “It’s not your fault, malen’kaya, so stop blaming yourself.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging his hip with yours as you wove through the cars.  “How’d you know?”

“Because your brain is remarkably good at convincing you that everything that goes wrong is somehow caused by something you did and it makes you feel like a failure.”

Well.  Shit.

You huffed as he let out a laugh, squeezing you tight.  “But I’ll always be here to tell you otherwise.”

You rolled over for the eighth time in twenty minutes, sighing as you tried to find a comfortable position.  The digital clock on the nightstand read 3:18 AM and you didn’t think you were going to be able to fall asleep anytime soon.

Natasha slept soundly beside you, her gear thrown over the chair on the other side of the bed, along with yours.

It had been a rough few weeks sleeping on the quinjet, and you’d all finally stopped at a sleazy motel if only so all of you could rest for more than three hours at a time.

And yet, you hadn’t gotten a wink.

Your hand covered your mouth as you stifled a giggle, seeing the sight in the other bed in the room.

Sam, Steve, and Bucky were all crowded into one full sized bed.

The argument that had first happened over sleeping arrangements when you got the room had been exhausting.  Steve hadn’t wanted to splurge on two rooms and didn’t want the lot of you to be separated.  Wanda and Vision were already in a motel a few miles away, getting some much needed alone time.

There had been several different sleeping combinations that you all talked about and subsequently fought about.  There was Steve, Sam, and you, or Steve, Bucky, and you, but Steve didn’t want you sleeping with another man in the bed, even though you’d pointed out how ridiculous it was.  Then there was the possibility of Steve, Natasha, and you, but Natasha had quickly pointed out that she didn’t want the blond super soldier trying to make out with you (something he was prone to do when you managed to get a motel room) while she was in the same bed.

And so, Natasha and you, the two smallest members of your current team, claimed one bed to yourself while the three men (two of which were the size of river barges) took the other.

They looked like sardines in a can.  Steve was in the middle, sleeping on his side since the two others were prone to arguing.  Sam was on the side closest to your bed, his mouth hanging open and showing off the cute gap between his teeth.  Bucky was on the side nearest the window, his metal arm hanging off the side of the bed and his dark brown hair covering his face.  The comforters that they’d been sharing were half hanging off the bed.

You’d had to go down to the front desk to ask for those extra blankets since you were the least recognizable Avenger.

You’d also been the one to get the room while the others snuck in through a back hallway.  They wouldn’t be too happy to know that there were actually five people in the tiny two bed instead of just two like you told her.

Carefully, you slipped out of the bed, glancing back to make sure that you didn’t wake Natasha.  But she didn’t so much as stir, too deep in sleep to notice the lack of your warmth.

The cheap carpet was rough under your feet as you tiptoed to the glass doors that led out to the balcony.  You had to take extra care with the curtain that had been shut tight.  The glass door opened with a soft clink, opening surprisingly smoothly.

The cool night air was a welcome reprieve as you leaned against the railing, looking down at the small pool that was lit up a fluorescent blue.  There was a small diving board and slide that looked like they’d been built in the seventies.

You closed your eyes as you relished in the feeling of the window tangling through your hair.  You were close to the ocean, you knew that much.  Maybe Florida?  The seashell comforters and shower curtain definitely pointed to yes.

“You’ll catch your death out here.”

You jumped, turning to see Bucky standing in the doorway.  He was illuminated only by the light from the pool and the moon above.  The metal of his arm was hidden by his henley, his hand glinting in the light before he shoved it in the pocket of his sweatpants.

“I don’t know how you can wear that,” you said absentmindedly.  “Since, you know, you and Steve run hot.  And there’s three of you in a bed.”

He shrugged, coming to stand next to you.  He made sure to stand on your left, so his right arm was the one closest to you.

He probably didn’t think you would notice.

“I don’t like the cold,” he said, his voice a mere whisper in the night wind.

“Maybe you should retire here,” you said with a faint smile.  “Warm sand, sunny beaches.”

“It rains all the time.”  He leaned against the railing, his metal fingers clinging softly against the metal.  “And New York is home.”

Swallowing, you looked down at the rippling water in the pool.  “I’m sorry you got dragged into all of this.  I know you just want to go home.”

“Not your fault.”  He bit his lip as he followed your gaze.  Before all the HYDRA stuff, he’d have jumped in and pulled you with him.

But he wasn’t that man anymore.

Being so close to Bucky sent your heart pounding, and you were desperately hoping that he couldn’t hear it.

Or if he could, that he wouldn’t think you were afraid of him.

“What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get back to New York?” You asked, rocking back and forth on your heels.  “Like, when all of this is over?”

“Nap,” he said.

It took you a moment to realize he was making a joke, and you snorted, covering up your mouth.

He seemed delighted in your giggles, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners.  “I want a real New York hot dog.  From a street vendor.  And covered in relish, ketchup, and mustard.  And then I’m gonna take myself to the cinema and spend an entire day watching movies.”

“Mind if I join you?” You asked with a weak grin.  “I haven’t been to the movies in…  Well, in forever.”

“Doesn’t Steve ever take you?”

“He was always too busy.”

Which was true.  There was always some mission to go on, some meeting to attend, some paperwork to finish.

“I kept promising to wait to watch movies with him, and then he was never able to go,” you said, frowning as you realized just how often you made plans with your boyfriend, only for him to cancel for work.

“That’s… awful,” Bucky said.  His voice was so low and gravelly, almost like a purr.  He was looking at you as though he was about to say something more, but he just turned his face back to the pool.

You rubbed one ankle against the other, trying to hide how sad it actually made you.  “I knew what I was getting into when I started dating him.  Captain America comes first.  Always has.”

“I…”  Bucky broke off, shaking his head.  His jaw clenched in frustration.  “That’s ridiculous.”

“It is what it is.”

“We’re running out of time,” you said, half to yourself and half to Bucky.

The HYDRA agents were starting to close in, searching the rows of cars.

“Bucky,” you said softly, your heart racing.

“I know.  I’m thinking,” he snapped, clearly stressing out.

It wasn’t like either of you to panic over an ambush, but you’d never had to worry about Morgan or the other kids before.

“We could try the kiss thing again,” he said.

You tripped, catching yourself on his arm.  “You want…”

The HYDRA agents were drawing closer and closer.

“Just go with it,” he said as he tried the door of the SUV parked to your left.

Thank God, it was unlocked.

He pulled you inside, the leather seats squeaking under you two.  Through the front windshield, you got a glimpse of two agents coming up to the car.

Right as they got closer, Bucky pulled you to him, his lips meeting yours.  This kiss was much different than the one inside the park.

