#don't want her to be too stupid tho y'know it's for the bit usually not genuine

[midnightwind]

continuing to noodle around with my Dalish mage who was kicked out at 10 years of age, but snapped up by the Crows after a brief stint of Roughing It in the woods and how her actual ability to retain the important knowledge of how to deal with and avoid demons probably sucks ass

anyways I have a short blurb I'll probably share in a few, totally unrelated I promise

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for coming out as bi to my girlfriend and voicing my concerns to her

I (18M) have been dating my girlfriend, L (20F) for three years now. our relationship has been great so far, we were attracted to each other from the start. she has always been very flirty and tbh that's how she won me over at first, because teenage hormones are gonna teenage hormones y'know, but when I got to know her better as a person I realized my feelings for her weren't just sexual - she is kind, gentle, overall really sweet. I was, and still am, attracted to her in every way. L is also openly bisexual, fully out, and idk I've always felt so safe around her because she doesn't judge others, I think she's so beautiful inside and out. she has been my first girlfriend ever so I always do my best to be supportive and make her feel loved.

a few months ago I realized I'm bi. I thought, hey, since she always speaks about her own bisexuality I think I can tell her I'm bi as well. she was, as usual, very non-judgemental but she said something that I didn't like, something like "you see how much I love and trust you? someone else would've been like OMG YOU'RE PROBABLY JUST GAY AND YOU WANT TO CHEAT ON ME WITH A GUY". I was,, confused bc 1. I think supporting your partner when they come out is the bare minimum, 2. she is bisexual herself and I don't think shes gonna cheat on me with a girl, I never acted like I was great for supporting her and 3. I know I'm not gay because L can do whatever she wants with me so I dunno what that comment was for. I've enjoyed my intimate encounters with her too much to be gay and she knows this.

I was a bit annoyed but still grateful that she was supportive. I noticed our sexual activities increased after that and a part of me wondered if she was trying to make sure I'm not gay. which made her look like a bit of a hypocrite because she never had to "prove" to me that she's not gay. not complaining tho - I just found it odd? I think it's a weird double standard, but then again I know women are always putting up with double standards so I feel like I can't tell her abt how strange her comment was. I just don't want L to think I'm not attracted to her and I started feeling like an asshole for telling her I'm bi.

but she got actually upset over something else that has nothing to do with us being bi - when we first started talking, she was dating another guy. I knew this, so I was respectful, I thought that L being flirty with me was some kind of joke until she told me she was serious and she couldn't stop thinking about me. L didn't cheat on him, she broke up with him before she started dating me, and recently I told her "hey... I won't be that guy one day, right? I trust you and I know you won't cheat on me, but I remembered how our friendship first started and if you ever stop loving me I would like to know before you feel ignored enough to start flirting with other guys". she got very visibly upset, she said I was right, said she felt cheap and like a whore and ???? NOT AT ALL WHAT I FUCKING MEANT. I was trying to tell her I want us to have communication, because I love her and I want our relationship to work out.

I feel like a shitty person and boyfriend, first for telling her I'm bi even though it wouldn't have an impact on our relationship, then for trying to voice my concerns and accidentally making her feel that way.

I've apologized a few times and we're good now but she introduced me to her best friend and,, this girl just started talking abt how she will guide me so I can properly take care of L? it made me feel really stupid. I felt like a child tbh. we are bi but not poly (I respect those who are, just giving you context) so idk why she felt she had to insert her friend into our relationship. am I really so bad that my girlfriend has to ask her friend to teach me how to be good to her? I would understand this if L had some sort of disability but her friend just talks to me about BDSM and doms/subs and like ??? I feel like L being a sub has fuck all to do with our argument, but I still feel terrible. pls help me make sense of these things. I want to know if I am the asshole.

[lafortis]

how good do you think you are at picking up on flirting? ever wonder if you've fumbled because you were completely oblivious?

