#look at nick trying so hard not to smile when sharon told him that

[rosehathawhey]

Nick: I don’t know if you’ve heard this but I’ve been seeing someone new.  Sharon: I hadn’t. Nick: It’s Sally Spectra. Sharon: Uh, well, I guess I should be shocked but...

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[x-childish-x]

Could you please write Steve Rogers one shot where the reader has a crush on Steve ( and everyone can see it) but she is much younger than him (like 19 or smth) and best friends with Peter Parker and a little bit shy and cute and steve likes her too but he’s a little scared because she’s so much younger than her so he tried to be with sharon and the reader is hurt and jealous and just a lot of fluff at the end AND please involve the avengers ( like tony, bucky, sam, nat usw.)💕💕💕

My Old Man

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: slight age gap (hypothetically since he's biologically like 24), angst, anger, betrayal, drama, FLUFF

Word Count: 2,056

A/N: Okay, this kind of ended up being a little more towards an AU. (y/n/n): Your nick name But, I hope it's what you wanted and that you enjoy it. Sorry it ended up being so long and took me so long to get out!! I really enjoyed writing this! Thank you so much for this request and your love and support. Yay to the first Steve Rogers fic!! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged.

Summary: After spending multiple months flirting with Steve, he gets with Sharon and you have to deal with the mess he created.

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"Stevie!" You cheered, bolting towards the blonde-haired boy who welcomed you with open arms.

"Hey, kitten!" Steve smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, ignoring the teasing look Bucky gave him, "What's a girl like you doing here on a Friday night?"

You pulled back from the hug, pouting as you looked up at Steve, "Studying with Peter."

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Peter called from the living room where he was talking with Tony.

"Yes, you are! You know I hate physics!"

Steve chuckled at your pout, "Aw, c'mon, kitten. You're too pretty to be pouting like this."

Immediately your cheeks flushed as you heard Bucky and Sam chuckle from their seats at the kitchen table. Time with Steve was always like this. The two of you flirted and teased each other. You liked him immensely, and you hoped that he liked you too, that the flirting wasn't just teasing. Of course, though, the flirting was mainly Steve. You would try to make conversation, but the moment Steve started to flirt with you, you would get so shy around him.

Steve watched as you waved at him bashfully, skipping off to where Peter was calling for you. Bucky called Steve over to where he and Sam were sitting at the table, both wearing shit-eating grins. Steve sighed, sitting down in a seat and preparing himself for the oncoming lecture.

"Kitten?" Sam teased, "Really?"

"Oh, come on," Steve groaned, "It's just because of her mutation! She transforms into a cat!"

Sam rolled his eyes as Bucky laughed, "Don't you think it's dangerous, though? Getting involved with someone so young?"

Steve gave Sam an odd look, "I mean... I haven't thought about it that way. I've just told myself that I'm technically not older than 20 biologically."

"Sure, that's technically correct, punk. But... there's so much age difference between you and her," Buck sighed, looking at his beer, "Do you think it would work out? I mean... she's still in college."

"Hey, stop discouraging him so much," Sam fired at Bucky, "They're cute, and they would be good for one another, you know that. You're just jealous that he can find someone and you can't."

"Watch it," Bucky pouted, glaring at Sam, "I will beat you."

In another part of the compound, you sat in Tony's lab, listening to both Tony and Peter try to explain the physics assignment to you. You were beginning to understand it, but you still didn't fully grasp the concept. Who decided to make physics so hard anyways?

You were beyond relieved when you finally finished the assignment and were able to venture off with Peter. Steve, Bucky, and Sam had all left already, but you and Peter were more than happy to strike up a conversation with Vision and Wanda. You'd met Peter when you had transferred over to his school in the second grade, and ever since then, you'd been inseparable.

"So (y/n)," Wanda smiled, nudging your shoulder softly, "When are you going to tell Steve you're interested.

"What!?" You yelped, looking around quickly to make sure Steve wasn't there, "What? I have no clue what you're talking about! That's... ha.... what!?"

Immediately Peter, Wanda, and Vision all broke out into light laughter at your panic. Wanda smiled her warm, gentle smile, "Hun, it's okay, we all know. We all think you two would be really cute, actually."

With wide eyes, you directed your gaze to your best friend Peter, who sat beside you. Expecting some sort of back up you felt incredibly betrayed as he gave you your guilty smile.

"Sorry, (y/n/n), I agree with them," Peter shrugged with his words, causing you to gasp.

"He likes you back," Wanda spoke softly, trying to encourage you, "Nothing bad could come out of you telling him something he probably already knows."

Right as you went to respond, your phone rang, and you silently thanked your mother for choosing that exact moment to call you. As she told you she was waiting patiently outside your apartment, you decided that you would have to verbally thank her when you got back. You quickly thanked them all and rushed out of the compound, desperate to get away from everything they were trying to make you face.

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You hadn't been to the compound since your conversation with Wanda and Peter, which had been nearly two weeks ago. Your classes had ended up swamping you with work, but finally, you seemed to catch a break. Peter, though he'd seen you literally every single day since then, had invited you back to the compound. You couldn't lie and say you weren't excited because you were.

You missed listening to Steve and Tony bicker, as well as Bucky and Sam bicker. You missed smelling Wanda's cooking and listening to Clint and Nat's amazing battle stories. The compound was always so full of life that you missed it every time you left. Sure, you were technically an Avenger, but Tony knew you wanted to focus more on your studies.

As you and Peter stepped out of the elevator, the group's laughter filled your ears, and you couldn't help but smile at the sound. There was an unfamiliar laugh that you didn't recognize. However, you didn't think much of it as Peter and you entered the living room cheerfully.

"Hey, guys!" Peter piped up cheerfully.

Your gaze flicked around the room before landing on Sharon, who was sitting on Steve's lap. You froze immediately, your heart-stopping the moment the sight registered in your mind. Biting your lip, you forced yourself to look away as tears rose in your eyes. You'd been so prepared to tell Steve today, you'd spent the past two weeks psyching yourself up to tell him, and now... now he was with Sharon?

Sharon, of all people? What did she have that you didn't? You were just as smart, if not smarter. You were just as skilled in combat, and hell, you could turn into any breed of cat that you wanted. The last time you checked, Sharon couldn't do that. Your sadness quickly turned into jealously and anger as you repeatedly told yourself the reasons why you were better than Sharon.

Peter coaxed you down to a spot on the couch at the realization that your silence was slightly awkward. Nobody had spoken since you entered the room, and you hadn't moved from your spot. His heart ached for you, and part of him was upset with Tony for not telling him about Steve and Sharon.

The rest of the night was incredibly tense. While everyone else tried to continue the conversation, you sat there brooding. You watched Sharon fawn all over Steve, and even though you could register that he was fairly uncomfortable, you couldn't shake the anger off. Sharon... over you? Really?

Finally, when Sharon kissed Steve's jaw, you leaped up, tears in your eyes as you stormed out of the room. You rushed down the halls until you finally reached the room that was set up to be Peter's room for whenever he wanted to stay over. You flopped down onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

Light footsteps echoed down the hallway, and if it wasn't for your enhanced hearing, you probably wouldn't have heard them. The door opened and closed slowly, and the mattress soon dipped beside you. Despite no words having been said, you knew it was Nat. She was the only person in the entire compound that could step and move that lightly beside you due to your feline mutation.

"None of us knew until they arrived," Her voice was soft as she spoke to you, "My bet is that Steve's trying to distract himself from you."

"Don't try to flatter me, Nat," You sniffled as you glared at the ceiling, "Why on earth would he 'distract' himself from me?"

Nat chuckled at your jealously as you huffed, "Because he's scared (y/n). Steve hasn't been with anyone in 80 years or so. You're young. He's literally 100. What isn't there for him to be scared?"

"Well, it's dumb," You grumbled, "I'm scared too, but you don't see me getting with a random guy."

"You're right. He executed it terribly."

"No kidding."

"Just.. tell him, kiddo. Worst that happens is he misses a chance with the best girl."

You leaned upon your elbows as you watched Nat get up and leave the room. You dropped back down with a sigh as your tears ceased. What were you supposed to do? Even if Steve was just doing this to distract himself from the fears that come with liking you, he hurt you. He hurt you deeply. You'd been flirting with each other for months, and suddenly he's with Sharon?

You groaned. This was all just too much for you. Being completely honest with yourself, part of you just wanted to go home, cuddle up in bed, and watch movies for the rest of the day. You sighed at the sound of the door opening and closing, not bothering you look up to see who it was, you simply pouted.

"I'm sorry."

You leaped up at the sound of Steve's voice. Forcing yourself to sit up straight, you gulped as you stared at the man in front of you. You quickly wiped your tears as you looked over Steve, trying to force yourself to stay angry at him, even though it was nearly impossible with his sad puppy look.

"I messed up," Steve said, "I... I like you, I like you a lot, kitten. And I was scared because I'm really old, like a hundred years old, old. And you're so young. I was just afraid.. that... you wouldn't want someone as old as me. So I tried to distract myself with Sharon over the past few days, but god, she's just not you, kitten."

Tears rose in your eyes once more as Steve came and sat beside you on the bed, "Nobody compares to you. Your gorgeous eyes and your enchanting smile. Your laugh makes my heart stop every single time. (Y/n), kitten, I messed up bad. But please forgive me," Steve reached forward and grabbed your hand, "I haven't done any of this relationship stuff for a while, but I want to restart with you. I want to learn how to do it all again with you."

A quiet sob fell from your lips as you nodded. Your mind was scrambling to find the right words as Steve smiled widely. Opening your mouth to try to speak, Steve immediately cut you off. He yanked you into his chest and engulfed you in his arms as another cry escaped. You wrapped your arms around him, holding onto him as if he was your entire life source. His head dipped to rest on top of yours as you cried into his chest.

"Thank you," Steve whispered.

"Stevie, I don't care if you think you're old," You couldn't help the giggle that fell from your lips as you pulled back to look up at him, "You're my old man."

Steve couldn't help but laugh along with you, watching as your face lit up with happiness. At that moment, Steve knew that nothing else mattered. Nobody's opinion mattered. If Steve got to be the one to make you glow with happiness like that, every single day, everything he'd ever been through would have been more than worth it. Smiling widely, he dipped his head down to rest his forehead against yours, watching your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes as they watched him.

"I read once that when cats bump heads, it means they're marking territory," Steve whispered, moving his head ever so slightly to bump your nose, "Claiming something is there's when they're comfortable," You smiled widely, as you gave a slight nod, "I adore you, (y/n)."

"I adore you more, Stevie," You allowed your eyes to drift from Steve and look around Peter's room, "But we should probably leave Peter's room."

Steve's hearty laugh filled the air upon your words, causing your heads to separate as he laughed. However, you stayed holding one another, relishing in the bliss that you'd spent so long denying yourselves of. At that moment, both of you knew that there was no place you would rather be than with one another.

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Sucker For Pain i

SUMMARY: You were new to the team, but what everyone didn't know was you weren't so new to the God of Mischief. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Ex!Reader [Ex to Lovers again?] WARNINGS: Profanities. Suggestive Themes. Slight Angst and horrible self-image. Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] WORDS: 2,956 CHAPTERS: [1/3] A/N; Life happened and yeah, didn’t have much time to write. Not my best work for this mini-series, but I’m fighting through for this. Hope you guys enjoy~

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"Agent Y/N Y/L/N." You introduced yourself the first moment you were escorted into the compound by Director Nick Fury. Multiple sets of faces both new and old had come to greet you. For a moment you wouldn't even believe that this is was the new life you would find yourself to be a part of from now on.

Years in the job for SHIELD before disappearing off the grid to get as much information about HYDRA, everyone had thought you had betrayed them and you had accepted that they would think so lowly of you after all the near-deaths you had to endure on the job. Even with the mission becoming more of a death wish, you had accepted the role Nick had given you all those years ago and now you were rewarded, immensely. A spot on the Avengers as part of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

The familiar face of Nat was the first to greet you with a hug. A fiercely tight one, it had been so long since you've seen a friend. Then your eyes fell towards the rest of the team; Bucky Barnes, who you had a few close encounters with during your time with HYDRA. You had witness everything they had done to him and stood on trail to clean his name. Steve Rogers, who, with Sharon Carter, had assisted in guarding Steve while SHIELD was still under HYDRA's control. But among the familiar faces, one stood out the most.

Loki Laufeyson.

To many, the man was a snake, a God that had once brought death and destruction in New York. But to you, he was different, this was the man that you had spent your lonely nights with while under the guise of a traitor. It had once just been a physically thing between the two of you, neither wanting to know about each other's lives. You knew he was a God, a man that had wronged the world, but he had never known about you, the woman that had painted yourself as a traitor for the better of the world. The one that had been called every name on the book for the sake of making sure you did your part right.

Then it got serious between the two of you. Admission of love was told between both of your lips. But it was dangerous for you two to be together especially when you were already told by Fury that you can come back to the surface. You didn't know what side he was on, and you did not have the heart to make him choose if the time would come.

So you two parted. A month ago. The pain still throbbing you like an unattended bullet hole right through your heart. It was still so painful to look at him and not remember him crumbling on his knees begging you to stay. The first sob that escaped his lips and forever haunted your dreams. A never-ending loop in the back of your head as your demons screamed at you for breaking an already broken man.

"I for one am happy you're finally here. Another woman to add to an already Man's Man world in the compound." Nat teased glancing towards the other individuals that had come to know the new face. "With introductions out of the way, you've got a lot of explaining to do for the past few years."

You could only smile at your friend. You did have so much to explain to her, things had been murky between you and Clint, but after everything, Nat had refused to believe you would betray them, betray her, and it was finally a relief to be able to return back home, seeing the people that mean the most to you.

"Tell me about it." You muttered allowing Nat to quickly pull your away from the crowd, but it missed your eyes how he was still looking. Ice blue eyes a contract to the burning gaze he had towards you.

Forget about him. Forget about him. You were here for a new opportunity. No him. Never him.

For the next few weeks, everyone had grown to accept you in your new role as part of the Avengers. You kept up with Steve, Bucky, and Sam during their runs. Sam more than happy to finally have someone that had the same pace as him, but only for you to laugh and out run him just to get a reaction out of the high flier. Tony and Bruce had also found a kinship in you, having provided them enough information about HYDRA's experiments and location made most of their missions easier. Then there was Nat and Clint, your confidant in this new life. Every single moment that was not dedicated to a mission was spent with them; may it be movie night or a simple get together outside the compound, often times bringing Wanda and Vision along just to mess with you and call you a 5th wheel of the group.

But among number of members on the team, everyone had noticed you constantly avoided one Thor Odinson and one Loki Laufeyson. The only real time you would even dare talk to either of the brothers would be during training--other than that, you tried your best to avoid them, Loki most especially. Every single moment that would force the two of you to be in the same room, Loki had a glare while you tried your best to avoid his gaze.