It was… passionate.  Raw.

His hands held your face so gently, though.  You wavered, the strength of the kiss starting to knock you backwards.  He wrapped one arm around your waist, dipping under the jacket and holding you tight to his chest.  You could feel every ridge of his steel arm through the thin fabric of your shirt.

He carefully maneuvered the two of you so he was sitting down and you were straddling his lap.

A fire spread under your skin from where he was touching you, lighting up your nerves.

Without thinking, you rolled your hips down against his, eliciting a deep groan from the super soldier.  His metal arm tightened around you, squeezing you to him.  His lips trailed from yours, attacking your neck and nipping at your ear.  There was something suspiciously hard pressing into your leg, but you couldn’t stop to… properly investigate.

You were vaguely aware of the two HYDRA agents peering into the windows, their chatter barely audible over the feelings in your head.

“Just a couple sneaking in a quickie,” one of them said, seemingly a little embarrassed by the fact that he had looked in on the two of you.

A whimper escaped your lips as Bucky squeezed your hip, leaning his forehead against yours.  He seemed to be just as breathless as you, his chest heaving.

“We should…  We should wait a little longer before we leave,” you said, your hands resting on his chest.

He nodded, his nose brushing against yours.  The bill of his hat knocked softly against your forehead.  “Yeah…  Yeah.”

The two of you sat there, neither of you daring to move.  The air was hot and thick with tension.

A giggle fell from your lips and you hid your mouth, your eyes crinkling as you looked down at Bucky.

“What is it?” He asked, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“Natasha would be so proud of our spy skills right now,” you said, breaking out into laughter.

He quickly followed after, his body shaking from the strength of it.  His chest vibrated as you leaned your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.  “She would.”

And the strangest thing, was that Steve hadn’t crossed your mind once.

“I think this is the most quiet we’ve gotten in months,” you said, breaking the soft quiet of the car.  The atmosphere had shifted, going from being fiery hot to soft and sweet, tender.

“That’s because Sam isn’t here,” Bucky said, running his fingers through your hair carefully.

“Shush, he’s your best friend.”

“So are you.”

Biting your lip, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck.  “You’re my best friend, too…  Though Morgan might be a little more best than you.”

He smirked, holding you tightly.  “As long as it’s Morgan, I’m okay with that.”

Speaking of the kid, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, groaning as you saw a slew of text messages.

From: Pepper

Let me know when you two are safe.

From: Pepper

Hello?

From: Pepper

Are you two okay?

From: Pepper

What’s going on?

From: Pepper

I will call the police and report you two as missing if you don’t answer your goddamn phone.

Bucky chuckled as he read the texts, shaking his head.  “She’s in full mom mode.”

“Yeah, but you’re a hundred year old man.  If anyone has a mom mode, it should be you,” you teased.

“You’re a minx,” he said as he helped you gently off of him, setting you on the seat beside him.

You straightened out your hair and your clothes, suddenly remembering that you had just been grinding on him a few minutes before.  “We should go,” you said as you peered out of the windows, not spotting any HYDRA agents.

“Yeah,” he said, coughing and readjusting the hat on his head.

Biting your lip, you took a moment to just look at him.

You’d found yourself doing that a lot lately.  Just looking at him.

He was pretty.  Of course, you knew that already.  You’d known that since you first met him.

Even when he was all dirty and greasy and more often than not, blood-splattered, he was gorgeous.  He was sexy and dangerous and it made you want to be rebellious.

But now, there was something softer to him.  There was a kindness in his eyes that hadn’t been there when you were a teenager.

There was a love in your heart that wasn’t there when you were a teenager.

The love that you had for him all those years ago had been a puppy love.  Young and fresh.  You were clinging onto the one person that protected you, had guided you.

But this…  The love that was burning in your heart for the man sitting next to you was something completely different.

It was fiery and passionate and all consuming and holy shit, you were so in love with him.

You could try to tell yourself that it was just like, that you were just in like with him, but you would be lying.

But with that fire, there was a comfort.  You knew that he was the person you could turn to about everything.  He was the one that you wanted to tell everything to, every dirty little secret, every bit of joy that you found in the new world that had been created after the Blip.

He was your joy.

Your eyes burned as you felt tears rim your eyes, and you quickly turned away as you dried your eyes.

“Ready?”

You turned back to him, your eyes still stinging just a little.  “Yeah.”

But you watched, almost in slow motion, as he lunged for the door behind you.  “WATCH OUT!”

The doors on either side of you swung open, revealing HYDRA agents that had been hiding out of your sight.

“RUN,” Bucky shouted at you as he punched at the man behind you.

But it was all a blur, and you were in such a small space.

How could this have happened?

You were almost on auto pilot as Bucky managed to get out of the van with you, his hand in yours as the two of you bolted.

How could you have been so reckless?

Your feet pounded against the pavement as he pulled you forward.  The two of you were dodging bullets as the agents raced after you.

“Malen’kaya, you have to run left, okay?” Bucky said as you ran.

Suddenly you were grateful for being forced into five in the morning runs for several years.

“Do you hear me?!”

“Yes!” You shouted back, though you were confused as to what was going to happen.

“Remember that day you kissed me?”  He squeezed your hand, though he didn’t risk glancing back at you.  Bullets were ricocheting off of the cars.  “Head for that spot.  I’ll meet you there as soon as possible.”

“Don’t leave me,” you said, shaking your head as you clung to him.  There was a panic rising in your chest like a tidal wave.

“I have to.  But I’ll come back, I swear.  I’ll find you.”  He did glance back at you then, making you realize that there were tears in his eyes.  “I promise.  It’ll all be okay.”  He swallowed, dodging a Ford Focus.  “Ready?”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded.

“On three.”

You could do this.

“One.”

You were trained for this.

“Two.”

Besides, Bucky said it would be okay.

“One.”

He would find you.  He promised.

The two of you bolted in opposite directions, much to the confusion of the agents.

As you kept running, you were glad to note that there were no civilians in sight.  Someone must’ve sounded an alarm and gotten them to stay out of the way.

Your nails dug into the palms of your hands as you ran, pushing even harder as you saw the sign for the New York City Aquarium up ahead.

A glance behind you told you that there were only three agents on your tail.  The rest’ve them must’ve gone after Bucky.

You stopped in your tracks, skidding a little, before turning around to face the three agents.  They were so shocked by your ballsy move that they barely had time to register what they were doing.

You left them incapacitated on the black top, feeling much more at ease as you approached the Aquarium.

It was completely empty.

Your heart was pounding against your rib cage as you finally made it to the shark tunnel, relaxing as you saw the great beasts swimming above you.

