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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year ago

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Changing Seasons: The Lakes [Loki x Reader]

The Lakes Masterlist / Regular Masterlist Summary: (1) A long journey with Thor, Steve and Loki ends in a ramshackle country cottage. But really, it's just begun. (w/c 3.8k) Warnings: Minors DNI. Language. Ex-Loki. Smut references. Humour/Mild angst. Recommended Folklore Track: The 1

This is fine.

It’s just five days. In this...cottage. With your ex. You’ll barely see him.

The tiny two story building sat before you, twisting wisteria claiming rough stoned walls. Burnt orange leaves sparked against the morning chill, rooted into windowsills and crumbling brickwork.

It was small. Really small.

You stretched your legs, observing Thor waddle from the car, laden with suitcases.

One fell.

“Watch that!” Steve snapped, on his last nerve after the drive from the Essex compound. A hand flew to his neck, massaging the twinge caused by six hours squashed in the back of a hastily acquired hatchback. “Your collection of personal toys, Rogers?” Loki drawled, letting his mirth-filled eyes slide between the two men. “Yes, brother do be careful. We wouldn’t want the captain to be without an outlet.” Steve’s face flushed, while Thor staggered valiantly onward to the cottage door. “I still don’t understand why we didn’t take the train,” Loki muttered with a theatrical sigh, a single brush down the front of his suit making every well-worn crease evaporate. “The two of you on a train,” Steve spat incredulously, “wouldn’t be great for subtlety.”

Every syllable was laden with frustration as he heaved another case from the trunk. The god nodded. “Even I must admit, this is much more entertaining Rogers” he replied, motioning towards the cottage at the exact moment Thor’s forehead smacked against the low awning.

The suitcases fell in predictable succession. “Jeepers criminey-” Steve gasped, lunging forwards.

You rolled your eyes, smiling just Loki glanced backwards. A wolfish grin ignited. Shit. With narrowed eyes, he began to glide around the Fiat like a day-walker. His hair was slicked back, falling over the shoulders of a black suit more appropriate to fashion week than training in the wilds of the Lake District. You’d tried not to look at him much on the way here. For obvious reasons. He swaggered with resolute precision, infuriatingly erotic as he always was. It was sick, how he looked so good. Like he hadn’t been in the same car as the rest of you, gorging on jelly babies and squished krispy kremes foraged along the motorway. You had practised for this moment, and to your credit; your face remained perfectly straight. Your posture, casual. Unbothered, as Steve and Thor argued further up the path.

‘My slacks were perfectly folded in New York. If there is any rumplage Odinson- then I’ll know who to blame.’

‘Carry your own damn suitcases, then-’ ‘-I would’ve, if you hadn’t been such a dandy-show-off’

You spun away from your incoming ex, steadying your racing heart as you focused on the horizon. Mist hung over the rusted treeline, green and sienna twisting together and dipping down to a sprawling lake about a mile away, you reckoned, spread against the sunrise. Loki’s playful scathing broke the calm. “You haven’t said two words to me in almost twelve hours, Agent,” he purred. “I’m impressed.” There was a time that kind of talk would have brought you to your knees. But not anymore, you lied to yourself, clenching. With your eyes still lowered, you tilted your chin towards him. Defiantly, slowly, you raised them; catching his inscrutable stare like a rifle’s scope. You raised your eyebrows expectantly, lips sealed. Loki scoffed, looking into the distance. His breath was fog. “I don’t know what else I expected,” he muttered quietly.

You stood in silence, backs turned to the domestic carnage unfolding at the cottage door. Letting your gaze roll over the mountains. Early morning autumnal air stung the back of your throat. Fresh pine and wisps of smoke from unseen chimneys, far away. Amber hues spindled along the surface of the lake a mile below, rippling methodically. You fought the urge to look at him.

His eyes would look beautiful in this kind of light. Always had. “It reminds me of home,” he murmured wistfully. It sank into the crisp air, the softness of the tone you still dreamt about curling around your body like smoke. Loki’s scent mingled with the breeze, reminding you of nights spent wrapped around him as you slept in snatches. His hand never far from your own. His love draped over you like a cloak.

A shiver ran down your spine.

You felt him lean in, the warmth of his breath against your skin drawing closer before it retreated. “Asgard,” he added condescendingly. “Although, Asgard isn’t quite as...rustic.” He lifted a foot, making a show of wiping a sole on the wet grass.

You grit your teeth. It never ended. He couldn’t help himself, even after everything that had happened between you. The snake tightened inside your belly, unfurling and poised to strike; regrettable words bubbling behind your teeth. “Let’s just get through this week, shall we?” Loki snapped, before turning away. The crunch of twigs beneath his retreating footsteps was all you heard as the chill stung your eyes. Just the chill.

"I carry the paraphernalia so I shall be first across the threshold thank you very much,” Thor grumped, jostling Steve from his path and shuffling sideways through the frame. Steve grimaced, nodding at Loki to follow his brother. “Thank you,” Loki said curtly; noting the captain’s gaze flicker to where you stood overlooking the lake in a valiant attempt to remain mysterious. “She’s quite well,” he added presumptively.

Steve frowned. “She was quiet on the drive. Even let Thor play his music. Not like her” he said, leaning against the cottage wall before recoiling. “Urgh, it’s damp.” Loki chuckled. “Of course it is. Welcome to the northern hemisphere, Rogers. What you need, is some leather” he winked.

He watched the captain pat his shirt fruitlessly as a stain blossomed through the pale cotton, clearing his throat softly. “She’s still a little...put out... by our parting of ways. Can’t blame her, really. I mean-” He gestured to himself with a consillatory sigh. “She’ll warm up-”

Loki cast a glance around, realising he wasn’t sure if the hallway was colder than the exterior. “-metaphorically, anyway.”

Steve nodded sagely. “To everything there is a season…” he mused. Loki frowned, turning away. He waved a dismissive hand. “You know I do not traffic in colloquialisms, Rogers” he scoffed with his back turned. Entering the kitchen, Loki immediately bumped his shin on a discarded suitcase. He wrinkled his nose.

A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling, barely illuminating the cramped space. Ageing wallpaper clung valiantly to its charge, whimsical ducks and geese parading in an inexplicable march. Thor stood hunched over the sink, running spluttering water into the world’s smallest kettle. The ceiling was inches from his head. “Tea, brother?” he chirped. Loki nodded, wondering how the hell they’d ended up here. “Rogers?” he enquired innocently. Steve’s head popped round the doorframe.

“Howdy!” Loki closed his eyes and took a breath. “Rogers,” he repeated. “Remind me why this week is truly necessary?” Steve released a forced chuckle. “I’ll get to that. Hang tight.” He disappeared, shouting your name down the path. By the time the two of you returned, Loki had seidred the suitcases to their respective destinations. He had secured the largest room for himself, of course. Although that wasn’t saying much. Rogers and Thor would be sharing. Loki had the sneaking suspicion that was not the plan – but alas for them – it was their new reality.

Four mismatched mugs of steaming tea sat on the small square table in the corner. Loki sat in one chair, legs crossed. Thor in the other, looking decidedly squashed.

Steve closed the kitchen door while you leant against the counter-top, arms folded. “I made tea,” Thor smiled, pleased with himself as he held it forth like an offering. You accepted. Loki noted the shiver that shook your shoulders as the hot mug entered your cupped grasp. A fleeting smile of pleasure skating across your cheeks. He’d missed that, he found. “Please, take my s-” Loki started, beginning to rise. Habit. “I’ll stand,” you replied curtly. Loki nodded, sinking down. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as an oblivious Steve squinted suspiciously out the window while closing the blinds. “Alrighty then-” he said, turning. His enthusiastic glances bounced to each of them in turn. Thor adjusted himself, rewarded with the malevolent warning creak of a chair leg.

“As anyone who was listening during our meetings will know,” Steve paused, staring at Loki, “it’s come to my attention that our manual outdoor skills are somewhat lacking. Anything happens to our abilities or comms while we’re on a rugged mission and booyah,” he made a burst with his fingers, “pardon my french – but we’re up crud creek without a paddle.” Loki scoffed. “Hardly-” “This week we’ll be getting back to basics. You two-” Steve gestured between the gods seated at the withered dining set, “especially. It’s all magic and brawny shenanigans until you need to skin a rabbit.” He looked to you warily, “Metaphorically, of course. Our resident expert will give us instruction, and we’ll go from there-” Steve nodded to you, folding his arms. Loki rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you understand how magic-” “No weak links.” he continued, un-phased. He had his very serious face on. “And I count myself in this too. We need to be confident that if something happens, and we’re out in the wilds...we can handle ourselves. Survive, until help arrives.” “But why here?” Loki whined, “we have the facilities to simulate the environment back in-” Steve held up a hand. “No one can know earth’s mightiest heroes are out here learning outdoorsing 101, Laufeyson. Imagine the press. No.” He shook his head. “This is absurd,” Loki muttered into his tea.

“Let’s try and have fun. At the very least, it’s a week in the fresh air.” Loki’s eyes rose, your words and tone clearly rehearsed. There was a weak smile on your face, but it didn’t reach your eyes. He’d become intimately acquainted with that look in the final months of your relationship.

Silence hung in the kitchen. “And the two of you will be alright, will you?” Thor boomed, stretching a leg which reached halfway across the floor. He took a sip of tea as Steve’s face went pink.

“I mean, with the breakup. Although I suppose its better than being kept awake by the ooo’ing and ahhh’ing through the walls, isn’t it Rogers?” He began to chortle, “remember...remember in- where was it? Oh, Columbia. Norns, what a-”

“-Brother,” Loki snarled. Hair bristled on the back of his neck. You cleared your throat. “Loki and I have an understanding. There’s no animosity between us-” “Isn’t there? News to me,” Loki mumbled petulantly, running a finger across the plastic table cloth. He could almost hear the grind of your teeth as you spoke pointedly to Thor. “Well I intend on remaining professional. I’m sure your brother is the same.” Loki shook his head, snorting. “Professional?” he spat incredulously. “What need have I to be professional? I am a god.” “And there it is,” you began, temperature rising before Steve patted down the air.

“How about we go check out the bedrooms?” he said. Everyone murmured agreement. And somewhere between Loki cursing his temper, and the babble of his brother’s half-hearted apology- you were gone.

Ten minutes later, Loki found himself staring at the same spot on the wall he had been for the last eight. It was meditative almost. On the other side of the wall at the end of his bed, was your room. Small, rectangular. Barely space for more than the single bed. But Loki had a feeling you didn’t mind.

You had settled on the mattress around seven minutes ago after unpacking, the comforting creak of springs alerting him. What were you doing, he wondered. Thinking. Feeling? He shook the thought from his mind, reminding himself that was no longer his business. But the thought crawled back with the vengeance of a dying wasp. If we were together still, I’d have made her climax twice on this bed by now.

His clothing hung in a drab single wardrobe. When in Nilfheim, he’d surmised. The garments were simple, and perfunctory. All manner of base layers and fleece lined items in vapid shades which lacked even a morsel of style. Not a sniff of leather. And zips in the most unflattering places.

Loki shuddered.

His ears pricked as he heard a wooden board in your room creak, tracking the slow amble of five steps it took to cross the floor from end to end. She’s looking out the window, he mused.

‘Get your hands off my undergarments,’ Thor’s voice was crisp and menacing through the wall to Loki’s left. ‘Well, put them in a drawer like a gentleman.’ Steve snipped in response, barely muffled by the stone. ‘There are no drawers! Why must we reside in such a place, Rogers!?’ He has a point, Loki thought. ‘Because no one would expect it.’ Steve replied smugly.

There was a pause, but Loki could hear the thump of Thor’s boots as he rounded the twin beds, positioning himself for attack. His voice was low, and purposeful. ‘Just like you won’t expect...this.’ The inhuman sound of one of his brother’s legendary farts ripped through the wall.

Loki braced in the silence that followed, relishing the craft of his devious room organisation while Steve, he presumed, got some traction to exit through the window. ‘Jeepers,’ came the choked, disbelieving response of the captain through the wall. Jeepers indeed, Rogers, Loki smirked.

A sudden tinkle of restrained laughter perked his ears. It came from behind the wall in front of him. He froze, savouring each lilting rise and fall as you gave in to full-blown cackle. Wait for it.

He held his breath. You snorted. Loki grinned, letting himself bathe in the warmth of that laughter which used to lace his brightest moments. The nights, when you met after long days apart. He remembered when he would tickle you beneath his sheets in the Tower. When he would slide his hands over your squealing, curled form in apology, crawl on his knees beneath the covers and gently part your legs.

‘I just can’t help myself,’ he’d purr, kissing the smooth skin of your inner thigh. ‘Forgive me?’

And you always did. Until you hadn’t. You would rake your hand through his hair, lovingly humming his name as he ran his tongue up your plump slit; settling in to his long, languid worship. Loki sighed. He looked down in his lap, realising a thumb was digging into the palm of his clasped hands. He pushed it in harder, frowning. Fool.

Suddenly the door flew open. A red-faced Steve gripped the door-frame, breathing heavily. “Swap...with...me,” he gasped. Loki shook his head, heavy with feigned sympathy. “Afraid not, Rogers. Look, I unpacked and everything.” He pointed to the wardrobe. “Like a gentleman.”

Steve’s face flushed deeper, hanging his head in resignation. “Gosh-darnit,” he sighed under his breath. “Be downstairs and ready in five.”

A chorus of Blackcap birdsong fluttered and rolled over the bushes. Final frostings of morning clung to crisped leaves, slowly warming in the blast of breath-fog from three Avengers huddled around a large map. You watched with an amused smirk on your face, laughing inwardly that Steve thought a wardrobe full of Trepass could disguise their presence. Like three bears at a piglet’s tea party.

Thor held the compass, squinting. The rectangular instrument looked much like a stick of gum in his palm as he leant closer to the dial, searching for some unseen clue. You decided to have mercy.

“So you can see here,” you said gently, tracing your finger over the map, “to get to the lake we need to follow a bearing of 79 degrees….and we need to adjust for true North. Remember?” You moved the compass slightly. “Blast,” Thor growled. He was taking this very seriously. A bobble hat was pulled low on his brow, but even then, you could tell he was frowning. Loki chuckled derisively, smoothing a strand of inky hair from his jawline. You watched as it curled behind his ear. His beautiful, perfectly formed ear. “Volunteering for the next marker, Loki?” you asked calmly, watching his smug smirk fall. You switched back to Thor, now measuring points on the map diligently. Steve stood by his shoulder, taking notes on a small pad. “A-ha!” Thor shouted triumphantly. A dozen birds took off from the nearest tree, fleeing skyward.

Steve frowned. Stealth, it chided. The blonde god whipped his face to you in childish glee. “This way!” he pointed theatrically. You nodded, bathing in the pride spreading across the god of thunder’s face. It was Loki’s turn to frown. “Give me that,” he snipped, snatching the compass as Thor began to fold the map and lead the charge towards the next marker. “You’re just jealous brother. Clearly my skills of navigation are unmatched. Isn’t that so, Agent?” he postured loudly, clearing a branch from your path. It wasn’t often Thor truly had the upper hand. So you decided to push it a little higher. “Out of the three of you so far? Absolutely.” You beamed at him, seeing storm-clouds gather in Loki’s eyes out the corner of your own. His brows knitted together, chin pushing down into the thick roll of his scarf.

Thor hummed as you passed beneath his arm. “I always liked you, you know” he chuckled in hushed tones. Clearly, he’d seen the abject annoyance blossom on his brother’s face too.

You nodded conspiratorially, casting a glance back at your dejected ex as he picked his way over a patch of brambles, hands deep in his coat pockets. Steve followed behind, flicking through the pages of his pocketbook.

“Meh, it’s good for him,” you said diplomatically while shooting Thor a toothy grin.

He returned it.

Loki took each step carefully. He would be damned if a tangle of barbed shrubbery bested him the same day as his oaf of a brother.

He wouldn’t have gotten it without her help, he fumed; stepping quickly over a freshly steaming pile of suspicious pellets. His nose wrinkled, glancing up to where the two of you were sharing a moment. Blatant favouritism.

Gritting his teeth, his jaw nuzzled further beneath the coiled wool around his throat. A smile lit up your face as you shared some sort of inside jest with his brother. Loki remembered, all too well, how you used to look at him that way. How it was to bathe in the warm of your affection, the comfort of your hallowed inner circle.

He tried not to let his mind wander to your inner circle too much. The immediate twitch of his cock beneath the ghastly slacks was a timely reminder why. Steve’s shrill caw of warning came too late. “Watch your-” Loki froze, snarling as his eyes fell to the foot now wedged in a pile of shit. “How appropriate,” he sighed as he reluctantly pulled it free. He began to wipe it on the ground. “Just wipe it on the ground,” Rogers said. Loki's stare was daggers as he continued to do just that, cursing the Norns as you began to walk towards them. “What’s the hold up?” you said. Loki raised a hand to stop Steve from speaking, but alas.

“Laufeyson stepped in poop.” “Thank you, Rogers. I’m sure our ‘resident expert’ can see that.” Steve crouched down to his haunches, inspecting the boot-imprinted pile. “Looks like deer poop to me,” he observed diligently. “What do you think, Agent?” “Could be,” you said, matching his serious tone. “Nice spot.” Loki felt his jaw slacken.