Everyone noticed, everyone didn't seem to worry too much. It comes with having a former-villain part of the team. They thought you would eventually get used to the God's presence just as much as they did.

"You ever gonna tell me what's going on between you and Loki?" Nat inquired avoiding your punch.

What you hated the most about sparring with Nat was her capability of multitasking. Talking and snooping about someone else's business while also kicking their ass in the process--this was the predicament you were in right in this very moment.

"Nothing is going on." You muttered landing back first on the mat after being thrown like a rag doll by Nat. Eyes looking at the ceiling, you wondered if it was a good idea to actually come clean to her about her past with the God of Mischief. "I know what he's done to New York and I think you can't blame me for taking precaution when it comes to him."

Nat now comes hovering on top of you, the narrowed eyes and gentle smirk was all you needed to know--she knew it was bullshit. But when she had stopped pushing you for more information, it was enough for you to just change the subject.

"They found Dominic?" You inquired. One of the first big missions that everyone was focusing on was one of the leading Scientist for HYDRA. With the exposure of HYDRA to the world, some of them had moved away and found themselves in much shadier company, much to everyone's radar now spiking.

Dominic Wagner was, in part, partially responsible for the Winter Soldier program in the modern era. One of the pioneers in moving the project into a much younger sets of test subjects. You lost contact with the man as soon as your got back into the surface, but it had also meant a target was on your back when they found out you were a double agent.

"He's in Russia. Wasting away all the funding for the program with parties" Nat points out. "Still a better way to spend the money that abducting kids everywhere."

You nodded, memories of files upon files for the prospects still haunted you to this day.

"When are you taking him out?" You inquired. In your time with the SHIELD, the red in both of your ledger had made you two a hot commodity if the situation present itself as shoot to kill. Neither of you would hesitate. You knew you would now, after everything, but if it means one less bad people in this earth, you would swallow your new morals.

"Fury wants him alive." She pointed out finally standing back up to her own two feet, leaving you on your back, staring at the ceiling in deep thought. "I know as much as you do, we want him dead for everything he has done, but we need him alive so we can get the others."

You nodded, this was one of the few things you had to get used to as part of the team. Death was best solution in SHIELD--at least in your team, not here. As long as you were part of Steve's team, you would need to choose whether or not killing would be the best option. Hope that you weren't so blessed to be given in your time under.

"I get a first shot when we don''t have any use of him anymore." You muttered finally standing back up with Nat's help. Steps faltering at the sight of the God of Mischief, training with the likes of Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes. A weird mix up, but wasn't hard to understand why.

"Why don't you shoot your shots with him for now." Nat teased, finally making you break from staring at the plain black shirt and green sweatshort-clad Loki Laufeyson. "If we try to ignore the death count during his attack, he is sort-of your type in men." Nat wiggled her brows. quick to avoid you as you attempted to swat her in the ass, eyes now turned away from God and his training partners.

"By type, you mean psychotic with possible Daddy-issue? Then you might just be right." You snort.

"I'm offended you think of me as such, Darling"

Jerking your head to the owner of the voice, how the hell did he sneak up behind you without you noticing. You glanced at Nat in panic and like the traitor that she was, made a terrible excuse of being needed in Bruce's lab. Now being left in the man's presence, you could all but remember the last time you had been this close to the man.

Heartbreaks.

Words that you didn't mean.

Words that he didn't mean.

It still hurt you, and you were sure it hurts him just as much, if not more now, finally realizing why there had been a need for a breakup between the two of them all those weeks ago.

"Here I thought I would have someone to trust. You mortals continue to disappoint me." He hissed.

Your eyes glanced at the other training trio, noticing all three of them were in their own little world to even noticed what was going on between the two of them.

"Tell me, Darling..." He whispered, head leaning towards the shell of your ears. The familiar shiver run through your skin as just his voice. Memories of the very things his silver tongue had whispered had you flustered and breathless, more than from your earlier training with Nat. "Was it satisfying to play with a God?"

Before you could even mutter a word, his constantly gentle hand now covered your jaw, emitting a squeak from your lips and stopping you from saying a word. He was never this forceful, nor did he do anything that would hurt you. Was this the true nature of the man you had finally thought you have been the best part of you. To have loved a man that everyone was right to stay away from?

"Or is it shame finally coming to you, to be ever involved with someone like me?"

You tried to pry his hand away from you, but he was too strong--stronger than you could ever think of being.

"Or is this you taking your opportunity to move from one bed to another? Who will it be this time, Y/N? My oaf of a brother or will it be Soldier out of time? Who will you whore this time?"

And you finally snapped. With a resounding slap, all three individuals had heard your attack on the man and Loki finally releasing his hold on your jaws. A chuckle escaped his lips and only brought the first line of tears to fall from your eyes. You never wanted to believe him to be a monster, but here he was, proving her wrong.

"I am in doubt of the foundation of our relationship for the past years, Y/N. I am the God of Mischief and Lies and the only mortal I had ever truly opened to had done this to me. Lied to me for such a long time, lied about the entirety of our relationship."

"You will never understand."

"Oh no," he chuckled darkly, eyes glaring straight into your own. "I understand well enough to know, you would never love someone like me and I deserve every lie and heartache I am enduring because of everything I have ever done in my past."

Before you could defend yourself and the genuinity of your relationship with the God, he had made his excuse. Leaving you to ponder of the true damage of your breakup with Loki, and the aftermath it had now held for the both of you. He was right, you had lied, and either way, their relationship will fall apart because of those lies.

He was the God of Mischief and Lies.

Yet, he did not expect for this biggest lie to break him the most. The separation had been painful, he had always hoped for a better life with you. Then a month passed since your breakup, he sees you, it hits him like a sharp knife to the chest all over again. He experience the pain of a stab to the chest, but it would never compare to the pain of seeing you in this very compound with the truth of your life that you refused to ever open to him.

This was karma coming to haunt him it seems.

It had been well over a week now since the first time he had actually confronted you about everything. It wasn't how he planned for things to go through. He never wanted to hurt you, but he was a monster after all. A monster that his own father had told his people to avoid. A bedtime story to scare mischievous kids into submission.

He had always thought after everything he had to endure, had to do, had to escape, he could finally live a peaceful life. A life to finally start anew. A life where he could finally change for the best. A mortal woman had made him make those ideas come into reality, you had always became the reason why he would never have his redemption in life.

A bitter idea with no possible resolution.

How could he have ever believed that anyone would ever love someone like him? After everything he had ever done, he was never allowed to be loved. You had proved that somehow.

'Mr. Laufeyson, you are needed for a meeting with the team'

Breaking from his little bubble. He sighed finally returning back to reality, into the little comforts the library could give him. The week had been gruelling for him, three individual witnessed the altercation between himself and you. It had spread like wildfire, but thanking the Gods that no one was able to listen to the conversation.

He had to endure most of the questioning. In everyone's eyes, he was, after all, still under everyone's constant scrutiny. A man that no one could trust. But he refused to say a single word knowing you did the same thing. It was better to keep your mouth shut instead of letting people know exactly what had happened. Somehow that brought a smile on his face. He might not share a future with you, but might as well make the most out of making your life a living hell, as much you did it to him.

Shutting the book he was barely even reading, he placed the book back into the shelf before walking his way towards the meeting room.

He could easily teleport, but he preferred to enjoy his moments of peace without his oaf of a brother breathing down his neck or Stark constantly testing his patience with his quips. It also gave him a moment to school his features, he knew well enough about the mission to know you would also be in attendance. Be more invested in this mission than anyone else.

It was a few things he was relearning about you now that you were out in the open as everyone claims you to be. You were a free spirited being that could meld with anyone you were in the area with. He had watched you throw relentless jabs at Tony during your first few days that had the man surprisingly raise a white flag. But the most dangerous thing he had to learn was the familial relationship you had with one Natasha Romanoff and Clint Burton, two people that he kept his distance with the most.

"Professor Snape has finally graced us with his presence."

Loki has learned since joining the team to choose his battle when it comes to Tony. This was one of those moment. Finding a vacant chair besides his brother, he had taken his seat. A big mistake on his part as he finds from across the table, you sat. In between a glaring Romanoff and Barton.

Wearing a smirk, just to get on the two super spies' nerve, he turned his attention right back into the meeting. He begins formulating a few little schemes to not only get on the two's nerved, but most especially yours.

[holylulusworld]

More than their roommate (3 of Arc 1)

Summary: Slowly the lines between lust and feelings blur and someone tries to destroy your blooming relationship.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Sam Wilson

Characters: Director Nick Fury, Maria Hill, OFC

Warnings: language, bickering, smut, fingering, light oral, possible FATWS spoilers, hurt & comfort, cuddling & snuggling, polyamory, bad therapy etiquette, mentions of non-con filming, extorsion, mentions of former abusive relationship, implied smut

A/N: Part 3/3 of (Arc 1) - The Therapist

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<< Part 2

Since you moved in with the boys, they work together like a well-oiled machine. 

Fury wanted to know your secret, but this is something you’ll never share.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky and Sam, Fury already found out why your roommates work better together.

He saw the footage from their office and more than one from your shared loft.

Someone sneaked into your home, installed cameras, and filmed you anytime you had sex with one of your roommates – or both.

“Sam,” you gasp, looking at Sam between your legs. He has you on the edge of an orgasm but won’t let you fall. “We got no time. Fury wanted an emergency meeting this morning, with all of us.

“Yeah?” he looks up at you, smirking as you admire his face, covered in your slick. “I’m just having a snack before we go, babe,” Sam grins, diving back in to wrap his lips around your oversensitive clit. 

“Ah, fuck – Sam!” you cry, grinding against his face. “Please, I need a shower, fix some papers, and make a few calls,” you say, breathlessly. “Let me cum, please.”

“Alright, lemme just-“ Sam slides three fingers inside of your cunt, presses his fingertips against the roof of your vagina. “I’m gonna make you cum now and we have a shower together. I wonder why Fury called you in the middle of the night…”

“So sexy,” Sam kisses your sweet spot, leaves open-mouthed kisses along your neck. “What are we doing here, Y/N? I’m not complaining but is this something serious or just fun?”

“Honestly,” you turn around to face Sam, running your loofah over his chest, “I don’t know. All I can tell you is that I never did something like this before with two men. When I’m with you and James, I feel-“

“Complete,” he whispers, stopping your hands from cleaning his body. “Y/N, we need to talk about this. I don’t think Bucky can lose someone else. He already lost so much.”

“I’m not here to break your hearts,” you touch Sam’s cheek, just looking up at him for a moment. “I like you both, a lot. Right now, I can’t call it love yet, but if I would ever fall in love with someone again, it would be you and him…”

“Doc carries her own package, huh?” Bucky wonders, flipping through the pages of your file. “Did we find out who the douche breaking her heart was?”

“Not so loud,” Sam tuts. “After what she told me this morning, I asked a friend to dig a bit deeper. Sharon said Y/N left her former job, a well-paid position as someone broke her heart.”

“What do with the information now? I don’t think she wants us to stick our noses into her-“ Bucky bites his tongue when you walk into the living room.

“Ready?” you ask, brows furrowed in a silent question. “What? Do I have something on my face? Damn, is there a visible bite mark at my neck?”

“No, you just look so sexy in your professional outfit, doll,” Bucky grins, holding out his hand. “Do we have to go to the office today?”

“Fury said it’s important, James,” you tut. “Let’s be professional for once, okay. I know you hate meetings, but this is unavoidable.”

“Why is this woman here?” Bucky eyes the foreign woman warily, not missing you squirm in your seat. “Something wrong, doc?”

Sam can see a hint of fear flash across your face before you clear your throat. 

“This is Sarah Murphy, our expert for, let’s say internal affairs,” Fury huffs, hating he must have this specific conversation with you. “Let’s get this over with, Ms. Murphy.”

“Director Fury asked me to be here today to make sure whatever we discuss, stay within these walls. I can assure you, the material we will show to you, will not leave this room either and no one but Director Fury saw the footage.”

“Footage?” you furrow your brows, confusion is written all over your face and you clutch your hands to your chest in attempt to calm your racing heart. “Did you spy on one of us?” 

“None of us spied on you, Doctor Y/L/N. I always appreciate your hard work. Sadly, someone sent us this,” Fury points at the laptop Sarah Murphy placed on the desk. “I want you to watch the footage, all of it. Ms. Murphy and I will leave the room meanwhile.”

“I don’t understand,” you panic, grasping for Sam’s hand to squeeze it tightly. “Why do you want us to watch videos?”

“I must tell you before we leave the room, that someone sent us the footage, along with a few demands,” Fury stands, gives Sam a curt nod before he turns to leave the room. “In other words, someone tries to extort us. I will tell you about the details later.”

When it’s only you and your roommates you look at the laptop, afraid to watch whatever someone filmed. “I don’t want to watch this.”

“We must,” Sam says, breaking the tension, just pressing play. “Whoever filmed us or one of us will pay for it.”

“Maybe it’s not that bad,” Bucky tries, metal hand balled into a fist. “Maybe that bastard only filmed me doing push-ups or-“

The first thing you recognize is your hoarse voice, and the slap of skin against skin. Your eyes widen in horror when you watch yourself getting fucked by Sam while you watch Bucky jerk off and later on, covering your body with his cum.

“No,” your body starts to tremble, and you can barely feel the hand touching yours when the scene changes to another video. 

It’s in the kitchen this time, you bend over the kitchen island, Bucky’s hands hold you down by your shoulders while he fucks you roughly, calling you his whore.

“No-no-no-“ Bucky stops the video, clicks on the next one. This time you get fucked in their office, not days ago. “Stop this, Bucky-“ you cry, hiding your face in the palm of your hands. “Someone invaded our privacy just like that.”

“Baby doll,” slamming his metal fist into the laptop, destroying it on his way Bucky feels his chest tightening. He knows how it feels to have no privacy. “I will rip whoever did this to you apart.”

“So someone filmed us at our home and sent it to Fury. Then the same person filmed us at our office and did the same again,” Sam tries to not freak out. He hates you choke out sobs, desperate to forget about what you just saw. “But why?”

“We should ask Fury,” you whisper, not fighting Bucky when he brings you in his arms to cradle you gently. “Sam, you should talk. I-I can’t right now and Bucky, he’s too mad.”

“I’ll go get Fury,” Sam swallows thickly. He slowly gets up to kiss your hair softy, hand gently smoothing over your arm. “We will handle this, baby. No one is going to see this ever again.”

“We-We looked hot, at least,” you try to laugh, but choke on your tears instead. “I hate someone did this to us. It’s not only about me, but you and Bucky too, Sam. How dare them?”

“I’m going to kill them,” Bucky growls. “Rip them apart, limp by worthless limp…”

“Do we know who did this?” Sam asks while you sit between Bucky and Sam, not meeting Fury’s eyes. “Director?”