“Hello again,” you greeted softly, pressing your hand to the glass.  A tired smile worked its way onto your lips as you leaned against the railing, watching the sharks, while you waited for Bucky.

Maybe…  Maybe when he got here, you could tell him how you felt.

After all, that kiss…  Well, you couldn’t kiss someone like that if you didn’t mean it, right?  You doubted that even Natasha could fake that sort of feeling.

You perked up as you heard footsteps coming towards the shark tunnel.  “Bucky?” You called out, heart fluttering as you headed for the entrance.

But you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the agents that were standing there, a black HYDRA symbol emblazoned on their jackets.

The blood was rushing in your ears as you turned to bolt for the exit, only to find several more HYDRA agents blocking your only way out.

You were trapped.

“Sorry,” the one leading the group said as he raised his gun, stepping forward.  “I’m not your Bucky.”  He pulled the trigger.

And then everything went black.

[can-youimagine]

Supersuit (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Even though Steve is forced to take a break from the superhero life, he can’t seem to shake his need to do good

TW: 

Word Count: 1002

A/N: My write-a-thon is underway!

Masterlist

There was very little glamor in the superhero life. After the fallout of the Sokovia Accords, you and Steve went into hiding. You bought a nice little house in the suburbs and with a pair of glasses, Steve got a job at an insurance company, allowing him to continue to help people, even if he couldn’t save them from injury. 

You, on the other hand, stayed on the sidelines. Just before the incident, you learned that you were pregnant. In a way, this new life was a blessing in disguise. This gave the two of you a chance to live the all-American, white-picket-fence life that Steve had always dreamed of.

While he put aside his powers, you were able to use yours. Elasticity came in handy when taking care of a small child. 

Even though you were dealing well with the new life, you could tell it was tearing Steve apart. He and Bucky would go out every week, and even they thought you didn’t know, to stop petty crimes. Bucky, like you, absolutely loved living a relatively normal life. He just wanted Steve to feel the same.

“You’re late,” you mutter, as Steve walks in, covered in rubble.

“I’ll put Jack to bed tomorrow night,” he says, walking past you, but you are too quick. Pulling a piece of rubble off of his shirt, you ask him what happened, to which he responds with the incredibly alarming answer of “the building was coming down anyway.”

“You tore down a building! Steve, are you insane? What would have happened if you got caught, you are still a-” a cry from Jack’s room cuts you off. “We’ll talk about this in the morning,” you finish before heading into Jack’s room.

Steve didn’t live up to his promise. In fact, he wasn’t home to put Jack to bed any night. As much as it hurt you, you noticed how excited he was to leave for work. Maybe, whatever new shift he picked up was worth it. One night, while you’re cleaning his office, you notice that his old suit has been patched up. Concerned, you take a closer look. The new stitching is of a different material than the old suit. You can’t tell what the material is, but you know who made it.

Before you have time to process what you’re doing, you’re on the phone with your former boss. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Hello, (Y/N), how are you?” Hearing the smirk on his face angers you even more.

“Shut up, Stark. What are you doing with my husband?”

“Funny, I’ve never been on the receiving end of that question. Look, (Y/N), I don’t know what’s going on with Steve. He said he wanted a new suit, and I wanted to try some new tech out. I made a suit for you and the baby - that you didn’t name after me - if you want to come by to check them out.”

“I -  no! I don’t care about my suit, which I don’t need-”

“Alright,” he interrupts, “You wore me down. I’ll send a car and a babysitter for you. See you soon.”

You should have known that arguing with Tony Stark was useless.

The compound looks exactly the same as when you left. As soon as you step in, you wonder why you left in the first place. As soon as Tony walks over to you with a glass of scotch, you remember. You push the glass out of the way, asking, “Where is my husband?”

“You came to see the suit,” he reminds you. “Have a seat. I’m quite proud of it.”

You roll your eyes but give in. He begins to explain how far the suit can stretch and that it’s fireproof, making you roll your eyes. As he begins to explain what Jack’s suit does, you can’t help but laugh. “He doesn’t have any powers. He doesn’t need a suit.”

Tony scoffs, taking a drink. “He still needs to look good.”

“Do you know where Steve is or not?” 

He hands you a tablet. A map appears on it with a blinking dot that looks like it’s in the middle of the ocean. “You installed a tracker?”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not if you can take me to him.”

Tony wordlessly leads you to his jet and gives you your suit before setting the jet to Steve’s location.

“Take care of my baby,” you warn.

“Take care of mine,” he counters, closing the door.

Although you would have liked to have spent your honeymoon on an island like it, you don’t have time to take in the view. Instead, you are on a mission to sneak inside the base that seems to take up the center of the island.

Using your powers, you manage to sneak into the center of the base, closer and closer to the blinking dot. When you finally see Steve, he looks like hell. Like something straight out of a movie, the Super Soldier is completely drained of his strength. Your heart aches for him. 

Looking around the room, you can see what drew him here. The computer screen in the wall projects the project details. Somehow, the man believes that he, by just draining some of Steve’s blood, can reverse-engineer the serum to inject it in everyone, eradicating illness.

You stretch around the corner, covering the man’s mouth before you knock him out. Luckily, as he falls, he hits the button that releases Steve. As he collapses in on himself, any anger you harbored towards him melts away. You immediately rush over to him and help him up. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Let’s go home.”

He nods, letting you carry him for once. He seems to have gained more strength on the flight back to Tony. He is already waiting for you when you land. “Y’know, Rogers, if you ever need a job, I think I have one to offer,” he says to you. 

“I’ll think about it.”

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The Suit

Here we go with a new cute little thing!! It is the last one-shot for my celebration, for the next two days, I will be updating two series you have voted for. I do hope I have managed throughout these 5 fics to bring a little bit of fluff and softness into your week. In case I had not succeeded so far, maybe this one will do the trick ;)

I have 0 respect for Canon in many fandoms (okay, all fandoms, to some extent) but especially when it comes to the MCU. Everybody lives, everybody is happy, the Avengers live together and the sky is full of rainbows! So… cute things ahead for Steve Rogers :)

I hope you like this, tell me what you thought about it!

Gif not mine (enjoy the eyelashes… argh, why is he like this?)

Word Count : 3941

When people picture the interior of the Avengers headquarters, they imagine some kind of large hangar filled with training rooms. Advanced weaponry on display in some of these rooms too, target practice, and large spaces where the Avengers can train and learn new fighting moves. Some might also imagine the Avengers' personal quarters, a kitchen, a large living room where all can gather and eat some Chinese food, maybe a room where they all can watch a good movie together too, a large bedroom for each of them and offices too were they can work on the intel sent to them.