Oh I am at least somewhere on the spectrum and have misread cues every which way lol. these days I actually think I'm quite good at it, and not just good in that I unjustifiably think ppl are flirting with me when they're not lol, I mean very good (and I pride myself) at reading when people ARE being friendly and not think crazy thoughts, and also have done pretty well at reading the (relatively fewer) times people were actually flirting with me lol. Before like, this year or last tho? Bro I blew past shit like a speeding train lmao. Thru willful obliviousness as much as anything, cus low self confidence and having consistently misread signals one way or other in the past.

Honestly what I'm learning about myself these days is I need the other party to take the initiative on certain things lol, which made me very bad at the (usually cis) het romance dating game, wherein the fella is expected to take the lead in most things (and I don't know who enforced the expectations more, me or the potential partner, but I'm just sayin I felt em and wasn't super good at em). I'm not bad at it per se, it's just never come naturally lol.

Anyway, nowadays I am constantly evaluating all likely possibilities at all times, so nothing ever surprises me (this is the least autistic sentence anyone has ever said). girl at work today was mildly flashing the tatas, just y'know, a little more cleavage than usual, leaning over a chair str8 at me like maybe once or twice in a not observably intentional but not unintentional kinda way, but I think frankly she knows she can do that around me and I'm a red blooded male who, while not uncouth enough to be looking, probably has a tell that I'm Not Looking ykwim, and she probably gets a little validation from that, but I don't think that's the same as actively flirting really, just that I'm a safe person to get that validation from and she knows I won't read too much into it. We're mostly homies tbqh (I mean from her perspective, from mine she's much too young but y'know that's never stopped literally anyone from having a one sided thing). Tbh maybe at this point she's just slowly saw trap testing me to figure out if I'm gay lmfao. I caught (maybe a liiiittle but late, but honestly I really didnt know what to do with this one) that the dumb thick latina milf was flirting with me, but like I said, absolutely no clue what to do there. We had so little in common lol. I feel like that wouldn't stop your average dude but for me man, idk, I imagine small talk and am like. What do.

Anyway, really the only thing that's fucked with my internal sorting algorithm these days is one coworker who is just straight up. hm. I don't want to say promiscuous but shall we say a touch laissez-faire with flirting, which sort of threw me for a loop in the like "why are you interested in me" sense but it wasn't that (I eventually realized mostly on my own mostly without doing or saying anything stupid thankfully), she just literally flirts like habitually lmao. So fair enough, now I account for being a bit of a floozy too.

Anyway yeah back in high school? Fucking kill me dude don't even talk about it. I'm p sure the only reason I ended up dating my first girlfriend is because she has her friends lead a coordinated "hey she's interested" messaging campaign. my second gf was a little more natural, and then my third one, first yr of uni, basically invited me to her place for a party because we had mutual friends and she added me on Facebook and thot I was cute??? unhinged behaviour that was a huge red flag (or maybe just one mutual friend at the time being an absolutely legendary wingman, I'll truly never know cus we're not in much contact anymore) but yeah that was very much like 95% her 5% the absinthe lmao. Various like, hookups and whatever, some were a little more natural, but hey alcohol is the necessary social lubricant right. By my 4th real relationship I think when she invited me over to watch movies I did in fact bring condoms cus I finally sorta got it lmao

Anyway yeah tldr, nothing can surprise me because I have mastered my surroundings and comprehended the thousandfold thought, and as such all actions are accounted for, but before that yeah man I was cringe and blind

[juupajaa]

I don't feel good. At work today I had to go to the bathroom but someone was in there. It was this girl who asked to use it like 20 mins earlier. She was really surprised to see me and instantly started apologising and giving excuses (said her nose was bleeding) so I was like cool that's fine dw, but I walked in and it was immediately obvious she'd been puking and everything just clicked into place. She made excuses the way I do when I'm hiding something Ed related and it just floored me 1/2

2/2 and I don't know how to cope with how much of a loop it threw me for? I don't know many others with eds and I am so worried for her but it also triggered the shit out of me? I am so incredibly upset about it and I just hope she's okay but at the same time it made me really not okay too. I wish it had clicked earlier. I'm not bulimic but I've been so frustrated by not loosing weight that I've seriously seriously considered it (probs won't but y'know). Sorry for writing all this I'm so upset

🌻

Wow yeah it can be like getting hit by a truck when you suddenly come across someone with an ed as well. I mean we're online, we know there are others, but it really solidifies when you meet them face to face and even worse if you happen to catch them in act. It's a stark reminder for each of us and we get to see what we look like to others.