“I need to get this off my chest, doctor,” Fury sighs. “Whatever you do in your free time, is up to you.”

You nod, still not looking up. “Do we have a name or a reason why?”

“Sergeant Barnes, this has nothing to do with you, if you would just calm down,” Bucky starts to pace the room, jaw ticking, hands balled into fists. “I know you were on the footage too, but according to my information it’s all about the shield and the title.”

“Wait—what?” you gape at Fury, feeling a cold shiver run down your spine. “No way! You can’t be serious! Someone wants the title and Sam’s shield?”

“I’m afraid so,” Fury says, watching Sam run his hand over your hair. “We will do anything to help you, though.”

“What if Sam doesn’t give it to them? What did they say will happen?” Bucky asks, watching Fury lean back in his chair. “That bad?”

“Whoever is after the shield threatens to leak the footage. Doctor Y/L/N would lose her job. She would be compromised,” Fury explains. “I can’t say what would happen to your uh-“

“I don’t have a career and give a shit on my reputation, but we can’t let anything happen to Y/N and her job,” Bucky grunts. “What can we do to find them?”

“John Walker,” you whisper, glancing at Fury. “It can only be him – right?”

“Who is John Walker? I never heard of him before,” Sam watches you focus your attention toward Fury, not answering his question. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“If it’s John, we got to be careful. I know he wanted to become the next Captain, not accepting the gentleman’s agreement between Sam and Captain Rogers. I know some people at the government would like to see that man wield the shield, but we won’t allow him to do so,” you stand, straighten your skirt before you look Fury straight in the eyes. “I quit.”

“Doll, just wait a minute. Let’s talk about this,” while Bucky tries to stop you from throwing everything you worked so hard for away while Sam silently watches the change in your posture.

“What is else do we want to discuss, James? That bastard won’t stop, okay. He wants the shield but won’t get it.”

“I give it to him if this saves your career and reputation,” Sam offers. “Steve hand the shield to me, believing I’ll do the right thing. He would’ve done the same to save you.”

“No,” you slam your fist onto the table, making Sam jump. “If you don’t want to wield the shield, fine by me but we will not let anyone take it away from you.”

“What about your job?” you don’t give in. Looking at Sam you give him a weak smile. “Y/N?”

“Fury, tell that bastard he can go and leak anything he wants to. I’m an adult and had sex with two men I love. This is not a crime. If he wants to ruin my career, so be it. He can go and shove it up to his ass.”

“I did not expect anything else from you, doctor,” Fury chuckles, admiring you give a shit on John Walker’s threat.

“Just give me an hour to get back home. I don’t want to answer any questions today. Let hell come over me – tomorrow…” your head held up high you walk toward the door, grasping for the door handle before you look over your shoulder. “Are you coming, guys?”

“We can’t let that bastard get away with this,” Bucky points at the TV. An hour after Fury told Walker he can fuck his deal, named man leaked all the videos he took of you and your roommates.

“Hill did her best to take all the videos down. Luckily, she found the server with the original files. She also marked the files and tries to locate any copy,” Sam explains. 

He watches you sit in your favorite armchair, snuggled in a warm blanket you just look at the wall. “She just lost her career only as we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves and tried to get rid of her, Sam.”

“I know.”

“I will find and kill John Walker. He will pay for hurting Y/N,” Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, watching you brush a single tear off your cheek.

“So, we're partners?”

“Co-workers. Not necessarily a team, but we will team up to avenge, Y/N.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Bucky holds out his hand. 

“Sounds like a good plan,” shaking Bucky’s hand Sam smirks. “Now let’s find John Walker and show him what happens if he hurts someone we care about.”

“Finally-“ you walk toward your roommates, smiling softly. “Took you long enough to admit you like each other.” you walk toward your bedroom, smiling to yourself. “Did you find all the hidden cameras?” 

“Yes. Why?” cocking his head Sam looks at you. “Y/N?”

“You know, I don’t have to be up early in the morning any longer,” you smirk. “You can keep me awake all night long…”

“Doll,” Bucky purrs, eyes drifting toward your ass. “Ready if you are…”

“Hey, I told you she’s mine,” following you hot on your heels Sam calls Bucky’s name. “Hands off!”

“How did Y/N know it was Walker?” Maria looks at the leaked footage, clenching her jaw. “Director?”

“Do you remember when I told you she quit her last job? I told you that someone made her leave, it was Walker,” Fury explains. 

“Doctor Y/L/N doesn’t seem like someone just giving up on her career for a man,” Maria wonders. “There is more – right?”

“They were a pair for years, even wanted to marry but then, he changed. After the blip happened he became a different man. And since Steve Rogers and the Avengers undid the blip, Walker wanted to become the next Captain and turned into a possessive man on a mission.”

“Sounds like the perfect partner,” nodding thoughtfully Maria looks at her boss. “What happened?”

“Y/N tried to make Walker see he was in the wrong, that the end doesn’t always justify the means. She ended up in hospital with two broken ribs and a concussion.”

“She walked out on him I assume.”

“John Walker doesn’t like rejection in any way. This is the opportunity he was waiting for. He ruined Y/N’s career and aims for his next target—the shield in Sam Wilson’s hands…”

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Prompt: Peggy’s deaged and Tony finds out (: 🙏

Oh, poor Tony, being one of the last to know. Listen, OP I am SOFT for this and started tearing up. This is so pure and beautiful with them. Maybe not what you wanted and maybe 100% a ramble but their relationship is important to me.

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“Why am I just being told?” Before Fury or even Coulson could be bothered to answer, Tony was speaking again. “Why am I just being told that Auntie Peggy is alive?! She’s been alive – deaged for how long now?”

“Three weeks,” murmured Coulson, only causing Tony’s eyes to snap to him. “We told her immediate family first, we-”

“I’m part of her immediate family.” The reply came in a sharp snap, cutting them off. “I’m part of her family as much as Steve and Sharon are and I get to learn last. No, not even last, I get to learn weeks after she’s released from the hospital and doing God-knows-what? From passing information?!”

“It wasn’t us who told Steve – Romanoff did. Then Hill told Sharon. If I had it my way, none of ya’ll know until we had more information on her condition. We didn’t know how she would survive.” Fury was at least trying to soothe the situation and it was not helping.

“-more information on her condition.’ You had enough if you let Romanoff slip between your fingers to tell Auntie’s soulmate that she was alive! You had enough to know she was going to be okay! And what more information did you need beyond seeing it was working? Because she’s alive!”

He didn’t want to hear it, Tony did not want to hear some bullshit, bureaucrat excuse that means nothing to him beyond utter betrayal. Not that he’s trusted Fury or Coulson to begin with, it was the point of the matter. His Auntie was alive and no one thought to inform him?

That cut deep, worst than they would ever consider.

On paper, no he wasn’t Peggy’s family. He was unfortunately Howard Stark’s son, but anyone with enough sense would connect two together, see the photos Auntie had in her retirement home, see the photos he had, the stories, and connect two and two.

Maybe Shield just didn’t have enough sense as he thought it did.

“Where is she? And so help me, Nick if you say it’s classified, I’ll…”

The threat trailed off when Fury’s eyebrow rose, folded hands raised to his chin level as if to challenge him to continue. When Tony didn’t, he leaned back and folded one leg over the other at the knee.

“We don’t know.”

“How the fuck do you not know where your walking human experiment went?” Tony snarled.

“Anthony Edward Stark – I am much more than a walking human experiment.”

The hard voice lecturing him made Tony’s hair stand on end and caused him to shiver. He suddenly felt like he was eight again and being scolded for eating sugar straight out of her jar. He could feel his cheeks warming as he turned around to see his Auntie standing in the doorway.

It took his breath away how healthy she looked. No wrinkles, no fading eyesight, not even a gray hair in sight. Her eyes were sharp as ever and right now trying to decide who she should be glaring at. She walked with a limb and he guessed that was her getting used to maneuvering again. Steve was somewhere in the waiting room, he knew. They weren’t far from each other, he guessed. It was sickening how they migrated towards one another like the sun and the moon.

“Director Carter,” Coulson breathed, standing up a smidge bit straighter and fixing his tie. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Tony wanted to snort – underneath the bash, white-collar bullshit that was Shield, Coulson was a fanboy at heart for his idols. He turned to look at his Auntie again because he knew her and she did not like to be told where she could and couldn’t be.

“If I remember correctly where we’re currently standing was once the storage room for our failed experiments,” Peggy mused, tapping the silver cane she was forced to use on the floor. It echoed through the entire room. “And I know I’m technically a 90-something year old here, but my memory is sharp as ever and I know for a fact that I am one of the reasons we’re all standing here. So, I think I have clearance over your agent-level coded bullshit, Agent Coulson. Now -“

Her eyes were set on Fury again, knuckles turning white on the cane. Tony found himself shifting closer, but not touching. He didn’t know if he wanted to touch. If he did, this illusion of his Auntie being young, healthy, and quick-witted as ever would shatter into pieces. “Auntie…”

“Not now, Anthony,” she didn’t even look at him. “Director Fury, what is this business on not letting my godson know that I was alive instead of 6 feet under? I think if I remember correctly my paperwork reflected that Anthony was just as much as my family as Sharon was. Steve isn’t family – not yet at least and he was told.” When Fury’s mouth opened to defend himself, Peggy’s head shook her curls. “Forget it, whatever excuse that will come out of your mouth will never do the fact justice that you neglected to tell my godson. For Christ's sake, I’ve changed his diapers. I think he’s family.”

“Auntie!” Tony looked mortified and he could see Coulson’s ever so slight smirk. Oh, he was not letting that go. His ears turned a bright shade of red. “I think they knew that you didn’t have to say it.”

“Anthony, never assume what these agents do or do not know. Shield isn’t what it used to be.” Peggy silently held her arm out to him, leading Tony out the exit and the doors to the Director’s office closing behind them at once.

As expected, Steve graduated towards Peggy, hovering just inches behind her. His hand slipped into hers and he looked down at Tony with a sheepish smile and shrug of his shoulders.

“I hate not knowing,” Tony sighed, rubbing at his temples. “You were in the hospital here for two weeks…”

“Then moved to SHIELD in California for another few weeks to continue to monitor my health. The doctors thought the sun would do me some good when they forget I absolutely despite being so hot. We only just came back last night. Anthony…” She let go of Steve’s hand with a soft squeeze and cupped his cheek, giving a fond smile. Her fingertips stroked over the gray peppered through his beard. “I am absolutely so sorry that you did not know. I asked about you several times. Steve even tried to contact you but Pepper said you were out of the country on some business.”

“Unavoidable, lost all communications when the suit was destroyed.” Maybe he shouldn’t have said that given Peggy’s furrowed brow. “But still even before that…I shouldn’t have to come home and find out through Barton of all people that you’re alive. But I don’t blame you or Steve or-or any of our friends, I blame those bastards in there. What would they think I would’ve done to you if I had known right off? Experiment on you? I’m not my father.”

Peggy’s arms wrapped around Tony tightly and crushed him to her, the cane clattering to the floor. Tony melted against her and suddenly he was five again. Scared, sniffling, not wanting to let go of her hand and go to school. He’s been to school, he’s had tutors come in, he’s done it online, but going into a classroom with other kids who were dumber than him and loud and annoying and he liked how quiet his auntie’s office was and she listened to him.

His legs buckled and he was only supported by Peggy and eventually as her still recovering body gave out, Steve too who lowered them both to the floor. He hadn’t even realized he was crying until Peggy was making calming, soothing noises and stroking his hair away from his face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t visit as often as I had liked,” he whimpered, refusing to pull his face from her shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry that I blamed you. I’m so sorry, Auntie.”

“Shh, shh, darling,” Peggy whispered, rubbing his spine. “Shh. I do not blame you, not for one bit. Your gifts to keep me afloat, to keep my programs running in mine and your mother’s name was more than enough for me. Seeing your face weekly was enough. I am not upset. You…” She pulled back to cup his face and press their foreheads together. “You were hurting and raw and had to blame someone after Howard’s death. I was there and I was your balm, as I have always had been. I blamed myself too, it’s okay.”

“No, it-it’s not okay. It’s not. You didn’t deserve that! You had too much on your shoulders already instead of me being a brat.” The painful sob ripped from him and Tony just wanted to melt into the floor.

“Anthony, please listen to me I do not blame you, not one bit. You needed someone at that time. Rhodey was away for basic and I was there for you.” She used the end of her sleeves to clean his face off and peck a small kiss to his nose. “It’s okay now. This…”

“It’s a second chance.”

It was Steve who spoke, causing both of them to look up. Tony had forgotten he was even there, watching him have the breakdown of a lifetime. All the while sitting back, looking somehow small in his large form. If he had been younger…he would’ve been excited to see Captain America but after working with Steve for years, he could see why Peggy worked so hard to honor him. Steve got on his nerves, under his skin with his bullshit morals, but sometimes he did have a point.

And then other times, he saw why Peggy had complained about how infuriating frustrating the Captain was.

“Yeah,” Tony breathed, nodding his head as he looked back at his Auntie. “A-a second chance. At least this time you don’t have to change my diapers.”

Peggy snorted and rolled her eyes, ruffling her godson’s hair. Untangling their limbs and with Steve’s help, the pair were pulled to their feet, her cane back in hand. Peggy grasped him, leaving Steve to run ahead to get the car as they walked down the hallway.

“What did the doctors say? Any reason you keep using that cane?”

“Because they’re idiots,” she sighed, making Tony smile. “The serum was successful for the most part, but given how…ill I was and the state of my body and numerous injuries, some things are slower to heal than others. I’m healing at a faster rate, but it’ll take time before I’m a full hundred percent again. They warned me to get plenty of rest and take it slow.”

“Do they even know you?” Tony snorted, letting the elevator take them down to ground level. He leads her out a side entrance and towards a covered awning, the snow piling up around them. “The last you’ll ever do is take it slow.”

“Obviously not and they clearly don’t know Steve either. One nurse tried to shoo him from the room because he wasn’t considered ‘family’. I told them if I wasn’t still considered legally dead until they get a jump on the paperwork, then Steve wouldn’t be  considered family.” She rolled her eyes as she slipped inside the jeep, staying in the backseat with Tony pressed against her side. Steve just smiled at them through the mirror.

“Where to, Miss Carter?” He teased, closing the doors for them and pulling out to the main street. “You’re officially cleared from Shield Hospital. The world is your oyster – why…does that saying exist?”

It was Tony’s turn to roll his eyes. “Not this again, Steve. Stop thinking about it. Why are you even driving? I could’ve called Pepper to set a plane up for us.”

“Some people like to drive, Tones. It’s calming for me, I never got to drive much beforehand and this…” He gripped the wheel lightly and ran his fingertips over the expensive leather. “Is one reminder I’m grateful for what I have.”

