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the-canary · 6 years ago

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Monday Afternoon - B.B

Summary: There was only one decent thing about the nursing department, not that he noticed you anyways. (College!Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt: What’s her name again?

A/N: This is for @fangirlfiction ‘s 1k writing challenge. i went to a women’s college with one exception, the music/nursing program -- this oneshot steams from some of those experiences, just without a bucky ;A: however, i hope you enjoy.

Feedback is always welcomed.

First year.

It’s that time of year for any college freshman — the first week of your classes ever . You print out all the syllabus and pack them neatly into the folder you have set aside for all your classes. You are expecting a lot of wonderful things from the extra freedom this stage has promised to set up for you.

What you didn’t expect was for your second class to be canceled in the middle of the afternoon with the professor wanting a one-pager of what does democracy mean to you?

Written outside and placed in her inbox, any emailed essays were going to ignored. Your Pol Sci 100 class was small, so you didn’t expect many would be in the library at this time — it gave you ample time to write it out and find Dr. Hill’s office on the fifth floor.

You weren’t expecting the pre-nursing and bio students to be pilling onto top of the only two printers the library had — teenagers, excited and confused, like you printing out 100 pages of powerpoint presentations before their classes started. You end up on one of the computers near the large stained glass windows, watching for a moment before going to work on this one sheet of paper.

Between looking through your social media and cat videos, it takes you two hours to finish said paper.

You’re ready to print it out when you and the rest of the library hear it — the horrible whirling from the printer as it seems to come to life, spilling papers in front of the poor boy standing next to it before dying completely.

“Sorry,” he lets a nervous chuckle as one of the older students workers and one of the librarians come up to him and ask what he did. There are a handful of people waiting for their papers to print, but after half an hour, the librarian places the sign -- out of order in front of both computers.

You sigh, unsure of what to do now to get out your paper that is due by the end of the class period, though you feel a little bad for the boy with blue eyes shuffling his feet near the corner as you get your things and search for where you can find another printer. However, not before going to the one person that caused this disaster that had been accumulated by everyone else before hand.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” is all you can say, as you stand a bit closer while seeing some people glaring daggers at him, “Probably happens all the time.”

“Thanks,” he states bashfully with a shrug, as you nod and move forward.

Eventually, you do find a printer in one of the common areas and through some careful maneuvering you are able to turn in the page before 6pm. You also do find out that the printer busting at least once is a common occurrence during the fall semester -- and that everyone hates the nursing students for that one reason.

The second time you meet Old Blue Eyes is during your Pol Sci 101 class. Wanda --the one friend you made during freshman orientation-- sits in back of you as Dr. Carter talks about the different structures of democracy and the broader political systems of the world.

“Mr. Barnes,” she declares in cold fury towards the back of the class as most of you turn to stare, “Would you mind stating some of differences between the structure of Congress and Parliament?”

Blue eyes look up from what he was doing -- chatting with a pretty girl as the rest of the nursing students who hung in the back look at him. You had a little understanding of why they did so, but though you understood that nursing was the biggest major by far within the school, you didn’t understand why they all kept to themselves and barely interacted in any of the general education classes that you with some younger and older nursing majors.

James --from what you had learned from looking at all your class rosters-- gets up and smiles before going through the list like the back of his hand. Dr. Carter gives him a sardonic smile before going on with her lecture. The cocksure boy grins before sitting back down, glancing at the whole classroom. His eyes meet yours for just a moment as a crooked smile blooms on his face before he goes back to talking to the pretty brunette next to him.

You think nothing of it, as you go back to taking your notes.

Second Year.

Your second year of classes is more easier to handle than your first, though you aren’t without your late night binges to complete a paper in the middle of the semester here and there. At the current moment, you are watching Wanda and Natasha --a friend you made in that strange religion class you both needed for course credit-- dive into their books for the individual finals. You were sitting at the end of the table without nothing in front of you as you took out a smaller case than usual.

“Are you really going to play 3DS right now?” Natasha questions with mix of shock and anger, as you give her a bright smile before turning on the little game device. Wanda simply shakes her head.

In reality, you had completed the most frustrating finals -- your general ed courses, but Pol Sci as confusing as it could be sometimes, it came to you with ease. You could remember years and theories, top it with some fake, deep meaning to it all and you did well in filling up those little green books when it came time to for finals. It wasn’t like it was math or bio, which you scrapped by most of the time.

“I’m trying to defeat the last member of the Elite Four,” you whine, as Nat rolls her green eyes and throws her eraser in your general direction. You move out of the way and the three of you see it hit a familiar boy. You turn around completely in your chair, as James picks up the eraser from the floor and hands it to you.

“I hope it isn’t Karen and her Houndoom,” he chuckles as you frown at the mention of the character, as Nat and Wanda watch, obviously ignoring their finals for something juicer.

“I ran the floor with her last night,” you laugh, thinking about the aneurism the Pokemon leader had nearly given you, due to playing until the middle of the night just to beat her.

And even though James looked like he hadn’t slept in two or three nights, his comment was enough to make you laugh just a little. In return, his face seemed to lose some of its fatigue as those laugh lines come out with his chuckle.

“Well, good luck with beating Lance then,” James says with a smile before some girls in the back call his name.

“Good luck with your exams,” you answer back with a nod before going back to the game at hand, completely ignoring the flabbergasted looks that Wanda and Nat give you.

Second semester is a bit harder than the first with more Pol Sci classes than before and both Dr. Carter and Dr. Hill realizing the good head that you have on your shoulders, even though you stay silent and in the back during most of their classes. Though, it also means solely evening and afternoon classes, as you wake around noon now more than ever.

However, you end up waking up right before class starts as you end running across the courtyard to the humanities building, only to notice the nursing students standing in front of the entrance with tables and edible goods in front of you. You stop and notice the badly painted sign: NURSING ASSOCIATION FUNDRAISER.

You skipping out on going to the cafeteria makes you pause and glance at all the food until you see the small packaged meals of mini-pancakes with a side of fluffy eggs. You keep staring it as your stomach rumbles.

“‘S my ma’s recipe,” a voice in front of you declare, as you look up to see James with a toothy smile and a brunette (maybe the same one from that one semester?) hanging off his shoulder. And while the sight causes you to pause for a moment, you can’t help but ask.

“And what makes them so special?” you question, as he gives you a cheeky grin, “That I should buy two...maybe even three boxes?”

“Fluffiest pancakes you’ll ever taste,” he teases back, which causes you to laugh. Blue eyes never leave your face, as you agree to buy some.

“If they aren’t the up to standard, I’m coming back to complain,” you state already walking away and heading into the hallway of the fifth floor.

“If it happens, I look forward to seeing you again,” James grins as he watches you disappear.

And while he’s disappointed he doesn’t see you for the rest of the semester, he surely does hope you enjoyed the meal.

Third Year.

You don’t see much of the main campus that semester since you are working in an internship straight in the heart of downtown and take most of your courses online as a result. You end up taking a mini course in the middle of the semester and spend the rest of your time in D.C as a result.

James doesn’t see much of the campus after his accident during the summer either.

You are sure that the Pol Sci department in some way has gotten more funding, either that or Dr. Hill had too much free time on her hands when she decides that there will be mock debates in lieu of it being on election year -- so that the young people will be excited to go out and vote , she declares. You aren’t sure why but she has you sign up for it, though you are more than fine with helping the mock presidential candidate in learning her lines.

It doesn’t help when she ends up getting sick two days before and the only one that knows everything is you.

“Please don’t make me do this,” you groan as Wanda just shakes her head, though you might be complaining she had seen you more than once in mock debate -- this were all just jitters.

“I think most of your department and I know you can do it,” Wanda reassures you with a smile and though you don’t believe her -- you tell Dr. Hill that you’ll do it anyways.

On the day of, you don’t expect the old auditorium to be so jammed packed with students, but apparently this had been promoted for weeks and some classes were even giving extra credit for it. You took a deep breath and ran through your candidate’s lists of arguments while rebuffing the other young women’s. For most of the time, you blank out and you don’t notice that most of the young women and Dr. Hill are grinning from ear to ear, the audience is enthralled with everything -- though one man in particular can’t seem to keep his eyes of you.

“ What’s her name again ?” the now buffer man with long brown-hair sitting near the back of the auditorium can’t help but question as your voice lulls some sense of peace into him, though you are fiercely defending your stance on a political issue that Bucky wasn’t really paying attention to.

You don’t know exactly how you ended up staying in the dorms, but between Wanda freaking out over her oral exam and you needing to stay a bit later than usual for a UN module -- it lead to you sleeping some hours on the floor of Wanda’s dorm room. However, it wasn’t the same as your bed which leads to you wondering around the campus for a moment, hoping that the communal cafeteria is still open in the middle of the night.

As secluded as the campus was, you still screamed a little at the sight of a man at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the new constructed fountain. It seems that he hear you come up, as he turns around and you are quick notice familiar blue eyes, though he is much bigger and now has slightly longer hair compared to the last time you had seen him.

“James?” you question softly, as you notice that he is sitting there by his lonesome as he answers back with the sound of your own name. He ends up getting up and for some unknown reason you have the urge to follow, “I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“I saw your mock debate a few weeks ago,” he declares, turning around to look at you as he comes to sit on one of the edges of the fountain, “You were really good.”

“Oh,” you state a bit surprised, “Thank you, and how have you been?”

“Insomnia and phantom pain here and there,” he states with a sardonic smile, while moving his left shoulder back and forth. You end up taking a seat next to him. However, instead of asking why and giving him a look full of pity, you simply nod and ask him:

“So what’s on your mind?”

Your question makes him pause of a moment, as you cock your head to the side in question. James had always known there was something that had always caught his attention when it came to you, but in that moment -- you simply staying quiet and being willing to listen grabs at his heartstrings as he talks about anything that comes to mind -- his family, his studies, Stevie, and even his accident if only vaguely.

And you just listen without a word being said, something he hadn’t had in a very long time is such a huge relief as he lets it all out. The only time you finally do ask something is when he is talking about his current courses. He had come back to have some sense of normally in his life, but he just couldn’t keep it up anymore.

“So why did you end up choosing coming here anyways?” you can’t help but ask as James’ eyes glimmer in the lights surrounding the fountain. He pauses for a moment, playing with the water as he notices that the sun is starting to come up.

“Gotta be here for my ma, Becca, and Stevie,” he admits shyly, as he looks up at the sky as if embarrassed, “But now...I’m not so sure.”

“I’m sure, you’ll find something you love, James,” you declare like it’s the easiest thing in the world, but as he stares at you with the first rays of morning light hitting your face -- he really wants to believe you.

Fourth Year.

“We’re sure he likes you,” Nat declares over lunch as she points her fork at you. You raise an eyebrow in confusion as Wanda shakes her head -- you weren’t sure how Nat complaining about her Statistics and Methodology class turned into her declaring Bucky liked you.

Since that night a few months back, James had turned into Bucky as he sought you out more outside of class. After deciding he was going to take an extra year to complete his degree with taking summer classes, he sought you to tell you the news and then whenever he saw you in the library. Sometimes, you even had lunch together. You had even gone on the little shuttle for a weekend together here and there. You had even meet Steve -- an art student who was finishing his own schooling upstate. But, you were sure you were only doing it as friends, Bucky didn’t see you that way.

“You don’t see the way he looks at you,” Wanda smile, “But, we do.”

“I think you’re making too much of this,” you bite back, “He’s always been with that Dot girl, I saw them together the other day.”

“Because they’re in the same class,” Nat decides to fight off your bluff, “They haven’t been together since the end of second year.”

“Guys, seriously,” you let out a nervous laugh,”You’re putting too much thought into this.”

You get up from the table with a shake of your head before heading towards your only class for the day. They wait two seconds before they hear the sound of your name being called out loud by a familiar voice. Your two friends look at each other before shaking their heads at how foolish you were being.

The last final of your college career is on the fifth floor like always and aside from seeing Wanda in the morning, you are alone re-reading the book that is at the center of your final exam. The library is silent with the lack of students who have already finished their finals and have headed home, but you enjoy it as you sit near one of the large windows where you started this crazy chapter of your life to begin with.

The afternoon test passes you too quickly, as you end up standing in the hallway as one of the first people to finish the exam. The fifth floor was quieter than usual with no music playing and no students coming in and out of the small rooms. You walk around, enjoying the silence for the moment. Your head in the clouds and memories until you see someone waiting at the end of the hallway

“Bucky,” you declare with a soft smile, as he can’t help but return it. You ignore that he might have been watching you, “What are you doing here exactly? Aren’t your exams done with?”

You knew that Bucky had finished his exams since Thursday and he had moved out already to go back with his mom and Becca for the summer. So, you weren’t sure why he was here, even if Nat and Wanda wouldn’t stop declaring his supposed intentions since the beginning of the year.

“Waiting for you actually,” Bucky smiles as the two of you start to walk out and look at the emptying campus, though it was a bit more somber for you -- Bucky still had another semester here, you didn’t.

“I--” Bucky coughs out, as you turn to stare at him. The familiar nervousness from a boy you had tried to calm down four years ago more evident now than in any time you had known James, “If you wanted to celebrate the end of the semester with me...just you and me.”

“As in a date?” you question, somewhere between hope and despair over what your friends had been telling you, what Bucky was trying to actually mean, and your own personal feelings about the whole thing.

“Yeah, a d-date,” he stutters for just a second before giving you a bashful grin.

You end up grabbing his right arm and give him the brightest smile you can muster: “A date sounds perfect, Mr. Barnes.”

He laughs at your bad imitation of Dr. Carter before taking you down to where his car is parked. And as your college years come to an end one fine Monday afternoon, you can’t to see what life has in-store for you with Bucky at your side.

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dlwritings · 6 years ago

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Repairman | Bucky Barnes

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pairing - Bucky x reader word count - 2,285 warnings - A/N - I wrote this for @fangirlfiction 1k writing challenge! | prompt 38 - “You can bury it so deep, you won’t find it yourself anymore” (I changed it up a little bit just to fit it in the story better) | gif not mine

summary - Cold weather and an old car were not a good combination. You really didn’t want to bother Bucky, but you knew he knew his way around a car. And sure, maybe you wanted an excuse to see him. It turns out, he wanted an excuse, too.

“Come on, come on,” you mumbled to yourself. You were sitting in the parking lot of your apartment during one of the coldest winters your town had ever seen. The wind chills had been in the negative 30s for the past two days, and all your college classes had been cancelled. Today was the third day that your car wasn’t starting. The first day, you just needed to go to the bank to pick up money for rent. It was the only reason you even thought about leaving the warmth of your apartment. You called a friend of yours, and she came by to help you jump it. The next day, you went to start it again (your dad had given you explicit instructions to do so, just to check up on it), and it was dead. You felt bad calling that same friend again, especially since the two of you weren’t all that close, and decided to call Bucky.

The truth was, you had been crushing on Bucky for ages. You met him in one of your classes your freshman year (he was a sophomore) and, while he viewed your relationship as purely platonic, you had fallen in love with him quickly. He was lousy with making plans, always promising to get together for coffee and then never following through. You were a junior now, he a senior, and after a full semester of always being the one to ask to hang out, you had given up, realizing that if he wasn’t putting forth any effort, he probably didn’t want to be friends, let alone anything more. You spent a lot of time pushing the feelings away, pretending that he they didn’t exist. Despite your dwindling relationship, you knew if you were ever in a jam, he’d be there to help.

Just as expected, he was over in 15 minutes and gave your car the needed jump. You wished you could invite him up to your apartment, but you knew you needed to take your newly started car out for a drive to run the battery a bit, and the words got stuck in your throat anyway.

Now, it was the third day, and you felt ridiculous. One of your neighbors, seeing your predicament, agreed to jump your car for you. While you thanked her repeatedly, you helped hook the cables up to both of your cars. After 15 minutes of trying and failing, you realized your car was a lost cause. Just as your neighbor apologized for your misfortunes and headed back to her apartment, you sat in your car and broke down in tears. Not knowing what else to do, you called your dad. You went to college almost eight hours away from him, so the most he could give you were words of advice. He knew an auto place about 10 minutes from your apartment would check your battery for free, but when you called them, they told you you needed to bring the battery to them. When you told your dad that, he pretty much told you you could either take your battery out of your car or pay for a tow.

Naturally, you opted for the former.

The only problem was, you had no fucking clue how to take the battery out of your car.

As much as you didn’t want to, you decided to call Bucky again.

When he had left you the day before, he repeatedly told you that if you ran into any more problems to give him a call. You were going to take him up on that offer, even if he was only saying it to be polite.

At this point, you had retreated back to your apartment to get away from the cold. It was about 8:00 at night and you had just spent a long day locked up in your apartment doing homework. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with a movie and some hot cocoa, but no. You had to be a grown up and deal with car problems.

The line rang about three times before Bucky picked up. “What’s up, doll?” he said, his cheery voice ringing through the earpiece. You couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“How much do you actually know about cars?” you asked him, letting out a pathetic laugh and putting your forehead on your hand.

Bucky laughed, “I’d say a bit more than the average person. Why?”

“Do you know how to take a battery out of a car?”

Again, Bucky laughed, “Yeah, it’s actually pretty simple.”

You don’t know why, but you had expected him to say no. When he didn’t, your face lit up. “Would you, I mean, I know it’s a burden, but would you mind coming over and taking my battery out of my car?” you asked.

“Uh, right now?” he asked.

“If you can?” you replied, the words coming out more like a question than you wanted them to. “I totally get it if you can’t, I just-”

“I would,” he said quickly, “but Steve and I have been drinking for a while now, and I don’t think I should be driving your way.”

“Is that (Y/N)?” you heard Steve call in the background. You couldn’t help but smile again. Steve was Bucky’s roommate and best friend, so you had met him a few times and had heard many stories. “Hi, (Y/N)!”

“Hey, Steve,” you laughed.

“Anyway,” Bucky groaned. You could practically see him shoving Steve away from him. “I can come over tomorrow, first thing. I pass your apartment on the way to work. I can be there at 9:00?”

“You wouldn’t mind?” you said. “I really really don’t want to be a burden. I know I’m asking a lot.”

“It’s fine,” Bucky assured you. “Believe me, it’s not a burden. It gives me an excuse to see you.”

You hated how hard you blushed at that.

“Okay,” you said, letting out a breath of relief. “Thank you. You’re the best. The actual best.”

“I know,” Bucky laughed. You rolled your eyes, your smile still on your face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Almost as soon as you got off the phone with Bucky, it lit up in your hands again. Your best friend, Wanda, was calling you. You picked it up immediately. “Hey,” you said, letting out a heavy sigh. “What’s up?”