What portal has opened and swallowed me to this unending nightmare.

He wiped the defiled heel of his clumpy, tan boot a final time, before marching up the ridge. He should be first. He had the compass, the ultimate instrument of inter-planetary survival, apparently. “Broth-” he started, before rocking back on his heels. “What is your problem?” he heard you hiss as you yanked the back of his jacket. Loki whipped round, every snippy retort that hovered on his lips evaporating as he saw your flushed face; wild with undisguised irritation. Steve was bumbling slowly up the hill, oblivious. “I…” Loki breathed, resisting the unfamiliar urge to tell the truth. You were still gripping a toggle that dangled from the back of his jacket. Loki looked at it, pausing a moment before refocusing with renewed vigour.

“I shouldn’t have to do this. It’s ridiculous, and you know it.” “Well why are you even here? Why don’t you just bugger off at a moment’s notice like you always do? Go whine to Heimdall or something?” Loki heard white noise bubble deep in his mind, rising to a roar as his vision tunnelled to the sight of your pupils blown wide with anger; lip trembling ever so slightly as you valiantly stood your ground. There she is, he thought with bizarre satisfaction. “Because I wouldn’t want to give the impression I’m not a team-player, would I?” he snarled through gritted teeth. You released your grip on his toggle with a scoff. “I’ll believe that when I see it. If you can last the whole trip, I’ll-”

“-You’ll what?” Loki heard himself say. The tone, he noted, was dangerously flirtatious.

You eyed him suspiciously.

“-I’ll be am-azed. The prim prince of Asgard, hacking it for a week out here. It might be good for you.” You see-sawed your palm. “But you know...low expectations.” Loki’s eyes narrowed as Steve emerged hovering over your shoulder. He suddenly reminded Loki very much of the geese parading on the kitchen walls. “I assure you, Agent, I shall pass your tests with flying colours.” He forced a smile. It hurt his cheeks in the cold. A little bow followed. A little flourish of his hand. He paused, baiting you. “I look forward to you proving me wrong, then,” you sniffed, re-adjusting the straps of your backpack.

Your eyes caught his a little longer than you’d intended.

Loki’s gaze fell to your lips, beginning to chap in the unforgiving English chill. How he wanted to capture them with his in that moment, moisten them with his breath and tongue and fiery adoration. To warm you, take care of you. As he should have when he had the chance, perhaps.

At the time, Loki wasn’t sure why - but nonetheless he held out the compass to Steve. “You take this one, Rogers.” “Alrighty then!” the captain quipped obliviously. His knees pumped up in a farcical jog down the ridge towards Thor, having an in-depth conversation with a passing sheep.

“Alrighty then,” you mimicked to yourself with quiet smile. Meeting Loki’s amused gaze, the smile fell. And without another word, you set off down the hill.

The god watched you pick your way gracefully over the autumnal landscape, breeze whipping your hair. He brushed his own from his eyes, pausing to reluctantly admire the rugged peaks and cliffs that curled in on their path. Burnt orange mingled with green, a rolling wave of seasons trickling through the vale. He could feel it all around him; through him – seeping beneath his skin, whether he willed it or no.

Change.

Chapter Two: Sticks and Stones A/N: Thank you so so much for reading this - if you did! I'm having so much fun with these bunch and I'm very excited to share this kind of ridiculous journey with you :) There won't be as many POV switches in subsequent chapters - we just needed it in this one. As always - love love to hear your thoughts. Gooooo Autumn!🍁

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perdidosbucky-yyo · 5 months ago

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Main Masterlist

Pairing: Best Friend!Steve Rogers x Plus size! Fem!Reader (no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: Trapped in a prison of your husband and your mother’s expectations, haunted by the memory of your best friend, your only comfort is the ghost in your garden.

You thought you would never see him again but when he unexpectedly returns home from the war after 12 years, you’re not prepared for what’s to come.

wc: 6k

Warnings: Feminism doesn’t exist in this fic, the story is set between 1950-1965, fertility issues, detailed mention of miscarriage, body shaming (not from Steve), implied boner and handjob, violence, terms of endearment (I got carried away jsjs), detailed sexual abuse attempt (not from Steve), domestic violence, flashbacks and small time jumps (I hope it’s not confusing lmao), changing POVs (again, I hope it’s not confusing lmao), please let me know if I missed anything! more warnings to be added in part II.

a/n: This is my entry to @witchywithwhiskey 's Slasher Summer writing challenge, with the prompts: small town and stalker. I've poured my heart and soul into this fic, I had so many ideas I had to cut the fic in half so part two will be posted soon I hope (but it won't be part of the wc given that it ends today hehe) I hope you like it 👉🏼👈🏼

This is not beta'd any and all mistakes are my own.

“Move” your mother reprimanded.

You wanted to, you did, but your body wouldn’t listen, your chest was so heavy you felt trapped under the covers.

The sky was so blue, it reminded you of the blue puppies you once had in the garden. You cried all night when you came home from a trip to find them wilted and forgotten by your husband, they were the same shade as those eyes… every time you tended to them, it was like he was looking at you.

“Speak! Do something!” she hissed, the blue sundown behind her, tainted the room slate, and her black eyes became even darker. You noticed as she screamed in your face that her breath smelled of cigarettes, normally you’d be cowering in fear or trying to appease her but you remained frozen not even blinking.

Letting out a snort she wipes the sweat off your forehead with a cloth, “Look at yourself”, the woman grimaced, did you truly look so ghastly?

You wished she would just leave you, your mother was a busy woman, she had other things to do than take care of you… you hate to bother her.

“if you get any bigger people will know”, you vaguely hear her words, you tried to care but the sky was so beautiful, so peaceful, something you appreciated given your current state. Your whole body ached and nausea kept you awake every night, you were exhausted, and yet sleep never came.

“You reap what you sow darling, you must've done something to dese- You should be thanking God John hasn’t left you yet! he won’t put up with this for long, he wants a wife, not this” Her hand points to you in bed with a scowl on her lips.

Tears start streaming down your face, you wish the shadows in your room swallowed you. As saliva gathers in your tongue you feel like you’re about to throw up but your body still wouldn’t move.

She’s still rambling on about your failures as a woman, pacing around the room, so you take a frame from under your pillow, it was a photo of him and you.

Sophomore year, both of you sat on a bench just outside of your high school, he looked so handsome, you remember it well. Right after fall break, he wore a wool waistcoat that was much bigger for his skinny figure, and his hair was perfectly combed.

Both of you smiled from ear to ear, he was hunched over while you sat up straight with your knees resting on his.

It felt like it was a lifetime ago, instead of 12 years, you didn’t particularly enjoy high school, but Steve Rogers made it memorable.

Once upon a time you lived in the same neighborhood since you were 8 years old, the first time you saw him he was having an asthma attack as he crashed his bike into some trash cans. You ran to his side and quickly introduced yourself, his scrawny hand shook yours back before you took the white ribbon from your dress and pressed it against his bleeding forehead.

He instinctively reached for his head and your fingers grazed him for just a second, eyes so focused on yours, you realized he was scared, so your other hand reached to comfort him… sometimes you think you’ve held hands ever since, and neither of you could let go.

You couldn’t be separated even if your parents threatened and bargained, inseparable would be an understatement. After the accident, Steve found a kindred spirit and comfort in your friendship, while you discovered fierce loyalty and kindness.

It was strange that, at such a young age you felt drawn to Steve, and you knew he did too, as children it only made you want to spend every second of every day together.

You’d spend summers, riding your bikes all over town despite your mother’s scorn, listening to Billie Holiday records in Grandma Rogers’ dusty old house, reading in the library until it closed, playing tag in his living room while his mother baked in the kitchen, hiding in his basement every time your dad picked you up.

When the days you spent together weren’t enough, you begged for sleepovers, your sister had them all the time after all, but your mother thought it improper for a boy to sleep over, so eventually, you fashioned a sheet rope for Steve to climb once everyone had gone to bed, and then he’d sleep by your side.

Some nights you’d whisper what you imagined the past was like, both of you were passionate about history, sometimes Steve would caress your hair while you sobbed into his shoulder, cursing to hell all belts, but most nights you would stay silent, holding hands until you fell asleep, once the sun was up, Steve’s side of the bed was always empty.

This went on for years, even in high school, your love for each other only grew, despite the silly arguments like you spending more time studying than with Steve, or him always getting a black eye never knowing when to stand down.

The both of you knew this was forever, and there was nothing you could do or say that would make either of you leave.

You tried getting out of his hold, squirming and pushing, if it were anyone else you’d be suffocated, “G-osh Stevie for someone so lean, you sure are strong” you huffed and puffed.

“If my mother finds us cuddling she’ll never let you see me again” You laughed, but you weren’t kidding, young ladies were never to engage in inappropriate behavior with boys your mother would always tell you.

“Yeah, I’d like to see her try” Steve grunted, almost possessively, his arms only squeezing you further into his chest, you couldn’t breathe but it wasn’t because of his bruising hold, chills went down your spine, and butterflies flew in your stomach.

You chose to ignore his comment and what it made you feel, “We have to go soon, Bucky won’t wait for us forever and he’s our ride”, finally you felt Steve’s arms relax but his hands remained on your back, rubbing it.

Catching him off guard, you free yourself and jump out of bed, quickly running to your mirror to check if your hair still looks good and to your relief it does. As you turn back you catch a glimpse of him adjusting his pants which makes your cheeks burn hot, you didn’t understand why that made you proud, and it isn’t the first time it’s happened, but Steve reassured you it was normal…

You weren’t brave enough to ask him if it was normal that you wanted to touch it.

As you walk out to your porch, Steve’s hand reaches for yours, “Promise you won’t stray too far from me, God knows what kind of people Tony invites to his parties”, his eyes search yours for something, you don’t know what, so you nod while your thumb caressed his knuckles, Bucky was already on your driveway honking the horn without any regard for your neighbors.

“You’re lucky my parents are out of town Barnes!” you laugh as Steve opens the door for you, once everyone has their seat belts on, per your request, you head to Stark Manor.

After a short drive, you enter Tony Stark's ancestral home, it seems like the whole high school was invited. You never liked parties all that much, and neither did Steve but you thought socializing with other people besides each other would do you good, your mother insisted on it.

Swallowing a nervous gulp, you instinctively reached for Steve’s hand, just for a few seconds but then Peggy Carter jumped into his arms with a red smile and an even more gorgeous red dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

She was an exchange student, she was relatively new to the school but she quickly befriended your little group of friends, with her London charm and wit.

Your heart sank to your stomach and a knot formed in your throat when you saw his hands on her sides. Why were you jealous? he’s your friend you had to remind yourself, Steve couldn’t always be by your side, you knew this… and yet you couldn’t help the sickness brewing deep in your stomach when Peggy’s hands roamed all over Steve.

It was obvious Peggy liked him, but Steve’s reluctance to take her hand gave you a moment of relief, but then he was gone, lost in the sea of people. You hugged yourself as you considered asking Bucky to take you back home, but he already had his tongue down Dot’s throat.

Against your better judgment and Steve’s warnings, you found yourself in the bar, admiring all the bottles of liquor that came in different shapes and sizes, the one called Unicum caught your attention but as soon as you smelled it, you put it away.

“Not a fan I take it?” a voice comes from behind, following it, you find the host himself wearing a black turtle neck along with a blazer that hugs him just right, his brown eyes slowly studying you while he takes a sip of his drink.

Putting back the bottle, you chastised yourself for picking it up in the first place, “I’m sorry, this is expensive, I shouldn’t have touched it, I’m- I’m sorry” you sputtered.

You were nervous, but you realized you liked the attention, Tony was every girl’s dreamboat and the fact that his eyes were so focused on your body was thrilling.

With a sly smirk, he walks closer to you, “Don’t you worry Honeybun, that’s my father’s drink, break the damn thing if you want” he chuckled, “You’re Rogers’ little pet, aren’t you? he leave you all alone?”, he sounded a little drunk already.

Before you could get mad at his nickname, his arm wrapped itself around your waist “I think you’re a sweet-tooth Honeybun, you’re going to love Grasshoppers” he stated, without giving you a chance to refuse.

You were delighted to find out you did love the creamy drink, and after a few of them, Tony started to be less annoying to you, and if you squinted you could pretend he looked like Tony Curtis.

You missed Steve, where is he?

As Tony dragged you to the dance floor, squished between the crowd of drunk classmates, you started to feel suffocated and Tony’s grip on your wrist was starting to hurt, but your head was so fuzzy, and the room was so loud, he probably couldn’t even hear your protest.

Tony finally stops, his hands wander down your back until they’re on your waist, and his fingers dig into your dress, making your heart skip a beat, as he starts swaying you, Steve emerges from the sea of dancing silhouettes.

His smile of relief drops when he sees another man’s hands around your waist, you almost push Tony away in response, but you just put on your best smile.

“H- Hey I’ve been looking all over for you”, Steve says, his tone is friendly but his eyes darken when Tony pulls you closer to him, making you trip a little, you didn’t have your wits about you, and Steve notices.

“Baby I need to get you home” he almost pleaded, you’re shocked he called you the nickname he only used when you’re alone, his perfect blue eyes had… longing in them? that couldn’t be right, especially when you discover the mark of red lips on his cheek, making your blood boil.

“I don’t want to leave Steve, I’m- I’m having fun with… T-Tony”, you tried to sound unyielding but you could feel the tension rise between the two men, you were never good with confrontation.

“You heard her little man, you shouldn’t have left her all alone if you didn’t want someone to steal her from you”, Tony says matter-of-factly.

Your best friend looks stoic, not moving a muscle, he looks intimidating despite Tony being much taller than him. He’s one step away from invading Tony’s space, but you’re quick to place your hand on his chest, and you immediately feel him relax, his eyes soften too when he turns to you.

“Go back to Peggy, I’m sure she’s waiting for you” is all you say with a wavering smile.

His hand wants to reach for you but all he does is nod before he disappears into the crowd, you’re a little disappointed. The rest of the night is eternal, your feet grow sore, and you had your 4th grasshopper a minute ago so your mind is comfortably numb, but every time Tony gropes your hips, or his fingers trace your cheeks, you feel guilt deep in your stomach, and to your dismay the party only seems to intensify.

As you slow danced you tried to ignore how dizzy you felt, but when the song ended you couldn’t help but let your weight fall into Tony’s arms, he just laughed and reaffirmed his hold on you “C’mon Honeybun don’t tell me you’re sleepy, night’s young! I want to show you something”.

You felt him move you before you could even respond, “Wh-where are we going Steve?” you slurred, not realizing you called him by another name, your question was met with silence, Tony just kept on pulling you across the grand hall.

“I want to show you the pretty flowers in the garden Honeybun, no one will bother us” his smile was wide but it did nothing to ease you, he shushed you while you tried to voice your thoughts.

You felt watched… the night breeze flew by your dress and your skin prickled, but it wasn’t because of the night chill. You were too busy admiring the pastoral landscape to worry, your eyes followed the tree-lined path up to a beautiful pond, with pink roses everywhere, but before you could take a step forward, you were being pushed up against a stone wall.

“Ow! Tony what-” His lips crushed yours before you could finish your sentence, he tasted bitter and unwanted, you tried pushing him away but you were weak, the alcohol in you like heavy chains around your arms and legs.

“Don’t you wanna make me feel good Honeybun?” he slurred in your ear, your stomach filled with dread, you almost gagged, “please stop” you begged, but his hand brutishly covered your mouth “Shut up” he spat while his assault continued down your neck, you could hear his belt coming off and alarms went off in your head, a scared whimper managed to escape his hand.

The party was roaring inside, and the music was muffled by the stone walls, you were sure no one would hear your screams, you sobbed at the realization. You were about to accept your fate but then Tony’s thrown back by the neck and into the dirt, it was Steve!

Before you could react he was already on top of Tony pummeling him without compassion, animalistic grunts escaping his lips as his knuckles bloodied themselves.

“You don’t fucking touch her!” Steve growled, “You’re going to wish you were dead you piece of shit”, the hits kept coming, and you couldn’t stop watching, it was horrifying watching your best friend become this violent, controlled by his dark impulses, but a small part of you, a part of you that you wouldn’t acknowledge felt satisfaction, pride even…

Tony had been unconscious for a minute now and Steve wouldn’t stop, you were surprised he wasn’t having an asthma attack by now, the sickening sound of his fist meeting beaten flesh brought you out of your thoughts, you quickly ran to Steve to make him stop.

You grabbed his bloody fist in the air “Steve stop, you’re going to kill him” you cried, both of you heaving, you sensed Steve was making an effort to hold back, the blue in his eyes was almost gone, with only rage in them, “He should be six feet under just for putting his hands on you” he gruffed, you didn’t know how to respond so you only nodded, taking his hands in yours, and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

Seeing your blood-stained lips made him feel unlike anything he’d ever felt before, a sense of ownership pleasantly lingered, but as he searched to see if you were harmed, your tear-streaked face made him move off Tony, and take you in his arms, the warmth radiating from him finally calmed you enough to let yourself feel the terror of what could’ve happened to you.

