#c: young avengers

[thestarlightforge]

Edit: Tone Tag 😭 I am not yelling at y’all, I’m just exploding in my little gay disabled wandavision young avengers bubble. It’s all excitement/relief/love over here. 😊💙

JAC REPURPOSED WANDA’S CRAPPY RITUALISTIC AMNESIAC STORYLINE FOR GOOD

“JUST PRETEND I’M NOT HERE” JAC SCHAEFFER— 🫠

IT’S NOT TWO KIDS IN ONE BODY, THE HEX INDIRECTLY KILLED WILLIAM KAPLAN, BILLY MAXIMOFF IS REALLY BILLY WITH A REAL SOUL THAT HAD NO HOME—HE’S REALLY WANDA’S SON, TOMMY’S BROTHER

SOME OF HIS MEMORIES GOT MUDDLED AND HE LEARNED TO REPRESS SOME OF HIS MAGIC, BUT HE COULD BARELY EVEN GET OUT CALLING REBECCA “MOM” IN THE KAPLANS’ LIVING ROOM AND HE NEVER REMEMBERED WILLIAM KAPLAN’S LIFE—BECAUSE WANDA’S KIDS WERE REAL AND HERS, WHETHER 45 YEARS OF MISOGYNISTIC COMICS WRITERS LIKE IT OR NOT

“WHO ARE YOU?” “WILLIAM KAPLAN.” “SAY AGAIN?”

“I’M BILLY MAXIMOFF” AND

“I’M NOT THAT NICE” 😭

BILLY MAXIMOFF FELL IN LOVE WITH A BOY, HE DIDN’T JUST TAKE WILLIAM KAPLAN’S BOYFRIEND TO BLEND IN

JAC DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT TOMMY, NO ONE DID—THIS WHOLE THING IS FOR HIM AND HE’S EVERYWHERE

WILLIAM KAPLAN’S LAST WORDS WERE “MOM, LOOK OUT” AND

BILLY MAXIMOFF’S FIRST WORD OUTSIDE THE HEX

WAS “TOMMY” 😭

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Avengers: The Children's Crusade (2010)

Teddy Altman being Protective of his Idiot Boyfriend, A+ Perfection, No Notes

[maniacace]

THE MARVELS MAJOR SPOILERS!!!

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YOUNG AVENGERS AND CHAMPIONS COMING TO THE MCU THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

[marvelforged]

Headcanon | Born For It

ㅤㅤㅤFor all his early onset powers, Teddy never dreamed of being a superhero. He dreamed of friendships and easy days, of fitting in without having to hide who he was. Of being wanted…. belonging to something bigger than himself. ㅤㅤㅤHe didn’t realize how much of these things would overlap until much later, and by that point.. ah, well. Nothing wrong with superheroes, he supposes…

[evansbby]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark!Steve Rogers x naive!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: VERY DARK ELEMENTS, noncon, extremely rough smut, daddy kink, captain kink, age gap (Steve is very into the age gap), MAJOR size kink, no seriously Steve is HUGE, misogyny, loss of virginity, mentions of blood (heavy mentions), mean Steve (seriously, he has no soul and is very mean, honestly unhinged), anal play, oral (f receiving), innocence kink, naive reader, 18+ ONLY, NO MINORS. MINORS DNI.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Even Captain America deserves a reward after an intense, grueling mission.

𝐀/𝐍: Here we go! 16.3k words. Written very quickly. Not edited so please be forgiving. Also I don't have much knowledge on Shield and all that, so yeah! Final warning to PLEASE read the warnings! Anyways, enjoy!

“The girl’s ready, Captain.”

Steve nods at the SHIELD agent tersely, “She’s in my room?”

“Yes, sir. And all your specifications have been followed.”

“Good. You’re dismissed.”

The agent bows his head before leaving the office, and Steve finds himself pacing. He often paced after gruelling missions, as if trying to get all the leftover adrenaline out. Tonight had been particularly challenging; a local university under threat from HYDRA. Thousands of screaming staff and students, the air painted with gunshots and screams of chaos. But Steve’s team had come to the rescue. Just like they always did.

His team all had different ways of dealing with it, the trauma and evil they saw every day. Clint had his family to go home to, and some middle-of-nowhere farmhouse that Steve would’ve found quaint if he’d given more of a fuck. Tony’s solution was alcohol – copious amounts of it. And maybe that would’ve been Steve’s fate too, stumbling out of a bar at three in the morning having no idea where he was, but of course, he had the serum to thank for avoiding him that. Natasha immersed herself in her friends, Sam partied a lot, Bruce locked himself up in his lab because God knew he was wrestling more demons than anyone else. Except maybe Bucky… But even Bucky had a girl to help him cope.

That left Steve. But Steve had this.

I deserve this. He thinks it to himself as he makes his way out of his office and down the hall toward the elevator. There are SHIELD agents scattered here and there, chattering mindlessly about the successful mission and how, thanks to the Avengers, there were no civilian deaths. But they all hush when they see him, parting like the Red Sea, their heads bowed in respect as he walks past them. The Captain. The hero. Their leader. He’s still in his suit, the shield still on his back and bloodied cuts decorating his face. Nevertheless, he’s the face of the Avengers. Everyone in this building looks up to him.

Everyone on the face of this Earth looks up to him.

And a few minutes later, when he gets off the elevator and to his private floor, walks over to his bedroom door and opens it, he finds a large pair of eyes looking up at him too.

You jump, the fear on your face so evident that Steve can almost smell it. Standing in the corner of his room as if you want to permeate through the wall or maybe disappear altogether. Your arms hug your body in a bid to hide it from whoever you thought was going to enter this room, but you seem to relax once you see that it’s him.

“C-Captain, it’s you! Oh, thank God!” Your shoulders sag in relief, although – much to Steve’s displeasure – you continue to cover your body with your arms, “I-I don’t know what happened, but there’s some bad people here, and they took me while I was being evacuated from the university, a-and they brought me here and they wouldn’t answer my questions and–”

Steve frowns as you drone on and on, talking about a mile a minute – a quality he doesn’t particularly care for in a woman. But his eyes drink you nevertheless. You look young – a college student, no doubt – but he finds he doesn’t mind that. In fact, it makes his cock harden, seeing how wide-eyed and naïve you look, a lot younger than him. A pretty face, and an attractive body too despite the fact that you seemed hell bent on hiding it from him.

“Put your arms down by your side.” He commands you, watching closely as you stop mid-sentence, your voice trailing off. He can tell you’re uncomfortable, confused, and probably tired out from fighting and arguing with his agents. But he knows already what’s going through your mind: that you’ll obey because it’s Captain America, and Captain America was a hero who always meant well. Hesitantly, slowly, your arms fall down to your sides.

Steve had very specific tastes, and his agents knew to follow his instructions to a tee. Which was why you stood before him, your body sheathed in the prettiest, most expensive vintage lingerie. All lacy and intricate, just how Steve liked it – white and silky, hugging your body like a second skin and accentuating your curves, making you look like half angel, half seductress. He’d long ago, in a different lifetime, pored over old pin-up magazines, just like any other boy his age would. He’d likened the white lingerie in the pictures to be what his innocent bride would wear the night he deflowered her. Back in the forties, back when he’d been a different man, a man who actually cared about trivial things like marriage and family. Years of war and fighting had beaten that out of him.

And yet, almost a century later, Steve still has a partiality for white, lacy lingerie.

After every mission (successful or not) SHIELD would bring him a girl in vintage lingerie. Always an unsuspecting girl who had no idea what she was being pulled into. They came in all sorts of varieties; crying, kicking, screaming, paralysed in fear when they realised the reason they were in his bedroom. But Steve deserved it, for every single sacrifice he’d made for his country, for the world – he deserved this one bit of pleasure. Bucky had his girl, Sam had his parties, Tony had his alcohol, Bruce had his lab… And Steve had this.

And it was the least you could do, the least all those girls before you could do, because hadn’t Steve saved you? Saved all of you? This was his payment. You were his reward.

“C-Captain?” He notices how you can’t help but stutter, and he finds it amusing despite the fact that he’s used to having this effect on women – especially immature college girls like you. You gesture down to your body, “Th-This isn’t how I was dressed – they put me in this, those bad guys! N-Now I don’t know where my clothes are, and, and…”

Once more, your voice trails off as Steve walks past you nonchalantly. He heads to the bathroom, making sure to leave the door open so he can keep an eye on you lest you try to escape. Not that you’d get very far – this whole floor was his and every lock required his facial recognition to open. In the past, other girls had tried to escape, and sometimes Steve enjoyed the chase. But tonight, he felt tense. He’d wanted to capture all the HYDRA agents but two of them had escaped. To Steve, that was failure, and failure made him tense. Angry. Frustrated. He needed someone submissive, obedient, quiet…

“C-Captain, I’m gonna be okay, aren’t I?” You ask, voice high-pitched and shaky, and Steve almost smirks. He stands in front of the sink, surveying the scratches on his face. They’d heal overnight, and once more he’d be the perfect face of the Avengers. The face of America. The face of hope, the face of good. If only they knew what went on behind his eyes, the thoughts he thought, the darkness behind the façade.

He washes his hands, observing the blood as it swirls down the drain of the sink.

“Sir… Captain… Is there a way I could call my family? They’ll be worried about me, and those people took my phone so I don’t–”

“Get on the bed.”

“H-Huh?”

“Get on the bed. I won’t repeat myself.”

Steve’s voice is soft, levelled, yet commanding. And he knows you’ll listen. He’s been over this with so many of the other girls brought in for him as a post-mission reward. You still trust him, he can see it in your eyes. You know him as the superhero you see on TV, where he’s all clean-cut and politically correct as he commands the hearts of millions through his motivational speeches and actions. And by the looks of it, you’re so naïve that he knows you haven’t yet figured out what “get on the bed” truly infers to.

And so you do, gingerly settling down on the edge of his king-sized bed, shaking like a little leaf but he can tell that you’re trying to keep a brave face as you look up at him, determined to trust the super-soldier that the whole country trusted. And breaking that trust, breaking that spirit that shone in your innocent eyes, that was the sweet release he needed tonight, or any other night after each mission made him grow more disillusioned. Breaking your trust, breaking your body so all of this was worth it.

Sometimes, Steve wonders when exactly he had changed. He remembers how plucky and optimistic he used to be. A little bit sardonic, a little bit sarcastic, but he really did have a heart of gold – at least that’s what people told him. Even after they’d dug him out from that iceberg, he’d still been that same guy. But that was years ago, and each day he grew more disillusioned with what he preached, what he stood for. He could never settle, never feel like he fully belonged in the world he kept risking his life to save over and over again. Even Bucky, who’d gone through so much, had managed to find fulfilment through finding love.

Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t think love exists.

What does exist is you… Sweet, quivering, innocent little you. The SHIELD agents know his tastes down to a tee, and physically, you’re everything he likes, everything he prefers. It’s nights like these when Steve really feels alive, when he snuffs out the innocence of some unsuspecting girl and reaps his reward for saving countless lives. He deserves this. God knows he deserves this.

“What’re you doing?” You whisper, eyes round as saucers as he reaches out to stroke your hair. He bristles slightly, annoyed by your persistant questions. You should know better – he was your superior after all. But you’d learn by the time the night was over, and so Steve resumes petting you, slipping his hand down to rub your cheek, feel your smooth skin under the rough callouses of his hand.

The same hand that had choked two or three HYDRA bastards to death earlier tonight.

“You will address me as Captain.” He says, dismantling his shield from his back and placing it on the floor against the bed. He follows your gaze, how your mouth drops open in awe despite how scared you are. His cock hardens, knowing you’re impressed by him. By his size, because he’s aware he looks even bigger in person than on the news – enough girls have told him that. And by the shield too, because it reflected his power, his status, everything that he supposedly stood for.

You clear your throat nervously, “S-Sorry, uh, Captain, I just, uh, I was wondering when you’d take me home,” you say the last few words quickly, as if you’re mouth’s dry and you’re rushing to get all your words out. “I n-need to get home, my parents will be worried about me, Captain, and I have homework–”

Steve almost snorts at that. Homework. You were even more innocent than he thought you were, if one of your biggest concerns was whether you’d get your homework done or not. And this naivete amuses him, enamours him, but most importantly, it gets him hard.

“You’ll be taken home tomorrow.” He informs you, his tone clipped and formal, clinical like a doctor informing his patient when they’d be discharged. He liked to keep it like that between him and his “rewards.” Steve didn’t believe in intimacy, and didn’t feel the need to waste kindness on you or any of the previous girls. He faked kindness and heroic optimism all day, it was only at night in the privacy of his quarters that he could shed all that away and allow his darkness to take over.

“T-Tomorrow? Why? Why not tonight? And why am I here, anyways? Everyone else was evacuated together!”

“Enough.” He says sternly, and you shrink back like a chastised child, or an injured puppy. He watches your lower lip as it juts out, and he wonders if you’ve done that on purpose as a way to appease him. He wouldn’t fall for it though, he was wise to women and all their cheap tricks they used to wrap weaker, lesser men around their fingers. Steve would never be one of those men. “You will not speak unless I give you permission.”

Your lower lip quivers, “I don’t understand…”

He sits down next to you, acutely aware of how much bigger he is than you. Leisurely, his eyes drink in your body now that he’s much closer to you. The bra pushes your breasts upwards so they spill out attractively over the creamy white lace of the lingerie, and he watches them rise up and down as you breathe heavily, probably trying to keep yourself from crying. He wishes you would cry – tears have always turned him on. But the night is young, and he knows he’ll see some tears soon, he always does.

“C-Captain, please, please help me! I’m so confused and I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t know how I got into this outfit, I think they drugged me, and I’m scared, and I have homework, and I gotta go now, so pl– OW!”

Steve yanks you forward by your hair, till your face is inches from his, and he can practically smell your fear. Eyes as big as saucers look up at him, shining bright with unshed tears of both fear and pain. He loosens his grip slightly, despite the fact he isn’t holding you too tightly – but the serum gives him inhumane strength, and you’re just a weak little girl after all.

“Once again, I’m telling you not to speak without permission. Do not make me repeat myself one more time.”

You swallow harshly, bowing your head once he lets go of your hair. But your lips are now pressed tightly together, as if you’re hoping he’ll take you home if you shut up and listen. There’s still light in your eyes, you’re beginning to question him inwardly but you still trust him, Steve knows you do. And it’s not long now before he crushes that trust completely.

He sighs at your compliance, stroking your quivering bare arm, thrill shooting straight down to his cock because of how soft and smooth you are. He likes the juxtaposition between the two of you right now: you, so soft and small, so much younger than him, like a doll in your pretty lingerie that he’d picked out. And him, more than double your size, jaded with age that didn’t physically show, bloodied and scratched suit, rough hands, dark thoughts.

“C-Captain, I’m scared,” you whisper, and you really do look like you’re about to wet yourself, and it turns him on so much that he doesn’t even bristle at you speaking out of turn again.

“Good.” He murmurs, continuing to stroke you like you’re his little doll. There’s something about you, something so pure that he can’t really put his finger on. In the past, he’s been detached, unforgiving, often just throwing his “reward” on the bed, holding her head down against the mattress while he fucked the living daylights out of her. He would be detached and cold with you too, but this time he feels a peculiar need to savour you at the same time.

It's when he grabs your hand and places it on his hard crotch that you start crying in earnest, finally realising your fate.

“What’re you– No, please, not that! Please, I don’t know what’s going on, Captain, please–”

You try to snatch your hand back, but he holds it steadily in place. You’d never be a match for his strength, no matter how hard you tried – he had more brute power in his pinkie finger than you did in your whole body. And that turns him on even more.

“You’ll go home tomorrow,” he repeats, not even sure why he’s explaining anything to you, because he usually doesn’t speak to the girls brought for him at all, let alone reassure them. “Tomorrow, you’ll see your family but tonight, your body is mine and I’ll do with it what I please.”

You look like you’ve seen a ghost, but quickly you shake your head, blinking rapidly as if you’ve misheard him. “N-No, Captain, I don’t want to! Y-You can’t make me,” you look at him pleadingly, trying to tug your hand back but he holds it firmly against his covered cock, “You won’t make me, will you, Captain? Th-That’s wrong! An’ you’re a good man so you’d never do that!”

“Take it out.”

A different man would have perhaps consoled you, told you it would all be over soon, or maybe even made up an excuse to manipulate you into sleeping with him. A better man would’ve taken pity on you, given you your clothes back and taken you home. But Steve wasn’t like any of those men. All Steve was right now was impatient, and more than ready for his reward. I deserve it, he thinks once more to himself, before pressing your small hand down on his crotch meaningfully.

“Take my dick out.” He repeats sternly, and when you still don’t comply (probably because you’re frozen in shock and fear) Steve can’t help but quickly undo his fly before pushing your hand down his suit pants, letting out a hiss when he feels your dainty palm and fingers on his rock-hard flesh.

“No, no, no, please no,” you cry softly, rivulets of tears streaking your face, “This is wrong, Captain, please.”

He makes you wrap your hand around his cock, smirking to himself when your fingers don’t even come close to wrapping around all the way. The serum had made him a lot bigger than average, and a lot thicker too. So much so that every time he had sex, no matter how much he stretched the girls out, there would always be blood. He’d grown to become turned on by the sight of it.

“I’ve seen you on TV,” you whisper desperately, and he knows you’re in that state of mind where you’re just so scared that you’ll say anything and everything, “I’ve seen how you are, a-and you’re supposed to be the good guy, Captain. Please, let me go, y-you’re a good man so please–”

“Shut up.” He says simply, making you take his dick out. That quietens you up for a second, and you gape at his huge dick as it slaps up against his abs which are still covered by the suit. He hasn’t had sex or jacked off in about a week now (missions, press conferences, community work and other bullshit had kept him busy) and his dick is almost angry hard, the veins so prominent as he throbs in your hand.

“Stroke it.” He instructs you.

You shake your head, hand limp around his hard cock, “You c-can’t, this is wrong.”

“Drop the coy act,” he orders you, feeling a surge of impatience when he’s tried to be level with you for so long, “I know what you kids watch these days on the internet, and all the vulgar movies on television. Now do what I fucking say, or else.”

You look both taken aback and hurt by his sharper tone, and immediately you’re shaking your head.

“N-No, Sir, please. I don’t watch any of that stuff, I’m not allowed to, okay? A-And this is wrong on so many levels, you’re meant to be a good guy!”

Steve finds his cock hardening even more when he hears how you’re not allowed to watch the vulgarity that’s become so normalised in the media now as compared to back in the day. Were you, perhaps, a girl with morals? Someone who was raised well? He had yet to run in to such a girl in the twenty-first century.

“I’ve seen you on the news,” you try again when he doesn’t speak, “you and the Avengers, you’ve saved c-countless people. You’ve won wars for us. I w-went to see you when you gave a talk at my school last year, the one about good versus evil. You’re an inspiration, Captain, you wouldn’t do this!”

You’re talking a mile a minute, and Steve knows you’re doing it to prolong time till your inevitable fate. He’s tortured enough men to know that goners loved to run their mouths. As for what you’re saying, it has zero effect on him. He didn’t believe in what he said, what he stood for – you could never use that to persuade him to take a higher road.

He starts moving your hand up and down on his dick, hissing again because of how pleasurable your dainty hand feels on his rock-hard length, not to mention how much it turns him on that you’re still trying to pull your hand away, looking anywhere but at his cock, embarrassment mixing with the bone-chilling fear on your face.

“Y-You’re not a good man!” you finally sob out, shaking from head to toe as realisation finally seeps through your head.

Your words bristle Steve for whatever reason. In the past, his “rewards” have often back-talked him, insulted him as if they thought their words would have any impact on him – which they never did. But seeing you, with your bright, optimistic eyes that clearly looked up to him up until this moment, hearing you call him a bad guy… It makes him feel defensive.

“I saved you.” He spits out, “HYDRA attacked your university and I saved you and all your little friends. You’d be dead if it weren’t for me.”

You nod desperately, “I-I know, Captain, that’s why I don’t understand why you’re doing thi–”

“I deserve this.” He says simply, cutting you off. “I risk my life to save unthankful people like you, over and over again. Even a super soldier deserves payment, or at least an incentive to do what I do.”

Your jaw drops open, speechless and horrified. Steve couldn’t care less, and he feels another wave of impatience. Two weeks ago, he’d endured a similarly gruelling mission, and his reward had been waiting for him in his room. She’d been mouthy, of course, as most women of the twenty-first century were, but he’d fucked her and sent her packing within fifteen minutes. So why, on this particular occasion, was he sitting here making idle chit-chat with some dumb-witted college girl who was half his age?

He's always been quick, and you yelp in surprise when he grabs you by the waist, his rough fingers digging into your soft skin. He drags you into his lap, till you’re crying on top of him, your back to his chest. You struggle and flail against him, but it’s to no avail as he presses you down on top of his thigh, spreading your legs and locking them with his own.

“Stop struggling,” he orders you through gritted teeth, although he has to admit that having a weak girl like you fighting against him with all her might while he held you down with just his one arm was quite arousing, “It’ll be easier for you if you just stay still.”

“Please don’t, I-I’m not ready for this, I’ve never done this before, I–”

Steve snorts at that. He knows you’re young, but he also knows that girls in this century are promiscuous, and that’s putting it kindly. How many lies would you tell before you realised they’d all be in vain? He was goddamned Captain America, and he was going to have his way with you tonight no matter what came out of that pretty, pouty mouth of yours.

Grabbing your soft, bare thighs with his hands, he pushes them further apart, all while you cry and quiver in his arms like a wounded animal. Your white, lacy panties hide your pussy from his greedy, impatient gaze, and he wants nothing more than to rip your lingerie apart and ravage you to soothe the ache of his hard cock which is currently pressing against your back.

“Push your panties aside.” He commands, “and don’t even think about arguing with me. One more word of insubordination out of you, and you don’t even want to know what I’ll do.”

You’re sobbing and sobbing as you gingerly do what he says, and he licks his lips when he sees your bare pussy, trussed out for him as he holds your legs apart. He can’t help but press a finger on your bundle of nerves before swiping downwards over your slit. He frowns. You’re not wet. That simply won’t do.

Of course, he’s been in this situation before. Not often, because truthfully, women got wet the second they looked at him, turned on by his size, his power, his authority. But sometimes, like now, when one of his “rewards” was very scared and non-compliant, she wouldn’t be wet. Steve didn’t care, and he’d go in dry if he could except, with the sheer size of his dick, it just wasn’t physically possible. Often, he’d tell the SHIELD agents to prep his rewards before they were sent to his room – stretch their pussies out by whatever means (he didn’t care) so long as they were able to take his girth.