“Was wondering if you wanted to go out for drinks tonight,” she said, “but you sound like something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you said. You paused. “Okay, that’s not entirely true, but I’m fine.”

“What’s going on?” she asked. “Still having car issues?”

“Yeah,” you told her. “It won’t even jump anymore. Gonna have to get the battery checked, which means taking it out of my car since I can’t drive it to the shop.”

“How do you take a battery out of the car?”

“I have no idea.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Someone agreed to come do it for me.”

“A repairman?”

“Not exactly.”

“Who?”

“No one.”

“(Y/N).”

“Fine. Bucky.”

Wanda was quiet for a moment before she sighed. “You’re still on that?” she asked gently. “I thought you let that go.”

“I did let that go,” you lied.

“Then why-”

“Do you know how to take a battery out of a car?” I asked.

“No,” she said slowly.

“Exactly,” I said. “I don’t exactly have a line of car-expert-friends here. I figured if I had a shot with anyone, it’d be Bucky.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Wanda said. “I don’t mean to be a bitch. I just worry about you.”

“Well, don’t,” I told her. “When it comes to feelings you have for someone, I’m learning you can bury them so deep, you won’t find them yourself anymore.”

“Have you done that?” she asked.

“I’m trying. It’s easier said than done.”

The next day, just as Bucky promised, he rolled up to your apartment. You met him outside, an awkward smile on your face. “Thanks for doing this, Buck,” you told him.

“Not a problem,” he said dismissively. With a wink, he added, “I like having a reason to see you.” You fought back a blush and popped the hood of your car, letting Bucky remove the battery. You couldn’t help but stare at him the entire time he worked. His arm muscles tensed with every twist of the wrench, and you were sure they were going to rip his shirt when he worked to actually remove the battery. You could hear the gears in his metal arm whirring as his face twisted in concentration. You took in a shaky breath, hoping it would go unnoticed by Bucky. He, however, seemed to hear you.

“You alright, doll?” he asked, looking up from his work. He brushed a piece of his hair behind his ear, and you noticed a spot of grease on his forehead. How did that actually make him look hotter?

“I’m fine,” you told him with a wave of a hand. Bucky nodded and finally lifted the battery out of your car like it didn’t weigh a thing. He walked over to his truck and put it in the back.

“I can take you to the repair place if you want,” he said. “They’ll look at your battery for free.”

“I thought you’re on your way to work,” you replied.

He shrugged. “I asked for the day off. Figured you’d need help putting it back in too.”

‘You didn’t have to do that,” you said quickly. “I really appreciate it, but-”

“It’s no problem,” he said for the second time.

“Well,” you sighed, putting your hands on your hips, “if you don’t have to go to work, there’s really no rush. I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. You wanna come upstairs? I can make pancakes.” At the mention of food, Bucky’s face lit up.

“That sounds great,” he said. You smiled and nodded your head for him to follow you up to your apartment. When you both crossed in, you looked at Bucky and noticed he had somehow smeared even more grease on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh which made Bucky furrow his eyebrows. “What?” he asked. You went to the kitchen sink and grabbed a clean washcloth, running it under the faucet.

“C’mere,” you said. “You have grease on your face.” Bucky laughed lightly, but you noticed a hint of a blush on the tips of his ears. Bucky leaned his back against the counter, spreading his legs slightly. You, without really thinking about it, stepped between his legs to get closer to him. You brought the washcloth up to his face, wiping away the grease from his cheek and forehead. You could feel his eyes staring at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, afraid you’d melt if you did. “There,” you said, setting the washcloth on the counter. “All clean.”

“Thanks,” he said with a grin. You nodded and went into the cupboard to get the ingredients for pancakes.

“I feel like I owe you about a million favors after today,” you told him, not turning to look at him. Since you had your back to him, you missed the content grin on his face turn into a smug smirk. He took a few silent steps towards you, catching you off guard when he wrapped his arms around your middle.

“Go on a date with me,” he muttered in your ear. You could feel his lips tickling your skin which made you shiver.

“W-What?” you stuttered, feeling like a fool as soon as you did.

Bucky chuckled, “Go on a date with me. That can be the favor.” He paused. “I guess it’s more of a proposal than a favor.”

“Really?” you said, turning your head slightly to try and get a better look at him. Bucky turned you around in his arms so your back was pressed to the counter, then he brushed a piece of hair away from your face.

“I know I’ve been distant lately,” he said softly. It almost sounded like he was embarrassed. “It’s just that I’m graduating in a few months, and you’re not. I’ve been scared to get too close to you if the end of the year means goodbye.” With his face so close to yours, you couldn’t help but take in his features. The scruffy beard he had usually made him look a bit older than he was, but standing in front of you now, he looked just like any nervous boy asking out a girl. It made you feel warm.

“I don’t want the end of the year to mean goodbye,” you said, your voice a little above a whisper. “When I think about my future, I see you there. I’ve never been sure you felt the same.”

“I do,” he said quickly. He had his hands planted against the counter top on either side of your body, his face getting even closer to yours. He licked his lips before grinning a bit. “Are you saying yes to the date?” You couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes.

“I might be,” you said, folding your arms across your chest. It was your pathetic attempt at appearing stronger than you were and maybe putting a bit of distance between the two of you. Bucky just chuckled and grabbed your arms, pinning them to your sides while bringing his face even closer to you.

“What’s your policy on kissing before the first date?” he asked. His breath was tickling your lips. You instinctively closed your eyes.

“I’m 100% in favor of it,” you whispered.

You could feel the grin on Bucky’s lips when he kissed you.

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fangirlfiction · 6 years ago

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Congratulations on the 1k! Can I have #2 please? Not sure who I'm writing it for yet (@ruckystarnes)

Yes of course!!! Number 2 is all yours! ❤️

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nekoannie-chan · 5 years ago

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Love and lies

Pairing: It's complicated.

Word count: 3200 words.

Summary: What will be Steve's final decision? How will it affect?

Warnings: Maybe sad.

A/N: My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English, if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

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This One-Shot is the fourth and final part of War, love and lies, which was my entrance to @fangirlfiction’s 1k challenge.

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The decisive day came, you would finally know if Steve had chosen you or if he was really going to leave you and go with Peggy. You had a feeling that the result was going to be painful for you.

Pietro was waiting for them in the apartment although they had a hard time convincing him, Wanda and you went to the cabin, that was where you had put everything they needed, you had hidden on the trees, you see Sam, Bucky, Bruce, and Steve, you felt like your heart was beating super-fast, nerves grew in you every moment.

“Are you ready?” Wanda asked.

"Not really, but I don't have many options," you replied.

The seconds kept going, you internally hoped he had regretted his decision, came back with you and so you two could be the family he always promised you.

You could assure that you heard how your heart broke when you saw him, yes, he had returned, but as an old man, that meant only one thing ... he had preferred to have a life and family with Peggy than with you.

When you saw it, you closed your eyes as hard as you could to prevent the tears from coming out, you felt your stomach upset, you even felt a bitter taste in your mouth, for a moment you wished you had died when fought against the Winter Soldier years ago, you regretted having fallen in love with Steve, you bit your lip hard to avoid screaming, you took a deep breath.

"It's time to go, we don't have anything to do here, we don't belong to this place," you informed Wanda.

She nodded, both had lost more than you thought now you only had the three of you as in the past, but this time the twins were going to make sure they didn't make a mistake, they didn't even care if the others had looked for you in those days.

You got a small apartment for the three of you live, Wanda and you were worried about Pietro was safe because you don’t know if someone had come to follow or even see them there, you needed a place a little farther away and that would go unnoticed, you don’t want others to find you, you don't want to see Steve again in your life or that he was close to your baby, he made a decision that didn't matter to you and you had already taken yours.

Pietro and Wanda had managed to snake into the retirement home where Steve now lived, with her powers, Wanda forced him to sign the divorce papers after he had refused, then she made him forget they were there.

It was a difficult thing because he always had one of his buddies visiting him, especially Bucky and Sam, they had to find the ideal moment where he was alone and nobody discovered them, firstly because nobody knew about Pietro, secondly because they were going to ask them of your location

You couldn’t deny that it had hurt you not to say anything that had happened to Natasha, in the end in those years you had become friends, she was someone you trusted and had supported you, although you were not sure if with the decision that now you had taken and everything that had happened in the last days would support you or Steve, you could almost say that he would support him because they had more time being friends than you and she; so it was probably best not to contact her, perhaps not to contact any of them again in life.

After the twins returned with the signed papers and handed them over, you were officially divorced, you felt a little freer, you had decided to have the baby, you would forget everything that had happened to the Avengers, now you were happy with the family you had.

You had come to think of plans in case Steve's friends wanted to convince them that Steve saw the baby or in the worst case, take it off, you just wouldn't allow it.

You had a small pastry business, cooked everything in the apartment and the neighbors were always going to buy or make orders, maybe it won’t earn a lot of money but if enough to have a modest life and be able to cover the expenses that could arise with the baby.

One day you and Wanda went to buy the supplies you needed for your business and some things for the baby, Pietro had stayed in case more orders arrived, not counting that you told him you wanted it to be a girls’ day.

However, you didn’t expect to meet Sam, Tony, and Natasha in the mall, the first two seemed annoying when they saw you, not more when they saw your belly of almost five months.

"I can't believe you forgot Steve so quickly," Tony said.

"It looked like you were a good girl, so quickly you got another one," Sam said.

"You didn't want to support him with his decision, why did you run away?" Stark scoffed.

"I can't believe you support her, Maximoff, either," Sam complained.

They kept telling you things to hurt you, except Natasha, who seemed dismayed at your state as if she couldn't process exactly what was happening, you had stopped listening to them, you reacted when you saw that Wanda was going to defend you.

"Not worth it," you said.

"I think they don't know what happened," you told her mentally.

Wanda saw you if that was true, then how the others were behaving made sense, the two of you chose to take care that they didn’t follow them, it was not worth it, in the end, Steve didn’t even tell them the truth if they were to find out they would continue defending him as until now?

As soon as you arrived at the department they told him what happened to Pietro.

"Did they defend him?" Pietro asked implausibly.

"If you didn't tell them the truth, they may think that we just ran away," Wanda continued.

"They didn't even know about the baby's existence," you said.

"It seems not," said Wanda.

"I will clarify things, this cannot be so," Pietro said very confidently.

"Pietro, they don't know about you, I remind you that it's our secret," his twin reminded him.

“But…”

"Perhaps it is best to be aware in case we have to execute any of our plans," you said.

A few days later, Pietro had gone to deliver some orders, meanwhile, Wanda and you were decorating some cookies of another order, in the last days they had had several and decided to leave aside the theme of the meeting. You talked about how to decorate the baby's room when someone rang the bell.

"Maybe is Mrs. Dane who comes for cookies, it is already in the package," you said as you continued decorating.

"No, I think we better not open," said Wanda, trying not to be nervous.

You saw your friend, you knew her perfectly and you knew that something was hiding you, for a moment you feared it was Steve who was knocking at the door, although if it was he you weren't going to listen, there was no power neither human nor superhuman that He made you come back with him or have him close, although if he was someone else they could tell you his version and make it clear that they didn't want anything to do with them.

"Who is it?" you finally asked her.

"Romanoff," she murmured.

In the last five years, she had been the closest to a friend you had, she had supported you in everything, internally you knew that you owed her an explanation so you got up and went to open the door.

"Hi, can I come in?" she asked.

You stepped aside to enter, you sincerely believed that she was going to start yelling at you and claiming you as soon as I saw you, but no, I was too calm.

“What do you need?” you questioned.

“Is your husband at home?” she asked nervously.

You laughed, even after meeting the others who had a few days ago Steve had dared to tell them the truth, the question now was whether Natasha was going to believe you.

"I don't have one," you replied.

"Then that baby ..." she began to say.

"Is Rogers’ baby," Wanda said, peeking out.

She had been nervous to not hear any noise and feared that something would have happened to you or that they had taken you by force.

“Why didn't you tell him? He has the right to… ” Nat sounded very confused.

"He didn't care, why do you think I stayed when you made the time travel? He knew it and he didn't care anyway," you clarified.

"So you weren't sick?" she asked incredulously.

"No, he told me he didn't want anything bad to happen to my baby," you replied.

“Why didn't you tell me?” she asked, but now she sounded…like she was hurt?

"I was about to tell you, remember the day the others interrupted our talk?" you said.

"Yes, and Rogers arrived and Scott appeared," Nat remembered.

"Before all that I was going to tell you there was simply no chance," you continue.

“And after everything that happened?” the spy questioned.

"It happened what happened to the stones and well somehow you came back" you answered

You couldn't tell her about the necklace, you already had enough problems and you didn't want them to take away one of the few memories you had of your mother.

"And then I discovered that he didn't love me and that he was going to leave," you continued.

"That's why you left, why you didn’t tell me?" she asked

“Would you have believed me? If he said anything, probably nobody would have doubted the correct, incorruptible and faultless Captain America, he has never mentioned anything about the life so wonderful that he probably had when he returned to leave the stones “you said mockingly.

"No, we've asked him a hundred times what happened but he never wants to say anything about that travel," he clarified.

"Did he mention anything about the fight we had before he left or my baby?"

"Y/N," Wanda warned.

"Wanda, I need to know how much he lied to know if I should fear something," you answered your friend.

"I didn't even know you had fought, he just said you left," Natasha replied.

"Do you know if he ever saw Sharon Carter in those two years that we were all separated?"

"Yes, but he said that it was to inform himself of the situation and to be aware of what was happening," Natasha said.

"Hmm it seems it wasn't the only thing he did," said Wanda.

You nodded slowly, Natasha was confused, nothing seemed to make sense for a moment, nor did Steve's way of acting seem his own.

"I don't understand then why he insisted so much on wanting to come back for you," Nat said suddenly.

"Maybe he didn't want to be alone, nobody likes loneliness," you said.

"What he did is very cruel, hard to believe, do you date anyone?"

"No, I don't think I'm prepared to go out with someone in a good time apart. There's someone more important who needs me," you confessed.

"But Y/N is not alone, she has a family for which she is important," Wanda said.

You sketched a small smile that was true.

“Do you know what it is?” Nat asked looking at your belly.

"It's a girl," you replied.

"I'm going to find a way to help you," she said.

"Nat, it's not necessary, we've managed very well," you rejected.

"Let me help you, this little girl deserves everything," she said

Natasha touched your belly, smiled when she felt some kicks, she had finally decided if Steve wasn't going to take over, she would.

"Do we tell her about him?" you asked Wanda mentally.

"If she is going to help us, sooner or later you will discover it, we don't have many options," she told you in the same way.

"You just don't have to mention the necklace," you said.

"Nat ... there is something else we must tell you," you began to say.

“More surprises?” she asked, opening her eyes as big as she could.

"Pietro is alive," Wanda reported almost as if it were a single word.

“What? How is that possible? ”She asked completely surprised.

"We are not sure, it probably happened the same as with Stark or with you, we don't know," you explained.

“Where is? Where was he all these years?”

"He lives with us, now he went out to buy what we needed," said Wanda.

“Doesn’t bother you if I come more often? I'm worried about you and the baby “Nat asked.

"You can come whenever you want," you assured him with a smile.

After that encounter, Wanda didn't let you go out except for medical checkups, she was afraid someone would try to hurt you. Natasha came every day and brought you things that she thought could be useful, she didn't want to ask Clint to avoid raising suspicions.

You had been the main topic of conversation for the third time that week at the base, Natasha had already got angry, never told you because she knew about your feelings for Steve and wanted you to be happy, but she was in love with you and what they said enraged you.

"You should shut up if you don't know the truth," she said angrily.

“Are you going to defend her after everything she did?” Sam asked.

"She did nothing wrong, you are blaming the wrong person," Nat refuted.

"Then how do you explain that Y/N is going to have a baby," Bucky intervened.

"Is Steve’s, he knew it, but he didn't care and he started to have a happy life with Carter, he abandoned his wife and his daughter," she finally explained.

No one expected that; everyone was speechless, Steve had never mentioned anything about you being pregnant, not even what had happened.

“He never told you? Y/N told me the whole truth, that's why she left, Wanda is protecting her, they are the ones who need us, not Steve,” Nat said almost screaming.

She didn't mention Pietro, she supposed that if you haven't said anything about him being alive it was for a very good reason.

“Do you know where we can find them?” Bucky asked.

She agreed, if you didn't want to see Steve you wouldn't do it, Tony arranged everything to give a much better apartment than the one you are living, you would also have better medical care and everything you could need, Natasha was right, who needed everything the support was you and not Steve, they didn't understand the reasons why you kept hiding what had happened.

Bucky was exaggeratedly upset with Steve that was not the friend he knew, so he stopped visiting him in the retirement home.

They knocked on your door, you thought Wanda had forgotten the keys, when you opened the door and saw who was there, and you tried to close it again, this time you weren't going to let your peace of mind be taken away.

"No, Y/N we want to talk," Tony said.

"I don't want to hear," you replied as you continued trying to close the door.

“No, wait, we know the truth, let us help you," Sam said.

"You can't help me, nor do I want anything from you," you pointed out.

"If we can, please, you're not alone, Natasha told us everything, please," Bucky asked.

You knew they weren't going to leave, you decided to let them pass and listen to them, they apologized for everything that had happened, they gave you a proposal, which sounded great, you weren't even going to have to see Steve, they now knew everything that had happened, to tell you the truth, you were very worried if something bad happened to you when your baby was born, you didn't like the idea of running away, that you had practically done all your life, you didn't want the same for your little girl, what they offered you was more stable.

When Wanda arrived she almost took them out until you explained what was happening, finally, you accepted the proposal, and also told them about Pietro, although his explanation was the same as you gave Natasha.

You were more comfortable in the new apartment, not to mention that Natasha had completely taken care of the decoration of the baby's room and spent most of her time with you, somehow now you felt calmer and happier.

The others gradually stopped going to visit Steve, initially, they tried to obtain the information, simply to corroborate and make him understand the damage he had done but Steve was reluctant to speak, so they had no choice but to stop visiting him if he didn't care about the family that had left the others if they were not going to let anyone hurt you or the little girl.

Natasha and Wanda were during labor with you, which had no complications.

Months later Natasha finally confessed her feelings, you corresponded, she was also an excellent mother for the little girl and she was never going to betray you.

The rest accepted their relationship very well after all the others wanted them to be happy after all the things that had happened.

You do not even know if you would tell him everything that had happened to the little girl but that would discuss when it was time.

Steve didn't know anything about what had happened or asked about you, it was as if they had never existed for him, after almost four years he was tired of everyone’s excuses not to see him, he went to the headquarter, but he stopped in a park near before, where he saw a girl, for some reason he sat on one of the farthest benches to watch her, after a while, he saw you and understood everything, that girl was his daughter, now everything was beginning to make sense, they found you and knew the whole truth.