You let it all out onto Steve’s shoulder like you’ve done countless times before… except this was different, you’ve always felt safe with Steve, but after tonight, you also felt protected.

“I won’t let anybody touch you again baby” he lulls, your arms wrap around his neck and instinctively you rub off on his chest, needing to be as close to him as possible, his scent already soothing your soul.

“I promise”, he whispers in your ear and kisses your temple with such tenderness you barely feel his lips… everything is going to be ok.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice,

then kiss me once again

It’s been a long, long time

Haven’t felt like this, my dear since I

can’t remember when

It’s been a long, long time

♫ ♪

“He’s back in town” Peggy repeats after you remained silent for an awkward amount of time, you just couldn’t stop replaying this one song in your head…

“Did you even hear what I said?” Peggy’s annoyance startles you, making you drop the cup of tea you were nursing.

She rolls her eyes at you, while she grabs a dishtowel to wipe the spilled liquid, “Steve Rogers is back” she deadpans, carefully observing your reaction.

“So sad Sarah isn’t here to welcome him back home” you whispered, tears threatening to spill at the memory of the woman who took care of you for so long, far more tender than your mother ever was to you.

“Honorably discharged” she continued, probably not even hearing your comment “They even made him a Captain, can you imagine? I-”.

She keeps on talking but it’s all muffled noise to your ears, your mind running a million miles per hour.

Would you give him a call?

how much can war change a man?

would he call you?

what would you say if you bumped into each other at the supermarket? God, John doesn’t even know about him.

Knowing Steve was home rekindled the heartache you managed to bury in the back of your mind every single day, it took everything in you not to start crying every time you remembered his broken promise, but you learned a long time ago that it was best to keep your emotions under lock and key.

The sound of running water finally distracted you from your consuming thoughts, “Hon are you sure you’re up for visitors?” Peggy sings with faux concern as she does the dishes, “I know you’re still not over the incident but I have to agree with your mother, you need to try harder, this is not normal, when I was preg-”

Willing yourself not to throw the porcelain cup at her head, you grinned, “Maybe we’ll see Steve at the reunion, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see you Peggy”, you sassed behind your stiff smile, but of course, she didn’t notice. Her reaction only confirmed what you suspected, like a little girl her ears perked up and her cheeks turned bright red “It’ll be so good to see everyone again” Peggy tried to conceal her excitement.

“I’m sure your husband will enjoy seeing everyone too” you reminded her, too tired to play nice with her.

Peggy’s eyes widen “You see, I don’t think Tony will be able to attend… you know how he is, always work work work” she laughs nervously.

You know better than that, Tony Stark was a sleazy drunk, you knew it since that night back in high school, but as the years passed, Tony’s attempts to hide his transgressions were feeble, by now the whole town knew every time he went away for business to New York City, he was on a bender gambling, drinking and sowing his wild oats, but Tony’s wealth and power always kept him out of trouble.

“Of course, I’m sure he’ll be back from his business trip just in time for the reunion” You pleasantly smiled before getting up and cutting up a piece of pink azalea cake for her to take back home, far, far away from you.

Once Peggy’s gone you start your chores, it was always the same, wash John’s clothes and press them, hang them by the door for the next day, then clean the windows, wash the curtains, scrub the floors until they’re shining, and never mop, last time you did your husband almost burned your books. Dust his trophy cabinet, sweep the garage, and finally make dinner and keep it in the oven so it’s warm when your husband comes home.

After finishing everything up to John’s liking, you always end up in your garden, the joy of your life besides a good book.

Your garden wasn’t grand or exotic like the other housewives’ gardens, Peggy would often say it was dull or pitiful or both, but in your eyes, it was precious and full of life.

From hybrid phlox, peonies, and hydrangeas to blue holly bushes, you took care of them with love and tenderness, your garden was your comfort in your darkest days, sometimes the only thing you looked forward to in your day.

But your roses… they were your most prized possession, every day without fail you tended to them, making sure they were safe and felt cared for, sometimes you would even sing to them, your roses were your babies, you could never forsake them like he did you.

You cried as you fertilized the earth for your youngling, your tears fell on the little sprout right next to the other roses, now in full bloom.

Your mind wandered 9 years back to when you first married John. You couldn’t fight your mother any longer, for years you rejected any suitor she brought, doctors, lawyers, professors, none of them compared to the one person you truly loved. Despite your mother’s constant denial, you hoped Steve would safely return and finally admit the feelings you knew he had for you, and take you far away…

But it was a silly fantasy, he never wrote, not once since you said goodbye that September night, so long ago, you hated him for it, you never understood why he abandoned you like that, you only knew he was alive because of the letters he sent to his mother, but his beautiful eyes haunted you at night, and when you didn’t dream of him you resented him for it.

Then your mother arranged a date with John Walker, he was young, easy on the eyes, and set to inherit his grandfather’s sugar company which was said to be a very wealthy prospect. He wasn't particularly sweet or charming but his easy-going smile helped you ease your nerves.

The first thing he did when he saw you was take your hand and plant a kiss on your knuckles, he was sturdy and his posture was always rigid, but he had this suave confidence that made you think he owned the entire world.

He offered stability and comfort when you needed it the most, so you forced yourself to love him, you told yourself that he would be a good husband despite not knowing his faults or even his traits,... Steve wasn't coming back, so you decided to trust your mother's judgment.

The first year of your marriage you came to accept the fact that as hard as you tried, you would never feel the same way for your husband as you did for your best friend, but life with John had become comfortably dull.

You never thought your life would turn like it did…

As you adapted to married life, you found out John’s easy going smile was a facade, he was strict and expected certain things of you. To please him in every possible aspect, that was a wife's duty after all, he'd turn mean and a brute if you failed in your duties but if you followed the rules, he would leave you be to read your books and tend to the garden. You learned the hard way if he came home to find his clothes wrinkly or God forbid the floors mopped instead of scrubbed, you would suffer the consequences..

Eventually, you learned to appease his ego and keep your head down, your days went out painfully slow, and you would dread every time the hands of the clock slowly approached the time of his return, each day you wondered what new insult John had prepared to make you feel inadequate.

Thinking his temper would placate once you carried his child was naive, you realize that now. The first time you got pregnant you were ecstatic to love someone with your whole heart and soul, and for your love to be returned, but soon there was nothing to tell.

It was difficult to keep it a secret from your husband, like your mother, he crushed you under his expectations, the weight of them almost unbearable, and both, always made sure you knew the disappointment that you were.

But missing his smell, the comfort he provided, missing Steve was the most painful.

Tonight was your high school reunion and you couldn’t stop pacing around the living room, it was almost time to leave and you were still waiting for John to come home and change. Given that it was summer, the nights were hotter so you wore a sleeveless, wide-skirt baby-pink dress, adorned with white lace, pearl earrings, and white gloves as the finishing touch.

You were about to call his office when you heard the car park in the driveway. Too anxious to wait for him, you ran outside ready to greet him with a scotch, “Welcome home dear, please hurry, I left your clothes on the bed. If we leave in five minutes no one will noti-”

John slams the car door before you can finish your sentence, “We’re not going” is all he says without sparing you a look, taking the scotch from your hand and drinking it in one gulp.

“Please John, don’t be like this” you protested, “you said we could-”

“For fucks sake!” your husband snapped, his hand hit the hood of his black Chevrolet Impala, making you jump scared, he treated that car like his baby… the alarms in your head cautioned you to choose your words carefully.

“J-John please, be reasonable, let’s go inside I’ll make you another drink” you pleaded, afraid the neighbors would hear you arguing, the street was busy with kids riding their bikes and people coming in and out of their homes.

“You don’t tell me what to do!” he barked out your name like an insult, his body shaking with anger he had to clench his fists, he took a step forward and you recoiled, making him huff in offense.

He took your wrist with force and jerked you towards him, making you tumble on your heels, “Stop being so dramatic” he reprimanded. You didn’t mean to upset him but you didn’t want to go alone, you couldn’t! John had promised weeks ago he would go.

“I fired over 50 of my best workers because they thought they could do whatever they wanted, I will teach you a fucking lesson too if you keep pushing me” he threatened with malice, tears threatened to spill, you didn’t want to look at him but his hand forced your chin up.

You instinctively shook your head, too afraid to even speak, that only fed his ego and in a second he was dragging you through the pavement and into the house, a sick smile displayed on his face.

“John you’re hurting me” you panicked, holding onto his arms for some support, as he kicked the door close, he dropped you on the carpet of the living room, you almost hit your head against the tube.

Your husband’s chest heaves above you and before he can touch you again you quickly get on your knees with your head looking up, trying your hardest to make eye contact with the man you feared “I’m sorry!” you repeated over and over, the knot in your throat making it painful to speak.

After a long silence, you see his features relax, you’re flabbergasted by his swift change of attitude, his smile slowly widens and you flinch when his fingers wipe a single tear “That’s what I like to hear Sugar”.

“You know what I think?” he continued, “You should be at home trying to get pregnant and start our family instead of running off to a party and see some moron you used to be friends with”.

Nausea overwhelmed you at his implication but your mind spun at the mention of Steve, how on earth did he know about him?! Maybe you weren’t as discreet as you thought.

A stabbing pain on your wrist interrupted your thoughts and you reached for it, John comically pouts “I’m so sorry Sugar, work was just so stressful” he sighed while helping you stand up, your scrapped knees shake as you find your balance. You couldn’t be in the same room as him anymore, but your body wouldn’t move, he didn’t like it when you refused to look at him, so he tilted your chin up.

“Tell you what, I’ll let you go to this thing… I know Tony and Peggy will keep an eye on you”, he grinned, pulled you close to him and kissed your forehead, making your body tense.

You desperately wanted to push him off of you, and you almost did, but it wasn’t a good idea to piss him off further, after tonight, you weren’t sure how far your husband’s cruelty could go.

“I need to call Peggy” stated, your voice meek, too afraid he would change his mind, “so they can come to pick me up” you clarify, taking John’s silence as your cue, you took a hesitant step back, and briskly walked to the phone in the kitchen, thankful you had some space from him.

After the 5th ring, Peggy finally picked up and without getting into the details, you explained to her why you needed a ride to the reunion, to which she reluctantly agreed. As you waited, you cleaned the scrapes on your knees, if you put on stockings no one would notice, you quickly re-did your makeup and hair, and It wasn’t more than 15 minutes when you heard Peggy’s tootle.

You were almost out the door when John called your name, clearly asserting once more his power over you, letting out a shuddery breath, you turned to face him with your chin held high.

“Get me a beer” he commanded, too entranced with the boob tube to even bother looking at you, the room went quiet and all you could hear was your heart beating in your ears, you knew what he wanted from you. You wondered if you would ever be free of his torment, but the weight of your wedding ring reminded you of your vows…

Till death do us part.

So you plastered on a graceful smile, walked to the kitchen and returned with an opened can to place in his hand, with a smug smirk, he pats your ass, “off you go” he dismissed, and you promptly did.

The ride to the school was silent, Peggy didn’t question your vacant stare or why you kept rubbing your wrist, her mood seemed sour and you had no intention of untwisting that ball of yarn she called a brain.

As you walked in, you barely recognized the halls you used to walk every day, you remember Steve struggling to open his locker, Bucky flirting with anyone who wore a skirt, skipping Gym class so Steve wouldn’t be all alone in detention.

As you walked into the gym, you admired the decorations, balloons scattered all over the floor, red and pink confetti cascading down on everyone, glimmering under the soft light. You recognized some people but there was so much people, you weren’t even sure you went to class with some of them, the party was in full swing, and people danced as the band played your favorite song.

Never thought that you would be

Standing here so close to me

There’s so much I feel that I should say

But words can wait until some other day.

♫ ♪

You are as beautiful as the day he lost you, Steve thought, from all the way across the room, you still hadn’t seen him but he saw you the moment you walked into the room, stealing the air from his lungs.

His heart aches so painfully to be near you he swears it could be a heart attack, he was frozen in place afraid that if he moved you’d disappear, he wonders how long it would take for him to win you back…

Something in you compels you to turn around, and when you do, a gasp escapes you… You couldn’t believe your own eyes, for a moment you didn’t recognize him, he was taller and incredibly broad, nothing like the man you saw last a decade ago, his posture was intimidating, but then you met his eyes, and those were the same. He truly was back, and all those emotions you kept under lock broke free, making your legs move forward before you could think, he immediately did too, and suddenly the both of you were running through the crowd to get to each other.

Without hesitation, you crashed into his arms, and he crushed you to him, easily picking you up, he was definitely stronger. Breathing him in, a sob almost escaped your lips, it was still the same after 12 years, the noise around you drowns out and it’s as if the earth stops spinning altogether… “I’m so sorry you lost your mom”, you whimper, it was the first thing you needed to say.

His hold only tightens, making it harder to breathe, memories of his suffocating embrace making you feel warm inside, you grip the nape of his hair for comfort, “I didn’t get to say goodbye” Steve whispers into your neck. Since you can remember, you always hated when he was heartbroken, his pain was your own, you wished you could take it away.

“I know”, you nod, before he slowly lets you down, making you realize just how much the height difference is, it made you nervous.

His hands settle on your lower back while yours rest on the sides of his shoulders, you’re so close, he’s hunched over and you’re on your tiptoes, just inches away from his lips, his nose nudges your own for a moment, making the butterflies in your stomach wild, you feel drawn to each other like magnets. Steve’s leaning in, and like a bucket of cold water, you remember the last 12 years, you remembered how easily he abandoned you, breaking every promise he made to you.

You quickly turn your cheek and you can feel his disappointment boring into your head, taking a small step back, you hold his hand tightly, not redy to let him go yet, and you shake your head, silently telling him you couldn’t kiss him.

The soldier had half a mind to grab and kiss you, remind you of what you meant to each other, after years and oceans apart he never stopped thinking about you. You both knew from the day you met , you were his, and he wasn’t going to let anyone get in between the two of you ever again.

But before he could say anything, Peggy Carter approached them.

“Well well, look at you two chums getting reacquainted”, her smile was sickenly sweet, but her eyes told you, you were caught… How long had she been watching? you ask yourself as anxiety settles in your stomach, and then your husband’s words ring in your head.

“I know Tony and Peggy will keep an eye on you”.

Your heart beats incessantly against your chest, and your breathing becomes shallow, she was going to tell John, you realized… and you were terrified of what he would do.

To be continued…

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The Recruit - 36. You

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 3665

Warnings: smut (seven person bisexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, double vaginal penetration)

Synopsis: When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it. He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time. Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out. It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

36. You

Getting to know Steve Rogers again was much easier than the first time around. The thing was, in the version of Steve you had known, he was still in there. It was just that before everything had been so extreme. You’d had to walk on eggshells around him, not sure if saying or doing something would set off his anger or his sex drive.

Now those extremes were smoothed off. He could still be very serious. He could still give you a look that made you feel like a kid who had just gotten in trouble with their father, but you weren’t scared that you were going to ignite something dangerous in him. More than that, when he was very serious or not playing around with you or the others, you felt safe to tease him about it.

Where his extremes had been smoothed off in one direction, there were parts of him that had been suppressed by the thing that was in him. He was sweeter now. More tender. He had a quick wit and an adorable playful side. You went very quickly from being hesitant and unsure if this was going to work, to well and truly in love with the man.

The others were right all along. It was really hard not to love Steve Rogers.

There was a lot more going on in your life than just getting to know Steve. For starters, you now had a new job as a full Avengers Agent. You were a combat field agent, which meant that if the Avengers were called out to fight, you were usually right there along with them. There were also smaller skirmishes that you could be called out to, things that didn’t need a Hulk or Iron Man, you’d be there. Thankfully that kind of thing wasn’t an everyday occurrence, and you could go a week or more with nothing happening, but there had been things. Sam and Bucky had taken a group out to deal with a group of domestic terrorists threatening to release a virus. Natasha had word of the Red Room being up and running again, and you and a group of agents went to break that up. Clint had taken a few people in to arrest people selling alien weapons to collectors in an illegal auction in the city. The biggest sting you were part of in those early months was the one where the Avengers had found the H.Y.D.R.A. base where Steve had been headed the day he’d run. There was more of that Black sludge in bulletproof glass cases. It turned out to be some kind of alien creature that formed a symbiotic relationship with other lifeforms but altered their thoughts to be more feral and primal. H.Y.D.R.A. had somehow reprogrammed their thoughts the way it had done to Bucky all those years ago. The creatures were now totally loyal to the organization.

Being a full agent meant you didn’t see all your old recruit friends as much. Collins was in IT, Qadira worked in the infirmary (though she’d come out to the field on rotation with the other medics), and Jacqui was held back for more of the bigger superhero events. It was strange for them not all to be there, but you all made time for weekly drinks at Valhalla, and when something else came up with any of them, like weekend barbeques, drag shows, or parties, there was always an invitation for you.

Then there was the whole going public thing. The group didn’t make any announcements. No questions were answered outside of no comment, or not answering questions about personal lives. So it wasn’t so much about going public, it was about not hiding.

It meant there was a lot of speculation about what was going on with the group when you all started going out together. There were rumors about different pairings, about cheating, about break ups and make-ups. Occasionally there were fans in comments on articles that suggested the theory that maybe there was some level of polyamory going on, and on one of the more liberal press sites they mentioned the rumor about polyamory with some accompanying photos of different members of your polycule being publicly affectionate with each other as possible evidence. But even that article was passed off as a joke. A public wink with a cheeky ‘oh maybe, are they…?’ With a very clear, probably not but good for them if they are at the end.

