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Steve & Darcy’s wedding 💖💖💖

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“Elizabeth Agnes Barnes, you clear up that mess right now- oh hello, Steven,” Winifred was taken slightly by surprise, having been shouting over her shoulder to the middle of her three daughters and not looking where she was going, laundry basket balanced on her hip. A smile crossed her lips at the sight of the blonde, who she practically considered as one of her own children these days. Lord knew, he’d spent enough time in her home, and James at his.

[ofgunsandlipstick]

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Peggy laughs, smoothing her hands along his now gloriously bare chest as she grins up at him. “Well, then let’s also add another blanket statement that I will never be more fond of you wearing a shirt than I am of you without them,” she chuckles, tilting up onto her toes to press a soft kiss to his jaw. “How would you feel about breakaway shirts?” teases Peggy.

[lives-by-moonlight]

Drinking The Midnight Oil

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Roland had been at the bar for a little over an hour. He had been nursing a few drink while he sat on the bar stool, staring up at the hockey game. Once in a while he wasn’t in a mood to go home, and his version of isolate socializing was just this, letting his more introverted side go out with itself. Home could be boring sometimes, and he could get good finger food here. 

The bar wasn’t actively busy, but there were a few other guys or small groups around. He didn’t really pay them any mind, they were more of the silent type and he understood that. When he heard the door open and saw the new blonde start to approach the bar, he didn’t mean to look. It wasn’t like he was looking for any company. Roland tried to take him in as much as he could through quick side glances and the corner of his eye. He didn’t want it to be obvious, but the guy could turn heads. And what an ass.

He forces himself to look away and move his gaze back up to the television. He didn’t want to creep the man out. And, he wasn’t looking, he told himself. And he might be presumptuous to hope he may be gay. But...maybe a little hint never hurt. And Roland knew how to talk himself down from an offended straight guy. Whispering to the bartender, he told her to get the blonde’s drink on his tab.

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     Natasha has gotten used to Steve’s dramatics. He has some deep-seated instincts that revolve around sacrificing himself for other people and Nat has knocked him upside the head for that kind of behavior multiple times. 

     “If they won’t die, don’t try to die for them!” She yelled at him once. He had somewhat taken that to heart and tried to be more careful. Natasha had also made the offhand remark that he should think about how many more people would die in the future if he needlessly lost his life and wasn’t there to save him.

     It wasn’t a fair way to keep him safe, but she was hardly above manipulation. Some day she’d deal with his psyche and actually figure out how to prove to him that he was valuable beyond his ability to save people. Until then, she’d use guilt, extortion, or anything else that worked to keep him alive. 

     Over the years, he’d gotten significantly better at protecting himself, possibly because of Natasha’s continuous prodding, and came home with less scrapes and wounds. She was grateful, because Steve was neither immune to pain nor completely invincible. Nat would do anything, give anything, be anything to keep him from harm, but that’s not how the world works. She can’t stop him from being himself, and wouldn’t want to. Saving people is at the core of who he is, and now it’s part of her core too. All she can do is watch his back. 

     Apparently, she isn’t good enough at that either. 

     The assailants catch them both off guard, a monumental achievement. Natasha and Steve fight their way through about a dozen AIM agents before ending up cornered in an alleyway. . She wordlessly nods to Steve, shooting a grappling hook over the ledge of the building nearby, and starts climbing. As soon as she’s at the top, she’ll be able to watch his back and shoot down their attackers so he can join her. 

     Nat scrambles up the cord as quickly as she can, but glances down at Steve’s voice. “Don’t you dare,” he’s growling, shield slamming into a man’s face. It’s only then that she notices another person in the back hoisting a grenade launcher onto their shoulder. She curses, jumping back down into the fray. Quickly, she snags Steve’s shield and slams it into the opening of the weapon, both causing it to backfire and protecting the two of them from the blast. Her ears slowly stop ringing and she rises to her feet. At some point, Steve’s arm had come protectively around her, and she sighs, sagging into his comfortable warmth. The people who attacked are knocked out or dead, her head is swimming from a concussion caused by the explosion, and all she wants is to go home. 

     Complacency? Exhaustion? She’ll make up a thousand excuses later and not one of them will be enough. Her eyes slam back open at the sound of a gunshot, and Steve lurches in her arms. With her holding the shield, nothing was in the way of him being shot in the back. Even as she looks around for the sniper, the silence tells her that her target is gone. She carefully lowers him to the ground, keeping pressure on the wound. 