"Have you see everything you're missing?" someone asked behind him.

He turned and saw Natasha, then he assumed that it was she who had discovered everything that had happened.

"That's the reason all of you stopped visiting me, right?" Steve asked.

“Rogers, now it's too late, you missed a beautiful opportunity, you could have what you always wanted, but now Y/N is mine and together with our girl, we are a family," Nat replied.

He looked at her in surprise, he would never have imagined it, Natasha's mobile phone started ringing, it was you, you were calling her because she had already taken the time to arrive and the girl already wanted to see her other mom.

That was when Steve realized the big mistake he made, that mistake he now paid while being alone for the rest of his life and this time there was no way to fix it.

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nekoannie-chan · 5 years ago

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War and lies

Pairing: Steve x F!Reader

Word count: 3293 words.

Summary: Five years had passed since the Snap, did you manage to fix things or had more problems? Steve lied to you all this time?

Warnings: Maybe very sad.

A/N: My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

Your power is the telekinesis and you are a mutant

This One-Shot is the third part of War, love, and lies that was my entrance to @fangirlfiction ’s 1k challenge.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

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It had been two months since that trip, you were sitting on one of the benches in the headquarter garden, you kept thinking about everything that had happened in your life.

Wanda, Pietro and you had known each other since you were children when your families escaped from the Sentinel Services, then they lost their parents when a bomb exploited in their apartment and you lost yours because of the Sentinels, then the twins joined HYDRA, the Sentinels and the Purifiers chased you for a few years until Fury found you, later you met Steve and you met again with the twins but now you had practically lost almost everything ... if you got to lose Steve, you thought you would go crazy.

“Are you all right?” Natasha asked, sitting next to you.

"Yes, I was only thinking about my life," you replied.

"In a month it's your wedding, I thought you two and Stark would do it together," he said.

"It's Stark, he doesn't want anyone to take away the prominence," you replied.

“You're right, do you think you're doing the right thing?” Nat asked.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused.

"I don't know, at all, this time that has passed has been so confusing," said Natasha.

"I know, but I think I'm finally going to do something right in my life, why do you ask?"

"I just want you to be happy, you deserve it," Nat murmured.

"I am, Steve makes me happy."

"Won't you go to Stark's wedding?" she asked.

"No, I'm not in the mood, I still have to fix several things about my wedding, but if you want, go with Steve, so he doesn't go alone," you suggested.

"I better help you," she offered.

The month went by very fast, Steve and you had a simple ceremony invited the few that were left, however, Rhodes and Stark did not attend your wedding, although you did not give much importance to that fact, you enjoyed what the event fit inside, but you still feel that your best friends were missing.

It had been five years since the Snap; Banner had disappeared for a while; Stark led a peaceful life on the outlands of the city with his family, Clint had occasional news and none was good, Steve had become an advisor to a group helping people so they could overcome the Snap and continue their lives; while Natasha and you tried to keep things in order with the help of the rest.

Last month you had felt very tired, the smells bothered you too much, the food tasted different to you, you checked the calendar, you began to suspect why you decided to go to the pharmacy and bought two pregnancy tests, Steve was still coming back, in fact, he told you that he would return early in the night.

You locked yourself in the bathroom, followed the instructions of the tests, the time you waited seemed eternal, however, the tears flooded in your eyes when you saw the result, after so many years they had tried it was finally positive.

You managed to cook something special for dinner and tell your husband.

"I'm here," Steve told you when he entered.

“How was your day?” you asked trying to calm your nerves.

"Well, you know the usual ... did I forget a special date?" he asked, stopping when he saw the table and the food.

"No, it just occurred to me that it was a good idea," you apologized.

You had dinner while talking banalities, although Steve still believed he had forgotten some date.

"Tell me the truth, what’s the reason for this dinner?" He asked as he continued trying to remember.

"I'm pregnant," you finally said.

Steve saw you as you would have given him the worst news of his life or seen a ghost, instead of talking, he took his glass and drank it, and even you thought he had turned pale.

“Steve? Say something, are you not happy? ”you asked.

The nerves began to take hold of you again.

"You surprised me, this is the happiest moment of my life," he said.

Although his reaction seemed unconvincing, he got up, kissed you, and hugged you.

"Did you tell anyone else?" he asked you suddenly.

"No, but I was thinking of talking to Nat," you replied.

Even though you didn't consider Natasha your best friend -no one would take that place away from Wanda- but she had been a great support in those years and the only friend you could turn to whenever you needed her regardless of the day, the time, or the circumstances.

"No, let's keep it a secret," he asked.

“Why?” You asked surprised.

"I don't want anything bad to happen, please." he put his puppy eyes that always convinced you.

You ended up giving in to his request, the next few days he began to behave a bit weird with you. It had been a week since you gave her the news now you were with Romanoff, you needed to feel a little more support for what you were thinking of telling the news to her, no matter what your husband had asked you

"Has it never happened to you that you expect someone to be very happy when you give them important news and just don't react as you expected?" you asked her suddenly.

"No, did something happen between you and Rogers?" she questioned.

"Is that ..." you started saying.

You were interrupted by the others to have a conference and become aware of the events that had occurred so far, you tried to comfort Nat after Rhodes informed him of the most recent events with Barton.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't even let you finish telling me," he apologized.

At that moment they heard that Steve arrived, you decided not to say anything more to Nat, a few minutes later Scott appeared at the door.

You don’t understand what was happening, Scott was supposed to have been one of the Snap victims; for a moment you had the hope that everything had been fixed in some mysterious way but ultimately fixed, but as soon as he explained what had happened to you, it made you want to cry although perhaps if there was a way to bring everyone from return,

It was with Stark who denied the help in the first instance, then they went with Banner -now Professor Hulk- it was initially difficult to start a conversation since it was now popular but finally accepted the challenge.

"I think you better stay here at home," Steve told you.

“Steve, I want to help “you answered.

"You have to protect our baby, I'll order everything, I promise you," he said, put his hand on your still flat stomach and kissed your forehead.

You were not very convinced, however, your husband was right, nobody knew how dangerous it could become what they were trying to do and you didn't want to put your baby in danger.

All that time that happened you felt alone in the house, Steve only answered you with a message at night or if you were lucky you received a call from him, instead, you had more communication with Natasha, who kept you aware of what happened, but still didn't tell her about your status, then you would find out that Steve had justified your absence with which you had become ill.

You miss Steve too much even though it had not been more than two weeks, the only time you came to visit him, he scolded you and forbade you to return; He didn't want you to get hurt from one of the many experiments if it didn't work out.

You were lying in bed in your hands you had the necklace that your mother had given you the day before her death, she told you that the necklace had a very special stone, but she never had the chance to explain to you how it works so you had never managed to understand how it worked.

A time before she died they had tried to bring the parents of the twins back to life, but it didn't work out, the same thing you tried to do with your parents without success, finally many years later, when Sokovia happened, you tried it with Pietro and it worked, you never told anyone what they had done, because you had sneaked out to where his body was, finally, the three of you agreed to keep secret what had happened and the fact that Pietro was alive since you don’t know well if you would get into trouble, you had understood that such an object would be very coveted for both the good and the bad and you already had enough problems at that time.

Although now that you thought about it, it might not have been of any use since they had both disappeared with the Snap; you were sure that they were not dead because you had tried to bring them back without success, but that would not prevent you from wishing to have even one of them with you so as not to feel so alone, after all, they were part of your family.

One day you heard that people had begun to return and apparently a fight in the headquarter occurred too, full of hope you went to the place, you needed to know what had happened.

“Steve “you called him when you saw him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked when he saw him trying to hide the wound from his arm.

“I heard what happened and I worried “you justified.

“But Y/N ...”

"Y/N!" Wanda shouted, interrupting him.

You ignored your husband and approached your friend, you hugged each other, it had been so long, and you needed to prove it wasn't a dream.

"Is Pietro here?" you asked mentally.

"No, it was difficult but I managed to convince him not to come so they wouldn't discover us" she replied.

You went to another place where no one could hear them and far from everyone's sight.

"What happened?" you asked.

"It's a complicated thing, but tell me what happened in this time," she replied.

"It's also complicated, we'll have time," you said.

She nodded, took your hands and took a deep breath before speaking.

"I know you don't like him, it's neither me nor my brother, but Stark died, you think, could you...?" she asked.

"We can try but I don't know if it will work, you know it doesn't always work," you explained.

Stark was still unpleasant for you but he had a family, so you thought he had the right to enjoy it as you were going to try to do it with the one you were forming.

"We can try it," she said.

You get in when no one saw you, you looked for Tony's inert body, you squeezed the necklace gem with your hands, you were still not sure how it worked but you thought that if you wanted it, it could work, you saw how Tony's hand began to move, you get hid immediately, you didn't want to explain.

"What the hell?" Tony said sitting on the surface.

You and Wanda left immediately, you went to Tony's house, you needed to know what they were going to do, and you met Steve again.

"And Natasha?" you asked him.

He shook his head and you felt like a bucket of cold water, you walked to the lake, you didn't know if it would work because you didn't have a body, but that wasn't going to keep you from trying, you squeezed the gem again, a few hours later Natasha appeared knocking on the door, nobody understood what had happened but they were happy that they had returned.

In the following days Steve's behavior with you changed too much, it seemed very distant, you were wondering if something had happened in what they had tried, you asked Natasha but she didn't know anything because she wasn't with your husband.

You were walking down the hall when you reached to hear a bit of a conversation that made you think.

"We went to Lehigh Camp in 1970," Tony told to someone.

"I'll return the stones," Steve said.

"Rogers you won't be thinking ..." Tony warned.

There was a small chance that what you feared had happened, you immediately went with Wanda.

"I need you to read Steve's mind please," you asked.

"Why?" Wanda asked.

"I suspect something but I need to check it, please you are my only chance," you pleaded.

That's what your friend did, she read your husband's mind, after that she didn't want to tell you what she discovered because she didn't want you to get hurt.

"Please, Wanda, I need to know what happened," you pleaded.

"I don't think it's a good idea," she replied nervously.

"Wanda I'm expecting a baby from him, I need to know what the hell happened when he went to the past," you explained.

“Am I going to be an aunt?” She asked surprised.

"Yes, he insisted that we keep it a secret," you continued.

Wanda sighed, he had no choice, she told you everything she saw, tears were falling down your cheeks, something was wrong.

"I think if I can't figure this out, we'll have to run away like many years ago," you told her before you left.

As soon as you got where Steve and you lived, you went straight to the bedroom, stirred the drawers until you found what you were looking for the compass, your hands shook when you grabbed it, then you opened it and saw the picture of Peggy, he had said long ago that had changed that photo for one of yours but it was a lie.

“Why do you snoop on my stuff?” Steve asked causing you to startle.

"Why didn't you tell me you saw Carter on the trip to the past?"

"I ..." Steve didn't know what to say.

"Steve I trust you, I did many things for you, and I loved you, “you interrupted him” Why did you see Sharon Carter after the problem with Stark and the authorities?"

Yes, Wanda had also told you that and it seemed that it was not to speak, but something else had happened. Not to mention that in what you were looking for the compass you had found other things related to the Carter that now seemed too incriminating. When making the conjectures everything made sense, the only thing that kept making you have doubts was the reasons for what he had done.

"She only informed me of the things that were happening," he defended.

“Bullshit! You just didn't want to be alone at this time, did you? It made it easy for you to play with someone's feelings for so long, you thought I would never know the truth “you finally exposed

"I'm not lying to you," he said in a trembling voice.

"Something happened between her and you," you said.

"No, nothing, she just helped me” his voice sounded weak.

"For once in your life, don't lie, tell me the truth."

“Why do you say those things? Don't you trust me? ”he asked you altering.

"Answer my questions, I know everything, I heard everything," you said.

"Next week I will be in charge of returning the stones to where they belong," he informed you.

“You will go with her, right?” you questioned, he kept quiet “Did you ever really love me?

"You know I love you," he said trying to calm things down.

"It's not true, you changed your way of being with me too much," you pointed out sharply.

"You just took me by surprise," he defended.

"That’s a lie, that's the reason you didn't want anyone to know about the baby," you said.

"It brought me good memories that were all, “he excused himself “Why do you say those things? Don't you trust me? ” he asked

“Do you even care? Or do you care about our baby? ”You questioned.

"Sure, you are the only ones that matter to me, it's all I have," he replied.

"I don't understand why you're leaving or the reasons you did what you did," you said.

"I told you, it made me relive good memories," he defended.

"So are you staying with us?"

"Someone has to return the stones," he said.

"Nat or Bucky or Wanda or Sam can go, there are many options," you suggested.

"I have to do it," he said.

“Why? You're lying to me, you're staying with Carter in the past...

"I'm sorry ..." he said before leaving and leaving you there alone.

You felt that your legs at any moment were going to stop holding you, everything had been a lie and Steve had never been able to forget Carter, Wanda never lied to you with what she told you she saw, now you suspected that those photos Ross had given you taught many years ago were true, you took the picture frame that contained the first photo they had taken as boyfriends and threw it causing it to break, you hoped to open your eyes at any time and that everything turned out to be a bad dream, that he was asleep at your side, but it wasn't like that.

You lost how long you were lying down, you got up, you went down, Steve wasn't in the house, you left the place, you didn't know how but you came to the apartment where Pietro lived, luckily Wanda was there.

“Y/N, what happened?” Pietro asked as soon as he saw you in the entrance crying.

"He's going to go with her," you replied by throwing yourself into Wanda's arms.

“Who? With whom? ”Pietro asked confused

"C-Carter," you said.

“What?! And the baby? ”Wanda asked.

“What? Which baby? What happens? I don't understand anything “Pietro felt very confused.

"He doesn't care, he never loved me," you said.

"What are you talking about?" Pietro asked again.

"Didn't you tell him?" Wanda asked you, you shook your head. "At this time Y/N and Rogers got married, she is pregnant," he explained to his twin.

Pietro pursed his lips and clenched his fists, he had already understood what was happening, Wanda had told him before Y/N arrived as they had solved everything, he was not going to allow them to abandon his friend.

"I'm going to kill him," he muttered very angrily.

"Pietro no," Wanda ordered.

"I won't let anyone hurt her," he said, rising.

"Nobody knows you're alive, instead of helping us, you're going to get us in trouble, Y/N needs us," Wanda replied.

“What are we going to do?” Pietro asked, sitting down again.

"I'm going to ask him the divorce," you replied flatly.

"What if he doesn't leave?" Wanda asked.

"There is only one way to prove it," you said.

"Do you know when it will be?" Pietro said.

"Next week" was the only thing you knew.

Wanda went to the headquarter to get the exact date, it would not be difficult, he pretended not to know anything when Steve asked for you, Natasha also asked but said nothing, while you left the signed divorce papers if Steve did not leave, you would hide and you took a few things that you considered important to you, you were sure that Steve would not realize that they were missing.

The following days were difficult, you were crying, you had never thought that you would feel such a magnitude of pain in your life again, the twins did what they could to encourage you, in fact, they even force you to eat without caring that you would deny.

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War and love

Pairing: Steve x F!Reader

Word count: 3201 words

Summary: Thanos achieved if objective, can you fix things? What will happen to the relationship of Y/N and Steve?

Warnings: Smut, lemon, or as you know, this chapter is +18.

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Your power is the telekinesis and you are a mutant

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Those who remained in Wakanda met at one point, nobody knew what to do, and you had to see if the Snap had affected the entire planet or only those who were there, all of you had to return to the Avengers’ headquarter; so you did that.

You were in the headquarter boardroom, you were watching the news, you were daunting, it had affected the entire planet, you didn't know if the universe, as well as Thanos said, you weren't even sure who really disappeared with the Snap, or how to explain what had happened, you begin to discuss what you should do, some said you should go after Thanos and force him to undo the Snap, others that had to find a way to obtain the stones and the gauntlet to reverse everything, others thought that it was better to end Thanos without regard, but the discussion started to get out of control when you began to look for whose fault it was that their enemy was victorious.

“What should we do?” Natasha asked trying to calm the discussion.

“We have to find him and kill him,” Thor said sharply.

“No, we have to draw up a good plan, “Bruce interjected, still feeling frustrated because Hulk had not appeared.

“We are few, we should first gather everyone we meet, try to find Thanos and think what to do,” Steve suggested.

“And Stark? Why isn't he here? “Nat asked.

They turned to see you, no one except Tony and Rhodey knew the hell you had lived in those years, isolated in that room, and you could say for sure that neither that pair can’t understand what you had been through.

“I don't know, I'm not his babysitter, I lived in that room for two years, the only two times I went out is because they wanted to force me to participate in a stupid mission and the other was because Wanda asked me to “ you answered badly.

“Because you didn't want to collaborate”, Rhodes complained.

You opened your mouth to confront him, he was one of those responsible for that time had been hell for you.

“Enough,” Steve said, he was not going to let them continue to hurt you, not to mention that he still felt guilty about what had happened to you.

“Wait, and Quill? Gamora? Nebula?” Rocket questioned.

“Who? “Bruce asked.

“They are rabbit’s friends, “Thor replied.

“Maybe they're with Stark and they are already invited to their wedding because it's the only thing that matters to them,” you replied sarcastically.

“Do you have any way to communicate with that Stark?” Rocket said.

You left the room before hearing any response, you were no longer a team or even people you cared about (really the only ones that mattered to you were Wanda and Steve but you had lost your best friend and all you had left was the person who you loved), surely Stark would have made a mistake as usual and that's why all that misfortune had happened, you needed to be away from them, you felt like it was hard for you to breathe, everything was blurring, you went into the bathroom and wet your face, you breathed as much deep that you could, you would not cry, you closed your eyes for a moment to calm down, finally you came out completely calm, outside Steve was waiting for you, you had not noticed that he left behind you as soon as you left.

“Doll, aren't you interested? “Steve asked worriedly.

“After all that has happened, not really, I don't care if Stark or any of them are dead or alive, the only ones that matter to me are you and Wanda,” you replied.

Steve approached you and kissed you, it started as an innocent kiss but it went up in intensity, I wanted to recover everything you had lost, I understood your feeling because it was the same since he had also gone through a lot while you were away from each other another, there would be time to catch up on everything you had lived, you separated when you heard footsteps approaching where you were.

“Aren't you coming?” Nat asked as he peeked out.

“Yes, in a moment,” you replied.

“Did I interrupt something?” the spy said curiously, you also noticed a little discomfort in her voice?

“No, absolutely nothing, let's go,” Steve replied trying to sound convincing.

Natasha looked both of you, she looked first at Steve as if trying to read his mind and then on you for several seconds, she smiled at you and then turned around and started walking to return to the boardroom, you followed her but Steve stopped you and waited for Nat to come forward.