And to this entire description, although one would gather a vague image instead of a real glimpse at the inside of the most secret building in the world (or at least one of the most secret buildings, for sure, although we must all admit that many labs in Wakanda are even more wrapped in shadows), this person listing the inside of this fortress would be right. At one major detail… or well, three, actually.

This enlightened person would have forgotten the library, for one, large and composed of an eclectic collection of novels, thesis about nuclear physics and comic books, was right between the movie room as the Avengers called it, and the offices.

Also, there is a miniature hospital in the base of the Avengers. They call it the infirmary, but it contains everything needed to heal any kind of wound they could sustain on the battle-field, and some of the most recent pieces of equipment would make even Dr Strange blush out of envy.

But the most important set of rooms that one would have forgotten are the labs. Scattered throughout the buildings, and yet vital for the heroes. Who makes the suits? The weapons? Who collects the intel? Who improves their defensive accessories? Who analyses the clues the Avengers find throughout their missions?

Obviously, the busy team of researchers and engineers working at the base.

And while you could hear the characteristic detonations of Natasha, Bucky, Sam and Clint training at firing, you were yourself stuck with a very hard problem to solve.

On your desk, what was left of Captain America's suit laid splayed so you could examine the damages the explosion had caused. He was okay, thanks to luck, his super-soldier organism and a little bit of patching up. A week after he was back from his mission, he was apparently completely healed already.

His suit, however, was still just as damaged as it was at its return from the field.

You heaved a sigh, rubbing your tired eyes. If one had told you, back at University, that your PhD in chemistry would be put to use to help a bunch of super-heroes, you would have laughed at their faces. And yet…

You heard a knock on the door of your office, but you didn't need to look up to know it was Peter Parker. You had recognized the knock already.

"Hi, Dr. Y/L/N!" He beams at you as he steps into your office and closes the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes at the teenager.

"How many times do I have to tell you? You can call me Y/N. I’m not that old! Besides, everyone does."

"Captain Rogers doesn’t."

"Yeah, but that’s because he’s old fashioned on a few things."

Peter grinned.

"You know, Natasha has another theory, and it’s a very different one."

"And what could that theory be?"

"Better let her explain it to you," he eluded the question. "What’s that?" he added, nodding at the pile of burnt and torn fabric on your desk that really didn’t look much like a uniform anymore.

"It’s Captain Rogers’s suit. I’m supposed to make an improved one for him."

"Cool! Your suits are always comfortable and efficient. Do you have any ideas yet?"

"None whatsoever."

"I guess he won’t need a new suit before the party. I hope nothing calls for it, at least. So you have a couple of weeks."

"What party?"

"There’s a big party in a couple of weeks. Everyone working here will be invited, I guess Pepper simply hasn’t sent the invitations yet. You’re gonna come, right? That would be awesome!"

"Well… if we’re all invited, then I guess…"

"Nice!"

You exchanged a smile. Something told Peter, and not his Peter tingles, another sense, a sense that was growing sharper and sharper ever since he and MJ were together, that Steve Rogers would be happy to learn that you would attend the party…

"But I doubt that you were coming here to talk about suits and parties, now, were you?"

His smile was back on his face.

"I have a new idea for my web fluid. But I need your expertise. Can you help?"

You let out a chuckle as you stood up and walked towards the door with a pen and your notebook.

"Of course. Come on, tell me all about it."

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 After a few sleepless nights for you and your team, the new suit was finally ready. The tests showed a major improvement in terms of heat responses, you hoped it would protect Captain Rogers efficiently for his next mission.

The advantage of being the head of a scientific team in the Avengers HQ was that you could go to their part of the buildings and give them their new suits, weapons and other gadgets yourself. You had grown quite fond of most of the team along the years too, which made the trip out of your lab particularly enjoyable.

You wandered off from room to room, passing before the fighters training in various methods of combat. You also came across Tony and Peter watching Morgan’s favourite Disney movie with her, and you asked them about the Captain's whereabouts.

"I think he went to the gym with Sam and Bucky," Peter answered, his voice distorted by the handful of popcorn he had shoved in his mouth.

"Because obviously gym is useful to him," Tony added in his usual teasing and yet casual tone over the loud music of Be A Man. "I’ve always thought he was short in muscles."

Meanwhile, Morgan was shouting the lyrics and was now standing on the sofa, mimicking the fighting moves of Mulan.

"BE A MAN!"

"What are you looking for him for, anyway?" Tony went on over the loud singing of his daughter. "You need a coach for the gym?"

You laughed in response.

"No, we’ve finished a new suit for him, so I’m bringing it to him."

"YOU MUST BE SWIFT AS A COURSING RIVER!"

"You guys even do the delivery part for free? Amazon might have reasons to worry."

Peter had now joined the little girl for the rest of the chorus, and he and Morgan were both singing at the top of their lungs.

"WITH ALL THE FORCE OF A GREAT TYPHOON!!"

"Well as I said, he’s at the gym," Tony went on, still focusing on you instead of the two kids by his side. "Lifting heavy things and stuff. He’ll be happy to see you."

"What do you mean?" you asked back with a frown.

"WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A RAGING FIRE."

Tony merely chuckled and gave you a knowing look. Although you didn’t know what the knowing in the look was about, you oblivious little thing…

"He’s always happy to see you, Y/N."

"MYSTERIOUS AS THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOOOOOOON!!!"

Tony’s gaze finally drifted back towards the two kids on the sofa, a tender smile soothing his features.

"I think she has a chance to become a superstar," he told you, pointing at Morgan. "That’s pure talent we have here. It’s not the same for the other guy over there of course, but everyone can’t be gifted."

"Hey! I don’t sing that badly!" Peter protested from his end of the couch, making both you and Tony laugh.

You thanked Tony for his help, and he waved at you in response, along with giving you a wink that seemed to carry a silent message, but you failed to understand it. Instead, you continued your journey through the HQ (but not without Morgan giving you some popcorn in support for your noble quest first, of course), and walked to the gym with a light trot and humming the tune of Mulan’s songs.

Indeed, you found Steve right where Tony had told you he would be. At the gym. Sam and Bucky were there too, but the three friends seemed on their way out. Sam and Bucky were talking (or well, bickering was a better word to describe any of their interactions, really) near the door while Steve was picking up his stuff…

… and for some reason he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Or a T-shirt. Or any piece of fabric whatsoever that would cover his torso, the skin glistening slightly with a thin layer of sweat.

No matter how uncomfortable you felt, you couldn’t help but stare.