     “Hold your hand here,” she murmurs, because he looks about as woozy as she does now. “Come on, you’ll be fine. I’ll call for help.” 

                 He has to be fine. If he’s not, she’ll tear this whole damn world apart.

[captainsmother]

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“It’s you, isn’t it?”

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“I have something I need to tell you, Steve,” Bucky says with utmost sincerity. He comes as near Steve as he’s comfortable—about four feet away—and stares deeply into his eyes. This is serious shit, he tries to convey with a single look. Then, with severe gravity, he breaks the news: “Steve...you smell like horse shit. How long has it been since you did laundry?”

[brooklynislandgirl]

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//I know the feeling too - I’ve literally never gotten anon hate, which I’m both thankful for and confused by because I *know* I have some unpopular opinions

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[projectwinter]

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Steve immediately sat forward from where he had been otherwise mostly relaxed in an armchair brows pulling together in instant concern. “What do you mean, Buck?” he asked quietly.

He really should have known how Steve would react to his not-quite-throw-away comment. “Calm down.”, Bucky replied immediately, waving his right hand once, dismissive. “I didn’t get brainwashed again.”, the joke was accompanied by a sour smile. 

Sucking in a deep breath, he stared down at his mechanical hand where it hung loosely between his knees. “I just ... “, words were still sometimes hard to come by and as he searched for the rigth ones, his lips twisted into a thin line. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Everyone around me is ... someone. Someone with a purpose.”

He glanced up at Steve, an apology in his eyes. “I gotta find something for me. I ... don’t want to just ... sit around.”

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“Steve. Pssst. Over here.” The 21st Century was a culture shock to both of them. At least, he assumed it was. It was to Howard. One of the first things he had done, however, was track down what had become of Steve, if he was ever found, and what information he received from his research, blew his mind beyond belief. It had taking him a while, but he eventually got into a position to reveal his presence to the Captain. The man who was very much alive, against all odds.

“Yeah, it’s me. Didn’t expect to see my handsome face, eh?" He turned off the boat, hopped off it and approached the man, unable to stop that smile on his face. 

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"NO WAY. captain america?! was beginnin’ t’think i’d never get t’meet ya. i always end up skipping the heroes in history. makes me feel bad about m’self, meetin’ them.” she laughed; a joke. yes, definitely a joke.

“m’name’s the doctor. and might i say; it’s such a pleasure t’meet ya. got all your trivia, all y’promotional posters, everythin’. bit embarassin’ really. oh, and i’m a big fan of the way y’carry around a shield rather than a gun.”

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     Steve is always up at an ungodly hour in the morning. Natasha is hardly a late riser, but even she isn’t willing to go running every morning quite that early. Besides, while she does run occasionally (and sometimes with him), she often prefers other types of exercise. 

     It’s rare that Steve leaving their bed doesn’t wake her though, and often times she’ll snag his hand as he gets up, pressing a kiss to it before curling back under the covers for a few more minutes of shut-eye. By the time she wakes properly, he’ll be getting back in again and heading to the showers while she plonks herself at the desk to skim through what she needs to do today. it’s only when intel is passed along, mission details are filed away, and Steve is clean and dressed, that they tackle their anticlimactic breakfast, lean into each other in the doorway, and then go about their individual days. It’s a comfortable routine, broken only by occasionally having to save the world. 

     Today is different, though, because Natasha doesn’t wake when the bed creaks, signaling the start of Steve’s day. The weight shifts next to her, but Nat remains lost in her dreams. It’s only expected that she’d be exhausted, given the nature of her injuries yesterday, and how late she got in last night, but Steve must find it strange to be able to sit there and watch her without interruption. 

     Slowly his hand stretches out, brushing the vibrant red hair away from Natasha’s face, frowning at the wound on her cheek. It will inevitably be gone in a few days, but it still unsettles him to see it. 

     The touch rouses her and she catches his wrist with a soft, sleepy smile. 

                “Is my face that awful for you to look at me like that?” 

     He shakes his head ruefully, and bends down to place a kiss on her hair. 

                                                “Never.”