“Tonight, in my room or yours? “he whispered in your ear.

“Mine, I'll be waiting for you, “you said and winked an eye.

You reached out the others, you couldn't locate Tony, some went to the Sanctum, Wong didn't have news either, until that moment you didn't even know if the Snap had affected the universe or only the Earth, you had no way of contacting anyone, you were completely lost.

The hours had passed, everyone had gone and try to rest, everyone needed to recover energy for what you had to do to try to solve all the chaos; it was strange to be in your old bedroom again, you never considered the cell as a home or bedroom, you didn't even feel that the headquarter was still your home, coupled with everything you had lost in all that time and the only good thing that had happened was that you fixed things with Steve, during those two years you tried to convince yourself that you don´t love him anymore, but you never made it, you didn't care they told you those lies, you still loved him.

You looked at the little communicator that Fury had given to you after the HYDRA uprising, with that you had kept him informed of everything that happened, although in your captivity there was not much to tell, you turned it on trying to see if he had any news but you didn't hear anything, the next day you will try again, you put the device in the drawer of your nightstand.

You looked up when you heard the door opened slowly, you sat on your bed, you had waited a long time for Steve, and you smiled when you saw him come in; could you recover all you had lost?

You felt a tremendous pulse of desire, you believed the slightest provocation would make you run.

He approached you, he pet your hair, then he put a finger your face as if he drew it, you shivered expectantly at what you knew would happen, you took his arm to bring it closer to you, your faces were front to front, you could count him the eyelashes if you wanted.

You began to kiss, you had missed his kisses, his hands, his caresses, all of him, you hugged him while still kissing him, for a moment you feared that nothing was real and when you realized or woke up you would continue in the cell and nothing would have happened and Steve would have already forgotten about you.

“I am here Y/N,” Steve said as if he had read your mind.

“I love you, Stevie,” you said.

“I love you Y/N,” he replied.

Steve knelt by your side, kissed you slowly again as he feared that at any moment you would vanish, then your hands would not stop traveling in his body and vice versa, you two needed to recover all that lost time, he filled your face with kisses, then he kissed the eyelids, the cheekbones, the forehead, the chin, your neck, and collarbones, meanwhile, you passed your hands through his pecs and his back, he continued going down until he reached your breasts, which he kissed through the nightgown you were wearing as pajamas.

Steve began to take off your clothes, but not in a quick way, but slowly enjoying himself, from time to time he kissed you again in a tender way, you also took his clothes off.

You kept touching his torso with your hands, it was as if you were trying to memorize every inch of his body, it had been too long since the last time you were like this together.

After taking off the last cloth he touched your face with his left hand, then covered your face with many kisses, he directed his eyes to your breasts, wanted to touch them, squeeze them, pinch them, he began to caress them without stopping kissing you, then he began to lick your nipples, first the left and then the right, then he sucked in the same order, meanwhile, you groaned

He kissed you again, you felt his palpitation between your legs; and then he slipped a hand to feel your femininity.

You stopped him, you pulled him away from a little, he looked at you without understanding, you lowered your hand to his penis and grabbed him to start stroking him, he groaned as he closed his eyes, you leaned a little and you lick it with your tongue, then you put it into to your mouth causing him to let out a choked scream, you started sucking it with desire, up and down, up and down.

When your tongue licked him he stopped you and separated from you, he didn't want to finish yet or be the only one to receive pleasure, he laid you on the bed, put your head on the pillow, carefully adjusting your hair.

He kissed your body until he reached your lower belly, he approached wistfully and hit his mouth to your sex and began to lick your clitoris and lips, he passed his thumb down your clitoris, you squirmed, then he began to penetrate you with two fingers while sucking your clitoris.

After a while he stopped, got up to face you, looked for your approval, you nodded, then he placed between your legs to penetrate you, he took your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks with his thumbs being careful not to hurt you, you had closed your eyes as he entered you, then you opened them and looked at his face, his eyes, he also looked at you, you started kissing.

He began to move, rushing, again and again, you felt how he filled you, for effect as his pubis slid against your clitoris causing you to groan, as your breasts moved every time he walked in and out, his arms at his sides stopping his weight to not crush you, his hair covered part of his face. It was delicious to have it between your thighs, so intimate.

You raised your arms to fill him near to you, hugged him to feel him closer, he began to kiss you vehemently, and greedily, you both closed their eyes.

A while later with a gesture of your hand, you indicated him to stop, you separated from him, you wanted to change position, you put yourself on top of him and reintroduced him into your sex, he felt your part throbbing against his, your hips went up and down keeping up, he sat up, rolled your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, he took your breasts with his cupped hands preventing them from the moving, bent and kissed your nipples, to continue with the lower part of your left chest, run your tongue through the joint where the chest joined the torso.

He hugged you firmly, while he stroked your butt with his left hand, he lifted you and put you in your knees while leaning and separated your legs well, penetrated you while rubbing the clitoris with his thumb, put the other hand on your hip to have more control, he loved to feel your vagina throbbing and clenching his limb, you felt like your breasts throbbed and swayed to the rhythm of the movement causing the feeling of rubbing against the quilt you like and your sex swelled as if you were going to explode, your orgasm began, at that moment it was as if the world had stopped and your mind had gone blank, he kept caressing you until he noticed that you were running, this caused him to end up ejaculating, you let out a slight groan when he felt like He filled you with his semen.

He left you, helped you lie down, then did the same at your side, adjusted your hair, ran your face with your index finger

“Look at me,” he asked.

You did it, you looked into his eyes, those were the eyes you remembered, so full of love, that you would always be for him.

“Marry me, Y/N, “he said.

You didn't find the words to describe what you felt, in the past, you had thought several times about how he would ask you and tried possible answers, but now you were blank, you couldn't react.

“I know it's not the most romantic way, but after all that has happened, I don't want to be without you any longer, “ he apologized, although he mentally hit himself because he had no ring, he kept silent waiting for your answer.

You were perplexed trying to process everything that had happened were too many things for a single day

“I accept,” you replied in a barely audible voice

He smiled and kissed you, he would buy your ring as soon as possible.

The next day you decided to use all the available technology to track and find Thanos and Tony, you felt overwhelmed because you received hundreds of calls, some seeking explanations for what had happened, others demanding solutions but ultimately you all you felt lost just like you.

“We also need to find Fury, maybe he knows something, “Natasha said.

“Does anyone know where he is? “Bruce asked.

“It was a lot I speak with him, “Steve replied

“I know how to locate him,” you said.

You went to the bedroom and pulled the communicator from the nightstand, you returned with the others, who with great curiosity looked at what you had in your hands.

“Maybe with this, you can find him, he gave it to me a long time ago, I tried to contact him, but he didn't answer me, “you explained.

You turned it on but again there was no answer, you started to worry, and he never left your calls unanswered.

“Why he doesn't answer?” Rhodey asked you.

“I don't know, can you track where the other one is? “, you asked, maybe someone else could get another clue.

That you did, after a few hours you managed to find the location of the receiver, you went to the place, however, the abandoned van was the only thing you found, the other communicator was inside the vehicle where Fury and Maria were traveling, but there were no signs of any of you. On the floor near the van, you found a third communicator, from which it seemed you had sent the message; you understood everything, Fury had also been one of Thanos' victims and had finally called what he considered the last resource, he never told you exactly who or what it was but if he had told you that if things got really bad It would be necessary to call this resource and would come to their aid.

On returning to the base you began trying to analyze the signal of the other communicator.

“Why did Fury give you that?” Rhodes asked abruptly.

“Because he trusted me more than you,” you answered in a bad way.

“There is nothing logical ...” he started.

“When I was 20 years old, the Sentinel Program was active, they chased me and Fury saved me, taught me to be a spy, he knew me better than you and your little friend and he knew that I’m trustworthy and I would never betray him” You sentenced raising your voice.

Everyone saw you, you used to be calm so your reaction surprised them, and Natasha took you by the arm and pulled you out of the room to prevent the discussion from continuing.

“Is everything okay? “He asked once outside.

“Yes, of course, within the circumstances, “you replied

“I can't believe he disappeared too, “she said.

“Nor I.

“It must have been hell for you all that time, “said Nat.

“You have no idea,” you replied.

“I missed you, I mean, Wanda, Steve and I missed you; everything has always been more fun with you, “he confessed.

“Sure, I missed you too, without you it was boring to be there,” you said.

“I tried to find you but it never occurred to me that you were here, you know you can count on me for anything, right?”

“Yes, thanks,” you thanked.

You had noticed that Nat had been behaving a little strangely, but you attributed it to the situation you were living.

It had been five days from here you found the communicators until the only one that was working went out, Steve gave the order to don´t stop transmitting the signal; nobody knew who was directed, however you hoped that the receiver had not disappeared as well.

A blonde woman appeared a few minutes later asking about Fury; having a dialogue was somewhat complicated, but you finally succeeded and explained what happened.

You spent hours talking about possible plans to solve the situation, none would work and had no clues nor the slightest idea ofhow to fix the situation; until one day Pepper entered informing them that she had received a message from Tony although you did not know how to get to him. Carol offers to bring him back and that is exactly what he did.

After they checked Stark's condition, you could hear the discussion he had with your fiancé from outside the room, you didn't think you could stand being in the same room as the couple who had made your life impossible in recent years and it suddenly seemed that there was a small commotion inside the room; outside you were trying to decipher at what point everything had been ruined, however, that didn't matter anymore, you were trying to distract yourself a little but you didn't really succeed.

“What happened in there? “ You asked when you saw Steve approach you

“Stark is not well, “your fiancé announced.

“Hmm, “you thought something more important had happened.

“But the blue woman ... Nagini, she knows where we can find Thanos, “he informed you.

“Her name is Nebula”, you corrected him.

Steve saw you, and then he laughed, he confused the name.

“How we go?” you ask.

“In the Danvers’ spaceship” answered as it was obvious.

“But she didn´t arrive in a spaceship,” you said.

“So we should look the way to fix the spaceship that Stark arrived”

When the spaceship was fixed you went to the “The Garden”, the hope to return all to the normality was vanished when Thanos said that the stones were reduced to atoms, finally, Thor finished the enemy.

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Guerra y mentiras

Pareja: Steve x Lectora

Número de palabras: 3057 palabras.

Sinopsis: Cinco años habían pasado desde el Chasquido, ¿lograron arreglar las cosas o tuvieron más problemas? ¿Steve te mintió todo este tiempo?

Advertencias: Quizás muy triste.

N/A: Tu poder es la telequinesis y eres mutante.

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Habían pasado dos meses desde ese viaje, estabas sentada en una de las bancas que estaban en el jardín de la base, no dejabas de pensar en todo lo que había pasado en tu vida.

Wanda, Pietro y tú se habían conocido desde que eran niños cuando sus familias escapaban de los Servicios Centinelas, luego ellos perdieron a sus padres por la explosión y tú perdiste a los tuyos a manos de los Centinelas, después los mellizos con engaños se unieron a HYDRA, los Centinelas y los Purificadores te persiguieron durante unos cuantos años hasta que Fury te encontró, posteriormente conociste a Steve y te reencontraste con los mellizos pero ahora prácticamente habías perdido casi todo…si llegabas a perder Steve creías que te volverías loca.

— ¿Estás bien?—preguntó Natasha sentándose a tu lado.

—Sí, únicamente pensaba en mi vida—respondiste.

—En un mes es tu boda, creí que ustedes y Stark la harían juntos—comentó.

—Es Stark, no quiere que nadie le quite el protagonismo—contestaste.

—Tienes razón, ¿crees que haces lo correcto?—preguntó Nat.

— ¿A qué te refieres?—cuestionaste confundida.

—No lo sé, a todo, este tiempo que ha pasado ha sido tan confuso—dijo la rusa.

—Lo sé, pero creo que al fin voy a hacer algo bien en mi vida, ¿por qué lo preguntas?—señalaste.

—Sólo quiero que seas feliz, te lo mereces—murmuró Nat.

—Lo soy, Steve me hace feliz.

— ¿No irás a la boda de Stark?—te preguntó

—No, no estoy de humor aún tengo que arreglar varias cosas de mi boda, pero si quieres acompaña Steve para que no vaya solo—sugeriste

—Mejor me quedo ayudarte—se ofreció

El mes pasó muy rápido, Steve y tú tuvieron una ceremonia sencilla invitaron a los pocos que quedaban, sin embargo Rhodes y Stark no asistieron, aunque no le dieron mucha importancia a ese hecho, disfrutaron dentro de lo que cabía el evento sigue sintiendo que les faltaban sus mejores amigos.

Habían pasado cinco años desde el Chasquido; Banner había desaparecido un tiempo; Stark llevaba una vida pacífica en las afueras de la ciudad con su familia, de Clint tenía noticias ocasionales y ninguna era buena, Steve se había convertido en un consejero de un grupo de ayuda a las personas para que pudiesen superar el Chasquido y continuar con sus vidas; mientras que Natasha y tu intentaban mantener las cosas en orden con ayuda del resto.

El último mes te había sentido muy cansada, los olores te molestaban demasiado, la comida te sabía diferente, checaste el calendario, comenzaste a sospechar por lo que decidiste ir a la farmacia y compraste dos pruebas de embarazo, Steve aún regresaba, de hecho te había dicho que volvería hasta en la noche.

Te encerraste en el baño, seguiste las instrucciones de las pruebas, el tiempo que esperaste te pareció eterno, sin embargo las lágrimas se anegaron en tus ojos al ver el resultado, después de tantos años que lo habían intentado finalmente era positivo.

Te las ingeniaste para cocinar algo especial para la cena y darle la noticia tu esposo.

—Ya llegué—te dijo Steve cuando entró.

— ¿Cómo estuvo tu día?—preguntaste tratando de calmar tus nervios.

—Bien, ya sabes lo usual... ¿olvidé una fecha especial?—cuestionó deteniéndose al ver la mesa arreglada.

—No, simplemente se me ocurrió que era una buena idea—te excusaste.

Cenaron mientras platicaban banalidades, aunque Steve seguía creyendo que había olvidado alguna fecha.

—Dime la verdad, ¿a qué se debe esta cena?—preguntó mientras continuaba tratando de recodar.

—Estoy embarazada—soltaste finalmente.

Steve te vio como le hubieras dado la peor noticia de su vida o visto un fantasma, en vez de hablar, tomó su vaso y bebió un poco del contenido, incluso te pareció que se había puesto pálido.

— ¿Steve? Di algo, ¿acaso no estás feliz?—los nervios comenzaban a apoderarse de ti de nuevo.

—Realmente me sorprendiste, este es el momento más feliz de mi vida—dijo.

Aunque te pareció poco convincente su reacción, se levantó, te besó y abrazó.

— ¿Le has dicho a alguien más?—te preguntó de pronto.

—No, pero estaba pensando en hablarle a Nat—respondiste.

A pesar de que no considerabas a Natasha como tu mejor amiga –nadie le quitaría ese lugar a Wanda– si había sido un gran apoyo en esos años y la única amiga a la que podías recurrir siempre que lo necesitaras sin importar el día, la hora o las circunstancias.

—No, mantengámoslo en secreto—te pidió.

— ¿Por qué?—cuestionaste sorprendida.

—No quiero que nada malo pase, por favor—puso los ojos de cachorro que siempre te convencían.

Terminaste cediendo a su petición, los días siguientes empezó a comportarse un tanto raro contigo. Había pasado una semana desde que le diste la noticia ahora estabas con Romanoff, necesitabas sentir un poco más de apoyo por lo que estabas pensando en darle la noticia también a ella, sin importar lo que te había pedido tu esposo.

— ¿Nunca te pasado que esperas con la que una persona se alegre mucho cuando le das una noticia importante y simplemente no reacciona como esperabas?—preguntaste de repente.

—No, ¿pasó algo entre Rogers y tú?—inquirió.

—Es que...—empezaste a decir.

Fueron interrumpidas por los otros para tener una conferencia y ponerse al tanto de los hechos que habían ocurrido hasta el momento, intentaste consolar a Nat después de que Rhodes le informara los acontecimientos más recientes ocurridos con Barton.

—Lo siento, lo siento tanto, ya ni siquiera dejé que terminaras de decirme—se disculpó.

En ese momento escucharon que Steve llegó, decidiste no decirle nada más a Nat, a los pocos minutos Scott apareció en la puerta.

No entendían lo que pasaba se suponía que Scott había sido una de las víctimas del Chasquido; por un momento tuviste la esperanza de que todo se había arreglado de alguna manera misteriosa pero a final de cuentas arreglado, pero en cuanto les explicó lo que le había pasado, te dieron ganas de llorar aunque quizás si había una forma de traer a todos de vuelta,

Fueron con Stark quién es negó la ayuda en primer instancia, luego fueron con Banner -ahora Profesor Hulk- en un principio fue difícil entablar conversación ya que ahora era popular pero finalmente aceptó el reto.

—Creo que es mejor que te quedes aquí, en casa—te dijo Steve.

— Steve, yo quiero ayudar—contestaste.

—Tienes que proteger a nuestro bebé, yo me encargaré de todo resulte, te lo prometo—aseguró poniendo una mano en tu vientre aún plano y dándote un beso en la frente.

No estabas muy convencida, sin embargo tu esposo tenía la razón, nadie sabía qué tan peligroso podría volverse lo que intentaban hacer y no querías poner en peligro a tu bebé.

Todo ese tiempo que pasaba te sentías sola en la casa, Steve únicamente te contestaba con un mensaje en la noche o si tenías suerte recibías una llamada de él, en cambio tenías más comunicación con Natasha, quien te mantenía al tanto de lo ocurrido, pero seguía sin decirle de tu estado, después te enterarías que Steve había justificado tu ausencia con que te habías enfermado.

Extrañas demasiado Steve aunque no habían pasado más de dos semanas, la única vez que se te ocurrió irlo a visitar te regaño y te prohibió regresar; él no quería que resultaras lastimada de uno de los tantos experimentos si no salía bien.

Estabas acostada en la cama en tus manos tenías el collar que tu mamá te había dado el día anterior a su muerte, dicho collar tenía una piedra muy especial, no le dio tiempo de explicarte su funcionamiento por lo que nunca habías logrado entender bien cómo funcionaba.

Tiempo antes de que ella muriera habían intentado regresar a la vida a los padres de los mellizos, pero no funcionó, lo mismo trataste de hacer con tus padres sin éxito, finalmente muchos años después, cuando ocurrió lo de Sokovia, lo intentaron con Pietro y funcionó, nunca le dijeron a nadie lo que habían hecho, porque se habían colado a escondidas hasta donde estaba el cuerpo de él, finalmente los tres acordaron mantener el secreto lo que había pasado y obviamente el hecho de que Pietro estaba vivo, ya que no sabían bien si se meterían en problemas, habían entendido que un objeto así sería muy codiciado tanto para los buenos como para los malos y ya tenían suficientes problemas en aquel momento.