The three of them turned to you as the door loudly closed behind you, and you all remained motionless for a moment. And for a short moment, time seemed to stop as the four of you each reacted differently to the scene unfolding around you.

You were standing, frozen, in front of the door, your package still safely in your arms as your lips parted without you noticing, and you wondered about the ratio between his biceps and your thighs…

Bucky and Sam were motionless as well, simply because they were trying not to laugh as they watched the silent scene playing between you and Steve.

Steve was still, stopped mid-movement, holding his towel in one hand and a bag in the other. And his mind was currently wondering how it would feel to touch your cheek…

He was the first to shake himself out of his thoughts, and you were rather grateful for it, as you reckoned that you wouldn’t have been able to break free on your own.

“Dr. Y/L/N. What can we do for you?”

You forced your brain to work again and your stare to leave his torso to rest on his intense blue eyes instead. How could he have such long eyelashes?

"Actually, I… hmm… I’m the one who can do something for you. I’ve finished your suit," you added, handing him the suit although you were unable to cross the room to give him the package. You didn’t trust your legs enough, they felt like they were made of soft cotton instead of bones and muscles.

"Oh, thank you," he gave you a bright smile, throwing his towel on his large shoulder and striding to you.

You reckoned that it was rather rare to see a genuine, bright smile on his features. Little smiles, yes. But large ones? Not so much. You guessed that he was very happy to get a new suit. Or perhaps the source for such happiness blooming in him was the person who brought the suit… but you didn't know that, by then.

He took the suit wrapped in kraft paper, his smile still on his lips. You noticed how flushed he was, you guessed it was because of the gym session he had just finished. You couldn’t know that your assumption was only partly true. There was another reason for him to blush up to the tip of his ears. That reason was standing right before him.

"Are you coming tomorrow night? At the big party?" he softly asked.

"Yes, I am. All the lab was invited, and most of us are coming."

"Have you found your plus one yet?" Sam jumped in the conversation.

"Oh, no. I’m coming alone. I mean, it’s not like I need support, I’m going to see my friends there so… no need to pretend."

Sam gave Steve a pointy look. Which his friend ignored.

"Are you bringing someone?" you inquired in a friendly tone.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. He doesn’t though," he added, nodding towards Steve.

You turned to Steve again. He tightened his grip on the suit, and shrugged, a shy smile on his lips.

"As you said, no need to pretend tomorrow."

You stared at each other for a couple of seconds, that seemed to stretch into minutes. And the more you looked at him, the more you wanted to tell him how you felt, how you hoped to see him the next evening, how wonderful you thought he was and… Gosh, he had gorgeous eyes…

But you couldn't do that.

"Well, I’ll see you all tomorrow then. Have a nice day," you hurried the words out of your mouth so you could stride out of the room before your reason would yield in favour of your heart, and you would spoil everything.

The second the door had closed behind you, Sam was chuckling.

"You know, it ain't that hard to ask her out. You had the perfect opportunity. You just had to ask ‘Y/N, would you like to come with me to the party tomorrow’."

"Sam…" Steve heaved a heavy sigh.

"He’s too romantic for that. He’ll make a move tomorrow night. In the moonlight and all," Bucky mocked, making Steve roll his eyes.

"I hate both of you."

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  The large room was filled with a crowd. Low lights kept an intimate atmosphere throughout the floor. At the top of the Stark Tower, the view on New York City was stunning, an intricated labyrinth of shining lights matching the paler ones hung on the sky. You felt a little tipsy after drinking a couple of tequila shots with Natasha and Wanda. You reckoned that you needed some air, and stepped outside the busy room decorated with perfect taste. The music was still loud coming through the windowpanes as you walked on the large balcony. You hadn't seen Steve yet, but reckoned it was for the best. People had dressed up for the occasion, and you did not plan on dying of a heart attack because of the sight of him in a tuxedo.

The fresh air cleared your thoughts a little and you took a deep intake of breath. You leaned against the bannister, shivering a little as the breeze brushed your naked arms. You took in the view, the sparkling lights shimmering against the darkness of the night, the busy streets and wandering forms drifting back and forth into the maze spreading below your feet.

"Hey! Y/N! Bring your arse back inside, Thor and Nat are trying to see who holds their liquor best!" you heard one of your colleagues call for you, but you shook your head with a chuckle.

"We all know Nat will win."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

You spun on your heels as you recognized Steve's voice. He was standing there, a few steps away from you, his silhouette wrapped in the lights coming out of the busy room giving him a surreal halo, a hand in the pocket of his trousers and a shy smile on his perfectly shaven face. And yes, he was wearing a classic tuxedo. And God, did the man know how to wear a bowtie…

"After all, he is an alien," he went on.

Your colleague had disappeared, you guessed she had judged wiser to leave the two of you alone on the balcony.

How could there be only the two of you out there anyway? Where were people gone to?

"Yes, but she knows too many tricks to lose this kind of bet," you argue.

He let out a chuckle, his eyes flickering to the tip of his black shoes and back up to your gaze, capturing it for good.

"I guess you're right. It's always unwise to underestimate her."

"Exactly."

"Aren't you cold out here?"

"No, I… I needed a little bit of fresh air."

"These parties can be a little too intense," he nodded.

"So can be the tequila."

You both laughed, and fell in a comfortable silence. Steve was too busy staring at you to think of anything else, let alone about words to say.

He hadn't felt that way in what seemed to be an eternity. The nervous tremor through his body, the stumbling of his heart, the freezing of his thoughts… he knew the symptoms and had no doubt about the disease causing them.

Love was an easy thing to spot when it was true, after all.

But if his feelings for you were clear to him, he didn't know about your feelings for him, that was a completely different story. Everyone kept on telling him that you liked him, and he reckoned that he should trust his friends' judgment. The doubt was still there though, a little frozen cube buried in the depth of his heart that burnt through now and then. And it was burning now.

Because as he stared at you, such an accomplished, clever, independent, strong, fierce, graceful woman, he wondered if you could really feel the same way he did.

He had been feeling this way for you for so long though… years, really. And he reckoned now that it was more than time to speak his mind. In the worst case, he would get his heart broken. But in the best case…

"Are you enjoying your evening so far? Would you like something to drink?"

You gave him an amused smile. He seemed nervous…

… maybe your friends were right about him after all.

"I am enjoying my evening so far," you answered. "And no, thank you. I already feel tipsy enough for tonight."

He walked to join you against the bannister, a dreamy smile on both of your faces.