Having an ed is so incredibly lonely and isolating that we easily get shaken up when we suddenly come upon ed related things from the outside. Like seeing someone with disordered behaviour or reading some headline about so and so having had an ed in the past, or eds coming up in conversation somewhere. It's always a bit startling because usually we're so deeply in our small ed world that it seems like the outside world is very far away, but then it's suddenly so near 😬 It can really mess up your day, for sure.

It's good to have those reminders tho, so despite how uncomfortable it is, try to look at it as a small wake up call. Seeing others go through the same things can be really helpful in learning to have more understanding and compassion for your own pain. It can also work as a mirror for you and you can try to reevaluate your situation and what your goals should be and what do you want for yourself and your future self.

And of course, in case you need to hear it, you're not being mean or stupid if you got competitive or nasty thoughts from this. Eds are gross and make us think and feel gross things and that's fine.

As for her, she probably feels very uncertain about what you might think of her and she probably worries that you might have noticed something and think less of her. Do what you will with that, but I suppose the important thing is that your workplace remains tolerable for the both of you.

[tinycamembert]

gonna post this on ao3 later i need sleeb now tho

bellanthia fic, self-indulgent descriptions of bella in a suit, cyanthia is a disaster

sry if there’s typos im TIRED but i needed to finish this

"So black tie means... black tie required, yeah? Not optional or anything?"

Cyanthia stares. She's not sure how much clearer it could get.

"That is correct," she says, taking in her captain's befuddled expression. "I am assuming this Ambrosia Co. gala was not as formal in the past?"

Bella shakes her head no, scrunching up her nose as she glares at the invitation, as if her scathing look could bend the letters on the page to her will. "I don't have anything black tie. I just have, like, a nice jacket."

"Well, we'll just have to get you something more formal, then!" Arnick pipes up, looking pleased at this turn of events. Cyanthia knows full well that Arnick doesn't need any more suits to add to his already plentiful collection (because really, it is a collection at this point), but the next best thing to buying a new suit for himself is helping his captain buy a new one. 

"Ugh," Bella says, and throws the gala invitation back down on the table with a slap. "D'you reckon if I wore a sports bra underneath, would anyone notice?"

"Probably not," Cyanthia says delicately. Bella shrugs, as if this small victory was enough.

"Alright," she says. "Guess we're going shopping, then."

--- Despite admitting that a shopping trip was necessary, Bella drags her feet somewhat the whole way, lingering behind Arnick and Tetrox as they pore over various outfits and ties and shoes and the like. Cyanthia drops back.

"What is on your mind?" Cyanthia asks. Bella sighs, putting her hands deep in the pockets of her hoodie.

"I dunno. I just always feel weird trying on fancy shit. So uncomfortable. I feel like it's not me, I guess?"

"Well, I suppose it is not as comfortable as a big sweatshirt," Cyanthia muses, "But there are other benefits, the way I see it. I always feel more confident when I am wearing something nice, or an outfit that I am proud of."

"I suppose so," Bella mutters, still protesting. "This outfit is nice!" She kicks a leg out, showing off the fabric of her pants. "These are nice leggings. They're made out of a good sturdy fabric, and they're purple."

Cyanthia can't help but laugh. "Yes, for workout clothes, they look very high quality. Maybe you can get some new leggings here too, while we are at it."

"Maybe something like this?" Arnick asks the group, turning back towards Bella and Cyanthia. He's holding up a very standard, but good looking, three-piece black suit.

Bella grimaces. "Is the vest necessary?"

"Yes."

"If you say so," Bella smiles wryly. "You're the expert here, Nicky."

"The vest is necessary if you wanna look super hot," Tetrox says to Bella with a razor-sharp, mischevious grin. "Trust me on this one, sugar."