But you… Oh, he reckons he’ll have fun with stretching you out all by himself.

“Touch yourself.” He says into your ear, holding you in place tightly.

“I…I…I don’t know how, I don’t– I don’t do this, I’ve never done this, I–”

There’s something about your frightened demeanour that makes him realise that maybe you’re not lying after all. He raises a brow, “You’ve never touched yourself?”

“N-No, Sir – I mean Captain – I’m not allowed to. My parents are very conservative, Sir, I haven’t even had my first kiss. Please don’t make me do this!”

Steve didn’t think it was possible for his dick to get any harder, but it does. So big and painfully hard, it presses against your back almost indecently as he licks his lips, now infinitely more interested in you. So you were a girl raised right in these godforsaken ���modern” times. His mind conjures up different ways in which he could teach you, mould you, ruin you… He doesn’t remember the last time he had a virgin – it was probably back in the forties, back when women were pure and of good heart and good intentions.

Maybe tonight’s reward would be sweeter than any other.

He grabs your hand, pressing it against your petal-soft folds. He takes your pointer finger and slowly, gently, circles it around your clit. You fight against him but it only takes you a few seconds to realise that your efforts are completely futile. Steve does not care for what you want, not in the least. You’re his reward, and he deserves this.

He leaves your finger on your clit, shooting you a deathly look that conveys that you better keep circling it or else. His own eager fingers explore your core, slipping down to probe you, finding that not even one of his fingers fits inside your little fuckhole. In fact, he tries pushing his pinkie finger up inside but to no avail at all. Fuck. You weren’t lying – you were definitely a virgin. Another telltale sign is how it only takes a handful of seconds before your wetness begins to spread, and you whimper softly – probably at all the foreign sensations you’re feeling as Steve continues to probe your hole.

“Feels good, huh?” Steve hears himself say softly, and he doesn’t know why he’s bothering wasting words on you. He never spoke to any of his other rewards – they were only there for his pleasure, and may as well have been inanimate objects to him. Dolls brought in for him to use and then promptly taken away when he was done with them. But you? Fuck, Steve doesn’t know what’s come over him.

“I-It won’t fit, Captain, please stop,” you cry softly when he tries to force his finger into you again. You’re adequately wet now, but your pussy continues to reject his finger, and he knows there’s no way you’ll be able to take his dick if he doesn’t stretch you out with his fingers first.

“I’ll make it fit,” he mutters, throwing you aside on the bed and standing up quickly. He sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting your sweetness and shutting his eyes for a second to savour your taste. And then he shoots you a warning look, “Stay there.”

He smirks when you don’t move an inch – probably paralysed with fear – as he walks over to the dresser next to his bed. Rummaging through his drawers, he sorts past all the sex toys that some agent had probably stocked up inside. Steve didn’t have much use for them, as he considered himself too traditional for toys. But he can’t help but be turned on by the idea of using a large dildo on you, or stuffing your virgin ass with a cute plug. But for right now, he grabs the bottle of lube – it’s half empty because of how often he’s had to use it on his past partners. Since the serum, his dick was way too big to go in naturally, especially when it came to a sweet virgin like you.

Roughly, he pushes you down till your back is pressed against his king-sized mattress. He climbs on top of you, rolling his eyes at the fight left in you, how you flail and fight against him despite his body being more than twice your size. He uses his arm to hold you down, but truthfully, he could’ve done it with just his pinkie finger.

“Stay still,” he commands, pinning your limbs down flat against the bed. You resort to sniffling and crying silently, your wary eyes watching him as he spreads your legs as wide as they’ll go. A sudden feral urge takes over him, and he rips your panties in half, the flimsy material landing gracefully on his sheets. Your bare pussy glistens up at him, now wet with your sweet cream despite how much you continue to cry. He can smell your sexy aroma; the scent of a virgin pussy and it goes straight to his dick.

With an animalistic snarl, he dips his head down between your legs. Using two fingers to spread your creamy petals, he lays his tongue flat against your quivering fuckhole. You scream in shock, body jerking underneath him but he doesn’t care. He grips your thighs, lifting your ass and lower back up off the bed, watching carnally as your wetness drips down to between your ass crack. He spreads your cheeks, smirking when you wail in surprise. He digs his eager tongue between your cheeks, probing your puckered, virgin ass before licking a straight line all the way back up to your pussy, ending with a harsh suck on your clit as he holds your hands at bay.

It’s come out of nowhere, this sudden need to taste you. Back in the forties; Steve had rather enjoyed going down on women. He knew he was skilled at giving head, he’d been told more than enough times. But he can’t remember the last time he’d done it. Never with any of his “rewards,” who were only ever good for fucking on their hands and knees like dogs. But you, you were different.

You wiggle, crying and begging him to let go of you but you may as well be a fly with how weak and inconsequential your pleas are to his ears. Instead, he laps at your baby cunt like he’s starved. Like a starved caveman, he spits down on your clit, wanting to make your pureness as messy as possible. He spreads his saliva all over your core with his fingers, marking you up with his DNA. He encases your now engorged bundle of nerves between his lips once more, giving it another hard suck but this time his teeth graze against it.

“C-Captain, oh-oh my God–Ah!”

It’s when Steve finally forces his one finger inside you that you squirt, drenching his digit as your walls clamp down around it. And God-fucking-dammit, he can’t believe how tight you’re squeezing his one singular finger, how tight and sexy and soft you feel around it. How your slippery walls pulsate around his digit like you’ve never cum before in your life – which would explain how quickly you’ve come undone. Some of your wetness lands on his face, some of it on the sheets beneath you, and that’s when Steve realises he’s given a virgin her first orgasm.

He can’t help but smirk, his finger still lodged inside you, but not even halfway because you’re still so fucking tight.

“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop after all, sweetheart.” He says, not realising he’s used the pet-name on you until it’s already out of his mouth. He sets the lower half of your body back down on the bed, his finger still inside you.

You sniffle as your whole body shakes with the remnants of your orgasm, “P-Please,” you say faintly, and you can’t even raise your head to look down at him, “Please, can I go home now?”

Steve’s lip curls into a snarl, and he drives his finger inside you with renewed force, curving it upwards even when he feels resistance. You scream bloody murder, and he knows if your orgasm hadn’t sapped all your energy, you’d be flailing your legs again. But for now, he easily holds you down, feeling your soft walls encase his finger which is now up to the hilt inside you. That’s when he grabs the bottle of lube, squirting out a generous amount onto the rest of his fingers.

“N-No, Captain, please, I can’t take another one, I can’t, I can’t!” You plead, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “Captain – Steve – please listen to me, please, look, I can’t take another finger, pl–”

His palm lands on your clit with a wet smacking sound, and you howl in pain, your pelvis lifting off the bed except he pins you back down with just one hand.

“Don’t fucking use my first name. You will address me as Captain. One more slip up and I won’t do you the favour of stretching you out.” His intense blue eyes meet your tear-filled ones, “And trust me, you want to be stretched out for when I fuck you.”

With gritted teeth and a cock that’s now painfully hard, he gets to work trying to stuff another finger into your pussy. His other hand grabs your hip in a bruising grip, and his fingers stroke your smooth, bouncy ass every so often like he can’t help it. You’re turning him on so fucking much; with your crying, how you’re begging him to stop, how weak and small you are, how fucking tight your pussy is. It makes Steve want to say something just so he can hear you speak in response, despite the fact that he’s never vocal during sex.

“Tell me, why is your pussy so fucking tight?”

“H-Huh?”

“You heard me.”

You sniffle again, shooting him a pleading look that he doesn’t even bother acknowledging. He just looks at you with waiting eyes as he nonchalantly continues to force his second finger inside you. He wants to hear you say naughty things with your innocent little mouth, and talking would get you to fucking relax so he could penetrate you with his digits properly in order to stretch you out in preparation for his dick.

“I-I’ve never done this before…” you scrunch your eyes shut, but a quick slap to your thigh has you opening them again.

“You’ve never fingered yourself?”

“No!”

“Tell me why not.”

You bow your head, “I don’t know… I just… I never did, okay? I’ve never done any of it.”

A wicked thought crosses Steve’s mind, “Oh yeah? You’ve never done anything naughty, huh? You’re a good girl?” His second finger curves up to join the first, and your hips jerk forward as you suck in your breath. It makes him smile, and he slowly begins to pump his two fingers in and out of you, “You’ve never, say, humped your baby cunt against your pillow at night? Or your stuffed animals?”

The way you freeze and how your eyes widen is all the confirmation Steve needs. He chuckles darkly.

“So that’s the type of girl you are. Riding your pillow at night when you think no one’s watching, and you probably touch your body all over, too, don’t you?” Lightning quick, his other hand leaves your hip, grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to your chest. Through the material of your bra, he makes you cup your breast like how he would, wanting to watch with dark eyes as you play with your tits, trying to imagine how hot you’d look doing just that all alone in the privacy of whatever girlish bedroom you had.

Steadily, he continues to finger you, pumping his digits in and out of your greedy, wet pussy, and it makes slurping sounds as it swallows his fingers in over and over again. And he observes you carefully, notices your wide eyes, the sweat on your brow, the way your lips are parted as your breathing shallows out. He even sees the slight buck of your hips, and he knows he has you where he wants you, hanging on to his every filthy word despite your mind screaming at you to continue resisting.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Steve mutters lowly, “I know that’s what all innocent little girls like you do when they think they’re alone. You play with your tits and you rub your cunt all over your pillow, till you’ve got it all wet and messy. All while you fantasise about a man like me fucking you, taking care of you, huh? I’m right, aren’t I?”

You’re full on panting now, as if his beguiling words have made you forget all about your resistance, and you rock your hips harder against his thick fingers, little pants and moans sneaking past your pouty lips as he watches you closely.

“And then you act like a good girl, and you lie to me and tell me you’ve never touched yourself. But you and I both know that’s not true. Not when you spend your nights alone in your bedroom riding your little pillow while mommy and daddy sleep in the next room, and then when you’re done, I bet you bring it up to your face, just so you can smell your own wetness, right?”

This time, he gives your ass a swift slap when you don’t reply, and you cry out in pain before squeezing your eyes shut.

“Y-Yes,” you breathe softly, so softly that he barely catches it. But it makes him grin wickedly all the same. He hasn’t had this much fun with a reward since God knows when. He never bothers speaking to the lowlife girls brought to him as post-mission rewards, let alone engaging in dirty talk with them as he was with you, hanging on to your every word because it makes his dick so fucking hard.

“Of course, I’m right,” he mutters, “Captain always knows. I know you’re a little slut in the making just like all the other college girls of this century. You bring your pillow up to your face and you smell your cunt on there, and you lick it too, don’t you? You taste yourself because you’re curious, and you don’t have a man like me to show you how it’s done.”

He slips his fingers out of your cunt, your walls automatically squeezing around them as if they want to keep him inside you. But his digits are dripping wet, and he brings them up to your face. He shoves them past your lips, and you protest but all it does is create vibrations around his fingers as he smears them inside your mouth.

“Taste yourself,” he orders you, “suck on daddy’s fingers, don’t be shy.”

It takes him a few seconds to register that he’s just referred to himself as daddy. He hasn’t done that in a while – not since the forties, at least. Back then, it was quite common for women to call their man daddy, and Steve remembers enjoying it when he used to fuck the show girls during tours. But now? He usually stuck to being called “sir” or “captain” or just nothing at all. Because “daddy” was way too intimate, it suggested that he was going to take care of you. And he wasn’t going to take care of you – he was going to ruin you before you’d be taken away tomorrow.

And yet you look so sweet and cute as you suck on his fingers, too scared to fight back any more although your eyes blaze with objection, and tears stream down your face. He doesn’t think you’ll stop crying at all tonight, but he doesn’t give a fuck about that. Not when your pouty lips look so hot sucking yourself off his fingers.

“That’s right, get ‘em nice and wet,” he murmurs lowly, before deciding he misses the feel of your tight cunt squeezing his fingers – and he still has to stretch you out, too. He removes his digits from your mouth, watching as you gasp to breathe. He trails them down your front, down your chest, down your torso, all the way down to your clit. He gives it another smack, loving how you jerk upwards like you’re so damn sensitive.

He grabs a pillow, putting it underneath your ass so he has your cunt propped up and he can examine it better. Your cream is pouring out of you almost, dripping down to the pillow below you while you cry and pretend you don’t like it. But the signs are all there, he can even see how your pelvis shakes and humps upwards, because you need a man to fill you up no matter how much you protest.

“Tight little baby cunt,” he says softly as he spreads your pussy lips once more. You look so wet and slippery and yet he knows he needs to pour some more lube into your fuckhole, which he does. And then, without giving you much time to react, he shoves three of his fingers inside you, pushing harder and with more force when he’s met with any barrier.

“STOP, NO, PLEASE! STOP, CAPTAIN – TOO MUCH!” You scream so loudly that the walls seem to vibrate around the two of you.

“Shut up and take it,” Steve says, narrowing his eyes up at you before he focuses back on your gorgeous cunt, watching as your leaking hole finally swallows his three digits, “Look at this greedy little virgin pussy, so ready for my big dick to split her in half.”

You shake your head violently, crying and protesting, but it’s when you bat at his head that he sees red. How fucking dare you hit him? Just now, when he was thinking you’d been raised well, but clearly not if you didn’t think it was a problem to hit your superiors.

“You raise your hand at me again, and I’ll hit you back twice as hard.”

His menacing words make you freeze, and you whimper quietly in absolute fear as he continues to play with your pussy. He fingers you in earnest now, three of his digits stretching you out as he scissors you open, amused by the squelching sounds your cunt makes as it swallows his fingers over and over again.

“Apologise to me,” Steve demands, “say you will not raise your hand at your superior ever again.”

You sniffle, “S-Sorry…”

“Sorry, who?” He pinches your ass unforgivingly.

“Sorry, Captain! I won’t raise my hand at my superiors, okay? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You squeal the last few words, your pitch going higher and higher as your hips begin to meet his thrusts. And bless your innocent fucking face, you look so confused by what’s happening. Your pussy’s jammed tight but he knows it must’ve started feeling good. All greedy little girls like you needed was a little push in the right direction.

Off their own accord, your thighs lock around his hand as you cum for a second time, your walls squeezing and pulsating against his fingers so fucking tightly as you mewl and cry above him. You’re absolutely gushing with wetness now, and the pillow below your ass is stained dark with your juices. For someone who kept claiming she didn’t want this, you sure were receptive to his touch.

Steve snatches his fingers out of you, smirking when you, despite everything, cry in protest at the loss of friction. He bets your pussy feels all gaping and empty now, because he knows how big and thick his fingers are. A normal-sized man would’ve had trouble stretching your virgin cunt out with his dick – Steve had had that same problem with just his fingers.

But he knows he’ll somehow manage to fit his cock inside you if he prepped you well enough. Or else he’d spend the whole night trying to. Often, with the women he’d slept with in the past, he’d be too impatient and couldn’t be bothered to prep them properly. Because of that, he’d only be able to fit half his dick inside them, and he’d grown used to fucking them like that, only because it was physically impossible to go any deeper. He won’t let that be the case tonight.

He climbs up your quivering body, and you look spent already after two orgasms, your eyes fluttering like you’re about to pass out. Steve can’t have that though, and he taps your cheek not so gently, hovering on top of you till you open your eyes and meet his gaze.

“Please, Captain,” you whisper faintly, “E-Enough, please. Can’t take any more.”

Steve ignores you. He’s grown distracted by your lips. How wet and warm and pouty they look, glistening with a mix of your salty tears, your cum and your saliva. Fuck. He never kissed any of his “rewards” before, it was too intimate and Steve didn’t do intimacy. But maybe…

He spits down on your face, his saliva landing on your cheek as you cringe. Fuck intimacy, Steve thinks, using his hand to smear his spit all over your face, till it’s shining with a mixture of both your bodily fluids. So messy yet so pretty…

“N-Never been kissed before!” you blurt out once more all of a sudden, as if you’ve read his mind. Your eyes plead up at him, a tiny bit of hope in your eyes as if you truly believe he’ll show you empathy and spare you, “P-Please, Sir. I’ve never been kissed, a-and I want it to be special…”

How cute. You were worried about him spoiling your first kiss as if he hadn’t just finger-fucked you to two orgasms in the span five minutes. Amused, he brings his thumb up to your mouth, stroking your pouty bottom lip gently.

“You don’t let the boys at your college kiss you?” He asks, again not fully understanding why he’s even bothering to talk to you, but he figures it’s simply because he finds it amusing.

“N-No, Captain.”

“Why not?”

“I’m t-too shy, and they’re not… they’re not interested in me,” you sound so shaky, peering up at him as if you expect him to just get off you now you’ve told him your sob story about wanting to save your first kiss to be something special.

Steve snorts. And just how fucking naïve could you be? You’re fucking delectable, he bets the lowlifes at your college creamed their pants thinking about you. Suddenly, he bristles at the thought of sending you back tomorrow, back to the dumb idiots you went to college with. But he shakes the thought out of his mind to focus solely on you.

“There’s nothing special about kissing,” he tells you, “Love, intimacy, saving yourself for that special someone – none of that’s real. The sooner you realise that, the better.”

He kisses you, cupping your cheeks with his hands so that you don’t move your face aside. At first, he’s rough, unforgiving, pressing his tongue into your mouth because you taste so sweet and he needs to get more. And then he slows down, registers your soft, quivering lips on his, how rigid they are as you don’t kiss him back. He snorts inwardly, not caring in the least. He’d kiss you all he wanted – he doesn’t care if you don’t respond.

Steve sighs into your mouth, so tuned in to your senses that he feels your breath hitch, and a tiny squeak sounds past your lips and straight into his. His thumbs, seemingly moving off their own accord, stroke your cheekbones, and he feels your body instinctively relax underneath his – probably because that’s the first and only gentle gesture you’ve felt from him this whole night.

Slowly, he sucks your bottom lip almost sweetly, as if lulling you into a false sense of security. You’re still too scared or shy to kiss him back, but that doesn’t make the kiss any less enjoyable for him. His tongue plays with yours coaxingly, because he can’t remember the last time he kissed a girl and liked it so much. And then he feels you give a tiny little kitten lick, as if you’re testing the waters as you move your tongue shyly against his. And the feeling goes straight to his dick.

He pulls away slightly to watch your face, amused when he sees your eyes scrunched shut and your lips slightly pursed, as if awaiting another kiss. And that’s what he does, giving you one, two, three quick pecks that have you inhaling deeply, and your eyes open cautiously. But they flutter shut almost immediately when they find him staring back at you.

Steve goes in for another kiss, as if one wasn’t enough because suddenly it’s like he’s parched, and his raging hard on would have to wait a second longer. His dick is as hard as a metal rod, resting against your bare stomach as he makes out with you. One of his hands reach down to cup your breast, and he can feel your nipple, hard as glass, poke against his palm even through the material of the bra. You squeak into his mouth again, as if him touching and playing with your breast is making your body invertedly respond to him.

He can definitely feel you kissing him back now, even though it’s shy and periodic… Your tongue moving slowly against his for a few seconds before you remember you’re not supposed to be enjoying this and you freeze. And then you start again, your tongue timidly stroking against his once more. Then you stop again. Repeat. It makes him smirk against your lips, feeling a rumbling in his chest like he wants to chuckle in amusement.

He pulls away, examining how breathless and cute you look. And you gaze up at him with glassy, wet eyes, those perfect, pouty lips still slightly puckered, as if you’re asking for more. But he continues to just drink in every detail of your face and how you look a mix of scared and curious, afraid and confused.

“W-Was I bad?” you breathe, and your innocent face is begging for reassurance. He knows because little girls like you always want reassurance, are always seeking out the approval of men like him. And a part of him wants to tell you no, no you weren’t bad at all. In fact, he rather enjoyed kissing you. But he keeps his mouth shut, because it wasn’t his job to reassure you. And maybe he wants you to be a bit insecure; you’d work harder in pleasing him if you thought he didn’t like your kiss.

He’s still cupping your breast with one hand, and he suddenly feels a wave of irritation at the lacy material of your bra. Quick as a wink, he tears your bra apart, the two ripped pieces now lying on either side of you. A hungry growl emanates from him, and he feels like an animal, he really just wants to suck on your tits but his dick is growing impatient, and you’d probably pass out from fear and dread if he stretched this out any longer.

He reaches to grab a condom from where he stashes them in his bedside drawer. Protection was a must for him – who knew what kinds of diseases all these modern, promiscuous girls were carrying? And yet, his hand falters before he draws back completely, his mind clouding with thoughts of how sexy your soft pussy would feel around his dick if he fucked you raw. Yes. He had to fuck you raw, feel your tight virgin pussy around him as he ruined it. He deserved as much.

Instead, Steve grabs the lube once more, acutely aware of you watching him with eyes round as saucers as he squirts a generous amount of it on his dick. He looks back at you, lying deathly still underneath him, looking like you’ve seen a ghost. He wonders if your pussy’s still tingling from the two orgasms he’s just given you, and he absentmindedly pumps his dick at the thought. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before in his life, his dick so hard he feels he’ll blow his load right there and then.

He lines his cock up against your entrance, his hands holding your silky soft thighs apart. A part of him wishes you’d fight back just one more time, just so he could exert his dominance over you once more, just so it would highlight how weak and small you are. But you lay there, quivering in fear, definitely too scared to fight back, or too distracted by his dick he glides it up and down your wet slit in anticipation.

Suddenly, you grab his arm as if to stop him, and Steve narrows his eyes.

“W-Will it hurt?” You ask softly.

“Yes.”

You whimper, your grip on his arm tightening as another tear trickles down your cheek, and you look up at him with desperate eyes.

“Please, Captain, p-please could you… could you make it hurt less? Please?” You beg him so prettily, and he can’t help but focus on how your tears get caught in your lashes, and how you sniffle like a baby. “Please, I’m sc-scared, I– maybe if you were slow–?”

“It’s going to hurt no matter what,” Steve says briskly, feeling impatient beyond belief, and yet a part of him wants to brush and collect your tears. “In fact, if I go in slowly, it’ll hurt more.” He wonders if he should say more, say anything at all to ease your discomfort. But he reasons that that’s not his job – he’s not a lovesick boyfriend who needs to worry about your feelings. This is for him. He deserves this.

You start crying softly once more, your whole body shaking. Steve tries to ignore it, focusing on your cunt instead. His dick is twitching with excitement, the tip an angry red as he brings it up against your fuckhole. He grits his teeth and pushes in, but he can’t. You’re too tight – and he’s way too big. He sighs in frustration.

