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bucky-hues · 3 years ago

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stucky fic recs

here are some stucky fic recs! as always, be sure to read the warnings for each fic <3

one shots

finding home | @thedamageofherdays

cap steve x modern bucky

After he is caught in a terrible rainstorm while hiking, Bucky is glad to find shelter at the cottage Steve shares with his daughter and his dog. Bucky ends up finding so much more than just a safe place to spend the night.

x | @dreadlockholiday

steve x bucky

Request: Bucky looking through a glossy magazine and saying something like "God, can you imagine being paid for just looking cute?" And without thought Steve replies, "you'd be a millionaire" and Bucky just blushes furiously while Steve's all like 😳 *oh no, I just said that out loud*

x | @dreadlockholiday (18+)

steve x bucky

Bucky finds his BFF Steve's sketchbook... and it's full of nothing but sketches of Bucky... naked.

sweethearts | @musette22

steve x bucky

Steve confesses his feelings to Bucky using sweethearts

my moon, my man | @musette22 (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

AU meet-cute. Strangers on a Train, but with less murder and more sexual tension.

make it till you fake it | AggressiveWhenStartled (AO3)

steve x bucky

“Ned,” Peter said, like a drowning man sighting land. “Ned. Captain America and the Winter Soldier are fake dating right now and it is the most painfully awkward and obvious thing I have ever seen, all of us want to die, Ned.”

things my heart used to know | Nightwing11 (AO3)

steve x bucky

In a world where soulmates can communicate telepathically with their partners, Steve Rogers has always had Bucky Barnes with him, a calming voice in a sea of turmoil. And, when Bucky falls off the train during World War II, Steve experiences deafening silence for the first time.

Now, after crashing a plane in the Arctic to save the world and being frozen for 70 years, Steve’s still trying to figure out how to live without Bucky there. His new friends are trying to help him adjust, to move on. And he thought he was doing better, he really did.

So, why is he suddenly hearing Bucky’s voice again?

catfish | @buckmebxrnes (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers is a famous movie star, known for his role as Captain America. Bucky Barnes is a bored law student who drinks too much wine. Bucky gets on match.com to boost his confidence. What he doesn't expect is a guy using Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating profile. Bucky decides to mess with the guy. After all, what idiot uses Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating site?

Not like it's really him, right? Bucky may need more wine.

let's go have fun | @sebastanbucky

steve x bucky

“Nat wanted me to-” Nat clears her throat and he rolls his eyes. “I wanted to tell you something.” He looks at Steve with a look he hopes says ‘play along’. “Okay. What did you want to tell me?” Bucky has to take a deep breath to keep from laughing again, it helps with his performance as Nat nods encouragingly at him. “I’m gay.” He says, making his voice sound shaky and weak.

the way you came around | sokaless (AO3)

steve x bucky

After a while, Bucky says, “You know, this song sounds like it was written for you.” “That's funny,” Steve remarks. “I chose it because it reminded me of you.” Steve gives Bucky an iPod full of his favourite songs from the 21st century to help him deal with his nightmares. Bucky has a new mission- to find out who Steve is in love with, because there are a few too many unrequited love songs on that iPod.

stuck on you | wearing_tearing (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“Bucky? You don’t look so hot.”

Bucky makes a tiny little sound in the back of his throat, only to start coughing. Of course he doesn’t look hot. He’s sick and he’s dying and Steve obviously isn’t attracted to him.

you have the place next to my place | justanotherStonyfan (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

prompt: “We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU

Captain America helps the Vet next door.

you’ve got (30) new matches | williamkaplans (AO3)

steve x bucky

When everyone finds out Steve's bi thanks to Bucky's recovering memories, Natasha kicks up her match-making into high gear. Steve has zero luck, but Natasha won't give up, especially when Sam (jokingly) suggests online dating. It isn't long before Steve finds someone, a someone who seems eerily familiar.

perfectly right wrong number | melonbutterfly (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

It all starts because Steve is too dumb to handle his smartphone.

A wrong number AU in which Bucky Barnes doesn't enter Steve's life (meaning: Bucky wasn't born until the eighties, but Steve is still Captain America) until Steve accidentally dials the wrong number. Wherein there is a lot of texting, some advice via Natasha and Darcy, a bit of pining, and a first date in an amusement park. Oh, and on top of being a disabled veteran, Bucky is a professional catwalker. Literally.

put your number in my phone | MacksDramaticShenanigans (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve tucks his phone back into his pocket and turns back to the computer. He only has to click a few times before he finds the link to the questionnaire and opens it, inputting the participant number before hitting next. The beginnings of the consent form fills the page, and all Steve has left to do now is wait for the participant— one James Barnes, according to the website— to show up.

Thankfully, Steve doesn’t end up having to wait very long. James Barnes shows up ten minutes early and knocks on the door before cracking it open and peeking in.

“Oh, hi,” he says, when he spots Steve sitting at the desk. He pushes the door open all the way and steps into the room just as Steve spins in the chair to face him.

“Um, I’m, uh, a bit early, but I’m here for the decision making study,” James continues, clear blue eyes flickering around the room before landing on Steve again. The skin between his eyebrows crinkles up a little, and god, Steve probably shouldn’t find his uncertainty as cute as he does. “Am I in the right place?”

wouldn’t it be nice | MacksDramaticShenanigans (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

"You are never going to believe what just happened," Bucky bemoans, shaking his head. He's at Steve's side in a moment and doesn't bother to give any warning before he dramatically falls into Steve's lap. Steve just barely manages to save his book from getting squashed.

"What is it?" Steve asks, matching Bucky's dramatic tone. "What am I not going to believe?"

"I just got off the phone with Natasha," he starts. "She cancelled on me!" Bucky throws his arms up, nearly smacking Steve in the face in the process.

Steve carefully places his hand on Bucky's forearm and lowers it away from his face.

"You're kidding," he says, a frown curving onto his lips at the news.

"I wish I was," he sighs. Bucky presses his lips together into a disappointed line and deflates against the back of the couch, slinking down Steve's thighs a little. "Who goes to Coney Island alone? How pathetic is that?"

Steve snorts, earning a glare from Bucky, and pats Bucky's thigh. "Aw, don't be such a sourpuss, Buck," he says. "Who said anything about going alone?"

all jokes aside | darksknight (AO3)

steve x bucky

"Before we know it Banner’s gonna be makin’ insinuations.” (Everyone "jokes" about Steve and Bucky being in a relationship until, eventually, they admit that they are.)

barnes & rogers and the goddamn truth

steve x bucky (teacher au)

There are three well-known facts at Shield High:

1. The history teacher Mr. Barnes is a stone-cold terror, and it’s not even because he only has one arm. 2. The other history teacher, Mr. Rogers, is a mysterious enigma, and it’s something to do with the body of a Greek God and contradicting stories of his past. (They’re all rumours, anyway.) 3. Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers hate each other.

Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.

in the shadows | DragonWannabe (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Five times they thought they were almost caught, one time someone found out, and one time they didn't have to hide.

OR:

Bucky and Steve grew up in a time when people like them went to jail.

single and looking | Jaiden_S (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

"Bucky held his place with his index finger and turned the magazine over to check the date on the cover. It was brand new, just out this month. An unexpected cord of anxiety tightened in Bucky’s chest. Single and looking? Frantically, he flipped back to the article. What exactly was Steve looking for? According to the article, Steve’s dream girl should be intelligent, altruistic, well-versed in current events and have a wicked sense of humor. Oh, and he had a thing for high heels and red lipstick. Bucky’s stomach churned as he re-read the article. Was that really what Steve wanted? Make-up and stilettos?"

A slightly sappy tale of two utterly besotted super-soldiers who excel at miscommunication.

these american dreams (ain’t no white picket fences left for me) | kariye (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

In which Bucky has a house, a dog, an herb garden, and a serious case of insomnia. Welcome to Havensport, Indiana (population 8,294), where Tom’s Neighborhood Grocer stays open all night, little old ladies call the car shop to get their refrigerators repaired, and the heat of summer days and the length of summer nights can make you think that this perfect world will last forever.

i’ve been careless with a delicate man | paraxdisepink (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Steve lets SHIELD think he and Bucky were boyfriends so they’ll let him see the Winter Soldier in medical.

knock on wood | 74days (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers lives a quiet, steady life, until his next door neighbour moves in and starts having incredibly energetic sex every night. All Steve wants is for him to move his bed away from the wall so the damn headboard doesn't knock a hole through his wall.

progressively bigger keys | spinawren (AO3)

steve x bucky

“A very little key will open a very heavy door.” ― Charles Dickens, Hunted Down

Steve and Bucky, it appears, have less need for a key and more use for a battering ram in trying to come out of the closet.

(The one where Steve tries to do one thing (one thing!) without causing a national ruckus, but the press are determined to see Bucky as Steve's best friend. And nothing more.)

stucky discover gay rights | Alicia_Borealis (AO3)

steve x bucky

“Then, why-” Steve stopped himself and looked at Bucky, who had tears rolling freely down his cheeks. “We’re- we’re not sick?”

“Wait, what?” Tony asked.

“Being a homosexual, it isn’t… wrong?”

The story of how Steve Roger's loved and lost Bucky, then how he got him back and then how he realised he was allowed to love him after all.

thursday nights with bucky barnes | Ellessey (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve has a comfortable, well-worn routine for his Thursday nights, until the old man who runs the laundromat breaks his hip.

Then Steve has Bucky instead.

to seek a nood-er world | jehans (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Send noodz

Steve has been staring at his phone for the last six minutes, eyes narrowed so much they’re almost closed at this point, trying to figure out what the hell Bucky means. Noodz? What the fuck are noodz?

Listen, Steve is at least marginally aware of modern pop culture. He’s heard of nudes — not that nudes are exactly a modern invention; artists have been creating them for millennia — and he does know that people tend to misspell words to be cute or funny. They did that when he was young, too. Because time is a flat circle, apparently.

But, wait—does that mean…?

No. Not possible. Bucky isn’t asking Steve to send him…nudes.

Right?

tied ‘round your throat | sleepypercy (AO3) (18+)

police officer steve x serial killer bucky

Steve's a small-town police officer trying to track a serial killer who's been in Steve's bed the whole time.

much tattoo about nothing | Deisderium (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

Turns out tattoos give Steve boners.

the perfect man | Ellessey (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Setting up a dating profile is decidedly not in Bucky's skill-set, but against all odds he manages to connect with someone who makes the one-night stand he thought he wanted feel like not nearly enough.

kiss me and take off your clothes | steveandbucky (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers is dared to send a dick pic to a blog which critiques dick pics (run by none other than Bucky Barnes). Hilarity ensues.

i can’t dare to dream about you anymore | steveandbucky (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve considers himself to be a pretty open-minded guy, which is why he can't quite understand why he feels so uncomfortable whenever he sees his gay roommate kissing guys. He's not homophobic, but how else can he explain the way his stomach twists at the sight?

It takes him a while to catch on.

exam room b | steveandbucky (AO3)

modern steve x nurse bucky

“Wait, what do you mean he asked for me?”

“He asked if the cute male nurse with the ponytail was working today. I assume he meant you.”

kickstart my heart | Kalee60 (AO3) (18+)

doctor steve x modern bucky

Bucky’s Wednesday wasn’t off to a great start. Not only did he wake up in a hospital with his annoyed best friend staring down at him, his treating Doctor just happened to be way too familiar, and the reason for that was slightly mortifying.

With misunderstandings in the air, a snarky nurse who is a pain in his butt and the ugliest neck brace known to man attached to his body. There was no way his Wednesday was ever going to improve. Could it?

you make me feel.. | kalika_999 (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

All Steve wanted was to take a breather, decompress after a mission and go out for a jog in the rain. He wasn't expecting to hide out in a bookstore filled with new and used books or that the employee that worked there thought he was an absolute loser and didn't even realize he was insulting Captain America.

nothing in the world that could stop it | rainbow_nerds (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky just wanted to send his best friend a picture of his cat being an idiot while he was taking a bath. Was it really his fault for forgetting the full length mirror right opposite the tub?

rescue me and hold me in your arms | 74days (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky is on the worst date of his life, and what he really needs of for this waitress to get the message he's sending her with his mind to rescue him. She doesn't, but she does send someone to extract him from a night of torture...

odd ways | peterbparker (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“And it would have been an amazing night with my son if he wasn’t distracted by the hot guy on the other side of the room,” Sarah sighed, shaking her head. “He’s been looking over at you for the past fifteen minutes.”

Bucky choked on the mouthful of beer he had just taken.

“What?” he croaked. Things were starting to make a little more sense now.

“Right?” Sarah said, waving her hand towards her son. “He completely ignored my garden stories because he’s been making eyes at you so I decided to come over and introduce myself.”

series

rare is this love (keep it covered) | @musette22 (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

It’s 2014. Captain America has been out of the ice for three years and is trudging along, saving the world and trying to get used to living in the future. Steve thinks he knows how the rest of his life is going to pan out – a life of duty, which he chose when he signed up to be Erskine’s science experiment. But then, he meets Bucky Barnes: the out-of-this-world-gorgeous mechanic and war vet, who turns Steve’s life upside down and makes him question everything he thought he knew. Slowly, Steve comes to realize there is more to life than duty and punching Nazis. Just one problem though: how on earth does a 96-year-old virgin who only just realized he may not be entirely straight make the transition from crush to relationship? Cue healthy amounts of self-doubt, awkward flirting, pretty blushing, existential crises, emotional growth, and maybe, possibly, a sexual awakening.

coming up easy | @musette22 (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“Listen, I was just thinking,” Steve says, his face open, eyebrows raised in a tentatively hopeful expression. “Why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I’ve got an office that I barely use, and a change of scenery might do you good, right? Help you beat that writer’s block?” With a crooked smile, he adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

While Bucky would normally crack a joke about how that’s exactly what a serial killer would say, right now, all he can do is blink at Steve in surprise, heart tripping over itself in his chest. Steve wants him to come and stay at his place. In Massachusetts. Just the two of them.

"Oh," Bucky croaks. "I- Wow."

“I mean, no pressure,” Steve says hastily. “Totally fine if you don’t wanna. I just thought I’d offer, in case it might help, y’know?”

“Yeah.” Bucky ignores the little voice in his head that sounds an awful lot Nat and Becca, telling him he’s setting himself up for heartbreak. “I mean, if you’re sure, that would be amazing.”

4 minute window | @cesperanza

steve x bucky

"Look, if they catch me," Bucky muttered, "they're either going to kill me or they're going to put me in a box with a little window and—Steve, I can't."

swapped | writeonclara (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

if u wanted my number u couldve just asked

u didnt have to steal my whole phone ;)

Steve stared down at his phone, confused. He didn't recognize the number – except, oh wait, he really did. That was his number. On his phone.

He flipped the phone over, then slid one hand down his face. Not his phone.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

[stupid fucking] brooklyn hipster bros | relenaflanel (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky's mother gives him an ultimatum. Bucky doesn't respond well.

All Barneses are stubborn assholes, Steve observes, as though he doesn't see the irony of calling someone else stubborn. Or an asshole.

And Bucky can't even deny he is a total asshole for lying to his mother about dating Steve just so he doesn't have to bring someone else to her wedding, but damn if he's not going to give the lie everything he has.

brought to brightness | eyres (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

Army veteran Bucky Barnes has fallen in love with Steve, a guy he met online a few months after he returned from Afghanistan. Only problem is, he doesn't know Steve's last name or even what he looks like.

When his sister helps him send his story into MTV's Catfish, he's hoping they can help him meet Steve or, at least, let him move on with his life if Steve isn't real. Little does he know, Steve and Captain America have more in common than just a first name.

slide to answer | relenaflanel (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

"What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.

“Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”

how to woo the winter soldier | writeonclara (AO3)

steve x bucky

“I think I’m ready to date again,” Steve said.

“What,” Natasha said.

“What?” Clint said, lowering his binoculars. He blinked at the dumbstruck look on the Captain’s face, then followed his gaze to where he was staring dopily at—at the Winter fucking Soldier.

“Steve, no,” Clint groaned.

Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

all these things that i’ve done | @not-withoutyou

steve x bucky

Steve was the patron saint of waiting too long. Bucky was atoning for his sins. Maybe they’d both been forsaken, abandoned by the light. Maybe they’d find a way back to each other again.

Post civil war, if things had gone differently.

find a way (to make it back home) | belwrites (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (college au)

Fresh off a year abroad, Head Resident Assistant Steve Rogers finds his senior year of college to be full of changes, and he's not just talking about the growth spurt. He's more concerned with the fact that his best friend...isn't talking to him? Is dating his ex? May or may not be missing an arm?

In which Steve has no fucking clue what's going on, but he's trying, Bucky learns how to communicate with his best friend again, and everyone quietly panics about the future.

is it pretending if i already want you? | OhCaptainMyCaptain (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they're never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event

the roommate | layersofart, Niitza (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.

It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

dear mr. postman | odetteandodile (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve and Bucky revive an old friendship, get married (but totally just as friends, for reasons), and navigate a few of the many trials of the heart that come with falling in love with your best friend.

fate will play us out | steveandbucky (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

Bucky has landed himself a job with Stark Industries. He doesn't know yet that the job is actually being the PR manager for the Avengers.

Bucky has also started dating Steve Rogers. He also doesn't know yet that Steve is Captain America.

Bucky's life is about to get a whole lot more exciting.

the avengers hate club | notebooksandlaptops (AO3)

pop star steve x modern bucky

Bucky falls hopelessly for Steve and starts an Avengers hate club with the lead singer of the Avengers.

songbird | chicklette (AO3) (18+)

modern steve x musician bucky

At 43, James Barnes is a washed up old man. He’s got a dozen Grammys in the hall closet, an agent that can’t get him a deal, a decade-old case of writer’s block, a moody teen-aged daughter, and the gorgeous actress Natasha Romanova for an ex-wife. Well, one of them anyway. He’s a man who’s given up on finding joy in his life, and if it wasn’t for his kid, he’d have probably found a way to quit the world a long time ago.

Enter Steven Grant Rogers, struggling twenty-something, orphan, and someone who has no idea who Barnes is, other than some musician his mom liked a lot. The two men meet by accident, doing nothing more than passing the time in a quiet bar. But when a pap gets a shot of the two men embracing, Bucky takes it as a chance to finally come out as bisexual, and his agent makes him a proposition: Ten new songs and one very sweet boyfriend will get him a new record deal that will maybe, just maybe put him back on top.