Inside, the music had changed from some energetic pop to a slower and intimate tune. It seemed that time had slowed around the two of you as well, as you stared at each other, your frames lightened by the light inside the tower but also by the stars above and the streets below. Steve's blue eyes reflected the distant lights in an almost impossible way that lit your heart on fire.

There were a thousand things that he wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you how he thought about you first thing in the morning and last as he closed his eyes to fall asleep. How you made him feel like he belonged in this world that wasn't his. You were amongst the few people who did not see the old soldier in him, but the man behind the shield. You had never made a snarky remark about his lack of knowledge to a reference, and he was grateful for it. You loved sharing the things you loved and that's what drove you when you showed him things he had missed during his time in the ice. It wasn't in a will to change him and make him fit better into a world he had been pushed into, it was in a desire to show him something you were passionate about, simply because you liked talking about it. It wasn't about changing him, it was about sharing. And the majority of people he had met since he had been awakened did not share that state of mind, but the opposite.

He longed to tell you how much he loved hearing you laugh, and thought you had the most adorable smile, and how he admired your smart mind, and how he respected you and your opinion about everyone else's…

There were a million words to be spoken and a thousand thoughts to articulate, but all that passed his lips when he finally mustered the strength to talk was a mere invitation, although it still sounded like a declaration.

"Would you like to dance, Y/N?"

Your heart skipped a beat or two as he called you by your first name, and dear God, did your name sounded wonderful rolling on his tongue. His hand rose as he offered you his open palm, fingers trembling slightly, blue eyes drenched in reflected lights still capturing your gaze and your entire life too. You were vaguely aware of people inside, and maybe some were staring at the two of you, but you couldn't find a way to care, nor even to check if your assumption was correct. Instead, you could not look away from Steve.

There were so many words you meant to speak and thoughts to express and confessions to free from the safety of your heart. How you adored how kind he was, and selfless. How you respected how driven he was and always right to his beliefs. And an infinity of other tiny things that had made you slowly and yet irrevocably fall in love with him.

Instead, you smiled up at him, and spoke only an answer, that still sounded like a promise.

"I would love to."

You thought he would bring you back inside, but he didn't. Instead, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer in a soft gesture. You slipped your hand in his and he gave your fingers a tender squeeze.

You started to sway with the gentle tune, but could barely acknowledge the movements of your feet. You were so close to him, he was so close to you… how could you survive this?

Calloused fingers held yours in a gentle hold, his other hand resting in the small of your back, drawing you closer and closer in an embrace that grew tighter every second and yet of which you knew you could free yourself of if you wanted. It felt safe. Warm. Peaceful. And safe, yes, so safe, so comfortable, you could lay your life in his hands blindly and wouldn't even worry about it. You couldn't remember when was the last time you felt like this, like this man before you could never make anything to hurt you, like not in a million years would he let anything bad happen to you. It felt like a lifetime ago that you trusted a man so thoroughly as you trusted Steve now.

There was warmth spreading from your body to his, reassuring, soothing. A calming glow oozing from your soul conquering his last lines of defence. He couldn't fight against you. He loved you too much for it. All he could do before you was to lay down his arms and offer you his heart on a plate. It was dangerous, and yet he was not afraid. He trusted you too blindly to worry about what you could do with his most precious offering. You would do with it what you pleased. He would accept it all no matter what. It could either bring him back to life or break him for good, but in any case, he would not regret giving you his heart. He knew so much, at least.

He leaned down, your bodies too close to be moved closer to each other by then, resting his jaw against your temple. He remained quiet and so did you, although your two pounding hearts spoke better than your tongues at this moment.

There were no words needing to be spoken, you both knew that this feeling coursing through your bodies now was the feeling of coming home.

Inside the busy crowd, Sam was finishing his third glass of bourbon, while Bucky drank the last drop of his third beer. They exchanged a glance, and Bucky extended his hand. Sam could only chuckle before reaching for his wallet and slipping a twenty dollar bill in Bucky's hand. He had lost his wager, but learnt an important lesson.

One should never underestimate the sense of romance of Captain America, especially if he is wearing that kind of suit.

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Non-Sequential [Ch. 2]

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers/Steve Rogers x Reader

One night, Steve Rogers met a beautiful dame named Y/N. He hadn’t intended on letting her get away. But fate had other ideas. Y/N appeared and disappeared in his life so hauntingly that Steve started to wonder if she was an angel meant to watch over him.

Word Count: 3,130

A/N: Inspired by the film The Time Traveler’s Wife. But not one of those fics that just literally rips off the whole movie and plugs in characters where they please.

Chapter 1

2015 - After the Battle of Sokovia 

It was a torrential downpour outside. Steve was questioning Tony’s design aesthetic of the new compound. It was all glass windows, floor to ceiling, covering almost every exterior wall. He could only assume what it was doing to his teammates that struggled with PTSD.

Steve was handling it better than them. But he knew he wasn’t getting any sleep tonight. So he went into the kitchen to make something to eat.

It felt like he was always hungry. He’d had the super-soldier serum running through his veins for years now, but it didn’t seem like he’d ever get used to this metabolism.

He wasn’t surprised to find Wanda, Vision, and Tony also in the kitchen. Steve smirked softly at the sight. They’d grown to become his family. It was a new feeling, not being alone. But the devil on his shoulder told him not to get used to it.

“I’m teaching Vision how to bake,” Wanda greeted him cheerfully.

Steve eyed Tony. “And he’s helping?”

“Absolutely not,” Tony shot back without lifting his gaze from the tablet. “I’m just here to reap the benefits.” That was code for, ‘I can’t sleep and I didn’t want to be alone.’

Steve just nodded and moved to the love seat that was just off the edge of the kitchen. He decided to do some reading instead of intruding on Wanda and Vision’s sweet moment.

Despite the aggressive thunder and lightning, a familial peace had settled amongst them.

But that all ended when an alarm started blaring throughout the compound. If any of their teammates had been able to sleep through the storm, they sure as hell were awake now.

“Security breach!” FRIDAY announced to the group.

Tony’s spine straightened. “Get me eyes on it, FRIDAY.” 

Then he was taping his screen and threw a three-dimensional hologram into the room so everyone could see.

Steve quickly moved from the couch to stand beside Tony.

“One female on the central lawn, sir.” The AI responded, confusion clear in her voice.

“Is she…without clothes?” Vision tried to ask with as much politeness as possible.

Steve’s heart dropped. “Zoom in, FRIDAY.” He ordered.

The intruder in question was very much naked, hugging her knees to her chest as she sat in the pouring rain.

But even through the storm and the grainy footage, Steve could recognize her.

“Y/N,” he gasped before sprinted out of the room, grabbing a blanket from the couch on his way out.