“Stop being so tense.” He orders you, pouring another decent amount of lube all over his cock as well as your entrance. He’d scissored you open with three of his fingers, but it had been an extremely tight fit. And three of his fingers didn’t compare to the girth and thickness of his dick – not even the tip of it. He frowns down at you, “You need to relax. It’ll hurt less if you relax.”

A panicked look flits over your face as you look down at his dick, and he knows you’re intimidated by his size. But then you take a deep breath, close your eyes and he feels your body get less tense underneath him. He smirks.

He grabs his cock by the base and lines it up against your hole once more. You flinch away from him, your innocent, puppy dog eyes blinking up at him. He doesn’t give a fuck though, and with a lot more determination this time, he grits his teeth and forces his way inside you.

Your scream is earth-shattering. But it’s music to his ears.          

“NO, PLEASE, NO, TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! TOO BIG!”

You thrash violently underneath him, limbs flailing before he pins them down. But for a handful of seconds, he can’t even really focus on you. Not when he’s finally basking in the glory of being inside your tight little snatch, and it feels almost euphoric. You feel so sexy around him, so hot and velvety, squeezing the life out of his fat cock. Well, he’s only got a bit more than his tip inside you, but it already feels fucking heavenly.

“Oh fuck,” Steve mutters under his breath, trying to get a grip and not get too lost in the feeling of your gorgeous fucking pussy. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and yet he feels like his balls are about to blow with how fucking hot it feels being inside you like this.

“It hurts! T-Take it out, Captain! Please!” Your tiny hand grabs his forearm again, lips puckered so sweetly, even the grimace on your face looks beautiful. You’re beautiful when you’re in pain, and he’s addicted to the sight of it. For a split second, he imagines it’s his wedding night, and you’re his beautiful bride – sweet, innocent, beautiful bride and he’s just popped your cherry and now you’re his forever.

The thought makes him shudder, and he quickly pulls out (not that there’s much to pull out, since only his tip had entered you. You were crying and screaming just from being penetrated by only his tip, and this makes Steve smug, despite everything).

You’ve barely caught your breath when he drives his dick back inside you, and this time he really forces it in. Now that he’s got a taste of your warmth, he wants to be completely enveloped in it. His hands grab your hips tightly, forcing his fat cock inside you inch by inch. He doesn’t care if it takes all night, he was going to fully penetrate you if it was the last thing he did.

“Shhh, shut up and take it,” he orders you as you scream and protest. If any other one of his girls had screamed bloody murder the way you were doing right now, he would’ve smacked them unconscious. Not you though, and he doesn’t know why that is. “God fucking dammit, how is your pussy so fucking tight?”

“Y-You’re too big,” you answer, shaking your head over and over again, “th-this… this isn’t normal, Captain, y-you won’t fit! Please stop, something’s gonna break, I-I’m scared, I–”

He wants to break your pussy. He wants to break you.

“Shut up,” he snarls, before a thought occurs to him. Out of nowhere, he kisses you once more. Silencing your protests as his tongue works against yours, and he finds that he was already missing kissing you. God, you felt so good. Your warm, sexy lips against his and your warm, sexy pussy gripping his dick. God, fuck… So this is what great sex was, huh? Maybe he’d been fucking the wrong girls this whole time. Maybe he should’ve sought you out from the beginning – or someone like you. Someone young, innocent, unexperienced, delicate, fragile, a cry-baby. Just the complete opposite of him.

Despite everything, you kiss him back once more. Steve bets it’s because your girlish mind is trying to convince him (and yourself) that you’re a good kisser. He makes a mental note never to give you this reassurance – that way you’d just keep kissing him as if you had something to prove. Or at least that was the hope. Nevertheless, the kissing distracts you enough for him to still inside you (he’d only gotten less than a quarter of his huge dick in) and then he pulls out.

The third time he penetrates you, he does it with more force than ever before. And he bites your lip hard, grunting against you till he can taste your blood. That’s when he finally pushes more than halfway inside you, and he hears something rip from within. And you scream, you scream so fucking loudly and straight into his mouth, but he continues to kiss you, basking in the feeling of being inside you properly now. His dick feels so constricted inside your tight walls, but it’s the best feeling he’s ever felt.

He breaks the kiss to look down into your eyes, and savour your reaction to being impaled by him, to being filled up by only half his length. But your head lolls to the side, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You’ve passed out.

“What a fucking baby,” Steve hisses, shallowly thrusting in and out of you. “Can’t even take daddy’s dick inside this tight little snatch of yours without passing out, can you?” Truthfully, he doesn’t even want to pull out, he’s so obsessed with how good your pulsating pussy feels around his dick. But he knows he needs to draw back so he can thrust back in even deeper. He’s only got half his dick inside you now, but he’s determined to get in balls deep before the night is over.

“Wake the fuck up!” he commands, wanting you alert as he defiles you. He slaps your cheek lightly several times, to no avail. He sighs, reaching for the glass of water on his side table. He dips his fingers into the liquid before sprinkling the water over your face. He slaps your cheek again, harder this time, and it turns him on when he hits you, taps into his darkest, most masochistic desires that he keeps under wraps from even himself.

It's only when he pulls out and slams back into you that you suddenly rouse, and it takes you a nanosecond to start screaming again, panicking and flailing underneath him once more. But he’s not having it this time, and quickly plasters his palm over your mouth to silence you.

“Tell me... how does daddy’s dick feel?” He asks you darkly, and he can sense the sadistic smile on his face fuelled by the sheer power he has over you right now. “And I’ll backhand the fuck out of you if you start screaming again, so don’t even try it.”

He removes his hand from your mouth and focuses on pushing more into you, and you pant underneath him, silently sobbing and cringing in pain. And yet you swallow and look up at him bravely.

“I-It hurts!”

“Address me properly.”

“C-Captain, it hurts!”

He narrows his eyes, “No. I asked you how does daddy’s dick feel?”

Your jaw drops open, and it looks like you’ve momentarily forgotten that he’s currently trying to impale you with his huge dick. Your face has the audacity to look mortified, and he wonders how innocent you truly are.

“I can’t… I can’t call you… That’s wrong!” you sputter, looking almost – dare Steve think it – cute. With your wide eyes and indignant gaze and delicious pouty lips in the shape of an o. You seem to blurt out your next words without even thinking: “Y-You’re not my dad!”

Steve barks out a laugh before he can stop himself, but he straightens his face almost immediately, reaching up to grip your chin harshly between his thumb and forefinger. Faced with your horror-struck reaction to calling him daddy, he now wants you to address him as that and nothing else.

“Listen, sweetheart. You may have noticed by now that you don’t get much of a say in what happens to you tonight,” he licks up your jawline before his lips brush against your mouth, and he speaks in a whisper, “Now answer my question. And address me properly. Or else.”

You look mortified, scrunching your eyes shut as you breath rapidly in and out. “It… It hurts…daddy.”

Steve feels like he’ll bust a nut right there and then. He doesn’t think he’s ever been more turned on. You’re so small and shy, so tiny and naïve and scared like a baby, and now you’re calling him daddy in that sexy, shaky voice of yours. Goddamn, what a sexy little slut you were. And he’d take care of you tonight, just like any daddy would. Oh… damn right he’d be your daddy tonight. God fucking dammit, you were such a little slut for calling him that!

With a renewed, carnal type of lust, Steve grabs your legs and hoists them over his shoulders. You yelp as he folds you in half like a goddamned pretzel. And the juxtaposition, the visual of your naked body underneath him still in his bloodied suit from the mission – God, it turns him on so much. He presses another kiss to your lips, guiding you into making out with him, wanting you to get obsessed with the idea of kissing him. And then he pulls away, and looks you right in the eye.

“Now you can scream.”

“Huh?”

He slams into you so fucking hard, he’s sure you see stars. And if you were screaming loudly before, it’s nothing compared to now. His entire floor is sound-proofed, but he’s sure the people above and below can hear you. He’s pushed himself far deeper into you, so deep that he senses something rip inside you again. And you’re crying, your little fists pounding against his chest, and yet Steve grits his teeth and mutters, “take it, just fucking take it,” pushing into you bit by bit, inch by inch, so determined to finally get his cock all the way inside you. Pulling out a bit, then pushing in some more while your tight walls try to push him out but he’s so much fucking stronger than you.

A deep rumble emanates past his lips when he finally – fucking finally – bottoms out inside you, and he leans down to press his forehead over yours so he can savour the moment. You were his, completely, irrevocably, undeniably his. You whimper and cry underneath him but it’s music to his ears, your sweet reaction to him popping your cherry, completely snatching away your virginity and possessing it as his forever. He looks down to where you two meet, sees your pussy stretched out completely around his girthy dick, and it makes him want to spontaneously combust.

“You’re mine.” Steve breathes against your lips, and for the second time tonight, the image of you as his little bride flits through his mind. Yes, you’d make a very fitting bride for him. Small and submissive and innocent. And he’d never taken marriage seriously before now but… well, how could he give you up? When he’d taken your virginity and made you his? How could he possibly send you back to wherever you’d come from? The mere thought fills him with vitriolic rage. No. You were to stay with Steve, and you’d be his bride. His wife. His. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

You don’t argue this time, or even hesitate. He knows he’s broken you when you look up at him, dazed expression on your face. “I’m – I’m yours, daddy.”

Fuck. And you’d gone and called him daddy again without him even having to prompt you. Yes. That more than sealed your fate. You would be his now. His girl. His wife. He’d keep you locked up in his room forever, the same reward that he’d look forward to coming home to after every mission.

“How does it feel to have your baby pussy split open on my cock, sweetheart?” He presses kisses down the nape of your neck, excitement rippling through him at his impulsive decision to make you his wife. The thrill of finding a bride as cute as you makes him want to kiss you even more, and he nips at your neck before reaching your lips, pecking them once, twice, three times. All while you look up at him with glassy, wet eyes and a pitiful expression mixed with something else.

“Please,” you breathe quietly against his lips, and with sapped energy you manage to grab a fistful of his suit, pulling it to get his attention, “Please, make it hurt less. Please.”

Steve smirks, pulling out of you and preparing to slam back in. But he grows distracted by the sight of his cock, completely coated scarlet with your blood. Your virgin blood. The pillow under your ass is stained with drops of dark crimson too, and he’s never seen anything like it. Fuck. He’d really done a number on you, hadn’t he? And he hadn’t even begun fucking you yet.

I deserve this, he thinks to himself.

He slams into you again, the gasp dying in your mouth when he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look down at where you two meet. Your eyes grow wider, your mouth dropping open as you shake your head in disbelief at the sight of your pussy so stretched out to accommodate his girth.

“What’re those conservative parents of yours gonna think when they find out their good little girl just got her pussy ripped apart by a man twice her age?”

You swallow and shake your head, “I–I…”

“Answer me!”

“They’d be d-d-disappointed!” You cry out, ripping your gaze away from the sight of his dick penetrating your formerly virgin pussy, instead looking up at him instead, your mouth looking so deliciously pouty.

Steve smiles wickedly, “It’s a good thing you’re not their little girl anymore, huh? You’re mine now, so their opinion doesn’t matter.”

“Th-They like you! They’re fans of you… They wouldn’t like this at all! OH MY GOD!” You gasp, and he has to hold you down to keep you from sliding upwards from the power of his thrusts. You cry out once more, “W-Was supposed to – ah! – wait till I was married…”

The mention of marriage has Steve imagining you as his little bride once more. He already owned your body, mind and soul – but the marriage certificate would make sure he owned you under the eyes of the law too. His kept woman you’d be, fluttering around his apartment like a bird in a gilded cage. Or maybe he’d move you into one of the suburban properties he owned, where he could come home to you and relieve all his tension and worries. Yes. It would be perfect. He’d make all the arrangements tomorrow…

For now, he focuses back on fucking you silly. Pulling out all the way, he rams his dick straight back into your cunt, and you let out a sound that’s a mix between a squeak and a moan. He looks down at you curiously.

“You like that? You like daddy’s big dick?” He grabs your hands, squeezing them tightly.

“T-Too big!” Your eyes flutter shut as if you’re about to pass out again. “C-Captain, please slow down! H-Hurts so bad!”

Steve bristles. Hadn’t he explicitly told you to call him daddy? After all, he’d be your daddy now. You wouldn’t be your father’s property after tonight. No, you were Steve’s. He was your daddy, and he’d take care of you because you’d soon become his bride. But he wouldn’t have an insolent, insubordinate wife who couldn’t take instructions well. That wouldn’t do at all.

He grunts, letting go of your hands and wrapping his fingers around your throat instead. You squeal in protest but it lands on deaf ears. His other hand presses down over your mouth once more.

“Shut up!” He snaps, “Stop squealing like a little bitch. It hurts but you’re just going to have to take it. And you better start calling me daddy, or else I’ll drag you back downstairs and fuck you in front of everyone.” He only means it as a threat, but he knows by the way your breath hitches that you’re innocent enough to believe him.

He removes his hand from your lips and taps you roughly on your cheek, “Tell me you understand.”

You nod, receiving a harder tap on your cheek and a menacing look.

“I-I understand, daddy, I – oh – oh my!”

He thrusts into you with such force, he knows you’re seeing stars. And it’s subtle, but Steve catches it. He catches the shift in your expression, this unfamiliar spark in your eye as if you don’t know what’s happening with your body. But Steve knows. Your body is finally starting to respond to his cruel ministrations – just like he knew you would. You were an innocent little baby but you were also a horny little slut who was enjoying getting fucked by a man like him.

“It’s starting to feel good, huh?” Steve whispers against your lips, imagining the different ways he’d take you for the rest of the night. Of course, you’d probably pass out again once he was done with this first round. But after that? Maybe he’d put you on top of him, bounce you up and down on his cock and get in even deeper that way. Or he’d make you suck his cock, or maybe he’d manhandle you till you were on his face, rubbing that sweet, gorgeous little baby cunt on his –

“I-I don’t understand!” You cry, and he feels you wiggle your hips subtly as if you’re trying to do it without him noticing, “Feels…feels…oh, oh god!” With abandon, your head lolls back and you rut your hips up against his dick, meeting his thrusts. Steve chuckles, a satisfied feeling spreading across his chest.

“All that crying and screaming, just for you to enjoy getting fucked by me,” Steve murmurs, brushing your hair off your face so he can gauge your expression better. You look so pitiful, biting your lip and looking up at him with wet eyes, humping up against his dick and your eyes reflecting the confusion you felt. “But don’t worry, all little girls like you love getting fucked by their daddy. It’s only natural, sweetheart.”

“D-Daddy, please,” you pant, and now your hands come up to grip a fistful of his suit, and he knows that you don’t even understand the pleasure you’re slowly starting to feel. And you’re gripping his cock so tight as he rams in and out of you, building up a steady pace now. He knows he’s found your g-spot and he’s pounding against it, but you have no fucking clue and it’s the hottest fucking thing ever.

“Look at you, humping your baby pussy up against daddy’s dick,” Steve shakes his head as if he’s reprimanding you. He spits down on your face, wanting you even messier. His hand leaves your throat as he shoves two of his fingers past your lips, spreading them open and spitting again. His saliva lands on your tongue, “Swallow it, you nasty fucking slut. I knew I’d make you my little slut before the night was through. I said fucking swallow it. That’s right. Good girl.”

“Ah, ah, ah– tingles… I – daddy! P-Please, I don’t know what’s – AH!”

 Your breathless moans and nonsensical garbles are like music to his ears, but nothing compares to the way you clamp down on his cock when you suddenly squirt around it. The way you squeak and clutch him tightly, and he fucks you through your orgasm. Your very first orgasm while getting fucked, and it’s so fucking sexy the way your tight walls flutter around him. God, he could get used to this feeling – buried deep inside your wet, tight snatch every single night from here on out.

“Did daddy make you feel good?” He breathes, hips moving like a jackhammer, his balls slapping against your pussy as he continues to fuck you.

You nod timidly, wiped out from your orgasm to say anything else. He smirks, watching your breasts bounce up and down as he fucks the living daylights out of you and you just lie there beneath him and take it. As if a part of you had understood that this was to be your job from here on out – his little fuckdoll, his little prize after God knows how many listless years of saving the world, saving people who he didn’t give a flying fuck about.

He’d won countless medals of honour, rewarding him for his bravery in serving his country, in saving his people. But you were his true prize, with your tight cunt that was his and his only. And how jealous every other man would be! He knew they already envied his physique, his fame, his authority. Now all those assholes would have another reason to envy him – because his little bride was the most innocent, most vulnerable, most beautiful girl they’d ever lay their eyes on. And it would be his bed in which you’d be, night after night, waiting with spread legs for him to fuck you.

Of course, he’d fuck other women if he so wanted to. Steve didn’t believe in love or monogamy. He believed in ownership, though. And he owned you, every part of you from your cunt to your soul. You wouldn’t even look at another man ever again, or else Steve would have you killed. And the thought of you with another man is what incenses him even more.

With a low growl, he pulls out of you. Your eyes shoot open, your mouth pausing mid-moan to look up at him desperately. Your cunt shamelessly humps the air, and he can’t believe what a little harlot you’ve turned into after your first taste of sex. He looks down at his blood-covered dick, grabbing it by the base. He lays his fat cock on your stomach, painting your smooth skin scarlet with your own virginal blood. The sight turns him on even more, and with another growl, he puts your legs down and flips you over on your stomach.

He grabs your ankle, dragging you to the foot of the bed while you squeak in protest and confusion. He gets off the bed, standing up to his full height as you cower beneath him, looking back at him over your shoulder warily, a trail of blood on the sheets from where he’d dragged you.

“Hands and knees,” he orders, “and don’t fucking make me repeat myself.”

This time, you do obey pretty quickly. Mustering up whatever energy you have left, you shakily get on your hands and knees. He grabs your hips just in time, keeping you upright before your body has a chance to collapse. Your legs are shaking and he knows your body can’t take much more. He doesn’t care, because he owns your body and you’ll take what he gives you.

“Nice ass,” he smirks, squeezing and kneading your ass cheeks liberally before giving your ass a hard smack that has your knees buckling. He hoists you back up by your hips, “Thank me for the compliment, sweetheart.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy.” You answer almost at once, and Steve grins wolfishly. He’s broken you. He bets you’d do just about anything to please him now. He bets you’ve forgotten about your life back home, and all your tiny mind can think about now is your daddy and his big cock.

With a grunt, Steve pistons his fat cock inside you once more. And god, from this angle, with your gorgeous, perky ass right in his fucking face, he feels like he’s going to blow his load any second. You start moaning again, rocking your hips backwards, garbling “please” and “daddy” and other nonsense. Your ass bounces with each thrust, and Steve can’t help but slap it brutally hard, over and over again, wanting you even more bruised and bloody than you already are right now.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he asks, slapping and pinching your ass while he watches his dick disappear inside your sexy cunt over and over again, “you tried to act all innocent and cute, telling me you had fucking homework to do tonight, fuck!” He lifts your hips up off the bed to get a better angle, till he’s holding your entire lower body up in the air.  It gives him better leverage, since he’s so tall, and he fucks you on his dick like you were nothing more than a fleshlight.

“I – ah, daddy! – I d-do have h-h-homework – OH MY GOD!”

It just gets Steve even harder, hearing you be so innocent despite being held up and fucked like a dog. You’ve got your elbows propped on the mattress to keep you up, your legs flailing helplessly as he holds your hips in the air, ramming you repeatedly with his fat cock till he knows you’re seeing stars.

“Forget about your fucking homework from now on,” he spits out, grabbing your ass lewdly and jiggling it, fascinated by how it bounces so cutely. “There’s no way I’m letting you go back to that college of yours.”

“Wh-What?”

He doesn’t answer, and the room is filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin, the carnal sound of Steve staking his claim on you. With all his other rewards, he’d be done in about fifteen minutes. You, he’d have you all night if he could. Well, he can – he’s built like a fucking tank with stamina for days. You, on the other hand, keep looking like you’re going to pass out and he’s pretty sure he’s done some type of damage to your pussy. He’d have SHIELD’s physician check you tomorrow.

He throws you back down on the bed, not giving you a chance to even catch your breath before he’s on top of you, flipping you on your back and urgently pressing his lips to yours. Much to his smugness, this time you respond as if it’s muscle memory, kissing him back as best as you can. And for a person who’s just learnt how to kiss, you sure were extremely desperate for it. You keep kissing him even when he enters back into you for the third time, fucking you on your back and this time you wrap your arms and legs around him like a goddamned koala bear, your kisses growing more fervent till Steve pulls away and chuckles against your lips.

“You like kissing me?” He finds himself asking you, holding you in place beneath him as he fucks you hard, but his one hand comes up to grip your chin so you don’t look away, “be honest, baby. You like kissing daddy?”

Your eyes widen in fear at the direct question, and he watches the panic on your face. But then your features contort in pleasure as he repeatedly hits that spot deep inside you, and you nod desperately, surging up to kiss him again but he pushes you back down.

“Use your words.”

“Ah, y-yes, I do, okay!? I like it! P-Please!”

You start doing that thing again, humping pathetically up into him as if to meet his thrusts. And he wonders if you realise how easy he’s truly going on you. He reckons he’s using about five percent of his power right now as he rams into you repeatedly. Any more than that and he’s sure he’d shatter your pelvis or cause permanent damage.

“Kiss me, then.” Steve says, not knowing why he sounds so gentle. He probably had something stuck in his throat, but he doesn’t dwell over it because, like a good little girl, you obey him. Your needy lips, your desperate tongue poking against his in a perfect kiss. He groans into your mouth, his thrusts going sloppy as your cunt squeezes around him because you’re so turned on by him kissing you.

“Am I… A-Am I doing this right, daddy?” You breathe, batting those fucking sexy, innocent eyes up at him.

Steve smirks, “You’re fine.”

You’re more than fine, of course – but he doesn’t need you knowing that. He needs you to be as insecure as possible. It made you even hotter, the look of self-doubt that you have on your face right now. He’s violated your body, he’s still violating your body, and yet all you seem to be focusing on is the fact that he thinks your kissing is “fine.” Not good, not great… but fine.

You kiss him once more, even more desperately this time, as if you’re trying to prove something. Steve relishes how easy it is to play with your mind, how naïve you are. How much he’ll enjoy playing with you when he makes you his wife. He continues pistoning his dick inside you as he lets his mind wander.

All the others would be so fucking jealous of him – even Bucky, who had a girl already but Bucky’s girl was nothing compared to you. He’d drag you around the whole building, the whole headquarters, the whole compound, showing you off like a shiny, new toy. That’s what you were – his very own toy.