Aunque ahora que lo pensabas quizás no había servido de nada ya que ambos habían desaparecido con el Chasquido; estaba segura de que no estaban muertos porque los habías intentado traer de vuelta sin éxito, pero eso no evitara que internamente desearas tener aunque fuera uno de ellos contigo para no sentirte tan sola, a final de cuentas eran parte de tu familia.

Un día escuchaste que las personas habían empezado a regresar y que aparentemente una pelea en la base, llena de esperanza fuiste hasta el lugar, necesitabas saber que era lo que había ocurrido.

— Steve—lo llamaste cuando lo viste.

— ¿Qu�� haces aquí?—cuestionó al verte a la vez que trataba de esconder la herida de su brazo.

— Escuché lo que pasó y me preocupé—justificaste.

—Pero T/N te...

— ¡T/N!—gritó Wanda interrumpiéndolo.

Ignoraste a tu esposo y te acercaste a tu amiga, se abrazaron, había pasado tanto tiempo, necesitabas comprobar que no era un sueño.

“¿Pietro está aquí?” le preguntaste mentalmente.

“No, costó mucho trabajo pero logré convencerlo de que no viniera para que no nos descubrieran” te contestó.

Fueron lugar aparte donde nadie las pudiera escuchar y lejos de la vista de todos.

— ¿Qué es lo que pasó?—le preguntaste.

—Es algo complicado, pero cuéntame qué ha ocurrido en este tiempo—respondió.

—También es complicado, ya tendremos tiempo—dijiste.

Ella asintió, tomó tus manos y respiro hondo antes de hablar.

—Sé que no te agrada, es más a mí tampoco ni a mi hermano pero como consecuencia de todo esto Stark murió crees que podrías…—te pidió.

—Podemos intentarlo pero no sé si funcionará, ya sabes que no siempre funciona—explicaste.

Stark seguía sin agradarte pero tenía una familiar, así que creías que tenía derecho a disfrutarla como tú ibas a intentar hacerlo con la que estabas formando.

—Hay que intentarlo—dijo.

Se colaron cuando nadie las veía, vieron el cuerpo inerte de Tony, apretaste la gema del collar con tu manos, seguías sin tener claro cómo funcionaba pero creías que si realmente lo deseabas podía funcionar, vieron como la mano de Tony empezaba a moverse, se escondieron de inmediato, no querían dar explicaciones.

— ¿Qué diablos?—dijo Tony sentándose en la superficie.

Wanda y tú se fueron de inmediato, fueron hasta la casa de Tony, necesitaban saber que iban a hacer, te reuniste de nuevo con Steve.

— ¿Y Natasha?—le preguntaste.

Él negó con la cabeza y sentiste como si una cubetada de agua fría, fuiste caminando hasta el lago, no sabías si funcionaría porque no tenías un cuerpo, pero eso no iba a evitar que lo intentaras, apretaste de nuevo la gema, unas horas después apareció Natasha tocando la puerta, nadie entendía lo que había pasado pero estaban felices de que hubieran regresado.

En los siguientes días el comportamiento de Steve contigo cambió demasiado, parecía muy distante, te preguntabas si algo había pasado en lo que habían intentado, le preguntaste a Natasha pero no sabía nada porque no estuvo con tu esposo.

Ibas caminando por el pasillo cuando alcanzaste a escuchar un poco de una conversación que te puso a reflexionar.

—Tuvimos que ir al campamento en 1970—dijo Tony a alguien.

—Yo regresaré las gemas—indicó Steve.

—Rogers no estarás pensando…—advirtió Tony.

Había una pequeña posibilidad de que hubiera sucedido lo que temías, inmediatamente fuiste con Wanda.

—Necesito que leas la mente de Steve por favor—le pediste.

— ¿Para qué?—preguntó Wanda.

—Sospecho algo pero necesito comprobarlo, por favor eres mi única oportunidad—suplicaste.

Eso hizo tu amiga, leyó la mente de tu esposo, luego de eso no te quería decir lo que descubrió porque no quería que salieras lastimada.

—Por favor Wanda, necesito saber qué es lo que pasó—suplicaste.

—No creo que sea buena idea—respondió nerviosa.

—Wanda estoy esperando un bebé de él, necesito saber qué diablos pasó cuando fue al pasado—explicaste.

— ¿Voy a ser tía?—preguntó sorprendida.

—Sí, él insistió en que lo mantuviéramos en secreto—continuaste.

Wanda suspiró, no tenía otra opción, te contó todo lo que vio, las lágrimas caían por tus mejillas, algo estaba mal.

—Creo que si no logro resolver esto, tendremos que volver a huir como hace muchos años—le dijiste antes de irte.

En cuanto llegaste a donde vivían Steve y tú, fuiste directo a la recámara, revolviste los cajones hasta que encontraste lo que buscabas, la brújula, tus manos temblaron cuando la tuviste en tus manos, la abriste y viste la foto de Peggy, él te había dicho hace tiempo que había cambiado esa foto por una tuya pero fue mentira.

— ¿Por qué husmeas en mis cosas?—preguntó Steve provocando que te sobresaltaras.

— ¿Por qué no me dijiste que viste a Carter en el viaje al pasado?—atacaste.

—Yo…—Steve no sabía que decir.

—Steve confíe en ti, hice muchas cosas por ti, te amaba—lo interrumpiste— ¿Por qué veías a Sharon Carter después del problema con Stark y las autoridades?

Si, Wanda también te había contado eso y parecía que no había sido para hablar, sino que había pasado algo más. Sin contar que en lo que estuviste buscando la brújula habías encontrado otras cosas relacionadas con las Carter que ahora parecían demasiado incriminatorias. Al hacer las conjeturas todo cobraba sentido, lo único que seguía haciendo que tuvieses dudas era los motivos por lo que había hecho.

—Ella simplemente me informaba las cosas que pasaban—se defendió.

— ¡Mentira! Simplemente no querías estar solo en esta época, ¿o no?, se te hizo fácil jugar con los sentimientos de alguien por tanto tiempo, creiste que nunca iba a saber la verdad—expusiste finalmente

—Yo no te estoy mintiendo—dijo con voz temblorosa.

—Pasó algo entre ella y tú—afirmaste.

—No, nada, simplemente me ayudaba—parecía que la confianza se estaba yendo de su voz.

—Por una vez en tu vida no mientas, dime la verdad—

— ¿Por qué dices esas cosas? ¿Acaso no confías en mí?—preguntó alterándose.

—Responde mis preguntas, lo sé todo, me enteré de todo—soltaste.

—La próxima semana seré el encargado de regresar las gemas a donde pertenecen—te informó.

—Te irás con ella ¿verdad?—cuestionaste, él se quedó callado— ¿Alguna vez realmente me amaste?—sentías como se quebraba tu voz.

—Sabes que te amo—dijo tratando de calmar las cosas.

—No es cierto, cambiaste demasiado tu forma de ser conmigo—señalaste de manera cortante.

—Simplemente me tomaste por sorpresa—se defendió.

—Mentira, por eso no querías que nadie se enterara—dijiste.

—Me trajo buenos recuerdos eso fue todo—se excusó.

— ¿Tan siquiera te importo? ¿O te importa nuestro bebé?—cuestionaste.

—Claro, ustedes son los únicos que me importan, es lo único que tengo—te respondió.

—No entiendo entonces por qué te vas ni los motivos por lo que hiciste lo que hiciste—indicaste.

—Ya te dije, me hizo revivir buenos recuerdos—se defendió.

— ¿Entonces te vas a quedar con nosotros?—preguntaste.

—Alguien tiene que regresar las gemas—expuso.

—Puede ir Nat o Bucky o Wanda o Sam, hay muchas opciones—sugeriste.

—Tengo que hacerlo yo—afirmó.

— ¿Por qué? Me estás mintiendo te vas a quedar con Carter en el pasado…

—Lo siento…—dijo antes de salir y dejarte ahí sola.

Sentías que tus piernas en cualquier momento iban a dejar de sostenerte, todo había sido una mentira y Steve nunca había podido olvidar a Carter, Wanda en ningún momento te mintió con lo que te dijo que vio, ahora sospechabas que aquellas fotos que Ross te había enseñado muchos años atrás eran verdad, tomaste el portarretratos que contenía la primer foto que se habían tomado como novios y lo aventaste provocando que se quebrara, esperabas abrir los ojos en cualquier momento y que todo resultara ser un mal sueño, que él estuviera dormido a tu lado, pero no fue así.

Perdiste la noción de cuánto tiempo estuviste acostada, te levantaste, bajaste, Steve no estaba en la casa, saliste del lugar, no supiste como pero llegaste hasta el departamento donde vivía Pietro, por suerte también estaba Wanda.

—T/N, ¿qué pasó?—preguntó Pietro en cuanto te vio en la entrada llorando.

—Se va a ir con ella—respondiste lanzándote a los brazos de Wanda.

— ¿Quién? ¿Con quién?—cuestionó Pietro confundido

—C-Carter—dijiste de forma entrecortada.

— ¿Qué? ¿Y el bebé?—preguntó Wanda.

— ¿Qué? ¿Cuál bebé? ¿Qué pasa? No entiendo nada—Pietro se sentía muy confundido.

—No le importo, nunca me amó—dijiste.

— ¿De qué hablan?—preguntó de nuevo Pietro.

— ¿No le has dicho?—te cuestionó Wanda, negaste con la cabeza—En este tiempo T/N y Rogers se casaron, ella está embarazada—le explicó a su mellizo.

Pietro frunció los labios y cerró los puños, ya había entendido lo que pasaba, Wanda le había contado antes de que T/N llegara como habían solucionado todo, no iba a permitir que abandonaran a su amiga.

—Voy a matarlo—murmuró entre dientes muy enojado.

—Pietro no—ordenó Wanda.

—No voy a dejar que nadie la lastime—dijo levantándose.

—Nadie sabe que estás vivo, en vez de ayúdanos, nos vas a meter en un problema, T/N nos necesita—respondió Wanda.

— ¿Qué vamos a hacer?—inquirió Pietro sentándose de nuevo.

—Voy a pedir el divorcio—respondiste tajantemente.

— ¿Y si no se va?—preguntó Wanda.

—Solo hay una forma de comprobarlo—dijiste.

— ¿Sabes cuándo será?—indagó Pietro.

—La próxima semana—era lo único que sabias.

Wanda fue a la base para obtener la fecha exacta, no sería difícil, fingió no saber nada cuando Steve le preguntó por ti, Natasha también preguntó pero no le dijo nada, mientras tú dejabas los papeles firmados del divorcio, si Steve no se iba los esconderías y tomaste unas cuantas cosas que considerabas importantes para ti, estabas segura que Steve no se daría cuenta que faltaban.

Los siguientes días fueron difíciles, te la pasabas llorando, nunca habías creído que volverías a sentir tal magnitud de dolor en tu vida, los mellizos hacían lo que podían para animarte, de hecho hasta te obligaban a comer sin importarles que te llegases a negar.

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Amor y mentiras

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Sinopsis: ¿Cuál será la decisión final de Steve? ¿Cómo afectará?

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El día decisivo llegó, finalmente sabrías si Steve te había elegido o si en realidad iba a irse con Peggy. Tenías el presentimiento de que el resultado iba a ser doloroso para ti.

Pietro se quedó esperándolas en el departamento aunque les costó mucho trabajo convencerlo, Wanda y tú fueron hasta la cabaña, ahí era donde habían puesto todo lo que necesitaban, se habían escondido en el follaje, lograban ver a Sam, a Bucky, a Bruce y a Steve, sentías como tu corazón latía con una rapidez exagerada, los nervios crecían en ti en cada instante.

— ¿Estás lista?—te preguntó Wanda.

—No realmente, pero no tengo muchas opciones—respondiste.

Los segundos siguieron pasando, internamente esperabas que se hubiese arrepentido de su decisión, volviera con ustedes y así pudieran ser la familia que siempre habían prometido.

Podías asegurar que escuchaste como se rompió tu corazón cuando lo viste, había regresado sí, pero como un anciano, eso significaba solamente un cosa…había preferido tener una vida y formar una familia con Peggy que contigo.

Cuando lo viste cerraste los ojos lo más fuerte que pudiste para evitar que las lágrimas salieran, sentías el estómago revuelto, inclusive sentías un sabor amargo en tu boca, por un momento deseaste haber muerto cuando se enfrentaron contra el Soldado del Invierno, te arrepentías de haberte enamorado de Steve, mordiste tu labio con fuerza para evitar gritar, respiraste profundo.

—Es hora de irnos, ya no tenemos nada que hacer aquí, no pertenecemos a este lugar—le informaste a Wanda.

Ella asintió, ambas habían perdido más de lo que creían ahora solo se tenían los tres como en el pasado, pero esta vez los mellizos se iban a asegurar de no cometer algún error, ni siquiera les importaba si los demás las habían buscado en esos días.

Consiguieron un pequeño departamento para que los tres vivieran, no creían que donde Pietro estaba fuese seguro ya que no sabían si alguien los había llegado a seguir o tan siquiera ver por ahí, necesitaban un lugar un poco más lejano y que pasara más desapercibido, obviamente no querían que los demás los encontraran, no querías volver a ver a Steve en tu vida ni que estuviera cerca de tu bebé, él tomó una decisión en la que claramente no le habías importado y tú ya habías tomado la tuya.

Pietro y Wanda habían conseguido colarse al asilo donde ahora vivía Steve, con sus poderes Wanda lo obligó a firmar los papeles del divorcio, después de que él se hubiese negado, luego ella le hizo olvidar que estuvieron ahí.

Fue algo difícil debido a que siempre tenía a alguno de los antiguos compañeros visitándolo, especialmente a Bucky y a Sam, debieron encontrar el momento ideal donde estuviese solo y nadie los descubriera, en primera porque nadie sabía acerca de Pietro, en segunda porque iban a preguntarles de tu ubicación.

No podías negar que te había dolido no decirle nada de lo que había pasado a Natasha, a final de cuentas en esos años se habían vuelto amigas, era alguien en quien confiabas y te había apoyado, aunque no estabas segura si con la decisión que ahora habías tomado y todo lo que había pasado en los últimos días, te apoyaría a ti o apoyaría a Steve, casi podrías decir que lo apoyaría a él debido a que tenían más tiempo siendo amigos que tú y ella; así que probablemente lo mejor era no contactarla, quizás no volver a contactar a ninguno de ellos nunca más en la vida.

Después de que los mellizos volvieron con los papeles firmados y los entregaron quedado así oficialmente divorciada te sentías un poco más libre, habías decidido tener al bebé, olvidarías todo lo que había sucedido con los Vengadores, ahora era feliz con la familia que tenías.

Habían llegado en pensar en planes por si los amigos de Steve querían convencerlos de que Steve viera al bebé o en el peor de los casos quitárselos, simplemente no lo iban a permitir, así tuvieran que irse al fin del mundo.

Tenían un pequeño negocio de repostería, todo lo cocinaban en su apartamento y los vecinos siempre iban a comprar o a hacerles pedidos, quizás no ganaban mucho dinero pero si lo suficiente para tener una vida modesta y poder cubrir los gastos que pudiesen surgir con el bebé.

Un día Wanda y tú fueron a comprar los insumos que necesitaban para su negocio y algunas cosas para el bebé, Pietro se había quedado por si llegaban más pedidos, sin contar que le dijeron que querían que fuese una salida de chicas.

Sin embargo no contaban con encontrarse de frente a Sam, Tony y Natasha en el centro comercial, los dos primeros parecían molestos cuando te vieron, no más bien cuando vieron tu panza de casi cinco meses.

—No puedo creer que olvidaras a Steve tan rápido—dijo Tony.

—Parecía que eras una buena chica, tan rápido conseguiste a otro—comentó Sam.

—No quisiste apoyarlo con su decisión, ¿por eso huiste no? —se burló Stark.

—Tampoco puedo creer que la apoyes Maximoff—se quejó Sam.

Siguieron diciéndote cosas para herirte, con excepción de Natasha, quien parecía consternada ante tu estado como si no pudiese procesar exactamente lo que estaba pasado, habías dejado de escucharlos, reaccionaste cuando viste que Wanda iba a defenderte.

—No vale la pena—le dijiste.

“Creo que no saben lo que realmente pasó” le dijiste mentalmente.

Wanda te vio, si eso era cierto, entonces la manera en la que se estaban comportando los otros tenía sentido, las dos optaron por irse cuidando que no las siguieran, realmente no valía la pena, a final de cuentas Steve ni siquiera les había contado la verdad, ¿si se llegaran a enterar seguirían defendiéndolo y queriéndolo como hasta ahora?

En cuanto llegaron al departamento le contaron lo sucedido a Pietro.

— ¿En verdad lo defendieron?—preguntó inverosímil Pietro

—Si no les contó la verdad, pueden pensar que nosotras simplemente huimos—continúo Wanda.

—No saben de la existencia del bebé—puntualizaste.

—Parece que no—aseveró Wanda.

—Iré a aclarar las cosas, esto no se puede quedar así—dijo Pietro con mucha seguridad.

—Pietro no saben de ti, te recuerdo que es nuestro secreto—le recordó su melliza.

—Pero…

—Quizás lo mejor es estar atentos por si tenemos que ejecutar alguno de nuestros planes—dijiste.

Unos días después, Pietro había ido a entregar unos pedidos, mientras tanto Wanda y tú estaban decorando unas galletas de otro pedido, en los últimos días habían tenido varios y decidieron dejar un poco de lado el tema del encuentro. Platicaban acerca de cómo decorar la habitación del bebé cuando alguien tocó el timbre.

—Quizás es la señora Dane que viene por las galletas, ya están en su empaque—dijiste mientras seguías decorando.

—No, creo que es mejor que no abramos—respondió Wanda tratando de no mostrarse nerviosa.

Viste a tu amiga, la conocías a la perfección y sabias que te ocultaba algo, por un momento temiste que fuera Steve quien estuviera llamando a la puerta, aunque si era él no lo ibas a escuchar, no había ningún poder ni humano ni sobrehumano que te hiciera regresar con él ni tenerlo cerca, aunque si era alguien más quizás podrían contarle su versión y dejarles en claro que no querían tener nada que ver con ellos.

— ¿Quién es?—preguntaste finalmente.

—Romanoff—murmuró.

En los últimos cinco años ella había sido lo más cercano a una amiga que tuviste, te había apoyado en todo, internamente sabías que le debías una explicación así que te levantaste y fuiste a abrir la puerta.