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Natasha was always buried in her thoughts. It was something that she was able to hide -- her childhood had helped mask any of her emotions or her thoughts. It was particularly helpful on undercover missions, something that was mostly buried in her past. Another strength of hers was reading other people’s emotions, something much more practical in the current day. Her mind was brought back to countless missions where she’d predict people’s movements and be able to counteract them quickly. The redhead’s eyes averted over to Steve, her face stoic. 

“What are you thinking, Rogers? I can practically hear your thoughts.” 

There was always a lot going on -- they all had reasons to be thinking a little bit too much. “Do I need to give you one of those badass pep talks you always give the crew? Or can you settle for just my company and some really dry humor?” Natasha tried to tease him -- a simple attempt to lighten the mood.

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Winter Wonderland || -

If Steve was the kind of person to look out of the peephole of his apartment door, he’d see the top of her head. Dark hair tucked up into a black and purple loosely knitted beanie, melting snow still glistening in it. If the angle is good, he might see her in a matching scarf, stamping her little boots on the landing. She knows she hasn’t called ahead, and maybe should have, in case he wasn’t home. But if that was the case, then she’d simply pay the same trio of teen-age boys who’d helped her drag everything up here to drag it back down to her car. Or maybe she’d simply ask around and see if there was anyone else in his building.She knocks as politely as she can, with a little more force than she usually expends on anything, because sometimes she tends to do that too quietly to be heard. Which gives her plenty of time to second guess herself. She knows that Steve was raised Catholic, but that didn’t mean he still held with many of the traditions, that he still practised, or hadn’t changed his faith somewhere along the way. She’s heard that war can make an atheist holy, but that it can also shatter a person’s convictions, no matter how strongly they were held. But she hopes he knows her well enough that he’ll take no offense at it.The tree is going to be all on him. She’d picked it up from the farm, its root-base still in tacked, not in the least bit harmed by the four hour drive back to the city strapped to her Mustang’s roof. The lush smell of the six foot Fraser fir already puts her in the holiday mood. The two boxes beside it are filled with heirloom ornaments, some of them hers, some of them donated by their various friends, on the sly so that the secret would remain a surprise. She’s hoping he’ll take comfort in that. And lastly, the picnic basket. Because decorating is very busy work, he’ll need to keep up his strength. She’s packed up a meaty Irish stew ~one of the very few things she knows how to make~ and fresh bread, apple cake and custard, a bottle of wine and mulling spices.When he does, thankfully, open the door, she looks up and beams at him with a huge smile and almost shoves the wreath half her size at him.“Surprise!”

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10. Holding and accidental wetting then being diapered by someone (littlesteverps)

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Pearl kissed Steve deeply, resting on his lap as she made out with him, her small frame keeping his against the couch. She heard him try to pull away, and she stopped it, starting to grind her hips down against him. He was just here from an Avengers meeting, so he hadn’t had time to get into his diapers before she ambushed him for some makeouts, and she wasn’t going to let him pull away from her now, not when she’d been without him for a week at this point.

As he became more insistent, she grabbed a pair of fuzzy cuffs and cuffed him to the sofa. “I don’t care if you gotta go, you’re gonna wait until I’m done here,” she said. Now enforcing a hold on him, she reached over and tipped a bottle into his mouth while she started to suck a hickey into his neck. She saw the liquid going down in the bottle and grinned, her hands now going into his pants to rub at him over his underwear. She wished that he’d go 24/7 diapered for her, but she understood that might interfere with his avenging stuff, so she didn’t press the issue.

Soon, Steve whined again and leaked a little, but Pearl didn’t stop, instead pressing her crotch against the wet spot on his pants and moaning. “Mm, my little diaper boy needs his padding, but he’s not gonna get it yet,” she told him. “You don’t get it until you piss yourself, but not on purpose,” she told him. “Hold as long as you can.” She stood up again and got another bottle for Steve, and he barely made it halfway done with this one, her grinding against his crotch incessantly, until his floodgates broke, and he began to piss all over them. She moaned as she felt the warm fluid flow out, and she let her own flow mingle with his, soaking through her panties as they made out on the couch. She pulled down his shorts, and sucked his cock clean, until he came in her mouth, then she undid his cuffs and diapered him. “Every time you come over without a diaper, I’m gonna enforce to you why you need them,” she told him as she taped him up.