He’d take you into meetings with him, make you sit on his lap and play with you in front of everyone. And he’d chop the dick off of anyone who looked at you in a way he didn’t like. He’d make you wear pretty dresses, make you look like a cute little housewife, train you to answer his every command. Fuck yeah, you’d be his reward. He deserved you, after all he had sacrificed for his country, for the world.

“D-Daddy, I’m feelin- tingly again!” you moan, your words shaky from how hard he’s fucking into you. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist and in return he clutches you harder, determined to make you squirt again before he had his own release.

“Oh yeah? What does it feel like?”

“D-Daddy – nngh…ah, I–I–”

He swats your clit harshly, making you howl in what he knows is pleasure. His dick hammers in and out of you unforgivingly, and you’re such a fucking slut, humping up against him, crying for your release. And it’s such a far cry from how much you were resisting him at first, he can’t believe what a little slut he’s reduced you to in such little time.

“Stupid girl, can’t even talk anymore, can you?” he mocks, pinching your clit meanly, bullying it as he rubs it fiercely. Till you’re thrashing underneath him, so desperate to cum that you don’t even care that your body is betraying you. “Tell me you’re a stupid little girl!”

“Oh fuck! I’m a – a – a stupid little girl!”

He can see the remnants of your tears stained to your cheeks, and he feels a carnal level of possession within him. With a growl, he lewdly licks the side of your face, claiming his territory, tasting your salty tears. Roughly, he tugs your hair, pulling your head to the side and biting down on your neck. So hard that he draws blood, and then he licks that up too. God, what a little slut you were – a slut disguised as an angel and you were making him act like a motherfucking animal.

And now the side of your neck sported his bite mark, your porcelain perfect skin marred by his branding of you. And this was just the beginning – Steve already knows that he plans to mark you in many different ways. Tomorrow, he’d get one of the agents to bring over a tattoo artist to tattoo his initials somewhere on your body. Maybe right above your baby cunt, just so you would always remember who you belonged to. He smirks, and wonders what your conservative parents would think of that.

“What would your parents think now, sweetheart?” He asks, grabbing one of your legs and hoisting it over his shoulder for a better angle. And you’re so pliable, so easily going along with whatever he’s doing to you like a perfect little doll. “What would they think of their perfect little girl getting fucked by Captain America like it’s her fucking job?”

You panic, as if the mention of your parents is a reminder of how wrong this all is for you – not that Steve gives a fuck. Biting your lip to keep from moaning at all the sensations you’re feeling, you shake your head. Only for him to slap you not so lightly on the cheek.

“Answer me, baby girl.”

“They’d – ah – they’d hate this, they’d be upset, they’d – OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” You scream out all of a sudden, your pussy walls gripping him like a vice, “O-Oh, I��m feelin– I gotta–”

“Hold it.” Steve hisses warningly.

But you don’t. Of course, you don’t. Babies like you couldn’t hold orgasms for shit. And you cum, crying for him and gripping him tightly, and Steve feels like he’s going to lose it with how sexy it feels. It feels like your cunt is trying to swallow him up, crying for his seed as it pulsates around his fat cock that continues to move in and out.

“Bad girl,” Steve chastises, giving you another not-so-gentle slap on the cheek because you look like you’re about to faint again. He jostles you with the forces of his dick, still ramming in and out of you at lightning speed. “You do things without permission a lot at home?”

You have the audacity to, despite everything, look indignant: “N-No, never, I never–”

“Then what made you think you could cum without your daddy’s permission?”

Your lips purse as if you’re about to cry, and you blink up at him so goddamned innocent. Steve’s honestly surprised he’s still going, surprised he hasn’t busted a fucking nut with how goddamned cute and sexy you are.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I couldn’t – ah! – I had to, I–I–”

“Give me another one,” he orders you darkly.

“Wh-What–”

“You heard me. Cum for daddy again. Since you like doing it so much.”

Frantically, you shake your head, “C-Can’t! Too much, daddy, it’s too much– O-O-HHH GOD!”

He reaches down to strum your clit before a dark thought crosses his mind. His fingers slip lower, gathering the wetness of your pussy along the way. Lower, between the cleft of your ass cheeks. He can’t resist giving one of your perky cheeks a hard smack, before going straight for your puckered hole. He circles it with his thumb and your body stiffens in shock and horror.

“N-No, daddy, no please, that’s wrong, that’s–”

Steve shoves his finger in your tight, virgin asshole. He hadn’t been planning on defiling that third hole tonight, but oh well. And it’s even tighter than your pussy, and you clench against his digit like a fucking whore because he knows you like it. You like your daddy’s finger up there. His fucked up little wife-to-be… God, you were so perfect for him.

 With his fat cock, Steve fucks your pussy and at the same time, his huge finger fucks your tiny ass. Pumping in and out of your tiny hole while you cry and yet once more you slowly begin humping up against him. As if the depravity of it all turned you on even more – which he knew it did.

Your hand tugs at his bicep, making him shift his gaze back up to you.

“It’s happening again, daddy, it’s– d-don’t stop, I–”

Steve licks his lips, “Say you’ll marry me.”

Your eyes widen the most they have all night, “Wh-What?!”

“Say it!” He orders, “Say it or else I’ll fucking stop and leave you hanging. Say you’ll marry me, be my wife and do whatever the fuck I tell you to do.”

“N-No, I–”

He stills his hips, only for you to shake your head and grip his arm harder in desperation, humping up against him hopelessly.

“Say it. Say you’re daddy’s little bride. Fucking say it.”

“I-I’m daddy’s little bride, okay? I’ll do it, daddy, I’ll marry you, I – OH FUCK, PLEASE – I’ll do whatever you say, I, just please, I–” You’ve lost it, completely lost it as new tears swell from your eyes and you beg him as if you have no shame at all. And Steve feels all the pride and smugness in the world as he resumes fucking you, knowing he won’t last any longer after this carnal display of submission from you.

“Cum.” He orders you, “right now, sweetheart, do what I say and cum for daddy.”

You squirt so violently around his cock, that your whole body shakes and shudders, you’re so overwhelmed by pleasure. Toes curled and tears streaking your face, you hold him so tightly that he’s surprised by your strength, and you keep moaning his name, you keep moaning “daddy” over and over again as if he got his agents to reprogramme your brain and it’s all you know how to say now.

“That’s right, baby girl,” he mutters lowly, “squeeze that pretty little princess cunt around daddy’s dick. You’re such a good fucking girl.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy,” your meek response, barely audible by how quietly you say it, is not something he expected, and it goes straight to his dick. Not you, not his little bride, thanking him for deflowering you in the most brutal way possible? Fuck, he’d broken you. You’d be licking the palm of his hand by tomorrow; he just knew it.

The thought makes him shudder, his dick twitches and then he unloads inside you. Spurt after spurt unloaded straight into your pussy, and it’s such a satisfying feeling, pumping you full of his seed. Filling you the fuck up, and he’s glad he didn’t use the fucking condom. And there’s so much of his cum, because of the serum of course, so much that it doesn’t even fit inside you. It pours out of you and you watch with wide eyes before letting out a soft cry.

“I’m not… I’m not protected, I don’t take birth control, I–I…” Your voice trails off, too weak to voice any more protestations as Steve continues to empty himself inside you, your words having no effect on him whatsoever.

“Good. You’d be lucky to carry my child.” Steve informs you, his cock already thickening again at the thought of him knocking you up. He’d never had an interest in having children before now, but fucking a whole family into you seems like the hottest fucking thing he could do right now. Captain America: the family man. It made sense for his image.

Your protests fall on deaf ears, and he remains inside you, till he’s finally emptied out and your poor, raw pussy is overflowing with his cum. But he stays on top of you, propped up on his elbows as he watches you underneath him. Your chest rising and falling as you breathe, and you’re so pretty, and he can’t help but lean down to kiss you again. Once, twice, three times. He frowns when you don’t kiss him back, drawing back to take another look at you.

Your eyes have fluttered shut. Your body couldn’t take it. You’ve passed out once more.

Steve smirks, feeling himself hardening up again inside you. He had absolutely no qualms with fucking you back to consciousness again.

***

It’s gone past midnight when Steve hears a knock on his door. He calls for them to come in, and two SHIELD agents appear in his doorway. The same two who always come to take away his rewards after he’s done with them.

The female agent’s jaw twitches at the sight. Steve on the bed, having changed and washed up with a quick shower. And you’re next to him, passed out on the bloodied sheets. Steve reckons you look beautiful, like you’re sleeping.

“Would you like for us to take her away, Captain?” The male agent asks.

“No. She will stay with me. Contact her family and let them know, make them pack a bag for her and make sure it arrives here by tomorrow.”

The male agent nods, but the female – it’s always the damned females, Steve scorns – she hesitates.

“Captain, she looks like she’s in bad shape. Maybe–”

“That will be all.” Steve interrupts, “you can leave now.”

They do, and Steve turns his attentions back to you – his little girl, as you begin to stir.

“Shhh,” he orders, when you open your mouth to speak. Your eyes look bleary, you look confused, wondering whether all this was a dream or not. Steve’s in no mood to indulge you, and yet he presses his thumb past your lips. And fuck, it goes straight to his dick when you readily accept it, sucking his thumb like a baby as you blink up at him.

His beautiful, broken little bride.

“Go back to sleep.” Steve tells you, “Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day for us. You need all the rest you can get.”

Yes, tomorrow. When he’d parade you around his teammates as Captain America’s little bride. It would be perfect. His forever reward.

Tony had his alcohol, Sam had his parties, Bruce had his research and Bucky had some girl. But Steve? Steve had drawn the best cards out of all of them. Because he had you. Your submission, your devotion. You.

He deserved this.

AKFSLA THE END!! Steve's inner monologue was unhinged af. I know! Please, please let me know what you think!!! It would mean the world, please do reblog and leave feedback!!! I have been writing this for around two weeks and would love to know what you think!!! As usual, thanks so much for reading my work and supporting me!!! I love you guys!! SORRY IF IT SUCKED ASDAGNL.

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Real Love

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

The Loud House Universe

Masterlist

Summary: Reader comes home after a night out with friends

W/c: 2.3k

When Natasha gets a knock at her bedroom door, she’s a bit surprised. She wasn’t expecting any company at this time of night. Not that people came knocking at her door anyway. Natasha’s a lone wolf. She’s content with being by herself. Since joining the Avengers she’s made the effort to embrace the team and everything that comes with it. Group meals, training, maybe even a movie night if she’s feeling up to it. Tonight is not one of those nights. She’s been reading in her bedroom for the past hour. Her legs perched high enough to rest her book. She’s read it a dozen times before. 

Pride and Prejudice. A cliche she knows. It brings back good memories for her. Back in Ohio, when she was young, Melina had gone to the library and picked out a few things. She was supposed to play the part of a quiet and observant older child. So, she came back to Natasha’s bedroom with a summer reading list and a pile of books. Most of them were on Natasha’s level. They were things she could read and enjoy. Others were more difficult. The material was hard to grasp. Not only that but she was also not a native English speaker so she struggled for a bit. Nonetheless, she enjoyed the books given to her and picked this one as her favorite. Books distracted her from the world and sometimes she needed that. 

The only thing that could distract her from her favorite pastime is you. Considering you’ve been out all night and not texted her it shouldn’t be a problem. Except she’s annoyed by it. Not your lack of response. Not really. She’s angry at herself for caring a little too much. Even a year into your relationship Natasha has to remind herself to calm down. It’s the first time she’s ever been in love. The first time she’d ever cared for someone. She didn’t want to ruin it with jealous or overprotective tendencies. So, she sent one text a few hours ago. Just to check up on you. Then another about something random. To which you didn’t reply. It’s fine. She’s a busy person too. She’s survived without you. Which is why she’s been sitting here for the past hour reading the same page. 

When the person at Natasha’s door knocks again, she blows out a puff of air. Surely they knew to leave her alone. Most of the guys wouldn’t dare disturb her. Except maybe Tony. His lack of boundaries pissed her off. It was all love though and she’s learning to understand that too. Natasha closes her book gently and walks over to her door. She grips the knob to swing it open only to find you on the other end. 

You’re energetic and bouncy. You’re wearing a short and tight dress that almost leaves nothing to the imagination. Your hair is done up. Makeup is immaculate. Almost the opposite of Natasha right now who's wearing a tank top and shorts. You surge forward, throwing your arms around her, before pulling back.

“Hi, Tasha, your friend let me in,” You provide to her before she can ask. 

“Hi,” Natasha is a bit confused but returns your enthusiasm. “Where have you been?” Natasha begins to ask but she’s interrupted by your lips on hers. You give her a few pecks, using a thumb to wipe your lipstick from her lips before you look into her eyes. “Have you been drinking?”

“Have I?” You grin. “I have.” You nod. “I missed you so much. We can talk more. I really have to pee.” You inform her before you rush past her and into her ensuite bathroom. Natasha stands, stupefied, before she closes the bedroom door and locks it. She walks over to your kicked-off stilettos and sets them neatly against a wall. 

“Where’s Karen?” Natasha asks. 

“Probably somewhere giving a blow job who knows,” You answer back. “Preferably to Steve Rogers.”

“Okay, ew,” Natasha shakes her head. She walks over to her dresser drawer to find your spare clothes. There’s no way she would be letting you go home like this. She finds you a proper outfit and places it on a chair for you. She moves to sit on the bed again, propping herself up against the headboard. She listens to the flush of the toilet and then the running water. There’s silence for a few more minutes before you come out. 

You look over at her with a pout. 

“You’re angry with me?” You point out. Natasha’s expression doesn’t give away her feelings. Her arms are folded against her chest. “Come on, baby, don’t be mad.” You drawl as you walk over to her. Only it’s not as coordinated with all of the liquor in your system. You lean over Natasha, your arms on each side of her leg, as you lean closer to her face.

“I’m not mad,” The lie slips so easily from Natasha’s mouth that you almost believe it. You’d like to think you know her well by now. You tap her legs, drumming your little beat, and she rolls her eyes. 

 “I’m sorry I didn’t text back. My phone died. I forced Karen to come here with me just to show you I was okay.” You stand proudly with your hands on your hips. You make a turn for her, showing off your nonexistent injuries, not missing the way her eyes fall on your ass. Which looks amazing in this dress by the way. You lean over again, not giving her any space, as you speak. “I love you?” You try. 

“I love you too,” Natasha says back automatically. No hesitation and your heart soars. You kiss her. Once, twice, and another before you’re pulling back. “I was worried about you. I know you’re an adult.”

“I like that you’re worried,” You assure her. “I worry about you too all the time.” You confess as you begin to strip yourself free of the dress. Natasha watches as you reveal yourself and all your glory. No underwear of any kind. You don’t shy away from her gaze. Instead, you walk over to the pajamas and put them on. 

“What did you guys do?” Natasha questions. 

“Oh, just bar hopping,” You say. “The usual. I drank a few too many drinks. One more semester of law school. Then I’m free.” You smile. You walk back into the bathroom to grab a few towels and wet them. Natasha holds her hands out to take them when you return. You sit in front of her patiently as she begins to clean your face free of makeup. 

“Will you stop moving?” Natasha says gruffly. 

“You can’t be mad anymore,”

“I’m not mad,” Natasha sighs. “You turn into a three-year-old when you’re drunk.”

“I resent that,” You argue. “I think I give a modest seven. I didn’t need your help going to the bathroom.”

“You’re right,” Natasha sets the towels aside. “There, all better.”

“Thank you, baby,” You slur. You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her down to the bed with you. You plant wet kisses all over her face. Most of which she doesn’t wipe off. “I love you so much.” You say and Natasha chuckles. 

“I love drunk you,” Natasha says. 

“I know,” You nod. “I would suggest we have sex. Which, I mean, let’s face it I would honestly love to see you cum right now.” You hold nothing back. “I would much rather cuddle. Mainly because I can feel the earth spinning and it won’t be pretty if I puke.”

“Hmm,” Natasha hums. “Good choice.”

“I’m totally open to morning sex though,” You suggest instead. 

“Noted,” Natasha allows you to lie your head on her shoulder. For a few moments you’re too silent, she thinks you’ve fallen asleep. 

“Do you love me?” You lift your head. 

“I do,” Natasha looks into your eyes. 

“Oh, because I was just making sure,” You inform her. “I need to know because when I ask you to marry me I don’t want to be blindsided or anything.”

Natasha’s heart soars and sinks at the same time. The thought of marriage terrifies her. The fact that you’ve been thinking about it? She likes the idea. If she would allow herself to admit it she would want to. Widows are not made for love. Replays in her head for far longer than she’d like. 

“Hello, are you going to accept my proposal?” You poke at her belly. 

“Is this a proposal?” Natasha raises a brow. “I hoped it would be much better than this.”

“No, no,” You shake your head. You agree with her. “It would be much better. So much better.”

“Good,” Natasha smiles. “You should allow yourself to sleep.”

“I can’t,” You sigh. Your hands travel along her body, resting on her hips, and then her ass. You kiss her again. “I can’t stop thinking about how much fun I’m having with you. How when you’re my wife I’m going to spoil you so much. I promise orgasms every day.”

“Every day huh?” Natasha just may hold you to it. 

“I can’t wait to see you with our babies,” You continue. That makes Natasha stiffen. She hasn’t thought about this aspect. Or telling you that she can’t carry. She didn’t think you would get this far. “Don’t worry. We’ll have help. My mom loves you. She would do anything you asked for.”

“We’ve only ever talked on the phone,” Natasha swallows thickly. 

“Even still she sees how happy you make me.” You tell her. “And I’m sorry if I’m scaring you with all this. It’s just the liquor is giving me a lot of courage right now and I mean a lot.” You giggle.

“I can see,” Nathasha muses. “I like you like this.”

“Good,” You nod. “Do you know that song by Mary J. Blige?”

“Who?” Natasha dares to say and you surge forward. 

“You don’t know Auntie Mary?” You gasp. You look horrified and for a second Natasha is wondering if you’re talking about a real aunt. 

“I’m Russian,” Natasha shrugs. 

“No, babe, this is, I can’t,” You shake your head. “You have taken this too far.” You sigh. You sit up to look around the room. “Oh, F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you play Real Love by Mary J. Blige?” You call out to the AI system. 

“Sure, now playing Real Love by Mary J Blige,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. responds before the first few notes of the song begin to play surround sound. Natasha watches as you begin to bop to the music with a smile on her face. 

“Baby, you don’t know real music until you’ve listened to Mary,” You laugh. You stand, dancing around the bedroom, singing along to the lyrics, and all around having a bit too much fun. 

We are lovers through and through

And though we made it through the storm

I really want you to realize, that I really want to put you on

I've been searching for someone to satisfy my every need

Won't you be my inspiration?

Be the real love that I need

Real love, I'm searching for a real love

Someone to set my heart free

Real love, I'm searching for a real love

“That’s you,” You point to her. Natasha laughs this time. A full-on belly laugh. “You and Karen and Denise are like my best friends in the entire world. I know I’m always doing work or busy with something but, I enjoy my time with you.” You dance circles around the room before you move over to plop onto the bed. 

“Are you not going to sleep tonight?” Natasha asks as you mash your face into the pillows. Your energy seems to have gone as you take a deep breath before turning your head towards her. 

“Of course I am,” You say without opening your eyes. “I’m gunning for that morning sex. That requires me to sleep.”

Natasha hums again. She fishes her book out from under you and places it on a nightstand. 

“Can I tell you something?” You ask, looking to Natasha for confirmation. She nods. She helps you under the covers and orders F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn off the music. “You really satisfy me. And I know I’ve had sex before. Great sex even.” Natasha raises a brow. Was there a point to this? “You’re the first person I’ve been with where I’m truly satisfied. Physically, emotionally, all that stuff. I just really enjoy being with you and the fact that you care if I’m having a good time and the orgasms are great. I mean ten out of ten all around.”

Natasha chuckles. She’s sure you won’t remember ninety percent of this night. Though it’s great to know that her skills in bed are a winning factor for you. 

“Come here,” You turn to your side and raise your arms for her to come and lie in your embrace. Your hands again return to her ass and she doesn’t mention it. She likes them there. “I know you’re scared sometimes. I know that a relationship isn’t what you’re used to and I know I dropped a lot of shit on you tonight. I may come off a little strong sometimes. I just can’t go without saying it you know? I love you, Natasha. If I get to marry you I’d be the happiest woman in the world.” You begin your butt massage right there for her. 

“I know,” Natasha begins. “I love you too. I need you to know that. I want to marry you too.” Natasha says. She’s going to continue but your hands have fallen limp against her backside. She raises her eyes to look up at you but you’re already asleep. She has no idea if you heard anything she’s said. Oh well. She’d save it for later. She rests her head on your chest again, allowing you to hold her, as she falls asleep to the sound of your heartbeat. 

[wintersoldiersoul]

Tolerate It

A/N: I think I might make a part 2 to this... if you guys would want that lmk!

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Bucky shuts you out. (Based on Tolerate It by Taylor Swift)

Warnings: sad, Bucky is kind of an ass, angst,

It started a few months ago when a mission went wrong. You watched helplessly as the Winter Soldier trigger words were spoken in Bucky’s ear. You screamed and cried, begging and hoping that the deprogramming he had gone through had really stuck. You saw him shift for only a minute before he regained control. But you saw it. That cold emptiness in his eyes was terrifying.

You tried to comfort him as best you could afterwards. You cooked him all of his favorite meals, decorating the table with flowers and the nicest plates you owned, hoping that maybe it would bring just a tiny bit of excitement back to his life. You tried to make everything as easy as possible for him, washing every single dish in the sink, doing his laundry, you just wanted him to focus on feeling better.  But the things that happened on that mission had shaken him and it wasn’t something that your affection could fix.

Every time though, he would notice the meal on the table and walk right by you without even saying a word. He saw his laundry, clean and folded in the drawers, and would only respond by giving you an empty look. You knew he was going through a hard time but eventually, you started to believe that it was your fault. He didn’t love you anymore. He just tolerated you.

You gave him space, hoping and praying that eventually he’d be okay. That the light inside of him would turn back on and he would go back to the man you had given your heart to. But life doesn't work like that.

Nothing had returned to normal, even now. Bucky was functioning again, going on missions, hanging out with Steve and Sam, but with you, he was different. Gone was the loving man who would tear down buildings for you. You barely even saw him. He’d leave in the morning before you were awake and come back long after you went to sleep, stumbling in drunk and passing out on the couch. The two of you hadn’t exchanged more than a few words a day for months. And it was breaking you apart.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Being in this limbo where you were his yet you weren’t. Part of you wished he’d just break up with you so that you could try to move on. You’d never have the heart to leave him. 

It was 3am. You were wide awake and based on the sound of the TV out in the living room, you knew he was, too. You got out of bed and wrapped your blanket around yourself before making your way out to the living room. Bucky was seated on the couch, eyes on the TV screen but not really watching it.