So far the whole group had not gone out together on a date. There had been pairs, and a couple of trios, and once Steve, Bucky, Sharon, and Natasha had stopped at a diner after dealing with something downtown, and had ended up in the gossip columns talking about their double date, but logistics and time had meant that all seven of you hadn’t been able to go anywhere all together.

Tonight, that had all changed. A booking had been made and the group had gone out to do that one date that Steve had been waiting all these years to do. You had all gone dancing.

It was the same club you had gone to with Sharon what felt like a whole lifetime ago now. Everyone had dressed up. Clint wore a three-piece suit in purple with a long gothic-looking jacket. Sharon wore a white aline halter neck dress, with an asymmetrical skirt that had white tulle layered over the white satin. Sam wore a very tailored red suit that hugged his silhouette. The jacket had a wide blue satin collar and he’d worn a white band collar shirt under it. Bucky wore head-to-toe black that came complete with suspenders and a fedora. Natasha wore a black capped sleeve, a line dress, with a peekaboo panel in dark red. Steve had a real gangster look, in his dark blue three-piece suit with red pinstripes. You were also in an a-line dress - blue with white polka dots and black neckline, halter strap, and sash around your waist. Everyone had gone all out for the date, and the result was amazing.

You’d all eaten together, and then danced, pairing off and staying close to each other. Given there was an odd number of you, pairing up meant there was a leftover. At the start of the night, that meant that three people would sit out while four danced. As the night progressed and drinks were had, everyone's inhibitions dropped and all seven of you danced at once, the extra person always being absorbed into one of the other pairs.

It was fun and frantic and it kept your heart rate up. When Steve led you onto the dance floor, the song changed to a slow jazz number. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your hips, and the two of you just started to sway with the song. “Tonight has been so fun,” you said as you looked up into his eyes.

He smiled back down at you, his blue eyes soft and shimmering in the low lights of the dancefloor. “It has been. I’m so glad I waited to do this with all of you.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder for a moment, just enjoying the moment with him. He wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, pressing his lips to your temple. “Happy?” he asked.

You pulled back to look back up at him. “I am so happy. I know what led to getting here wasn’t great, but I think even before I got here, some of the others wanted to stop hiding the relationship. And now we’re not, I feel so much better. I’m so excited to introduce you all to my family and friends outside the tower. I love that we can do this. What about you?”

Steve took a deep breath and hummed happily. “I am happy. I know we have detractors and people who think they get a say about who we get to love. But I don’t care about what they say. And you know what? For every person who has said we’re sick or wrong, there have been two that are happy for us, or glad to see themselves represented by people like us. And I love being able to go out with you all. I do hate the attention we get, but I know that would happen no matter if I was monogamous or not. I am really happy.”

You reached up and caressed his cheek. Your heart felt full and you could feel his love and happiness radiating off of him. You hadn’t said those three little words to Steve yet. Now was the time. “I love you, Steve.”

He smiled and leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you too.”

He kissed you, and you melted into it, pressing your whole body against his, letting yourself sink into the moment as the music washed over you. He pulled back, just a little and brought his lips to your ear. “I think it might be time to go home,” he whispered.

You grinned back at him. “I think you might be right,” you agreed.

It didn’t take too much to convince the rest of the group it was time to go home. By the time you were back, anticipation was high. As soon as the door closed behind you at Steve's apartment everyone started shedding their clothes. They were left like a trail of breadcrumbs to the bedroom, each of you kissing and grabbing at each other on the way down the hall.

When you passed through the door, Sharon grabbed your hand and spun you into her arms. Both of you were already down to your panties, and your breasts pushed up against each other. She kissed you deeply and you moved with her as if you were dancing. Around you, there was much of the same happening. Clint was kissing Natasha as Bucky moved in closer behind her and kissed her neck, and Steve and Sam were kissing frantically and backed her toward the bed.

You climbed up on the mattress and Sharon climbed up after you. You were mirroring each other. When you pushed your thigh between her legs, she pushed hers between yours. When you started to grind on her, she did the same to you. When her fingers slipped into your panties and began to circle your clit, you pushed your hand into her panties.

The whole time the two of you kissed. You had no idea what the others were doing, except that they were close to you because anytime they moved, it made the bed dip on either side of you. Your whole attention was on Sharon. The way her body felt against yours. The way her fingers ran over your clit and pushed inside you. The way her cunt clenched around your fingers and dripped down your wrist. Your pulse raced and you felt so hot, it was like a wildfire had been set under your skin, burning you up from the inside out.

Her fingers pushed against your g-spot, dragging over it, as her thumb rubbed circles on your clit, and as it did, you did the same to her. Closer and closer, she pulled you to the edge, and from the sound of her breathy moans, and the flutter of her cunt, you knew you were doing the same to her. Almost as one, your orgasms hit, and the two of you cry out and shudder against each other.

You continued to kiss as your orgasms passed. Gradually Sharon pulled back and grinned at you. “Come on, let’s go see what everyone else is doing.”

Bucky and Clint were currently on their knees and kissing each other like they had something to prove. While Natasha, Steve, and Sam were tangled together. Sharon moved over to the group of three, as you crawled over to Bucky and Clint.

“Hey, beautiful,” Bucky said as you approached them. “Want to be the meat in our sandwich?”

You laughed and pushed your panties down, and tossed them to the side. “Oh boy, when you put it like that, how can I resist?”

Clint started laughing and took your hand, laying back on the bed and guiding you on top of him. You straddled his waist and he grabbed his cock and held it up as you sank onto it, both of you moaning as he filled you. Bucky grabbed the lube from the side table and lubed up his cock. On either side of you, Sharon was now pushing Sam on his back and climbing on top of him, while Natasha had gotten on all fours and Steve was fucking her from behind. Clint pulled you down tight against him and the two of you began to kiss. A moment later, the head of Bucky’s cock was pressed up against your entrance beside Clint’s, and he started to push in.

There was a sting and burn as he breached you, and you cried out and bucked your hips.

“You okay, honey?” Bucky asked. He stopped pushing forward and began to rub your clit. Right away, warmth started to coil through you, making that burn in your entrance go from pain to pleasure.

You nodded emphatically. “Yes. Keep going. Fill me up.”

Bucky pushed in, stretching you out and filling you, and you mewled loudly. When he was fully seated inside you, both men just stayed still, letting you adjust to the size of them. You took the moment to glance around at the others, Sharon’s tits were bouncing rhythmically as she rode Sam, and Steve’s face was set in pure bliss while he thrust into Natasha from behind.

Seeing them all lost in their own pleasure set yours off more, and you moaned and clenched around Clint and Bucky’s cocks. They both began to fuck you, their hips moving counter to each other, so when one pulled out, the other thrust in. It was intense and it sent a hot current surging through your core. It became hard to focus on anything else besides the two men. You were vaguely aware of the other four, but what you could take in, only sent you spiralling to the edge even faster. Bucky began to rub your clit and Clint leaned up and pulled one of your nipples into his mouth.

You couldn’t hold it together. You arched back against Bucky, keening as your nails dug into Clint’s shoulders. Bucky pinched your clit and it sent you rocketing over the edge, crying out as you came, your cunt squeezing tight around both men's cocks.

Bucky thrust forward gritting his teeth and groaning as he tried to hold himself together, and Clint’s hips stuttered. “Shit,” he gasped. “Nearly took me over with you.”

You laughed breathlessly as your orgasm passed through you. “Trying to hold out ‘til the end?”

“You know it, honey,” he said.

Bucky pulled out of you, and you slid off from the top of Clint and the two of you just lay there for a moment, catching your breath.

The others had taken their cue from you, breaking their pairs and moving to create new ones. You crawled over to Natasha and she reached out to you, pulling you into a deep kiss. Sam moved up behind you, running his hands up your back and kissing your shoulder. When you broke the kiss with Natasha and leaned back to kiss Sam, she lay back, spreading her legs in front of you. Natasha played with her clit as she watched you and Sam kissing. He kissed you deeply and tenderly. You could taste Sharon’s cunt on his lips and you tried to suck off every last drop of her.

He pulled back and smiled at you. “I think Natasha might want something from you.”

You laughed and stole one last kiss before dropping down between her legs. She lifted her hips to meet you and grabbed your hair, pulling you down to her cunt. “That’s a girl,” she praised. “Get to work.”

You laughed and licked a stripe up her cunt, the tart, musky flavor of her arousal coating your tongue. You both moaned and as you swirled your tongue around, tasting as much of her as you could, Sam pressed the head of his cock to your entrance and sunk into you.

In the position you were in, you had no idea what was going on around you. You could barely even hear their moans with your head pinned between Natasha’s thighs. You licked and sucked at Natasha’s cunt and Sam thrust into you from behind. His hips snapped hard and fast, jolting you forward each time your bodies came together.

You were already so on the edge, that even just the hard slap of Sam’s hips as she shoved inside you was enough for your next orgasm to start to build. Your cunt tingled and heat spread out through you, making your toes curl. The worry that you’d end up coming far too fast, so you doubled down, focusing completely on Natasha.

You pulled her clit between your lips and suckled on it, as you shoved two of your fingers inside her. She was so wet already that every time you thrust them in and out of her, it made a wet squelch. You fucked her quickly with your fingers, your elbow pistoning as you shoved into her hard and fast.

The sounds she made were loud and animalistic and she started to hump your face and pull your hair. It brought you even closer to the edge and you began to clench around Sam’s cock, your legs trembling. It was hard to hold it together, and you decided the only thing you could do was try and bring Natasha on as fast as you could.

You curled your fingers and dug them into Natasha’s g-spot, and began to just hammer your fingertips against it as hard as you could as you sucked greedily on her clit. At the same time, Sam started rubbing your clit.

It happened almost simultaneously. Natasha’s cunt clenched around your fingers, she arched up off the bed, and her legs clamped around your head as she came, crying out loudly. At the same time, your whole body seized up and you jerked forward as your own orgasm tore through you. Sam kept thrusting but it became more erratic.

When Sam finally pulled out of you, you and Natasha just collapsed there, tangled together, breathing heavily. Her fingers ran through your hair, and Sam rubbed your hip. “You okay?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed.

The bed dipped on the side of you, and you looked up to see Steve looking down at you. “You have one more in you?” he asked, holding out his hand to you.

You hummed and took his hand, letting him pull you up. “Yeah. I think I can do one more.”

He guided you up and sat back, crossing his legs lotus style. You climbed into his lap and as you lowered yourself down, he guided his cock into you. Even as large as he was, you were so wet and so turned on that he slid into you easily. You moaned and wrapped your arms and legs around his waist. His arms wrapped around you and one hand slid up to the back of your skull, pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned into his lips rocking your hips with him.

Around you, the others had split up again. Bucky was on his back holding onto Sam’s hips as the man rode him, his cock bouncing and slapping against Bucky’s stomach. Natasha was on her back as Clint fucked her and Sharon rode her face.

You pulled back from the kiss and looked down into Steve’s eyes. “This is the first time we’ve been together when it was just you,” you said in a breathless half-moan.

“And it’s the first time it’s been all seven of us,” he added. “We better make it good.”

You smiled at him and cradled his cheeks. “It’s already good.”

He kissed you again, passionately, his head tilted and his tongue dancing with yours. You matched the passion and moved your hips with his. It was so different than with the others, or even with him before. The way Steve was with you was sensual and tender, but passionate and heated. You weren’t being fucked, you were making love, and as you were brought closer and closer to your release, you started to feel overwhelmed with that feeling. Your hands scrambled at his hair, curling in it and smoothing over it. “Steve, I love you,” you babbled. “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too,” he replied breathlessly, holding your hips and snapping his up into you.

Your orgasm built, winding its way through you like vines around each of your muscles. It peaked, and one after another they pulled tight, making you arch back in his arms as your orgasm took hold of you. Steve wasn’t too far behind you, he bucked up hard as your cunt clenched around his cock, and he emptied inside you.

You wrapped your hands around him and nuzzled into his cheek, your emotions feeling overwhelmed. He held you close and pressed his lips to your temple. “It’s okay, honey. I’ve got you. I love you so much.”

Gradually, as everyone finished around you, the whole group squeezed themselves into the bed. You were feeling so much, and all of it was good. You were happy, in love, and your future looked bright. You’d managed to balance work, relationships, family, and friends. There was no way of knowing what the future would hold, but there was one thing this year had taught you, you weren’t alone, and with all these people that loved you, you could face anything.

~ END ~

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theycallmebecca · 2 years ago

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Oh a ficlet request with Steve Rogers and it’s super domestic and fluffy. But Steve and Reader go shopping and it’s just their regular run and she sees something that she’s sure Steve needs a refill of (like his favorite cereal or coffee or even soap), so she just goes “You’re almost out of (x thing)”, puts it in the cart and keeps walking, and Steve just stares at her and in that moment he realizes he’s in love. Just by doing something mundane. But he’s like stuck/stopped walking so reader stops and goes “what?”

Hey @phoenix-rising-starbird-one thanks for this request! Since your prompt was so specific, there wasn't really a low of room for me to play with it... however, I took the general idea of reader buying something that Steve needed without him asking, and ran with that. I hope you like it!

This Memorial Day weekend, I'm accepting prompts. The information (and links to stories written for it) are in this post.

Title: Whole Heart

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

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Steve was waiting on the front steps when you pulled your car into the driveway.

Turning the car off, you unlocked the door and popped the trunk, not at all surprised when he opened the door for you.

“Sorry about this morning,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

The two of you had been living together for a couple of months and your Saturday mornings had become a date of sorts where the two got coffee and did the weekly shopping together. This morning, however, he’d gotten a call from work and had had to go in.

“It’s ok,” you assured him, remembering at the last second that you had gotten him a coffee, too. It was cold now, you knew, but it was plain black coffee and he wasn’t against reheating it in the microwave.

His face brightened when he saw the cup and he leaned in and gave you a kiss in thanks.

“You take that inside,” he said, gesturing to the coffee. “I’ll bring the groceries in.”

Knowing it was pointless to argue, you carried the coffee inside with him following a moment later, the multiple bags looking weightless in his hands.

He set the bags down on the counter and the two of you started to unload them. Setting up a tag team, of sorts, when it came to putting things in the fridge or in the pantry.

“How did you…”

Hearing his voice taper off, you turned from where you were rearranging the fridge and found him staring down at the bottle of body wash in his hands.

“What?” you asked, confused at his bafflement. “You were almost out, so I got you more.”

“But it wasn’t on the list,” he said, slowly.

The two of you kept a shared grocery list during the week, but personal items weren’t on the list because you each had your own lists.

“I got you more shaving cream, too,” you said, gesturing to another bag.

He gaped at you.

He’d warned you when you’d first moved in that he had been on his own for a very long time and that he didn’t expect you to take care of him or clean up after him. “I want a partner not a parent,” he’d stated.

Setting the bottle of soap down, he made his way to you and turned you around to look at him, closing the fridge door in the same motion.

“Have I told you how amazing you are?” he asked, his eyes looking deep into yours.

“Not this morning,” you replied, coyly.

“You’re amazing,” he stated, his hand caressing your chin. “I don��t always understand why you chose me, but I am entirely grateful you did because I love you with my whole heart.”

“I chose you because I love you with my whole heart, too,” you told him.

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crazyunsexycool · 2 years ago

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Unbreakable

Pairing: reader x OMC, Steve Rogers x Reader (eventually)

Word count: 3.3k

Warning: domestic abuse, sexual assault, attempted rape, attempted murder, oral (m receiving), cheating, blood, I think that’s everything but if I forgot something please let me know!

A/N: so I got this idea after reading a fic where reader loses someone they love during the blip and then they meet Steve and then after the snap the person comes back and it’s awkward because what are you supposed to do? This fic however will deal with reader having someone abusive in their life that gets dusted. How will reader deal with this new found opportunity especially once they meet Steve? Chapter one is really the only one that will have violence in it toward reader, of course it will be mentioned later on but that will have its own warnings. Also this is going to be the slowest of burns!

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There were rules you had to follow and you broke one of the most important ones. You were late. Your boyfriend David didn’t like it when you were late, even if you had a legitimate reason for it or that it was only by a few minutes. Still you ran from the subway station all the way to the apartment you shared with him, in hopes that he wouldn’t be too angry. It takes you a few extra seconds to get your door open because your hands are shaking so bad.

The tv is off and so are the lights and you breathe a sigh of relief, David wasn’t home. You walk into your room and drop your bag in its designated corner before went into the kitchen to get water. You recoil instinctively when you see David leaning against the doorframe. Even with a tall slender figure he could be imposing when he wanted. His eyes were a very dark brown and when he got very angry they were almost black. David kept his hair in a short style after you grabbed it as you tried to defend yourself. He was stronger than he looked, the proof was in the multiple concussions and broken bones you’d received from him.

“Hi David, I didn’t see you when I came in.” You say with a wobbly voice. The look in his eye lets you know he’s going to punish you.

“You’re late. What have I told you about being late?”