—Hola, ¿puedo pasar?—te saludo.

Te hiciste a un lado para que entrara, sinceramente creiste que iba a empezar a gritarte y reclamarte en cuanto te viera, pero no, estaba demasiado tranquila.

— ¿Qué necesitas?—cuestionaste.

— ¿Se encuentra tu esposo?—te preguntó nerviosa hasta se podría decir que con dolor.

Reíste, ni siquiera después del encuentro con los otros que tuvieron unos días atrás Steve les había atrevido a decirles la verdad, la pregunta ahora era si Natasha te iba a creer.

—No tengo—respondiste.

—Entonces ese bebé…—empezó a decir.

—Es de Rogers—afirmó Wanda asomándose.

Se había puesto nerviosa al no escuchar ningún ruido y temió que algo te hubiera pasado o te hubieran llevado a la fuerza.

— ¿Por qué no le dijiste? Él tiene derecho de…—sonaba muy confundida.

—No le importó, ¿por qué crees que me quedé cuando hicieron ese viaje por el tiempo?, él lo sabía y no le importó de todas formas—aclaraste.

— ¿Entonces no estabas enferma?—preguntó incrédula.

—No, él me dijo que no quería que nada malo le pasara a mi bebé—contestaste.

— ¿Por qué no me habías dicho?—indagó, ahora sonaba ¿dolida?

—Estuve a punto de decírtelo, ¿recuerdas el día que los otros interrumpieron nuestra plática?—comenzaste a relatar.

—Sí y luego llegó Rogers y al final apareció Scott—afirmó Nat.

—Antes de todo eso te lo iba a decir simplemente no hubo oportunidad—dijiste apenada.

— ¿Y después de todo lo que ocurrió?—cuestionó la espía.

—Pasó lo que pasó con las gemas y bueno de alguna manera regresaste—respondiste.

No podías decirle lo del collar, ya tenían los problemas suficientes y tampoco querías que te quitaran uno de los pocos recuerdos que tenías de tu madre.

—Y luego descubrí que él no me amaba y que se iba a ir—continuaste.

—Por eso te fuiste, ¿por qué no me dijiste?—preguntó.

— ¿Me hubieras creído?, si decía algo probablemente nadie hubiera dudado del correcto, incorruptible e intachable Capitán América, nunca ha mencionado nada acerca de la vida tan maravillosa que seguramente tuvo cuando regreso a dejar las gemas—dijiste de forma burlona.

—No, le hemos preguntado cientos de veces lo que pasó pero nunca quiere decir nada acerca de ese viaje—te aclaró.

— ¿Mencionó algo acerca de la pelea que tuvimos antes de que se fuera o de mi bebé?—inquiriste.

—T/N—advirtió Wanda.

—Wanda, necesito saber que tanto ha mentido para saber si debo temer algo—le contestaste a tu amiga.

—Ni siquiera sabía que habían peleado, simplemente dijo que te fuiste—respondió Natasha.

— ¿Sabes si alguna vez vio a Sharon Carter en esos dos años que todos estuvimos separados?—indagaste.

—Sí pero decía que era para informarse de la situación y ponernos al tanto de lo que pasaba—indicó Natasha.

—Hmm tal parece que no era lo único que hacía—comentó Wanda.

Asentiste lentamente, Natasha estaba estupefacta, nada parecía por un momento tener sentido, tampoco la forma de actuar de Steve parecía propia de él.

—No entiendo entonces porque insistía tanto en querer regresar a buscarte—dijo Nat de pronto.

—Quizás no quería estar solo, a nadie le gusta la soledad—comentaste.

—Lo que hizo es muy cruel, es difícil de creer, ¿sales con alguien?—preguntó.

—No, no creo sentirme preparada para salir con alguien en un buen tiempo aparte hay alguien más importante que me necesita—confesaste.

—Pero T/N no está sola, tiene una familia para la que ella es importante—indicó Wanda.

Esbozaste una pequeña sonrisa, eso era verdad.

— ¿Ya sabes qué es?—preguntó Nat viendo tu vientre.

—Es una niña—respondiste.

—Voy a buscar la forma de ayudarlas—aseguró.

—Nat, no es necesario, nos la hemos arreglado muy bien—rechazaste.

—Déjame ayudarte, esta pequeña se merece todo—pidió.

Natasha tocó tu vientre, sonrió cuando sintió unas patadas, finalmente lo había decidido, si Steve no se iba a hacer cargo, ella lo haría.

“¿Se lo decimos?” le preguntaste mentalmente a Wanda.

“Si nos va a ayudar, tarde o temprano lo va a descubrir, no tenemos muchas opciones” te dijo de la misma manera.

“Simplemente no hay que mencionar el collar” indicaste.

—Nat…hay algo más que debemos decirte—empezaste a decir.

— ¿Más sorpresas?—cuestionó abriendo los ojos lo más grande que pudo.

—Pietro está vivo—informó Wanda casi como si fuera una sola palabra.

— ¿Qué? ¿Cómo es eso posible?—preguntó completamente sorprendida.

—No lo tenemos muy claro, probablemente pasó lo mismo que con Stark o contigo, no lo sabemos—explicaste.

— ¿Dónde está? ¿Dónde estuvo todos estos años?—indagó.

—Vive con nosotras, ahorita salió a comprar lo que necesitábamos—dijo Wanda.

— ¿No les molesta si vengo más seguido? Estoy preocupada por ti y por la bebé—pidió Nat.

—Puedes venir cuando quieras—le aseguraste con una sonrisa.

Después de ese encuentro, Wanda no dejaba que salieras más que para las revisiones médicas, temía que alguien tratara de dañarte. Natasha prácticamente a diario y te llevaba cosas que creía que podían ser de utilidad, no quería preguntarle a Clint para evitar levantar sospechas.Habías sido el tema principal de conversación por tercera vez esa semana en la base, Natasha ya se había hartado, nunca te lo había dicho porque sabía de tus sentimientos por Steve y quería que fueras feliz, pero ella estaba enamorada de ti y lo que decían de ti la enfurecía.

—Deberían callarse si no saben la verdad—dijo enojada.

— ¿La vas a defender después de todo lo que hizo?—preguntó Sam.

—No hizo nada malo, están culpando a la persona equivocada—refutó Nat.

—Entonces cómo explicas que T/N va a tener un bebé—intervino Bucky.

—Es de Steve, él lo sabía, pero no le importó y se largó a tener una vida feliz con Carter, abandonó a su esposa y a su hija no nata—explicó finalmente.

Nadie se esperaba eso; todos estaban boquiabiertos, Steve nunca había mencionado nada acerca que T/N estuviera embarazada, ni siquiera de lo que había pasado.

— ¿Nunca les dijo? T/N me contó toda la verdad, por eso se fue, Wanda la está protegiendo, ellas son las que nos necesitan, no Steve—dijo Nat casi gritando.

No mencionó a Pietro, suponía que si no habían dicho nada acerca de que estaba vivo era por una muy buena razón.

— ¿Sabes dónde podemos encontrarlas?—preguntó Bucky.

Se pusieron de acuerdo, si no querías ver a Steve no lo harías, Tony arregló todo para darles un departamento mucho mejor que en el que Vivian, también tendrías una mejor atención médica y todo lo que pudieran necesitar, Natasha tenía razón, quien necesitaba todo el apoyo eras tú y no Steve, no entendían los motivos por los que mantuvo ocultó lo que había pasado.

Bucky estaba exageradamente molesto con Steve, ese no era el amigo que conocía, por lo tanto dejó de visitarlo en el asilo.

Tocaron a tu puerta, creíste que Wanda había olvidado las llaves, cuando abriste la puerta y viste quienes estaban ahí, trataste de volver a cerrarla, esta vez no ibas a permitir que te quitaran tu tranquilidad.

—No, T/N queremos hablar—dijo Tony.

—No quiero escucharlos—respondiste mientras seguías tratando de cerrar la puerta.

—No, espera, sabemos la verdad, déjanos ayudarte—dijo Sam.

—No me pueden ayudar, ni quiero nada de ustedes—señalaste.

—Si podemos, por favor, no están solas, Natasha nos dijo todo, por favor—pidió Bucky.

Sabías que no se iban a ir, decidiste dejarlos pasar y escucharlos, te pidieron disculpas por todo lo que había pasado, te dieron una propuesta, la cual sonaba muy bien, de hecho ni siquiera ibas a tener que ver a Steve, ellos ahora sabían todo lo que había pasado, a decir verdad estabas muy preocupada por si algo malo te llegaba a pasar cuando naciera tu bebé, tampoco te agradaba la idea de huir, eso prácticamente lo habías hecho toda tu vida, no querías lo mismo para la pequeña, lo que ellos te ofrecían era más estable.

Cuando Wanda llegó casi los corrió hasta que le explicaste lo que pasaba, al final aceptaron la propuesta, también les dijeron lo de Pietro, aunque básicamente su explicación fue la misma que le dieron a Natasha.

Estaban más cómodos en el nuevo departamento, sin contar que Natasha se había encargado completamente de la decoración de la habitación de la bebé y se la pasaba casi todo el tiempo contigo, de alguna manera ahora te sentías más tranquila y feliz.

Los demás dejaron paulatinamente de ir a visitar a Steve, en un principio intentaron obtener la información, simplemente para corroborar y hacerle entender el daño que había hecho pero Steve se mostraba reacio a hablar, por lo que no tuvieron más opción que dejar de visitarlo, si a él no le importaba la familia que había dejado a los demás si y no iban a permitir que nadie te dañara ni a ti ni a la pequeña.

Natasha y Wanda estuvieron durante el parto contigo, el cual no tuvo complicaciones.

Meses después Natasha finalmente te confesó sus sentimientos, la correspondiste, ella también era una excelente madre para la pequeña y nunca te iba a traicionar.

El resto aceptó muy bien su relación, a final de cuentas los demás querían que fueran felices después de todas las cosas que habían acontecido.

No sabían aun si le dirían todo lo que había pasado a la pequeña pero eso lo discutirían cuando fuera el momento.

Steve no sabía nada de lo que había pasado ni había preguntado por ustedes, era como si nunca hubieran existido para él, después de casi cuatro años se había cansado de que todos pusieran pretextos para no irlo a ver, se dirigió hacia la base, sin embargo se detuvo en un parque, donde vio a una niña, por alguna razón se le hacía conocida, se sentó en una de las bancas más alejadas para observarla, después de un rato te vio y entendió todo, esa niña era su hija, ahora todo empezaba a tener sentido, te había logrado encontrar, se habían enterado de toda la verdad.

— ¿Ya viste todo lo que te estás perdiendo?—le preguntó alguien.

Él volteó y vio a Natasha, entonces supuso que había sido ella quien había descubierto todo lo que había pasado.

—Por eso dejaron de visitarme, ¿verdad?—dijo Steve.

—Te lo ganaste a pulso Rogers, ahora ya es muy tarde, perdiste una hermosa oportunidad, pudiste tener lo que siempre deseaste, pero ahora T/N es mía y junto con la niña somos una familia—le respondió Nat.

Él la miró sorprendido, nunca lo hubiera imaginado, el celular de Natasha empezó a sonar, eras tú, le llamabas porque ella ya se había tardado en llegar y la pequeña ya quería ver a su otra mamá.

Fue entonces cuando Steve se dio cuenta del gran error que cometió, ese error que ahora pagaba estando solo el resto de su vida y esta vez realmente no había ninguna manera de arreglarlo.

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Guerra y amor

Pareja: Steve x Lectora

Número de palabras: 3066 palabras.

Sinopsis: Thanos logró si objetivo, ¿podrán arreglar las cosas? ¿qué pasará con la relación de T/N y Steve?

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Los que quedaban en Wakanda se reunieron en un punto, nadie sabía qué hacer, tenían que ver si había afectado a todo el planeta o únicamente a los que se encontraban ahí, para eso debían regresar a la base; así que eso hicieron.

Se encontraban en la sala de juntas de la base, estaban viendo las noticias, eran desalentadoras, había afectado a todo el planeta, no sabían si también al universo tal y como había dicho Thanos, ni siquiera estaban seguros quienes realmente habían desaparecido con el Chasquido, ni cómo explicar lo que había pasado, empezaron a discutir sobre que debían hacer, unos decían que ir tras Thanos y obligarlo a deshacer el Chasquido, otros que había que buscar la manera de obtener otras gemas y otro guantelete para revertir todo, otros pensaban que era mejor acabar con Thanos sin miramientos, pero todo se empezó a salir de control cuando empezaron a buscar de quien había sido la culpa que su enemigo saliera vencedor.

— ¿Qué deberíamos hacer?—preguntó Natasha tratando de calmar la discusión

—Tenemos que encontrarlo y acabar con él—dijo tajantemente Thor.

—No, tenemos que trazar un buen plan—intervino Bruce, seguía sintiéndose frustrado porque Hulk no había aparecido.

—Somos pocos, primero deberíamos reunir a todos los que quedamos, tratar de encontrar a Thanos y pensar que hacer—sugirió Steve.

— ¿Y Stark? ¿Por qué no está aquí?—inquirió Nat.

Voltearon a verte, nadie a excepción de Tony y Rhodey sabia el infierno que habías vivido en esos años, aislada en ese cuarto, es más podrías decir con seguridad que ni ese par sabía ni entendía por lo que habías pasado.

—No sé, no soy su niñera, viví en ese cuarto por dos años, las únicas dos veces que salía fue porque en una me querían obligar a participar en una estúpida misión y la otra fue porque Wanda me lo pidió—respondiste de mala manera.

—Porque no quisiste colaborar—se quejó Rhodes.

Abriste la boca para confrontarlo, él era uno de los responsables de que ese tiempo hubiera sido un infierno para ti.

—Suficiente—dijo Steve, no iba a permitir que te siguieran agrediendo, sin contar que seguía sintiéndose culpable por lo que te había pasado.

—Esperen, y ¿Quill? ¿Gamora? ¿Nébula?—cuestionó Rocket.

— ¿Quiénes?—preguntó Bruce.

—Son amigos de la liebre—respondió Thor.

—Quizás estén con Stark y ya están invitados a su boda porque es lo único que le importa—respondiste sarcásticamente.

— ¿Tienen alguna manera de comunicarse con ese tal Stark?—indagó Rocket.

Saliste de la sala antes de escuchar alguna respuesta, ya no eran un equipo ni siquiera eran personas que te importaran (realmente los únicos que te importaban eran Wanda y Steve pero habías perdido a tu mejor amiga y lo único que te quedaba era la persona que amabas), seguramente Stark habría cometido un error como siempre y por eso había ocurrido toda esa desgracia, necesitabas estar lejos de ellos, sentías como si te costara trabajo respirar, todo te daba vueltas, entraste al baño y mojaste tu cara, respiraste lo más profundo que pudiste, no llorarías, cerraste tus ojos un momento para poder tranquilizarte, finalmente saliste completamente calmada, afuera te estaba esperando Steve, no habías notado que salió atrás de ti en cuanto te fuiste.

—Muñeca, ¿no te interesa?—preguntó Steve preocupado.

—Después de todo lo que ha pasado, no realmente, no me importa si Stark o alguno de ellos está muerto o vivo, los únicos que me importan son tú y Wanda—contestaste.

Steve se acercó a ti y te besó, empezó como un beso inocente pero fue subiendo de intensidad, quería recuperar todo lo que habían perdido, entendía tu sentimiento porque era el mismo, ya que él también había pasado por mucho mientras estuvieron lejos el uno del otro, ya habría tiempo para ponerse al corriente de todo lo que habían vivido, se separaron cuando escucharon pasos acercándose a donde estaban.

— ¿No vienen?—preguntó Nat al asomarse.

—Sí, en un momento—respondiste.

— ¿Interrumpí algo?—indagó curiosa la espía aunque también notaste en su voz un poco de ¿molestia?

—No, absolutamente nada, ya vamos—contestó Steve tratando de sonar convincente.

Natasha los miró, posó su mirada primero en Steve como si intentara leerle la mente y luego en ti durante varios segundos, te sonrió para después se dio la media vuelta y empezó a caminar para regresar a la sala de juntas, la seguiste pero Steve te detuvo y esperó a que Nat se adelantara.

—Esta noche, ¿en mi cuarto o en el tuyo?—te susurró al oído.

—En el mío, te estaré esperando—dijiste y le guiñaste un ojo.

Alcanzaron a los demás, no podían localizar a Tony, algunos fueron al Santuario, Wong tampoco tenía noticias, hasta ese momento ni siquiera sabían si el chasquido había afectado al universo o únicamente a la Tierra, no tenían forma de contactar a nadie, estaban completamente perdidos.

Las horas habían pasado, todos se habían ido a tratar de descansar, necesitaban recuperar energías para lo que tenían que hacer para tratar de solucionar todo el caos; era extraño estar de nuevo en tu antigua habitación, nunca consideraste la celda como un hogar ni habitación, ni siquiera sentías que la base siguiera siendo tu hogar, aunado a todo lo que habías perdido en todo ese tiempo y lo único bueno que había pasado era que arreglaste las cosas con Steve, durante esos dos años intentaste convencerte que ya no lo amabas, pero nunca lo lograste, ya no te importaba que te dijeran esas mentiras, seguías amándolo.

Miraste el pequeño comunicador que te había dado Fury después de la sublevación de HYDRA, con eso lo habías mantenido al tanto de todo lo que sucedía, aunque en tu cautiverio no había mucho que contar, lo encendiste tratando de ver si él tenía alguna noticia pero no escuchaste nada, al día siguiente lo volverías a intentarlo, guardaste el aparato en el cajón de tu mesita de noche.

Alzaste la vista cuando escuchaste que la puerta se abría lentamente, te sentaste en tu cama, habías esperado un buen rato a Steve, sonreíste al verlo entrar, ¿realmente podría recuperar todo lo que habían perdido?

Sentiste una tremenda pulsada de deseo, creiste la más ligera provocación haría que te corrieras.

Él se acercó a ti, empezó a acariciar tu cabello, luego con un dedo tu rostro como si lo dibujara, te estremeciste expectante a lo que sabías que iba a pasar, le tomaste el brazo para acercarlo aún más a ti, sus rostros estaban frente a frente, podrías contarle las pestañas si así quisieras.

Se empezaron a besar, habías extrañado sus besos, sus manos, sus caricias, todo de él, lo abrazaste sin dejar de besarlo, por un momento temiste que nada de lo que estaba pasando fuese real y cuando te dieras cuenta o despertaras seguirías en la celda y nada hubiese pasado y Steve ya se hubiera olvidado de ti.

—Aquí estoy T/N—dijo Steve como si hubiera leído tu mente.