You tentatively sat down, waiting for his mouth to open to tell you to go away. “Buck,” you said quietly, reaching your hand out to take his. He flinched when he felt your flesh graze his, quickly pulling away. “Bucky, please,” you pleaded. You wanted to hug him so badly. You needed to feel him and hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. 

But he didn’t respond to you. He just continued to stare ahead. You sat with him for a while, just relieved that he wasn’t telling you to leave. That counted for something, right? 

“You should get some sleep,” he eventually said. He didn’t actually care about how much sleep you got. He just wanted you to go away.

Wordlessly, you got up and left, crying yourself to sleep alone once again. You couldn’t help but blame yourself. Bucky could talk to Steve and Sam and all of the other Avengers but he didn’t wanna talk to you. You were too overbearing. You talked too much. You were too young for him. Never smart enough. You’d never make him happy. But you couldn’t let him go. 

The next day, Bucky was working in his office, the door shut and locked. You knocked softly, afraid to disturb him, but you couldn’t do this anymore. You constantly felt like you were drowning, unable to get a full breath of air in. “Bucky? P-please, can you let me in?”

You heard a sigh and footsteps as he approached, opening the door. He looked at you, eyes full of that same coldness that you had grown accustomed to. “What?”

You took a deep breath and tried to steady your shaking hands. You missed how things used to be when at the slightest sign of your anxiety he would scoop you into his arms, hugging you tight and telling you that everything would be okay. But now, he stared at your trembling body and did nothing. “I-I can’t keep doing this anymore. I need you to let me in. I need you to talk to me.” Tears fell from your eyes as soon as you started speaking. You really didn’t wanna cry but you couldn’t help it. Every time he looked at you with that empty stare, you felt like your whole body was ripping into a thousand pieces.

“I don’t wanna talk to you,” he said, emotionless.

“Did I do something? I- I just-”

“Y/N, just stop it, okay? I said I don’t wanna talk to you!” He yelled. 

You were taken aback. Half of you was expecting him to hug you, telling you how sorry he was for yelling. But he didn’t. He just stood, chest heaving and anger on his face. “You don’t mean that,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Yes, I do. I don’t wanna talk to you and I don’t wanna see you,” he answered before slamming the door in your face. 

And you broke. You slid down the wall, unable to keep yourself up any longer. You knew for a fact that he could hear your sobs from the other side of the door but he didn’t come to comfort you. This man, the man that you loved, the man who you thought loved you, was letting you cry alone. Was letting you cry because of him. And he didn’t even care.

Eventually, you picked yourself up and made your way to your room. You crawled into his side of the bed, trying to take in the faint remnants of his comforting scent. You sobbed for hours until you fell asleep.

 You were awoken by the rustling of clothes. “Bucky?” you said groggily, seeing the outline of his figure moving through the room.

“I’m going to Steve’s. I’ll come get the rest of my stuff later this week.” Each word punctured a hole in your chest. Why couldn’t you have just been enough?

“Bucky, please don’t do this,” you whispered, fighting your hardest to not cry again. But even if you did, he wouldn’t care, “Please, just talk to me.”

“Y/N, stop it.” His words were so robotic. “Just stop it. It’s done. We’re done.”

You wanted to hole up in your bed forever. You wanted to sleep away the pain and wake up years later when maybe the ache of him missing in your chest had shrunk. But you couldn’t. Because you were a superhero. And people’s lives didn’t stop needing saving because you felt like you were dying.

So you pulled yourself out of bed. Forced yourself to head to the tower a week later when Steve called for an emergency meeting. You hadn’t slept or eaten, weight loss and dark circles giving you the illusion of a zombie. You didn’t have the energy to put on real clothes. You stayed in what had become your uniform: sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt.

As if the world was playing a cruel joke on you, the second you got off the elevator, you were face to face with Bucky. You swallowed hard, waiting for him to say something. Anything. But he didn’t. He just looked at you, taking in how unwell you looked. How even in the week since he’d been gone, your frame had shrunk. He saw it. He noticed it. He just didn’t care.

“Why don’t we go undercover?” You suggested as a strategy for the mission that Steve was briefing you all for.

Bucky scoffed at your comment. “That’s like asking to get killed. God, do you ever use your brain?”

His comment hit you hard. But instead of only the blinding pain you had been feeling since he left, you also felt angry. How could this man who claimed to love you for so long speak to you that way?

You glared up at him. Even if you did die on this mission, would he even care? “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

 Steve shot you a look. “Y/N, come on. Not now.”

“What, Steve? I’m just saying what he’s thinking!” You were almost laughing as you spoke, the emotions of the situation becoming too much to handle. 

Bucky stood up from his seat. “I can’t do this. Steve, just fill me in later.” He slammed the door as he left.

The meeting ended but you couldn’t find the strength to move. You just sat in your chair staring mindlessly at the ground. 

“Y/N,” Steve said, calmly approaching you. “I know going through a break-up is hard.”

Is that really all that he thought this was? Just a break-up? Sure, you were experiencing the gut-wrenching heartbreak of no longer being Bucky’s girlfriend but you were also filled with so much self-loathing. You felt completely unlovable. You genuinely thought that if you disappeared from the face of the earth, not a single person would miss you. 

“Steve, what did Bucky tell you?” You asked. You knew Steve well enough to know that he wouldn’t dismiss the way you felt if he knew everything that was really going on.

“What do you mean? He told me what happened. He said you guys got into a fight and you ended it.” 

His words shocked you. Bucky was trying to blame you? He didn’t even give a fuck about what everyone else thought of you and your character? You couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that what he fucking told you? That I ended it? That we broke up in one night after one fight?”

Steve stared at you, confused. He didn’t know that there was a whole other side to the story. Your side. The truth. “Y/N, is that not what happened?” 

“No, that’s not what fucking happened, Steve!” You were losing it, both crying and laughing at the same time. “He hasn’t talked to me for months! Not since that mission where they used the trigger words. He doesn’t look at me, doesn’t speak to me… he was sleeping on the couch! I gave him his space. And when I tried to talk to him again, he left. He fucking left. So no, Steve, that is not what happened.”

He stared in your direction and you thought he was looking at you but really, he was looking at the door where Bucky stood. “Thought you could fill me in on what I missed,” he said, not even looking at you or acknowledging what he had just overheard.

Steve was speechless for a second, not knowing what to do. “Um, yeah,” he finally spoke. “Let’s go.” Him and Bucky left the room leaving you once again, alone.

You cried alone in the boardroom for a while. As you were leaving the tower, you heard voices from down the hallway, yelling.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Captain America’s frustrated voice echoed down the hall to your ears. “She did nothing wrong, Buck. Why would you do that to her?”

“Steve, you don’t understand, okay?” Bucky responded. His voice sounded like…no. It couldn’t be possible. He couldn’t be crying.

“Then make me understand! Did you see her? Did you see how broken she looked? Do you not even care? I don’t get it, Buck. A week before that mission you were browsing engagement rings. And then you just…” he sighed. “Bucky that girl loves you more than anyone ever will.” 

“I know, Steve,” Bucky said sternly. 

“She would do anything for you. She would-” 

“Steve, I said I know!” Bucky’s voice rang out. Your heart raced as you listened. “I know she would. And I would do the same for her. That’s why-” his voice broke. “That’s why I had to do this.”

Your head was spinning. He had abandoned you, froze you out, made you feel like absolute shit because he loved you? 

There was a minute of silence before Bucky continued speaking. “What if I hurt her, Steve?” His voice sounded so soft. It was a tone you hadn’t heard from him in months. It made your heart ache. “The trigger words…they worked, you know. Only for a minute but…they worked.”

“That’s why you did this?” You said, stepping out from your hiding place and making your presence known.

Bucky’s face went white as he saw you. He wanted nothing more than to run to you, to take you in his arms. It was all he had wanted for months but he couldn’t do it. He had to protect you from himself. “You weren’t supposed to hear that,” he said, his tone still soft.

“Too fucking bad, Bucky. I did hear it,” you retorted. 

“I’m gonna give you guys some privacy…” Steve said, walking out of the room and leaving you alone with the man who had ripped your heart to shreds over the past few months.

“Y/N, I had to protect you,” Bucky said. 

You scoffed. You didn’t know how to feel in this moment. You were devastated by the way you had been treated. You were angry at him for putting you through this. But you also just wanted him back. Your Bucky. The way he was speaking to you, looking at you, it reminded you of before everything had been blown to bits. “I don’t need your protection. But I did need you! Bucky, do you know how horrible you made me feel? I felt like you never loved me! That I would never be good enough! I felt like a placeholder until you found someone better! You did that. You did this to me.”

Tears fell from his eyes as he listened. “When they used those trigger words…I wanted to kill you. The Winter Soldier wanted to kill you. Do you understand that? I wasn’t in control. I didn’t know that it was you, the love of my life, standing in front of me. All I knew was that you were a mission. And I wouldn’t have hesitated to kill you.” 

“So you decided to treat me like fucking garbage? Bucky, do you know how many nights I spent alone in our bed, crying myself to sleep because my boyfriend made me feel worthless?”

“I know, I know,” he wiped his tears. “I heard you every time. And God, Y/N, it broke my heart. I was crying with you. I wanted nothing more than to get into bed and wrap my arms around you.”

“So why didn’t you?” You said, hot tears streaming down your cheeks now.

“I thought that you’d eventually realize I wasn’t good enough for you. I was waiting for you to end it. To give up on me like so many other people have. But you never did and I-I couldn’t keep living every second terrified that I would hurt you.”

You shook your head. “I would never give up on you. I was never going to give up on you.” 

“Please forgive me. I miss you so much, I don’t know what to do. I fucked it all up.” 

You were at a crossroads. You wanted so badly to forgive him. To say that you understood. And part of you did, but you also couldn’t forget the way he had made you feel for so long. So isolated and lonely. 

“I need some time, Bucky,” you said before walking out of the room, leaving the love of your life crying on the sofa.

[chloe-skywalker]

Annoyance - Loki

Loki x Fem!reader (its s crush)

Warnings: none

Word count: 342

Summary: Being the only Avenger that doesn’t annoy Loki.

Masterlist

Avengers Masterlist

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“Come one Loki. Join us.” Thor smiled, trying to get him to join them later. Get his brother to socialize.

“I’d rather not.” Loki rolled his eyes.

“What if I told you Y/n would be there?” Thor smirked knowing his brother has a crush on the Y/h/c-ed girl Avenger.

“Will she truly be there or are you just trying to get me to go?” Loki questioned his brother with a raised brow in suspension.

“She’ll be there.” Thor smirked at his brother openly, having caught Loki in his want to be around the young lady Y/n.

Thor left Loki there in the kitchen to think about whether or not he’d join them all tonight.

Later that night when the whole team got together for game night Loki did in fact show up. He stayed in the kitchen till Y/n eventually showed up. When he saw her enter the kitchen and open the fridge, likely to get a drink. That’s when Loki moved to follow her.

“Hey Loki.” Y/n greeted him once she turned back around and noticed him.

“Y/n.” Loki greeted back with his signature smile.

“You came.” Y/n smiled tilting her head happy to see the green wearing Norse God join them for once.

“Only because you were gonna be here.” Loki smirked, closing in on her, backing her into a corner of the kitchen.

“Oh really?” She raised her brows in amusement hiding her shock at him openly flirting with her. It’s not like Y/n didn’t like him back, she does but he’s never done anything till now.

“You're the only one on this stupid planet that doesn’t annoy me. You're also the only one in this room that doesn’t annoy me as well.” Loki tilted his head down to be even closer to her into the corner of the kitchen. They were close enough to feel each other's breath on the other’s face.

“I’m honored.” Y/n smirked before stealing a kiss leaving a shocked, dumbfounded Loki in her wake.

Taglist: @gruffle1 @padawancat97 @starkleila

[bobbimorses]

Hey I'm not really into Hawkeye (yet) but could you please tell me how old Clint was when he became well... Hawkeye???

soooo clint's never actually been given a defined numerical age BUT as i've gone over many times and thus am sticking to my guns, is implied to be about 19-20, maybe 21 when he joins the avengers. he "becomes" hawkeye a short time prior when he sees iron man fly through the sky, get the attention of what should be an adoring circus crowd adoring him and him alone!!!, and goes "pft! i could do that!" (or, in an actual line for the 1960s cartoon, "anything iron man can do i can do better!!!!!!"), then he got caught up in a little treason for a few months or so before actually becoming an avenger. [optional info about pre-hawkeye backstory here]. so yeah, like 19-20.

through-line A for this estimate: clint joins the avengers at the same time as wanda and pietro to form cap's kooky quartet, and he's said to be in the same age group as them...

note how kate, 16 in this panel, remarks how visibly young they looked in the kooky quartet days, and that her young avengers teammates were all teenagers at the time:

through-line B: wanda and pietro are said to be around 19 when joining the avengers

through-line C: immediately upon joining the avengers, clint spent the majority of his time mercilessly mocking cap, who chronologically was only like 45 years old when the kooky quartet run began, for being an ancient decaying husk of an ash-filled raisin and calling him the oldest man he's ever seen in his life, which is truly misled bravado at levels that only an annoying 19-20yo with 0 healthy adult figures in his life could muster

i actually made a chart once of some rough comparative ages that can never be applied to estimating everyone's current ages bc wanda and pietro should be around the same age as the og x-men but the x-men are the biggest purveyors of having 0 consistencies in aging or timelines, peter is perpetually 28, and everyone has died.

but i digress. the point is clint has been doing this almost his entire adult life and cap was in charge of three terrible teens and having a terrible time

[napoleonic-sexyman-tournament]

Propaganda Under the Cut

Thomas-Alexandre Dumas:

a. “mustache” b. “Tall! Daring! Swashbuckling! A devoted husband and father! Had a personal conflict with Napoleon! Also it was said he could, while holding onto a bar above his head, LIFT A HORSE WITH HIS THIGHS. How is he not on this list ten times already! Vote for General Dumas!” c. “He was so hot that he inspired The Three Musketeers, The Count of Monte Cristo, and many more books that his son, Alexandre Dumas, wrote. He definitely looked the part of a sexyman, as he son recounts in his memoirs: "My father, as already stated, was twenty-four, and as handsome a young fellow as could be found anywhere. His complexion was dark, his eyes of a rich chestnut colour […]. His teeth were white, his lips mobile, his neck well set on his powerful shoulders, and, in spite of his height of five feet nine inches, he had the hands and feet of a woman. These feet were the envy of his mistresses, whose shoes he was very rarely able to put on." He could crush you between his thighs: "His free colonial life had developed his strength and prowess to an extraordinary degree; he was a veritable American horse-lad, a cowboy. His skill with gun or pistol was the envy of St. Georges and Junot. And his muscular strength became a proverb in the army. More than once he amused himself in the riding-school by passing under a beam, and lifting his horse between his legs." He was so badass he could beat 13 men with 4 and take all the enemy prisoner, and defend against hundreds of men on a bridge by himself. He performed these acts of valour numerous times in Italy. He was so formidable that the Austrians named him the "Schwartz Teufel", or the Black Devil, and his feat at the bridge earned him the moniker of "Horatius Cocles of Tyrol". He wasn't afraid to stand up to his morals and protest against unfair treatment. When unjust executions by the guillotine were happening outside his quarters, he closed the blinds of his curtains, earning him the nickname "Mr. Humanity". When in the Vendée, he complained about the wanton indiscipline in his troops. When in Italy, Berthier wrongly reported his actions as one of "observation" in St. Antonio. Dumas wrote to General Bonaparte that if Berthier was in the same position, he would have shit his pants. Dumas abhorred plunder, never exhorted the locals, and ordered the Directory agent who had come to persuade him otherwise be shot if he dared present himself to Dumas again. Integrity and a sense of moral justice is sexy, mark my words. For Dumas' final qualifier as a sexyman, look no further than this Tumblr heritage post (https://www.tumblr.com/petermorwood/133803437020/hortensevanuppity-elodieunderglass), with 300,000 notes and counting. And I quote: "- daddy general dumas was an immense fierce french warrior who was a 6 foot plus, stunningly gorgeous and charismatic Black gentleman - he invaded egypt - the native egyptians said “is this napoleon? this must be napoleon. we for one welcome our majestic new overlord” - then napoleon showed up - napoleon has all the presence of yesterday’s plain Tesco hummus - the native egyptians were like “… no… no, we’ve thought very hard and we’ll have General Dumas actually” - this did not make napoleon happy - in fact it made him jealous - napoleon felt so emasculated that he launched a campaign of revenge against General Dumas, including taking away his pension, that probably inspired a lot of Alexandre’s rather satisfying scenes in which fathers are nobly avenged and the money-grubbing villains are rubbed in the mud" I rest my case. Tl;dr: He was so hot he inspired multiple books, he was a stronk man who could crush you between his thighs or carry you like a sack of potatoes, and he was so badass that he could take on odds of 1 to 3. He had a foul mouth but a heart of gold and his actions were never self-serving. Posts relating to him on Tumblr have had 300,000 notes and counting. He is qualitatively and quantitatively qualified to be a sexyman.”

Jack Aubrey:

a. “Lucky Jack is a UNIT. loves his crew, loves his ship, loves his bf, loves music. JACKED and also pretty hair (his other nickname is Goldilocks). Once played by Russell Crowe”

[sacharinee]

hey! so i’ve noticed all your office references and it’s one of my favourite shows ever <3 i was wondering if you’d write something where the reader and bf!peter are both obsessed with the show and quote it at any given moment, confusing (and probably annoying) everyone around them. i love your fics by the way!!

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 800 ish

a/n: dinnertime with the avengers edition! peter and reader being an annoying power duo. a crap ton of office references obviously. this is so weird and all over the place BUT it was so much fun writing. i tweaked ur request a teeny bit to them simply saying lines from the show, but everyone is just as confused and annoyed lmao i hope ur okay w that!! this is also my first time writing with the avengers so i tried my best on getting them right. thank u so much for requesting this!! i had an entire office marathon playing in the background while writing this 

“the food looks great, nat,” you take your seat at the dining table.

“yea, it’s amazing, thanks for cooking tonight,” peter chimes in.

you both are sat at the dinner table in the lavish dining room among the earth’s mightiest heroes, who also happen to be your colleagues. 

“wait, where did you learn to make all of this? i never pegged you as a cook,” tony questions.

“i’m not,” the redhead answers, “my fake mother used to make this dish all the time when i was younger,” 

“awe, that’s adorable,” thor replies.

“right before she and my fake father sold me and had me brainwashed.” 

the others freeze midchew and stare as scott drops his fork against his plate.

nat clears her throat, “so anyways, enjoy,” and takes her seat.

the rest of you begin placing heaps of food onto each other’s plates and digging into the meal in front of you.

“well, um,” tony sips his water, “how ‘bout you kids, get any good action tonight?”

peter raises his eyebrows at him, “us? oh yea, we got a good chase during patrol tonight,” 

“it was super fun,” you add.

“well what’d he have on him?” wanda asks.

“he was, uhh,” you purse your lips as you hesitate, playing with the food on your plate and quieted your voice, “a-uh, a wanted animal rapist.”

wanda shakes her head at you in repulsion, regretting having asked you.

“that is so disgusting!” the god announces, food spilling out of his mouth.

“thor, close your mouth, you look like a trout.” steve reprimands. 

he dismisses his comment and goes to steal the mashed potatoes, eating straight out of the bowl with no shame. 

“did he put up a good fight against you guys?” bucky questions.

“well he wasn’t exactly intimidated by me, i usually let y/n play bad cop while i just web them up,” peter admits.

you’re chewing your food while you watch bucky and your boyfriend converse, “see what i told you? you gotta take control, pete. ask yourself this: would you rather be feared or loved by your enemies?”

“easy,” he answers, “both. i want people to be afraid of how much they love me.”

nat pokes her tongue to her cheek and tilts her head in confusion. 

“oh, that reminds me,” you nervously chuckle and pull out the slip tucked into your back pocket, “i need you to pay for my speeding ticket, tony.” 

“again?! y/n that’s the second time this month!”

“that criminal guy was a surprisingly fast driver. besides, life is short. drive fast and leave a sexy corpse. it’s one of my mottos.”

“goddamnit, y/n” tony mutters and shakes his head in disappointment. 

steve interrupts, “you should listen to him, young lady. seriously, what would happen if you were in a speeding car crash? why do you think those laws are enforced? it’s to keep everyone safe. so you better straighten up the attitude before you get yourself k-”

“cap, you ignorant slut.” you’re tired of everyone treating you and peter like little kids, “you want to talk about being safe? are we forgetting about banner’s little experiment that went wrong the other day? he almost blew up the tower!-”

“wait, what did you just call me?” the soldier looks at you dumbfounded.

“what did i- … what’d i say?”

“you just called me a-”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. i talk a lot so i learn to just tune myself out.” 

“you and me both,” strange clips. 

“wow,” you respond, feigning hurt, “sorry i annoyed you with my friendship.”

tony, having enough, intrudes, “you know, i think i have to put you and peter through some training again.” 

the boy skeptically squints towards the man and chews his food slowly, “...what type of training?”

“sensitivity training. all this trash talk is-”

“oh my god, not again,” your head falls back as you groan, “i’ve changed, tony. i’ve learned to keep my unmannerly thoughts to myself every time i see someone wearing black socks with white shoes.”

“uh that’s definitely not true,” bucky cuts in, “just yesterday you called me out for wearing sandals.” 

“exactly! sandals! who the hell still wears sandals, you look like you just got off the boat. i don't need to see your hairy toes,” you shudder in disgust.

“yea, mr. stark,” peter reverts his attention back to tony, “we don’t talk trash,” he shrugs.

“we talk smack,” you finish.

“okay… and how are those two any different,” the man challenges.

“well,” peter clears his throat, “trash talk is hypothetical. like, ‘your mom is so fat she can eat the internet.’” 

“totally,” you eagerly nod your head in agreement, “but smack talk is happening, like, right now. like, ‘you’re ugly and i know it for a fact ’cause i got the evidence right there,” your hand motions in a circle to the person in front of you.

“are you calling me ugly?” thor sniffles.

“i don’t know what the hell you just said, and i don’t even wanna know,” tony wipes his mouth with a napkin, “but it’s happening. nine am sharp, do not be late. it’ll be quick and easy, not that hard. you’ll be in and out without the attitude.”

you pout as you and peter give each other a dismay look.

“that’s what she said.”