“You don’t like it.” You tried not to show him fear, he loved that.

“Yet here you are,” he looks down at his watch. “Three minutes late. So who was he? Who were you fucking?” He takes a few short steps until he’s towering over you.

“I promise I wasn’t with any other man. The train was late.”

“LYING WHORE.” He screams in your face and you flinch. “TELL ME HIS NAME.”

You know the answer is going to bring on the pain but there is no one who you could name. There was no one that you would wish this on. “I wasn’t with any other man.”

David’s fist connects with your jaw. He doesn’t stop even when you cry and beg. There’s blood running down your face but you’re not sure where it’s coming from and still David continues to attack you. He kicks your stomach and pulls you by your hair only to slap you around.

Then everything starts going dark and you take a small breath of relief, maybe this time you won’t wake up.

You slowly regained your consciousness a few hours later. The room was dark which most likely meant it was the middle of the night. You groaned in pain as you slowly got up from the bedroom floor where David had left you. He laid in bed, asleep and snoring as if he hadn’t just used you as his own punching bag.

As silently as you can, you grab a change of clothes and head into the bathroom. Other than the front door, the bathroom was the only other room that had a lock on it. The soft click of the lock gave you a sliver of peace. You grimaced when you looked in the mirror. There was a cut just beside your right eyebrow and your lip was busted. The area around your left eye and cheek were swollen and tender. You got in the shower. As the warm water soothed your aching body, you cried as you questioned what you had done to deserve the way you were treated.

There was nothing you wanted more than to be free from David’s hold. He terrified you. Going to the police wasn’t an option. Once your neighbors called the cops but David was able to convince them that nothing was going on. Even when he had some of your blood on his shirt. Your family was no better, they didn’t care for you so asking them for help would only bring you more humiliation.

You dry yourself off and get redressed. Instead of heading back to the bedroom you lay down on the couch and you fall asleep quickly.

For the next few months things would continue to stay the same.

Today was the day. It was over between you and David. Not only was he abusive he was also lazy. He never held a job for more than a few days. This made it your responsibility to pay all of the bills. Which you would be able to do if David didn’t spend all of your hard earned money. It was embarrassing to have to return the groceries because your card declined. Especially if you considered that you had gotten paid the day before. When you called your bank they told you about a charge for a few hundred dollars that was made with David’s card.

You were furious and you were using that rage that had built up over the two years of abuse to keep you going. When you get to the apartment you close the door gently, hoping to catch him off guard. The conversation in the living room however freezes you in place.

“Look at you so pretty on your knees for me.” His voice was deeper and the statement was followed by a groan.

It was no secret that he had cheated before but to bring them into the home you paid for was just another insult. As quietly as you could you walked into the living room. David sat on the couch while the woman he was with was on her knees. They were both distracted, him with his head thrown back and eyes closed in pleasure and she had her lips around his dick. If you still loved him it would have broken your heart.

“What the fuck David?” Your presence startled both of them. The woman quickly started to get up and look for her top. “What did you spend my money on? Was it her? Did you spend the money that I worked hard to earn on her?”

She started walking away, looking embarrassed and shooting an apologetic look at you.

“I didn’t know he was in a relationship.” She says quickly and quietly.

“Hey you don’t have to leave. I’ll make her leave. Come back here baby.”

“He isn’t anymore. But trust me the best thing you can do is stay away from him, he’s nothing more than an abusive prick.” You yelled at her retreating as you glared at David.

He followed her to the door trying to convince her that he wasn’t what you said he was. You ran into the bathroom with your phone and locked the door before you dialed 9-1-1. It was only a matter of seconds before he would try and hurt you.

“9-1-1 what is your emergency?” You heard the operator say.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N. My boyfriend, ex-boyfriend now is-” You scream when you hear his voice behind the door. He slams against it. The operator tries to get your attention. You quickly give her your address just before David finally breaks through the door.

“You stupid fucking bitch. I am going to kill you.”

He reached for you even as you tried to fight him off. This time you wouldn’t go down without a fight. You kicked and screamed and scratched him. David still managed to get his hands around your throat and he squeezed hard.

“Why do you always make me hurt you? Do you like to feel pain you stupid bitch? I’ll make you feel pain.”

He squeezed more and you were starting to feel hazy, your vision blurred and it was to the point of blacking out. With one more effort you kicked him in the groin and he let you go. You sucked in the air you very desperately needed and then you began to cough while David bent over due to the pain. Then you ran into the kitchen with the intention of grabbing something to defend yourself with. Just as you were about to grab a knife his hand is in your hair and he pulls you back in a harsh manner before slamming you face first into countertop.

“I guess you’re in the mood to learn the hard way aren’t you?” He growled in your ear before he grabbed one of your arms and pulled it back forcefully.

You tried to scream but the pain had knocked the air from your lungs. Something was dislocated or broken you weren’t sure. You were disoriented due to the pain of your arm and of being slammed into the counter but you were sure you could feel him tugging your pants down and then the sound of his belt. He pressed himself against you and you could feel skin against skin.

“You interrupted me and my other girl so now you have to finish what she started.”

“No. No stop. Don’t.” You say as you move your free hand around trying to grab something, anything to save you until the cops show up. Panic drove you to fight harder.

You feel a handle and you grab it as you push yourself off the counter as best you could. With as much strength as you had you swing what you realized was a frying pan, hitting him in the face and making him stumble back again. You try to run again, to head for the door but David recovers quickly and again pulls you back before pushing you into the wall. Your head almost bounced against it and you froze when you saw he held a knife in his hand. He pressed it against your chest hard enough to break the skin and blood to trickle out of it.

“You have been a pain in my ass. Was it so hard to do what I said? To give me what I wanted? You just have to make me angry don’t you?” He seethes.

The front door slams open and two cops stand there. They quickly pull out their guns and point them at David. If it were possible his already dark eyes grow darker.

“You called the cops on me? You stupid cunt.”

He raises his hand to plunge the knife into your chest. You close your eyes as tears flow freely as you accept your fate and at the sharp pain in your chest you open your eyes and David is turning to dust.

“What is happening? Did you do that?” One of the cops asks you as he watched his partner disappear right beside him.

There’s a crash outside and then another. There’s crying and screaming as people continue to disappear. You sink onto the floor, unsure if you should be relieved that David is gone or worried that you might have imagined it. The cop looks between you and the door of the building deciding on what he should do. He leaves for a moment and just as quickly he’s back, this time with paramedics following him. The officer places a card in your hand and then leaves to help others outside but you can’t be bothered to care.

Tears break free and you’re not sure whether they’re from relief that it will be over soon or that you may still survive. Either way you didn’t care and let darkness take over your vision.

9 months later.

A lot had happened since the day you almost died. Half of humanity had vanished, so had David. His disappearance had been easy to accept but the aftermath of that fight would follow you for the rest of your life. He had managed to stab you in the chest but the knife didn’t go deep enough to cause permanent damage. There was a fracture to the bones in your forearm. You sustained an orbital fracture and because it wasn’t the first time you’d been hit in the face your eyesight was affected. Now you needed glasses and it took months to be able to get into a new normal due to other injuries and ptsd.

With the blip and half of your coworkers gone you were relieved that you didn’t lose your job. When you were able to talk to your new boss they gave you the time you needed and even accommodated your need to work from home. It was mostly due to the fact that they couldn’t afford to lose anyone else but still you were grateful. As soon as you were able to, you moved out of the apartment you had once shared with David. There was nothing there but bad memories. Slowly but surely you were able to move on and give yourself a better life.

You had been encouraged to join a support group for survivors of domestic abuse. It was exactly what you did or tried to do. Recently there had been so many support groups that popped up, mostly due to the blip, that it was overwhelming. With your service dog in tow you entered the room you had been directed toward. The meeting had already started and you found the last available seat. You tried not to but you looked around a few times hoping there was no one you recognized. Except there was one person. Steve Rogers, he was leading the group. You tilted your head slightly as you wondered how someone would be abusive toward him, but you remember that abuse comes in all forms and you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. And it’s not like you knew him personally, he probably wouldn’t even know you’re in the room.

“We had our whole future planned out.” A man a few seats to your left said. “Our wedding was supposed to be six months ago and now she’s just gone. How am I supposed to move on from that?”

Your eyes widen slightly as you realize you were in the wrong group so you try to quietly and quickly get out of there. As soon you’re halfway down the hall you hear the door open.

“Miss, is everything ok?”

You stop and look over your shoulder to see Steve Rogers getting closer. Your dog, Marvin, places himself between both of you and lets out a small growl.

“Yes, everything’s fine.” You said once you turned around. He kept his distance and you appreciated it.

“If it’s not too much to ask, why did you leave the group?”

“Uhm,” you felt your mouth go dry unsure of how to answer and how he would respond when he learned of your mistake. Marvin nudged your thigh to give you something to focus on. Your hand came down to touch the top of his head and the feeling of his fur through your fingers grounded you. “I uhm, I realized I was in the wrong group.”

“Oh, well we’re the only group left in the building for the afternoon.” He pulls out a sheet of paper from his back pocket. “What group were you looking for? I can tell you when they’ll meet next time.” He looks up from the paper and smiles. It’s a warm and kind smile that makes you want to trust him.

Steve would never say this but he can hear how fast your heart is beating. If it weren’t for the small beads of sweat forming on your brow and the way your hand was shaking even though you were holding on to your dog's leash he’d think you were nervous to meet him. Something had happened to you that’s for sure and he wanted to know what so that he could help.

“It’s ok, I’ll just find another group. Thank you.”

“Ok, well if you decide you want to talk to someone, you can wait for me here. There’s only a few minutes left.” He smiled again and when you gave him a small ok he turned and walked back into the room where the group was.

You turned around and left. Once you were outside though you stopped and questioned if it would be so bad to talk to him about it, or just talk to someone outside of your therapist and coworkers. He didn’t seem like the type of person that would judge you. But you questioned if you could trust your judge of character, after all it was you that dated David. You debated, you knew his actions weren’t your fault, it’s what your therapist had said. Soon the group walked out of the building and still you waited around. Steve smiled when he saw that you were still there.

“Hi, I’m glad you stayed. I’m Steve.” He said as he got closer.

“Y/N, and this is Marvin.”

“Is he a service dog?” You nod at his question and he smiles with a quick nod of his own. “There’s a coffee shop at the end of the block. Would you like to go?”

You looked at him and then down the block where you could barely see the tables and chairs outside.

“Uhm, sure.”

He gestured for you to go first, it didn’t go unnoticed how you flinched. Still he fell in step with you. Marvin walked in between you, ready to protect you. At the shop you ordered a hot chocolate and you insisted on paying for your own order. As soon as you both get your drinks you sit outside, preferring the cool breeze of the early evening.

“So can I ask you anything?”

“As long as I can not answer if I want to.”

He gives you one single nod. “Did you leave because of me?”

“No? I really was in the wrong group. Why would I leave because of you?” You ask timidly.

“A lot of people blame me for not being able to stop this from happening.”

You looked at him closely this time. He looked tired and sad. Had people repeatedly told him it was his fault.

“Well in that case I should thank you.”

He was taken aback by it and it showed. His eyebrows shot up and he opened and closed his mouth as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know what. You couldn’t believe you were about to open up to him.

“I almost died that day. If the blip hadn’t happened at that moment I would have.”

“I’m sorry you had such a close call. May I ask how or why?”

You looked up at him. His brows furrowed in concern and his eyes full of worry as he looked at you.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” You said in a small voice.

“Ok, say no more.”

You both sit in a rather awkward silence while finishing your drinks. Marvin sits by your side, every once in a while laying his head on your lap to keep you calm.

“I should get going.” You say after checking your watch. “Thank you, it was nice meeting you.” You say as you quickly get up and throw away your used cup.

“It was nice meeting you too. I run the group every Wednesday and Friday, if you ever want to talk you can wait for me and we can come here again.”

“Thank you but I don’t think it will be a good idea.”

“Ok, well here is my number,” he grabs a napkin and writes it for you. “If you ever need to talk to someone, you can call me day or night.”

You look at the napkin and then up at him. “Why would you do that?”

“I just want to help.”

“Ok.” You say as you fold the napkin up and stuff it in your pocket. “Have a good night Steve.”

“You too.”

He smiles one more time at you and then you walk away. As you turn the corner you see that he’s still standing by the table and watching as you leave before heading back in the direction you’d come from. When you get home you pull out the napkin and save his number in your phone even though you know you’ll never use it, it was just cool to know you had Captain America’s number.

There was no way you’d ever see him again.

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she-wolf09231982 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 2-The Prodigal Soldier Returns

Summary: The day of the Super Solider Serum infusion arrives, and you may or may not emerge as the next gender bend Captain America. Either way, you survive Howard Stark’s experiment, and carry the torch supporting and defending the Constitution of the United States against all enemies foreign and domestic…and possibly intergalactic.

58 years later, Nick Fury and agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. discover Steve Rogers still alive and cryogenically preserved in ice. Rogers is returned immediately to New York for rehabilitation and recovery from his 66-year slumber under ice. When Steve is finally acclimated to his new 21st century life, he eventually bumps into you at the compound.

Author Note: Steve Rogers x Female!Avenger, Captain America x Female!Avenger, Y/N, L/N=Wolf, Reader!EnhancedAvenger, Avenger name She-Wolf, Avengers, Marvel movie references, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Peggy Carter, Nick Fury, Agent Phil Coulson, S.H.I.E.L.D., story begins in 1953 ends in 2011, Military and Medical terminology, Pre/Post Captain America: The First Avenger, Pre Avengers

*Bold Italics represent character thoughts and flashbacks

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1953

The lab room suddenly became chaotic. Alarms started to sound off on the heart monitor connected to the Vita-Ray Chamber and red warning lights flashing. Your face began visibly wincing from pain in the window of the encasement you were locked into.

The serum made your blood pressure spike, edging you close to what could be a heart attack.

“Howard! Cut the infusion! Her heart rate is dangerously high!” Peggy called out over the commotion of white lab coats running around.

Howard Stark began to rush over to the main controls to shut down the serum transmission when he suddenly heard your voice through the container.

“NO! Keep going!” You pushed. You’ve worked too hard to stop now.

Peggy and Howard exchanged concerned glances.

“Stark, she’s only at 70% completion. If she’s already struggling now imagine what will happen to her at 100%.” Peggy cautioned.

Howard looked at the serum percentage meter indicating how much of the I.V. was imported into your blood stream. The meter continued to rise… 75%...80%...85%...

He glanced at your face in the viewing window of the chamber. Your eyes shut tight; jaw clenched doing your best to not black out.

…89%...90%...

“Stark??” Peggy yelled.

Your heart can take no more. Your heart rate reaches its limit causing you to go limp inside the box.

“Shut it down!!” Howard called out as he raced to the Vita-Ray Chamber door to force it open as fast as he could. Peggy joined him to assist.

You had flat lined. The sound of a steady drone from the heart monitor filled the room.

The extreme heat of the chamber had expanded the metal from within, making the door almost impossible to open.

One of the lab coats brought a crowbar to pry the latch. After a little bit of muscle and leverage, the door sprung open. Steam projected outward overflowing the room, blocking the view of you. Howard and Peggy began fanning the air so they could see you.

There you were, still vertically strapped in, head resting on your shoulder, eyes closed…still not breathing.

“…Howard.” Peggy said with breathy distress while looking at you.

Howard walked up to your lifeless form, placed two fingers to your carotid artery on your neck to locate a pulse. As soon as he pressed into your skin your eyes sprang wide open.

You gasp loud and harsh, frightening everyone in the room, causing Howard to fall backward into Peggy.

Exceptionally confused and panicked, your eyes darted side to side trying to get a grasp on what had just occurred. As the heart monitor machine came back to life beeping frantically, the lab started humming again, everyone calling out results and observations over eachother from their stations.

“Heart rate is detected and, on the rise…”

“Oxygen levels at 100%…”

“Blood pressure is getting high, Mr. Stark…”

“Her muscle mass increased by 70%!!”

“If we don’t calm her down, she may go into shock, Agent Carter…”

Peggy took the initiative.

“Everyone, simmer down!” She commanded the room. All the lab coats froze.

She walked over to you and in a soothing tone, spoke to you.

“Y/N, you’re going to be alright. The experiment was a success. You did it.” she said calmly.

She held your face firmly between her hands, so you focused on her. Your breath was short and fast as Peggy continued.

“Deep breaths, Wolf. In…” She inhaled with you.

“Out.” She exhaled with you.

You repeated this until you finally relaxed.

Howard approached you. “Y/N, how do you feel?”

You took a minute to assess yourself.

You noticed your white pajama set was suddenly quite snug. Some parts were even torn especially in the shoulder and thigh area. The hem of your pants that once hung closer to your feet were now shorter revealing your ankles and calves.

“I feel…taller?” You respond first. “And sweaty.”

Stark’s mouth curved into a triumphant grin. The serum worked. And it showed.

Your body was evidently more toned, developed muscles straining against the fabric of your white outfit. Pants now hanging at your calves instead of below your ankles, you’ve obviously grown at least 5 inches. You were a colossus compared to former your self.

Howard offered his hand to help you out after releasing the safety harnesses, but you stumble out like a newborn giraffe as both he and Peggy catch you before you hit the ground.