Around Peggy, Tony noted, Steve was a different person. More whimsical, almost calmer, more…himself than he’s seen Steve been in the years he’s known him. “You didn’t know how to drive,” he grumbled under his breath, noting Steve was turning onto the highway. “You crashed your first bike into a tree.”

“Peggy!” Steve’s eyes flashed to hers through the mirror, where she was finding the cars around them suddenly interesting. “You told him about that? I didn’t crash it. It slipped out from underneath me because Jones didn’t…”

“Excuses, excuses,” Peggy laughed. “And no, he didn’t. I had to teach him after…he recklessly and bravely rescued the 107th. We didn’t have much time in between the serum and us being shipped off on two different routes and his smaller self couldn’t even see half the time, so risking him being behind the wheel was not something I was going to do.”

“She’s told me many stories about you, Stevie-buddy. Like the time you and the Howlies went up against a moose and geese.”

Steve’s face flushed the brightest shade of pink as he went around a slower car, his fingertips drumming on the wheel. “We do not speak of those demons – ever.”

Tony laughed and for the first time in a while, it felt good to laugh. A real laugh. A hint at a life he could’ve had if Steve hadn’t died. A hint at a life together where he knew his Uncle and Auntie as two people and not a Captain and Director. This was a second chance and he was going to take every moment that he could while avoiding their sickening love.

Peggy’s hand squeezed his own and he found himself sinking into her shoulder and eventually in her lap in his exhaustion. Four days up straight did that to you. He could hear Steve’s rumbling voice, paying no attention and Peggy’s soft response as she played with his hair.

“I want to go home, Steve,” she told him with a small smile. “Brooklyn. Our real home, I think I’m tired of DC for now and I remember a promise I made a long time ago to this one…” Her fingers stopped stroking Tony’s hair, looking down at his relaxed face. He looked so much like his mother. “We’ll need to stop by the humane society – I promised Anthony that I would get him another cat.”

If Steve was surprised, he said nothing. “Okay, but we’re not naming him Mr. Sprinkles.”

[lovelyirony]

this is just a re-do of a post with a prompt from anonymous, so don’t worry if it looks a bit familiar! 

As Bucky is running away from government agents trying to snipe him for killing a politician, he supposes Natasha’s argument for him being suicidal might have the tiniest bit evidence behind it, which he previously argued it didn’t.

As he slides underneath a car, he debates whether or not she’ll find out about this one. He feels a buzz from his phone in his pocket.

Yeah, she knows.

He shoots one of the agents, nicking him in the knee. Oof, that’s gonna be a fun story to tell his grandkids about why they can’t climb on his lap. But he needs to get away, and that involves potentially shooting through a car.

Potentially turns into definitely and there’s enough of a distraction that he can commandeer a car, drive at least ten blocks away, and ditch it to run on foot, calling Natasha.

“You got my location, right?”

“Of course, you fucking idiot,” Natasha curses. “You…god I hate you sometimes. The job’s at least done, right?”

“Yeah. I’ll have to lay low, though. Which sucks because my apartment is right in the city.”

“I already have a punishment and idea for you in one.”

“I…what is it?”

“Sam’s picking you up. Tell you when you get to base. Bye.”

Bucky groans.

She must be really pissed at him.

Sam picks him up in the shittiest economy car in the world.

“I hate you for picking this one,” Bucky groans.

“A stupid decision grants a stupid car, that’s why you’re getting picked up in the 1995 Ford Fiesta of shame,” Sam says. “Nat’s real mad. And I also think you’re going to hate your next assignment.”

Bucky’s not sure what’s gonna happen. He’s hoping he’s not on latrine duty.

-

Oh, it’s so much worse.

“Protection detail?” Bucky asks. “And undercover? All at once? Nat, come on. I bet we don’t even need undercover.”

“You both are doing undercover because you both fucked up,” Natasha says. “And since apparently you don’t know how to act, maybe this will get you better lessons.”

“Cold,” Sam hisses.

“I will legally ask you to shut the fuck up,” Bucky growls out.

He packs his things. Realizes that Sam got to choose the name so his name is Roger Stevens. Fucking shit. (Steve, of course, approved this. Because Steve is an asshole.)

“Why does she even need a protector?” Bucky growls out, driving to the house. It’s in suburbia.

“Because she fucked up and whoever she pissed off might send more than she can handle,” Natasha says.

“We’re hinging my being here on a ‘maybe’?”

“And because you got caught by government agents, which would be a rookie move,” Natasha says. “There’s a reason that I can still go my same nail salon for five years and now you have to get your hair cut somewhere else. And why you got a wedding china set and you have a backstory of being married.”

“I hate you.”

“A lot of people do, take a number.”

If it helps (and it mostly doesn’t), Sharon Carter is also not happy. She is in the house with the most dangerous look Bucky has seen.

“So I’m stuck in this fucking hell house with him?” Sharon asks.

Maria Hill is her boss. Woman is a scary, competent human. Bucky wouldn’t cross her.

(Then again, you also shouldn’t cross a certain redhead who could make you disappear within twenty minutes, maybe thirty if it’s a surprise. But he did.)

“Keys are by the front door, hope you know your address! Bye!” Natasha says. “Don’t kill each other or we lose the deposit!”

Maria Hill smiles. Of course the only time Bucky’s ever seen her smile is at the suffering of others. How typical.

So then they are left alone.

“Let’s read the cover story,” Sharon says. “And I don’t need protection, Maria’s just paranoid.”

Bucky snorts.

“Yeah, okay, let’s go with that.”

Sharon sends him a sharp look.

They meet while on a cruise.

Bucky fucking hates his life.

“A fucking cruise,” he mutters. “As if I would ever step foot onto any of those fucking–”

“We had a beach wedding?!” Sharon cries out. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it!”

They are both in a bad mood.

It’s also awkward because this is a house. They have decorations. They have tea towels.

And a neighbor comes to visit.

“Welcome to the neighborhood!” she says brightly. “My name is Karen Tent, so lovely to meet you both!”

She then invades the house with her Tupperware. Literally speeds past them and it’s not like Sharon judo-chop her throat or anything.

“What a lovely house you two have!” Karen cheers. “Of course the color palette is a little bit drab, but I’m sure you’ll change that soon enough. When Linda told me we had new neighbors, I could hardly believe it myself, but here you are! Now, how did you two meet? Have you married yet? If not, I hope that you are living apart, you know.”

“The rings are in boxes,” Sharon answers smoothly, noting that they’ll need to ask Maria where the fuck the rings are. “You know how move-ins are. I’m Melanie Stevens, this is Roger Stevens. How nice to see you so very unexpectedly.”

“Well, that’s what neighbors are for!” Karen answers, her voice shrill as ever. “I brought over my famous cookie bars. Everyone says they’re good, and I believe they always are. Tell me Melanie, what do you like baking most?”

“Yes dear, tell her,” Bucky answers, smiling. “I seem to remember…lemon bars?”

“That’s right,” Sharon says, sending Bucky a smile. “They are really good. Just delightful.”

“Oh you’ll have to bring some over!” Karen responds. “Now, let me tell you a little bit about the neighborhood…”

She talks for a fucking hour. Bucky wants to drink. So badly. He saw the wine on the counter.

Sharon, to her credit, keeps trying to use certain “end” phrases. Karen either knows it and knows she won’t be budging, or will not ever take a hint in her lifetime.

“And you simply must not ever play loud music in your backyard,” Karen says. “We’ve had a couple of problems with the Richardsons, but nothing a few calls won’t fix.”

“You called the police?” Sharon asks.

“Well yes!”

“Oh my god,” Bucky mutters.

“I am sure that’s not exactly the measure I would have done,” Sharon says. “But I am tired and don’t want to get into it now,” she says quickly, noticing Karen’s “confused” expression.

“I say we need some time to rest, today is gonna be a lot of moving,” he says. “So nice of you to stop by, Karen. I’ll return your dish as soon as possible.”

Karen is ushered out the door, placated with two waves, and they both groan.

“I’m gonna fucking hate everything after this,” Sharon mutters. “My name is fucking Melanie. Maria knows…” she trails off, facing the very real boxes that were obviously packed with dishes and miscellaneous items.

Bucky finds four spatulas. He doesn’t know why there are four.

“What the fuck,” he mutters, noting the incredibly cheesy salt-and-pepper set.

“Welcome to married life,” Sharon says sarcastically. “We’re gonna have a blast.”

Dinner is spent with Sharon trying to convince Bucky that she’s “fine” and in “no danger” at all.

“Who did you piss off?”

“Sitwell.”

“Oh my god. You’re screwed.”

“He’s a lapdog, I’m not screwed.”

“He’s the lapdog of Pierce. You’re screwed.”

Sharon thunks her head on the table.

“Can we at least repaint the bedrooms? They suck.”

“If you think I’m sleeping in a separate room you’re dead wrong,” Bucky says. “You have a target the size of New York on your back. Uh-uh.”

“You will sleep on the floor and get out when I shower or change,” Sharon threatens.

“Of course.”

“Good. Then it’s settled.”

Married life is not so bad. Except when Karen and the rest of the neighbors tend to visit or talk to them for about fifteen minutes on the lawn.

“It’s your turn to cut the grass,” Sharon groans, flopping on the couch. “If I have to hear Kevin tell me one more time that you should be treating me better, I’m going to explode. He’s trying to lecture me on how to cut grass.”

“On it,” Bucky says. “Your turn to go get groceries, I ran into Karen and her kid last time. I think she wants me to stop buying so much hummus.”

“Not our fault it’s good,” Sharon mutters.

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And then, of course, avoiding the various assassins that are sent out at random intervals and at public locations (including their own house) while convincing the neighbors that there’s nothing going on.

This involves pretending an agent of Hydra is their cousin.

“This is Jen, she’s visiting for the day!” Sharon says, squeezing “Jen’s” wrist hard enough to make her stay quiet. “We have so much to catch up on, you probably won’t see me or–or Roger again for the day! Ha ha!”

“Well where’s her car?” Linda asks, looking around the neighborhood. “I don’t see anything…”

“She’s a hippie environmentalist, she walked,” Bucky answers. “Jen, let’s go catch up in the house, yeah?”

“Yeah,” the agent squeaks out sadly, knowing exactly what is going to happen.

She’s delivered tied up in rope on the steps of Maria’s office with a note of “please stop this from happening we’re planting azaleas.”

Maria snorts.

Bucky starts to think they’re getting too attached to this. It’s been four months.

He started a garden. They’re growing tomatoes.

He also notices Sharon a little bit differently.

Because she drags him out of bed.

“Legally? You have to go to brunch with me. Illegally? You like the breakfast burrito too much.”

She’s scarily competent with anything that could be classed as a weapon. Or their groceries.

“Are you kidding me?” Bucky yells at her as she throws the jar of tomato sauce. “I am not cleaning that up!”

“Tough shit!” Sharon answers, dodging a bullet. “It wasn’t even the good kind of tomato sauce!”

“It was fine, sweetheart!” Bucky growls out.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me in the middle of a battle!” Sharon yells. “Strictly after!”

“You’re the weirdest fucking married couple,” one of the agents wheezes out as Bucky is holding him as a sort of shield.

“Thanks,” they say in unison, grinning.

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The punishment for them both doesn’t exactly turn out as planned, both Natasha and Maria agree. In fact, it is almost worse.

They are both reckless, subvert orders, and get along like a house on fire by the end of it.

“You can still be together, we just need the house back,” Natasha says.

“Thank god,” Bucky groans. “I get to stop being Roger and I get rid of Karen in one fell swoop.”

Sharon untenses her shoulders while she’s sitting at the kitchen table.

“Can I keep the knife set?”

“No,” Maria says. “I’ll send you a link to where I got it.”

“Why can’t I keep it if you can get another set?”

“Steal it,” Bucky stage-whispers. Sharon grins back at him.

“You have the best ideas, babe.”

“You are not stealing anything,” Maria scowls.

“Sure we aren’t,” Bucky says easily.

“You stole my heart,” Sharon sing-songs, knowing damn well it’s going to make Maria barf.

“Aw babe…” Bucky says, holding her hand. Natasha fake-retches.

“I hate you both,” she declares. “And I won’t be there for your actual wedding.”

“You made us tell people we had a wedding on a beach, were you assuming that you were getting an invitation?” Bucky asks.

Sharon snickers, getting the last of her bags out into the car.

“Where to now?” she asks him.

“I think that there are some apartments we can look at…”

-

“We’ve made a collective monster,” Maria decides, blinking. “We Frankensteined this.”

“We did,” Natasha says, staring at the house. There are still little bits of glass. An unfortunately busted can of beans where someone had been knocked out and they had “conveniently” forgotten to clean it up from yesterday.

Well. Sharon and Bucky are going to cause havoc on the world. Maria and Natasha just hope they can cover the other while doing so.

[crewhonk]

Brief Visits

Warnings: Smut, angst

AN: This has it all— fluff, smut, and it ends on a strong note of angst. This was all inspired by Stevie Nicks so :) ALSO! Thank you all for the patience in the slow updates! School is hell of a drug

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“Captain Steve Rogers has been spotted in Venezuela yesterday. The warehouse he, Natasha Romanoff and Samuel Wilson was in flames only minutes after leaving and police expect that it was Steve Rogers himself who set fire to the hospital notoriously known for malpractice. There were no deaths, and one injury—“ You frowned, clicking off the television and throwing the remote across the room in frustration. You missed your boyfriend. You missed his arms around you and you missed his nose crinkle when you told him a bad joke or when you took him to the coffee shop that you’d met at for your first anniversary and he pulled you back into his car and kiss you senseless because he loved how cheesy you were. 

Nicks, your white bulldog whined at your feet and you sniffed, wiping your eyes angrily. Steve— stupid, brave, honourable Steve Rogers had left you, his civilian girlfriend high and dry three three months ago and you missed him terribly— so much it hurt your soul. 

Stupid boys and their stupid personalities. 

You sniffed and rubbed your nose, getting up from your place on the couch and walking to the kitchen, drinking straight from your coffee carafe and leaning over the counter, letting out a dry sob into your palms. 

“Fuck.” You cursed, pressing your face on the counter and looking down at Nicks. “I hate men. Men are gross. Thank god you have no sense of attraction, Baby Girl.” Instead fo responding to you, Nicks only wiggled her tail-less butt and howled at you, running from the place at your heels to the front door and back and forth as if she had come down with a case of the zoomies. 

“You’re cute, baby. Let’s go to bed, okay? I know it’s only eight but being awake is dumb. Everything is dumb.” You grumbled and scuffed to the couch— you hadn’t been in your room since Steve had left— the sheets smelled too much like him and his sweaters were still on your chair and his socks and underwear were still in your hamper— which was gross but you hadn’t been in there since he’d left so it wasn’t a big deal.