[thestarlightforge]

Who would’ve thought the end of the Michael Waldron/Sam Raimi Multiverse of Madness saga/debacle/reign of terror would be a gaggle of lesbians spending 3 years crafting THE most elaborate “go f*** yourselves 😌✨” the comic book industry has seen in Two Decades 😭

[immortalmuses]

Empyre: Aftermath Avengers #1

It hasn't ended. And it never will.

[city-of-ladies]

Sent to a foreign country as a tribute, Lady Ki (c.1320- after 1369) carved a place for herself and became a powerful empress, the last of the Yuan dynasty.

From maid to imperial consort 

Lady Ki, also known as Öljei Khuduq, was born in Xingzhou, Gaoli (present-day Korea). The Korean state used to send a tribute of women to its neighbor, the Mongol-led Yuan dynasty, who controlled most of modern-day China and its surrounding areas such as present-day Mongolia. 

Lady Ki entered the palace and was assigned to Toghon Temür's service. Described as beautiful and clever, she quickly caught the young emperor’s attention and was elevated to the rank of consort.

The empress Danishiri was hostile to Lady Ki but was executed in 1335 or 1337 for having tried to protect her brother who was involved in a rebellion.

Toghon Temür then tried to name Lady Ki empress, but his decision was met with extreme hostility. Indeed, no Korean woman had held the dignity so far. Most empresses came from the Mongol Khongirad clan. He ultimately relented and chose a Mongol empress: Bayan Khuduq. 

A powerful favorite 

Lady Ki’s position was strengthened when she gave birth to a son, Ayushiridara (future emperor Zhaozong of Northern Yuan, r.1370-1378). Bayan Khuduq's son died young. Having a frugal and effaced personality, the empress was furthermore no match for Lady Ki. Ayushiridara was thus made heir apparent in 1355.

Empress Ki was influential and involved herself in political and military affairs. She for instance protected the high-ranking official Toqto'a but withdrew her support when he opposed the installation of her son as heir apparent. 

She liked to read the Women’s Book of Filial Piety and sought examples of past empresses she could emulate. When a famine struck in 1359, she showed her generosity by having the officials distribute porridge to the hungry, using her own funds to have thousands of corpses buried and hiring monks to perform funeral services. 

Lady Ki used her influence to promote her family’s interests. Her kinsmen in Korea were granted official ranks and titles. They repeatedly abused their power, which led the Korean king to execute Lady Ki’s entire clan. 

When she learned about it, she asked her son to avenge her family and raise a force of 10,000 soldiers. The military campaign was a complete failure and the entire force was routed. 

Empress before the fall

Bayan Khuduq died in 1365. No obstacles stood in Lady Ki’s way and she received the empress’s seal. It seems that she tried to make up for the mistakes of a poorly-performing emperor. Later historians indeed wrote that Toghon Temür preferred focusing on wine and women, though this could be an exaggeration to justify the fall of the Yuan Dynasty. 

The government’s structure was disintegrating. Empress Ki conspired to force the emperor to abdicate and put her son on the throne but failed. She faced little consequences and was simply put under house arrest for 100 days. Her agressive defense of her son’s interests was in keeping with Mongolian political culture, which recognized the influence of strong women. 

The Yuan dynasty fell in 1368 when the armies of the future Ming Emperor Hongwu entered the capital. Empress Ki fled to the north with Toghon Temür. What happened to her afterward is unclear, but she likely died the following year.

Her life was the inspiration for a 2013  Korean television drama, Empress Ki.

Feel free to check out my Ko-Fi if you like what I do! Your support would be much appreciated.

Further reading 

Buell Paul D., Fiaschetti Francesca, Historical Dictionary of the Mongol World Empire

McMahon Keith, Celestial Women: Imperial Wives and Concubines in China from Song to Qing

Robinson David M., Empire's Twilight: Northeast Asia Under the Mongols

Xu Shindan, “Öljei Qudu”, in: Hong Lee Lily Xiao, Wiles Sue (ed.), Biographical Dictionary of Chinese Women, Volume II: Tang Through Ming 618 - 1644

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

So, I’m thinking R & Nat were shield agents from the start, and they’d always flirt, but they were young and career oriented so neither moved to mate. Fast forward to when Nat leaves for the Avengers she’s distraught to do so, but the R (her “bestie”) understands, and they share their first kiss in a bittersweet goodbye in the quinjets hangar.

Fast forward more to about five years later, and Nat’s been gone for so long, but as Shield was crumbling she ran back to try and help salvage it only to see you. Everything stops, she wants to approach you, but then an arm wraps around your waist and it’s then she sees you’d been claimed, and you watch her calm facade crumble for the briefest of seconds.

Her precious Y/N, her destined omega, was manipulated into another’s arms. There’s pain in both of your eyes, but the redhead smiles politely as the oblivious alpha introduces themselves to her. (Could be a random woman character, or a GN!Shield agent for the sake of mystery).

Natasha gets you alone, and when she does she instantly notices the remorse, you regret your choice, but all she gets out of you is a hushed sorry before you slip away and find your mate. In her mind you were basically pleading to be saved, and in a way maybe you were, and so she enacts a plan to get you back. Maybe, just maybe your Alpha dies on a mission… Then maybe, it’s Natasha who comforts you, and the R’s so vulnerable that she lets Nat mark over the others mark, finally claiming her, and breeding her to introduce a finality to your situation.

Authors note: I'm sorry its a few days late, but better late than never

Warnings: graphic violence, blood/gore, death/murder, Reader has a penis, typical a/b/o stuff(mating, knotting, claiming), sexual content(vaginal sex, teasing touches, groping)

Word count: too fuckin many, i mean uh - 11922

Marvel Masterlist Nat Masterlist

    Clint brings her to a meeting room in SHIELD headquarters per Furys request. The gruff man had somehow accepted her into his fold, allowing her to be teamed up with Clint under his handler Coulson. And that meant she had to meet the few other agents the man was training with Clints help.

   Most scoffed at her. Not only was she an outsider, but she's ex KGB. She shouldn’t be here and she certainly wasn’t a trustworthy ally. It made her feel like even more of an outsider. Like she really was the monster Dreykov made her to be.

   But then her eyes met your y/e/c ones and you smile at her, and she feels a sense of peace wash over her. It's foreign to her, not feeling like she needs to have her guard up to someone new. But those Omega instincts the Red Room tried to bury, they tell her to let you in. And though her mind struggles against its conditioning she tries her best to listen to them 

     “Hi Natasha, I’m Y/n.” you greet, holding your hand out to her

   She briefly hesitates, but as soon as her hand makes contact with yours she feels it. It's like a magnetic pull. She's never felt anything like it before, which causes curiosity to bubble within her. And when she looks into your eyes she can tell you feel it too.

   “Y/n here usually gets paired to work with me on missions, and since you will now too, I’m sure the two of you will be spending a lot of time together from now on” Clint says, oblivious to the connection the two of you are feeling.

   Her mouth twitches ever so slightly into a smirk, “Nice to meet you Y/n. Looking forward to working with you”

   Look here” you instruct, gently tilting her chin up so her gaze meets ours

   Butterflies erupt in her stomach at the feeling of your touch and instinctively she leans in as you look over the cut above her left eyebrow. The intensity of your gaze has her not even questioning you as you open the first aid kit on the seat next to her and gather the necessary supplies. 

   Though she's not used to someone other than herself caring for any injuries she sits compliant as you tend to her wound, first cleaning it before bandaging it appropriately and you thank her for letting you care for her by tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

   “There, much better” you announce with a smile, happy she's no longer bleeding

   She reciprocates the smile as soon as you take the seat next to her, and only then does she let herself relax into the less than uncomfortable seat, “Thank you”

   It was so soft you doubt you would have heard it if you weren't right next to her, “You're welcome, Omega”

   She blushes at the title, it wasn’t used in the Red Room to address them as using a title is a sign of respect. Something which is still foreign to her even now in this new place she calls home.

   A few of the other new recruits on the quinjet notice her unusual behavior, but none are stupid enough to say anything out loud about it. Especially so when you're giving a death glare to anyone that even looks at the Omega.

   “Hey, sorry I’m late. I had to catch up on some paperwork before Fury came after me” you tell the redhead as you take the seat across from her

   She slides you a cup of coffee, “It’s ok, I went ahead and ordered for you”

   “Thanks Nat” you tell her before taking a sip, you smile at her appreciatively as the warm liquid slides down your throat

   Enjoying the peace of the small cafe compared to the bustle of SHIELD headquarters, the two of you decide to stay there for a while. You both slowly drink your coffees, giving yourselves time to also enjoy the others presence. Which you both greatly do as you share small talk and stories 

   “And then without any warning the tree branch he was on snapped and he fell straight down. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing when he complained about his sore ass while I patched up his arm” Nat says, a large smile adorning her features as she recalls Clints antics, “I told him the branch wouldn’t hold him, but you know how stubborn he is. He- ”

   “You have such a beautiful smile” you blurt out before you can stop yourself

    Her cheeks burn a bright pink as she averts her eyes down to the coffee cup in her hands and you can’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing you turned the badass assassin into a bashful Omega just by complimenting her 

   “Thank you” she mumbles, her eyes still glued to her cup 

   “Come now Nat, let me see those pretty green eyes of yours” you're not sure where the confidence to say such a thing came from but you're so glad to see her slowly comply to your request and you smile as her gaze meets yours, “There we go”

   “You really think they're pretty?”

   “Nat, if you carried Medusas curse I would still stare into your eyes, so my stone body could look at perfection for eternity.” 

   Her cheeks turn even redder but she tentatively reaches across the table, letting her fingers brush against yours as she looks at you for permission. You nod and her fingers quickly interlock with yours causing a soft smile to spread across your face.

   “I’d put you on my mantle. You’d be my pretty little trophy mate”

   You chuckle at her joke, “Mate, huh?”

   “You’d be the luckiest Alpha around” she replies with a giggle and an unnoticed sparkle in her eyes

   The barbell presses into your deltoids as you squat down and you let out a soft grunt before rising to a standing position once more. You shift your feet slightly to ensure your form is proper before continuing, dropping down into another squat.

   From Natashas spot on the leg press she has the perfect view of the back of your body,  and her eyes are glued to you. She watches the way the muscles in your calves tense with every squat and how your biceps are being perfectly shown off as they hold the barbell in place on your shoulders. And if that wasn’t enough to get her thoughts racing, the way your tank top and shorts were sticking to your sweaty body certainly was.

      You finish up and drop the weight to the ground before walking over to where you’d left your towel and water bottle. The redhead finally tears her eyes away when you reach your items as she doesn’t want you to turn around and catch her staring

   After you finish up gulping down some much needed water you wipe the sweat from your brow, and you smile to yourself when you realize you and the Russian are currently the only two in the gym. You head over to the press and add your desired amount of weight to each end before putting your plan into action

   “Hey Nat” you call out, approaching her as she continues her current set, “Spot me on the bench press?”

   “Yeah, sure” she replies, stopping her workout to take a drink of water

   She stands and makes her way over to the bench press, allowing you to follow behind and admire the way her leggings and sports bra hug her body. She makes her way around to the back as you sit down on the seat, and she tries desperately not to stare at the way your shorts showcase your bulge as you lay back.

   “You ready?” you ask, letting your eyes trail up her glistening abs as you look up at her

   She nods, “Yeah, go ahead”

   Though her hands are ready to catch the barbell should you drop it, her eyes are watching the way your arms flex. It's almost effortless, the way you move the weight up and down, and she starts to wonder if you even needed her there at all

   “So, what do you think? Am I doing ok?” 

   “Yeah, you look good.” her eyes widen as she realizes what she's said and she hurries to correct herself, “ I mean, your form! Your form looks good!”

   You smile at her obvious slip up, “Thanks Tasha”

   She's thankful it was you doing the reps, because had she been doing them when you called her that new nickname she's almost certain she would have dropped it. And while she knows you’d have caught it she also knows it would have embarrassed her.

   After you finish up the two of you decide to head over to the treadmills. Unfortunately she wasn’t able to enjoy your company for long though, because another Omega had come into the gym and apparently she's incapable of doing things herself.

   “Excuse me” she says, approaching the side of your treadmill, “I don’t mean to bother you Alpha, but I was wondering if you could help me?”

   “Sure” you reply, missing the way Nats eyebrows furrow, “What do you need?”

   “Well I wanted to use the leg press, but I’m afraid that whoever used it last is able to move more weight than me, and well, the weights are a bit to heavy for me to remove”

   “Not a problem.” you tell her, hoping off your machine,  “I’ll be right back Tasha”

   She scoffs as you go over and begin to remove weights for the other Omega, she knows for a fact that anyone who works out their arms would have been able to move them. And literally everyone in SHIELD lifts weights of some type, they have to, because the last thing you want is a teammate that can’t help carry you to safety should you become injured or unconscious.

   Natasha watches in frustration as the stranger ogles your muscular form as you go about your task for her and her jaw clenches when she sees the way the womans eyes trail down to observe your crotch.

   “There you go, that should be a good weight for your reps”

   “That's perfect” she says, letting her hand come to rest on the swell of your bare bicep, “Thank you so much, Alpha”

   She barely manages to contain her anger and suppress a possessive growl, how dare this nobody come in here and act like she even had a chance with you. The redhead knows she doesn’t, she can tell by the way you smile at her as you return. It’s a smile reserved for her alone. Still, a lesson must be taught.

   She excuses herself from her workout and you and heads for the gyms locker room. She removes her workout clothes before redressing in her lounge attire, then she hastily makes her way over to your locker. In front of it lies your gym bag and haphazardly draped across it is exactly what she seeks.

   With your favorite sweatshirt enveloping her she stealthily makes it out of the gym, through the halls and into Furys office. 

   Natasha covertly watches the Omega from the gym incident yesterday head into Furys office. The level 1 agent had been found to be in possession of a level 5 agents personnel file, the schematics to a quinjet and a report of a classified interrogation. All of which on their own would be enough to cost the agent her reputation and would get her demoted at the very least. Combined it's a career death sentence. Especially when she knows there's no way the young agent will be able to convince the Director that what Natasha had ‘found’ was actually planted by the Russian, she was careful to cover all her tracks. 

   Sure enough after a few minutes pass the Omega emerges, tears cascading down her red puffy cheeks as she holds the box that her belongings are to be packed in, her SHIELD issued uniform jacket no longer rests on her shoulders and her ID and badge are no longer attached to her belt.

   Fury's eyes land on her and he gives her a nod indicating she did a good job sniffing out a potential traitor in their midst and she earned a smidge of his trust today. She nods back before heading on her way to meet up with Clint, and on her way down the various halls a smug smile graces her lips. No one touches what's hers and gets away with it, and you were all hers. 

   “Hey Nat, where have you been?” the archer questions as she finally shows up in the kitchen

  “Had to help Fury deal with something” she replies, gaining a brow quirk in response, “It wasn’t anything mission related so don’t worry, just a potential rogue agent I stumbled upon”

   “Really? What level were they?” he asks, curiosity getting the better of him

   “A one” 

   “Either they were ballsy or whoever hired them was a moron. A level 1, ridiculous. At least go for a level 4, not some newbie”

   She smirks at him, “Amateurs” 

   He chuckles, “I’ll say. But hey, I guess we should be glad the backstabbers are stupid, right?”

   She hums in agreement, afterall SHIELD will only ever catch the stupid ones, and she's far from. She was the Red Rooms brightest student. Nearly an expert in every subject she was taught. A prodigy in her own right. Had she not had her heart, her conscious, she would have been the greatest KGB weapon used against whatever enemy Dreykov saw fit. She would have toppled regimes, brought countries to their knees. Compared to that, getting rid of a rookie was childsplay. 

   “Anyway, have you seen Y/n?”

   He nods, “Yeah, she's in her quarters now. She nearly tore the gym apart earlier though. And the communal area before that.”

   “Oh?” 

   “Yeah, she can’t find her…” his words die in his throat as he finally takes in the worn gray sweatshirt that's two sizes too big for the Omega wearing it, “....her sweatshirt”

   She smiles as her eyes look down at the fabric covering her torso, “Guess I should help her find it then.”

   He shakes his head as he watches her head off for your room, “Omegas and their courting tactics.”

   She knocks on your door and smiles as she hears you get up from your squeaky desk chair. You open the door and smile at her, stepping aside to let her in.

   “Hey Tasha, Whats- hey wait a minute! That's my sweatshirt!”

   “I know” she smirks, “I’m sorry I had you worried about it, I got cold yesterday and it was all I could find.”

   She slowly unzips it, relishing in the way your eyes drink her in as she removes it. She wordlessly hands it to you, and your eyes dilate as you're hit with her scent that's practically flowing from it. Her heart flutters as she notices this change in you and she fights to suppress a purr

   “Anyway, hope you don’t mind I borrowed it”

   You shake your head, “You can borrow it anytime. It looks good on you”

   You're awoken by a thrashing sound, and in the pitch black room it takes you a moment to place the noise. But when soft mumbles in Russian take over the quiet night, you realize it's the Omega you're bunking with.

   You slip out of your bed and quietly pad over to hers. Now that your eyes have adjusted you can see the deep furrow in her brow along with the sweat that drips from her forehead. Tentatively you reach out and touch her shoulder.

   “Hey, wake up”

   The only answer you receive is a whimper followed by more thrashing movements. Your heart hurts hearing such pain in her tone and you hate to think about what past horrors she must be reliving.

   “Come on Nat, wake up” you try again, shaking her lightly

    “Pozhaluysta, ne bol'she(please, no more)”

    Your heart plummets even further and you become desperate, “Tasha, please”

   Her eyes snap open and she bolts upright, nearly crashing her forehead into yours in her haste. Her chest rises and falls rapidly and her fear filled eyes scan the room almost just as fast, until they land on you.

   “Hey, you're ok. You're not there anymore Omega, you're safe”

   Her bottom lip trembles ever so slightly and one of her hands reaches out for your own. You meet her halfway and she latches onto you as if you were her lifeline. You can feel her tremble slightly as she works on grounding herself and you want nothing more than to just scoop her up into your arms and protect her from everything the world intends to throw at her

   “Alpha?” You squeeze her hand reassuringly, letting her know she can ask her question, "Stay?"

   "You know I'm not going anywhere." You tell her, smiling softly, "My beds in the same room"

   She shakes her head, the fear in her eyes coming back once more, and you know you've said something wrong

   "Stay?" She asks again, this time tugging your hand towards her, "Please?"

   You nod, "Scoot over"

   She eagerly does so and you crawl in beside her. You're surprised when you feel her take your hand once more as she cuddles against your arm. You hadn't expected her to be this open with affection. Perhaps the nightmare really took a toll on her

   "It's ok Omega" you tell her, scooting even closer, "You're safe while I'm here."

   “Wow Nat, you look- wow” you stutter as she walks in. The dress she had chosen for this undercover mission was sleek and form fitting, with a generous v at the neckline as well as a slit up her right thigh

   “Thanks Y/n. You look pretty wow yourself” she admits, letting her eyes trail over your appearance. The way your suit was hugging your muscular form had her lower lip trapped between her teeth

  “For the love of god stop drooling at each other” Hill scoffs with a roll of her eyes, “Heres your mission briefs”

   The two of you play off her call out as teasing and re-read the file again before grabbing your gear. Hidden gun and knife for you, hidden widows bites and knife for Nat. You watch the way she slips the fake bangle bracelets on before she bends over to attach the knife sheath up onto the garter on her left thigh. You allow your eyes to roam her plump backside until she stands back upright

   “Good luck” Hill says with a curt nod, though she stops you with a rough hand on your shoulder, “And try not to let Agent Romanoffs ass be as distracting to you on the mission as it was in here”

   Your brows furrow, confused on what she means before you realize your gun and knife are still in your hands and not in their holsters. Natasha lets out a hearty laugh at the realization on your face and your cheeks go pink as you scramble to get your weapons in place before scurrying after her as she heads for the quinjet

   Your head hits the desk  with a reverberating slam and vertigo overtakes you as you stumble away from your attacker, or attackers. With the room spinning you can’t quite figure out how many of them there are, or where they are. And that proves to be problematic when you feel a fist collide with your jaw.

   You gasp as your back slams into yet another desk, sending the paperwork fluttering to the floor as the monitor screen falls and cracks under your weight. Before you can even attempt to throw a punch of your own someones strong hands are wrapping around your throat and cutting off your air supply.

   As soon as Natasha had heard you get attacked through your coms she was on her way to you. Reasonably she knew you were strong and capable, but she also knew the enemy was ruthless and she wouldn’t risk your safety.

   As soon as she enters the room she spots you being choked out by some big brute. He smiles wickedly when he sees her, and anger courses through her when she notices the way his biceps twitch, indicating the tightening of his grip on you

   Her hand quickly moves to her holster and in a matter of seconds she frees her gun, takes aim and fires. The man doesn’t even have time to be shocked before he falls dead, but when you fall to the floor beside him her heart sinks.

   “Y/n!” she shouts, rushing to your side. 

   She hurriedly moves you from your side to your back and she desperately searches your neck for your pulse. She lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding when she finds it. It's weak, likely due to how long he’d managed to keep you from taking in air, but it's there. 

   She takes a moment to look around her surroundings to make sure all threats have been dealt with as well as assessing where new ones could come from before refocusing on you. She resituates herself with her back against the wall so she has a perfect view of both the room's doorways and then carefully moves your head to rest on her lap. She quickly relays your situation to the rest of the strike team so they can send back up and then readys one of her sidearms. 

   While one hand stays on her gun just in case the other softly threads through your hair. She lets out as many calming pheromones as she can in order to both soothe herself and hopefully rouse you from unconsciousness. Which thankfully works.

   “Tasha?” you mumble, cracking your eyes open

   “I’m here. I’ve got you” she replies, moving her hand to your cheek, “You're safe, just rest until backup and medics get here.”

  “Mkay” you quickly agree, relaxing back into her lap with a sigh

   Your current condition keeps you from seeing her smile but she sees yours and she makes an unspoken promise then. You're never going anywhere alone on a mission again. She will always have your back. She needs to make sure you stay safe and she trusts no one with that job but herself.

   Clint's pups clamor excitedly around their Auntie Nat, eager for her attention and affections, and although she'd probably never admit it the redhead is just as excited to see them. Because despite her unconventional upbringing, hidden beneath her assassin and spy layer is a lonely Omega. And her instincts make her crave what all Omegas do, to find a loving Alpha to call her own and have pups with them.

   You smile softly as you watch her snuggle with Lila and Cooper and your thoughts wander to what the Russian would be like as a mother. At first it's wholesome things like how caring, loving and attentive she would be to her pups and Alpha, but then the longing to be her Alpha fills you and your thoughts shift. You begin to visualize how good your mark would be on her neck, how pretty she’d look beneath you as you claimed her and how beautiful; she’d look with a swollen belly full of your pups. 