Now all he has to do is write the songs, convince the kid, and not fall in love. Should be easy, right?

the right partner | LeeHan (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x ws bucky

Steve meets a beautiful man with a bright laugh on a sunny day in Italy. Captain America meets the elusive Winter Soldier moments later.

Date Bucky Barnes. Defeat the Winter Soldier. Bring down Hydra. How hard could it be?

#stucky fic #stucky fic recs #steve x bucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers

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haravath0t · 3 years ago

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Change Partners

(pics not mine but layout is)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 4K

Warning(s): none, just fluff!

To end off my 200 followers celebration with a bang, we have this cute fluffy fic with our lovely Steve Rogers for our wonderful Mina! ( @lookiamtrying ) I haven’t written Steve in the longest time and felt like it was only fitting this request would be having Steve in it with reader! As always, I hope you enjoy your time reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Thank you once again for letting my overly romantic ass write this mess.

(Gif not mine)

You shouldn’t have listened to Natasha.

You should have backed out when you had a chance.

“Come on, Y/N, you should try this, you owe this to yourself! You’ve been out of that last relationship for a good two years.”

“Yeah, Nat, but you know there’s a reason why I haven’t gotten back into the dating world, you know!”

“Listen, I hated that guy, he was an ass, but listen, you’ve been working on yourself, and I know you deserve that type of guy that can take care of you the way you take care of everyone else! Just… maybe dip your toes in for a bit.” She tells you as she sits down on the couch across from you, her eyes looking into yours as a pout forms on your face.

“Fine,” you huff out after a bit of silence. “Fine, let’s find a dress then and try this out.” You give in, getting up as the redhead smirks in excitement for you.

“Great. He’s a friend of Laurie’s from the hospital down the block, a cardiologist, so good money. I think he can be your type, not that bad looking. Hm, okay this dress,” She rambles, taking a good hard look in your closet and picking out a simple yet beautiful dress that suits you perfectly. “Anyways, you gotta meet them at that Italian bistro across the street from Starbucks. I’ll text the address to you while you get ready.”

You regret even encouraging that conversation with her, for you were now in the bistro on the table that was reserved under Natasha’s name, sipping on red wine, alone. You looked at the time on your phone.

7:43 PM

“Brooklyn Bridge?” You hear yourself speak, feeling a heat rush in your cheeks and neck when you see the man jump in surprise in his seat at the sound of your voice. You were quick to apologize as the man fumbled around with his pen and napkin, trying to give you a better view of the sketch from his booth.

“The one and only,” He smiles shyly, a little pink starting to become prevalent on his ears and cheeks. “Just only trying to find something to do while I wait for my date.”

You smile softly, chuckling even, at the mention of the word. “You’re on a date too, huh?”

The man chuckled and nodded. “I am… not a fan of these, but I’m hoping tonight changes that way of thinking. Where’s your date?”

Your smile falters at the question being thrown back at you, but you shrug. “I… have no idea. My friend had set me up on a blind date who said I’d meet him here. 30 minutes later and he is still a no show.”

He only shrugs back, the kind smile still evident. “Well, I must apologize on behalf of men like that. I guarantee you we aren’t all like that. A dame like you shouldn’t be left hangin’ like this.” You chuckle at this as you finish the remains of red wine in your glass.

“Oh, if that’s the case, I should apologize, because I assure you women aren’t always leaving guys hanging either. Believe me.”

Before the man can get another word in the conversation, a woman has approached his booth, making you practically watch them embrace before the woman settles down. You were quick to ask for a refill of wine, trying your best not to look back at the man on a date.You sighed to yourself, wishing that you even got to have at least his name. Maybe you could have talked about that wonderful drawing of his. A part of you even wondered if you would be able to somehow switch places with that beautiful woman sitting across from him.

The contemplation of that possibility would only be crushed by the tall man in front of you who had been led by a waiter to where you were at. You two were quick to greet each other and exchange names, settling down as the man was quick to call a waiter for a drink. You took a good hard look at the man, he definitely looked like the type to be in the profession he was in. Natasha wasn’t kidding when she said this man would probably be put together. Indeed he was suited for the occasion, he was dressed quite nicely, had his hair gelled nicely too. Off the bat however, the way he hadn’t even apologized for the lack of punctuality had already made you irritated and offended.

“So, um, how was your day?” You questioned, a desperate attempt on your end to create conversation. The man, Aaron, he was called, only would give small responses. “Doing okay, got off of my shift. You?” or “Ah…” or “Okay”. Five minutes for once had felt like an eternity. This man’s eyes were glued onto his phone while you stared at him, waiting for a response. You gave up 10 minutes later after yet again another set of short responses would be what you receive after a set of questions. He wouldn’t talk to you no matter how much you tried to get him to. There was no way you were gonna pay a bill after eating with a guy like him. You opted to get away before the waiter would ask for food.

“Sorry, Aaron. I’ll be back, I’m gonna use the bathroom.” You cough, standing up to get your belongings and scooting out the booth. It only irritated you even more when a grunt was his response, his thumbs continuing to tap at his phone. On your walk to the bathroom, you quickly determined that this wasn’t worth it, texting Natasha.

“Guy’s an arrogant asshole. Snapped his fingers at the waiter for champagne, won’t even talk to me, just bad vibes everywhere.”

You watched the typing bubble appear on your screen as you entered the bathroom only to get a text seconds later. After washing your hands, you read the text.

“Darn, Laurie thought this one would be your type, alright. Sorry for that trouble, babe. If you wanna get away you can. Just text me if you need anything.”

“No sweat, Nat, I’m gonna get something to drink from the bar and then go home, maybe crash at home with a good sleep after. Thanks anyway.” Is what you text before putting your phone away in your purse, not hesitating to seat yourself at a barstool, ordering a light drink. You sighed to yourself, frustrated at the fact that you let that tiny spark of optimism grow throughout the day, only to be disappointed after.

“A French 75, please.” You hear a deep voice say next to you. That sounded familiar. You turned to your right to see the same blond man from earlier, his eyes looking right at your shocked ones. “Mind if I join you, ma’am?” Afraid that words would fail, you nodded, gulping as you took the man in up close for the first time. He smiled gratefully, visibly making himself comfortable at the seat next to yours.

You were trying so hard not to drool over this man.

He wore a fitted blue dress shirt, sleeves rolled up his forearm with black pants to pair with it. The man was fit for sure, but the kind face of his was something you could not tear your eyes away from. He had a nice smile, you noted. Everything about him looked nice, to pair with the fact that he was nothing but polite to you. Sounded like a dream to just be near him, as it felt like you were looking at the type of man that you would daydream about.

“French 75, huh? Never heard of that one.” You speak up, smiling at him.

He shrugs, the smile remaining. “Well, it’s an old drink, suppose folks like me are familiar with that. What did you order?”

You smiled, surprised that he had yet again asked for your input on something simple. “I ordered a margarita.”

“Ahh, nice choice. I suppose we’re here for the same reason.”

“Bad date” You two had said, making you both laugh.

“She looked pretty and pretty nice! What went wrong?” You asked, thanking the bartender as he handed you your drink.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Oh man, she has an attitude. That alone irritated me. Tried to keep a conversation with her but I don’t think it worked well. Pretty self-absorbed. What brought you here and not with that well-put together guy?”

You snorted. “Oh man, I was talking to a brick wall. Whenever he talked, he was just as stuck up as your date seems to be. So much for trying a blind date.” He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he thanked the waiter and drinking his French 75. “Oh, I agree alright. I have quite the history of doing badly at dates. Best friend hates me for it. He managed to get me to try out that blind date thing with that dame over there. Didn’t end well.”

You let out the first genuine laugh of the night, raising your glass. “Toast to us losers.”

His smile only widened, his pearly white teeth showing as he did the same. “To losers.” After taking a sip of his drink, he looks at you. “So, am I allowed to know the name of the loser I happened to have this lovely conversation with?”

You laugh again. It made the man feel a fluttering sensation in his stomach, a pleasing one that made him wanna keep making you laugh again. He smiled wider when you told you your name. “A lovely name for a lovely dame. Wait, that's too soon to say. I mean not that you aren’t lovely, you are lovely, a very lovely dame. With a… pretty name… lovely dame and lovely dame.” He responds, mentally criticizing himself for not putting up a smooth and coherent response. However, the criticism was shut down when he heard your shy giggle, watching as you covered your face. Boy, did you look cute doing it all, he would think to himself. “Sorry,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his head.

“Oh, goodness you did nothing wrong! Don’t apologize! I’m just not the type to hear these things from people.”

“But you should. It’s the truth Y/N, you seem like a lovely lady. You look lovely tonight.”

“Well… thank you… I appreciate it.” You meant that, it took you almost a good two hours to get this look together, and it made you upset that Aaron did not even acknowledge it, let alone you in general. “Oh! What may your name be? I can’t believe I hadn’t asked earlier, sorry!”

He waved his hand off at you with a smile. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m Steve. Steve Rogers.”

That name rings a bell, doesn’t it? Oh well.

You smile, extending your hand. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Steve.”

The conversation while finishing your respective drinks was natural, learning that Steve liked to draw on his free time. He also liked to enjoy his free time whenever he could, especially with the demands of his job (which he spoke vaguely about).

“Well, what about you, Y/N? What do you do and what do you like to do in your free time?”

You smiled, not realizing how easily you started to talk about you and your hobbies, not even noticing Steve’s attentive stare or his kind smile as he listened to you. He noted the glow you had in your eyes, one that held your passions and your joy, a rarity that he’d see nowadays. He couldn’t help but wonder if this night can slow down so he can get more chances to watch that spark go off much more often.

“I like to sketch or paint too, actually. I’ve liked to keep that hobby up since I learned in high school. It’s fun to me. I also like to go places, like theme parks, maybe some nice parks. Oh! I love having ramen and then having a good walk in before unwinding. Ramen’s my comfort food.” He hears you express, allowing a lightbulb in his head to turn on.

“Say, I don’t think I’ve had ramen. What do you say about having dinner then a little walking to see the Brooklyn Bridge?” He hears himself say. He sees you smile from ear to ear.

“Really?! You’re up for that?” you gasp in excitement, heart pounding at the suggestion. You smile wider when you see him nod. “Ooh, if that’s the case, let’s do it.”

After a little bickering, you unwillingly let Steve pay the little bill for the two drinks. You two were now outside, walking with your hand holding his forearm as the cool breeze met your skin. Avoiding the butterflies, you held his hand and picked up your pace as you led him to your favorite ramen place in the city. Steve, unbeknownst to you, was beaming, watching your body burst with joy at the thought of food. He admired the way your body practically skipped as you briskly walked, he quickly took notice of how comfortable it felt to have your smaller hand holding his. He felt as if he could take away that stern facade, take away any attempt of being an ounce like good ol’ Buck. For once, he didn’t feel like a dame like you first saw Captain America and jumped at the chance. He then wondered: did you recognize who he was? He didn’t complain though, for you were already entering the ramen place, attitude more upbeat in contrast to your restrained behavior that he saw back in the bistro with your old date.

You were surprised when Steve had let go of your hand in order to pull out your chair. “Well, thank you. Chivalry isn’t dead after all,” You tease before thanking him again, sitting down and getting the menu in front of you.

“Well, I gotta prove to you that I’m not like all men.” He quips at you with a smile before looking at the menu.

“You’re already making the night better, trust me.”

“A surprise considering this is the longest I’ve been with a woman in a long time.”

You look at him confused. “What?! Why? You’ve been so nice tonight and you seem pretty laid back.”

He lets out a chuckle in response. “Couldn’t make it to my last date. Think I’m too old fashioned for the way the dating world is nowadays.”

“Oh, come on, a gentleman didn’t hurt anybody. I think you’ve been sweet so far.”

Soon, the talk of art would pop up after finding yourselves curious at how you two can draw. That led to a small little game of doodling simple objects from around the restaurant on a napkin. Then each other. It was apparent you haven’t drawn people in a long time, for the failed proportions of your sketch of Steve made him turn red from laughing.

It felt like time barely passed when you both got your bowls of ramen. It felt like you two only blinked and the bowls were now finished. You now found yourself walking out, arms linked as the blond man as a proud smile adorns his face after being able to pay for the both of you. It felt like it was just you two in your own little world, talking freely as if you two had Brooklyn to yourselves. Even the Brooklyn Bridge didn’t matter, as you two found the conversation to be twice as important. He had noticed you clinging onto his arm a bit tighter, the breeze causing you to shiver, although you tried your best to hide it.

“Say, Y/N, why don’t I walk ya home? It definitely is getting cold.” You nodded and sighed, internally yelling at yourself for getting cold so easily as you gave him the directions.

“Oh, I live around there, this should be no issue.” He told you, as he walked you both back, giving you his leather jacket to put on you with your coat over it. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you two walked in comfortable silence, feeling the exhaustion of the night start to settle over you. You sighed as you saw your apartment complex in view.

“This one’s it, Steve.” You get confused as Steve looks at you in shock before a small laugh leaves his lips. “What is it?”

He only shakes his head. “What floor?” He asks, the grin on his face only growing.

“Sixth floor.” You respond as he opens the door for you, watching as the man raises his eyebrows.

“That’s funny, this is where I live too, on the same floor.”

“No way!” you gasp in excitement as you press the up button on the elevator.

“I’m not lying. I live in 6C.” He smiles shyly as he realizes how excited he sounds to be in the same building as you. He watches you let out a loud laugh as you enter the elevator, pressing on the 6th floor. “What?”

You say nothing, only snickering as you hold his hand. You two walked out of the elevator, leaving him no choice but to follow you and stopped when you did. He put two and two together and let out yet another genuine laugh. You were in 6B.

“So you’re telling me, I ditched a blind date… to go on a date with my neighbor.” You say between giggles, crossing your arms. “Who would have thought?”

“It’s an amazing coincidence,” Steve starts off, trying to think of the right words to say to you, reluctant to end the conversation. “But, I’m glad it happened. I...I had fun,” He confesses, voice audibly softer and shy compared to the conversations you two held earlier. He watched as you slightly swayed side to side, looking down with a shy smile before you looked at his eyes once again.

“That makes the two of us. Thank you.. For all this. You really made what would have been a horrible night to...to one of the best ones I’ve had in a while.” You confess back, feeling your heart pounding faster and faster. “I’d love to have more time with you in the future.” You add hesitantly, afraid you have stepped the boundary. However, that was immediately pushed aside as you see him shake his head. “Oh, you already beat me to it.” You hear him say. “Well, I’m glad to know we are both only a knock away.” You only smile and nod in agreement. Things could not get any better than this.

“OH!” You gasp, hurrying to take off your coat. “I gotta give this ba-”

“No, have it for the night.”

You look at him in surprise. “What?! No, it’s yours!”

You see a tint of pink on his cheeks and ears again for the second time that night, his hands shoved into his pockets. “You can give it back, maybe when we have a cup of coffee tomorrow?” He offers, causing you to practically beam at him, your head already nodding before you can speak. He smiles in relief and nods. “Right… well...I’ll let you go for the night.”

“Right,” you nod, fumbling to take out your keys. You stopped, the feeling of your heart pounding and the butterflies and your mind swirling washing over you. It wanted to burst,

“Wait.” You say, causing Steve to stop in his tracks and look at you. You held his forearm for balance, going on your tippy toes to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, feeling the heat on your cheeks and torso as you planted yourself back on the ground. “Just to give you something to look forward to alongside the coffee,” you whisper, the confidence dwindling from your uncharacteristic move.

Steve, however, felt as if he was on cloud 9. He wanted to do something, anything, to show you how much he was looking forward to your future encounters. He was hoping he wouldn’t smile so much that his lip would split as well as hoping his heart wouldn’t rip out of his body, based on how fast it was beating. “M-May I… May I give you a bit of incentive to agree to coffee?” He asks back, causing your eyebrows to raise slightly, a shy smile forming on your lips.

“Sure.”

He shakily cups your cheek, surprised at how natural and right it felt to have your cheek cupped in his palm. He slowly leaned down, eyes searching yours to see whether you’d reject it at the last second. But your eyelids were fluttering shut, causing him to do the same as he lightly and slowly planted his lips on yours.

It was as if time had stopped, the fluttering sensation that you two had expected to cease had only increased, your hearts practically booming as your lips danced slowly with his. He couldn’t get over how soft your lips were, how they were perfectly molded with his. Your perfume, your hand buried in his hair, the mere feeling of your lips against his, the mere presence of you, had intoxicated him. It was when you two needed to gasp for air that you had opened your eyes, realizing that you both had gotten in an intimate embrace. You drank in the sight of Steve, lips now tinted slightly from your lipstick, slightly swollen from the kiss you two just shared, his pupils now blown from the act of intimacy.

“You gave me quite a good thing to look forward to there, Steve.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, his pearly whites now showing. “Well, I assure you, as long as you are willing, this won’t be the last-”

“Rogers, did you just kiss my roommate?” You two jumped away from each other, seeing that your apartment door was now open with Natasha smirking in the doorway, arms crossed.

“What a way to greet us, Romanoff.”

“I assume you two had a good time.” She starts, smirking at you. “Suppose the good things just fall into place huh, Y/N?” You only gulp and nod, eyes burning holes into the ground. Steve can only clear his throat.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” He squeaks out before telling you two goodnight and making his way into his apartment.

You two mutter it back before Nat lets you in. You are quick to toe off your shoes and hang your coat.

“No wonder you haven’t been answering my texts back. You were on a date with my damn coworker.” You hear Nat say.

“Coworker?!”

“Yeah, co-worker!”

Your eyes widened at the realization.

You just went on a date with Steve Rogers. You kissed Steve Rogers.

Natasha looked at you incredulously. “Oh come on now, Y/N, as a nurse in med bay, you didn’t realize this earlier?!”

Your jaw drops as you opt to sit on the couch, your face clearly showing your shock. Your flustered and shocked eyes meet Natasha’s.

"Y/N!"

“Oh my god I’m stupid.”

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caws5749 · 4 years ago

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hiiii for dwn can i request 12 from the fluff prompts and giggly cuddles, ty! :)))

Drunk Writing Night!