You pulled the blankets around your chin after holding them open for Nicks to climb under and rested your cheek in your palm, sighing and staring out over the New York skyline and keeping your eyes on the horizon until they grew heavy and sleep overtook you.

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There was someone in your house. You lay frozen on the couch, wide awake but eyes closed as you heard someone jiggle the doorknob and open. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure it would tear all the arteries and veins tying the muscle to your body and oh, god you were going to die and Nicks would be left alone and she didn’t even seem worried there was a stranger int he house and oh, god how would your parents know if something happened? How embarrassing would it be for cops to find your dead body wearing nothing but a Disneyland t-shirt. And what would happen when—

“YN?” A voice called and your rapidly beating heart came to a full stop. You heard the man walk over tot he couch nd kneel next to your head. You refused to move— refused to believe he had come home because damn it you missed him. 

Rough fingers and a soft touch pulled the hair away from your face, and the man sighed. 

“Sweetheart.” He called again and your eyes opened slowly, breath caught in your throat. There he was— your best guy, Steve Rogers. His cheek looked as if it had been broken earlier this week— only a faint bruise tinting it slightly darker than his snow white complexion. There was a generous layer of scruff on his jaw and upper lip, and his eyes were tired but warm s they looked down at you. 

“Stevie?” You whispered and he smiled. 

“Hey, Sugar.” He smiled and you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and unceremoniously crashing your lips to his. The kiss was all teeth and tongue and hunger and ‘i miss you’ and you pulled him on top of you— he weight welcome. Then he was wearing was soft as you wrapped your fingers in the fabric, pulling him closer and wrapping your thighs around his hips so he wouldn’t leave you again. 

“I missed you, Stevie.” You gasped, as he kissed your neck, and nipped your throat, laying more of his weight on you when you purred. 

“God, I’ve missed you more, Baby. You’re the only thing that’s kept me going these past few months.” He mumbled, kissing you again and you hummed. 

“Why did you leave?” You asked and he pulled away, hovering over you. 

“There are still bad guys we need to take care of, YN.” He sighed and you pouted, stopping only when he sucked your bottom lips into his mouth. “Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do but the guys were fighting now are so dangerous and I didn’t want to risk it and—“

You sensed his heart rate pick up and his breaths come faster and you cradled his face in your palms, kissing him gently and not stopping until he could catch his breath. 

“I’m sorry, YN. You deserve to be happy and have someone you can rely on and I can’t—“

“You don’t need to, Steve. You’re my guy and my end game and everyone else is so dull compared to your light. I’ll wait for you for as long as you need me to, babe. So long as you visit every so often, okay? And I know Nat and Sam are with you and they’re more than welcome here— you know that.” You whispered and you watched as his eyes welled up with tears of emotion and gratitude as he kissed you soundly once more. 

“I love you, baby. You’re way too good for me.”

“Maybe so, but you’re stuck with me.” You joked and he kissed you again, slowly this time as if he were trying to memorize the way you breathed against him or the way you mewled when his fingers dug into your sides just the way you liked. He missed the way you would squirm under him when he took his time— wanting more, always wanting more. He missed the way your leg would curl around his thigh, pulling him closer and making it hard to move away— not that he would want to anyways. 

Your hands found their place on his stomach and his waist and hips— all under his shirt and making the hair on his arms stand to attention. He’d never had his body react this way to anyone before— not Peggy or Sharon, sometimes Bucky but it was always the most consistent with you. 

“Steve, please.” You mumbled against his lips and he shifted, lips a soft caress against your neck and in tandem with his scruff it made you back arch desperately. He urged you to sit up only briefly enough for him to rid you of your sleep shirt and throw it across the room. His tongue found your nipples, rolling them between his teeth until you ground yourself against him and pulled his growing hair. He chuckled and kissed your swollen breasts (thanks to his mouth) and kissed down your stomach, licking above your navel and making you whine. 

“Steve we don’t need to do this I just want you in me.” You begged and he kissed your knuckles, smiling up at you. 

“I missed your taste, baby. Please, let me do this.” He hummed and his breath fanned over your lower stomach, making your back arch. You fingers twisted in his hair and you let out a shaky breath along with a small, breathy whimper. He took this as ‘please, yes’ and kissed your thigh, nosing the soft, plush skin and breathing in. His rough, calloused fingers were gentle when they ghosted over your cotton-clad core and your hips thrust, needy from these past few months of distance from you favourite guy. 

He pulled your legs over his broad shoulders and settled against the couch, kissing your mound and smirking to himself when your legs closed around his head. He pulled your thighs apart and pinned them to the back and edge of the couch you were on and sucked at you through your underwear, making you gasp needily. 

“Steve, Steve, Steve, please?” You begged and he kissed your inner thigh. 

“Please what, Princess?” He rumbled and you pouted up at the ceiling. 

“Eat my pussy please, Stevie— need your mouth on me now or I’ll die.” You sniffed and he hummed very happily— complying by sucking your clit through the fabric of your underwear and sneaking his fingers underneath the fabric, sinking two of them into your heat making your legs spread even wider. Your hand fisted into his thick, growing hair and he used his other hand to hold your underwear to the side, licking a stripe up your core and moaning at your taste. 

“Like fuckin’ honey, baby.” He murmured and you writhed, rutting your hips into his face and letting out a smattered moan as he sucked you hard, fingers already setting a relentless pace which had you on the brim in mere minutes. “Come for me, Sweetheart.” He grumbled and you complied, clenching your thighs around his ears and arching your back as you shook, silent moan freezing you in place. He worked you down and when you began to breathe once more, he kissed his way up your body, stripping you of your t-shirt and sucking a nipple into his mouth, pinching the other in his wet fingers and then nipping up your neck, kissing your jaw and then your lips. The kiss was slow, and he was very obviously taking his time, much tot he frustration and ache of the member between his legs. 

“Missed you, Stevie.” You whispered and he made a noise int he back of his throat, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close, resting his weight on you and making you feel the safest you had since before the Accords. 

“Missed you too, baby doll.” He whispered back, kissing you again. You shifted under him and he groaned when his hips twitched against your thigh, making you giggle. 

“How about you get inside of me and you can get a full night sleep in our bed.” You suggested and he huffed out a laugh, nodding and reaching down to undo his belt, not even taking off his clothes but just unzipping his jeans and pulling himself out of his underwear. He took one of your legs and rested it on his shoulder, kissing the inside of your thigh and knee before rubbing his cock up and down your folds, groaning at how hot and wet you were for him. 

“Stevie— oh!” You gasped as he thrust into you in one easy motion, and stealing the breath from your lungs. You grunted when you swore you felt his tip nudge your cervix and followed it up with a whine and nails digging into the fabric of his shirt when you realized just how much you missed him. He stilled inside of you, half reason to allow you to adjust and half steeling himself so he didn’t come in that very second. God, he maybe didn’t realize just how tight you were— or maybe it had been so long since he’d been here— in any sense your velvet walls squeezed him desperatly, bringing him closer and making his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder so he could ground himself. 

“Fu—fuck, Baby.” He shuddered and you nodded breathlessly. 

“I know, Stevie. Move. Move, please.” You begged and he gave himself another second before pulling out until it was only his tip inside of you and sliding easily back in, setting a slow pace so he could just feel you and his love for you and just how much he had missed you these past three months— four if you count the Accord situation. 

You cried out his name when he rolled his hips into you especially harder and a thrill shot up his spine when he remembered just how fast and hard you liked it— how you would always convince him that your body could take it— take him. And it could— you always took him so well. 

His pace quickened and his thrusts landed closer and closer to him as you both grew closer to your orgasms. 

“Stevie— I’m—“ You gasped, thrusting your hips up against his as your desperation for a second release grew. 

“I know baby— me too.” He grunted and his thumb snuck between your bodies and pressed against your clit, rubbing furiously and making your eyes roll into the back of your head. You let out a low moan as you came, arching up into him and squeezing him tight enough for his release to join yours. He pressed himself as deep as he could into you— the relief of coming inside of you more was better than anything he had felt in the past few months— both elated and grounded beyond belief. 

“Missed that.” You slurred sleepily, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, kissing him again and squeaking when he managed to pick you up as easy as breathing, shucking his pants as he walked down he hall and kicked open your door. He ignored the layer of dust in the room— a suggestion you hadn’t been sleeping here— and, while carrying you with one arm, pulled the blankets off and replaced them with the ones already in your closet. He then just flipped the pillows to the other side and sat on the bed, still buried deep inside of you and pulled away from you briefly enough to pull his shirt over his head and lay down with you on top of him. 

“I love you, YN.” He whispered— voice far away with sleep and exhaustion and you only hummed and nodded, nuzzling your nose close rot him and breathing deeply, letting every bone and muscle in your body become butter in your loves arms as sleep welcomed you. 

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When you woke up, Steve was there, heavy on your chest and snoring into your collarbone. The sun, despite the wind beating against the window and the threat of snow-clouds on the horizon, was warm and you were warm— inside and out. His arms are strong around you, holding you close and wrapping his legs around yours. Your hand came up to scratch his scalp and look to wake him up. You were craving pancakes— you always did after a night of good, fullfilling sex, and he always loved the waffles you made— enough for him to show you how much against the counter after you both ate. 

He shifted under your hand slightly, and nosed deeper into your neck humming slightly. 

“Stevie, baby.” You hummed and he made a sound in his chest, making you want to. Hold him forever. He pulled his arms from around your body and pulled the heavy duvet tighter around you both and re-wrapped his arms around you. 

“Morning,” He hummed and you sighed, wiggling until he lifted his head slightly and you were able to roll him onto his back. He’d slipped out of you at some point during the night and there was a mess in between your thighs. His eyes were still closed, but there was a small smile on his face when you kissed his throat, making your way over his collar bones and wiggling happily when his hands coasted over your waist. 

“Morning, Honey. Want waffles?” You mumbled against his skin and he froze under you, making you sit up and look down at him. He finally opened his eyes and when you saw how sad he looked you slouched and repressed a groan. “You’re not staying? Are you.”

“I can’t, baby. I’ve already stayed the night when I promised Sam and Nat I’d be back.” Steve pouted, rubbing his thumbs into your hips. God, this was hard— you were on top of him— warm, hair messy, well rested from the first night sleeping in a bed, hands soft on his chest and tracing the marks she had left the night before. Her marks had always stayed— despite his healing, her marks had always remained. 

“So, what was this? An undercover middle of the night booty call?” You huffed, rolling off of him and taking the blanket with you, wrapping it around your shoulders and curling it around yourself. You felt the weight behind you shift and you picked at your fingernails as he sat behind you, legs on either side of your hips and head resting between your shoulder blades. 

“Never. You’re never just a booty call for me, YN. You’ve never been you know that.”

“Then why come home, Steve? Why come home if you’re just going to leave nine hours later?” You continued, not turning to look at him. He pulled you closer and pulled the blanket down enough to kiss the back of your neck. 

“I needed to see you. To know that you were okay.” 

“Well, I’m okay.” You sniffed, and silence followed. 

“You’re not.”

“Of course I’m not, you knucklehead! You became a criminal and then dropped off the face fo the Earth without so much as a hone call? You can’t do that! Not when we—“ You sniffed, pushing off the bed and walking towards your dresser, shucking clothes in an attempt to hide your body from him. You turned to him, leaning against your dresser and watching as he walked over to you butt naked. He pressed himself against you and pressed his forehead to yours, making you sigh. His jaw was clenched and his brow was furrowed and he shifted his weight slightly before he spoke. 

“And I’ll never not be sorry for that, YN.” He started. “And I know this isn’t what you signed up for, but I’ll make sure to visit once a month if you’ll have me. Things are different now, and I can’t really be seen, and I’m not going to expect you to walk away from your life so I can hide you from the world. But I will be here once a month if you’ll let me.” He whispered, and you finally looked into his eyes. 

“Will you be able to stay for waffles in the morning?” You asked and a smile spread across his face. 

“I’m sure that can be negotiated.” 

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Two years of monthly visits had passed, and while they left you unsatisfied, you were grateful that Steve still wanted to be in your life and was making every effort to still be there for you. There were months where he came home and you wouldn’t even take off your clothes— just hold each other because sometimes life was too hard to do anything but that. 

And then there was another attack on New York. 

And then Tony Stark had dissappeared.

And the Thanos came and he won and you weren’t answering your damn phone. 

“YN, please baby I need you to pick up. Please I dont— I don’t know what im gonna do if you don’t pick up.” He almost cried into his phone as he paced the entrance ramp doors to the Quinjet. Natasha had just landed it on the roof of your apartment and Steve was out of the jet before the ramp had even lowered. 

He broke open the roof door and ignored the sobs from the rooms he passed, taking the stairs one flight at a time until he got down to the fourth floor and running to your door. He banged his fist on the door and called your name. He could hear Nicks barking on the other side of the door, and he jiggled the doorknob as if you hadn’t gotten into the habit of finally remembering to lock your door. 

“YN! Open this damn door!” He called out, ignoring the people walking past him. He clenched his jaw and pressed his hands to the door, cupping them and putting his mouth against them. 

“Nicks! Bedtime!” He called an he waited until the metal fo Nicks kennel jingled before he took a step back and laid all his weight behind his kick which sent to door into the other wall. He ran in and turned the corner into your living room, heart stopping at the sight. 

You were there. You were alive and okay and you were sleeping with your new noise-cancelling headphones in, and you were drooling on your hand like the world hadn’t just ended. 

There was no politeness in him falling to his knees beside the couch, nor pulling you off of it and into his arms. There was no ceremony to his cries of relief he let out into your neck. 

“Stevie, baby what’s going on?” You rushed. It was still daylight— he only usually ever visited when it was dark out. You could hear screams and crashes outside, and it was only then you realized something was very, very wrong. 

“He won, he won, he won.” Steve mumbled, not crying but panicked all the same. 

“Who won— Steve what’s going on?”

“Thanos. He did what he came to do.” Steve repeated and you were more confused than ever— the aliens in the park— hadn’t they said something about Thanos?

“What happened, Steve?” You asked and he pulled away. He was bleeding, and still in his battle gear and his eyes were red and forlorn. 

“Thanos killed half of the population.” He mumbled and your heart sunk. This wasn’t supposed to be how it ended. This was never supposed to be how it ended.

[lxvesickreality]

mistakes 2/4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: plenty of swearing, terrible writing 

Word Count: 2110

Add on: there is a lot of Russian in here. I used google for translating so if you are Russian and it is wrong, please message me and tell me lol. Part three should be the last part. If not, part four is the max I will go.

gif is NOT mine, credit to owners

“What is love you ask? Love is a lot of things. It is the feeling you get when one smiles at you, the butterflies dancing around in your stomach. It is a jolt of electricity that shoots through the part they touched, sometimes even through your whole body. Then, when your lips touch, it is as if fireworks have gone off in the distance. It is like you two are the only ones alive on this earth, just the two of you. Do not forget the way your heart races as they tell you they love you, or when they just speak to you because you love hearing their voice so much. That warm feeling you get when you are able to smell their perfume or cologne they always wear. You begin to think home is no longer a place, but it is a person and sometimes maybe it is. Sometimes, the feeling you get is the feeling of warmth and security. Security being a feeling every human being needs.”