“Get a wheelchair over here now!” Stark called out.

He looked back at you. “This is the beginning of something big, Y/N. You are going to be part of some of the greatest stories in America’s history.”

You only nod at first since you are too weak to be excited about anything yet.

“Mr. Stark, I’d like to take a nap first if you don’t mind?” You finally responded.

The room chuckled in unison.

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2011

You spent the next 58 years battling local crimes in New York, and eventually deploying overseas mostly assisting medical squadrons or rebuilding critical structures for allies and joint forces in combat zones. You were utilized during conflicts such as The Vietnam War, Desert Storm, and The Global War on Terrorism. You were especially useful during Operation Iraqi Freedom clearing potentially hostile locations with Special Forces and patrolling with convoys to secure safe passage for American military to travel.

The Super Soldier Serum’s organic preservatives left you looking and feeling your best since the infusion in 1953. You didn’t look or feel a day over 25 in over five decades because of it. However, you were only able to withstand 90% of the serum’s deposit, therefore you weren’t at full potential of your superhuman capabilities, unfortunately. Nonetheless, you were still a success story in Howard Stark’s eyes.

Sadly, in December 1991 while you were tasked to a recovery detail in Eastern Europe, you returned to American soil to be met by an Agent Nick Fury with grave news. Howard Stark and his wife, Maria, were killed by a HYDRA assassin while you were away. This information absolutely ruined you. You didn’t take Howard’s death very well. You progressively became a shell of your former self, sinking into a depressive state. Since then, you became quite an introvert and kept a low-profile spending most of your time at the gym, in the library reading, or in your sleeping quarters.

Through it all, you still led a life of service to your country when called upon in memory of your surrogate father. Nick Fury assumed command of S.H.I.E.L.D. by this time and took you under his wing, making sure to commission you with new assignments to continue Stark’s legacy.

Even though you were one of Howard’s greatest accomplishments in decades, a resurfacing discovery by S.H.I.E.L.D had the entire compound particularly energetic today. You were leaving the gym and noticed all the lab coats buzzing back and forth whispering to eachother. You also hadn’t seen Fury in a few days, which was unusual because you would usually get a debrief from him of your assignments every night for the following day.

As that thought crossed your mind, he appeared before you.

“Y/N, just the woman I’m looking for. Come with me.” He ushered you down the hall.

You were utterly perplexed, but continued to follow him down the halls having no idea where he was taking you.

“Director Fury?” You began.

He continued walking at a brisk pace. “Hm?” was his response.

“Forgive me if I’m not up to speed on what’s happening here, but….”

You tread lightly about asking too many questions because Fury’s mind was obviously busy, and you weren’t sure if he was really listening to you. You pause as you arrive at a long observing window that peered into what looked to be a hospital room. He gestured towards the window.

“Have a look for yourself.” He invited.

You walk up to the glass and look through. In the hospital bed laid a man peacefully asleep.

Your heart stilled as you stared at this alluring stranger.

He had a thick head of blonde hair, disheveled strands laying softly across his forehead. A chiseled jawline, perfect nose, flawless skin, and the longest lashes any woman would be jealous of. And dear God, arms that look like they could crush concrete.

You stood there with your mouth agape staring at this brawny, angelic creature in front of you.

Fury tilted his head to the side observing your reaction. He was mildly entertained by your moment of shock that rendered you completely speechless.

“You know who this man is, Y/N.” He finally tells you.

You shake your head to snap out of your hypnosis. You look at Fury and raise an eyebrow at him. Clearly indicating you didn’t understand.

“Is that a question or a statement, sir?” You ask.

Fury chuckled as he continued.

“This, my friend, is the one and only Steve Rogers…TheCaptain America.” He explained.

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief.

“But sir…” You began.

“Yes, I know, but we discovered him conserved cryogenically under ice a few days ago.” He explained.

You look back through the window.

“Alive? But…how?” You manage to ask.

“Well, blood tests revealed that his blood contained excessive amounts of glucose as a result of his liver processing his glycogen storage, thus lowering the freezing temperature of blood-borne water and creating a 'cryoprotectant'. This process is similar to those of hibernating bears and wood frogs that metabolize glycogen in their liver to circulate ample amounts through their body to reduce the osmotic shrinkage of cells and prevents them from freezing. This, however, has never been seen before in humans.” Fury explained in a ‘matter of fact’ manner.

Your confusion must have reflected on your face because he reiterated by simply saying,

“Howard Stark’s preservative components in the serum allowed Rogers to survive freezing temperatures.”

You nod, “I see. You could’ve just led off with that, sir.”

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With Captain America resurrected, the atmosphere at the facility completely shifted. Agent Phil Coulson addressed the public to officially confirm Steve Rogers’ return. Which was an absolute honor for him since he was a huge fan of Captain America and everything he represents. All the lab coats walking around were all a flutter about Captain America’s presence in the building…especially the females which made you utterly nauseous.

You, on the other hand, thought everyone was being overdramatic. You were particularly curious about what would happen next, though. What did this mean for S.H.I.E.L.D.? For America? Where did this leave you? Questions stirred relentlessly in your head for days. Every thought of what could happen next now that Steve was back didn’t have a good outlook for you no matter which way you spun it. These intrusive thoughts keep your brain busy, causing you to lose sleep at night.

You became very irritable with the few people you came into contact with throughout the day, so you decided to spend more time training in the boxing gym hitting the heavy bag. Fury frequently gave you direct orders to hit the showers and sleep it off, which you begrudgingly comply with out of respect.

Fury knew you were less than pleased by Steve’s return, and he was correct in assuming so. Your mental and emotional balance was already thrown off by the passing of Howard and Maria. Now you felt your livelihood hung by a thread because of the sudden homecoming of the prodigal soldier. You felt resentment and anger with every passing thought. And as assignments grew scarce, there were less deployments to redirect your attention leaving you with little to no outlet for your concentrated emotions.

One sleepless night, you once again find yourself hooking deep punches into the midriff of a 100 lbs (45.359 kg) Everlast boxing bag. Your hands only ever wrapped in sports tape, your knuckles are constantly bruised and swollen by the excessive number of times you spend pummeling the cylinder sack.

Sweat beading on your forehead and soaking through your shirt, hissing out loud every time each hand makes contact, you’re so deep in the zone surrounded by fire and wrath that you didn’t notice Steve had entered the room. He stood there watching you intensely while holding his gym bag in one hand, as he held a towel in the other. You deliver one final blow to the bag, sending it across the room like a projectile into the brick wall opposite you. You stood there panting, staring at the pile of other destroyed boxing bags that you’ve launched with your fits of physical rage.

“Wow.” Steve said impressed with a half-smile.

You turn your attention to him, meeting his blue eyes from where you stood. Your eyebrows furrowed still trying to catch your breath. You realize it was only him, so you turned away without responding, (not before pursing your lips together in disdain while rolling your eyes). You pick up your hand towel and wipe your face, then retrieve a new heavy bag, lifting with one hand effortlessly hanging it, replacing the one you just demolished.

Steve coughed awkwardly, sensing the thick air in the room between the two of you.

You started to stretch in front of one of the mirrors that had a ballet barre, completely disregarding the man behind you.

“We haven’t formally met yet.” Steve stated.

You let out an audible exasperated sigh. You barely glance over your shoulder, almost acknowledging him, waiting for him to continue.

“I’m Steve Rogers. Brooklyn. It’s good to finally meet you…”

His voice was smooth and resonating…Like honey. He spoke deep from the chest and his voice projected, yet he didn’t need to yell. His voice just traveled through the room to you like music and almost had you melting into a puddle.

“Get it together, idiot…” You told yourself.

You decided to remain cordial. Even though you’d rather not engage with him at all, it’s what Howard would’ve wanted.

“You know who I am?” You finally responded with your back still facing him.

“I know of you, yes. Word is you were my protégé after I disappeared.” He replied.

“Is that all that was said about me?” You asked.

“Of course not.” He assured confidently.

You turned around while dabbing your neck with your towel, then draped it around your nape holding each end with your hands. You looked at Steve and started to walk towards him. Steve was positively handsome, and although he appeared intimidating and confident, he still had little experience interacting with women…especially if he found them attractive. As the gap closed between the two of you, his heart proceeded to beat faster. Your supersonic hearing picked it up right away, and you relished the effect you had on him.

Steve tried to diffuse his ascending apprehension as you stood feet from him.

“Um,” he started to scratch the back of his head bashfully, “if you’re up to it, maybe you can show me around the compound sometime?” He suggested.

You raise your eyebrows and inquisitively squint at him. Your mouth involuntarily curled into a grin because he looks so stinkin’ cute standing there tensed up in suspense, holding his breath, waiting on your response.

“Sure, Cap.” You say curtly. Steve let out a sigh of relief.

“Wanna start tomorrow?” You ask him.

“Uh, sure.” He replied.

“Meet me here at 0800?”

“Ok!”

You nod at him, shoulder your backpack and breeze past him without another word, leaving him slightly stunned and bewildered.

He watched you leave until he couldn’t see you anymore.

“Phew…that was exhausting.” Steve said out loud to himself.

You chuckle to yourself because you were totally close enough to hear that.

You kind of felt bad messing with him, but you’re the one that has seniority here. Even though he’s older than you and is the original super soldier, he’s “the man out of time” having been asleep under ice for almost 70 years. The horrific things you’ve seen and experienced during those years have hardened your heart and you weren’t one to coddle anyone anymore. Not even America’s favorite poster boy from Brooklyn.

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At 0745, you walk into the gym and see Steve sitting on a stool in a corner of the boxing ring. You shoot a perplexed look at him and smirk.

“How long have you been here?” You call out to him.

He looked up.

“Long enough.” He said simply smiling back.

“Waiting to go a few rounds with me, Cap?” You ask almost too flirtatiously.

Steve scoffed then stood up.

“No ma’am, I would never hit a lady.” He responded.

“I’m no average lady, Rogers.” You replied sternly. You weren’t about to let him categorize or underestimate you.

Steve’s smile faded to a look of fascination and curiosity.

“Should we head out then?” You ask.

Steve nodded and exited the gym with you.

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“I never knew a place could have so many…levels.” Steve said as you walk off the elevator where the living quarters were.

Up until now, you were the only one residing in dorms. Now Steve shared this building with you but had his room in another wing. It had a common area, an impressive kitchen, dining and living room and a full gym on a separate floor.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. obviously spared no expense.” You stated.

Steve nodded in agreement. He continued to admire the surroundings.

“So? What do you think, Cap?” You finally ask.

Steve looked at you confused.

You gesture to everything around you.

“All of this. What do you think?”

Steve let out a puff of breath and looked around again in thought.

“Well…” He started “it’s going to take a lot getting used to.” He finished.

“Mmhm.” You hum.

He continued.

“But I’ll manage.” He added confidently.

“I sure hope so.” A voice rang out from across the living room area.

Director Fury stood at the doorway, then proceeded to walk towards you.

“Director.” You greeted as he approached. He nodded at you.

“I see you two are getting along just fine.” Fury said with an almost visible smirk.

You released a faint laugh.

“Y/N has been very hospitable.” Steve responded earnestly then looked at you with a soft smile.

You felt yourself blushing when your eyes met his.

“Snap out of it, you idiot.” You scold yourself.

“Good, because one day, you’ll need to work as a team.” Fury explained.

You snap your head at Fury with anger rising in your chest like lava.

“Director??” You ask almost with panic in your voice.

Nick Fury released an irritated sigh, rolling his eye before facing you.

“Y/N, we discussed this. Why do you insist on acting this is the first time you’re hearing this?”

“Because, sir, I never agreed to it.” You pointed out.

“Last time I checked, Wolf, my title is ‘Director.’ I don’t need your consent nor your approval.” Fury retorted in a very parental tone.

Steve just sat, arms folded across his chest while his eyes flitted between you and Fury like he was watching a tennis game.

“With all due respect, Director, I refuse.” You declared.

“Excuse me?” Fury dared you to repeat.

“I refuse.” You restated boldly.

Fury began to open his mouth to reprimand you until Steve cut in.

“Ok now this is escalating quickly.” Steve said while inserting himself between you and Fury.

“Director, perhaps allow Miss Wolf and I to build more rapport before talking about working in the field together? We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” He suggested.

Fury studied Steve, then looked at you.

“Fine. Understand this now, though, when you two are called upon, you will be responding…together.” Fury declared.

You only respond by crossing your arms. Fury turned on his heel and exited, leaving you there with this annoyingly reasonable and infuriatingly gorgeous super soldier.

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reginaphalangelobster125 · 10 days ago

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Family

You were always there for your friends, whatever they were going through. You listened to Natasha talk about her 'family' in Ohio. You listened to Tony talk about his parents, especially Howard 'dad of the year' Stark. You got Steve to open up about his parents and about Bucky and you couldn't get Thor to shut up about Loki or Odin.

One day you were listening to Thor in the kitchen and then Tony in the living room and you finally decided to say something.

'Alright everyone, listen the fuck up. I know everybody here has a lot of family issues and while I'm always here for you and I'll always listen to your problems I think you are all missing something here, family isn't who you're born with it's who you die for, and I'd die for any of you idiots in a heartbeat.'

The rest of the team just stares at you for a moment, and you think you fucked up big time. That is until they all tackle you into a giant group hug and don't let go.

'Okay I said I'd always be here for you but this is a bit much, guys, I can't breathe' you say with a breathless chuckle, completely content with being literally strangled by your found family.

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neonovember · 3 years ago

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Checkmate

husband!steve rogers x wife!reader

summary: growing increasingly aware of an unrelenting desire to be bent over and railed, you ask your husband to change course in your usual vanilla sex life. Be careful what you wish for, you’ve got a genie as a husband and he likes to do more than just get the job done

warning: smut, hints of breeding kink, steve’s foul mouth, degradation, dumbification, overstimulation, scheming, steve rogers inhumane stamina, unrealistic bs we love to indulge in, fluff and aftercare towards the end. (pls tell me if I’ve missed anything !)

notes: first time writing smut, please be kind to me ! I really indulged in this one, and even though it’s not that long, you get an imagine of how good the reader really gets it. Steve is cocky and hot, and you aren’t as stupid as you look. May or may not have a part two ;)

It wasn’t that Steve wasn’t good in bed, he was amazing. An attentive lover consumed with pleasuring you, pulling orgasm after orgasm in the early dew morning after he’d come from a mission, heated hands and thick muscles sweetly sticky with his sweat.

He was far and apart from your previous boyfriends, in fact, there were parts of you, you didn't even know could be reached, stars you didn’t even know you could see, and an intimacy that you only craved more of, before bedding with the super soldier.

But there was always a lingering thought at the back of your mind, an itch that couldn’t be satisfied with Steve’s slow, sensual, deep lovemaking. It craved hard, rough, angry, heated. It carved its way into your skin, branding you with a need that would erupt goosebumps at the thought of. It could only be satiated by his rough calloused hands and your face pushed into the covers, or his arms holding you to him as he unforgivingly pushed into you, your back arching off his lap before being slammed down again, his grip tightening so that you feel him, all of him, and nothing more.

One lazy Thursday afternoon, when he was off a mission and lounging in nothing but sweats hanging loosely on his hips, the summer heat beating down into your shared home, it’s syrupy rays flitting into the large pan windows of your living room, you thought it was time.

You had been psyching yourself up to this point, always backing out last minute, scared for his answer, embarrassment for your craving. This time however, you felt it was the right moment, you had enough time to plan everything, precisely choosing a day where he’d be lounging around, mind fuzzy and blissed out by the summer heat, eyes heavy, lips reddened, head open.

He’d taken the following 3 days off, emphasizing his need to spend more time with you, live the domestic life a little, be your husband, declaring one evening at dinner, you smiled down at your plate as the beginnings of your plan was hatched, and he’d stayed true to his word. Always.

That was how you found yourself sprawled on Steve’s thick thighs, his huge body stretched beneath you as you cling onto his sweaty shoulders, pressing crescents into his skin as you held on for dear life.

You felt separated from your own being, boneless and astral projecting as the band broke and you felt the saccharine flowing through your veins. Your high seems to go on unrelentingly, Steve's frantic thrusts unfaltering even whilst you came undone, his eyes were blown out as he watched your face contort in pleasure, his pleasure. There was something animalistic in the way he watched you, a predator stalking his prey.

Steve gripped your waist harshly, his fingers burning into your skin as he made you take everything he had to give, keeping you so full for him you felt nothing but him, everywhere. His fingers detached from your neck and he slid it down your torso, before pushing into your conjoined bodies, hands shoving it’s way into your mound, finding the bundle of nerves automatically, pressing slow circles on your clit, alternating between rapid and cruelly slow.

This soft, sensual feeling radiating off of his nimble fingers was a stark contrast to the way he drove into you over and over. The dichotomy pushing you over the edge into oblivion, sweet sugar washing over you again as your orgasm ripped through, your back arching, mouth agape as you tried to scream, still words and half letters leaving your mouth as all you could do is feel. Feel everything, his fingers running slow circles on your clit, easing your over sensitive shaking pussy, every inch of his cock stretching through your velvet walls, hitting that spot in you that had you leaping up from him, before being roughly dragged back down;

“No, no sugar, none of that, I want you to feel me, all of me” He said huskily, leaning forwards to whisper into your ear, making sure you felt every breath and heard every word of his command.