A/N: well, the folks would say im nearly drunk. I’ve had the best birthday, and that says a lot. (I even just made a post about it). Thank you my loves, you truly are the world <3

“What’s that you’re working on?” Natasha asked, casually making her way into the living room.

“Nothing,” you responded hurriedly, shoving your iPad under your legs.

“What is it, Y/N?” Her voice was soothing, curious, and innocent, yet you were nervous. She’d never seen your art before.

“It’s just something I was working on,” you said quietly, averting her gaze.

“I’d love to see it, if you’re okay with that.”

After careful consideration, you’d decided that if you were going to show your artwork to anyone, it was going to be her. Pulling out the iPad, you opened up to your latest work in progress.

“Is that a drawing of me?” she asked, her eyes going wide.

“If I said yes, would you freak out?”

“No, I- Y/N, that’s incredibly, babe. I can’t believe you’re drawing me,” Nat answered, her voice no more than a whisper. Her lips couldn’t seem to form anything other than a smile, causing your heart to soar.

“I love you,” she added, finally taking her eyes off your drawing and letting them move to your face.

“I love you too.”

“If you want to keep working on it, I wouldn’t object,” Natasha smirked, taking her seat next to you on the couch. You laughed, adjusting your body to accommodate her and your iPad. You sketched for a few minutes as she watched, playing with your hair and pressing kisses to your shoulder.

“You’re really talented, you know that?”

“I didn’t, until now,” you admitted shyly, biting your lower lip.

“You know I can’t stand that,” Nat murmured, carefully taking your iPad and putting it on the coffee table, before pushing you down on your back and climbing on top of you. Instead of straddling you as she normally did, she laid down on top of you, pressing kisses to your face and whispering words of love. You couldn't help but giggle as her fingers roamed and her lips met yours.

“Steve’s going to walk in,” you mumbled against her lips.

“Let him.”

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fangirlinsweden · 4 years ago

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Nexus - Part 8

Part 8: Friends and moving forward

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Secrets, talk about death and loss (think that is all)

Word Count: About 4 600 words.

Summary: Y/N is a pain in the ass according to Steve. She is brought on to missions sometimes by Fury when they need help, but she is wild and does not listen to orders. She does what she wants. Now Fury has given her a place in the Avengers. And Steve is not liking it. Having to deal with her every day. He hates her. Or does he? And what is Y/N relationship with Bucky? They seem to get closer and closer.

A/N: This takes place after Avengers: Endgame, but Steve never left. Tony and Nat are still alive.

This is written for Gab’s @buckysmischief Birthday Challenge. My prompt is: “Did you bring us here to die?” “Obviously.” “I really can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”

English is not my native language and I am doing the best I can when it comes to writing.

And a big thanks to @firefly-graphics for sharing her fantastic dividers. I love them. And used one of them in this part.

Out in the hallway, you saw Clint walking towards you. “Have you seen Steve?” you asked and Clint stopped before you. “He just finished his training so I think he will be in his room,” Clint smirked at you, but you ignored him. You walked to Steve’s room and knocked on the door. “A minute,” Steve’s voice called from inside and you stood there waiting. You started to get nervous and was thinking about walking away when Steve opened the door. Judging by the look on his face he did not think it would be you outside his door. “We need to talk,” you said and lifted the letter a bit up. Steve looked down on the letter and nodded. “I think we do,” Steve agreed and let you into his room. This was the first time you had ever been there and you took a look around. On the walls were old pictures from before mixed with new pictures of the team. Steve cleared his throat behind you. “This is awkward,” he said and walked over to his sofa. He gestured for you to sit down. That was when you saw the picture of you together with Nat and Wanda on his wall. As well as a couple of pictures of you alone. Steve follows your eyes and sees what you are looking at. He blushed and looked down on the floor. “I really thought this could not get more awkward,” he mumbled and scratched his neck. “You have really confused me,” you admitted and walked over to the soffa. “How?” Steve looks over at you. “You have been a jerk, then you try to apologize so bad that I start to wonder if you have never said that you are sorry before,” you sigh and sit down on the soffa. “And then you get me a box of things to get through one of my worst days, take care of me when I am drunk, make me breakfast and,” you lift the letter so he sees. “Writes this letter and gives me this beautiful sketch of me reading one of my favorite books.” “Hmm..” Steve looks at the letter. “I actually never thought you would read that.” “When I saw that it was from you I thought about not reading it, but I figured that you deserved one more chance,” You admit. “Thank you,” Steve said and his eyes were searching your face. Probably for a clue on how you felt after reading the letter. “And know that I am truly sorry,” Steve looks down on his hands. “I don’t know what to say or do to make it up to you.” “I think the letter explained everything pretty good,” You feel yourself blushing when you think about him seeing you so drunk. “But if you had talked to me from the beginning neither of these things would have happened. I would have told you when we were both living in Brooklyn that Bucky was my grandmother's brother. I would have wanted to talk to you about memories and learnt to know Bucky through your stories.” “Why did you never tell me?” Steve looked at you again. “Because we always got interrupted when we talked,” You explained. “If it was not Sharon it was you going on a mission or I going on a mission. It was not something that I just could blurt out and then run off to do my job.” Steve nodded. “So if I would have talked to you,” He tilted his head. “Then I would have told you the truth,” You admitted and the two of you sat there in silence. You look down at the letter again. “Steve, I understand that you have feelings for me,” you bit your bottom lip. “But I... I don’t know how I feel about you. Not anymore. In Brooklyn, I would have loved to date you and I do feel a connection. But now.” Steve’s eyes met yours and he nodded. He knew what you were going to say. “I can’t just forget what you have said or how you have acted,” You moved some on the sofa. It was hard having this conversation. “I understand that,” Steve gave you a small smile. “But maybe we can start a new chapter,” You tilt your head to the side biting your lip. “A new chapter?” Steve looks at you hopeful. “Yeah, as friends and then see what happens,” You add, trying not to blush. “I like that,” Steve admits and smiles at you. “Friends?” you ask Steve and hand out your hand. He nods and takes it. Both of you ignore the fact that you hold on a bit longer to each other's hand than normal. “You were never going to tell me that you were behind the gift basket or the breakfast where you?” you asked after a while. Steve let out a laugh and shook his head. His laugh was contagious and you chuckled. “No, I did not want it to seem that I was still trying to buy your forgiveness,” His smile made something happen in your stomach. Butterflies flying in your stomach. Something that you had not felt in awhile. The two of you sit there and talk for hours. Steve talks about his childhood growing up with Bucky and you love that you get another side of the stories that Bucky has told you.

About one and a half month later:

Steve and you have been spending a lot of time together since the letter and your talk. At first it had been kind of awkward, since he had literally poured his heart out in front of you, but he seemed to understand that you needed time. He seemed happy to be just your friend. But it did not take long before he was not just your friend. Steve soon was your best friend. He was the one you went to when you needed to talk about nightmares,missing your family or Bucky being a bit too protective of you out in the field. Steve stepped up and showed you that he was serious and that he wanted to be your friend. He also showed you respect and the true side of himself. Slowly you started to understand that what your grandmother had told you about him was true. Steve was all you had been told and so much more. His smile made you weak in the knees, his laugh made your heart skip a beat and when he touched you sometimes you forgot to breathe. You had realised that you were still in love with him and that you wanted the two of you to have a future together. The problem you had was how to tell him. It was not like you could just kiss him one day. You needed to talk, but you kept getting distracted or unable to find the words when you were alone with him.

On Christmas Eve morning you walk into the kitchen to find Steve standing by the stove making pancakes. The sight makes your heart swell. All you wanted to do was go there and put your arms around him and hug him tight, but you could not do that. You were not together. You were friends and you kind of kicked yourself, because it was your fault. If you had just forgiven him instead of requesting time he would be your boyfriend. Steve was forgiven a long time ago and now you wanted to move on and move forward with him. At first you had thought about writing him a letter, like he had done for you, but then you realised that that was kind of cowardly. This was a conversation the two of you needed to have in person, but alone. Since there was nobody besides Steve in the kitchen maybe now was the right time. You walk around the counter and Steve turns around. “What is that?” Steve pointed on your shirt. “It is a Christmas Sweater,” You looked down at your sweater. Was it something wrong with it? All you could see was the smiling Rudolf that had been calling your name when you saw it in the store you were Christmas shopping in a few weeks before. “I did not take you for the Christmas Sweater type,” He chuckled, but when he saw your face and the fact that you did not laugh with him he stopped. “Talk to me, Sweetheart,” Steve said and placed his hand under your chin and lifted it up so your eyes could meet his. “I haven't had a Christmas Sweater in a couple of years. It was a family tradition with my parents to have on every Christmas Eve,” You meet his eyes even if it was hard. “But now I have a family again and that old tradition does not make me sad anymore.” Steve nodded. “You got one for me as well?” Steve smiled one of those soft smiles that made me weak in the knees. You bite your lips and nod. “And for Bucky,” you add. “Go get them,” Steve encourages you. “You don’t mind?” you ask, feeling a bit unsure. You had never talked about Christmas Sweaters with either Bucky or Steve. “No, I don’t mind,” Steve said and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You smiled at him and left the kitchen to get the sweaters. The compound was still quiet and you thought that maybe you would still have a chance to talk to Steve after you gave him the sweater, but when you got back into the kitchen Bucky was sitting at the counter. You felt a bit disappointed but when you handed Bucky his sweater and saw the teary smile he gave you, those feelings disappeared. You had made Steve and Bucky watch Home Alone and Home Alone 2 in the beginning of December and now Bucky went around saying “Merry Christmas you filthy animal”, so when you saw a green sweater with that wording on front you knew you had to buy it for Bucky. He laughed when he saw what the sweater said and pulled it over his t-shirt. “Thank you,” Bucky got up and hugged you tight. Then he looked at the other sweater still in your hand. “What do you got there?” Bucky nodded towards it in your hands. You blushed a bit. “It’s another Christmas Sweater,” You answer and look over at Steve who was still cooking breakfast. Bucky looks from you over to Steve. You walk over to Steve and hand him his sweater. For Steve you had gone more traditional with a deep blue sweater with white reindeers and some swirls and what not. Steve pulled on the sweater at once, just like Bucky then he looked down on you with a big smile on his face. “Thank you, sweetheart,” He was so close that you could almost feel his breath on your lips. Was he going to kiss you? “I love it.” He said and pressed a kiss to your check. The disappointment almost made you scream, but then you calmed yourself down. It was your fault. He was treating you with nothing but respect and doing what he promised. Being a friend. If you wanted to change that it was up to you. Steve would not do anything without knowing how you felt. Steve had turned back to the stove so you looked over at Bucky who had a big smirk on his face. He must have realised more than you thought about the Steve and you situation. Before you could say a word to Bucky the rest of the team started to come into the kitchen and you let it all drop. There were some comments on your Christmas sweatshirts and Sam had wondered if there when you said no and saw some sad faces you promised to fix it the next year.

After breakfast you promised yourself that you would talk to Steve today and hopefully he still had feelings for you. Little did you know that it would be hard to get so much as a second alone with Steve during the day. Sam talked almost everyone into having a Christmas Movie Marathon. Before Steve had answered that he wanted to watch you had thought about suggesting Steve and you take a walk, but seeing Steve's excited face about seeing Christmas Movies you decided to watch the movies as well. While Sam and Wanda were discussing what Christmas Movie to watch first, Steve took your hand and dragged you over to the soffa. He sat down and pulled you down beside him and then he put his arm around your shoulder. You leaned against him and breathed in that scent that was so much Steve. And you felt like home. Finally Sam and Wanda decided that you should see Elf first. “That is one of my favorite Christmas Movies,” You said and smiled up at Steve. “I feel like you say that about almost every Christmas Movie,” Steve teased and you shrugged. “I love Christmas,” was all you said in response and Bucky looked over at the two of you and shook his head. During the movie Sam, Wanda and you sang along in the songs and Steve just laughed at you. Bucky muttered something about not hearing the movie, but he smiled when he said it. Then Wanda turned on How The Grinch Stole Christmas with Jim Carrey and before you could say a word. “I know, it’s one of your favorites,” Steve smiled at you which made you push him a bit before cuddling in by his side again. After the Grinch Steve said he needed some air so you suggested that you take a walk. Sam, Bucky, Wanda and Nat agreed that was a great idea and once again a chance to talk to Steve alone disappeared. Everyone left to get dressed and meet by the doors.

After walking around in the winter wonderland for an hour you found yourself back at the compound. Wanda suggested making a snowman, which turned into one big snowman, about 9 feet tall. Having two super soldiers that could lift the heavy body parts helped. When you stood admiring the snowman you felt a snowball hit you in the back. You turned around to find a smiling Bucky. Steve, who apparently saw what happened, hit Bucky in the face with a snowball and then the snowball fight was on. You had not been in a snowball fight since you were in school and even then it had not been as fun as this. It was an all for one kind of snowball war, but you managed to avoid most snowballs, Sam had more problems, since he was usually going against the two super-soldiers. It seemed that both Steve and Bucky threw more snowballs at Sam than at any other team member, so you decided to help Sam. You decided to make a couple of snowballs to be prepared to go on full attack on Steve, since you figured if you distracted Steve, Sam could handle Bucky on his own. After figuring out a plan to attack Steve, you looked around and saw that he was distracted.

Steve was looking at Bucky and Sam having a snowball fight almost by themselves. He crouched down and made a snowball, but he could not decide who he was going to throw it at. Bucky or Sam? He stood up and then he felt something hit his arm. A snowball. He looked around but could not see who had thrown it on him. Then the next one hit his other arm. He turned around in that direction, but there was nobody there. Someone was messing with him. Steve decided to throw the snowball on Bucky and that’s when a snowball hit his rear. And he heard it. Her laugh. Now he knew who was. Y/N. She clearly did not know what she had gotten herself in on. Gone where the thoughts of Sam and Bucky. Steve needed to get back at Y/N. He had a feeling that she was hiding behind a three, but when he changed his position so he could see behind the tree she was not there. But another snowball hit his rear. Her laughter filled his ears again and it made him smile. Steve always loved the way her laugh filled him up and made him warm. That was when he saw her in the corner of his eye. She was sneaking to his left and his smile got a bit bigger. He took off and caught her by surprise by tackling her to the ground. They landed in a snowdrift and Y/N laughed even more. “I got you,” Steve smiled down at her face. “I can see that,” she answered and smiled up at him. His eyes found her and he could not stop staring at her. Steve could hardly breath looking down on her rosy cheeks and the snow in her hair. She was beautiful and all he wanted to do was to kiss her. That was when he got a snowball in the side of his face. He heard someone say “Oops”. Y/N started to laugh again. “You liked that?” Steve asked and she only nodded. He took a handful of snow and pressed it down the front of her jacked. Y/N yelled out at the cold and Steve chuckled. She licked her lips and started to try and get the snow out, but it was hard since Steve was still laying on top of her. Steve’s eyes were on her lips and once again he was thinking about kissing him. “Who wants hot chocolate?” Pepper yelled from the doorway. Everyone cheered and started to go back inside. Steve stood up and offered his hand to Y/N. The look on her face was hard to read, but she took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. She opened her jacket and the snow fell out. Steve took her hand and started to walk after the others.

You sat in the kitchen with everyone else getting warm again after the snowball fight. A thingel of disappointment was still in your body and mind. You had really thought that Steve was going to kiss you. Not once, but twice during the time he was on top of you. But it never happened. You looked down on the mug in your hands and then up at Steve. He was talking and laughing with Bucky and Sam. It was hard looking away from him. Nat elbowed you and you looked over at her, still half lost in thought. She moths “Are you okay?” You shrugged and looked down at your cup again. You missed how Nat looked over at Pepper and made a gesture against you and then did the same with Wanda. “Who is up for another Christmas movie?” Pepper asked and everyone was. You walked over to the sofa and sat down. Someone sat down beside you, but you did not look who it was.Tony put on The Polar Express. It made you giddy since it was one of your favorites. “Another one of your favorites?” Steve whispered in your ear and you nodded. So it was Steve who had sat down beside you. Once again he put his arm around you and pulled you close. It was hard to focus on the movie being this close to Steve and a lot of feelings and thoughts were spinning around your mind. But it was then and there you decided that you would wait to tell Steve how you feel. At least until after Christmas, you just wanted to enjoy being with your family and not wonder if Steve still loved you. And that is what you did. The whole day was spent together and no missions came up. Steve spent most of the day close by your side and it was nice.

Later that night you were tossing and turning in bed for over an hour, but sleep was not coming. So you decided to go up and make some hot chocolate. Thinking nobody else would be awake you put on a pair of fluffy socks and walked out in the hallway. It was quiet and you thought about the old Swedish poem that your grandmother used to read to you on Christmas. Only Santa is Awake by Victor Rydberg. Although when you walked into the kitchen you saw Steve standing by the window looking out and in his hands he had a cup that was steaming. You stopped and wondered if you should go back to your room, but decided to stay. “What are you doing up this late, Sweetheart?” Steve asked without turning around. How did he know it was you? Or did he call everyone Sweetheart? “I recognize the sound of your steps,” Steve said and turned around. He was about to take a sip from his cup but his hand stopped halfway to his mouth. His eyes were looking you up and down. That was when you realised you had not put on a rob or anything. Instead you were standing in front of him in your PJs. More exact your Red Christmas PJs with dancing reindeers on the pants. And the Red top with Santa that said: Merry Christmas ya filthy animal. You cleared your throat. “I could not sleep,” You said to answer Steve's question. “Why are you up?” It seemed to snap Steve out of whatever he was thinking. “The same thing,” Steve said and took a sip from his cup. “Trying to figure out what Santa has left you under the tree?” you tease him. “We both know that is more like Sam than me,” Steve winks at you. It was true. You laugh and walk around the counter to start making hot chocolate. Steve was quiet, but you could feel his eyes on you. It left a kind of tingling in your body. You hear Steve sit down at the counter, but you continue to make your hot chocolate. When you had poured yourself a cup you saw that you had done too much. “Want some?” you turned around and asked Steve. He looked down on his cup of tea and nodded. You poured another cup and handed it to him, before sitting down upside him at the counter. The silence was comfortable and you felt relaxed. You wondered if you should tell Steve how you felt, seeing as you did not think someone would interrupt you right now. But then you figured that if he still did not feel the same you did not want to be rejected on Christmas Eve.