When Steve got to a hotel to stay overnight at to give his wife some space, he pulled out the paper with his wife’s vows written on it from his wallet. He always kept it with him, no matter where he went because it warmed his heart and reminded him he had a wife at home waiting for him and that she loved him deeply. He paid for a few nights thinking that’s how long his wife might need to let what happened process. It was still processing through his mind that him and Y/N are now separated. He really screwed up and Steve did not think it was fixable. 

Steve got a call on the third night of his stay at the hotel from his best friend, Bucky and when he answered with a groggy voice, Bucky’s was frantic and full of panic. “Steve, you have to get over to your house. The team is already there.” 

“Bucky?” Steve sat up, rubbing his eyes while trying to wake up a little bit more. “Wha-what’s going on?”

“Y/N was taken. By H.Y.D.R.A. and they want what’s theirs back in exchange for Y/N.” It took no time for Steve to jump right into action and tell Bucky he was on his way all the while he was throwing on jeans and boots. His phone was put in his front pocket, grabbing his wallet and keys off the side table and he was out of his hotel room. 

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When Steve arrived, he spotted Bucky talking to Natasha and Tony on the front porch and he turned his motorcycle off, hopping off it to quickly jog over to them. He immediately questioned them, “Have you found her? Do you know where my wife is?” 

Natasha was the first to speak, but her statement was short and cold. “No, we haven’t.”

“Shit,” Steve’s hands dug through his sandy blonde hair and was pulling hard while tears pricked his eyes. He could’ve prevented this. He could’ve done anything. This was his fault, he cheated on her with Sharon- “Why the hell is Sharon here?” Shit, this is gonna go downhill really fast, Steve thought to himself when he saw the woman standing with Nick Fury. Steve turned on his heel, trudging back to his motorcycle with Bucky hot on his heels yelling for him. Snatching his helmet off the seat, Bucky threw it quite a few yards away from them. 

“It’s time to own your shit, Steve. You cheated, everyone knows that now. But right now, you can’t leave. The team is trying their best to get Y/N, Steve. Now, come back and help us instead of running like a little bitch.” said Bucky. 

Of course everyone knew. His wife probably confided in Tony after Steve left considering that is her best friend and Tony has a knack for telling people things he shouldn’t. Not like it surprised Steve, he just wanted to be the one who said something about it, owned up to it. Steve nodded and walked with Bucky back to Tony and Natasha with a guilt hanging by his shoulders. Natasha’s glare and Tony’s look of disappointment was making him feel worse which he knew was what he deserved but he felt a little angry for them not seeing his side. Then Steve realized he had no side, or at least no good one. He’d broken his wife’s heart, his teams really good friend and asset’s heart. He deserved every hateful thing that came at him. 

“Rogers? Can we talk for a minute?” her sickly sweet voice made his blood boil and he didn’t want to lose it in front of his team but he also didn’t want to hear her voice at all. “Steve, please,”

“No, Sharon. Go away.” said Steve without turning around to face the blonde woman.

Sharon sighed heavily, “Please, Steve, we need to talk.” 

“Talk about what, Sharon?” his whole body whipped around so fast, Sharon jumped from the sudden closeness and the angered appearance. “About the fact I lost my wife three days ago because I fucked your slutty ass a month and a half ago? It was one time. You need to leave. I’m having Fury get you off of this case and I don’t want you near me. Or my fucking wife. Got it, agent Carter?” Steve hadn’t bothered to censor himself and he didn’t care about the devastated expression painted on her face, the one he caused. It made him feel good to say that but also, horrible at the same time. It wasn’t a way to talk to a woman yet he did. He treated a woman wrong before this; his wife. Steve strolled away, Bucky by his side, and left Sharon there with a broken heart that was beating for only him. He fueled that fire and all he could do was let it burn out. 

~

Meanwhile, Y/N was tied to a metal chair with a piece of clothing tied around her mouth and head in an extremely bitter room with no windows and every wall was a bland white, no furniture besides the chair Y/N was tied to or from what she could see.  Her vision was blurry and her head pounded with a strong pain that was coming from the spot she was hit. She blinked a few times to clear her vision and she saw a table a few feet away from her covered with weapons; daggers, pistols, machine guns, grenades, knives, butcher knives, shotguns, and so many more. What caught her eye was the small bottle of chloroform and a rag next to it. Shit, she cursed to herself. The rope was rubbing her skin raw making it painful to move even a centimeter. How long has she been out? 

“Ah, good morning, sunshine,” her e/c eyes shot to the man with a thick Russian accent who came in through the steel door on her left. She winced at the slight movement. “Have a good night's sleep?” 

She tried to speak but it only came out muffled and the man chuckled deeply before making his way to her to take it out the cloth from her mouth. “Who the hell are you?”

“Oh, got a potty mouth, do we? That’s not very ladylike, miss Y/N,” said the man. “Let me introduce myself, I’m Vadim Ivanov. I’m an agent in H.Y.D.R.A. and you vill be staying vith us for a bit vhile ve vait for your little teammates. There’s no choice in that, krasotka,” 

“What are you talking about? Why are you waiting on them? What do they have that you need so badly?” 

The man got uncomfortably close to Y/N tucking a piece of hair back and she was able to smell his breath that stunk of raw fish, and he had nasty, yellow teeth that were rotting. His hot breath got next to her right ear sending a chill down her spine and he spoke, “That is none of your business, printsessa. All you need to vorry about is if they vill get here in time to get you out alive. Hopefully, they do. You are a very pretty woman, liybimaya. It vill be devastating for me to have to kill you. If I could, I’d take you for myself.” Vadim let go of his hold of her cheek and sauntered over to the table. Y/N watched him as he took a peek out every gun making sure they were all loaded and Y/N couldn’t help but really fear for her life. She’s been kidnapped before, it should’ve been mentioned in the interview with Nick Fury when she was getting hired as an agent that it’d happen a couple times. This time felt different to her though. Something felt off about this whole situation and she was beginning to feel deep down she wasn’t going to make it out alive. 

Salty, warm tears started leaking from her eyes without any warning and she hadn’t realized she was crying until she felt a tear fall onto her bare thigh. Her eyelashes were sticking together with the wetness from her tears, tears falling into her mouth and onto her thighs. She sniffled as she felt her nose beginning to run. Y/N had never felt so scared. 

“Please, let me go, Vadim. Please. I can get you whatever you want. There’s no need to do this. Just let me go. Please…” she begged. Vadim continued what he was doing until he got to the knives and daggers when he picked one up to examine it. Y/N felt like such a coward, she’s never done this on missions but everything was different, everything felt different. She was vulnerable thanks to her husband and the Ectopic pregnancy and it was making her this way. Y/N dropped her head with a loud sob escaping her lips, was this what it felt like to let go? This was how it felt like to be cheated on. She felt a hand lifting her chin up and she was met with the dark green eyes of Vadim’s along with a sweet smile of his. A gasp fell from her lips when the coldness of the dagger touched her knee and the immediate pain when he cut her knee. “No, no, no, Vadim, please. Don’t do this. Don’t do it anymore. Stop, please, Vadim.” 

“I can not do that, printsessa. I vas given orders and I am to do as I am told. Now, say cheese.” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion until the hammer she didn’t even know he grabbed was swinging at her knee. The break of the bone travelled through the room and she let out a shriek just as Vadim took a picture of her. “Идеально (perfect),” 

“Как, черт возьми, это так Идеально (how the hell is that perfect)? Ты только что сломал мне чертово колено (you just broke my damn knee)!” 

Vadim looked at her in surprise when she spoke back to him in Russian. “Ты можешь говорить на русском (you can speak Russian)?” 

“Я агент, ты чертовски осел (I’m an agent, you fucking ass). Конечно я могу (of course I can)!” 

smack

“Не говори со мной так, сука (don’t speak to me that way, bitch)!” 

“О, иди трахни себя (oh go fuck yourself). Я могу говорить с тобой в любом случае я хочу (I can talk to you in anyway I want).” Y/N snapped back at him.

“Я должен был взять Шарон вместо (I should’ve taken Sharon instead). Неудивительно, что Стив Роджерс обманывает (no wonder Steve Rogers is cheating).”

“Ебать тебя (fuck you)!”

crack 

Y/N let out a deafening scream the hammer came in contact of her right wrist then her toes on her left foot when Vadim drops it. Y/N was sobbing noisily when she heard the ping of a video starting. 

“Hello, Avengers. My name is Vadim Ivanov. Don’t bother looking it up because every file of mine has been erased. Your beloved Y/N is sitting here, avaiting for your guys’ arrival and I am giving you 12 hours to find us and give us vhat ve vant. As each hour goes by, she vill get hurt. Currently, she is suffering from a concussion, a broken kneecap, a broken vrist, and possible broken toes. I accidentally dropped the hammer. Oops?” he let out a loud laugh. “You have 12 hours to find us. If you don’t come by the time those 12 hours are up, she vill be dead. Your time starts now.” 

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

The Trio is Back - AUgust Day 7

Title: The Trio is Back

Author: Purple_ducky00

Rating: Teen

Warnings: N/A

Relationships: Bucky/Nat/Tony, Bucky/Tony

Square Filled:  N2: Didn’t Know They Were Dating Link: Read on AO3

Summary:  Natasha, Bucky, and Tony have been friends since childhood. Everyone speculates that Natasha will have to choose between the two of them. Little do they know she might just choose both.

+++++++++

Tony, Bucky, and Natasha have been friends since toddlers. The Starks, the Barneses, and Natasha’s adoptive parents were a close-knit bunch who played bridge on Thursday nights, usually at the Stark mansion.

 As children, the three would run through the house playing superheroes, Super Mario characters, jedi, etc. The Stark butler, Jarvis, always made sure nothing valuable was broken. They would often rope him into their play. As they got older, they calmed down somewhat. Natasha taught Tony to braid so he could braid her and Bucky’s hair.  Both would push him to get more intricate braids. Bucky would recommend books for the others to read, and they had a book club group chat where they would discuss plots and theories. Tony lets them in his lab and teaches them about science.

 When the three turned ten, the adults would joke that Natasha might have a hard time choosing between the two handsome boys. Natasha’s fathers said she should be able to do whatever she wanted. Natasha never paid them any mind because Tony and Bucky were her friends. Why did she need to choose?

The three were inseparable until middle school. They never had a falling out, per se. They just stopped hanging out. Maybe they were tired of everyone trying to figure out who liked who, or maybe they just wanted more friends. No one actually knows. Tony became close with his lab partner James Rhodes, who he dubbed Rhodey. He also roped Virginia Potts into his trio as well. She became known as Pepper almost overnight. Natasha basically adopted the “school nerd” Bruce Banner and Carol Danvers, the girl most of the guys hated because she was “too feminist.” Carol, an avid lesbian even at a young age, didn’t care. Boys were a waste of time to her. Bucky was fast friends with Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Sharon Carter.  Every once in a while, all ten of them would hang out, but it seemed like the legendary trio was over.

 As they reach puberty, the comments about them increase. Instead of being smelly boys, Tony and Bucky both grow into handsome young men. Both realize as they grow older that they were kind of into boys and girls. Sure, Natasha is beautiful, Bucky thinks, but so is Sam. He doesn’t know how Tony feels about Nat, and since one of them was “destined” to get her, he decides he will step back and let Tony ask her out. He takes Sam on a date, and they are steady for a couple of months. They split on good terms at the end.

 Tony has the same line of thought, and he dates Tiberius Stone for a while. Both Bucky and Natasha hate him, but Tony doesn’t know why. Ty is cultured and handsome, a real catch. So, what if he verbally abuses him and guilt-trips him? That’s the way his father always treats him. Isn’t it normal?

 Natasha doesn’t date. She doesn’t care to. If people want to speculate, she doesn’t care. She’s only sixteen, why does it matter if she doesn’t have a partner? Her fathers tell her to take her time, and if she never wants to date, that’s her say.

 When they graduate, Tony goes to MIT. Natasha gets in at Stanford, and Bucky’s parents can only afford for him to go to NYU. Tony offers to pay for a better college, but Bucky won’t let him. They keep in contact and see each other every break. Tony finally breaks up with Ty in his freshman year, but he becomes a party animal. Rhodey does his best to keep Tony out of trouble, but even he fails sometimes. When he graduates summa cum laude, he takes his place at Stark Industries. Natasha studies to become a lawyer, and she passes the bar easily. Bucky graduates NYU and saves up enough to buy his own auto repair shop. All are successful and don’t have much time to spend with each other or anyone else, to be fair.

 ++++++

Jan, Tony’s stylist, sets him up on a blind date with a Jimmy because he “works too much.” He shows up at the restaurant she picks out to only find Bucky sitting at the table to which the maître d leads him. “Bucky?”

 “Tony? What are you doing here?” Bucky stands.

 “I’m as confused as you are.” Tony sits at the table. “Jan told me I’d be meeting a Jimmy. Who the hell calls you Jimmy?”

 “Well, she called you Anthony. I can’t believe you let anyone call you Anthony.”

 Tony shoots him a glare. “I don’t. Not sure why she told you that you’d be meeting an Anthony… unless she did this on purpose.”

 “What? The parents figure that if Nat doesn’t want to date either of us, they might as well put us together?” Bucky’s eyes snap.

 “I don’t know.” Tony shrugs. “But it all seems very suspicious, you know? What do you propose we do about it?”

 “I think we should eat dinner and go have fun. We both go home to our own houses afterwards and never try to date again, just to screw ‘em.” Bucky smiles sharply.

 “I like that. Deal.”

 Tony wakes up in Bucky’s bed the next day. “Well, I guess that plan didn’t work out.”

 “Yea… I’m torn up between kicking you out now just to fuck our parents or actually fucking you again,” Bucky comments. “Damn, Tones, you’re amazing.”

 Tony colors. “Yea, I had a lot of experience in college. People still like to say they spent the night with me even though I haven’t slept with someone else for months now. I’ve just been busy.”

 “Same. Who has time to date anymore?” Bucky shakes his head. “It’s a shame because I would love to have nights like last night more often.” He straightens completely and raises a finger. “I have an idea, and you may not like it, but here me out. What if we were each other’s booty calls? Just whenever we need a quick smash, we text the other?”

 “James Buchanan Barnes, you are a fucking genius. I would kiss you right now, except my PA’s probably calling my dead phone, wondering where the hell I am. Can we rain check the next session?” Tony hops out of bed, pulling on his pants. Once quickly dressed, he heads to the door to leave and blows Bucky a kiss on his way out.