   Unbeknownst to you this line of thought has caused you to pump out even more of your scent than usual, which is something that quickly catches Natashas attention. She stealthily glances over at you quizzically, but when she sees your lust filled eyes and tented pants she understands perfectly. She smiles at the pups before sending them off to find their mother, and she stands from the blanket laid out on the lawn. She stretches, allowing you to catch a glimpse of her bare stomach before she makes her way over to the front porch you stand on under the guise of getting some water.

   “Hi Alpha” she purrs, sauntering over to you

   You swallow thickly and do your best to stealthily adjust your pants, “Hey Tasha”

   She lets her hand trail along your forearm as her eyes take in your bulge, “You were thinking about me” 

   Your cheeks heat up slightly at the realization you'd been caught, “Shit, I- I’m sorry, I- ”

    “Shh, it's ok” she purrs, getting even closer. Her lips are now only inches apart from yours and her leg is dangerously close to brushing against your crotch, “I want you thinking about me, because I always think about you”

   “You do?”

   “Mhm” she answers, playfully nipping at your collarbone, “You wanna share with me what thought got you so worked up malysh(baby)?”

  “I uh…” you stutter, focusing on the feel of her lips against your skin as her nips turn to kisses

  “Dinners ready!” Clint abruptly shouts from his position at the grill. His gaze moves to the two of you, almost giving into your urges on his own porch, “Come get your horn dogs!”

   “Hot dogs!” Laura quickly corrects, slapping the back of her Alphas head

   Natasha chuckles at your obvious frustration, but she places her hand in your own, “Come on Alpha, there'll be time for that someday I promise you.”

   After dinner she helps Clint clean up, though it's painfully obvious her focus is on you as you kick around a ball with her best friends pups. She keeps thinking back to what had happened before dinner and she wonders if you had been thinking about what she is now. What having a family would be like, specifically with you as her Alpha.

   “You know, even a blind man can see how the two of you feel about each other” Clint speaks up, breaking her from her haze, “I think it's about time you admit it to each other and become a mated pair”

   She shakes her head, “We can’t. Not yet at least.”

  “Why not? Isn’t it time for you to be happy Nat?”

  She smiles sadly, “I still have red in my ledger Clint. I need to atone for that before I can even think about getting my happy ending. Besides, Y/n is very career driven right now and I’d never want to hinder her by asking her to be my Alpha. I want her to be comfortable with her position before she takes on extra responsibilities.”

   He shakes his head, “I really think you're missing an opportunity here Nat.”

   “I’m not. I know she's the Alpha for me and she knows I’m the Omega for her. It’ll work out. We just need some time”

     “I won’t do it” she says, nearly slamming the file back down on the directors desk

    He raises his brow, “I wasn’t asking Romanoff. It's an order”

    “What?! Stark had a choice!”

    “He isn’t one of my agents!” the man shouts in frustration, “If I had the authority to order him around I would!”

   She clenches her jaw and looks away from him, desperate to not let him see how glassy her eyes have become with unshed tears. Her heart is already beginning to ache at just the prospect of being away from you.

   “Send Y/n too then.” she says, her tone hardly leaving room for argument even from the director of SHIELD

   The one eyed man sighs, “Look, I know you have your eye on Agent Y/l/n, but I can’t send her. With you and Agent Barton gone, she's all I’ll have”

   She glares at him, “You have Coulson and Hill. Not to mention Carter is rising in the ranks”

   “Doesn’t matter. They aren’t specialized in the same things as the three of you were. And she suits SHIELD better than either of you do. You and Barton are wildcards, wildcards I trust, but…”

   “But she looks better on paper than he or I do because she doesn’t have a background as a foreign operative or a killer for hire” she finishes

   He nods, “I’m sorry. I really am. But if Barton can make his relationship with his Omega work while being an agent, I think there's hope for you and Y/l/n.”

   She sighs as dread eats away at her. She knows Clint only makes it work because Laura gave up her job in order to stay at home and raise their pups. As it stands both you and her are career oriented, and with this change of career to something more vital for herself she knows there's no way she could quit to settle down anytime soon. Which means the only option for now is to let you go, part ways until everything lines up and you can be together. She just hopes the wait isn’t long and that you can forgive her for leaving.

   “Hey, I got your message. What's going on?”

   She swallows thickly, trying her best to not let the built up tears in her eyes fall, “You remember that assignment Fury sent me on for Stark?”

   “The annoying playboy, yeah. I remember”

   “And you remember how the Avengers initiative tied into it all?”

    “Yeah.” you nod, “Did he finally say yes?”

   “No.” she replies, looking away from you. And it's then you sense somethings wrong

   “Hey, Tasha, you know you can tell me anything. What's going on?”

   Her watery eyes meet yours, “Fury ordered Clint and I to join the team. We leave tomorrow”

   “Oh.” you reply, trying to ignore the way your heart sinks, “Well, he couldn't have picked better people. I know you’ll do great there Tasha.”

   She whimpers as a tear finally falls down her cheek, “But I don’t want to go”

   “Oh my sweet girl” you coo, wrapping your arms around her, “Its okay”

   “It’s not!” she retorts, burying her face against your neck, “I don’t want to be away from you. And I tried to stay Alpha, really I did but Fury, he-”

   “Shhh” you whisper, placing a gentle kiss against her temple, “I know this isn't your choice Omega, and I don’t want you to go either. But as SHIELD agents we have to do what we’re assigned”

   She whines and her hold on you tightens, “I don’t want you to find another Omega”

   “I could never, Natasha.” you tell her, moving your hands to cup her face, “As long as we stay in contact, everything will be ok and it will all work out in the end.”

  “You promise?”

   “I promise. You're my Omega”

   She crashes her lips against yours in a bittersweet kiss, each of you pour out your feelings for the other into it and god she can’t help but wish she had listened to Clint a few months ago. If she had let you claim her then she wouldn’t be leaving now and this wouldn’t be your first and only kiss in who knows how long

   “I’m going to miss you so much” she whispers as you pull apart

   “I’ll miss you too sweetheart. So very much.”

   Natashas footsteps echo against the concrete as she rushes down the hidden bases passages. SHIELD has fallen and she knows this is the only place survivors of the fallout will reside, the true SHIELD agents. And she hopes beyond hope to find you there, safe. She hopes you weren’t injured in the fighting that escalated once Hydra was found out, but even more so she hopes Hydra hadn’t somehow managed to get their hooks into you and make you one of them.

   She shoves the doors open so hard they clash against the walls and the guards' heads snap in her direction, their guns following. They relax when they notice the person barging in is the Black Widow, and she carries on, running past them and further down the next hall.

   Finally she comes upon the room where everyone is gathering. Reunited squads sit off to the sides as the middle is a mix of people looking for their partner, friends or mate and her eyes desperately scan for the familiar face she longs to see. She's just about to give up hope of you being here yet, until the sound of your laughter rings out from the other side of the room.

   Her head turns so fast she nearly gives herself whiplash, but when her eyes fall on you for the first time since she said goodbye all those years ago and her feet instinctively carry her in your direction as a smile breaks out across her face. She's just about to call out for you when another Omega steps beside you, her arm wraps around your waist with ease and when you turn to smile down at her Natashas heart crumbles.

   There in the junction of where your neck meets your shoulder on display for all to see is a claiming mark, and the Russian knows it's not hers. Her eyes dart to the woman next to you and sure enough your mark adorns her neck as well. Tears blur her vision, this couldn't be happening. This couldn’t be real. You were her Alpha. You told her so when she’d said goodbye. She knows she hasn’t kept contact with you as well as she should have but she thought you’d understand how busy she was. She never dreamed you’d move on without her. Or without even telling her.

   Just then, as if you’d sensed her you look up and your eyes meet hers. Your heart falls as you realize she's actually there in front of you for the first time in years, because you know you can’t greet her as you want to. And guilt gnaws at you when you see the tears swimming in her beautiful jade eyes. You open your mouth to say something, but when no words come out you end up looking like a fish gasping for breath and the Omega shakes her head to tell you not to bother with an excuse. She pretends like her heart hadn’t just been ripped from her as she lets a calm facade wash over her and she prepares herself for introductions

   “Natasha I…I didn’t think I’d ever see you again”

   She nods curtly, “So I gathered”

   Not sensing the tension between the two of you, your Omegas face lights up, “Agent Romanoff, it's so good to finally meet you! Everyone around here always talked so fondly about my Alphas old partner!”

   The Russian quickly covers up the sadness that shines through her eyes and looks to your apparent mate, “Y/n never mentioned you to me, you are?”

   You roll your eyes at her behavior and wrap your arm around your Omegas shoulders to reassure her, “Well, maybe if someone hadn’t stopped returning my calls, emails and letters she would know that this is Sarah, my Omega.”

  Her jaw clenches as she suppresses a pained whimper, remembering when you had called her that. But before she can muster up the courage to say anything in her defense your mate cuts in

   “Well she's here now, which means she can now share in our joy.” Noticing the redheads' brow quirk in confusion she quickly continues, “Now that SHIELD is no more my Alpha has finally agreed that we can settle down and begin trying for pups, isn’t that wonderful?”

   A pain like nothing she's ever felt before erupts in her chest at the news and she wants to be angry with you for doing this, but when she looks at you all she sees is the same sadness she feels. Which truthfully confuses her, but it doesn’t lessen her feelings of betrayal. 

   “Y-yeah that's great.” she grits out through her nausea, “Y/n will be a great mom”

   “She really will be” Sarah purrs at Natashas words as she snuggles into your side, “I really got lucky here. Couldn’t believe no one had claimed her yet when I’d met her, I couldn’t ask for a better Alpha”

   Nat nods stiffly, “Yeah, you really couldn’t. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find Hill.”

   You watch her rush off with a sad slump to her shoulders and you decide you’ll try to find her later once your mate is settling into your shared quarters. True you're all into this predicament due to Natashas sudden year of silence, but you still feel like you need to explain what happened. You don’t want her to think you never meant what you said or that you never felt what she did. Because you did, and truthfully still do.

   A few hours pass and you manage to break away from your Omega, so you take this chance to track down the elusive Russian. Thankfully you don’t have to search too long, you end up finding her in a remote area of the facility that was to become the armory. Makes perfect sense that she’d be here of all places. Cleaning her guns and widows bites always did help her calm down.

  She glances up when she hears someone entering her space, and is surprised to see you there. She assumed you'd be off with your….with Sarah, and she didn’t expect you to come looking for her. She didn’t think you’d have a reason to.

   “Tasha- ”

   “Dont.” she cuts you off, ignoring the burn of tears in her eyes, “Don’t call me that.”

   “Fine.” you sigh, “Natasha”

   “Whatever you're about to say, I don't want to hear it” she firmly replies

   “Nat, please” 

   She shakes her head, “No, you made your choice. And it wasn’t me.”

   “What was I supposed to do?” you retort, throwing your hands up in frustration, “We talked almost every single day, Natasha. We did video calls, we wrote letters, we texted, we called. Then one day it just all stopped. And you never even bothered to tell me why or what I had done.”

   Her hardened gaze softens as she realizes the pain she's caused you, “Y/n, I- ”

   “No Natasha! You don’t get to make me feel guilty when you're the one that ghosted me!” 

   “I- I didn’t ghost you Y/n! I had a sudden undercover mission! I had no time to inform you beforehand and there was a no contact order by Fury!” she defends

   “Oh, and this mission just happened to be a whole year long? How convenient”

   She shakes her head, “N-no, it was only five months, but when I came back everything was just so hectic and I got overwhelmed. I meant to reach out to you, really I did. But I thought you’d understand my absence.”

   “I would have if you just would have taken the time to explain things to me….” you sigh, “I did wait for you, you know. When you went quiet everyone told me to move on, especially when Fury let slip how close Captain America seemed to be keeping you. But I believed in you. But then the months just kept going by with no sign of you and Fury introduced me to Sarah, the new recruit, and she was clear with her interests from the start”

   “So you just let her have you?” she angrily asks, tears dripping down her face, “You just gave up on me, on us?”

   “I went a whole year Natasha!” you reply, tears of your own falling,  “I thought you didn’t want me. I thought you moved on.”

   She vehemently shakes her head, “I could never, I always wanted you. I always will”

   Not knowing what you could possibly say to make this situation you hang your head before turning around, intent on returning to your mate even though you'd much rather wrap your arms around the trembling Omega in front of you. 

   She lets out a whine as you begin to walk away, “Alpha, please. Don’t go”

   “I’m sorry Tasha…I really am”

   So is she, but not for the same reasons…..

   Two days later the redhead practically bursts into the common room that you, Sarah and a handful of other agents are currently relaxing in.

   “Where's the fire Agent Romanoff?” your mate tries to tease, but it falls flat with the other Omega

  “Its all hands on deck Sarah, Hill wants you immediately for a mission”

   Her brows knit together in confusion, “SHIELDS collapsing, what mission?”

   “The kind that could potentially resolve the dilemma? Are you that clueless?” she bites back

   “That was a little harsh Romanoff….”

   “This isn’t the time for false niceties Y/l/n, the world is falling apart, in case you didn’t know”

   “Oh, I’ve noticed.” you bite back, locking eyes with her

   “Its ok Alpha” Sarah speaks up, “I’ll be back before you know it”

   You break your gaze away from the spy briefly enough to kiss your mate goodbye before heading off to your room, god you were going to dread interaction with her if they all ended up in an argument or a stare down. Why couldn’t things just be like they used to be?

  Natasha chuckles as she looks into the mirror, the reflection shows someone that is unmistakably not her and yet it is. She smirks as she takes in the fact that her once bright green eyes are now a dull brown and her vibrant red hair is now deep black. She's glad she decided to keep the veil technology she’d taken from her encounter with Peirce, it will make this operation so much easier.

   She slips on a pair of  jeans, an old tshirt and one of Clints sweatshirts she no longer cares for before grabbing a pair of shoes she's willing to sacrifice and lacing them up. She quickly grabs her pre packed bag and sneaks out of her room, heading down to the garage section of the base. She grabs the keys to one of the zero mmx bikes and waits.

   She stealthily follows the SHIELD issued tactical SUV as it pulls out of the underground facility and she's careful to keep a good distance away from them as she follows. Not that it really matters if she loses them, she knows where they're heading thanks to the perks that come with being a level 10 agent. She knows every single detail she could possibly need to know for her plan to work.

   Finally they arrive at the mission location. And in true SHIELD style the SUV practically parks right at the front doors, but she needs to be more discreet. She parks her bike nearby, hiding it from view of prying eyes, before slipping into the old Hydra building. She sneaks through various hallways, ones she knows go without surveillance so both Hydra and SHIELD will be none the wiser to her little plot, and waits for her prey.

   However when the main doors to the facility do finally open, she's struck by the fact that she can hear two distinct sets of footsteps. That wasn’t right, Sarah was supposed to be here alone. She recommended it as a solo mission, but it appears as though Maria had other plans and sent along some backup. But she's not about to let that deter her from this. No, she will simply deal with the other agent first.

    “I’ll take the left wing, you stay right” she hears Sarah say

    “Ok, just keep your comms open in case there's trouble” the male voice responds

   She waits a few moments to give them a decent headstart down their respective halls before she moves from her hiding spot, not wanting to risk being seen. True she could still take them both if caught, but there's just something so satisfying about toying with your prey. And that's just what these unlucky agents are now, prey for the deadly Black Widow.

   She cautiously leaves her position and turns down the right hallway. The abandoned facility is dark, and from where she currently stands she can only see the agent's position due to the light he shines in front of him. A smirk tugs at her lips, this is a weakness she can exploit. Her eyes can become attuned to darkness within seconds, the Red Room has practically made them as good as cat eyes, she needs no flashlight. She easily moves along the hall, stepping around shards of broken glass and broken chunks of cement that would give her away as she sneaks up on the man.

    He moves to an entryway a few doors away and she knows this is her moment to take him out. This way if something happened and Sarah shone her light down the hall, he wouldn’t be noticeable. She follows behind him like a shadow, only moving when he does to avoid detection. But when he finally passes the threshold into the old office she closes the door behind them. It creaks, like one in a horror film would and the agent spins around quickly.

   “Who's there? I’m an agent with SHIELD, show and identify yourself!” he calls out, his flashlight trained on the door as his other rests on his gun, ready to pull it free from the holster if need be. Now that he's worked up she can tell he's an Alpha, but that doesn’t matter, he's still an easy target.

   He takes a deep breath before taking a few steps back, making room in case someone was outside ready to barrel in, “Agent Harris, be advised I have movement. We aren't alone here."

   He frowns when he gets no reply, not even the normal static sound of a quiet comms channel. His eyes widen with realization then, “Shit, comms are being jammed”

   He reaches for his cellphone then, and Natasha sees her opening. Like a viper she strikes, swiftly knocking the flashlight from his grip with one hand while the other uses the cold steel of her knife blade to slice through his throat. 

   “Gyykkk!” he chokes out as he collapses to the floor, his blood quickly draining from him as he continues to gasp and sputter

   “Sorry Agent Marques, you weren’t supposed to be here.” she solemnly admits, as she leans over him. She eyes a clean spot on his pants and wipes the blade there, cleaning it of his blood, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of your partner”

   He lets out one last gurgle as she leaves the room and she smirks knowing what's to come next. She practically races back down the hall before veering to the left in order to track Sarah down. After a few minutes she finds her, alone in a large room that appears to have once been used to store files. The Omega is too busy rooting through a stack of papers to realize she's not alone anymore. Before she even has time to react a cool cloth is covering her face, and her world fades to black.

   When she wakes she finds herself tied to a chair with some kind of blindfold blocking her vision. She tugs at her bindings in an attempt to see if there was a weak spot. To her alarm the rope appears firm and panic starts to set in. Her mind begins racing. Was Hydra doing this? What motive would they have to kidnap a SHIELD agent instead of killing them? And where was Agent Marques? He should have noticed her absence by now. He should have come looking for her. 

   “It's about time you woke up” a females voice calls out

   Sarah pulls at her bindings again, “Who are you? What do you want?”

   “Oh honey….” the voice coos as rough hands rip her blindfold away, “I want my Alpha back”

   Her brows furrow in confusion but before she can question the woman out loud she watches her remove something from her face, allowing her true features to show. And Sarah's stomach drops when she recognizes the person in front of her.

   “A-agent Romanoff? I don’t understand?”

    The Russian steps forward with a dangerous look in her eye, and one of her hands wraps around the brunette's throat, “I’ll make it easy to understand then. Y/n is mine- ”

   “She's mine” the bound girl retorts 

   “No. She's my Alpha.” Natasha growls out, “She's always been mine, since the day I met her. I mean, do you really think she wants you?”

   A few tears slide down the other girl's cheeks, “Y-yes. She claimed me”

   The other Omega laughs, “Only because I wasn’t there and Fury made her think I wasn’t ever coming back. Otherwise my Alpha wouldn’t have even looked at you”

   “You're lying” Sarah argues with a shake of her head, “Y/n chose me for a reason. She- she loves me”

   Another more vicious growl leaves the redhead, “Y/n only loves me. If she really loved you then she would have knotted you when she claimed you, letting you carry her pups. But she didn’t, did she?”

   “Because it was too dangerous!” Sarah defends, “It wasn’t the right time!”

   Nat quirks a brow, “Really? Too dangerous for two government agents to have pups? That's ridiculous and you know it. It wasn’t because it was the wrong time, it was because she had the wrong Omega.”

   “That's not true” she whimpers, “I’m her Omega.”

    Nats green eyes glare dangerously as her hand tightens around Sarah's throat, “No. You're not. I am."

   The younger Omega thrashes violently against the chair she's tied to as her air flow is slowly cut off, and the fear in her eyes makes the redhead smile, "Oh, are you already scared? Well sweetheart, you better prepare yourself then, because we're just getting started"

   She lets go of Sarahs throat and chuckles as she hears her suck in deep breaths, desperate to fill up her oxygen deprived lungs once more. While the other Omega is distracted she unsheathes her knife, and she slowly walks around her victim.

   "Do you know what it felt like when I saw her again, only to find your mark where mine should be?" She asks, obviously rhetorically, "Or how it felt when she called you hers?"

   Sarah remains silent as more tears fall. She knows nothing good is in store for her, she can only hope that Marques is ok and alerting you to a problem. Then you'll come for her and save her from your delusional old friend

   "Well don't worry, I'm going to make sure you know exactly how it felt."

   With that Natasha uses her blade to tear through the woman's shirt, exposing her skin to the cool air around them. She shivers but freezes when she can feel the cold metal being pressed against her.

   She cries out as Natasha makes the first slice, creating a slash in the brunette's shoulder. It's nothing too deep, she wants this process to be agonizingly slow after all, but it's deep enough that blood is trickling. She repeats this action a few more times to various areas of the agents chest. 

   "P-please, you don't have to do this!" she pleads, the look in the other woman's eyes putting a great level of fear in her, "Please! I just want my Alpha!"

   The Avengers sneers at her, "She isn't yours! Get that through your head!"

   She continues her barrage upon the tied up girl for the next half hour, slicing into nearly every part of bare flesh she can find. Chest, abdomen, arms, legs, shoulders, ribs. They're all littered with various sized slashes. And crimson now paints the majority of her skin, and Sarah can feel the blood loss beginning to take effect.

   "Please…" she whines, "I wanna go home"

   Natasha smiles as she wipes a drop of blood from her cheek, "Oh you poor, dumb bitch. You aren't going home. You're never going to see Y/n again"

   She cries, "No, please…we're gonna have pups together…"

   The redhead let's her knife tip dig into the other woman's thigh, "The only Omega having her pups will be me. Because I'm going to be able to go home. I'll get to console her on your loss and then I'll rightfully make her mine."

   "She won't move on t-that fast" Sarah stutters, feeling lightheaded

   "Oh she will. Because really you meant nothing to her. You were a placeholder" the older Omega admits, "But I'm her true Omega"

  "N-no…"

   "As soon as I show up offering comfort she'll come crawling into my arms. And I guarantee I'll have her forgetting all about you as she claims and knots me, pumping her cum deep inside me so I can bear her pups."

   Sarah lets out a whine, "She wouldn't want someone like you having her pups…she wants someone loving and caring, not …a psychopath"

   "Oh believe me, I am loving and caring. Especially when she's involved. I'd do anything to make her happy. Which is why I'm doing this. I can't watch her be miserable with you when I know she'd be happier with me."

  "And when she finds out what you've done…..will she want you then?" She asks, playing on the Russians insecurities

   Nats jaw clenches, "She knows about my past. I never hid anything from her. The information that was leaked, she already knows"

   "I mean this…me." The injured Omega clarifies, "When she finds out you killed me…her innocent mate….do you really think she'll still love you?"