—Te amo Stevie—expresaste.

—Te amo T/N—correspondió.

Steve se arrodilló a tu lado, volvió a besarte despacio como temiera que en cualquier momento te esfumaras, luego tus manos no dejaban de viajar en el cuerpo del él y viceversa, necesitaban recuperar todo ese tiempo perdido, él empezó a recorrer y llenar de besos el rostro, luego los párpados, los pómulos, la frente el mentón, tu cuello y clavículas, mientras tanto tú pasabas tus manos por sus pectorales y su espalda, él continúo bajando hasta llegar a tus pechos, los cuales besó a través de la tela del camisón que estabas usando como pijama.

Sin más dilación Steve comenzó a quitarte la ropa, pero no de una manera rápida, sino lentamente disfrutando, de vez en cuando te besaba de nuevo de una forma tierna, tú también le quitaste la ropa a él.

No dejabas de recorrer con tus manos su torso, era como si trataras de memorizar cada centímetro de su cuerpo, había pasado demasiado tiempo desde la última vez que estuvieron así juntos.

Después de quitarte la última prenda él te acarició la cara con la mano izquierda, luego te cubrió la cara con muchos besos, dirigió sus ojos a tus pechos, deseaba tocarlos, apretarlos, pellizcarlos, empezó a acariciarlos sin dejar de besarte, luego bajó la cara hasta tus senos, empezó a lamer tus pezones, primero el izquierdo y luego el derecho, luego los succionó en el mismo orden, mientras tanto tú gemías.

Volvió a besarte, sentiste la palpitación de su miembro entre tus piernas; entonces él deslizó una mano para palpar la delatora humedad se sentía en tu feminidad.

Lo detuviste, lo alejaste un poco, él te miró sin entender, bajaste tu mano hasta su pene y lo agarraste para empezarlo a acariciar, él gimió mientras cerraba los ojos, te inclinaste un poco y lo recorriste con tu lengua, luego lo metiste a tu boca provocando que soltara un grito ahogado, empezaste a chuparlo con ganas, arriba y abajo, arriba y abajo.

Cuando tu lengua le lamía el glande te detuvo y separó de ti, no quería terminar aún ni ser el único que recibiera placer, te acostó sobre la cama, puso tu cabeza sobre la almohada, acomodando cuidadosamente tu cabello.

Recorrió tu cuerpo con besos húmedos dejando un rastro hasta que llegó a tu vientre bajo, se acercó anhelante y pegó la boca a tu sexo empezó a lamerte el clítoris y los labios, pasó su pulgar por tu clítoris, te retorciste, luego empezó a penetrarte con dos dedos mientras chupaba tu clítoris.

Después de un rato se detuvo, se levantó para quedar frente a ti, con la mirada buscó tu aprobación, asentiste, se colocó entre tus piernas para penetrarte, tomó tu rostro entre sus manos, apretándote las mejillas con los pulgares pero con cuidado para no lastimarte, habías cerrado los ojos mientras se introducía en ti, luego los abriste y miraste su cara, sus ojos, él también te miraba, se empezaron a besar.

Comenzó a moverse, acometiendo una y otra vez, sentías como te llenaba, por efecto como su pubis se deslizaba contra tu clítoris provocándoles que gimiera, como se movían tus pechos cada vez que entraba y salía, sus brazos a los costados deteniendo su peso para no aplastarte, su cabello le cubría parte del rostro. Era delicioso tenerlo así entre tus muslos, tan íntimo.

Alzaste tus brazos para atraerlo hacia ti, lo abrazaste para sentirlo más cerca, te empezó a besar con vehemencia y avidez, ambos cerraron los ojos a la vez que emitían gemidos.

Un rato después con un gesto de tu mano le indicaste que se detuviera, te separaste de él, querías cambiar de posición, te pusiste encima de él y lo volviste a introducir en tu sexo, él sintió como tu parte palpitaba contra la de él, tus caderas subían y bajaban manteniendo el ritmo, se incorporó, enrocaste tus piernas en torno a sus caderas y tus brazos en su cuello, él tomó tus pechos con las manos ahuecadas impidiendo que siguieran bamboleándose, se inclinó y le besó tus pezones, para seguir con la parte inferior de tu pecho izquierdo, pasó la lengua por la juntura donde el pecho se unía al torso.

Te abrazó con firmeza, mientras te acariciaba el trasero con la mano izquierda, te levantó y te puso en cuatro mientras te inclinaba sobre la colcha y te separó bien las piernas, te penetró mientras restregaba el clítoris con su pulgar, puso la otra mano en tu cadera para tener más control, le encantaba sentir tu vagina palpitando y apretando su miembro, sentías como tus pechos palpitaban y se mecían al compás del movimiento ocasionando que la sensación el roce contra la colcha te gustara y tu sexo se hincharan como si fueran a explotar, tu orgasmo comenzó, en ese momento fue como si el mundo se hubiera detenido y tu mente se hubiera quedado en blanco, él seguía acariciándote hasta que notó que te corrías, esto ocasionó que él terminará eyaculando, soltaste un leve quejido al sentir como te llenaba con su semen.

Salió de ti, te ayudó a acostarte, para luego hacer lo mismo a tu lado, te acomodó el cabello, recorrió con el dedo índice tu rostro.

—Mírame—te pidió.

Eso hiciste, lo miraste a los ojos, esos eran los ojos que recordaba, tan llenos de amor, que siempre estarían para él.

—Cásate conmigo T/N—declaró.

No hallabas las palabras para describir lo que sentías, en el pasado habías pensado varias veces en cómo te lo pediría y ensayado posibles respuestas, pero ahora estabas en blanco, no podías reaccionar.

—Sé que no es la forma más romántica pero después de todo lo que ha pasado no quiero estar más tiempo sin ti—se disculpó aunque mentalmente se golpeó porque no tenía ningún anillo, guardó silencio esperando tu respuesta.

Estabas perpleja tratando de procesar todo lo que había pasado eran demasiadas cosas para un solo día

—Acepto—respondiste con voz apenas audible

Él sonrío y te besó, te compraría tu anillo lo más pronto posible.

Al día siguiente decidieron que utilizarían toda la tecnología disponible para rastrear y encontrar a Thanos y a Tony, se sentían abrumados debido a que también recibían cientos de llamadas, algunas buscando explicaciones a lo que había sucedido, otras exigiéndoles soluciones pero a final de cuentas todos se sentían perdidos al igual que ustedes.

—También necesitamos encontrar a Fury, quizás él sepa algo—dijo Natasha.

— ¿Alguien sabe dónde está?—preguntó Bruce.

—Tiene mucho que no hablo con él—respondió Steve.

—Sé cómo localizarlo—dijiste

Fuiste a la recámara y sacaste de la cómoda el comunicador, regresaste con los demás, quienes con gran curiosidad miraron lo que traías en las manos.

—Quizás con esto se pueda, él me lo dio hace mucho tiempo, he tratado de contactarlo, pero no me ha respondido—explicaste.

Lo prendiste pero de nuevo no hubo respuesta, eso hizo que te preocuparas, él nunca dejaba sin contestar tus llamados.

— ¿Por qué no responde?—Rhodey te preguntó.

—No lo sé, ¿se puede rastrear dónde está el otro?—inquiriste, quizás alguien más podría obtener otra pista.

Eso hicieron, después de unas horas lograron encontrar la localización del receptor, fueron hasta el lugar sin embargo lo único que encontraron fueron unas camionetas abandonadas, el otro comunicador estaba dentro del vehículo en donde viajaban Fury y Maria, pero no había señales de ninguno de ellos.

En el piso cerca de la camioneta encontraron un tercer comunicador, del cual parecía que habían mandado el mensaje; fue entonces cuando entendiste todo, Fury también había sido una de las víctimas de Thanos y finalmente había llamado a lo que él consideraba el último recurso, nunca te dijo exactamente quién o qué era pero si te había comentado que si las cosas se ponían muy mal habría que llamar a dicho recurso y acudiría en su ayuda.

De regreso a la base empezaron a tratar de analizar la señal del otro comunicador.

— ¿Por qué Fury te dio eso?—te preguntó abruptamente Rhodes.

—Porque confiaba más en mí que en ti—le respondiste de mala manera.

—No tiene nada de lógica…—empezó a decir.

—Cuando tenía 20 años el Programa Centinela estaba activo, ellos me perseguían y Fury me salvó, me enseñó a ser espía, él me conocía mejor que tú y tu amiguito y obviamente sabía que yo si era de fiar y nunca lo iba a traicionar— sentenciaste alzando la voz.

Todos te vieron, solías ser tranquila por lo que tu reacción los sorprendió, Natasha te tomó del brazo y te sacó de la sala para evitar que la discusión continuara.

— ¿Todo está bien?—te preguntó una vez afuera.

—Sí, claro, dentro de lo que cabe dadas las circunstancias—respondiste.

—No puedo creer que también haya desaparecido—comentó.

—Ni yo.

—Debió ser un infierno para ti todo ese tiempo que pasó—dijo Nat.

—No tienes ni idea—contestaste.

—Te extrañe, quiero decir, Wanda Steve y yo te extrañamos; todo siempre ha sido más divertido contigo—confesó.

—Claro, yo también los extrañé, sin ustedes era aburrido estar ahí encerrada—aseguraste.

—Traté de encontrarte pero nunca se me ocurrió que estuvieras aquí, sabes que puedes contar conmigo para cualquier cosa ¿verdad?—ofreció.

—Sí, gracias—agradeciste.

Habías notado que Nat se había estado comportando un poco extraña, pero lo atribuías a la situación que estaban viviendo.

Habían pasado cinco días desde aquí encontraron los comunicadores hasta que el único que está funcionando se apagó, Steve dio la orden de que no dejaran de transmitir la señal; nadie sabía quién iba dirigida, sin embargo esperaban que el receptor no hubiese desaparecido también.

Una mujer rubia apareció a los pocos minutos preguntando por Fury; entablar un diálogo fue un tanto complicado, pero finalmente lo lograron y le explicaron lo ocurrido.

Pasaron horas hablando de posibles planes para solucionar la situación, ninguno funcionaría realmente, no tenían pistas ni la más mínima idea de cómo arreglar las cosas realmente; hasta que un día entro Pepper informándoles que había recibido un mensaje de Tony aunque no sabían cómo llegar hasta él. Carol se ofrece a traerlo de vuelta y eso fue exactamente lo que hizo.

Después de que revisaran la condición de Stark, pudiste escuchar la discusión que tuvo con tu prometido desde afuera de la sala, no creías poder soportar estar en la misma sala que el par que te había hecho la vida imposible los últimos años y de pronto pareció que hubo una pequeña conmoción adentro de la sala; afuera estabas intentado descifrar en qué momento todo se había arruinado, no obstante eso ya no importaba, estabas tratando de distraerte un poco pero no lo lograbas verdaderamente.

— ¿Que pasó allá adentro?— preguntaste cuando viste a Steve acercarse a ti

—Stark no está bien—anunció tu prometido.

—Hmm—creíste que había pasado algo más importante.

— Pero la chica azul...Nagini, sabe dónde podemos encontrar a Thanos—te informó.

—Se llama Nébula—lo corregiste.

Steve te vio, rio, tenías razón se había equivocado en el nombre.

— ¿Cómo iremos?—cuestionaste.

—En la nave de Danvers—respondió como si fuera obvio.

—Pero no llegó en una—aclaraste.

—Entonces debemos de buscar la manera de arreglar en la que llegó Stark—sentenció.

En cuanto estuvo la nave arreglada fueron hasta “El Jardín”; sus esperanzas de regresar toda la normalidad se esfumaron cuando Thanos les dijo que había reducido las gemas a átomos, finalmente en un momento de desesperación Thor terminó con el enemigo.

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nekoannie-chan · 6 years ago

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War, lies and love

Pairing: Steve x F!Reader

Word count: 2383 words

Summary: Steve abandoned you after the fight on the airport during the Civil War events or at least is what people made you believe, what will happen when Steve and you meet again?

Warnings: angst lots of angst, mentions of depression (please looking for help)

A/N: My native language is Spanish so this is my first fic in English, if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

Reader’s power is telekinesis and also a mutant.

The fic starts in the past but also has flashbacks that are in cursive.

This is written for @fangirlfiction’s 1k challenge with the prompt #36 Kings: “You should have left me to die”.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

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2 years ago

You and Steve were in London after Peggy’s funeral when Sam showed you the news: “The Winter Soldier attacked a United Nations building”.

“I have to go,” Steve told you.

“Stevie wait” you replied.

“No, Y/N don’t try to stop me, he is my friend, my best friend...”

“I know, But I have to tell you something that you don´t know sweetheart, I’m going to help you, he...your friend, when you two were in the Hellicarrier...he took out you from the water” you interrupted him.

You saw Steve’s body fell from the Helicarrier to inside the Potomac River, you ran through the vegetation, the fear to lose him increased every second, the place where he had fallen was so far from you. You weren’t on the Helicarrier because Steve didn’t allow to participate in the mission with them, the reason was you were seriously injured by Bucky in the previous attack.

You were completely desperate when you saw Bucky carried an injured Steve outside the river, you thank and begged him not to go, Steve need him however he left you there.

You called Fury to ask him for help and transfer your boyfriend to the hospital and care for his wounds.

Sam, Steve and you were planning what to do to escape with Bucky, Sam called Scott and Steve called Clint and asked him to bring your best friend Wanda, she didn’t catch any of your calls.

“Doesn’t matter what happens, if they catch me, I know they’ll try it, you have to run away with Bucky “you ordered, he nodded.

“If that happens I’ll looking for you, I love you doll” he put his hands on your cheeks.

“I love you too Stevie” you gave him a soft kiss.

After that Steve stole a car –very small car-, the first thing you had to do was met Sharon and then reunited with Wanda, Clint, and Scott at Leipzig’s airport and escape to a safe place to plan how to deal with the other Winter Soldiers.

Sharon arrived with the shield, the wings, and the suites, everything was fine until she kissed him and you saw it.

You heard your heart broke, your relationship with Steve wasn’t official, actually only Wanda and Natasha know it, your eyes filled with tears but you didn’t cry, mentally you changed the plan if everything works you were going to try to convince Wanda to run away together, probably she’d her heart breaking as you ‘cuz you know Vision signed the Accords, so will be you and your best friend against the world after this last mission.

“Are you okay?” Wanda noticed you uncomfortable.

“Not really, something happened, maybe…I don’t know but maybe when all this stuff over...you and I...we ...can we run away together? Far from the problems, we can try a normal life, a new begging” you suggest.

She read your mind, now she knew what happened, she hugged you.

Both teams started to fight, you didn’t go to the Quinjet with Steve and Bucky, instead you went to Wanda, now you two tried to escape but failed.

Rhodey put you the mutant inhibitor collar so you can’t use your telekinesis, you didn’t fight against him, probably you going to go to the prison with the others.

But no, you weren’t transferring to the Raft with the rest of the Cap’s team, a special container room was designed for you in the Avenger’s Facility under Rhodes and Tony’s supervision.

They informed you that Steve set free the others, inside very deeply you had hope that set you free too, until Secretary Ross came to the base to see you.

“Do you know that Rogers has a relationship with Sharon Carter? Don’t lie to me Y/L/N, we have the proof, you’re his best friend so do you know it?” he showed you some photos and you remembered they kissed in the airport.

“No...I didn’t know...he never told me about her.” Your heart broke again, because if that was true he cheated on you all this time.

You laid in your bed, you didn’t talk with anyone, he didn’t look to see if you are ok, he cheated you at least you thought that. You had no idea that they know about your relationship and they modify some photos to make you believe that.

“It’s time to go to the mission,” Tony said to you.

“Hmm? Mission? What mission?” you asked, but why they think you going to help them with their mission?

“Ross gives us a mission and it’s your mission too” he replied.

“No, I’m not going to go or help you, I’m under arrest remember? So technically I’m retired, I’m not an Avenger anymore” you refused.

“It’s an order from your superiors, Miss Y/L/N” Ross ordered you with a very authoritative voice.

During the mission you stayed in the Quinjet, they forced you to go to the mission but they couldn’t force you to participate. At the moment they left the Quinjet you return to the jet, you weren’t going to help or escape.

“Y/N we have work to do, come right now, don’t be silly and don’t act so childish” Tony scolded you.

“I told you I would not participate, I don’t wanna be part of any team, I have no reason to continue in this, I lost everything, so leave me alone and complete your mission "you answered aggressively.

They left you alone and completed the mission successfully by themselves, when all of you returned to Facility you immediately went to your cell, you didn’t want to be with the others.

"Miss Y/N" Vision called you. "Why are you acting in that way? You always participated in the missions, you were happy to be part of the avengers”.

"Yes, Vis, I was happy, I had reasons, I had love and my best friend, now I have nothing, I lost everything, the person who loved me lied to me, if you have something important in your life you should go to look for it and fight for to be happy" you advised him hoped he understand your hint and look for Wanda, at least she deserves to be happy with whom she loves.

They tried to make you go to more missions but your answer was always the same. You were tired, you had already lost all hope and you did not even care if you stayed to lock up forever, your heart still didn’t heal, you were still in love with the Captain but you no longer wore the engagement ring he gave you, it was discreet so it was easy to hide it from the view of the rest of the team.

You did not stop thinking about what had deceived you even though you did not understand the reasons, you did not think you were a bad person to deserve something like that. He moves on and you're stuck there, in every way, probably you'll be in that place until your last day. All alone.

Present

You had heard that no one know where is Vision, that meant he is with Wanda, you are happy that your best friend lives her love story.

You notice Quinjet land at the compound, you assume that the team return from some mission, you are under the blankets, in the last few weeks barely you got out of bed, you are completely depressed.

Someone enters your cell, you don’t even see who it is, you don’t care and think that maybe if you ignore the person for a while it will go away.

"Is that how you get your best friend after not seeing each other for two years?" Immediately you recognize the voice and with a jump, you got out of bed to hug her, behind her is Natasha.

"We need you, we are in serious trouble, the entire planet is in danger," Nat tells her, you look at her, and then at Wanda, she nods.

“Ste ... Is he here?" you inquire, you don’t have enough strength to see him.

"Yes, we need all the help possible" Natasha confesses, you sigh.

"I'm sorry, I cannot help you, I don’t feel well, so good luck" you turn around to get back under the blankets.

"Y/N please, we really need you, if you do not want to talk with he then doesn’t do it but I need you" Wanda begs you.

At the end you accept, now you go on a trip to Wakanda, all the way you avoid Steve, he is desperate, he wants to talk to you, fix everything, he has no idea about the lies you heard in the past, according to him you are angry because he doesn’t go to save you, also he notices that you aren’t wearing the engagement ring, he wonders if you still love him.