Cyanthia rolls her eyes. Bella cackles. "Alright, alright! Hold onto your pants. I'm gonna try it."

"Let's find her some shoes!" Tetrox says, beckoning Cyanthia over while Bella and Arnick discuss sizing. 

"Oh—alright," Cyanthia says, looking back towards her two other teammates. Not that she's being selfish, but she'd like very much (okay, probably too much) to see what Bella looks like in the suit. 

Tetrox gives Cyanthia a gentle nudge, reading her look. "Don't worry! We'll get back in time to see her try it on."

"Ugh," Cyanthia says. "I don't want to talk about it."

"You know," Tetrox says as the two of them pore over dress shoes, "Bella told me people bring dates to this kinda thing."

Cyanthia sighs, a sharp sound escaping her lips. "I said I don't—wait, she said that to you? You were talking about dates?"

"A little," Tetrox giggles. "I mean, Nicky's going with me, right, so it just seems natural for you two to pair up. It wouldn't have to be weird at all. You could bring it up just like that. But yes, she did talk to me about dates."

Cyanthia turns over a pair of shoes with a tapered toe and a sleek gold accent around the tip, and decides she'll bring these back for Bella. "Did she say anything else?"

"Nope!" Tetrox says. "She, ah, well, it seemed maybe like a bit of a delicate subject, y'know, that she's going alone this year. I'm sure you could just ask her if you wanted to go as friends..." she trails off, looking at you pointedly.

"I'm sure I could," you sigh, the two of you heading back over to the fitting area. "But that is not what I want."

"Well, yeah, that's just what you say when you ask her," Tetrox snickers. "You go as friends, and then you leave as more than friends—"

"Oh, enough!" you snap. Your face is definitely burning red as you return to where Arnick and Bella are, where Arnick is browsing ties and Bella is sitting, looking somewhat disgruntled, in a very, very, very nice suit.

"You look hot as fuck!" Tetrox shrieks. Arnick shushes her indignantly from his spot over by the accessories. Bella smiles at the compliment, looking sheepish. Cyanthia wants to die. 

"Oh, nice shoes," Arnick says to Cyanthia, looking over at what she brought. "Sir, do you like those?"

"Oh, yeah," Bella says, looking grateful that the subject has changed from how she looks in the suit to literally anything else. "Those are super cool. Thanks, Cy."

Cyanthia is frozen to the spot, unable to respond at the moment, but thankfully Bella just takes them from her and begins to lace them up. She watches the way the dark fabric pulls taut against the muscles in Bella's shoulders, and the way it rides up her thighs just ever so slightly, and—

A nudge from Tetrox snaps Cyanthia out of her reverie. "What?" she snaps. Her heart is beating a million miles per hour.

"She asked you!" Tetrox says. "Not me!"

Cyanthia realizes Bella has asked her a question.

"Um—sorry, what did you say?" She asks, feeling stupid. Did she really not hear her at all?

"The shoes," Bella says. "You like 'em?"

"Oh—uh—yes," Cyanthia manages. 

"Wicked," Bella says, looking relieved. "Guess it's not so bad for one night."

Bella heads over to a full-length mirror to observe the outfit all put together, and Cyanthia gravitates towards her. Behind them, Tetrox is forcing Arnick to try on bowties with horrific gaudy patterns and blocking his attempts to escape. 

"Those two," Bella grins, looking over her shoulder at their antics. Cyanthia can practically hear Tetrox's voice in her head, urging her to ask Bella now.

Bella rocks back and forth on her heels, looking at the suit and the shoes and the tie on her, lips pursed. "What do you think?" She asks, looking Cyanthia's way. 

"Oh, uh." Cyanthia is taken aback. "I—well—you look great. I mean, the suit looks great. On you. That is." 

"Thanks," Bella says, while Cyanthia's brain feels like it's on fire. "I guess if you and Nicky and Tetrox all like it, then it's okay, right?"

"Of course," Cyanthia says, taken aback. "I—to be honest, I am surprised you feel like you need to ask us."