“Cap, what the hell are you doing? She could be enhanced for all we know!” Tony yelled after him. Steve ignored the sleepy and confused faces of Natasha and Sam as he sprinted past them in the hall.

“Steve, what’s going on?” Sam tried to ask.

Steve didn’t hesitate ripping the doors open that led to the lawn, running straight into the storm to get to her.

His sprinting slowed to a walk when he was only a few feet away from her.

She was visibly shaking, squeezing her knees as close to her body as possible. She must have heard someone approach because she gasped and looked up at him with fear in her eyes.

It was then that Steve noticed how young she looked. When she had visited him in the past, she was always older. Then he realized that she showed no sign of recognizing him. Instead, she looked scared of him.

Was this her first time ever meeting him?

Steve took a step toward her.

She panicked and tried to crawl backwards without completely exposing her naked body to him.

Steve took a quick step back and held up his hands.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he called out to her through the rain.

She said nothing, just continued to shiver and stare at him with fear.

Steve lowered to his knees, hoping that making himself smaller would be less intimidating to her. “You’re going to get sick if you stay out in this rain. Let’s get you inside, huh?”

But she shook her head.

“I know you’re scared,” Steve said. “I promise you’re safe here.”

Y/N still remained unconvinced.

Steve sighed. “Your name’s Y/F/N Y/L/N. This is probably one of the first times you’ve traveled. I know you have no reason to trust me. But I just…I want to help.”

Y/N’s eyes turned from fear to awe. Her expression softened as she stared into Steve’s blue eyes. Now he was just as soaked as she was. But he didn’t even seem to notice.

“I can’t – It hurts to move.” She finally admitted to him.

Steve almost didn’t hear her over the rain.

But then he remembered Y/N telling him how much the time travel hurt when it first started. Her bones and muscles ached the first year or two of it. Eventually, it got better.

Y/N dipped her head and hid behind her knees from the embarrassment of it all.

Steve slowly walked to her and threw the blanket over her shoulders and around her body, hiding her nudity.

“I gotcha,” he whispered as he scooped her up in his arms.

She didn’t fight him. She didn’t have the strength to.

When Steve turned around to walk them back inside, he saw his entire team watching them with confusion and shock.

He ground his teeth together and walked assuredly past them, ignoring their questioning looks.

He carried Y/N to his bedroom and rubbed her back trying to warm up her body since he could physically feel her shivering. He then brought her into his bathroom and sat her down on the toilet, shifting the blanket around her shoulders so it still covered her.

He moved to his shower, turning on the water and making sure it was nice and hot.

Steve kneeled in front of her. “Why don’t you take a shower? I’ll get you some clothes. Then we can talk.” Then he studied her gaze. “Or we don’t have to talk at all.”

She watched him for a moment before nodding.

Steve grabbed a pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie for her. He silently placed them on the counter in the bathroom and gave Y/N a final look before closing the bathroom door behind him.

When he returned to his bedroom, Tony barged in. “Can I ask… What the hell just happened?”

Steve glared at him and moved about his room, taking off his soaking wet t-shirt to change into a dry one.

“Do you know that girl?” Tony continued.

“She’s…She’s an old friend,” Steve answered vaguely.

“I want to talk to her,” Tony retorted.

Steve whipped around. “Absolutely not.”

“She got through my security system without triggering a single alarm. What the hell is that about, Steve?”

“She’s just a kid, Tony! She’s terrified!”

Tony blinked at the protective aggression.

Steve sighed and rubbed his face. “Look, I’ll explain everything in the morning. But right now…just leave it. OK, Tony?”

But Tony looked unconvinced. 

“She’s not a threat,” Steve said slow and even. 

Tony sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” Then he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Steve quickly changed out of the rest of his wet clothes.

A few minutes later, Y/N emerged from the bathroom.

Now that he was fully able to look at her without being drenched by a storm, he was able to see how truly young she looked.

“Y/N, how old are you right now?” He whispered.

She brushed some hair behind her ear. “20.”

When she traveled back in time to see him, she had always been at least 25.

“We’ve met before?” She asked him quietly.

Steve wanted to smack himself. “Yes. I’m sorry. I’m Steve – ”

“Steve Rogers,” she interrupted.

He was rendered speechless.

She smirked at that. “You don’t think I’d recognize Captain America? At least…once we were out of the storm.”

“Well, my manners should still be better.” Steve stepped forward carefully, offering his hand. “I’m Steve Rogers.”

Y/N seemed amused by the gesture, but shook his hand nonetheless. “Y/N.”

In that moment, Steve didn’t realize how much he had missed her. He feared something had happened to her when she had yet to visit him after he was unfrozen. When his mind finally wrapped around the idea that he had been brought to the future, the first thing he realized was that he could meet Y/N. But meet her in her present, where she wasn’t at risk of disappearing at any second.

“You just started traveling, haven’t you?” Steve asked her quietly.

Y/N’s face darkened at the question. “There’s-There’s something wrong with me.”

But Steve immediately shook his head. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. You have a gift.”

“This. This is not a gift. It’s a fucking curse,” Y/N seethed.

“I know it’s scary right now. But it will get better, Y/N. I promise.”

“Stop doing that,” she growled. “Stop acting like you know me.”

Steve’s jaw clenched. How had she handled him meeting her for first time so much better? What the hell was he supposed to say to her?

“At the beginning, you get stuck for longer. Days, sometimes a week. When you get older, you learn to control it – at least somewhat,” Steve tried to reassure her. “Tomorrow, I can introduce you to some of the team. There are people here who might be able to help you.”

She didn’t seem to have a rebuttal for that. It was obvious that Steve was just trying to help and comfort her.

“I don’t think you’re disappearing any time soon,” he told her gently. “You can sleep in the bed.”

“I can’t take your bed,” she mumbled.

“Sure you can,” he smiled. “I’ll sleep on the couch. Or…if you want to be alone, I can go sleep in Sam’s room.”

“You don’t-You don’t have to leave.” Then her body betrayed her and she hid a yawn behind her hand.

Steve tried to hide his smile from how adorable it was. He also disguised his relief well. It would physically pain him to leave her, to sleep in another room knowing that she was here. 

He pointed, “Bed’s all yours.” Then he walked over and grabbed one of the pillows to take with him to the couch. He got ready for bed. 

She glanced at it and wondered why it looked like the most comfortable bed she’d ever seen.

“Thank you,” Y/N muttered so quietly, anyone other than Steve would’ve missed it.

Steve spread out on the couch and listened to the sound of Y/N’s breathing, hoping she’d be able to fall asleep in such a foreign place with a stranger. When her breathing evened out and he knew she had finally gone to sleep, he allowed himself to pass out too.