Steve breaks the quiet after a few minutes. He started to talk about Christmas with his family, Bucky and Bucky’s family when they were younger. You hung on every word he said since you loved knowing more about it all. Hearing both about your grandmother and Bucky made you smile. You then shared stories about spending those rare Christmases with your parents when they were home on leave. After an hour of talking you could feel yourself yawning more and more. “Sweetheart, I think it is time to go to bed now,” Steve smiled at you and you nodded. You rinsed the cups and put them in the dishwasher and together you walked to leave the kitchen. Steve put his arms around your shoulder and told you he would walk you to your room.

Then all the sudden Steve stopped and stared up at the roof. His eyes were fixed on something, so you followed his sight and saw it. The both of you stood under a mistletoe. This is it. Now he had to kiss you and you could show him your feelings through a kiss and then you could talk about it. Talk about you being ready for more and hopefully he still had feelings for you. You looked at Steve and finally he looked at you. He leaned closer and your breath caught in your throat and it felt as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest. He was going to kiss you and your eyes closed. Then you felt it. His lips against your check. The disappointment screamed in your body. Again. You felt fooled. You opened your eyes and Steve smiled at you before he turned around and walked away. “I can’t believe this,” you groan. “I am in love with an idiot.” The last part just jumped out of your mouth without you meaning it to happen. Steve turned around on the support and looked at you. “Wait, what did you say?” You wanted to blush and look away, but you made yourself look at him and meet his eyes. “I said I can’t believe this,” you smiled at Steve who took a step back towards you. “No, after that,” Steve whispers out. “I am in love with an idiot,” You take a step closer to him. “You love me?” Steve wonders and takes another step closer. You were standing under the mistletoe again. “Do you see any other idiots around here?” You tilt your head feeling a bit more confident. Steve looked around the empty rooms and shocked his head. “Well, then..” Was all you got to say before Steve pulled you close and kissed you. It was good that he held you close or else you had been on the floor. His lips on yours were soft but at the same time demanding. You could feel your legs feeling like spaghetti and you put your arms around Steve’s neck. This made him pull you even closer to his body. His rock hard body. It feels like home. Steve stopped the kiss and smiled down at you. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that.” He said. You smiled at him. “Probably about as long as I have wanted to do this.” He kissed you again before lowering his forehead to yours. “I love you, Y/N,” He said and it made your heart beat faster. “I love you too, Steve,” You kissed him again and this time he took hold of your tights and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around him. Steve broke the kiss and just looked at you. “I don’t want to rush this,” He almost whispered. “Let me take you out on a date and treat you the way you deserve.” You let out a mixture of a groan and a laugh. Steve was a gentleman. “Steve, I want this. I want you. I want us,” You pressed a kiss to his lips again. “I want you to take me out on a date, but I also don’t want to wait until we can go on a date.” Steve pressed a hungry kiss to your lips again. “You need to get some sleep,” He said and started to carry you to your room. “At least, stay the night with me,” You smiled and he looked down on you. “It was my plan,” He answered and kissed you again. “I don’t want to be away from you any more than necessary and this way I can wake up tomorrow looking at the best thing that has ever happened to me.” You blushed and together you fell down on your bed. The team was in for quite the surprise the next morning.

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avengerscompound · 5 years ago

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Catch and Release - 13

Catch and Release: A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 2785

Rating: E

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo - "It's probably too late to go to the bathroom right?”

Warnings: Smut (MMF bisexual threesome. Oral sex, Anal fingering, Double penetration - vaginal and anal)

Synopsis: When you overexert yourself on a mission with Steve and Bucky, the boys admit to having fantasies that involve you. Fantasies that you share. But with one Super Soldier needs intimacy and the other is still dealing with being touch starved, exploring those desires without anyone catching feelings is a little tricky.

Chapter 13: Return to the Wild

The two weeks you had between accepting the new job in LA and actually going out there to do it, were intense. It felt that the only free time you had was when you were asleep and that had been lacking really. Hill was a hardass about you learning what you needed to know before you left, and there was a lot to learn. Even with the fact you understood the paperwork and there would be your very own AI named Jocasta there was a mountain of procedures and protocols to learn. Not to mention you were now being let into Hill’s secret underground world of moles and networks. Every workday was two to three hours more than average. Then you’d spend a couple of hours on the internet or phone organizing your things being moved into your new home and office or talking to Clint about leads that would need following when you go there.

Then when you were finally done with all that, you’d go spend time with Bucky and Steve. You’d had sex with them almost every day since talking over whether you should take the job or not. Partially the three of you were making the most of the last time you have available to you. They were your best friends and you wanted to make the last days you had together count. Even outside the sex you were eating and watching movies and playing board games. Steve sketched a picture of the three of you together to take with you while you and Bucky played Mario Kart against each other. There was the sex though, it was stupid to pretend you weren’t going up there to squeeze every last ridiculously fun drop out of the arrangement you had. This was it. Maybe when you visited New York again you might hook up, but more than like you wouldn’t. Who knew what things would be different by then anyway. They might decide to adopt a child. You might have met someone finally. It was best to act like this was the last hurrah.

Not to mention, they’d been patiently preparing you for your request. Each night there had been some anal play. First getting you used to the sensation to make sure that was definitely something you wanted, and then training you with thicker and thicker devices so when you did take one of them you’d be ready. It was something they each had experience with given how well endowed they both were and the fact until each other neither had ever been had anal sex before.

You were grateful for it. Up until now, you had led the show. It was nice seeing them being the smug ones. Well, Steve more than Bucky. Bucky was cocky whether he earned it or not.

By the time the going away party was being held on the party deck, you were exhausted. You’d attended a few parties hosted by Tony Stark, but this was the best attended you’d seen. Clint was one of the originals and everyone old and new wanted to see him off. There were people there that weren’t officially Avengers who had just worked with Clint or the team from time to time and Tony and Pepper had shown up. The room was noisy and alcohol flowed freely.

You sat at the bar watching Clint absolutely destroy anyone who came near him at darts while you nursed a drink. You didn't want to get drunk tonight. You wanted to go away tomorrow remembering absolutely everything.

“You keep an eye on my bird for me, won't you?” Natasha said coming over and stepping behind the bar. She started fixing herself a drink as she kept her eyes on Clint.

“Can I ask why you didn't take the job yourself?” You asked, turning your attention to Natasha. “I know he must have had you at the top of the list.”

Natasha gave a small shrug and dropped a cherry into her martini glass. “I'm not sure I could take orders from Clint and I would hate to undermine him,” she said. “And I know what Hill’s job entails and it's not for me. Don't get me wrong, I'd be amazing at it, but I have enough pokers in a whole slew of fires as it is, I don't want to juggle that level of responsibility too.”

“Aren't you going to miss him though?” You asked.

“Yeah, of course, I am. I'll probably end up visiting all the time anyway. And who knows? Maybe I am more codependent than I'd like to admit and I end up just joining the team,” she said swirling a stick in the shimmering pink liquid. “I did once follow a man to California. It didn't work out so well. But what about you? You're leaving your super-soldiers behind.”

You looked over to where Steve was playing a game of pool with Sam. “They aren't mine,” you said. “But yes, I'll miss them. I'm gonna miss all of you. But them especially. Steve told me you gave them the shovel talk too.”

Nat took a sip of her drink and nodded. “You all did better than I thought. I was sure by now there would have been some drama or you'd be living together.”

“They’re good people. They weren't going to hurt me. They'd have stopped it before it got that far,” you explained as you turned back to her. “And they're not mine. I've known that all along. They're my friends and they were safe but it's time to join the real world.”

Natasha smiled and raised her glass. “To losing our fuck buddies,” she said playfully.

You laughed and clinked your glass against hers.

When the party started to wrap up Natasha collected up Clint and dragged him off (though far from reluctantly) to do what you assumed was in the ballpark of what your plans were for tonight. You took it as a queue to go seek out Bucky and Steve.

They were cuddled up on a recliner looking out over the city. It was rare seeing them with their guards down so low in public, but then a lot of people had left and most of the people left were friends rather than acquaintances.

Bucky held out his hand to you when you reached them and pulled you down on top of them. “Did you have fun?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, it’s been good seeing everyone,” you agreed. “Could have done without the ‘moving forward’ speech.”

Bucky started laughing while Steve swatted your thigh. “Too bad, I’m the boss, and I’ll do as many boring speeches as I like,” Steve teased.

“You gotta get one last one before you go anyway or you’ll start missing them,” Bucky added.

You chuckled and curled in against them both. “Yeah, I’m gonna miss them. I bet Clint will give completely different speeches.”

“They’ll include puns and mentions of getting pizza after,” Bucky joked.

Bucky’s hand slid up your thigh and he nosed at your neck.

“You want to head down to bed?” Steve asked you.

“Mm… you make that sound so innocent, Stevie,” Bucky rumbled. “What she wants is to have us fuck her so hard it takes her through until next year. Isn’t that right, darlin’?”

“I wouldn’t not like that,” you said, stifling a laugh.

“Don’t be modest now,” Bucky growled against your ear. “You want to be pinned between us as we both rail into you, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm…” you hummed, wriggling on top of them.

“Alright, enough flirting,” Steve said, getting up. “We’re all sure things and we know it.”

You and Bucky followed him to the elevator. Bucky pulled you against him as you rode it down, and he kissed your neck from behind as his hands slid up under your shirt and massaged your breasts.

You moaned softly and Steve turned to you and leaned down, kissing you deeply. It was annoyingly brief though, as the elevator stopped on Steve and Bucky’s floor and the doors opened.

As soon as you got into their apartment the three of you started shedding your clothes, leaving them in a trail from the door to the bedroom.

Steve spun you to face him when you were down to just your underwear and he kissed you hungrily Bucky moved up behind you and as Steve unhooked your bra Bucky slid your panties down to the ground. Steve’s hands ran down your back to your ass and he lifted you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rolled your hips against him. He was still in his boxers and his cock pressed against you through the thin fabric.

Bucky picked up the lube from the bedside table and squeezed it on his fingers. He came up behind you and as you ground your hips against Steve as he massaged the lube on your asshole. You moaned loudly and tried to relax, popping your ass out toward him. Steve held you in place, kissing your neck and sucking at your earlobe as Bucky slowly eased first one finger into your ass and then another. You tensed and rocked against him, rubbing your aching cunt against Steve’s clothed cock as Bucky slowly and gently fucked your ass with his fingers, stretching you in readiness for what was to come.

When Bucky took his hand away you mewled needily and rocked your hips against Steve. Steve responded by lifting you. You shrieked as he raised you up above his head and guided your legs over his shoulders. You grabbed fistfuls of his hair and linked your ankles at the back of his shoulders. “Steve!” You squealed as you tried to steady yourself.

Steve didn’t answer, he just buried his face into your cunt and began to eat you out like a starving man. His tongue swirled around and wide, lapping at your folds and dipping inside of you. You moaned and held on, your legs trembling and your heart hammering in your chest.

Bucky moved up behind you, putting his hand on your back. “Relax,” he soothed. “We’ve got you. You’re not gonna fall.”

You relaxed as best you could and Steve began to focus on your clit. His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you in place. Bucky’s hand stayed on your back and your let yourself lean against him a little, though your hands stayed firmly tangled in Steve’s hair. With each jolt that ran through you, you’d moan and pull on Steve’s hair and he would, in turn, moan into your cunt.

Adrenaline coursed through you, heightening your senses and making everything more intense. Your clit twitched with every flick of Steve’s tongue and your muscles clenched and spasmed. Your orgasm built and when it broke, it crashed down on you making your legs kick out and your hips buck against Steve’s face. “Fuck!” You screamed arching back.

Bucky caught you and helped lower you down, taking you in his arms and moving to the bed with you. You felt high on a mix of adrenaline and endorphins and you were still panting when Steve and Bucky rolled on condoms and got into position on the bed. You straddled Bucky’s waist and with shaky legs, you lowered yourself down on his cock. He watched on as you rolled your hips in a figure of eight while seated firmly on him. Steve moved up behind you and kissed your neck you leaned back against him and captured your lips. He moaned into your lips and rutted against your ass, his hands sliding up your stomach to cup your breasts. When you broke the kiss you lay down over Bucky, pressing your body against his.

Bucky’s arms wrapped around you and held you close. “You sure this is what you want?” He whispered against your ear.

“Yes, please,” you begged. “Give it to me.”

Steve pressed his palm to the middle of your back and squeezed more lube on your ass. The head of his cock pressed against your tight hole and he eased it in.

You keened and curved your back at the burn in your ring muscle as his cock stretched you. Bucky began to thrust his hips up into you, distracting you from the pain that was blossoming and changing it too. Steve was patient, he took his time to let you adjust. When you began to relax he began to thrust.

You were full to breaking and it felt like a wildfire was running through your veins as your two best friends thrust into you, giving you the thing you had asked for and brought you apart doing it. They held you between them and kissed your neck and back and caressed your skin. Your second orgasm of the night hit you hard, you screamed out with it and shuddered between them. Bucky grunted but he kept thrusting, fucking you through it. That high feeling you had deepened. Your head felt floaty and soft while your body crackled and buzzed.

“Oh god,” you mewled. “You feel so good.”

“So do you, darlin’,” Bucky soothed, stroking your hair.

With another cry, you came again, your core clenching and squeezing them tight. Bucky jerked up hard into you and groaned loudly as your orgasm dragged his over too. You could feel the pulse of his cock as he emptied into you.

Steve kept thrusting into your ass, but he wasn’t too far behind, he leaned forward and his thrusts shallowed. “Steve,” you whimpered. “Steve, come on my back.”

Steve groaned and got up on his knees. He pulled out and pulled off the condom, tossing it hastily into the wastebasket by the bed as he jerked himself off. He made a soft grunt sound and released, painting your back in hot ribbons.

You collapsed down on Bucky, breathing heavily and he gently ran his fingers through your hair. “Good?” He whispered.

“So good,” you hummed.

The following day you had breakfast with Steve and Bucky before going to your apartment to shower and pack up the last of your things. When you went down to meet Clint at the Quin Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, Rhodey, Wanda, Vision, and Bruce were all there to see you off. You and Clint hugged them each in turn and when you got to Steve and Bucky they both engulfed you in their arms at the same time. “I’ll be coming to check things out in a month,” Steve said. “But you’ll hear from me before then.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said with your face pressed against his chest.

“Did we ever thank you for … you know… everything? What we did together… I think for most people, that stays as a fantasy. I’m so grateful that we got to explore that with you.” Steve said.

You pulled back and looked up at him. “We did it together, Steve,” you said. “I got just as much out of it as you.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Still. Thank you.”

You kissed his cheek and turned and kissed Bucky. “Take care of yourself, darlin’. And call us tonight.”

“Will do,” you agreed. “Talk soon.”

“Come on slowpoke, we have air currents to catch!” Clint called.

“Shit, alright!” You called back.

“Fly safe,” Steve said and hugged you one last time. You waved to everyone as you followed Clint onto the jet.

He got into the cockpit and began the take-off procedure and you took the seat beside him. “I thought we’d be flying with the kids,” you said as you went through the procedure with him.

“They went via America Chavez express. They’ll have completely trashed the place by the time we get there. Unfortunately, the jet needs to come too, so we have to do it the old fashioned way,” Clint explained.

“This is old fashioned?” You teased.

“In comparison to teleporting it is,” Clint laughed. “You ready?”

You looked at him and smirked. "It's probably too late to go to the bathroom, right?”

“Not to worry,” he said as the jet took off. “There’s a really horrible one back there if you need it.”

“Oh good,” you said, laughing with him.

“Oh and,” Clint said, looking at you through the side of his eye. “If you’re looking for another fuck buddy. My card is now open.”

You snorted and nudged him. “Gee, thanks, Clint,” you said. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He patted your leg. “We’ll be alright. Besides, there’s In and Out. Get a few of them in you and you won’t even remember what you were missing.”

You broke down into laughter and relaxed back in your chair. It was time to look forward and start your new life.

~ END ~

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harveywritings92 · 4 years ago

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How you met: Shay x Death Doula! Reader

Info on the reader's profession: A Death Doula is a person who assists in the dying process, unlike a regular doula who offer assistance for women in labor, Death Doula's deal with well... death! But they don't deal exclusively with just children, they were like an early version of grief counselors mixed with hospice nurse and funeral director all rolled into one package, their service list would include: Giving emotional,social and Psychological support, creating death plans, helping with funeral and memorial planning, and guiding mourners to their rights and responsibilities.

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Shay was assigned by Haytham to investigate the rumor that a previous dead member was apparently alive and well. They were dismissed as just so... until, Thomas Hickey appeared before the grand master claiming to have seen the man, a one Robert Bancroft a former banker and tradesman wandering the New York market district, now that wouldn't be strange except Robert had dead for three months now! And what's more, apparently the late Mr. Bancroft has also gone on to calling himself Philip McCray not much info on that name though.

Haytham sent Shay to figure out this mystery, To start him off the grand master directed the former assassin to the home of an Undertaker: Father's name [l/n] seems there been a disturbance at his place of business that might just give them a lead to this mystery.

Shay was wary at approaching the large manor-like funeral home he heard whispers and accusations of the undertaker being a demon butcher who cut up bodies and ate their livers, others that he'd chop the limbs off and sew them to other bodies and used dark arts on them. Though Mr. Franklin who was an old friend of Mr. L/n assured Shay that those rumors were hogwash; what the experiments undertaker does with the deceased was simply a misunderstood science that will one day change the way everyone looks at life and death.

That didn't do much to calm the Irishman's nerves as the smell of Incense invaded his nose the closer he got closer the the mortuary, Shy paused for a moment to admire the birdcage shaped censers hanging by the door he thought them they were lanterns, but duty calls Shay walked inside where smell of lavender potpourri lingered in the air and the sound of arguing invaded his ears Shay followed where the voices were coming from and found himself in a large sitting room, where a y/ht y/hc woman in a black and purple dress around his age was arguing with older man.

"Well someone has to do something about this, The man's wife thinks we're hiding him!"

"I said no! No interrogations, no investigations, no bloody mystery solving! This will blow over soon."

"Yes and meantime Mr.Cray's wife is telling everyone under the sun, about how I'm some husband stealing harlot, While at the same time some ne'er-do-well going around pretending to the man!"