 Using his watch to ping his driver, Tony heads home to get changed before going to work an hour late. Howard doesn’t berate him as much for being late for work, so Tony wonders if he knew something about his date with Bucky. The thought leaves his mind as he gets started on his day. He doesn’t have time to think about dates or meddling parents.

 As the months go by, both Tony and Bucky text in claims to their booty call agreement. Tony is happy to do so, but he finds himself catching feelings for Bucky. He wonders if it’s because Bucky is the only one that he’s in close contact with, which he mentions to Rhodey when they get lunch on Rhodey’s first day on leave.

 “I mean, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be fucking the only person you have a steady friendship with.” Rhodey steals one of Tony’s fries.

 Tony pouts. “Don’t be like that honeybear. You and Pepper are my friends, too.”

 “Yea, but I’m in the Air Force more than 80% of the time, and Pepper works for you. It’s different.”

 “You’re just jealous that you’re not getting any.” Tony decides.

 Rhodey just smiles. “Says who?”  Tony begins to assault Rhodey for details, the topic of Bucky forgotten.

++++++

“Hey, Natasha’s moving back to New York, apparently.” Bucky informs Tony one morning. “My mom just texted me.”

 Tony groans. “If this becomes another ‘Why don’t you date her?’ thing, I swear I’m going to move to Tahiti and not accept any long-distance calls. You’re welcome to come with if you’d like.”

 “I think we should take her out to dinner one night when she gets settled, just to catch up.” Bucky muses. “Then our parents can’t be mad because we didn’t try.”

 “Yea, I wonder how she’s been. We haven’t talked in so long.” Tony agrees. “I wonder if she got a partnership here or something. I hope so. That’d be good for her.”

 “Nick and Phil will be glad to have her back. If only my parents were as supportive as they are. You should have seen my dad when I told them I was opening my own auto shop.” Bucky smiles that unhappy smile.

 Tony laughs mirthlessly. “I’d be happy if my parents talked to me at all. But being that Howard’s always cranky anymore, I guess it’s best that he doesn’t.”

 ++++++ Natasha moves back less than a month later with a short, sandy haired man in tow. They move into an apartment on the Upper East side. Once she’s settled, she agrees to meet Bucky and Tony for dinner. About ten minutes in, she asks them, “How long have you two been together?”

 “Did someone tell you that we’re together?” Tony demands. “Because they’re wrong. We’re simply booty calls to each other.”

 She shakes her head. “No, you’re not. You might like to think that, but you’re in love with each other. No one told me; I can see it from here.”

 The two men shift in their seats, not daring to look at the other. “So how have you been?” Bucky asks her.

 “Busy. Jenn and I are setting up our own partnership. We’ve gotten a lot of cases lined up, and we need a secretary.  There’re two lawyers working pro bono mostly down in Hell’s Kitchen. We might add them to our firm and pick up their secretary as well. I saw them in court for the Punisher trials, and she seems to have her stuff in order.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Sorry for not keeping up with you guys. I barely even talk to Bruce and Carol.”

 “Mom told me you brought a man home with you,” Bucky says. “She didn’t seem too happy about it. Are you two dating?”

 “Clint? No, he’s just a friend. I’m too busy to date, honestly. I’ve tried a couple times in LA, but it turns out I’m very selective of those with which I choose to hang out. Most men are idiots, and I’m tragically straight. You see my problem, right?”

 “We don’t feel your pain, but we understand,” Tony says. “Well, what we should do is make sure the three of us hang out at least once a month. If we want to bring our other friends, I don’t care, but I’ve sorely missed you, Nat. And Bucky, maybe we should spend more time together with our clothing on.”

 “You say that now, but what about tonight when…” Bucky begins but stops when Natasha gives him her death glare. “Okay, that is still as frightening as ever. Is that how you win all your cases?”

 “No. I’m skilled enough that I don’t need to use that.” Nat flips her hair. “But I’m glad it works on you.”

 Tony stick out his tongue at Bucky. “She’d never kill me. Who would give her those amazing scalp massages?”

 “Now that you’ve brought it up, I demand one once we leave the restaurant.”

 Natasha goes home that night realizing that she missed out on a lot of Tony and Bucky’s lives. If she were being honest, and she is, she kind of relied on their parents’ hope that she would one day marry one of the two. She always acted the way she did because she was equally attracted to both of them, and she would never be able to choose. So, she moved away and let them get on with their lives. She never thought once that they would choose each other and leave her out. She tells this to Clint when she gets home.

 “Talk to them. Maybe they’ll share.” Clint suggests before he falls asleep on the couch.

 She rolls her eyes. “You have a room for a reason.” Natasha knows he’ll still be there when she gets up to go to work the next morning.

 ++++++

The trio meets up at least twice a month. Per Natasha’s goading, Bucky and Tony start to actually date. She’s happy for them but seeing them sometimes is bittersweet. She just wants to go back to the times where they didn’t have to worry about feelings. All feelings have done for her were made her sad.

 One night, they’re eating takeout in Tony’s kitchen when he says, “You can kill me if we’re wrong, but I want to proposition something with you.”

 Natasha raises an eyebrow. This ought to be interesting. Tony proceeds. “So, Bucky and I are very happy in our relationship, but it could use one more thing… you.”

 “Me?”

 “Yea. We both really like you, and we kind of got the feeling that you like us, too. Are we wrong?” Bucky bites his lip worriedly.

 “No, you’re not wrong. I really like both of you. I have since we were kids. I just never wanted to choose between the two of you. When you got together, I was happy for you. I never thought that you’d both want me as well.”

 “Why wouldn’t we want you?” Tony asks. “We love you so much. Obviously, we’ll have to talk about how this is going to work. I hear communication is key to any good relationship. I should know.”

“Also, if we all date, that’s one way to make sure our parents don’t get exactly what they want. Instead of you choosing one of us, you chose both.”

 Natasha grins. This is a fine arrangement indeed. “I would invite you back to my place, but Clint’s there. Would one of yours work?”

 “It’d have to be Tony’s. I just moved in two weeks ago.” Bucky jabs his thumb at his boyfriend.

 ++++++

Natasha’s parents are overjoyed when they hear the news, Bucky’s parents don’t say anything, but Bucky knows they are a little wary of his relationship. Tony’s parents, on the other hand, are very vocal. Howard has a yelling fit, screaming at Tony until he loses his voice. Maria asks him why he vexes his father like that.

 When Bucky and Nat try to comfort him, he shrugs them off, saying, “That’s the first real conversation I’ve had with either of my parents since I was a kid. Don’t worry; I always knew Howard would have a problem with it.”

 “It still sucks,” Bucky tells him. “No matter what, you’ve got us.”

 Tony knows he’s happy when both his partners cuddle around him in the middle of their California King bed. Throughout all odds, the trio is back together.

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky X Reader and Sam X Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 16

It felt like I'd been laying there for hours watching the huge helicarriers fall from the sky in slow motion. It wasn't until I saw a dark shape that resembled a human body falling from the only helicarrier still in the sky. I shot up to my feet as another shadow looked to be diving from the helicarrier to the water. Both shadows hit the water only seconds apart.

I waited to see what was going to happen. A head popped up from under the water's surface. The first thing I noticed was the wet dark hair. Is that James? Then what happened to Steve?

James drew closer to the shore where I stood. Once his feet could touch under the water I could tell he had a hold of Steve's unconscious body. I gasped as he started to pull him up the shore. He let go of him after getting him on his back. I dropped to my knees to check his pulse. He coughed spitting up a small amount of water. He remained unconscious but his chest was rising and falling at a steady pace. I looked up to thank James only to find him walking away.

"Wait!" I shouted getting back to my feet.

James stopped immediately. I ran over to him so I could stand in front if him.

"What did you mean they used me against you?" I asked him.

He scoffed then tried to push past me.

"Look, I don't remember you but from all the evidence I've seen I know that I knew you. We were friends. I'm just trying to figure out what was taken from me." I explained quickly.

His eyes softened for only a moment then turned hard again.

"We were much more than friends baby doll." He whispered.

I blinked. What? He smirked then quickly shoved past me while I was slightly frozen from his words.

"James!" I yelled after him but he had already disappeared.

The next day after everything was said and done we all made it out alive. Natasha was currently on Capital Hill doing what she does best. Fury was off some where pretending to be dead. Hill had decided to go after a job at Stark Industries. Steve was lying unconscious in a hospital bed while Sam and I sat on either side of him.

"When do you think he'll wake up?" I asked Sam quietly as I stared at my badly wounded best friend.

"I honestly don't know." Sam shook his head.

Sam returned his attention downward as he attempted to sleep in that awkward position. I kept my eyes on Steve's face hoping to see his blue eyes again.

As if he heard my inner plead his eyes blinked open. He looked around slowly taking in the room, me, then Sam.

"On your left" Steve whispered.

Sam smiled then slowly lifted his head to see Steve awake.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"Got my butt kicked." Steve groaned as he sat up straight.

"But he isn't gone completely. I think I got threw to him." Steve added quickly.

"Steve, he remembers me." I said quickly grabbing Steve's hand.

I immediately had Steve's full attention.

"How do you know?" Steve asked.

"He told me" I shrugged.

"So you two just had a casual conversation?" Sam asked a bit harshly.

"I wanted information and he wasn't going to fight me anyway. He made that very clear. He said that they made him remember me because I was their weapon against him." I explained.

Sam scoffed then crossed his arms over his chest. Steve looked in thought for a moment.

"Of course, how else to punish a man like Bucky? Erase everything except the girl he's in love with and his feelings for her. Take that exact girl and remove every single memory she's ever had with him. Completely erasing him from existence in her mind. That would have been torture for him. I'm sure there was more to it than that. Why make you a super soldier?" Steve spoke like he was thinking aloud.

"I don't understand everything yet but we will. I know we'll figure it out." I reassured myself and Steve.

Later that night I met Sam in the hall outside Steve's room. He had been unusually quiet.

"Is everything alright?" I asked him quietly.

"It's a little hard dealing with the woman I like having this weird intense history with a man whose done nothing but try to kill us." He grumbled.

"He didn't try to kill me. Plus he ended up saving Steve in the end." I corrected him.

This didn't seem to help him so instead I stepped forward forcing his arms to uncross so I could lean against his chest.

"I don't understand it Sam but I know he is a part of my past. I need him in order to figure out what happened to me. He might be apart of my history but it's just that, history." I whispered.

I reached up on my tip toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. His arms instantly wrapped around my back holding me against him.

"What if that changes if or when you remember him?" Sam asked.

I sighed. I didn't have an answer for that.

"Can we just focus on the present for now? Please?" I asked as I fisted his tshirt.

He smiled at me then kissed my forehead.

"Of course" he said softly.

The day Steve was released we made a trip to the graveyard where Nick Fury was supposedly buried. The three of us stood in the grass staring down at the head stone for a man we all knew to be alive.

"So, you've experienced this sort of thing before?" Fury asked as he stepped up beside Sam.

I chuckled. I hadn't really thought about the fact that the people who knew me, all but Gracie, thought I was dead.

"You get use to it." Steve chuckled.

Fury stepped closer to us.

"We've been data mining Hydra's files. Looks like a lot of rats didn't go down with the ship. I'm headed to Europe tonight. Wanted to ask if you'd come." Fury asked looking between me and Steve.

"There's something I gotta do first." Steve said simply.

Fury nodded then turned to Sam.

"What about you Wilson? Could use a man with your abilities." Fury told him.

"I'm more of a soldier than a spy." Sam shrugged.

"No way I can talk you into leaving Cap's side?" Fury asked turning to me.

"Not a chance" I chuckled.

"Alright then" Fury sighed.

He took a moment to shake each of our hands.

"If anybody asks for me tell them they can find me right here." Fury said pointing to the grave then walking away.

"You should be honored. That's about as close as he gets to saying thank you." Nat said walking over to us.

"Not going with him?" I asked her.

"No" she chuckled shaking her head.

"Not staying here?" Steve asked her.

"No, I blew all my covers. I gotta go figure out a new one." She shrugged.

"Might take awhile" Steve said.

"I'm counting on it." She smiled then pulled out a folder.

"That thing you asked for. Called in a few favors. Will you do me a favor? Call that nurse." Nat said handing Steve the folder.

"She's not a nurse." Steve corrected her.

"And you're not a Sheild agent." Nat fired back.

Steve chuckled.

"What was her name again?" Steve questioned.

"Sharon. She's nice." Nat said softly then kissed Steve's cheek.

"Be careful you two. Might not want to pull on that thread." Nat added gesturing to the folder.

Steve opened it to reveal two images of James Barnes. A large one of him as he looks now behind some kind of frozen glass. The second image was a small one paper clipped to the folder. It was one of his old military photos.

"You're going after him." Sam stated once he saw the folder.

I turned to look at him. He was already watching me.

"You don't have to come with us." Steve said quietly.

Sam stared at me for a moment before replying.

"I know. When do we start?" He asked.

---

Masterlist

[sunmoonandeddie]

i think you might be my soulmate

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2,589

summary: Steve finds out a little more about Alexander Pierce.

prompt: ‘I think you might be my soulmate.’

warnings: swearing

a/n: This was written for @whirlybirbs Endgame writing challenge and the theme was nostalgia, so we’re going back to Winter Soldier and that infamous escape scene.

“Rogers.”

He stared out the window, his chin resting on his fist as he watched the clouds passing by.

“Rogers.”

It’d been a long time since he’d gotten to just sit and watch the sky.  He could remember when he was young, back before the war and the weight the title of Captain America on his shoulders, sitting by the window with Bucky and picking out shapes in the clouds.  It was as close as he could get to being outside when he was sick and despite how much it paled in comparison to actually getting to sit outside on the grass, his best friend had never complained.

“Rogers.”

He’s vaguely aware of someone saying his name, the way you’d be aware of a fly buzzing around your head.  It was more of a nuisance than anything else and it wasn’t doing anything to bring him out of his daydream.

“ROGERS!”

The blond super soldier finally looked up as a hand slammed down onto the table in front of him, his blue eyes meeting the beady, bird-like ones of Alexander Pierce.  The man who’d he been arguing with for over an hour now.  “Pierce.”

Pierce let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples as he paced back in forth in front of Steve.  “Why won’t you work with me on this?”

“I am.  I’ve told you everything I know,”  He said, his mind flashing back to Nicholas Fury breaking into his apartment just the night before.  He’d been having a good night before it’d been interrupted by the sound of jazz music coming from his apartment.  He’d even somewhat asked out the nurse that lived next door.

The nurse that turned out to be Agent Sharon Carter of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Yet, somehow I don’t believe you,” the older man said, a piercing looking in his eyes as he rested his palms on the cool wood. “Are you really going to tell me that you don’t know why Nick came?”