Tears filled your eyes as you were made to take everything he gave you, his cock slipping in and out of your folds so deep and fast you could feel every ridge and vein. You wailed out as you gripped him tighter, eyes blurred with salted tears from his pace. You felt him lean forward moaning at the feel of your walls gripping him oh so tight.

“Shit baby, if only you could see yourself now, fucking beautiful” He groaned looking down at your heat sucking in his cock, the wet erotic sounds causing you to roll your eyes into your head, fuzzy and warm, too much.

His hands pressed towards your stomach, feeling the slight bulge that appeared whenever he rutted in. His eyes grew impossibly darker as he watched, primal and animalistic as he grinned out, cerulean orbs morphing into black.

“You feel that baby?,” He brought your hand to rest on your stomach,

“I’m right there, all the way in there, and your going to take it, over and over, day after day, I’m going to fill this sweet pussy so good you’ll be dripping for days” He said it like command, he meant it like a promise.

Biting your lip you smiled as you felt the beginning of an orgasm ripple through you, and before you could imagine the next few days of this pure syrupy pleasure, you were pulled down and turned onto your back, Steve maneuvering before shoving his dripping cock back into your pussy.

More tears sprang forth and he pulled your legs over his shoulders, opening you up to him even more, the angle allowing him to press into your pussy until his hard stomach was touching yours. He dipped down, licking at the salted tears on your cheeks, pulling your lips to his, biting down on them, shoving his devilish tongue into your mouth so you could taste the salt of your pleasure.

“Oh baby, look at you, cock drunk and crying, you’re just a dumb little baby huh?” He grunted as he let go of your lips.

You mumble out incoherently, eyes dropping down as you take the onslaught of his thrusts, hands gripping the sheets in bunches to tether you to the world. Afraid of letting go and drifting off into nothingness, endorphic pleasure rippling through your existence.

“What?, can’t speak? cmon baby, don’t be shy now, I want you to look at me, I want you to see what I’m doing to this pretty little pussy” He growled.

He slapped your face, your eyes opening widely, a loud moan leaving your lips, pussy gripping harder, tighter.

Steve groaned above you, tightening his grip on you.

“You like that huh?, who knew you were this dirty, this slutty. Greedy little whore, taking and taking it”

“Well it’s yours baby, take it, take all of it,” He made a point of pushing deeper at that, before resuming his previous pace, “but remember, and I want you to listen to me because I don’t like repeating myself”

You looked up at him, mouth agape, body boneless.

“This pussy, this sweet pussy griping me like a fucking vice is mine. All mine.” He growled, voice darkened and husky with possession and lust. His eyes strained as he looked at you, glazed out and black, his pupils dilated at the image of you shattering before him. God he loves it.

“Say it” He said, a growl emitting from the depths of his chest, cock throbbing even deeper as he waited for your submission.

You mumble out a jumble sentence of incoherent words, blubbering as tears itch the sides of your face, Steve cowers of your chest, hardened nipples pressed into his mass of muscle.

He slides his hand towards your folds, and before you can realize what’s happening, you feel the white hot pleasure of pain aching from your pussy, the sounds of Steve’s uprupt assault leering pornographic.

He doesn’t pause for a moment before slapping your pussy repeatedly, the squelching sound surrounding you as your slick coated his hand,

“What did I say about repeating myself?” He said. There was authoratation laced under his mocking tone, and it had you barking out the answer before your brain could comprehend.

“Yours” You croaked out eyes rolling back.

“Louder” He repeated the same onslaught against your pussy, the throbbing pain pushing you closer to your crest.

“It’s yours Steve! All yours!” You screamed out, before he hummed in satisfaction, fingers pressing into your folds, as his dick disappears and reappears, adding a digit to the already stuffed hole.

“Cmon baby, you can take it, give me another one, just one more” He whispered, sensing your dazed, blissed out expression as you fell into an overstimulated high.

All you could manage is a croaked hum, throat sore, body writhe and limp as you feel the endless sensations of pleasure Steve unleashes on you.

The sensation of his fingers pressing into your bundle of nerves, and his index in your hole along with his cock rolling deep against your slicked walls, has you preening. Your back brakes, hips moving on their own accord as they raise up, the strain of your back ignored as you chase the orgasm rippling through you.

Steve loudly moans above you, relishing in the tight grip of your walls and he pushes through chasing his own imminent climax, he’s fingers grip your hips and he pushes you into him, his thrust growing sloppy and rushed as he comes so so close. The bed creaks loudly at his thrusts, the bedside clock falling off and onto the carpet as it gives in to Steve’s pounding pace. You're glad Steve built this bed himself during one his wooden workmanship days, you were sure that a store bought one would’ve broken by your second orgasm.

He pushed his fingers into your mouth so that you could taste yourself on his digits, moaning around his fingers you look up at him in a blissed out expression, body pliant in his arms and under him as you feel the electric volts shooting through you as Steve begins rutting into you eagerly.

He watches your half mast eyes, mumbling “yours, yours yours”, and he breaks. Groaning loudly his pressed himself onto your stomach, his sculpted abs kneading into your soft belly.

“Just like that baby, fuck, I’m going to fill this pussy until you’re leaking for days, and you will take it, every single time , until your nice and round, barefoot and pregnant every. single. time” Steve groans into you, eyes rolled to the back of his head, his golden hair now a mess atop his head, strands blown over his face and ruined by your gripping fingers.

He holds onto your legs on his shoulders, keeping you wrapped around him to take all of his seed, slowed thrusts as he empties out. Your pussy greedily milks him, sucking him in as he shoots ropes of milky decadent cum into you, painting your walls with him. He remains like that for a few moments, your thighs on his shoulders, his body pressed into you.

“You did so good for me, so, so good” He mumbles, brain still scrambled, pressing soft kisses to your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, everywhere. His dark demeanor a few moments ago all but dissipated as he returns back to his usual sensual, soft and caring touch.

His eyes are crinkled as he holds you to him, turning you on your side whilst still inside you. You croak out in discomfort, your pussy sore and swollen, the feel of a bruise forming, if even possible.

“I know baby, I know” He coos stroking back your coils and curls, wet with tears and sweat. Your overstimulated frame falls onto him, sprawled across his large chest, your breasts pressed to him, nipples pebbled. Your body shakes slightly as the aftershocks of your two, three, four orgasms spread through you. Your nerves endings jittering with electricity, your back sore from its curled position, your toes wiggling.

He pressed soft kisses to your eyelids and you close them heavily, wiping away your tears he slowly gets up, gripping you to his chest as you wrap your legs around him.

Taking small calculated steps and to not further stimulate you, he presses the automation that sequences the bath to fill with water. The swishing of water splatting down on porcelain encompasses your ears as your body tunes out the rest of the noise surrounding. Steve rubs small circles on your back, soothing the sore muscles.

After a few minutes, he slowly places you in the warm milked bath, before quickly joining you behind. The first few moments of his cock leaving your taut pussy keeps you wincing, the feel of your sore clit and hole without the warmth of his cock turning tenfold. Steve lean body acts as your rest as you lean across his chest, the warm water soothing your still jittering frame.

He begins cleaning you, wiping a clean cloth over your mound that has you wincing, before he presses kisses to your shoulder. He uses a different cloth, one meant for suds and begins scrubbing and cleaning your body, the heavenly scent of cocoa butter and coconut from the soap calming your senses.

Steve is slow and deliberate, he knows he’s absolutely tired you out and left your body boneless and pliant, he couldn’t help himself, you’re just so good. Steve makes a measure of cleaning you up and cuddling with you after sex always, but now, after railing you into the mattress and contorting your body to unruly lengths, he feels the need to double down.

Covering your body with soapy suds, massaging your neck and back, before washing it away with the detachable shower head. He then reaches for your conditioner, all but familiar with your hair routine that he knows it blindfolded and deaf. Massaging the conditioner into your hair he slowly begins detangling your curls, brushing softly to ease any knots and avoid any pain.

Leaning back you moan in pleasure at his nimble fingers rub soft circles on your scalp. You loved when Steve did your hair.

At first it wasn’t easy, and you were ready to give up, but Steve made a point to you that he wanted to know, needed, it was his duty. So you spent almost a month teaching him how to detangle, deep condition, shampoo and braid your hair.

It took a while, but by the end of it, Steve was good with his hands in more ways than one.

Finishing the last braid, Steve quickly wraps your hair, before his softened fingers slide down your front towards your pussy.

“No!, no more, your not allowed anywhere near it” You groan, the frazzled overstimulation from before may have eased, but your pussy was still fucking sore and you weren’t about to have to take a trip to the ER.

“Sh, sh, baby, I promise it’ll make it better” He chuckles into your ear, clearly amused by the fired glare you throw at him.

He’s fingers softly rub against your lips, massaging and rubbing, strategic and careful. He didn’t near your clit, solely focusing on your puffed skin. You sighed out in relief, half grateful for the relief and half mesmerised by his skilled fingers. You had to ask him about it next time.

You leaned your head against his neck, letting out small even breaths as you relished in the pleasure that was relief

You sit like this for a while, your head on his shoulder and his fingers between your legs. Waiting until the skin on your fingers wrinkle and the water gets cold, you both are reluctant to leave the sanctuary of your bath.

After a few minutes Steve retracted his hands from your pussy gripping your waist as he helps you up, wrapping your body in a towel whilst he wraps one around his waist.

He turns you around, your soft face in his hands, he looks down at you, eyes glazed and lips turned.

“Do you have any more suggestions princess?” He smirks, before moving down to kiss you deeply, fully, sensually, on the lips. The frantic, needy kisses from before that were all teeth and tongue replaced instead, with the soft reddened lips of Steve Grant Rogers.

Smiling in the kiss your mind drifts to the well pressed plan in your head, step one already complete. Checkmate.

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cricket-reader · 2 years ago

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Teddy

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Summary: The Avengers find a biological experiment from HYDRA. The problem? She’s only a child. The other problem? The thing she calls a stuffed animal will not leave her side. It can’t be that hard to separate a child from their toy, right?

Warnings: Language, HYDRA, Torture (Implied), angst, naïve (unnamed/not described) OFC

Word Count: 712

A/N: this is based on a post I found by whumpndump

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It unnerved them. It unnerved them a lot.

The fact that such a young child was in the clutches of HYDRA. Born and raised. Nothing but an experiment for them to use.

The only grant of normalcy was the stuffed animal she kept in her clutches.

She held onto that thing like it was her saving grace; in a way, it was. It was the only thing she had. The only semblance of comfort she had ever received. It stuck with her through thick and thin. Every night upon returning to her cell she would hold it tight against her lacerated skin.

It was sad, really. The poor little thing clinging onto her stuffed animal, refusing to let go—almost as if somehow it would rescue her from any danger she may encounter. Even though the creature was mangled beyond recognition, matted with blood and heaven only knows what else, she never let it out of her sight.

The Avengers shared their worries about the item. Steve and Wanda even tried to offer the girl a new one. That only led to her clutching it tighter and avoiding them so her stuffie didn’t get taken away.

There was no separating her from it.

“We have to at least wash the damn thing,” Tony grumbles, still convinced that thing is going to give someone a disease.

“She won’t let us even touch it, Stark,” Sam deadpans. “How are we supposed to get it away from her to last an entire cycle?”

“We could just wash it once she falls asleep,” Natasha suggests, taking a sip of water afterwards.

Steve shrugs, “sounds like a good enough idea. She barely moves when she hears us talking, so I’m sure she won’t even notice it being gone.”

It is movie night with the team again. This is the second time they did it with her and her Teddy. Last time Steve had to carry her sleeping figure to bed. They can only hope for the same outcome.

Much to the team’s relief, she had fallen asleep halfway through Moana.

Steve gently pried the plushie from her grasp. He silently made his way to the laundry room as the other team members left to go to bed. Putting the wash on a gentle cycle, he sighs. He’s glad that’s taken care of.

Rubbing her eyes, she takes a while to come to. The first thing she notes is that she is alone. The second thing she notes is that the television has been turned off. Yawning, she reaches down for her teddy.

Breath stopping, she frantically whips her head around. It must have fallen onto the ground. No. Maybe someone accidentally kicked it under the couch? Nope. It could have fallen in between the cushions. Yet again, her search is fruitless.

Tears welling up in her eyes, she stumbles into the kitchen. Maybe she accidentally left it here when she was watching the popcorn maker with wide-eyed fascination.

It’s nowhere to be seen.

Continuing to shuffle around the common floor, she searches for her companion. She accidentally bumps into Steve at the door to the laundry room. Shocked to see her awake, he moves his body to block her from entering the room.

Eyes squinting, she swiftly slips past his large figure to enter the laundry room.

To her horror, she finds her best friend. The stuffie is being submerged under water spinning slowly around and around and around. She can make eye contact through the clear surface blocking her from reaching it.

Collapsing to the harsh tile of the floor, she sobs. Her pleading voice sends a sharp pain through Steve’s heart. She almost has him crying too.

“Please! No! Stop hurting Teddy! She can’t breathe. Please, stop hurting her! She doesn’t deserve it—I do! Please I’ll do anything, just–just stop hurting her!”

“Sweetheart, I just-”

“-if you wanna drown someone, do it to me! She didn’t do anything wrong!”

Steve has to stop the cycle, pulling the soaking wet toy out. He couldn’t stand having to see her cry—especially because of him. Before he can even attempt to dry it, she snatches it away from him and runs.

Steve can’t even find it in him to complain about the massive trail of water she leaves behind.

Part Two ->

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lythea-creation · 3 years ago

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Great Timing - Natasha Romanoff x fem reader (Chapter 1)

summary: Natasha and you are in a secret relationship. But everything seems to turn upside down when your ex best friend Layla suddenly appears in front of your door to seek your help.

warnings: mentions of abusive relationship/domestic violence, angst, violence in general, verbal sexual assault

word count: 2.882

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(f/n)'s PoV

The ringing of the doorbell ripped me out of my sleepy state.

I lifted my head off of Natasha's shoulder to move to the door while she was following closely behind but out of sight.

She was on guard. It would be crazy not to be as it was almost 11 pm.

The apartment belonged to me and nobody except the team should know that Natasha was here. Attackers usually did not ring, but who would visit this late at night without saying anything?

Natasha hid while I opened the door. She would protect me without hesitation if anything happened.

“Hey”, Layla's soft voice resounded through the apartment and the empty hallway.

We had been best friends for years before she had ghosted me. Cut me off and disappeared without an explanation.

Now all of a sudden she was standing in front of my door, wearing an anxious and distraught expression … as well as a nasty bruise over her left cheek and right eye, accompanied by a split lip.

“Layla, what …?” The words got stuck in my throat. What did I even want to say?

“I'm sorry to invade like this but could we talk inside please?”, she requested.

I simply nodded and took a step aside for her to come in.

After closing the door I noticed that Natasha had retreated.

Apparently she had evaluated the situation and assumed that Layla was not a threat in any way. She knew that I would call her if I needed her.

Layla and I sat down on the couch where she spotted the two glasses Natasha and I had just been using. “Oh, do you have a girlfriend?” She seemed excited about the question. It was a stark contrast to her behavior before.

“Yeah, but it's not like it's any of your business anymore. What happened to your face?”

It hurt to talk to her after months of hearing nothing. But she had always been precious to me and hence I was worried about her injury.

“I'm sorry for bothering you … and for excluding you from my life after everything. But Joe forced me to … my boyfriend. I never told you about him. Actually when I started dating him, he manipulated me into staying away from you. He abused me … and today I finally found the courage to run away. I left as soon as he fell asleep.” Her voice was shaking.

Her story filled my entire being with shock, sadness and guilt. Maybe I could have helped her if I had tried harder and longer to stay in contact with her. But the rational side of my brain told me that it was not my fault.

“I'm so sorry, Layla. Of course you're welcome to stay. We will figure something out”, I promised her.

“Thanks. I didn't know where else to go. My parents and I aren't in touch anymore either. They were so mad at me. I can't even remember why. You were the only person I could think of to go to. I figured you wouldn't let me down. You never have”, she proposed.

I pulled Layla into a tight embrace before making her a hot chocolate.

“I need to talk to my girlfriend now. Just make yourself comfortable”, I declared and headed for my bedroom.

Natasha was sitting on the bed doing some paperwork. She immediately smiled at me.

Seeing her like that made me want to forget everything around and enjoy my time with her. But Layla needed me.

I sat down across from my girlfriend and explained her the situation.

“God … you know that I could tear that guy apart with ease, right?”, she noted.

How could she get me to smile in such a horrible situation?

“Yeah, but that's not our first option”, I shot back with a chuckle.

“You trust her, don't you? Enough to introduce me to her?”, she wondered.

I had not seen Layla for a while, but she had never given me a reason not to trust her. “She won't betray us”, I assured her.

Natasha nodded. “Okay.”

We returned to the living room together, holding hands.

“You're in a relationship with THE Black Widow?”, Layla exclaimed in awe. She had always been a superhero fan. We both had.

“Natasha is fine”, my girlfriend greeted her with a grin. “But you can't tell anyone about (f/n) and me, got it? I don't wanna put her in more danger than she already is.”