"The woman is grieving Y/n, you've been trained to recognize such delusions, she saw him die, their friend saw him die and...and..."

The man's voice trailed off finally noticing Shay watching them, he straightened himself up and cleared his throat, while the woman whip her head around to see what got his attention."Oh, a customer, Y/n go make some tea for... um" The Templar held his hand out. "Shay Cormac, and that won't be necessary... I'm here regarding a break-in three months ago?" the undertaker looked uncomfortable as he look at Y/n who this knowing smirk on her face.

“Yes we.. Well my daughter's office was broken into..." He led Shay to back of the manor to Y/n's office now that the Irishman could get a good look at her noting some resemblance between her and the undertaker they both had the same eye/hair color, they got to the office as Y/n spoke up as the assassin hunter looked around.

Soon Mr. L/n left and Y/n took over "Thieves weren't after any trinkets or valuables." She directed him to a large row of cabinets with a broken locks, "they were only after papers & records of the recently deceased, and was very careful at who he was selecting." She showed him an old file with details of that person's life. {Identification papers, birthplace place and cause of death etc.] and sketches of the deceased persons face she explained they used them for an "in case" scenario of multiple funerals in one day and if the families have the same or similar sounding names.

"Here's the man whose papers were stolen" she said handing the Templar the sketch he took out a small painting of Bancroft and compared the two "This is very well done." Shay commented taking in the sketch's detail right down to the scars and birthmarks. "Uh, thank you?" Y/n said incredulously not used to hearing her work be complimented especially from a man, Shay wasn't joking when he said it was good this McCray could be Bancroft's twin, Except...

Shay checked the death record McCray had black hair, Bancroft was blond, his first thought was a wig but the way Hickey had described the bloke his hair looked too natural to be a wig, nor did it look like soot and grease as Lee had suggested, was he using ink? his dark eyes glance over at a Y/n looking out the window shaking her head at something.

"Is there way darken one's hair color, without wigs or ink?" the assassin hunter asked not being familiar with cosmetics, Y/n cocked a brow as she thought. "Yes through henna and katam." Shay gave her a confused look Y/n sighed and took off her gloves and pulled up her sleeve to reveal a very impressive tattoo on her hand.

Shay took her hand her to get a better look, if it wasn't fading he'd almost mistaken another glove, the lotus design was delicate the way the ink ringed around her fingers like lace was almost fairy-like. "This is mehndi art made with henna it's a type of dye made from tree dyes from India, it can also be used to change hair color...if mix with the right components." She explained the as the Irish man flipped her hand over to stare at the moon design on her wrist.

"How long does this usually last for?" He asked giving her hand back. "Well depending on type and quality three weeks? applying oils is a good way to extend it." Y/n stated as she put her gloves back on. *who'd thought that wedding tribute for my friend in India would come in handy?* She thought not noticing Shay's attention suddenly shifted to the window, in a split second the large man suddenly yanked Y/n towards him using his body to shield her from her window exploding; glass shards flew everywhere as rocks were thrown through the window!

Followed by a woman screaming "PHILIP KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!?" then there was some struggling Shay pulled away from Y/n the two went the window to see what happened, the Irishman kept her behind him just in case. as they watched a hysterical woman throwing rocks at the funeral home, as a man and two women and adolescent boy struggled to control her.

"PHILIP COME OUT!" The man finally got a hold of her. "Stop this right now Sarah, Philip is dead!" the Sarah shook her head not believing him as the women pleaded with her to listen to her brother, she gasped seeing Y/n and Shay watching her "GIVE HIM BACK YOU WHORE!?!?" Sarah screeched ready to throw a another rock as her brother dragged her away.

the boy walked over over to the shattered window. "I...I'm sorry for my mother Miss Y/n, My aunt says they'll pay for the window..." The y/hc woman the boy off. "Don't worry about it I know it's not your mother's fault." She assured as they watched his aunts and uncle load his mother into a carriage. the boy then looked around making sure his mother couldn't hear.

"Is it true?"

"Absolutely not, I'm not hiding your father..."

"No, not that I know fathers gone, I meant...I heard things about you being able to speak to the dead, solving murders?"

"I don't speak to dead, I speak for the dead and I swear on your father's resting soul, I will find out whose behind this and bring peace to your mother."

The boy thanked her and went to join his family, Y/n winced hears Mrs. McCray scream at the top of her lungs "I WON'T LET YOU HAVE MY BOY!?" before being restrained by her sisters-in law as her brother shook his head clearly at loss and tired of his sister fits, as they rode away...

"Speak for the dead, eh?" Shay queried sounding amused and intrigued as Y/n averted her eyes embarrassed /face red from embarrassment as she thought he'd gone to find her father once Mrs. McCray was whisked away, "Well being a death doula, that is what I do in a way..." they were suddenly interrupted by her father entering the study, wooden planks under one arm hammer and nails in the other "Except most death doulas don't go on path of Derring-do just because they think someones a killer." Y/n looked offended at her father's words.

"Well I wasn't wrong before!" she huffed agitating her father more. "Stay out of it." he warned boarding her window up, he then turned to their visitor. "And you've got your evidence Cormac, Now I suggest you take you leave." Shay bid the last name's farewell, but before he reached the door he was stopped by Y/n grabbing his arm "Mr. Cormac, when you find this man." She made her father wasn't listening; he'd blow a gasket if he found out she was meddling.

"If possible I would like you to return him here," Shay's brows furrowed at this request, "Here, why?" he asked confused over why she would want the thief whose caused her so much disarray in her house. "I think it might help if Mrs. McCray saw "Philip" for herself." Irishman nodded seemly understanding what the y/nat woman was planning. "I'll see if can keep him in one piece." He noted Y/n hadn't let go of his arm. "Is there something else you wanted" The y/ht woman fidgeted for a moment.

"Erm...Yes, if it doesn't trouble you, perhaps I could help you again?" Shay blinked wondering if he heard right? meanwhile Y/n inner thoughts were going haywire. "You idiot, why would you ask him? no man wants the creepy undertaker’s daughter especially someone as handsome as-" Shay's broke through her pity party. "That wouldn't trouble me at all." Y/n up at Shay who looked equally startled by his words.

Cue an awkward starring contest before Y/n realized she was still holding his arm, letting him go the y/hc shyly averted her eyes to the floor/cheeks went pink, Shay was thankful for that she couldn't see the tips of his ears were red, he calmed himself before walking out of the funeral home. "I'll see you again." he promised before heading back to Haytham with his findings.

#assassin's creed rogue #Shay Cormac x Reader #assassin's creed imagine #assassin's creed scenario #assassin's creed fanfiction #templar order #haytham kenway #thomas hickey

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specialagentlokitty · 5 years ago

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Avengers x reader - Love

can i request a fic where the reader is like a teenager and the avengers rescued her from Bydra or something. Then one of them asks her how she likes the holiday Valentine’s day, and she says something concerning like.. “it doesn’t matter to me, i’ll never be loved in any type of way..” and the avengers just show her how special she is 🥺🥺 - Anon ❤️

Sitting with a book between your lap in the common room, you peacefully read until the elevator dinged.

Flicking your gaze up, you watched as Tony, Nat and Clint walked in, all three immediately spotting you and waving before walking over.

“Hey kid, what up?”

“Reading.”

Tony nodded his head.

“It’s Valentine’s Day soon, are you looking forward to it?” Clint asked.

They asked you this before every major holiday to figure out if they should celebrate it or not, and so far you didn’t have a problem with any holidays.

You shrugged and shook up, closing your book you tucked it under your arm before looking at them again.

“it doesn’t matter to me, i’ll never be loved in any type of way..”

Your tone was cold, not a hint of emotion was there.

As you walked away the trio shared a look and they could all feel their hearts shatter.

“We have to do something for her.” Tony said sadly.

“For once I agree with you.” Nat nodded.

So they got to work, letting the others know of their plan, each avenger set out to give you something special.

When the day finally came around, they said nothing. You didn’t suspect a thing and went to get breakfast at your normal time but when you got to the kitchen, Steve was holding a plate of pancakes shaped in hearts.

“What’s that?” You asked.

Steve beamed and placed it on the table and waited for you to get closer and once you did he handed you a drawing. It was a beautiful sketch of you and him.

“You’re like a sister to me, you know that right?”

You nodded and he pulled you in for a swift hug before letting you go to eat.

“Happy Valentine’s Day (Y/N), I love you.”

You smiled a little and kissed his cheek.

“I love you too Steve, and thank you.”

Quickly eating you headed to the gym where you found Clint and Nat waiting for you. Both holding something in their hands and as soon as they saw you they beamed.

“Happy Valentine’s Day little bird.” Clint whispered hugging you.

He handed you a customised bow with some arrows, and Nat handed you a dagger with both your initials.

“Guys...” you mumbled.

Pulling them in for a hug you shed a few tears.

“Go find the others little spider, we love you.”

“I love you guys too.”

Kissing their cheeks you quickly ran off to find Thor and Loki, who gave you pop tarts and a book. Then Bucky who played a song for you, Wanda and Peitro who gave you a photobook, vision wasn’t sure what to give you but he had a heart to heart talk. Bruce made you a puzzle that changes pattern.

When you found Tony and pepper they were both sat patiently waiting for you.

“Hey kid.” Tony grinned.

“Hey.”

Walking over you stood in front of them and pepper handed you a card and kissed you cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Thanks...”

Tony pulled you away and in for a tight hug, kissing the top of your head as he did.

“I have something for you.”

Pulling away, Tony gave you a necklace and pressed a button in middle and pictures popped up, little holograms of you and every one of the avengers and you couldn’t help the tears that slipped down your face.

“Do you like Valentine’s Day now?” He grinned.

You nodded and offered him a watery smile and hugged him tightly.

“I love you all...”

#avengers x female reader #avengers x you #avengers x reader #avengers #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel #pepper potts #tony stark #wanda maximoff #peitro maximoff #bruce banner #thor odinson #loki loufyson #natasha rominoff #clint barton #vision

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pocketfulofrogers · 5 years ago

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Color Me Yours

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Request: hey babe, I was wondering if you would write a steve x reader one where she asks him if he would paint in her body just to pass the time, not in a smutty way and with some fluffy conversation between them.

Summary: You hate stakeouts almost as much as Steve does.

“Is this guy ever going to show his face? ” Steve asks for the- well you’re not exactly sure how many times he had asked the same question with varying levels of disdain and annoyance. It was most likely around lunch that you had lost count and, at this rate, you’ll kill him before dinner.

Recon missions had always been his least favorite. Actually, he quite vocally despised them. The sitting, the waiting, the almost non-existent control over the situation. Small spaces made him antsy- put him on edge.

It’s hard to not feel for him, but then again you had both been locked up for days in a tiny, decrepit apartment with Hill as your only form of outside contact. The fact you had made it this far was something to be marveled.

He glares at the binoculars, and then you. “Let’s just storm the place and go home.”

When you roll your eyes, he pouts. “Steve, honey, there is nothing for us to do. There’s intel we still need, including the confirmation that we’re even in the same country as him, let alone on the same street.”

“Y/N.” He groans. “I let you take down that mercenary in Brazil so you could make it back for girl’s night. I don’t see why-“

“You know what- just-“ Your bag makes a loud thud as you pull it from the couch and drop it onto the table. Steve watches curiously as you begin to rummage around and is only momentarily caught off guard by the small bag you throw at him.

His curiosity turns to confusion as his picks through its contents. “What am I supposed to do with this?” He asks holding up a small jar of orange paint.

You lay his sketch book down on the table. “I don’t know, paint something for me. It’s supposed to be cathartic or whatever.”

He eyes you, notices the tightness in your jaw, your knuckles white from griping the back of the chair too tight. Results from being in close quarters for far too long, no doubt. Perhaps he had overlooked how much it was also affecting you.

“For me or for you?”

“Steve, I love you but you have got to do something before you drive me insane.”

“Fine.” He says, but his grin makes you nervous. “I have one condition.”

You hug the pillow beneath your head a little tighter. “What are you painting?” He’s quiet, lost in the task at his hands, so you decide to be patient- listening to the sounds of the busy street outside.

Something wet glides up the center of your spine leaving a cool trail and you shiver.

“Stop squirming.” Steve lightly scolds with a chuckle. “The best canvases are still.”

“It’s cold.” You mumble. “What are you painting?” This time a little louder.

“The day we met.”

He scolds you again when you try to turn and look at him, confusion creasing your brow. “Why would you put that day on my body? Not exactly my best moment.” You can hear the shrug in his laugh. “I was covered in blood, Steve.” He hums an acknowledgment. “I was literally on death’s door.”

“I wouldn’t say literally. You did make it into the lobby of the compound very much alive.”

You laugh again. “Yes, and then you had to carry me when I passed out.”

“Ruined my favorite dress shirt.” He chuckles.

“Exactly! So why that day? Why not that early morning in Venice the next month, or even that night in Ireland?”

“With the castle you broke into?”

“Such a good night.”

His laugh fades out into comfortable silence and you allow him to stay there. The gentle breeze cools the paint on your back and the warmth his body brings against your side is welcomed. Of course, you had rigged your computer to display the feed from the binoculars so Fury couldn’t say you had completely abandoned your post, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t an afterthought in the back of your mind.

“Do you remember what happened after you woke up?” He asks. “After they fished the bullets out and the transfusion.”

You try to think back, but honestly, it’s all fuzzy. There was pain, a very good pain killer, and then, if you’re not mistaken, tacos. “Not really, bits and pieces. I definitely remember the Natasha laying into me.”

“Well,” Steve starts. “This is about to get a whole lot more embarrassing for you.” Your obnoxious groan only motivates him to embellish some truths. “Yes, you did come in looking like you were quickly approaching death’s door, but somehow, you remained extremely defiant up until you were no longer conscious.”

Another stroke between your shoulder blades. This time you manage to remain still.

“I stayed by your side while you were evaluated and treated. Mostly so security would calm down. Your claims to knowing Nat weren’t enough for, well, any of us really.”

“Mostly?” You question. Another line down your side.

“A force of a woman comes bursting through the front doors, having passed all security measures despite losing several pints of blood, and I’m not supposed to be intrigued?”

“Touché. Continue.”

“You were just a few hours into recovery when I stepped away to update Stark. When I came back, you had already pulled your IV and were trying to put your clothes back on- I want to emphasize ‘trying’- muttering something about needing air.”

“I do despise anything that resembles a hospital.”

“Something you mentioned a few times that night. I took you to an upper level, let you sit under the stars. You told me a few stories that didn’t quite make sense about Nat, one involving a donkey, and then threatened to push me over the ledge if I didn’t get you tacos.”

“Well, I do really like tacos.”

He laughs. “I used them to bribe you back into your bed.”

You had been trying to track the movements of his brushes, but had been unable to discern the image on your back.

“So, what part of that story are you recreating? because if it’s me stuffing my face with tacos, Steve, so help me…”

“Maybe another day.” He teases. “It’s the sky from the balcony that night. You watching the stars wrapped in my jacket during one of the few moments you weren’t rambling.” He chuckles before falling into a more serious tone. “The moment I knew you’d become someone very important to me.”

He doesn’t chastise you for the shiver his admission sends through your body.

“I think I do remember something.” You start slowly. “It was early morning. You were adjusting the blinds when a SHIELD agent came in to hand you some folder, told you that you had been requested for something. I can’t remember what you said to me, but I asked you to stay. You did. I had felt so grateful for this unknown stranger showing me so much kindness. That’s when I knew I couldn’t turn down Natasha’s offers to come to SHIELD any longer.”

“I’m why you stayed?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, my love.” You laugh.

Glancing back at the laptop beside you, you notice the briefest flicker of movement on the screen. Facial recognition pops up and, suddenly, the romantic atmosphere is gone.

“We have confirmation.” Steve can’t tell if it’s disappointment he senses in your voice.

“Let’s get a move on, then. Sooner we get him, sooner we can go home.” He’s fully dressed, shield in hand before you’ve even gotten up.

You gawk at him. “I am covered in wet paint.”

His grimace is only slight. “Just put your suit over it, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

He tosses your gear to you as you shake you head amused. “Stark is going to kill me.”

“Tell him to add it to my bill.” Steve smirks.

#steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #captian america #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel #Avengers #paint me like one of your french girls

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fanfics-of-marvel · 5 years ago

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Ironwidow prompt: Tony asks nat to go to his lab several times with different excuses so he can spend time with her.

Hey there :) Thanks for the great propmt. I really hope you’ll like it! ♥

Send me your idea or choose from my Prompt List!

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Release date: 09/02/20

Pairing: Tony Stark x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: After Natasha moves in the Avengers Headquarters building Tony starts fulfilling his little plan of how to spend more time with her.

Words count: 1.3K

Warnings: None!

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Taglist: @all-things-marvel-related ; @steeeeverogers ; @chipilerendi ; @starkershomelife ; @merlin-288 ; @nutellakirb ;

I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be spelling or grammatical mistakes.

This fic is my own work, it is not to be re-posted on this site or posted anywhere else without my knowledge and consent!

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The life in the AvengersHeadquarters was quite annoying for Tony. Even though he established thepremises to gather all of the Avengers in one place he sort of got bored ofhaving to share it with the rest of the team. Until that day.

Tony was out on the lawn aboutto do an experiment of his latest Iron Man suit when he saw her. Natashawalking down the street pulling a suitcase. His heart skipped a bit. Could itbe?

Natasha Romanoff was the onlyone refusing to move in the building. She claimed she didn’t belong there stilldenying her redemption and acceptance from everyone else. Tony was heartbroken.Natalie Rushman had stolen his heart from the very first time they met and upto this date he longed for her day and night. Never gathering the bravery tolet her know, Tony feared that Natasha was lost from him being so far away. Wasthis about to end?

“Are you coming for a visit?”Tony asked trying to suppress his excitement. “This isn’t a hotel.”

Natasha curved her lips for aplayful smile. “Maybe I’ve come to stay.”

Tony’s heartbeat accelerated.“I thought you don’t want to be here?”

“If you don’t want me here Ican leave.”

“No!” Tony exclaimedinstinctively. “I mean… you know I made this for everyone on the team. Of courseyou are welcome here. You’ve always had a room.”

“Then show it to me,” Natashasmiled even wider.