"This just isn't what I'm used to, I suppose," Bella says. "You guys look all dressed up most of the time to me, but when it's me wearing this kinda stuff—," she shrugs. "It's just hard for me to tell if I'm doing it right, y'know?"

"You are definitely doing it right," Cyanthia manages, and Bella visibly relaxes as she says that, giving her a grateful smile. 

Ask her, she pleads with herself. Ask her now.

"So, um—" Cyanthia starts, and Bella focuses her amber gaze on her, all six feet of her in the clean lines of the dark suit, and she panics a little.

"I—well, Tetrox said people usually take dates? To the gala? And if you weren't going with anyone, I was thinking we could go. Together." Well, if all else fails, blame Tetrox, she thinks. Cyanthia tries her best to maintain eye contact, to be sincere. 

Bella smiles. "Yeah, of course! That would be great, Cy."

"Okay, great. Perfect." Cyanthia smiles, maybe a little too big, a little too happy, but she doesn't care. And as she and Bella make their way back over to Arnick and Tetrox, Cyanthia realizes she forgot to say 'as friends', but she's perfectly fine to keep it just the way she said it.

[lvkswrites-blog]

Suckerpunch

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: language.

Summary: Reader becomes Steve Rogers mentee.

Foreword: The setting would be pre-CW and I think it fits the scene because this is the time Tony Stark and Peter would meet. Basically, I want to create a Steve Rogers who also have a mentee of sort.

P.S Let me know if you guys like this.

(x)

Third person point of view

The day Y/N found out that she does not want to live a life like everyone else is the day she punched a guy in the cafeteria. The guy looks pretty pissed while laying on the floor. Who wouldn't right? He didn't thought that a girl, a lower year even, could send him to total humiliation. Kids of different years cheered on, hoisting emotions from the two hot heads. Y/N, was about to jump towards the guy and give him another strong punch but her jab was caught by the gym instructor.

"Detention, Y/F/N!"

Every kids who encircled them cram and push one another back to their lunch table. A furious Y/N stood still infront of the instructor and the kid. Deep inside she was muttering things she could've done to the guy, who apparently thought making fun of her friend was nice, if only she was fast enough.

She explained everything to the principal and it made her feel hopeless. The guy would still be abstained, he looked like the lesser evil in this one. Y/N had been to detention more than the kid so she knows that it'll be listed on her record.

A guy brought in a tv and she was again infront of a talking Captain America. That moment, in a detention chair, a not-very-brilliant-self-reflection dawned to her. She did not wasted any moment and grabbed her backpack. She swore that she'll never go back again in the "stupid hell of a place".

Y/N is a person of misfortunes. Her dad died in a mission in Benghazi and her mom died from drug overdose at a young age, taken in by a problematic foster parents, and has identity vs. role confusion. But she was certain that she have a feeling inside her that she can't ignore.

The bus ride is short but enough to drown her with thoughts. Y/N plugged in her headphones and hugged herself.

At an old and rusty steel door, She stood. Her hoodie covering her and her backpack hang off over one shoulder. She knocked and waited for reply, when no one answered. She tried to slide the steel door. It didn't budged. So she tried another way, she went to the alley and search for an entrance. She stopped at her tracks when she found it. Apparently, behind a stink garbage can. "Blehk, eew." With one push she successfully pushed it.

A pick lock is all it takes.

"Now that's more like it."

-----

Steve knows that the owner would be there at the gym he would always go to, but he did not know that there would be someone else aside from him.

Grunts after grunts. Breathy exhales. Beat of trainers hitting the floor. The room felt almost motivational to start his usual workout. He must be careful tho, he do not want attention.

"You are here early? How did you get in?", a voice startled Steve. Steve spun and saw the gym owner.

"I just got here and I- I thought you opened this?"

"I did not." The owner replied. They both shared a look and found a girl in a corner lost in trance while lifting.

Steve approached the girl in a manner that will not scare her. He was gentle even, slowly squeezing information out of the girl. However Y/N can really act well. She said that "I thought it's open, I mean, the lights are on and the door is open so." Steve bought that and talked again to the owner that if anything is missing it might be a break in, if it's not then he must not worry much. The owner trust Steve so he let it be.