  "She won't ever find out. But if she did, I know nothing would change how she feels about me. Y/n will always love me"

   Sarah leans back in her chair, feeling defeated by the other woman's words, and her eyes begin to feel heavy as exhaustion seeps into her. She knows that even if she managed to get free she's already lost too much blood to escape on her own. She probably couldn't even stand anymore.

  As she thinks this her legs instinctively twitch, and Natashas grin widens as a new idea enters her mind. She chuckles to herself as she crouches beside the terrified Omega and she lets her blade point skate across the woman's calf before looking up at her.

   "This will hurt"

   Sarah lets out an ear piercing scream as the blade cuts through the sides of both her knees, severing the tendons and muscles that reside there. She continues to cry out as pain ripples down to her toes and up to her hips, it feels like her entire lower half is on fire and she's all too aware of the warm sticky blood oozing down her legs.

   Suddenly however, the pain begins to die down. At first she thinks she's gotten another wave of adrenaline. But then a numbness begins to creep into her feet and as travels up her legs she realizes it's not adrenaline.

   "Wha- what did you do to my legs?!" She cries, trying to move them to no avail

   "I made sure you won't be running anywhere. Your tendons and ligaments have been severed, your muscles have been shredded and your nerves are badly damaged." 

   Sarah lets out a sob as her tormentor's words sink in, and she begins to mourn for the life she'll never get to have now. She won't get to live in a beautiful house with you, she won't get to raise your pups, she won't even get to have the dog she's always wanted. She won't even get to see your beautiful face one last time, you won't get a proper goodbye.

   Her tear filled eyes look up at the other Omega and she can tell by the look on her face that time amongst the living is soon coming to an end. She's accepted that now.

   Natasha moves quickly, plunging the knife into the chest cavity of her victim. There's a crunch as it scrapes against bone and the agent lets out a breath of air that would make you think she's been punched. Nat locks eyes with her, then she twists the blade.

   A muted scream leaves your Omega and her face contorts into one of pure agony before the blade is pulled from her. The Russian watches blood gush from the wound and onto the concrete below and Sarah gurgles fill the room.

   Panic filled eyes look at the redhead, likely hoping that she'll end her suffering. But Nats is content to watch as blood spills past her lips. Sarah coughs up crimson only to sputter and choke as she attempts to get air. But it's in vain, she's drowning in her own blood.

   Finally after a few more choked sounds her body stills and Natasha has the great pleasure of watching the light fade from her eyes as all life leaves her.

   Happy with her work she heads back to her original hiding spot where she'd left her bag and she quickly changes. She sports a new outfit and shoes now, the old blood covered ones take their place inside the bag and she places the veil back over her face. She quietly heads out of the building and hops back onto her bike, taking off in the direction of the new headquarters.

   She takes a route a little out of her way, which takes her over one of New Yorks many bridges. She easily tosses her knife and sheath into the cold waters below and traffic zooms by her. Once she's in the heart of the city she heads down the first back alley she sees. Sure enough at the end of it is an old oil drum that homeless people now used as their fire pit. Thankfully one is around to see her toss her bag inside before lighting it ablaze. Not that they'd recognize her anyway.

   Finally she's back at the facility and she pulls her bike into the garage. She sneaks back upstairs in time to get a call from Maria.

   "Hey Nat"

   "Hill" she greets, "What can I do for you?"

    There's a sigh on the other end, "Marques and Harris haven't checked in. We haven't been able to get through to them either. I need someone I trust to go investigate it."

   "And that someone is me"

   "Correct."  Hill responds, "Y/n has already been informed about the situation"

   "Ok. Send me their mission location and I'll be on my way."

   Natasha makes sure her entire investigation and her reports are done by the book. She'd even called Maria to inform her of the tragic news and get a body retrieval unit there asap. And now that they were here, Nat could leave and head back to find you. No doubt you had already been informed.

   Once again she pulls her vehicle into the garage before she heads upstairs. She heads for your room first and knocks on the door. Worried when she receives no answer she lets herself in, but all she finds is an empty room. She heads for her room next, perhaps you were there checking to see if she'd returned yet.

   When she opens her door she's shocked to find you laying in her bed, covers pulled tightly around you. You're obviously asleep as your breathing is even and she carefully sits down on the bed next to you. 

   A smile spreads across her face when she realizes you're wearing your old sweatshirt. The one she liked to steal because it smelled like you, so of course she'd taken it with her when she left. Of course it had lost your scent years ago, but now it will have it again.

   A familiar scent permeates your dreams and your eyes gently flutter open, "Tasha?"

   It's obvious by the rasp of your voice and the redness of your cheeks that you'd been crying so she gives you her best reassuring smile, "I'm right here, Y/n"

   Without hesitation you fling yourself into her arms and she wraps you up in her tight embrace. She relishes in the way your body feels against hers, she's missed physical contact with you so much.

   "I'm sorry about your….I'm sorry about Sarah"

   You nod against the crook of her neck, "So am I. I should have been a better Alpha."

  "You're an amazing Alpha "

   You shake your head, "No, I'm not. I didn't wait for you and then I let Sarah claim me just because I was afraid to be alone and now...now she's gone and I don't even feel heartbroken"

   The Omegas heart flutters in her chest, "What do you mean?"

   "I feel terrible because she's gone, and she must have been so scared all alone like that. But I also feel relieved, and that's such a terrible fucking thing to say." You admit, running a hand through your hair

   "Hey, hey. It's ok" she coos, trying to relax you

   "I'm not glad she's dead, of course I'm not. She was a kind and sweet girl who really did care for me. But I never felt for her what I feel for you"

   She purrs at your admittance and snuggles into you once more. You relax slightly as her nose brushes against your scent gland, but the guilt still gnaws at you.

   "I should have gone with her."

   "No" she sternly replies, "Then the same thing might have happened to you. And I can't lose you Alpha."

   Her voice had cracked at her truthful admission, causing you to hug her tighter, "I know, and I can't lose you either Omega. I missed you so much"

   "I missed you too" she purrs, gently connecting her lips to yours

   To her satisfaction you don't pull away, instead you lean further into her, deepening the kiss by sliding your tongue into her mouth. She lets out a soft moan at the action and tightens her hold on you. Her heartbeat quickens when your hands land on hips and she allows herself to be pulled closer against you.

   The kiss quickly becomes desperate and sloppy, causing the Omegas hips to grind ever so slightly against you. You can feel yourself getting worked up by her actions and shame overtakes you. Your Omegas body is hardly cold and here you are practically ready to make Natasha your own. 

    “Tasha….We…we can’t do this” you pant, pulling away from her slightly

   “No please malysh(baby)” she whines, disliking the lack of contact from you, “This is all I’ve ever wanted”

   Your heart soars at her admission, but your Alpha instincts are torn. Do you mourn your lost mate, who you never truly saw as yours? Or do you give into your urges and finally take Natasha as your Omega?

   Sensing your inner turmoil the Russian reaches out for your hands. She guides them to her face, and purrs when your thumbs begin to gently rub her cheeks, “It’s ok Alpha, just focus on me”

   “I think that's part of the problem actually” you mumble, smiling when she laughs 

   “What I mean is, you're too focused on how you're supposed to be acting and what you're supposed to feel as a grieving Alpha. You're too worried what others will think” she explains, “Instead, focus on this”

   You look to where her hand now rests on your chest, “My heart?”

   She nods, “Listen to what your instincts are telling you. What does your heart want?”

   “You” you answer without hesitation, “I want you. Wanna make you mine”

  “Please do Alpha. Want you so badly”

   You surge forward and connect your lips to hers once more. Your hands eagerly roam her body and she whimpers at the affection, which only further spurs you on. Your lips move to her neck and she gasps as your tongue traces around her scent gland. Her hips jerk against you and her hands tug at your shirt

   “Malysh(baby), please”

   Not wanting to keep your Omega waiting you eagerly strip her and yourself of your clothes, and you marvel at how wet she is for you. Her slick is practically dripping to the sheets below and you can’t help but let your thumb run through her folds. She moans as you press against her sensitive clit and you can feel how she clenches around nothing. Your cock twitches at the thought of being inside her, getting to feel that for yourself

   “So beautiful” you remark, gently pressing your lips to hers as you line yourself up with her, “Even more beautiful than I imagined”

   Her cheeks heat up at your compliment but her reply dies in her throat as you begin to slip inside her, and she lets out a moan instead. Her hands clasp at your shoulders as you bottom out, and despite your urges to pound into her you still, allowing her to adjust.

  After a few moments her bright eyes gaze up at you, and you find nothing but tenderness and love in them, “Please make me yours Alpha. Claim me”

   You grunt as you comply, thrusting into her with a quickened pace. The way your cock stretches her out feels delicious and she knows nothing will ever compare to having you inside her. Her toys will never give her the same enjoyment after this.

   “Fuck, Y/n…just like that..don’t stop” 

   “Not gonna stop” you grunt into her ear, “Not until I knot you and fill you with my pups”

   A mix between a purr and a moan leaves her and her eyes roll back as you hit a sensitive spot inside her, “Yes, please Alpha. Wanna be yours, wanna have a family”

   Her hands move to your neck in an attempt to pull you impossibly closer, but when her thumb brushes against your old mark for her a spark of jealousy flows through her. It matters little that the other Omega is dead now, what bothers her is how Sarah got to have you first. But she takes great pleasure in knowing she’ll be the first to take your knot, and your cum

   Her velvety walls clamp down around you, and you let out a moan that has even more of her arousal gushing onto you, “Fuck baby, you feel so good”

   She purrs and lets her walls squeeze you, “Want your knot Alpha, please”

    “I’ll give it to you, don’t you worry baby” you reply, thrusting into her roughly

   “Oh fuck! Gonna cum!” she shouts and with another thrust she releases all over your cock

   “Such a good Omega” you tell her, kissing her neck as you continue to pound into her

   All she can do is whimper and grasp the sheets as you continue, quickly bringing her to a second orgasm. But right as she can feel herself about to snap she feels your knot press against her. Excitement floods her at the thought of finally being yours and having you as her own and she hooks her legs around your waist to help pull you into her

  You both moan in unison as you slip fully inside and lock into place. Her mind goes blank as she feels your cum fill her and a satisfied smile breaks out on her features when she feels you bite into her scent gland.

  After a few seconds you pull your mouth away to nuzzle against her, “Mine. My Omega”

   She's too blissed out to say anything in return but she purrs happily as your hand caresses her face. After another minute or too she begins to gain back some awareness and she hungrily eyes your neck.

    “My turn” she whispers before biting you 

  She does her best to cover the other Omegas mark and she takes pride in knowing it won’t take long for the remnants to fade into nothing now that hers is there instead. Her hands rub your back as she kisses and licks at your wound and her heart practically bursts from happiness when you croon for her

   “My Alpha, all mine” she declares, tightening her hold on you

   “All yours Tasha. And I expect you’ll be with my pups soon now, so don’t you dare even think about returning to that damn team without me”

   “I wouldn’t dream of it malysh(baby)” she responds, “I’m not ever leaving you again. But I’m also not willing to endanger our pups. I’m done with them.”

   “I don’t think Fury will allow that” you admit, worry knitting your brows

   “Oh, he won’t have a choice”

   “Find yourself another assassin. I’m through” Natasha announces as she saunters into the Directors office with you behind her

   He eyes her skeptically, “You can’t leave Romanoff. The team needs you”

   “Frankly I don’t care” she admits, “Despite your interference I have my Alpha now, and I’m not going to give up being happy just so you can put me on babysitting duty. HAve Hill watch the team”

   His nostrils flare as he becomes impatient, “You're not leaving. You leave and I tell your Alpha exactly what you did. Down to every detail”

   Natashas eyes widen slightly. She knew he was smart, but she's sure she covered all her tracks…of course if you knew the situation as well as Fury did it would be easy to conclude that she had done it. But does he have proof? No, if he did she’d be in a cell

   Your hand on her shoulder pulls her out of her thoughts and she hesitantly looks at you. She's petrified that you're catching on. Would you leave her if you knew? Would you hate her? Hate your pups? 

   “I know what she's done” you annonce, glaring at Fury with an intensity your Omega has never seen

   The man chuckles, “Oh I’m not referring to Red Room activities here Y/l/n. This information would break you”

   “Oh I know what you refer to, and if you think it changes anything about my feelings for my Omega, you're wrong.”

   The man looks taken aback by your statement. Apparently he had been foolish enough to believe that you had actually moved on from the Russian when you settled for Sarah. Apparently he thought one no contact mission and a heap load of paperwork and endless missions would be enough to push her into Caps arms instead of making her long for yours.

   The Russian approaches him with a smug grin, “You heard my Alpha. You have nothing to use against me. But we, oh we have plenty”

   His jaw clenches as she slides him a file. He immediately picks it up and looks through it. There plenty of documents and pictures that paint him to be in league with Hydra. Selling them weapons, giving them data. IT makes it appear as if he knew they were in SHIELD the whole time and the only reason he got shot was because he refused to give them something vital.

   “None of this is real. It's all a bluff. Doctored photos and my name inserted into others files”

   You nod, “But who do you think the public will believe if those get leaked to the press?”

  “What's left of SHIELD will fall without you to guide it, and your reputation will forever be ruined” Nat tells him, “Not to mention you’d be locked up in the Raft with all the other traitors”

   His hand crumples the paper in her hand and he sneers, “Fine. Both of you go. Leave and have your normal life. But i don’t want either of you crawling back”

   “We won’t” you tell him, taking your Omegas hand as you lead her from her his office

   She happily giggles as she gets into your car and you smile at her, “I love you, my Omega.”

   “I love you too, my Alpha. Now let's go start our new life”

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I saw you again ‖ Carol Danvers x reader part 2

Summary - You couldn't look at her eyes without falling in love again Warning - Was written before The Marvels came out, so the event will not matches canon

Part 1

Three years.

Three years since you came back from the blip. Three years since you moved out of your old house. Something happened to you during the blip. It happened to only a few people but you were unfortunatly one of them. You forgot half of the last four years of your life. Which meand you forgot half of the people you knew in the past 4 years, you forgot half of the things that happened and you forgot half of the good and bad event of your life.

So you decided to move out of your old house. You were still an agent for S.H.I.E.L.D, but you only went on very important mission with the Avengers. Well, at first you were in a bit of a conflict with Clint, due to Natasha's death, but you mainly ignored him. Oh and also, Yelena and you were closer than ever. Not as in a relationship but in a sister way. You were the one to help her deal with Natasha's death and even if it was hard this got you both closer. She felt happier so you felt proud of yourself.

You, however, you felt like something was missing. Like someone was missing. You knew who she was. Atleast you knew her name. Carol. That is how you called her. Well how you called her in your song anyways. You knew she was someone dear to you, you never wrote songs about people so she must have been special. But you didn't remember her and there was no Carol in your social circle.

Anyhow, right now you were in a little rush. You had to go to work for an emergency meeting, Fury's call, about a super hero under the name of 'Captain Marvel'. He said that she was going to take the lead of the SAT, a team you decided to start and so you needed to be there. The SAT, also known as Space Avengers Team was an innitative that would reunite all the Avengers non-human or able to live in space for missions in the outer space or on another planet. Your plan was to expend protection all around the universe, to give the Guardian of the Galaxy more help. The multiverse too now with the help of the young America by Strange's side. And as the brain of idea, you had to be at the meeting on time.

You rushed throught the entrance of S.C.Y.T.H.E, Super Communicative Yard Technologic Hyper Electrocnic, you were greeted by a few agents but you couldn't waste your time on them. As you reached the elevator, you saw that the door was about to close itself and you frowned.

"Please hold the door !" You called out and the person inside of the elevator blocked the door.

"Thank you so much." You said between breath not even looking at the agent by your side.

The meeting was starting in five minutes. You were just on time.

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It has been three years since Carol last saw you. She would come visit Earth a few times, and everytime she was staying at your house to remember you. But now here you were. Standing beside her, not even noticing her presence in the elevator.

"Thank you so much." Your voice echoed throught the elevator and Carol felt her eyes tears up.

It has been so long since the last time she heard your voice. Eight years, and now, it sounded so familiar yet so strange. And you looked familiar yet so she feels like you were a stranger. Your once light h/c hair were now darker, and you were also taller than before. Your voice still sounded the same but at the same time your sounded less guarded than before. Everything about you changed, without changing.

Exiting the elevator on the same level, Carol watched as you rushed inside of the meeting room. Not even sparing a glance at her. And she felt her nerves goes up.

"Ah ! There she is ! Carol Danvers, our Captain !" Nick smirked and you looked up from your sit.

'Carol Danvers'

This name was familiar to you and when you looked up, there stood a blond. Her hair were short, very short but it suited her, she was in her suit and you couldn't help but gulp a little at the sign. But what caught your attention the most were her eyes. Her light brown eyes were filled with so many emotions. They held so many memories.

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"Carol ! No Carol stop !" You ran away throught your field and Carol chased after you.

"You get back here !" The blond yelled and you giggled before turning around with a smirk.

What you didn't expect was Carol being closer to you than what she was supposed to be, causing the two of you fall. Carol on top of you, yet her right hand was under your head, preventing it to hit the ground.

"If you wanted me to be on top of you, you could have just asked me darling." Carol smirked and you blushed before shoving her away.

"In your dream Vers, back to work now !" You replied with a playful smile and you broke your eyes contact before getting up and go back inside, giggling at Carol's next words that you knew by heart now.

"Yeah, in my wildest dreams Y/n/n. I'll see you again !"

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"I should take you on a date." You moved from under the spaceship and Carol chocked on drink.

"W-what ?" She asked with burning cheeks and you smirked.

"I should take you on a date." You repeated and the other woman turned away, clearly flustered.

After a few seconds, you couldn't help but laugh at her reaction causing Carol to faceyou once again, with a playful glare this time. Once your laughter died down, you looked back at Carol only to see her smile from ears to ears, and she was in awe.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"What eyes ?" The blond asked with confusion.

"Eyes that tells me that you're in love with me or something." You pointed out and Carol walked to stand in front of you.

"But I am in love with you. I love you. So please be my girlfriend." She bluntly asked and you stood there in shook.

"W-what ?" This time you were the one stuttering and Carol chuckled before walking away.

"Alright, I'll let you think about your answer ! I'll see you later Space Widow !" She called, leaving you a blushing mess in your garage.

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"You know, your eyes remind me of winter." Carol spoke up and you, who was laying against her chest, looked up from your ipad with a confused frown.

"What ?" The question slip from between your lips and the blond chuckled.

"Well, they are cold but beneath them is a bliss of beauty, just like how snow covers the flower buds. And even if they give a cold exterior, the warm your eyes hide behind their walls is so comforting. Just like a warm blanket covering me." Carol explained and you let your ipad on the table with a cheeky smile.

"Then yours remind me of fall. The light brown color of your eyes remind me of the fallen leaves and it also remind me of the cover of the books in my library that I read in fall. Under a warm blanket all over me too." You replied and Carol smiled before pecking your nose.

"Well aren't you a cutie." She complimented and you intertwined your fingers.

"I'm your cutie thought right ?" You questioned and the woman hummed against your lips.

"Yep you are." Carol's soft lips pressed against yours and you moved to a more comfortable position, deciding to sit on her lap, until the kiss was broken by your yawn.

"Go to sleep my darling. I'll be there when you woke up." Carol hugged you tighter and you snuggled into her chest.

"I'll see you again ?" You questioned and the woman nodded.

"I'll see you again love."

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"We've been waiting for weeks now ! Where is Fury's team !?" You groaned as you passed around the living room and Carol sighed.

"Darling-"

"No. Listen. The fact that he even let your spacehip have a deficiency is a problem, but he doesn't even try to send you a team ! And the intel you got was wrong !-"

"Babe-"

"-You are so busy but you had to come here and every intel he told you were wrong. Plus you crashed your ship !-"

"Y/n-"

"-What if there was another planet that needs you right now but because Fury doesn't move his ass they will not be able to reach you on time and-"

"Y/n look at me." Carol stopped you firmly, holding both of your arms and making you face her.

"Love calm down. Take a deep breath okay ?" She added as you shared an eyes contact.

And you took a deep breath, her warm light brown eyes helping you to keep your ground as Carol caressed your cheek.

"Everything will be okay. Fury's team will arrive in a few. And if people needs me I'll be there on time. And if I didn't crash my space ship I wouldn't have meet you love." The blond comforted you and you hummed contantly, hugging to woman of your life in the middle of your living room.

"If you go back in space. I'll still see you again right ?" You asked not louder than a whisper and Carol kissed the top of your head.

"I'll see you again. Always."

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"I'll see you again..." You breathed out and Carol's breath itched.

"I'm sorry ?" The captain asked and you immediately went throught your stuff.

"I'll see you again ! These were the words you used to tell me all the time ! You're the Carol I love ! The one I wrote the song about ! You're the Carol I've been waiting for all these years !" You exclaimed happily and rushed to hug Carol tightly.

Carol couldn't believe it. Not only you were hugging her after eight years but you also said that you loved her. During the entire time of you both being together you never said L word. Yet today you were basically saying it to stranger.

"I missed you so much..." You whispered and the blond woman couldn't help but feel a tear roll down her cheek.

"I missed you... So much more." She answered.

Then Carol cupped your cheeks between her hands and you leaned into her touch almost immediatly. Your e/c eyes locked with brown ones as Carol smiled. You were really there. She could feel you, she could hold you.

"I missed you so much more my love." Carol lips brushed against yours.

Then your eyes drifted to her lips. You didn't even knew her that well but you felt like you need to kiss her. It just seemed right. And without a single thought, you closed the space between you two. At first you were tensed, the last time you kissed someone, that you could remember of anyways, was probably when you were on a mission for the Red Room. So a while ago. And yet here you were. Kissing a stranger. The kiss was soft yet passionated. And it was probably cliché to say this, but you felt like firework filled in your stomach.

Carol moved her hands from your cheeks to your hands and your fingers interlocked together. They fitted perfectly, as if the were made for each other. Without leaving each other's hold, the both of you pulled away and a soft smile made its way to your lips.

"I knew it. My prodigal child with the prodigal child of the Milky way." Fury smirk from the side and you looked down, your cheeks burning.

"What can I say ? I was destinated to be with a star." Carol replied while looking down at you.

Looking up at her with a smile, you couldn't help but stare at her enchanting eyes. You felt loved, cuddled, under a warm blanket.

"I'm so glad I got to see you again Captain Marvel." You breathed out with a grin and Carol put a strand of hair behind your ear lovingly.

"And I more Space Widow."