For a week Tony’s mind was inthe clouds. Natasha was there when he went to make coffee in the mornings. Shewas often to be seen in the gym where Tony sometimes observed her trainings. Hewas sneaking everywhere she went, so he could lurk her from a distance. Butthis wasn’t enough. He wanted to spendtime with her.

One day Tony was in his labworking on some prototypes for his new Iron Man suits, the Iron Legion,upgrades on everyone else’s equipment, weapons and just their daily lives. Hetook his phone and texted Natasha.

Could you please come to my lab? I need some help.

Shortly after, there was aperson at the door.

“I hardly imagine how I couldbe in any help of you.”

Tony looked up and smiledwithout realizing. Natasha just looked so beautiful.

“But I’ll do my best,” shefinished her sentence.

“I really believe you are theright person for the task,” Tony teased her. “Come here.”

Natasha walked next to him andtheir arms accidentally touched. Tony took a sharp breath. The light sweetscent of her perfume was enchanting him.

“Okay, so I’m seeing aprototype of an Iron Man suit,” Natasha said. “Tony, you’re not asking me tohelp you build it, right? Because it really isn’t my area.”

Tony chuckled. “No, don’tworry. My request is in your area. What do you think of the design?”

“The design? You want me tohelp you with the design?”

“Yes. I’m running out of ideasafter so many suits. I want something new and fresh.”

Natasha chuckled at Tony’ssilly request but agreed anyway. She looked over his sketches and added ideason her own. More yellow, less red, different patterns. Tony observed her withadmiration and let her ‘re-paint’ his entire Iron Legion in her own desire.Every now and then their hands accidentally touched which sent shivers downTony’s body. Her perfume was enough to finish him.

Imperceptibly, the request wasdone, so Natasha left his lab. So unexpectedly it happened that Tony wasbroken. He sat there thinking of her eyes and smile and her pouty lips, still smellingher sweet perfume.

Natasha received another text.Silly me forgetting your own suit.

“My suit?” she asked surprisedas she walked in Tony’s lab again.

He smiled happy at the factthat she came. “If you want you can fight naked. I think that might be a gooddistraction of the opponent.”

Natasha chuckled at Tony’swittiness. “I think I’ll pass. With a suit I can have a whole bunch of gunswith me. Otherwise, not as much.”

Tony spent a few secondsspeechless staring into the nothingness for he couldn’t help himself picturingNatasha naked in the middle of a heated fight. Or just Natasha naked.

“And since when do you haveanything to do with my suit?” she asked. “That’s S.H.I.E.L.D.’s business.”

“You’re here now, so you’re mybusiness,” Tony said. “Oh, erm… I mean… your suit is my business. Not you…you’re not my business, no… not at all,” he was stammering.

“What ideas you got?” Natashaasked with a playful smile saving him the embarrassment.

Tony turned to his computershowing a prototype. Natasha examined it and shared her thoughts. Theydiscussed material, built-in weapons, design, secret pockets. Before Tony knewit this task was fulfilled again.

“Let me know when it’s ready,so I can try it on,” Natasha said. “Probably I could wear it on the nextmission. Or I’ll be naked. I’ll see about that,” she said her final words witha naughty smile just as she left Tony’s lab.

He was staring at the door fora while trying to suppress the image of Natasha’s naked body kicking enemies’ assfor his pants were getting tight.

Her phone buzzed again. Would it be too much to ask to bring me acup of coffee in the lab? I’m really that busy.

Natasha chuckled. It wasnearly midnight. Coffee? Tony was crazy sometimes.

“You know,” she said as sheentered his lab once again. “I was about to go to bed.”

“Bed?” Tony was surprised.“It’s not even 9:00 p.m.

Natasha smiled. “It’s quarterto midnight.”

Tony looked at the clockshocked. “Oh I’m really sorry, Nat. Times runs differently down here.”

“So I’ve heard. The otherstalk about the fact that you can be seen here at any time of the day and night.Probably that’s why you want to drink coffee at midnight,” she handed him themug.

“Thank you very much,” Tonyreplied. “I really do have a lot of work. The Iron Legion, your suit, otherweapons. You know.”

“I do. Or at least I think Ido. Well, anyway, if you’ll need me again I’ll be in bed,” Natasha spoke naughtilyagain and walked out.

Tony’s hand started shakingalmost dropping the mug. What was that supposed to mean? Was she implyingsomething or was she just teasing him? There was only one way to find out.

Natasha was in her nightdressabout to get under the blanket when she received another text from Tony.

I need you.

“What is it this time?”Natasha asked as she entered his lab with a silk dressing gown on. “You wanteda donut with the coffee?”

Tony’s breath ceased for amoment at the sight of her. Her mysterious smile and twinkling eyes left himspeechless.

“It’s already passingmidnight,” Natasha stated. “I need sleep as well.”

“I, erm…” Tony found it hardto speak. “Yeah, sorry. Probably I shouldn’t have… yeah… go to bed, Nat. I’msorry,” he was facing opposite of her for her dressing gown was driving himcrazy.

“Look at me, Tony.”

He cleared his throat andhesitated for a moment but eventually turned his head towards her. Her eyeswere killing him softly.

“Why do you really need mehere, Tony?” Natasha was direct.

“Erm, well… because… you canhelp me.”

“With what exactly?” she wassmiling.

Tony took a while.“Loneliness?”

Natasha’s smile faded.

“I mean… as in down here,”Tony continued. “Nobody really comes to my lab. Everyone seems bored and… youknow. You could be my lab partner, for example.”

“Hmm,” Natasha seemedinterested. “I think I might just do that. It overlaps with the reason I cameto live here.”

“Which is?”

Natasha made a step closer toTony placing her hands upon his face. “You,” she whispered and kissed himgently.

Tony took a sharp breath andthen placed his arms around Natasha’s waist. That same night she spend in hisroom and became his regular lab partner. Everyone else refused visiting Tony’slab when Natasha was there because they all knew they were secretly together.

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epicstuckyficrecs · 5 years ago

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2019 New Writers Fic Rec

After seeing some Discourse on Twitter, I decided to make a fic rec with some of my favorite new writers! All of these writers only started posting Stucky fanfic in 2018 or 2019. So here are some “new” writers and some of my favorite fics from them! (in no particular order)

PS: sorry for not putting the trope, word count and rating as I usually do, I wanted to try and make this fic rec quickly!

PS2: also sorry if I chopped all your summaries, but some of them are hella long and this post is already... pretty long.

PS3: this went way past “favorite new writers” and just became “great new writers” because I wanted to prove a point, oops.

verzacefatale

You be yours and I'll be mine : “Oh, god. We got married, didn’t we?”

14-Inch Cock and a Few Hundred Bimbos : There are some things in life, Steve muses as he stares down at his crotch, that nothing can prepare you for. His dick suddenly growing six inches in length and another two in girth, just because he opened a box in a Hydra dug out that maybe he should have read the instructions on before he did? How was he to know it was literally magic that would make his cock grow huge?

2bestfriends

Collar Full of Chemistry : AKA a fantasy BDSM romance featuring heavy mutual pining, feelings denial, and enough kink to blackout a bingo card.

Like Real People Do : AKA the "Lumberjack Steve/Twink Bucky" fic of our hearts.

deadonarrival

100,000 Miles And Feeling Very Still : Steve Rogers took a job at NASA and his life is pretty okay. Maybe not great but he has some good friends and things seem to be mostly stable. Except one day their new astronaut recruit walks in and everything in Steve's life goes upside down.

Latte Art and Slow Dancing in the Dark (WIP): Bucky is a somewhat well-adjusted former army sniper that got his shoulder blown out. He took his discharge and went home to finish school and is working on his international relations masters. His best friends and roommates (Nat & Clint) are CIA agents and tip him off that their local Sbux is hiring. He gets a job there and meets none other than the hottest guy on earth.

voxofthevoid

(series) couldn't get the boy to kill me (ongoing): Captain America and the Winter Soldier are a terrifying duo on the field, working together with a well-oiled precision that tears through their enemies. Captain Rogers and Agent Barnes are distant coworkers, all polite nods and mission briefings. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are fire and gasoline; the sparks between them have no choice but to roar into raging infernos.

happily ever after has bite marks in it : In which Bucky is aggressively okay with his self-imposed exile from society, and Steve is a werewolf who’s nothing like the Brooklyn boy Bucky still dreams of.

darling heart, i loved you from the start (but that's no excuse for the state i'm in) : Or, the one where Steve saves the mind stone for last and decides to fuck the timeline beyond all recognition, which regrettably involves crawling delicately up Hydra's asshole and less regrettably involves showering a very confused Bucky Barnes with affection.

(series): i'm guilty of treason (i've abandoned control) : S.H.I.E.L.D Agent Bucky Barnes is captured on a mission and meets Commander Steve Rogers, the erstwhile Captain America.It escalates quickly.

four dreams in a row where you were burned : When Steve uses the last of his Pym Particles to travel to 1944 and save his best friend, he doesn’t have a plan beyond leaving behind the battlefield and living his life alongside the people he loves. But the life that finds him is not the one he expects.

deisderium

much tattoo about nothing : Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

(series) tits out, lads : On the walk back from Azzano, Bucky keeps touching Steve's chest. Then he touches it some more. And more.

Let Them Eat Cake : Bucky wanted to know why their new pastry chef had gun calluses on his right hand.

deep dive : In which single dad Bucky Barnes has a crush on his daughter's dive team coach and thirsts awkwardly.

thot through the heart (and you're to blame) : In which Bucky is a baby vampire, a disaster, out to have a good time, and hopelessly in love with his roomate; and in which Steve has a few secrets of his own.

Political Animals (WIP) : or—Steve’s best friend is the U.S. Constitution and he can’t seem to stop fucking a hot Republican. They shouldn’t fall in love, but somehow they do.

thedoubteriswise

time on my hands (could be time spent with you) : "You doing okay, kid?” Steve releases a breath, deciding how honest he wants to be. No point in lying. No point in telling the truth, either. "Glad to see you.""That’s not what I asked, but same to you, punk."

honey don't feed it, it will come back : He’s stroking the cat’s fur, which is soft and fine now that it’s clean. He looks so open and inviting. Steve doesn’t close his eyes, watching Bucky’s gentle fingers and trying to come up with a plausible excuse to go touch him.

Ill With Want : Bucky pretends to be asleep when Steve crawls into bed, too tired to feel guilty over the quivery pleasure that settles in his belly when Steve’s arm brushes his. He drifts to sleep in a comfortable haze and tries not to wonder where this feeling was two hours ago when he had Marie in his lap.

steebadore

Controlled Release : Bucky's just having a little trouble...finishing. Completing the mission. He can squeeze the trigger but he can't make the shot is what he's saying. Which is why he's here, loitering outside a nice brownstone in Park Slope, trying to find the courage to knock on Captain Come Control dot com's door for his three o'clock appointment.

it takes a lot to know a man : Bucky flips to the next page, and the world around him grinds to a halt as his brain struggles to process what he's seeing. The noise of the train fades and static fills the inside of his head as he looks down at the sketches of the metal-armed guy without the mask. It's—that's him. It's Bucky's own goddamn face staring back at him from this stranger's sketchbook.

AidaRonan

Quench : Or the one where archeology intern Bucky Barnes meets actual archeologist Steve Rogers and reaches levels of thirst scientists once believed to be theoretically impossible.

Carnal Synchronicity : AKA A Tale of Two Stevies

Fraternizing With the Enemy : Steve and Bucky are both the presidents of their respective fraternities. Steve thinks Bucky's frat is filled with selfish party animals who care about little else. Bucky thinks Steve is a giant pretentious douchebag who owns too many Lacoste polos. They hate each other. Passionately.

lockedlocke

I just need you to show me : A quick google search tells him that the app he needs to get for something quick and easy, with no strings attached is Grindr. He downloads the app while he watches a bit of a Simpsons episode. It doesn’t take long, and when the app is downloaded, he looks at black icon with the yellow mask.

Pride : So here he was, at Pride despite the fact that he’d rather be at home. It’s hot, boiling and his feet hurt a bit from standing all day. Converse might be nice shoes, but Jesus they were terrible for his knees.

mcwho

it never hurt nobody : “I thought we agreed that that was creepy.” “No,” Bucky says slowly. “I asked you what you thought about people calling their boyfriends daddy, and you said you thought it was creepy, and then I asked you what the hell you’d done with my grey sweater after you did laundry, and we never talked about it again.”

(series) the serum amplifies : Little PWPs about Steve and Bucky’s sex life and the serums effect on it.

missandrogyny

don't know where i'm going (but i'll get back to you and me) : AU where Bucky is an assassin who just can’t seem to kill Steve

LeeHan

The Right Partner : Steve meets a beautiful man with a bright laugh on a sunny day in Italy. Captain America meets the elusive Winter Soldier moments later.

The Best Way to Wake : James Buchanan Barnes lay in a glass pod in the middle of the table, frozen since he fell. Steve’s hands were on the glass before he realized he’d moved. “Get him out,” Steve whispered, his hands searching for a clasp, a keypad, something.

amethystkrystal

Taking This One Step At A Time : In the weeks that follow, Bucky's omega urges start going haywire, and he realizes that night with Steve may have left him with more than just a fond memory.

Realignment : After assembling their own Infinity Gauntlet, the Avengers defeated Thanos and brought back everyone who disappeared. But their victory came at a great cost: in order to take the Soul Stone, Steve had to sacrifice the Captain America mantle and all the super-soldier strength that came with it.

cydonic

Home Is Wherever I'm With You : This is what happens when you buy a house to flip having only seen the online images: you get more than you bargained for. Bucky Barnes brings all the tools to handle a dilapidated home, but he's hardly prepared for a smart-mouthed child (with poor aim), a crying baby, and the hottest dad he's ever seen in his life living right next door.

deadto27

The Sweetest Spark : Steve Rogers runs a successful business. He has great friends and a great life. It seems like he has it all. So why is he sitting in a diner on a Friday night alone? Maybe he's just a little lonely. Maybe Bucky Barnes can help with that.

Maybe This Christmas : Bucky’s not going home for Christmas. But it’s fine. He’s spending Christmas alone in his apartment, but it’s cool. He’s not feeling up to seeing his family after his accident anyway, plus he has to work. He’s totally fine with it. But then he runs into Steve, literally, and suddenly his Christmas isn’t looking so empty after all.

NachoDiablo

Reconcilable Differences : AKA, "What To Do When Your Zany Fake-Relationship Scheme Actually Works."

odetteandodile

If Only In My Dreams : Bucky is a highly successful cooking and lifestyle blogger. He writes all about life in his Connecticut home with his D.H. (darling husband). Only problem? It’s all complete fiction.

So I Took a Faithful Leap : Bucky doesn’t fall and Steve doesn’t crash. The Howling Commados take out the remaining Hydra bases…and then they go home, just like all the other allied soldiers. Steve buys a farm in Washington state, and tries to relearn how to be at peace.

Art Thief, Heart Thief : Agent Steve Rogers is facing a series of art thefts that has him stumped, and looking for a break in the case. Convicted art thief and general high end criminal Bucky Barnes wants to make parole and happens to know all of the right people who could make Steve's job easier.

Under the Hawthorn Tree : A young man wanders into the woods one night, and wanders until he isn't a young man anymore—but something else. Seventy years later, another man follows him. Inside of a magic ring, they meet.

canistakahari

don't threaten me with a good time : Steve's taken him on vacation to a cabin in Canada in the middle of winter, so it's obviously the perfect time for his body to go haywire. Bucky is determined to stick it out, though, partly because he's a stubborn bastard, but mostly because he feels some kinda way about Steve.

Heckin' Chunker for Love : On the inside of the big floor to ceiling window of the office across the street, someone has used Post-it Notes to spell out a message: W H A T I S Y O U R C A T ’ S N A M E ?

(TBR) All of Your Love is Sunlight : Sometimes the path to happiness involves bad timing turned good, a butt plant, and a little everyday magic. For Steve and Bucky, it's all that and more.

birdjay

(TBR) STAR PLAN : He’s the most gorgeous thing Bucky’s ever laid eyes on.He’s his new tentative boss. Maybe. If this interview goes well enough, anyway. “So, Mr. Barnes?” Steve asks, blinking at him from across a particle board table. “You ever work security before?”

stay : The platform buzzes, and suddenly goes quiet. The cycle has finished. Bucky doesn’t bother to look. There’s no way Steve’s coming back when he has the chance to stay. He moves to walk away, to move on with his life, somehow. “Buck -- ?”

(TBR) The Conservation of a 17th Century Painting : Steve can’t even remember the last time he’s spoken to someone actually interested in art, who coincidentally is also someone he’d like to bang. Actually, no. He’s never had that happen.

dragongirlG

Searching Every Lonely Place : After the Battle of New York in 2012, Steve searches for Bucky with the help of the Avengers as he bumbles through a series of comedic misunderstandings with undercover HYDRA agents.

Reclamation : The Winter Soldier’s mask never falls off when he fights Captain America on the overpass and the helicarrier. That doesn’t stop the Soldier from recognizing Captain America and wondering why the man’s face is haunting his scattered memories.

megs_bee

Nothing Good Ever Happens On A Tuesday : Recently discharged soldier James Barnes is back in Brooklyn, down an arm and missing five years of memories, but he’s got his PTSD mostly under control, a fancy metal prosthetic, and what’s starting to feel like it could be a half-decent life. What he doesn’t have is any memory of the kid looking at James and asking him, “Are you my daddy?” -- or the gorgeous blond guy standing next to her.

A Ghost Before You Were a Ghost Story : “I’m sorry to wake you, Sir, but there appears to be an intruder on the roof. ”Tony finds the camera showing a figure standing alone on the roof, black tactical gear blending into the black night sky. Barely a shadow among shadows, save for the glint of silver along the figure’s left side. The Winter Soldier.

VenusMonstrosa

Extant : After a sudden and violent storm forces the crew of Insight III to perform an emergency evacuation, astronaut James Barnes was believed to have died and was left behind on Mars. Two years later, Commander Steve Rogers still refuses to let go. Fortunately, so does Bucky.

Through The Woods : There’s a legend in Mansewood, nearly as old as the town itself, about a pack of werewolves that once lived in the forest. They say only one survives; a monstrous and snarling beast with fur like a blizzard and fangs the size of daggers. Steve doesn’t care about any of that. He only wants to know if it prefers T-Bone or ribeye, and would it please stop tracking dirt through his house? He just mopped the floor.