A sly smile formed in Y/N lips.

Steve went on his usual routine and let the spirit and sweat fuel him. Like any other fitness junkie, once you start feeling your body fire up it's addicting. He did not realized that per punch he release to the bag, it gets harder. The bag broke from it's chain and it made a loud "thump" as it fell.

*clap clap*

"Captain America," Y/N said while stepping forward. "I thought I might see you here."

Is she a spy? She sound odd. Things came into Steve's head like a computer wiring data.

"You're like a kid on a math test when you think y'know."

"Well, who are you?"

"-I'm just a kid from Brooklyn," Y/N sticked her hand out for a handshake. Steve's eyes trailed the hand infront of him and she waited... She waited until Steve decided to shake her hand. "Steve."

That is when her life officially changed. Y/N and Steve would always meet in the gym and train. They both share this understanding, like telepathy, that shaping up does not just make you feel better but help your head think straight. Days after days of sharing details and small talks. Steve watched her in a distance. Steve learned that she had been struggling with parents, and she have a dream becoming a soldier, and she wants to push her limits.

Steve did not saw a girl trying to impress him. He saw fire in her eyes, powerful motivation, a desire to have a purpose. He saw himself in her. Suddenly, he was back again in 40's. Trying so hard, application after application. He remember... everything.

"Hey, kid. Place is about to close." Steve called, making her pause the treadmill. He gave her time to catch her breath before he dropped the question, "You don't mind chinese takeaways for dinner, don't you?".

Sharon Carter is an agent working for Nick Fury. Lately, she had been assigned to look over Steve Rogers. Steve know and met Sharon knowing she was a friendly neighbor.

Steve and Y/N passed by infront of Sharon's door just in time when she opened it from the inside. Steve acknowledged her with usual greeting. Y/N hung her head as low as possible. Sharon's gaze turned from Steve to Y/N.

Steve racked his brain for an excuse and the best lie he come up with was, "She's my dishwasher." Both Sharon and Y/N's expression is an evident i-knew-it face. They both know Steve is bad at lying. To keep Sharon's act viable, Sharon agreed and excused herself to do the laundry.

Sharon head to the stairs and the two head towards Steve's flat. "You are such a dick, Rogers." Sharon heard. "-language!" Steve warned.

Nick Fury was at his office that time when he received a call from agent Carter. "Agent Carter... What?... Did you manage to take a photo?... Okay I can work that out... Okay... She's a hostile, for now. I'll pay Steve a visit as soon as I can." Nick Fury ended the call with an odd feeling. He tried not to think much about it and truth to be told, he felt that Steve was just trying to catch up in times. After all chivalry is dead, Fury thought.

Nick did paid a visit to Steve's place. He made it really a not-so sneaky one. He was welcomed by a supersoldier pinning him up against the brick wall. "What are you doing here?" Steve whisper-yelled. Nick did not answered and directed his eyes towards the sleeping body in a matress.

Steve released him and said, "Let's not talk here."

"Really? Here?" Fury said in dismay. Steve shrugged. "I ran out of eggs." Fury stopped him by the arms and said, "I told you I'll keep an eye on you."

"-I noticed." Steve retorted and pulled his arm.

"For fuck's sake. If you want a dog, I'll get you one." Fury said and he's furrious. "Rogers. That's a fucking 16 year old, a girl even, and you think- You think you can have someone following you around and listening to your orders-"

"-You don't understand." Steve growled.

"Then make me. Explain it to me..."

"Okay fine. If she fail, she leave. If she pass, she'll stay."

Y/N woke up that day with the sound of clammoring plates amd smell of cooking. She felt a bit concious.

"You don't have to make me breakfast, old man." Steve chuckled at her remark. "Goodmorning, to you too." Both fell silent after that. Both are not used to sharing meals with a person in an intimate space. Y/N chuckled and ate her food in silence.

Steve then explained everything. About fury. About the test. Y/N was not shocked but Steve is. Y/N grabbed her backpack and pulled out her dad's dog tag. Apparently, the dog tag has a shield logo in it. It glistened as the sun light beemed on it.