“Yeah, of course”, Layla agreed without hesitation.

Nat inched closer to Layla, letting go of my hand in the process. “Look. I've heard a lot about you in the past and (f/n) explained me why you ghosted her just now. I'm sorry for everything that happened to you and I want you to be safe and comfortable here. But if you ever hurt (f/n) like that again, I'll make sure that you'll regret it. Okay? … Great! Now we need to figure out the sleeping situation.” Her voice changed from dangerously low to happy.

The irony that she was overprotective and Joe abusive.

“We don't have a guest room”, I thought aloud.

“I could sleep over at the compound for a while”, Natasha suggested.

“What? No”, I whined and slung my arms around her neck. “You just returned from your long mission.”

“Don't worry about it. I will sleep on the couch. After everything it will be just fine”, Layla proclaimed. “I'm grateful that you even let me stay. I wouldn't have judged you for sending me away after the pain I caused you.”

I let go of my girlfriend to turn to Layla again. “I'm not holding that against you, Lay. How about I take care of your injuries and give you some comfortable clothes to wear?”

“That'd be great. Thank you”, she noted with a smile.

Suddenly I was pulled back into Natasha's arms by my waist. I could feel her breath against my neck. “Are you trying to make me jealous now?”, she whispered.

I was too busy trying to compose myself in front of Layla to answer.

“Nickname, taking care of injuries, borrowing clothes. You usually do that for me, remember?”, she added and squeezed my waist. Her teasing was a cruel payback.

I gave her a quick peck to the lips and pulled Layla to the bathroom with me shouting an apology at my girlfriend.

“You two really seem to come along well”, Layla remarked as soon as the door was closed.

“Yeah, I'm lucky”, I claimed with a bright, genuine smile while taking care of her split lip.

Layla winced from time to time but did not complain.

“Does Joe know that you left him? Did you write him a note or something?”, I inquired.

“No. I had to escape before he could notice that I wasn't laying next to him anymore”, she explained.

“I bet he's searching for you. You should stick to either Nat or me in the meantime for the case he finds you. I don't want you to be alone then.”

She nodded.

“Do you think about reporting him?”

A sigh left her lips. “I dunno. I can't proof what he did to me. He's rich and has a great reputation. I would most likely lose this case and only anger him further.”

“Just stay here for a while to give both of you space. Maybe something else will catch his attention if enough time passes”, I considered. “And don't worry about intruding. I'm happy that you're here.”

She flashed me a teary smile.

Over the next week a new sense of normality overcame us.

We had bought some clothes and other essentials for Layla and reassured her that it was a gift. She had nothing right now and Natasha and I had decided to help her.

It was great to catch up with Layla after all this time, telling us what the other had missed.

Today I had a day off. So Layla and I had decided to seize the time.

After our trip to the beach we were now cooking dinner.

Natasha was joining her teammates for a movie night.

“I really missed your dinner parties”, I confessed while cutting some vegetables.

“Maybe you wouldn't have missed them so much if you had cooked more often yourself”, she teased me with a chuckle.

“Hey! I do cook for myself! I'm just not a chef like you. And when Nat is home we usually don't cook because it's a waste of our precious time”, I enlightened her.

“Honestly she's around more than I thought. I mean … considering that she's a superhero”, Layla stated.

“She isn't taking any long missions on purpose right now because ...” The ringing of the doorbell interrupted me.

I turned off the stove and pushed Layla toward my bedroom handing her my phone and locking her inside. The key was quickly hid behind a photo frame.

Then I opened the front door to an unfamiliar man. “Good evening. You're (f/n) (l/n), right? I'm Joe, Layla's boyfriend. She told me a lot about you. Is she here?”

“Layla? Sorry, but I don't get why you're here. If she told you about me you should know that she ghosted me over a year ago”, I replied bluntly.

“Well … we had a fight and then she left without talking to me. She's been gone for a week now and I'm worried. She doesn't answer any of my texts or calls. You're the only one I could think of she would turn to.” He sounded desperate and concerned, like the perfect boyfriend. “I wanted to give her some time and space hoping that she just needed to cool off. But now I can't wait anymore.”

“I'm sorry to hear that. I hope that she's doing okay, but honestly it's none of my business anymore”, I claimed.

“Oh (f/n) … I really hoped you'd be more cooperative”, he suddenly uttered with a sigh. His tone had completely changed from friendly and worried to disappointed and cold.

He took out his phone and showed me several pictures of Layla and me at different places. The last one being of us at the beach today. He had stalked us this whole time and we had not noticed.

A heavy feeling settled inside my stomach.

Joe pushed himself into the apartment and closed the door behind him.

He casually leaned against the door. “So where is Layla? No use in lying to me, sweetheart.”

His words made me feel sick.

When I stayed silent he attempted to search for her, but I blocked his way.

“You don't want me to hurt you, do you?”, he questioned.

I gulped and yet did not move. More than ever I wished that Natasha was home.

Joe's fist collided with my cheek. The punch was strong enough to send me to the ground.

A metallic taste had settled inside my mouth and the teary eyes did not exactly help with my loss of orientation.

I stood back up and pretended to try to punch him. Instead I kneed him in the balls sending him to the ground with a pained groan.

Natasha had shown me a lot of tricks if I ever needed to defend myself, especially from men. New York was not the safest city after all. But they had one downside. The actual goal of those techniques was to give me a chance to escape.

Unfortunately I could not consider escaping when Layla was counting on me. We had to trust each other.

“I'm not letting you to her. Not after I saw what you did to her”, I announced.

“You have no idea what you're talking about”, Joe growled.

“I don't? I saw the bruises … how she flinched whenever I moved too suddenly. There's no excuse for abusing another person, especially the one you claim to love”, I shot back.

“So what? She deserved it. I was just teaching her how to be a proper girlfriend. She should be grateful”, he hissed.

“You hurt her because you're insecure. You hurt me because you can't stand it that I'm daring to deny your wishes. You're just an arrogant, insecure, pathetic abuser”, I insulted him.

Provoking him might not have been the best idea for myself, but at least it distracted him from Layla … and bought me some time.

The air was ripped from my lungs when he punched me in the stomach. I heard my ribs cracking as he continued kicking me.

Everything around me was a blur.

Joe pulled me up by my hair and looked me straight in the eyes.

I could not see him properly due to the tears. Yet I gave my best to appear confident.

“You're so full of yourself. Did you seriously think you could stand a chance in a fight against me? Your looks don't help you with that, sweetheart.”

His cocky grin was pissing me off.

“Stop calling me that”, I growled lowly.

“Oh, come on. You're hot and feisty. That's a real turn on. Of course I had to keep my girlfriend away from your tempting gay body.”

“Layla is straight and I have a girlfriend”, I spat out. It was still hard to breathe.

“I bet your girlfriend is hot as well. The thought of a threesome with Layla and you was great enough but she could always join us.”

The urge to throw up overpowered me at the mere imagination of that.

“Layla and I already had to keep her from going after you for hurting Layla. What do you think would she do to you if she had heard what you just said?”, I alluded.

“So she's the dominant type? I bet you two have a lot of fun ...”

“And I bet you can't get anyone to touch you at all and that's why you need to threaten and hurt Layla into doing it.”

My scream echoed through the apartment as pain exploded in my left shoulder.

“You should choose your words more wisely”, Joe suggested while enveloping my throat in a tight grip. If breathing had been hard before it was feeling impossible now.

“You will regret mocking me”, he threatened me before sinking to the ground with a blood curdling scream.

Natasha had broken his arm with a swift kick and caught me before I could drop to the ground.

“Finally.” I let out a sigh of relief and closed my eyes.

“I'm sorry that I took so long, love”, she whispered and caressed my cheek gently.

“Take him away, guys”, she addressed Tony and Steve who had been waiting outside.

Tony bombarded Joe with sarcastic comments and jokes on the way outside making the latter furious.

“You're going to regret this! I will ruin your reputation”, Joe declared.

“Oh, we will take good care of you. You should be grateful that we don't let Natasha deal with you after you beat up her girlfriend”, Steve shut him down. “Your broken arm was nothing, trust me.”

“We should let Layla out. I locked her in, just like we planned”, I reminded Natasha. “You can take care of me afterwards.”

She knew that she could not convince me otherwise and therefore put me down gingerly before setting Layla free.

Layla immediately hurried toward me and gasped at my state. “Oh god. I'm so sorry”, she whispered.

“Lay, I'm fine. Nat was here just on time thanks to your call”, I reassured her. “And now we have the proof we needed”, I added with a victorious grin as I pointed to the security camera we had installed a few days ago exactly for this case.

Natasha knelt down next to me and stroke my hair.

“Your techniques would have saved me if I could have run”, I let her know which earned me a soft smile from her. “And your psychological tricks worked even better. He felt superior and therefore acted just like I wanted him to.”

“You told us you just wanted him to confess if he ever showed up”, Layla recalled.

“Yeah, but now his confession is way more convincing”, I remarked with a grin. “You two would have never agreed if I had told you the whole plan. As if you would let me get hurt on purpose.”

“You're lucky that you're already injured and that I love you. Otherwise I wouldn't let you off the hook so easily”, Natasha claimed.

For a moment I felt guilty. That Natasha was putting her feelings for me into words, right in front of Layla, showed me how upset she was.

“Now let's get you to the compound”, she decided and cradled me in her arms.

“You know that I can still walk, right?”, I questioned with a painful chuckle.

Despite my slight protest I actually enjoyed her closeness. The feeling of safety only she could provide.

Next Chapter

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wandanats-wife-quotes · 3 years ago

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Natasha trying to teach Wanda and y/n spy skills: eyesight might drop at the moment of a lie bc liars think their eyes will give away to much information-

Wanda: what about blind people

Y/n: what about deaf people- wait

Natasha: maybe we should start small, what color is the sky

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t-rexs · 4 years ago

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Imagine

You cut yourself or burn yourself or bump into something, etc. and it hurts, you boo comes home and sees your little injury, immediatly they cradle said injury looking absolutely worried. Asking you what you did and that you need to be careful beacause you have to take care of precious and beautiful things. And then they sit you down and treat whatever little injury you have and they look so concentrated and worried and yeah

i’m so soft for this, this kind of intimacy really is my love language

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reidingandwriting · 5 years ago

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How the Tables Have Turned

Word Count: ~1400 words

Ship: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: A bit of language!

A/N: Sorry for my absence for a few days 🥺 I’ve been a little under the weather, but now I’m better and caught up with my next posts, including my first request which will be up soon! Unrelated GIF but I love it.

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Let’s make one thing clear now. Natasha Romanoff did NOT get flustered. She was trained in the art of seduction, she was the one who flustered people. She could flirt like a champ and seduce her way out of any situation like it was second nature. She was the best in her business, until she met you.

Natasha met you when Fury had recruited you. He had his eye on you for months, watching you since you had managed to hack into SHIELD secured databases, and you had barely left a trace behind- it took weeks for the SHIELD agents to track you down. He quickly worked on finding you when he saw you had powers- time manipulation. This power worked in your favor during fights; you could freeze time, knock out your opponents, and escape before whoever you fought knew what happened.

Fury brought you to the Avengers compound a month ago, and you fit into the group perfectly. You belonged there. You got along with everyone in the group, especially the redhead assassin. You often worked in the lab with Bruce and Tony; if you weren’t in there, you could be found in the gym training. You could defend yourself fine, but your main advantage came from your powers. Bucky and Steve assured you were fine without additional training, but you were persistent, which only drew in Natasha more. She tried to keep her distance from you, but you didn’t seem to care about the boundaries Natasha tried to set.

———

Natasha walked into the kitchen early that morning. She had trouble sleeping that night and as the sun began to rise, she decided she had enough tossing and turning in her bed. What she didn’t expect was you to be sitting on the kitchen counter, clad in a pair of shorts and a sports bra, sipping a mug of coffee. Natasha’s breath hitched, alerting you of her presence.

“Oh, hey Nat.” You smiled as you hopped off the counter, going to wash your mug. “Sorry, I’m in your way.”

“No, no. You’re fine.” Natasha lightly brushed against you as she walked past, grabbing a mug and making a cup of coffee. “You’re up earlier than usual.” You grinned at Natasha’s attempt to make small talk with you, happy she was warming up to you.

“You watching me, Romanoff?” Your lips curved into a smirk, and Natasha crossed her arms defensively.

“I was not.” You hummed to yourself as you dried your hands, looking at Natasha.

“Too bad, I wish you were.” And with that, you shot Natasha a wink before leaving the room. Natasha stood in silence until she heard Steve’s laughter.

“Piss off, Rogers.”

———

The second time you flustered Natasha was when she came into your bedroom.

“Hey, Y/N, can I borrow-“ Her words died off as she saw you. Your body was wrapped in a towel, your h/c hair also tied up in a towel. “Shit, I’m sorry, I can leave.”

“It’s not like I’m naked, Natasha. I do have a towel on.” Your tone was light, amused even. “What did you need to borrow?”

“Um, a dress. Fury’s sending a few of us to a gala to gather intel on a suspect. I don’t really own any nice enough for tonight, and I thought you’d be my best bet.”

“Of course.” You smiled at Natasha before walking to your closet. You pulled out a few dresses, looking at Natasha and then the dresses, then Natasha again.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked as she watched you.

“Trying to find the best dress for you, duh.” You rolled your eyes and Natasha shook her head, a hint of a smirk on her lips. “Here. This color brings out your eyes.” You held a dress out to Natasha, which she took. Natasha opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. She nodded in thanks, then left your room, cursing under her breath as she walked to her room.

“Huh.” Natasha spoke, looking at herself in the mirror. “Maybe Y/N was right.”

———

The third time was at one of Tony’s parties at the Tower. It was Halloween, and Tony decided he had to host a costume party for everyone on the team. Natasha’s costume was pretty simple- black pants, a faux leather jacket, and a red top underneath. On her head was a pair of devil horns, the only sign of what her costume was. Tony was surprised to see she had dressed up at all, as minimal as her efforts had been.

Natasha stood by Steve, swirling the drink in her hand as her eyes scanned the room. She hadn’t seen you all day and she hated to admit that she missed you. You were only a few years younger than Natasha, but you were full of youthful optimism much like Peter Parker. You always knew how to make the team feel better after a mission had gone wrong, or with the general negative emotions the heroes felt due to their unconventional jobs. Steve’s voice brought Natasha out of her thoughts.

“There’s Y/N.” Natasha looked in your direction, biting back a smile at your costume. You had on a pair of faux leather white pants, the material hugging your skin perfectly. You had on a lacy white bralette as your top, paired with a white faux fur coat. A golden halo ‘floated’ above your head, attached to a headband Natasha could barely see. You were dusted in a light body glitter, the lights in the room making you literally sparkle. You walked over with a wide grin, hands on your hips as you stopped in front of the pair.

“Well, look at you. We match.” Your smile was infectious and Natasha found herself smiling.

“Seems like we do.” You blew her a playful kiss, laughing at her feigned annoyance.

“Hey, look. Tony’s got a photo booth, let’s take some pictures.” You took Natasha’s hand and Natasha recoiled at the electric feeling of your skin brushing against hers, her arms moving to wrap protectively around her torso. Your smile faltered and your hands moved back to your body as you turned to Steve, pointing at him lightly.

“Spangles. I’m going to get a drink, after that, you owe me a dance.” You were off before Natasha could stop you. Natasha sighed, tugging at her hair.

“I messed up, Steve.”

“You did.” Steve laid his hand on her shoulder, offering some comfort to the redhead. “But you’re smart. I know you can fix this. I’ll keep her distracted while you figure it out.” Natasha nodded as Steve walked over to you, her gaze glued to you until you were on the dance floor with Steve. Natasha took a deep breath and muttered under her breath.

“Okay, Romanoff. I can do this.”

———

Natasha watched as you made your way across the dance floor, dancing with anyone on the team who came close to you. You were dancing with Sam now, having just left Tony. You were a few feet away on the dance floor, but Natasha could see the light in your eyes. The light that made Natasha feel at home. Your eyes met hers and Natasha felt her heart skip a beat. She felt herself being drawn to you and before she knew it, she was in front of you. Sam stepped aside, letting you both have a moment.

“Can we talk?” Natasha asked as she stood in front of you. Your body language screamed guarded, but there was a playful glint in your eyes.

“Can we? Or will you freeze on me again?” Natasha rolled her eyes but took your outstretched hand. You two began to dance right as a slower song started to play, no doubt at the choosing of Tony.

“I’m sorry for earlier.” Natasha spoke, arms wrapped around your waist. Your arms were draped around Natasha, and you stayed quiet, letting her speak. “It’s pretty self-explanatory that I have very little experience with all of this. You’ve been here for a month, and you’ve worked your way into my heart. I’d, um, I’d really like to go out. With you. On a date, maybe.” Natasha could feel her cheeks burning as she stumbled over her words.

“Natasha Romanoff, are you blushing?” A smirk played on your lips and Natasha scoffed. “We’ll have dinner tomorrow, you’ll meet me at seven.”

“Are you taking charge?” You leaned in, your lips brushing against her skin as you whispered.

“I’m always in charge.” My, how the tables have turned...

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