BlueSimplicity

(series) You Are Responsible For What You Tame : After the events in DC and on the helicarriers, and the realization that his friend Bucky Barnes is still alive, Captain Steve Rogers swears that he will do anything he can to find him. It is easier said than done, as Steve searches desperately for any hint or clue that will lead him to his friend. Steve searches, but Bucky does not want to be found. And so begins their game of cat and mouse, as Steve does everything in his power to convince Bucky to come home.

GoldBlooded

A Midsummer Knight's Dream : Sir Steven, knight, alpha, and baron of a small countryside estate, receives an invitation to a Royal Tournament: It’s a winner-take-all competition, and the prize? The hand of Prince James, the kingdom’s most eligible omega, in marriage.

Feast On This : Steve, Sarah, and Bucky are headed down to Florida to visit the Barnes family for Thanksgiving. Bucky's tired of the interrogation about his love life from his Ma, and Sarah suggests the simplest solution would be for he and Steve to fake it for a few days. How hard can it be, right? After all, they've shared a bed before. After all, it's only pretend... Right?

Luck of the Irish Stroll : Every year Steve and Sam go on the Irish Stroll Bar Crawl, and ever since their first time on the Stroll four years ago, Steve and Sam cross paths with Bucky and Natasha. Every year Steve’s world is rocked by the gorgeous, blue-eyed man that has captivated him since they first locked eyes fighting over a couple of pints of Guinness from the bartender. But Steve's starting to want and need more of Bucky... will this be the year he can make it last for more than one night?

girlbookwrm

(TBR) (series) The Hundred Year Playlist : Steve and Bucky, start to finish. "Come on, pal, it's me. Take another hundred years if you want, I'll still be here."

sidereal : Captain Rogers never did a self-portrait; we can only speculate who his soulmate — or soulmates — might have been.

ClaraxBarton

Holding On : “Your poll numbers are way down, and we need to get them back up.”

stfustucky

Salt & Sugar (collab with GoldBlooded) : Steve Rogers is a bigshot celebrity chef in New York City, and Bucky Barnes is a classically trained pastry chef in Moscow. When billionaire and mutual friend Natasha Romanoff calls on them to collaborate for her Memorial Day Benefit Gala, they both brace themselves to spend the week working with some jerk they're bound to hate.

Honestly, Fuck Brooklyn : Or, the one where it takes yet another apocalypse for the somewhat oblivious Bucky Barnes to figure out that his dorky artist boyfriend Steve is actually Captain Goddamned America.

writeonclara

How to Woo the Winter Soldier : Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic rec #best new stucky writers

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ashsblurbs · 4 years ago

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Birthdays are just another day

Steve sat in the back corner of Tony’s lab, sketching him working on his new Iron Man design. Steve loved sketching his face when he is concentrating. He makes the funniest face with his brow scrunched up and his lip puffed out. Tony’s hands slowly ran up and down the Iron Man suit looking for any bumps he would need to work out. Steve wished he was that suit. Tony’s tan hands finding his way from the middle of the chest down to the thigh. Creeping closer and closer. Steve closed his eyes as he was lost in thought.

“Hey, Cap. Captain. Steve!” Steve snapped out of his very inappropriate daydream that may or may not have included his friend. Tony stared at him with a curious look on his face. He must have had asked a question because he just stared at Steve waiting for an answer. “Did you hear me Cap? I asked for you to pass me the wrench.” Steve cleared his throat and looked everywhere for a wrench not finding one. Tony huffed; deciding he would just grab it himself. Tony gracefully walked to where Steve was sitting. He placed both of his legs on each side of Steve’s legs, straddling him. Tony leaned over his right shoulder stretching so just a little bit of bare skin was showing. Steve’s breath was caught in his throat. His heart was beating very fast and that wasn’t the only thing beating.

Tony slowly glided off of Steve to go back to his work leaving Steve unable to concentrate on what he was doing. Steve jumped up and ran out of the lab without saying another word to Tony. He needed a cold shower now. “Woah, slow down Steve.” Nat was carrying three packages that was taking over her short stature. “Sorry, Natasha. What do you go there? Do you need help?” She shoved the boxes into his hands being glad not to have to carry them anymore. “Yeah, they go to Tony. I think they are birthday presents. I don’t know and I don’t really care.” She waved as she walked away. It’s Tony’s birthday; Steve thought. He was such a bad friend for not knowing this information. He had to plan something amazing but what.

“Oh, I see you’re back and you brought presents.” Tony mocked still not turning away from his work. Steve sat the boxes down in the corner and pulled up a chair. “Why didn’t you tell me it’s your birthday?” Tony froze and turned to Steve with slight sadness in his eyes but then he went back to working. “It’s not that big of a deal. I decided not to celebrate this year and whenever I did it was more about other people then me. So, don’t feel to bad Steve. I might just stay down here tonight and maybe order some pizza.” There was a brief pause, but Steve was already up and leaving. Steve was gone. “You could come and join.” Tony said to the air that once stood Steve.

Steve had a small amount of time left in the day to plan something special for Tony. Tony deserved the world and he deserved to feel like someone cared on his birthday. “Jarvis, keep Tony distracted and don’t allow him to come up until I say so. Also order Uncle Italino’s. You know what we like.” Steve rubbed his hands together in excitement. This was going to be the best night of Tony’s life. Maybe he will finally confess his feelings for Tony. He shook his head no. That would just make things awkward and ruin Tony’s night.

“Sir, Mr. Rogers has requested you to come up to the tarmac. That is all the information I was given. Also, I would recommend wearing something nice but not to formal.” Tony took off his goggles looking around perplexed. What was Steve planning. “Thanks Jarvis. Let Steve know I will be there in an hour.” Tony went up stairs to get ready throwing everything he owned out of the closet. He had nothing that would look right on him until he stumbled upon an old maroon button up shirt. Steve always said that it made his eyes shine. He pulled it on and finished up his look. “Shit, shit. I’m going to be late.”

Steve tapped his foot looking at his watch. Tony was an hour late. Maybe he decided he wasn’t coming after all. Steve began cleaning up but all of the sudden he heard footsteps running towards him. “I’m so sorry. I’m” Tony stopped in his tracks when he saw the scenery that looked like it was out of a fairy tale. Fairy lights were strung everywhere that Steve could reach. The table was set with his favorite Italian meal which it looked like his prince charming was trying to clean it up. Steve looked wonderful with a dark navy suit that was now rumble. Steve straighten up and looked at Tony. “Happy Birthday.” Steve had an awkward smile on his face. He was hoping Tony was happy or maybe this was a bad idea.

Tony moved to Steve and wrapped him up his arms for a hug. “Thank you, Steve, I love you.” Tony paused realizing what he said. The two men pulled apart but not to far. Just far enough to look into each other eyes. Steve’s voice came out shaky when he tried to response, but he knew what he was going to say was going to be the truth. “I love you too, Tony Stark. I never thought this moment would ever happen to me because I thought you would always see me as a friend.” Tony pressed his lips to Steve’s. Drinking in all of his words, all of his scent, and all of the man he loved.

“Your telling me you did all of this in less then four hours. I don’t think I have anyone care enough about me to do this.” Steve grabbed Tony’s hand from across the table to give it a little squeeze. “Tony, you are a very special man and I would do this again for the rest of my life.” Tony smiled; never thinking he would get this chance to be this happy. Steve all of the sudden jumped up and ran to the back the room. “Close your eyes and out stretch your hands okay.” Tony did as requested. “Okay, open your eyes.” Placed in his hands was a small box. He took off the top and inside was Steve’s compass that he never went without. Tony looked up at Steve with slight tears in his eyes. “Are you sure about this?” Steve shook his head yes. “You are my compass now. By giving you this a part of me will always be you. I hope I can be your compass.”

Tony was still in shock by this gesture. This was the best gift he received in his life and no words could explain how he felt. “You don’t like it. I’m sorry. Here just give it back and I will grab.” Tony placed a finger over Steve’s mouth to shut him up. “Just kiss me you fool.” Steve grabbed the front of Tony’s shirt to pull him closer to kiss Tony once again. “Best birthday ever.”

#stony #stevetony #hbdtony2020 #ash's blurbs

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bandrlodge · 4 years ago

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Just My Type

Bucky x Plus Size Original Female Character: Briar Hawthorne

Chapter Summary: Briar experiences 6° of separation

Chapter warnings: general buffoonery, recreational drug usage (marijuana)

Chapter One: Design Client Anonymous

Briar smirked, pulling her coffee cup from the cabinet. Another night, another Natasha one nighter. Of course, she'd hurried them out as she heard her roommate stirring. She pulled Nat's comically small mug from the cabinet as well and prepped both of their drinks. One sugar for Nat. Five sugars and a heavy splash of Coldstone's Sweet Cream Creamer, for her cup. Briar heard the patter of her footsteps down the steps as she was topping off her mug.

"Morning, Nat." She smiled, sliding the mug over. She grumbled, ruffling a hand through her thick, red hair. Briar settled back against the counter, adjusting the neck of her oversized Manson shirt before grabbing the coffee.

"So...how was last night?" Briar asked. She sipped the coffee, relishing the warm hug now rushing through her bones. Natasha chuckled and downed her mug full in one gulp.

"Let's leave it with, slimy yet...satisfying." Briar gagged.

"Fuck you, you nasty bitch."

Natasha laughed, "I've offered, several times."

Briar shook her head, "I don't fuck where I sleep."

"That doesn't make a whole lot of sense." They heard a voice call. Briar's head snapped over to our balcony door, which was now closing on a very disheveled Clint Barton. His hoodie hung off his frame, obviously torn in a fight. Clint, was a character; the only one of Natasha's group that was ever allowed to meet her. She loved him and couldn't count the number of times he'd shown up, carrying pizza and begging to rewatch Avatar. One time, he'd even brought a dog, Lucky. From that moment on, he'd had a permanent invitation and open door to their place. Other than him, no one had ever been allowed inside the apartment and in the four years she had known Natasha, she'd never met a single friend other than Clint.

For good reason though; living with a semi retired Avenger was dangerous. She never wanted to try and draw more attention to our friendship and home by bringing home extras. Well, high profile extras, according to her.

"No one asked you, bird brain." Brisr smiled. Clint perched himself beside me on the counter, snatching the half full coffee pot from its machine and taking a swig straight from it.

She rolled her eyes and simply took another drink of her own, having learned long ago any war involving coffee was a war that would never be won with Clint.

"Oh yeah, Nat, uhm...Boss wants to talk to you. Says you should probably call him, like...an hour ago."

"So, we arent gonna address the bloodied knuckles and tattered clothes?" Briar cocked an eyebrow and glanced between the two. Nat shook her head, "Probably not. I'm gonna go make this call." A moment later she was gone, leaving poor Briar at the mercy of the blonde coffee fiend.

Clint finished off the remainder of the coffee sitting in the pot and scooted closer to me, bumping his shoulder against my own.

"So, how's work going?" He wiggled his eyebrows, flashing his side cocked smile. laughed, raking a hand through my hair. Her finger snagged into a blue tendril and pulling at it absently while she answered,

"Honestly? It's fine. That's it. I expected a bit more from a high profile firm. I took two cases from the lead designer and one from a coworker at their behest, but, there isn't too much to go around." Briar had switched from a solo home design firm almost eight months before. While being her own boss was pretty much heaven, she needed health insurance and there was no way she could afford those payments on my own. So, she took the newest Senior Designer spot at Legendary Interiors and the rest was history. Even with the small work load currently, Briar was pretty lucky with them. The base pay was substantial and there was always a fifteen percent commission for Senior levels. She had her health insurance and not once had she been asked to remove her piercings, change her hair color, or cover her tattoos.

"But, I'm lucky. So, I don't wanna complain too much. Plus...you should see the room I'm working on now. The case came nameless to me, but, the space is amazing. From what I can tell, I actually have the space to do all of the projects I've come up with. The proposal is being sent in on Monday afternoon. Hopefully..." Briar took a large breath, "its accepted." Clint nudged her,

"You're fantastic, Briar. It will be" He hopped off the counter, putting the now empty pot back into it's holder and held out his hand.

"Show it to me, Smurfette."

Briar laughed at him and abandoned her coffee cup to drag Clint down the hall to the design room. She flipped the light switch and pulled him over to the light table. Rough sketches of a modern penthouse with multiple greenery patches throughout the floorplan lay upon the table, littered with various colored ink marks. Clint sat on the stool and studied them for a few moments, chiding the blue haired woman for biting on her nails whilst he was doing so.

"This is great, B. The greenery you've used is so...oddly placed but, it works."

She squealed, "That's what I was going for. The client is a war veteran with severe PTSD. I wanted him to have the modern space he requested, but...he originally just asked for a little spot in the house to retreat to. But, I put a bunch of spaces around the house. Triggers arent confined to one space. So, why should his self care depend on getting to one specific area?"

Clint nodded along with her rambling, something obviously ticking away in that big brain of his.

She smacked his shoulder softly to get his attention, "Whatcha thinking, bird brain?"

He turned to look at his friend, a shit eating smirk plastered on his face.

"I know whose space you're designing."

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Bucky had sent the proposal for a new design over to Legendary six weeks ago. By now, he had hoped to see at least a rough sketch. Except for a few short email exchanges between himself and the Vice President of Design, he had no information on who had taken his project nor, what they were doing with it.

He pulled out his phone and shot a text to Tony,

'You said that design place was the best, right?'

Not a moment later: 'Yes, tin man. Who got your project? Katherine? Jonas?'

'I don't know, Tony. I haven't heard from anyone other than Camille. She didn't give my name to the designer like I asked, which I appreciate, but I don't know whose working on it.'

Bucky managed to fix himself a hot cup of lavender tea before Tony responded with a name and a phone number.

'Her name is Briar Hawthorne. She's been with them eight months and is their newest Senior Designer. Camille gave it to her specially. That's her cell phone number. I had to schmooze for that. Use it wisely, old man.'

Bucky laughed, Tony schmoozing on his behalf was still jarring. But, thankfully, the past decided to stay in the past after the Thanos affair. There was too much to rebuild and too much to cherish now, there wasn't time for wallowing in past mistakes. He sat on his bed, pulling a sleeping Alpine tightly to his side and shot a message over to Briar.

Hopefully, he could get some information on his damn apartment design.

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Briar sat on the balcony, weary eyed, and staring at the text message on her phone. She took another inhale of her joint and leaned her head back against the egg shaped hanging chair she was in. An exhale later she was typing her fifth attempt at a response to him.

She took another drag of the joint and recalled finding out the identity of her client.

Clint had laughed for a good five minutes. Chuckling at the absolute fucking serendipity he was watching unfold. Natasha had come in as he was dying down and as soon as he told her - in a hushed whisper between two very best friends - she had also spent a full five dying from laughter.

Turns out, the client was none other than Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. A.k.a. the Winter Soldier. Natasha had complemented the decision on the multiple greenery spaces for relaxtion and meditation, saying that the Sergeant would like that idea. Clint had teased Natasha about how she couldn't hog their Smurfette anymore, knowing that the team would likely attach themselves to Briar quickly.

She reread the text for the hundredth time.

'Hi, Ms. Hawthrone.

My name is James Barnes, and I am the client whose penthouse you are designing currently. I know originally I asked to remain anonymous but, I wanted to check the progress on the design. I've not recieved any sort of update.

Thank you, again. '

He seemed so formal. Briar was stuck on how to respond, wondering if she should mention Natasha or if she should just be professional.

'Mr. Barnes,

Thank you for reaching out. I apologize that you have not been provided with regular updates but, I can tell you that the draft proposal and cost summary will be available to you on your account dashboard on Monday. I submitted my idea to Camille yesterday afternoon. Please don't hesitate to reach out with any other questions or concerns.

- Briar Hawthorne'

Professional, succinct.

Boring.

She hit send and stuffed the phone down beside her thigh in hopes that the cushion on the chair would muffle the vibrations so she could ignore it should he respond. Briar finished out her joint and pulled another from her cigarette case and lit it up.

She felt the dooming buzz of an incoming message on her thigh and groaned.

It was James.

'Could we maybe meet tomorrow and go over the plans together? I would feel better going over the plans with the actual designer. Not her boss.

And call me Bucky. All my friends do.'

So, they were friends now? She chuckled and settled back into the chair again.

Meeting a client off the clock could go wrong, there was no telling if she'd face repercussions on Monday.

But, the opportunity to present her project on her terms in her words...

'Yeah, sure. I can do a full layout set up on my design wall here at the house. Just text Natasha for the address. She doesn't let me give it out. She's a weird roommate.

And call me, Briar.'

There. She threw it in.

The frustrated groan yell from inside the house a moment later meant that Bucky was quicker on the draw than she would have thought.

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JMT tag: @sea040561 @heli0s-writes @suz-123

Thank you to you, reading this. Yeah, you. You're awesome.

#bucky x oc #bucky x ofc #marvel #fanfic #plus size character #bucky x plus size ofc #bucky barnes #marvel fanfiction

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littlereyofsunlight · 5 years ago

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The Fire is So Delightful

Hi @geekynerddemon, I’m your @steggyfanevents secret santa! You chose modern AU from the options I gave you, so I wrote you some firefighter Steve Rogers and a self-rescuing Peggy Carter. There’s a cat in a tree, plus a bunch of the usual suspects from the MCU. Chapter 2 coming shortly!

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ch 1/2 Rating: Gen Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Characters: Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Sif, Dum Dum Dugan Additional Tags: Firefighter AU, Modern Day AU, romcom, meet-cute, the gang’s all here Summary: Peggy rescues a cat from a tree. Steve doesn’t help.

“Will you look after Liho for me?” Natasha’s sudden request startled Peggy out of her contemplation of the drink in front of her. They were at their usual place, a dingy little bar down the block from work where the bartenders all knew them and they could hold a conversation without having to shout over music or dodge the advances of the neighborhood suits, who generally avoided the place owing to its distinctly aggressive lack of atmosphere.

“Sorry?”

Natasha kept her eyes on her own drink, fidgeting with the straw. Natasha, normally a beer drinker, or after especially difficult weeks just straight vodka, had ordered one of the bar’s ridiculous cocktails. It was tequila-based, neon orange, came in a Tiki cup and had what looked to Peggy like an entire mint plant sticking out the top. “I’m going out of town for the holiday and I need a cat-sitter.”