“Y/N” he calls you softly, you ignore him “Can we talk? “He grabs your hand when he notices you leave the room “Please sweetheart, talk to me” he cries out.

“I’m not your sweetheart and I’m not going to talk to you “you let go of the grip “we have a battle soon so I don’t have time” you leave him alone, you wanna cry but you don’t do it, also you start to regret to be there, but the most important thing at this moment is to defeat Thanos and save the world.

The battle starts, first all of you fight against the Outriders, you start to feel tired but the “space dogs” continue to appear, if everything continues in that way, you will die before the fight against Thanos, at the moment you think everything is lost, Thor appears with a tree that walked and a talkative raccoon to save the day.

“By the way, this is my friend the tree,” Thor says to Steve.

"I am Groot" Groot crosses with a branch to some Outriders.

"I am Steve Rogers" Steve introduces himself.

You laugh softly and continue to fight.

The Mad Titan arrives to Wakanda, mentally you beg Wanda to destroy the Vision's stone, you know she's gonna hear your mental petition, with your powers you try to take off the gauntlet to Thanos' hand when he notices what you try, he chokes you, you can’t breathe and start to feel dizzy when Steve realizes what happens he saves you.

"Sweetheart are you okay?" he asks you and tries to find if you're injured.

"I'm fine" you confirm, for a second you forget everything and almost go to hug and kiss him, when you remember the enemy you’re fighting.

Finally, Thanos achieves what he wants, the first to disappear was Bucky, you see Wanda mourns the death of Vision, but when you’re going to cuddle her, she become dust.

"Wanda no! Not you! No please no!" you scream, start to cry and try to catch the dust.

All of you feel disoriented, no one knows what to do, the team returns to the facility, you have no idea how to fix all the damage, you go back to your cell followed by Steve and ignored him.

"Y/N please let's gonna talk" he begs.

You continue to ignore him, he takes your wrist tightly and now you are in front of him.

"Back off, I do not wanna talk with you" you croak.

"I do not know why you're angry with me if I remember you told me it doesn’t matter if they catch you if I can save Bucky" Steve reminds you.

"I know I told you that but you looked for others but not me!" You shout.

"I tried, do you regret everything we've lived together?" he asks, definitely, he doesn’t want to lose you, you're the only he has now in the world, without you, he feels completely lost.

“You should have left me to die that day when the Winter Soldier hurt me" you yell at him, tears fall from your cheeks. "Instead of lied to me, played with my heart, and the worst thing is that you are in a relationship with Sharon that's the reason for our relationship was a secret right?”

"No, I've never been on a relationship with Sharon, I don’t know the reason you think that" he tries to hug you.

You move it away and go to your desk to take the photos that Ross had shown you and give it to him.

"The photos are fake Y/N, the only person I love is you, only you" he comes closer to you.

“You kissed her!” you remember that moment.

“No, I didn’t, she kissed me”.

"You abandoned me!" you recriminated.

"No, I always looked for you, that was the real reason I went to the Raft I thought you were there, I never stopped, in every place I went I looked for you, I did not know you were here" he explained.

"I do not believe you, Rogers, I just cannot" you feel confused. "I do not know who's lying or not, I need to think, I wanna be alone" you leave the room.

"You should believe him" Tasha suggests you. "He has been looking for you all these years, I have never seen him so desperate"

"He cheated me, he has another relationship with Sharon, I don’t know if I can forgive him" you answer and you start to cry again.

"That's a lie, you are always in his mind, he always talks with Bucky about you, He is absolutely in love with you" Natasha explains.

You go to the gym, you’re sure that he is there, he looks very angry, you hug him from the back after Natasha told you what happened in the last 2 years you’re sure now he didn’t lie to you. First, he tenses his muscles but when he sees that is you, he relaxes.

"Steve" you call him softly, he turns to you. "Do you really love me?" you see his beautiful blue eyes.

"I really love you princess, the only one in this world" he hugs you very tight

You stand on tiptoes and give him a little kiss on the lips.

"Now what we gonna do?" you ask him. He has the same question.

All of you have to think about how to fix all the chaos that the Mad Titan had caused.

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nekoannie-chan · 6 years ago

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Guerra, mentiras y amor

Pareja: Steve x Lectora

Palabras: 2310 palabras.

Sinopsis: Steve te dejó abandonada después de la pelea del aeropuerto durante los eventos de la Guerra Civil o eso es lo que te han hecho creer, ¿qué pasará cuando se reencuentren?

Advertencias: angst mucho angst, menciones de depresión (por favor busquen ayuda).

N/A: Tu poder es la telequinesis y eres mutante.

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Hace 2 años

Tú y Steve estaban en Londres después del funeral de Peggy cuando Sam les mostró lo que había pasado en las noticias: “El Soldado del Invierno atacó el edificio de las Naciones Unidas.

—Tengo que ir—te dijo Steve.

—Steve espera—replicaste.

—No, T/N no intentes detenerme, él es mi amigo, mi mejor amigo…

—Lo sé pero hay algo que tengo que decirte y no sabes cariño, voy a ayudarte, él…tu amigo cuando cayeron del Helicarrier…él te sacó del agua—lo interrumpiste.

Viste el cuerpo de Steve precipitarse desde el Helicarrier hacia el río Potomac, corriste a través de la vegetación, tenías miedo de perderlo y a la vez incrementaba a cada segundo, donde había caído estaba lejos, no podías llegar hasta él, Steve no te había permitido ir con ellos ya que habías sido herida gravemente por Bucky.

Estabas completamente desesperada cuando Bucky cargando a un Steve herido se acercaba a la orilla, le agradeciste a Bucky y le pediste que no se fuera, que Steve lo necesitaba sin embargo él los dejó ahí.

Llamaste a Fury para que la ayuda llegará y trasladaran a tu novio a un hospital y atender todas sus heridas.

Sam, Steve y tú planearon que como escapar con Bucky, Sam llamó a Scott y Steve llamó a Clint, al cual le pidió que trajera también a tu mejor amiga Wanda, ella no había respondido ninguna de tus llamadas.

—No importa que pase, si me atrapan, porque sé que lo tratará tú debes sacar a Bucky de ahí—le ordenaste a Steve, él asintió.

—Si eso pasa, te buscaré y sacaré de ahí, te amo muñeca—te respondió.

—Yo también te amo Stevie—le diste un tierno beso en los labios.

Después de que Steve robó un carro muy pequeño para que los 4 entraran ahí, fueron a encontrarse primero con Sharon y les devolviera el equipo y después verían a Wanda, Clint y Scott en el aeropuerto para poder huir a un lugar seguro y poder lidiar con los otros Soldados del Invierno.

Sharon llegó con el escudo, las alas y los trajes, todo iba bien hasta que ella besó a Steve y tú viste todo

Escuchaste tu corazón romperse, tu relación con Steve no era oficial, de hecho únicamente Wanda y Natasha lo sabían; tus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas pero no lloraste, mentalmente cambiaste el plan, si todo funcionaba, convencerías a Wanda de huir juntas, probablemente ella también tenía el corazón roto porque sabías que Visión había firmado los Acuerdos, entonces sólo serían tú y tu mejor amiga contra el mundo después de esta última misión.

— ¿Estás bien?—Wanda notó que estabas incómoda.

—No realmente, algo pasó, quizás…no lo sé pero quizás cuando todo esto termine…tú y yo…nosotras… ¿podríamos escapar juntas? Lejos de los problemas, podemos intentar tener una vida normal, un nuevo comienzo—le sugeriste.

Ella leyó tu mente, así se enteró de lo que pasó, todo lo que hizo fue abrazarte.

Ambos equipos empezaron a pelear, no subiste al Quinjet con Steve y Bucky, en vez de hacer eso te fuiste con Wanda, ahora las dos iban a tratar de escapar pero fallaron.

Rodhey te puso el collar inhibidor de mutantes por lo que no podías usar tus poderes, no peleaste para evitarlo, probablemente irías a prisión con los demás. Pero no, no te trasladaron a la prisión Raft con el resto del equipo del Cap, un contenedor especial fue diseñado para ti en la base de los Vengadores bajo la supervisión de Rodhes y Tony.

Ellos te informaron que Steve liberó a los otros, muy dentro de ti tenías la esperanza de que fuera a sacarte a ti también, hasta que el Secretario Ross vino a la base a verte

— ¿Sabías que Rogers tiene una relación con Sharon Carter? No me mientas T/A, tenemos las pruebas, eres su mejor amigo así que ¿lo sabías?—él te mostró unas fotos de ellos y recordaste como se besaron en el aeropuerto-

—No…no lo sabía…él nunca me dijo nada sobre ella—tu corazón se rompió de nuevo, si eso era cierto él te había engañado.

Te acostaste en tu cama, no querías hablar con nadie, él no te había buscado, te había engañado o al menos era lo que pensabas. No sabías que el equipo de Ross se había enterado de su relación y modificaron unas fotos para hacerte creer eso.

—Es hora de ir a la misión—Tony te dijo

— ¿Hmm? ¿Misión? ¿Qué misión?—preguntaste, ¿por qué ellos creían que los ibas a ayudar con sus misiones?

—Ross nos dio una misión y también es tuya—te explicó

—No, no voy a ir o ayudarlos, estoy bajo arresto ¿lo recuerdas? Así que técnicamente estoy retirada, ya no soy una Vengadora—te rehusaste.

—Es una orden de tus superiores, señorita T/A—Ross te ordenó con una voz exageradamente autoritaria.

Durante la misión te quedaste en el Quinjet, ellos te habían obligado a ir a la misión pero no te pudieron forzar a participar. En el momento que bajaron de la nave y dijeron el plan, de inmediato regresaste a la nave, no ibas a hacer nada pero tampoco les estorbarías.

—T/N tenemos trabajo por hacer, baja ahora mismo, deja de comportarte de una forma tan infantil—Tony te ordenó.

—Yo te dije que no participaría, ya no quiero formar parte de ningún equipo, ya no tengo motivos para seguir en esto, he perdido todo, así que déjame en paz y lárgate a completar tu misión— le respondiste de forma agresiva.

Te dejaron en paz, ellos completaron la misión exitosamente, cuando regresaron a la base de inmediato fuiste a tu celda, no querías saber nada.

—Señorita T/N—Visión te llamó— ¿por qué estás actuando de esa forma? Siempre participabas en las misiones, eras feliz de ser parte de los Vengadores.

— Lo dijiste bien Vis, era feliz, tenía motivos, tenía amor, a mi mejor amiga, ahora no tengo nada, he perdido todo, la persona que me amaba me mintió nunca lo hizo, si tú tienes algo importante en tu vida deberías ir a buscarlo y luchar por eso—le aconsejaste mientras lo mirabas esperando que entendiera tu indirecta para que fuera a buscar a Wanda, al menos ella merecía ser feliz junto a la persona que ama.

Intentaron hacer que fueras a más misiones pero tu respuesta siempre era la misma. Estabas cansada, ya habías perdido toda esperanza y ni siquiera te importaba si te quedabas para siempre encerrada, tu corazón aún no sanaba, seguías enamorada del capitán pero ya no usabas el anillo de compromiso que te había dado, era discreto así que era fácil ocultarlo de la vista del resto del equipo.

No dejabas de pensar en qué te había engañado aunque no entendías los motivos, no creías ser una mala persona como para merecer algo así. Él había continuado con su vida y tú estabas atrapada ahí, en todos los sentidos, seguramente vivirías en ese lugar hasta tu último día de tu vida, completamente sola.

Actualidad

Habías escuchado que Visión había apagado su localizador, eso sólo significaba que estaba con Wanda, estabas contenta de que tu mejor amiga viviera su historia de amor y fuera feliz.

Notaste que un Quinjet había aterrizado en la base, supusiste que habían regresado de alguna misión, seguiste abajo de las cobijas, en las últimas semanas apenas y salías de la cama, estabas completamente sumida en la depresión.

Alguien entró a la celda, ni siquiera miraste quién era, no te importaba, quizás si ignorabas a la persona por cierto tiempo se iría.

— ¿Es así como recibes a tu mejor amiga después de no vernos por dos años? —de inmediato reconociste la voz y de un salto saliste de la cama para abrazarla, atrás de ella estaba Natasha, también la saludaste.

—Te necesitamos, estamos en serios problemas, el planeta entero está en peligro— te dijo Nat, la miraste y luego a Wanda, ella asintió.

— ¿Ste...él estará?—preguntaste, no te sentías con la fuerza suficiente para verlo.

—Sí, necesitamos toda la ayuda posible—respondió Natasha, suspiraste.

—Lo siento, no puedo ayudarlas, no me siento bien, que tengan buena suerte—te diste la vuelta para volver a meterte debajo de las cobijas.

—T/N por favor, realmente te necesitamos, si no quieres hablar con él no lo hagas pero yo te necesito— Wanda te rogó.

Al final aceptaste, ahora iban hacia Wakanda, durante todo el camino evitaste a Steve, él estaba desesperado, quería hablar contigo, arreglar todo, él no sabía las mentiras que te habían hecho creer, para él tú estabas enojada porque no te había ido a sacar del lugar donde te tenían, también notó que ya no usabas el anillo que te había dado, se preguntaba si seguías amándolo.

—T/N—te llamó suavemente, tú lo ignoraste— ¿Podemos hablar? —él sujetó tu mano cuando notó que te ibas de la habitación—Por favor amor, habla conmigo— su voz sonaba como si fuera a llorar.

—No soy tu amor y no voy a hablar contigo—soltarse del agarre—tendremos una batalla pronto así que no tengo tiempo—lo dejaste solo, querías llorar pero no lo hiciste ahora también empezabas a arrepentirte dejarte convencer, pero lo más importante ahora era derrotar a Thanos.

La batalla comenzó, primero pelearon contra los Outriders, te empezabas a sentir cansada pero los “perros espaciales” parecían infinitos, cada vez los superaban más en cantidad, si las cosas continuaban así morirían antes de poder enfrentarse a Thanos, no podían caer debían proteger a Visión, cuando todo parecía perdido Thor apareció con un árbol que caminaba y un mapache hablador.

—Por cierto este es mi amigo el árbol—Thor le dijo a Steve.

—Yo soy Groot—dijo el “árbol” mientras atravesaba con una rama a algunos Outriders.

—Yo soy Steve Rogers—Steve se presentó.

Reíste por lo bajo y continuaste peleando.

Thanos llegó a Wakanda, mentalmente le suplicaste a Wanda que destruyera la gema que tenía Visión, sabías que ella iba a escuchar tu petición menta, con tus poderes trataste de quitarle el guantelete de la mano al Titán loco, cuando se dio cuenta te tomó del cuello con la otra mano y empezó a ahorcarte, el aire empezaba a faltarte y te sentías mareada cuando Steve se dio cuenta y empezó a pelear contra Thanos para liberarte.

— ¿Amor estás bien?—te preguntó mientras trataba de encontrarte heridas.

—Estoy bien— respondiste, por un segundo olvidaste todo y lo ibas a abrazar y besar cuando recordaste que estaban en medio de una pelea.

Finalmente Thanos logró su cometido, el primero en desaparecer fue Bucky, te acercaste a Wanda quien lloraba la muerte de Visión, cuando la ibas a abrazar empezó a desaparecer.

— ¡No Wanda! ¡Tú no! ¡No, por favor no!—gritaste, empezaste a llorar y trataste de atrapar el polvo en el que tu amiga se había convertido.

Se sentían desorientados, no sabían que hacer, regresaron a la base, no tenían ni la menor idea de cómo revertir todo el daño ocasionado, fuiste a tu celda seguida de Steve, lo ignorabas.

—T/N por favor, vamos a hablar—él te rogó

Lo ignoraste, tomó tu muñeca fuertemente para que quedaras frente a él.

— ¡Déjame! No quiero hablar contigo—le dijiste bruscamente.

—No sé porque estás tan enojada conmigo, si mal no recuerdo me dijiste que no importaba si ellos te atrapaban si yo podía salvar a Bucky—Steve te recordó tus palabras.

— ¡Lo sé, sé perfectamente lo que te dije pero buscaste a los demás y me abandonaste!—le gritaste.

—No lo hice, ¿te arrepientes de todo lo que hemos vivido juntos?— preguntó, definitivamente él no quería perderte, eres lo único que le quedaba, sin ti estaba completamente perdido.

— ¡Debiste dejarme morir ese día que el Soldado del Invierno me hirió!—vociferaste, lágrimas caían por tus mejillas—Me mentiste, jugaste con mi corazón, tienes una relación con Sharon, esa era la razón por la que la nuestra era secreta ¿verdad?

—No, nunca he tenido una relación con Sharon, no sé porque piensas eso—él trató de abrazarte.

Lo alejas y vas a tu escritorio para sacar del cajón las fotos que Ross te había enseñado y se las avientas para que las vea.

—Las fotos son falsas T/N, la única persona que amo eres tú, sólo tú—él se acercó a ti.

— ¡La besaste!—recordaste ese beso.

—No, ella me besó—

— ¡Me abandonaste!— le recriminaste.

—No, siempre te estuve buscando, esa fue la verdadera razón por la que fui a la prisión Raft, pensé que ahí estabas, nunca dejé de buscarte en cada lugar al que iba, yo no sabía que estabas aquí encerrada—explicó.

—No te creo Rogers, simplemente no pudo—estabas confundida—No sé quién miente y quien no, necesito pensar, quiero estar sola—saliste de la habitación.

—Deberías creerle—Tasha sugirió—Él te estuvo buscando todos estos años, nunca lo había visto tan desesperado—cruzó los brazos.

— Él me engañó, tenía otra relación con Sharon, ¿cómo puedo perdonarlo?—le respondiste mientras las lágrimas seguían fluyendo.

— Eso es mentira, sólo piensa en ti, no dejaba de contarle a Bucky sobre ti, nunca lo había visto tan enamorado ni siquiera de Peggy —ella salió de la habitación y te quedaste pensando.

Fuiste al gimnasio estabas segura que ahí estaría, se veía muy enojado, Te acercaste y lo abrazaste por la espalda, si Natasha te había dicho eso significaba que no te había mentido, primero se tensó pero cuando vio que eras tú se relajó.

—Steve—le llamaste suavemente, él volteó hacia ti— ¿Realmente me amas?— viste sus hermosos ojos azules.

—Realmente te amo princesa, la única que amo en este mundo—él te abrazó fuertemente.

Te pusiste de puntitas y le diste un pequeño beso en los labios.

— ¿Ahora qué haremos para solucionar todo esto? — le preguntaste, él tenía la misma pregunta.

Ahora debían pensar en cómo arreglar todo el caos que Thanos había ocasionado.

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