—————

Y/N sat on an exam table in Bruce’s lab.

Steve stood next to her, probably unnecessarily close.

Bruce was looking into her medical records. Tony stared at them from over Bruce’s shoulder. He wasn’t really qualified to be there. But he was a nosey bastard. And the optimist in Steve hoped maybe Tony would invent something that would help Y/N.

“It says here you were admitted to the hospital when you were 18 years old because of hypothermia and frostbite… in August.” Bruce stated carefully.

Y/N nodded slowly. “That was the first time I traveled. I ended up in the Arctic. Honestly, I’m not sure. It was cold and windy. Nothing but ice and snow as far as I could see.”

Her hands were fidgeting in her lap. Steve glanced down and realized she was just trying to hide her shaking.  

“I didn’t know what happened. I thought I teleported. The time travel didn’t make sense until the next couple of times,” she added.

“These notes...” Bruce commented as read the medical records. “You almost died.”

Y/N shrugged. “I think the only reason my body sent me back was because of survival instinct. If I stayed there a minute longer, I would’ve died.”

Steve suddenly realized something.

Tony caught his expression change. “What is it Cap?”

Steve hung his head low. “You were there because…because of me,” he admitted with shame and self-hatred.

Bruce’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

But Steve wasn’t looking at him. He had turned his attention to Y/N, giving her a look of apology. “When you visited me in your future, you told me once that the places you travel to are emotional moments. Their big events in your life.”

“And you’re a big moment?” Tony asked.

Steve’s eyes just flickered to the floor instead of answering.

Y/N was still confused though.

“You were in the Arctic because I was still buried in the ice there,” Steve finally stated.

The room went quiet.

Y/N stared at Steve. It had finally hit her that Steve meant more to her than she realized – or would. They weren’t just friends in the future. They were something more.

The strange thing was that it appeared as though Steve was realizing this for the first time too.

Bruce and Tony sensed the tension between the two.

Then, to Steve’s surprise, Y/N slowly reached for his hand and held onto it tightly. His heart started racing at the touch. It was so innocent and she did it so shyly. But Steve couldn’t remember the last time someone touched him like that.

Bruce then cleared his throat awkwardly. “Steve, it appears you might know more about Y/N’s power than she does right now. What else can you tell me?”

Y/N looked scared for what he was about to say.

He subtly squeezed her hand.

“She can’t really control it - when she goes or where she goes. But her visits get shorter as she gets older. She said she can’t change anything. Everything she does is already part of time. She’s just an… observer.”

Bruce took notes and nodded his head. Everyone once in awhile, he would give Y/N a small but encouraging smile. It was obvious that it was tough to hear. There seemed to be no light at the end of the tunnel for her.

“What year are you from?” Bruce asked.

“I left 2012,” Y/N answered.

Bruce nodded. “Well, I’d like to run some tests while you’re still… here. If that’s OK.”

Y/N nodded but her eyes whipped to Steve’s. He squeezed her hand again. “I’m not going anywhere,” he told her softly.

———-

A couple hours later, Steve and Y/N were sitting on one of the balconies in the compound. He had gotten her a cup of coffee and she was wearing one of his coats. The sleeves were too long that they went past her hands.

To him, she looked adorable.

He could tell the tests were making her anxious. So he suggested they sit outside for some air.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” She asked him.

Steve quickly looked away, hoping he didn’t come off as creepy. “Like what?”

She watched him for a moment before saying, “I don’t know.”

“I just don’t want you to disappear,” he admitted softly.

“You’ve known me a long time,” Y/N began. “When you woke up in this time….Why didn’t you come find me?”

Steve sighed. “You were always careful about what you told me. You never said what would happen to me. I never imagined I’d ever get to meet you in your time period. I just thought you were my friend from the future.” He smiled sadly at the thought.

“When I woke up, realized what had happened to me…the first thing I thought of was you,” he confessed. “I wanted to come find you. But then I realized you would be – well, this age.” Then he shook his head sadly. “I figured there was a reason you never told me I’d be able to meet you in your time. So I thought you didn’t want me to.”

“You know, I could technically come find you…when I get back.”

“But you won’t. Because you didn’t and you can’t change time,” Steve explained.

Her face turned sad. “Will we ever meet in my present? Or is this all we get?”

“I hope so,” Steve admitted boldly.

“It’s nice to…to have someone who knows besides my family.”

“You’re not alone in this, Y/N. Bruce and Tony…they’ll try to figure out a way to help you. I promise.” “Why are they helping me? They don’t know me. They don’t owe me anything.”

Steve swallowed, trying to figure out if he should tell her the answer. Would it be too much? She was just a kid. But now Steve finally realized their true connection, the real reason Y/N kept visiting him in the past.

“Because,” he finally said, “you’re important to me. And they’re my family, so now…you’re important to them too.”

Y/N blinked at the meaning of his words.

Then she laughed lightly and shook her head. “Avengers seeing me as family…now that’s something.”

“They’re a pain in the ass most days,” Steve joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, Tony Stark seems like…a lot,” Y/N laughed.

He laughed along with her. “He means well. Just doesn’t always go about it the right way.”

Steve saw that Y/N had finished her coffee. “I’ll get you more coffee and then we can figure out what you want to do for dinner.” He got up without a confirmation from her.

But Y/N shot to her feet too. “Steve, wait.” She told him hurriedly.

The next think he knew, she was wrapping him in a hug. 

His body froze for a moment. Once again, he couldn’t remember the last time someone hugged him. He tried to recover as quickly as possible though and hugged her back. She pressed her face into the space between his shoulder and neck.

Steve relished in the innocent form of affection. He breathed in her scent, holding her as closely as he could. He felt protective when she was like this. She seemed so strong and independent when he had met her back in the 30s. Now she was fragile and scared. He wanted to do whatever he could to help her find her way to that version of herself.

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered into his shoulder.

Eventually, Steve had to pull away.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, trying to contain his emotions. “I’ll be right back.”

But when he returned with their two cups of coffee. Y/N was gone. Steve knew the moment would come at some point. But it still hurt to see his clothes in a pile where she had just been sitting.

Steve put the cups down and grabbed his clothes. They still smelled like her.

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The timing over everything canon wise is a little tricky since they never really clarify what year it is in the movies. So I hope any inaccuracies are overlooked. The time travel aspects have been trickier than I imagined. 

Also, let me know if this is all very confusing and I suck at writing it lol

Once again, I do not to taglists.  Here is the series’ masterlist: Non-Sequential 

Chapter 3