"I've been low-key researching about S.H.I.E.L.D, I- kinda expected this to happen."

Time skip and a series of extreme running and combat training with Steve. Y/N is ready to face Nick Fury for a test. Although it did not started in a controlled environment, it happened in a laundromat.

Y/N and Sharon are both waiting for their laundry to finish. Y/N started small talks like how's life, what she do, where she came from. "So, you said you're a nurse?"

"Yes," Sharon replied with a smile. That day, Sharon is really in need of laundry service. She have to wash her uniform.

"Do you work during the days?" It's starting to bother Sharon. Personally, she likes her job but when interrogations happen it annoys her.

"Mostly. Life as a nurse is unpredictable, it can change any moment.", Y/N seemed pleased with her response.

Y/N laundry stopped and she started fixing it like any people would. She tried to supress the adrenaline. She breathed in and out in a disciplined manner. She knows that S.H.I.E.L.D trained its agents well that even breathing pattern could be a sign of distress.

She then headed for the door with her laundry, instead of stepping out. She flipped the 'open' sign and slowly locked the door.

"Y/N," Sharon called. "You dropped these." Sharon did not expected the attack. While she was distracted, Y/N grabbed the opportunity to lock Sharon between her arms. Sharon pushed their weights and Y/N hit her back on the laundry machine.

The two started making a mess machine after machine and no one is near from surrendering.

"Why. are you spying on. Steve." Y/N said between attacks. Sharon kept on dodging. She was told that Y/N is a hostile and no harm. Sharon was just dodging every attack Y/N did.

Sharon is lost in her own thoughts while dodging a furious Y/N. Sharon did not expected that Y/N could have much precision and powerful punches. Sharon did not fully understood Y/N mentioned something about Rogers and protection.

Steve and Sharon only shared glances and small talks in the duration of her mission. However, long before she met him she already heard stories from Peggy about a man he worked with. Needless to say, Sharon grew feelings for Steve. Something about Y/N overprotevtiveness aura made her snap. "It's my job, not yours." Sharon thought to her self repeatedly but she kept silent. She then became as assertive as Y/N.

The change of Sharon's body language made Y/N know it's beyond what she wanted to know. Her lunges and attacks felt personal.

"Finally," Y/N announced. They both stared at each others eyes before they started going for one another.

Y/N showed and applied what he learned from Steve, but Sharon showed that she is knowledgeable of MMA moves and aside from personal affairs it became a show-me-what-you-can-do.

Sharon is experienced in combats and her expertise in this really showed. Y/N's arm was about to be locked behind her arm but Y/N grew up catfighting in alleys and she is a nasty and outlaw contender.

Just in time before both girls kill each other, Nick Fury arrived.

-----

Steve and Y/N sat infront of each other silently. No one is trying to make a conversation. Both are tensed to what Fury will say.

From Y/N vision she could see a red haired woman walking towards them. Y/N's excitement tingled as she realized it's Natasha Romanoff. Media created an image that Natasha is a hot and skilled spy who once been in numerous deadly mission. She's Y/N idol. Now she sit there with a freshly bruised face with a stern don't-touch-me Steve Rogers.

Natasha introduced herself and she announced her presence was by Fury's order. Natasha casually joked about bruising Agent Carter's face for her.

Steve looked at Natasha and then at Y/N. He knew that moment that he made a right choice to take her in.

-----

Natasha stirred her coffee as Y/N teared her pack of coffee. "How'd you know that Agent Carter is spying on you?" Natasha asked.

"She keeps on glancing on Steve?" It sounded like a question.

"That's assumption."

"Actually, for a nurse, she looks pretty. I mean if she's being an undercover nurse she should-"

"Are you saying that nurses are ugly?" Natasha wheezed.

"No!" Y/N defended. "I mean, okay, whenever I saw her wearing scrubs I try to smell her. She doesn't smell like antiseptic or hospital scent that usually haunted me. I did not said it at first because you might think I'm a creep."

"Creep." Natasha joked.