Peggy had worked with Natasha on the analyst team for six years now, but she’d only ever been invited to her home once, a few months ago. “I’d be happy to, I have no plans.” As a rule, she saved the trans-Atlantic flights for better weather. Her parents weren’t big on Christmas, anyways.

Natasha gave a quick little half smile, and Peggy noticed her shoulders drop a good inch. “Thank you.” She took a sip of her drink, holding the ostentatious garnish away from her face as she did so. “My, um, ex-girlfriend is also going to be home for the holiday, so I didn’t want to just do a short trip this year. I’ll get you a key next week.” Then she changed the subject back to work, and they strategized about their supervisor’s latest power play—and speculated how their beloved admin Darcy Lewis might undermine it—until much too late for a work night.

Two weeks later, Peggy set her bag down just inside the threshold of Natasha’s bright, clean two-story duplex. “Are you sure you want me to stay?”

Nat waved her hand. “It’s such a long drive between your neighborhood and mine. If you’d be more comfortable at home, of course, Liho will be fine.”

Peggy looked around the downstairs living area, flooded with early afternoon light. “I’m sure I’ll be perfectly comfortable here. I just know how very private you are.”

Nat gave her a shy smile. “I think we’re past all that, aren’t we?”

“I’m glad you feel that way.” Peggy smiled broadly back.

“Okay, bedroom is upstairs and there are fresh sheets and towels and everything. Help yourself to anything in the fridge or pantry, of course. I got some of those yogurts you always eat, plus this—” Nat thrust a nice bottle of red wine into Peggy’s hands, though Peggy wasn’t sure exactly where she’d been hiding it up until then “—Her food is on the counter, please just the listed amounts, because she is a terrible beggar and will try to weasel more food out of you.“

“Noted,” Peggy said.

“And her litter boxes are in the bathrooms, the litter is flushable.”

“Convenient.”

“Also, she sometimes tries to escape out the front door, so look out for that.”

“So to review, your cat is a cat who acts like a cat,” Peggy teased. “I have this handled, I promise. Liho and I will get some quality time on your couch with everyone’s favorite streaming network while you spend the holiday with your sexy ex. Now get out of here. Maria’s waiting for you, isn’t she?”

“Thank you, Peggy,” Natasha said, as she rolled her eyes but pulled her in for a quick hug nonetheless. “Liho’s hiding upstairs, but she’ll probably come down around dinnertime, so like, six, if she doesn’t get curious about you before then.”

“Is she very interested in people?” Peggy’s grandmother kept cats in her little London flat, and they were always all over the place regardless of who was visiting, though she supposed that could have been more out of necessity. The few times she and her brother Michael had tried to play hide-and-seek while visiting Nana had been very anticlimactic: there were only two good child-sized (or even cat-sized) hiding spots in the whole place.

Nat shook her head. “She and I get along because we’re very similar.”

“So if I lose her, I should just put out a saucer of vodka.”

“It might work,” Nat allowed. “Smart-ass.”

“Aren’t you leaving?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nat looked up the stairs one more time. “Thanks again. Text me if you need anything.”

“We won’t.” Peggy raised her eyebrow. “Text me if you get some this weekend.”

Nat actually blushed at that, to Peggy’s surprise. “You’re sort of wearing on my gratitude, here,” she grumbled fondly. She picked up her bag and took her coat off the hook.

Peggy threw up her hands. “Yes, I’m trying to get you to leave already!”

Laughing over her shoulder, Nat finally opened the door. “See you in a week.”

“Drive safe!” Peggy called after her.

“Oh!” Nat called, stopping beside her car. “My neighbors are all pretty friendly, don’t be surprised if someone pops by.”

Before Peggy could formulate a response (How friendly? Which neighbors? Why aren’t any of them watching your cat?), Nat was in her car and on her way. “Thanks for that advice, I guess,” Peggy said to herself. She closed the door and looked around. At least this Christmas she’d be alone in a new location, she mused. She pulled out her phone and tapped out a quick message to her friend Angie back home, even though Peggy knew she’d be asleep already. She scrolled aimlessly through the apps on her phone, hovering over the ‘dating’ folder she’d shoved Hinge and Bumble and all the rest into after the last in a series of disastrous dates over the summer. Peggy hated to admit it, even to herself, but she was lonely.

True to Natasha’s word, a small, sleek black cat poked her head through the top two spindles of the stairs promptly at six pm and, upon seeing Peggy on the couch but not Natasha, she let out a series of squeaking chirps. Peggy put down the novel she’d borrowed from Nat’s bookshelf—Lauren Beukes’s Broken Monsters, and here Peggy had thought Nat to be more of a nonfiction reader—and got up to see what Liho’s dinner situation was.

Natasha very clearly cared a great deal for the skinny little cat who, according to Nat, had turned up on her doorstep one day and invited herself to stay forever. There was a stainless steel water dish that continuously burbled up a little fountain, and two shallow dishes, one for wet food and one for dry. On the counter above the cat’s dishes, Nat had thoughtfully set out Liho’s food, all fancy brand-name specialty stuff. Liho chirped at her a few more times while Peggy dumped a can of wet into the designated bowl, and she kept making adorable little nomming noises while she chowed down. Peggy stroked her hand down the cat’s back and Liho jumped and shot Peggy an affronted look before she went back to her food.

“No touchy while eating, got it.” Peggy left the cat to her meal and grabbed her phone to see what delivery options were available in Nat’s neighborhood. As she tried to decide between Mexican and an interesting Vietnamese-fusion place, the doorbell rang.

Peggy opened the door to a barefoot, confused-looking man wearing a t-shirt despite the frigid weather. He sketched a brief wave before launching into a query in sign language, but she couldn’t hope to follow. Peggy waved back and gave him a broad “huh” gesture. He nodded and reached up to turn on the hearing aids hidden under his hat.

“Is Nat home?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, she’s not in,” Peggy responded.

“I’m her neighbor, Clint,” he said, pointing his thumb at the other side of the duplex. “I was hoping she’d want to split a takeout order.”

“Oh!” Peggy said, realization dawning. “I’m Peggy, Nat’s friend from work. I’m watching her cat for the week. Did she tell you she was going back for the holiday?”

Clint watched her lips closely and nodded as she spoke. “Right, sorry, I forgot.” He scratched the back of his head under his knit cap and squinted at her. “Do you maybe want to go in on some takeout?”

A grin spread across her face and she opened the door wider. “What do you think of the Vietnamese place?”

Clint gave her both thumbs up. “The báhn bao are freaking amazing.”

When Nat texted later that evening to let Peggy know she’d arrived, Peggy and Clint snapped a quick photo for her with their very impressive spread of food and Liho just barely visible in the background, creeping on the interlopers in her home from the top of the stairs. Nat texted back a laughing with tears emoji and then when you go to bed tonight double check under the covers. she sometimes attacks feet if she’s not expecting them

Noted, Peggy replied. More normal cat behavior.

Nat sent back the eye-roll emoji.

Have you seen Maria yet? Peggy hoped she wasn’t being too nosy. She and Nat had been friendly for years but this new level, with in-home cat-sitting and ex-sex-discussing, was still pretty new for them.

In response, a photo appeared of Nat’s slim fingers around a half-drunk pint glass. she’s meeting me in 30 minutes, got here early for some liquid courage

Peggy sent her a string of crossed fingers and martini glasses, punctuated with a purple heart.

Nat sent back a purple heart and Peggy felt it in her chest, warm and liquid. She didn’t have many good friends, and all of them were back home in the UK. Nat, standoffish, prickly, elusive Nat, was turning out to be her first real friend in the States.

Just then, Liho jumped up into Peggy’s lap and butted her head against the hand holding her phone. Now she was ready for Peggy to pet her.

Clint was good company, and he turned out to unabashedly love Love Island, which Peggy watched to keep up with Angie’s opinions on the subject, so he and Peggy re-started the beginning of the third series together and talked about how Camilla was too good for the rest of the crowd.

While Peggy got ready for bed, she poked her head around the upstairs, looking for Liho as she brushed her teeth and slathered on moisturizer, dipping back into the bathroom to spit and then to dab on a spot treatment.

“Where are you hiding, miss?” She peeked behind the door of Nat’s second bedroom, set up as an office. She spun the desk chair around, but there was no cat curled in a ball in the seat. Peggy went into Nat’s bedroom and threw back the covers, but no luck. She called and called, but Liho didn’t poke her head out, didn’t answer with a chirp. Peggy searched the whole house twice, and then remembered what Nat had said about the front door. Had it been open too long when Clint left? Peggy had said goodnight and gone to put away her leftovers, she hadn’t watched to see if the cat stayed inside. She couldn’t remember seeing her after that.

Feeling out of sorts, Peggy grabbed her phone and Nat’s key, tossed a hoodie on over her sleeping shirt and shoved her feet into her sneakers. She opened the door and stepped onto the stoop, calling softly for Liho as she shut the door firmly behind her, in case the cat was still inside. “If you’re out here, darling, please come back inside.” Peggy shivered as a cold wind blew down the street, throwing the bare branches of the tree in Nat’s yard against each other. A full moon and a cloudless sky, plus the street lamps and the festive lights on many of the houses meant the street was fairly well-lit, even at this hour.

She turned on the flashlight on her phone and swept the light around the walkway, focusing on the spots in shadow. “Liho!” She stepped off the stoop and into the yard. Over the wind, Peggy heard it. An unmistakable chirp. She spun around, trying to see the cat. “Come here, kitty!” Against her better judgement, she made kissy noises and thanked the lord no one else seemed to be out at this hour. Another chirp, and this time Peggy realized where it was coming from. She aimed her light at the tree. Standing in a vee about halfway up the old oak was Liho, shivering in the wind.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Peggy said, “did you get yourself stuck up there?” Liho chirped back at her and stayed put.

Peggy eyed the tree trunk. She’d climbed more difficult ones, to be sure, but not since primary school. She tucked her phone and keys into her pocket and zipped her hoodie up to her chin. “I’m gonna get you down,” she told the cat. “Don’t worry,” she said, mostly to herself.

As Peggy climbed, Liho retreated further up into the branches. “That’s the wrong direction!” Peggy complained. But she could keep going, so she did. The street lamp provided decent illumination, and it was a dry, cold night, so the bark wasn’t slippery against her rubber-soled shoes.

A truck rumbled down the street and stopped at a nearby house and Peggy hoped the occupants wouldn’t notice her, climbing a tree at midnight in her pajamas.

“Uh, ma’am?” A voice called up from below.

“Bugger,” Peggy cursed. No such luck.

She didn’t dare look down, the branches were starting to get thin. Liho watched the man on the street with some interest, though, which might work in Peggy’s favor. “Ma’am I’m with the fire department. Is everything okay up there?”

Peggy had to laugh. “I’m fine, just retrieving a cat. But you seem to be short a hook and ladder, or even a siren. So try again, Mr. Fireman.”

She heard a sigh from down below, but Liho was cautiously creeping towards Peggy along one of the topmost branches. “That’s it, come here.” Peggy reached out her hand and Liho came closer. Peggy braced herself against the trunk of the tree, hugging it with her thighs, and then she grabbed the cat by the scruff of her neck. Liho let out an undignified squawk but didn’t fight her grip, allowing Peggy to drag her close to her chest and hold her there.

“Good job,” the man encouraged.

“No thanks to you,” Peggy muttered. She climbed down. Liho, to her credit, submitted to Peggy’s hold like a kitten in her mama’s jaws. Soon enough, they were both out of the tree.

The supposed firefighter stood several feet away on the sidewalk, watching. “All set?” he asked.

“We’re fine.” She finally got a good look at him then, and well, he did look the part. At least six feet tall, with broad shoulders, fair hair, and a clean-cut All-American sort of look, if the chiseled jawline throwing shadows under the streetlamps were anything to go by. He wasn’t in his gear, of course, just jeans and a short leather jacket. It was still a good look on him.

He looked back up the tree. “You, uh, you’re pretty good at that.” He looked back to her and gave her a small smile.

“It’s not my first tree.” She looked him up and down. “Are you really a firefighter?”

He hooked his thumb back at his truck. “Not on duty. I heard the call on my radio, and I was nearby.” Now Peggy could see the bar of lights on the top of his truck. “I’m guessing you didn’t call this in, though? You definitely had things under control.”

She smiled despite herself. “I did have it under control.”

He nodded. “Well, glad I could be of no help at all.”

“You certainly did get here quickly, so points for that, I suppose.” She shifted the cat against her and took a tentative step closer.

“I live in the neighborhood.” He took a step closer, too. Peggy could see the wry smile on his lush mouth now. “Steve Rogers,” he offered.

“Peggy Carter. I’m just cat-sitting for a friend.” She cut him a look under her lashes, having a bit of fun. “But I’m starting to see why my friend likes this location.” Steve open and shut his mouth a few times, and then his reply was cut off by the wail of a siren. They both turned to look as a fire truck careened down the street. Steve stepped into the center of the road to flag them down. As the siren got louder, Peggy felt Liho tense under her hands, her front claws digging into Peggy’s sweatshirt. She tried to hold her close, but the cat squirmed away and bounded right back up into the tree. “Oh, Bloody Nora!”

He came back to stand beside her, hands on his hips. “Did the cat just run back up the tree?”

Peggy sighed. “The cat just ran back up the tree.”

“Well,” Steve scratched at the back of his head as he looked up to where Liho had perched herself, “I have that ladder now.”

“Captain Rogers!” Someone called from over by the truck. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Steve checked his watch. “Lieutenant Barnes, somehow I made it here a full five minutes before you did.”

“Aw, Steve, it’s a cat in a tree.”

“I told him we should get our hustle on for any call in your neighborhood, Cap,” another firefighter piped up.

“You should hustle for any call anywhere, come on, team” Steve’s voice got more commanding as he spoke with the members of the crew.

“Is that the cat’s owner?” another crew member piped up, gesturing at Peggy as she climbed down from the truck.

“I’m caring for her, yes,” Peggy replied.

The woman looked up at the tree and back at Peggy. “Would she let someone hold her if we got the ladder up there?”

Peggy considered. “She’s not great with new people.”

The firefighter nodded and looked back at Steve. “Cat bag.”

“Cat bag,” Steve agreed. “Ms. Carter here already got her down once, so I don’t think this one’s a jumper.”

The rest of the crew all exchanged looks, disbelief clear on their faces despite the truck’s flashing lights throwing strange shadows over the group. “Uh, what?” The handsome one Steve had called Barnes broke the awkward silence.

“I got her down,” Peggy explained. “Then your siren scared her and she went right back up.”

Another firefighter—also a handsome man, Peggy noticed—looked slowly between Peggy and the tree. “So if you didn’t have any trouble getting up there, then why …?” He squinted back at Peggy.

“She didn’t call this in, it must have been a neighbor.” Steve clapped his hands together. “All right, it’s cold out and I’m sure that cat wants to be warm inside, just like the rest of us. Who’s going up?”

“Not it,” both Barnes and the other one said at the same time.

“Wilson,” Barnes whined, “I got the last one.”

“Allergies, man. You’d have to dose me with Benadryl if you want me within five feet of a cat.” Wilson shrugged. “Sif, can you take this one?’

The female firefighter—yet again a very attractive person, statuesque with dark hair and big, dark eyes, Peggy was starting to wonder if the entire engine company put out a calendar every year—already had a burlap sack, which Peggy assumed was the cat bag, in her hands, along with a length of nylon rope and carabiners. She rolled her eyes at the other two. “Well, it’s not like Cap’s going to send Dum Dum up after her, is it?”

As if on cue, a fourth fire fighter stuck his head out of the truck’s door. “Everything okay out here?”

“Thanks for the help, Dugan!” Steve shouted back.

“Oh! Cap! Didn’t realize you were here!”

Steve waved him off and turned back to Sif. “You don’t want the ladder?”

Sif looked at the tree. “Nah, it’ll go faster and scare the cat less if I climb up. What’s her name?” The last part she addressed to Peggy.

“Liho.”

Sif nodded, put on some thick work gloves she produced from a pocket, clipped the cat bag to her belt and up she went.

“You know,” Peggy said, standing next to Steve as they watched Sif’s ascent, “if you lot hadn’t showed up I’d already be back in the house with the cat I’ve been entrusted to look after.”

She could hear the smile in his voice as he replied. “But then you wouldn’t have met me or my motley crew, and wouldn’t that have been a shame.”

Peggy eyed him speculatively and took a breath. “Jury’s still out. Perhaps you could buy me coffee sometime, Captain, as an apology for keeping me up so late. Give me more time to decide.” She felt brazen, hitting on a man who was there to do his work, but he wasn’t her neighbor, after all. And she was intrigued by this man, his apparent kindness, how he showed up even when his shift was over, not to mention the easy way he had with the people under his command. Captain Steve Rogers was the sort of man she wanted to get to know better. And, not to put too fine a point on it ... he was sexy.

Half his mouth quirked up in a self-conscious smile and he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Coffee, huh?” He looked at her, his ridiculously long eyelashes casting shadows on his face in the strange light. “Could we make it dinner? Tomorrow?” He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on the balls of his feet. “With the upcoming holidays, I’m going to be working ten days straight. Better to get it out of the way.”

“Oh.” Peggy’s spirits fell.

“No!” Steve backtracked, eyes wide. “That came out all wrong. That was me trying not to uh, sound too eager? Also, I’m tired, and one of my firefighters is up a tree, and you are a very attractive woman and you just asked me out and my brain might be short-circuiting right now?”

Peggy had to laugh at that. “Okay, okay, stop digging.”

“You have to forgive Cap,” Wilson said from behind them. “We don’t let him out much.”

“This may in fact be the first non-work conversation he’s had with a woman,” Barnes chimed in. “Sorry it was so bad. He’s terrible at flirting.”

Steve took the good-natured teasing in stride. “Watch it, you two,” he warned them, but there was only wry warmth in his tone as he shook his head.

“I agree, it was very lacklustre flirting,” Peggy said. “You’ll need to step up your game for dinner tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve replied, a broad smile on his face.

“Got her!” Sif called from above. “Coming down. Good job securing a date, Cap.”

Peggy had to agree with that, too.

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