“Is it so hard to believe that Nick Fury could have a friend?”

Both men looked up just in time to see an absolutely stunning woman walking in the doors.  Your hair and makeup was done perfectly, not a single hair was out of place.  Your pencil skirt and heels made Steve hesitate on identifying you as an agent.  You were most likely an administrative worker, an assistant or something.  He knew that if you were higher up, he’d have already met you.

His mouth felt dry as he watched you move to stand beside Pierce, holding out the file that was in your hands to him.  “Rogers, this is Y/N L/N,” the man said absentmindedly as he opened up the file and began to flip through it, brows furrowing as he stared down at one page for a remarkably long time.  “My best secretary.”

“How kind of you, Alexander,” you drawled, drier than the Sahara Desert and bringing a smile to the blond’s lips as Pierce remained unaware.

“Steve Rogers,” he said, holding out his hand for you to shake across the table.  “Pleasure to meet you.”

Your hand seemed to slot against his perfectly as your eyes locked onto his.  “The pleasure’s all mine.”  Your eyes seemed to put him under some kind of spell as he stood there shaking your hand for much longer than what was socially appropriate.  “And don’t let him fool you, I’m much more than a secretary.”

“I’m sure you are,” he said, and he winced as he realized how it could’ve been taken as a jab.

But your laugh said otherwise, your hand moving to cover your mouth.  “They told me you were charming,” you said, before pointedly looking down at your hand, “Even if you are a little rusty.”

Steve yanked his hand away, his cheeks flushing as he realized just how long he’d been holding on your hand.  He wiped at his jeans, hoping desperately that you wouldn’t think he was weird or gross because his hands were clammy and when the hell did that happen?  “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”  Your bottom lip was drawn in between your teeth as you eyed him. “It’s sweet.”

“Rogers, are you done flirting with my secretary or can we get back to our discussion?” Pierce asked harshly, though he hadn’t looked up from his papers.

Your eye roll caused Steve’s lips to tug up into a smile, though he tried to hide it before the man could see it.  Your gaze turned back to him, flicking back and forth between you two.  There was a sudden urgency in your eyes, and when you spotted the mug of coffee on the table, you nodded towards it.

He hesitantly picked it up as he tried to figure out where you were going with this.  One second you’d been all smiles and flirty tones and the next you were on edge, as though ready to bolt at any second.

He didn’t even have time to think before you reached forward, knocking the mug from his hand and spilling it over his stealth suit. The hiss of pain that fell from his lips caused Pierce to finally look at you two, a glare etched on his features.

“Y/N, what has gotten into you today?” He demanded, snapping the file shut.

“Captain Rogers, I’m so sorry,” you said, rushing around the table to him.  You dabbed at the brownish wet spot on his suit with your sleeve, not looking up at him. “If you come with me, I can get this out in a jiffy.”

Steve was getting more and more suspicious, but the look in your eyes made him nod.  “Yeah. Yeah, that’d be great.”

“What about our discussion?” The other man asked, watching with wide eyes as you began to lead him out of the room.

“I’ll have him back in five minutes,” you reassured your boss, flashing him a bright, disarming smile before the two of you were out the doors and you were taking him down the hall.

It was easy to keep in step with you as you marched down the hall.  The smile had dropped from your lips, other than when you nodded at a coworker in greeting. He was yanked into a spare room once you rounded a corner, the door shut and locked.

“Are you really trying to play seven minutes in heaven right now?” He asked, feigning confidence even though his hands were still clammy.

The small smile you granted him made it worth it though. “I didn’t even know you knew what seven minutes in heaven was.”

“I’m not that old.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

“Then what’s Tinder?”  At his dumbfounded expression, a triumphant grin spread across your face.  But then you seemed to remember the urgency with which you had dragged him out of there. “You can’t trust Pierce.”

He stared at you incredulously, a million thoughts running through his head.  “What?”

You were nervously glancing at the door, as though expecting people to break in at any second.  “He’s always been secretive, has been since I started working for him two years ago.  But lately…” A shiver ran through your spine. “He’s been getting these secret meetings late at night, with people I don’t know and he won’t introduce me to. He tells me to go get coffee for myself at eight fifty-five every night, and when I come back, his office is locked. They’re still there when I leave for the night at ten.”

“Any idea who it might be?”

“I don’t know who they are.  They’re not on any record, any meeting schedule I have for that time is blank,” you said, fear rolling off of you in waves.

Steve reached out and took your hand, squeezing it in an attempt to soothe you.  “How often do these meetings happen?”

“It used to be twice a month but now…”  You swallowed thickly around the lump in your throat.  “Now it’s every night.”

“Could you hear anything they were saying?”

You bit your lip as you tried to think back to all those times you’d sat at your desk, hands shaking even though you didn’t know why. The meetings your boss had held had always given you an uneasy feeling and it had only grown as the meetings became more frequent.  “Something about Project Insight…  And hail.” Your hand rubbed your elbow anxiously. “I don’t know what they were hailing, but I know they said hail.”

His heart was beginning to pound in his chest as he remembered Fury’s message just the night before.  His message that S.H.I.E.L.D. was compromised and he couldn’t trust anyone.  But something in his gut told him he could trust you.  You weren’t an agent, you weren’t affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D. other than the fact that you’d been hired as Alexander Pierce’s secretary.

And something told him that part of the reason you’d been hired was because you were normal.  You held no loyalty to S.H.I.E.L.D. and therefore, most likely wouldn’t report any strange meetings.

Oh, how wrong your boss had been.

A sense of admiration and respect bloomed in his chest as he looked down at you.  You had no reason to tell him any of this, other than the fact that you had a good heart and suspected your boss, one of the most powerful men in the world, to be up to very not good things.  It took a certain type of bravery that not many had.

“Why are you telling me this?”

You swallowed, but you stared up at him resolutely. “I don’t know what he’s doing, but if it’s something that could hurt others, I have a duty to try my best to prevent it.”

And fuck, that was kind of hot.  “Okay,” he said slowly, trying his best to not let his worry show.  If he did, it would only make you panic more and he couldn’t have that.  “I need you to do exactly what I say, okay?”

You nodded, relief flooding your face as you realized he was going to help you.  “Okay.”

“After we go back to the conference room, I want you to go back to your desk as normal.  Don’t let anyone think anything is wrong, alright?”  Steve’s hands moved to rub your shoulders comfortingly.  “If you seem on edge, the people working with Pierce are going to notice and that’ll tip them off.”  When he saw the way your hands were trembling, he added, “I’m going to make sure you’re safe.  I promise.”

His words seemed to soothe you as you took in a deep breath, nodding your head once.  With one final look at him, you opened the door and led him back towards the office. He could see Pierce through the glass doors, his arms crossed over his chest as glared out the window.  Your desk was right off to the side of the doors and you shot him one last worried look before taking your seat.

“Everything will be okay,” he said, even though it was a promise he didn’t know he could keep.  All Steve Rogers knew in that moment was that he needed to protect you.  You, this beautiful, wonderful woman who risked a lot for the good of others.

If he wasn’t currently about to make a run for it, he’d even consider asking you on a date.

When he stepped back into the office, Alexander Pierce’s beady eyes fixed on him immediately, though he quickly looked down at the coffee stain still on his suit.  “I thought Y/N was helping you with that,” he said, his eyes narrowed.

“Her Tide stick ran out,” Steve said quickly, grateful that he’d seen Pepper with the little contraption enough times to know what it did.  “Really, it’s no problem.”

He didn’t seemed pleased despite his explanation, taking off his glasses and peering at them before putting them back on.  “So, about our discussion—”

“I told you, I don’t know anything about Nick Fury or why he was in my apartment,” the blond interrupted, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.  “If you don’t mind,” he said, motioning towards the door.  “I have plans.”

“You have a date or something, Rogers?”

“Something.”

Pierce laughed, the sound harsh and cold.  “Steve Rogers on a date.  I’d say it’s about time, but I doubt there’s a lot of people in your age range looking to date, am I right?”  He smirked as he took in the man’s appearance.  “But you might want to leave the shield at home.”

Steve hoped his grimace came out as more of a smile, and he nodded.  “Yeah, right.”  He reached out and shook the man’s hand.  “I’ll sure I’ll see you soon, Pierce.”

“I’m sure you will, Rogers,” the older man said, his grip a little tighter than what could be considered necessary, though he didn’t notice since he had super soldier strength.

The blond exited the office, nodding at you in acknowledgement.  It seemed to be enough as he watched your shoulders relax just a bit.  But as he headed towards the elevator, he suddenly became aware of the S.T.R.I.K.E. team filing in with him, lead by Brock Rumlow.

“Before we start, does anyone want to get out?”

Steve wasn’t sure how he got himself into the situations. Bucky always used to say he went looking for trouble, but he’d actually been trying to stay out of it lately and somehow he still ended up in a mess.  He didn’t start his day planning on taking out the entire S.T.R.I.K.E. team and then jumping out the window but sometimes things happen.

He had just crashed through the roof of one of the buildings of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters when he heard your voice.

“STEVE!”

His head turned, a rush running through him as he saw you running from the elevator.  You still had on your heels and your pencil skirt, yet didn’t seem to care as you ran towards him.  “Y/N, what are you doing?!” He asked as he ran to you.

You pressed a set of keys into his hand, squeezing it tightly.  “Your bike.” Your cheeks were flushed, your hair in slight disarray as you stood in front of him, and fuck, you looked so beautiful.  “Go.”  When he didn’t move, you pushed at him, trying to get him to snap out of whatever stupor he was in.  “GO!”

“This might be a bad time and might sound weird,” he said quickly as he stared down at you with radiant blue eyes.  He was completely captivated by you.  Your beauty, your bravery, your desire to do good even if it cost you everything.  All of it. “But I think you might be my soulmate.”

“If you get out of here alive, I’ll let you take me on a date,” you said, before pushing at him again.  But there was a little bit of mirth in your eyes as your hands pressed against his chest, fully aware that if he didn’t want to move he wouldn’t.  Trying to move him was like trying to move a mountain.

A smile spread across his face as he nodded, running towards the exit.  But as he neared the exit he turned so he was running backwards.  You were still standing in the same place, seemingly not caring that a horde of S.H.I.E.L.D.—or HYDRA, he wasn’t sure if there was any difference now—agents were running towards you, guns up and ready to fire.  “I’M HOLDING YOU TO THAT!”

“I’m counting on it!”

[holylulusworld]

Before it was wrong it was right...

Summary: It’s just wrong…but at the same time so good. But all the wrong things have their consequences.

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Nick Fury

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, tension, dub-con (slightly non-con?), smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, violence, blood, OOC Steve/Bucky (just in case)

Wrong-Right Masterlist

“You really captured Cap too?” Nat gasps.

“He came to my apartment, knowing everything. Including your role in my plan. I’m sorry Natasha.”

“Nah, he will calm down. What are your plans for Steve?”

“I never planned on hurting him until you showed me the data. Until I realize he pushed me into Bucky’s arms on purpose. I totally forgot about the reason I gave in to Bucky that day. It was Steve flirting with Claire!”

“Shit, that slut!” Your friend mutters.

“She seems to be not able to keep her hands to herself.”

“Obviously, Y/N. What now? I mean first, the Winter Soldier gets missing and now Cap. People will get suspicious sooner or later. You must be quick now. Shall I help you?”

“No, Nat, you can’t get involved even more. I already put you into danger. We shouldn’t stay in contact over the next days. I’ll send you a message after I’m done.”

“Will you kill him?”

“I’m not a killer, Natasha. I only want them to feel the pain I felt over all these years. After that, I’m prepared to live with the consequences.”

“Even if it means jail?”

“Yes, Natasha. I’m not myself for over four years. My life is barely a life so nothing can scare me anymore.”

“Whoa…”

“Promise me to not come around. I swear I will not do anything to put you or Wanda into danger.”

“I promise but if you need my help, Y/N…”

“I will call you, pinky promise.”

“You better do so.”

----

“Any idea how to get out of this situation?” Steve asks.

“If I had an idea I wouldn’t have stayed in this bed for over four days, Stevie.”

“We really hurt her…”

“Steve, this is my fault, not yours.”

“I brought you back into her life, and I flirted with Claire. She’s right about the look I gave her friend. I remembered the hot sex and forgot about my fiancée for a moment.”

“Damn, Steve, I had the hottest sex with Y/N. That’s the reason I want her back, well one of the reasons.”

“She was always shy in bed.” Steve talks back.

“Maybe as she was scared to let her inner slut out with the golden boy between her legs.” Bucky chuckles.

“You really are a pervert, Y/N is right.”

“Don’t act like your cock isn’t hard at the thought to give it to her real good. You enjoyed the video, didn’t you, Stevie.”

Clearing his throat Steve tries his best to not think about the way your noises turned him on. Or the fact he jerked off to the video more than once.

“That’s…”

“Oh, I can see it all over your face, Steve. You want to have her and not in a vanilla way. Damn you are as crazy about her as I am. We need to get out of here to win here over again.”

“How do you intend on doing this, Buck? She hates both of us.”

“But it was right before it got wrong, punk. I mean we need to get her back. I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Dude you are scaring me with the looks you are giving me.”

“I’m not into you, Stevie. I only want to devour her for hours…days…fuck…for the rest of my life. Maybe I’m willing to share her.”

“I don’t think she will like the idea you offer to share her. Especially as she ain’t your girl!”

“Who cares about details, Steve? I mean I love her; you love her and I’m damn sure she loves us. We just need to find a way to win her over again.”

“I wish I had your confidence.” Steve groans.

“Just leave this to me…”

----

“Well, you are still alive. Congratulations boys. As I’m not a heartless bitch I bought some food and water too.” You say checking your phone about the remaining dose of the drug.

“This drug is influencing my system pretty bad.” Steve lies.

“Don’t lie, Steve, I know everything about your status due to the little bullet in your body. Don’t worry, the bullet will destroy itself and cause no harm.”

“You’re a genius when it comes to inventions.” Bucky tries giving you his brightest smile.

“One false compliment and you believe I let you go?”

“No, not at all. I’m enjoying your company, just like Steve. How about you come here, and we make our stay a bit more pleasant for all of us?”

“Seriously, Buck? You want to win her heart over by offering a threesome?” Steve mutters.

“Guys, this is too funny. Do you really believe I would ever let one of you touch me again? I may have been stupid enough to love both of you, but I’m not dumb. By the way, I told Peggy’s niece you can’t see her any longer as you are busy fucking someone else. Well, it was not me telling her so, it was you.” You chuckle.

“You little devil!” Steve grunts giving you a dangerous glare.

“Did she scream your name, Cap? She looks so boring to me.” You whisper crawling onto the bed to push Steve onto the mattress. “Did you fuck her hard or all vanilla? I bet she’s a dirty little slut underneath her boring outfit.”

“We didn’t…so far.” Steve gasps when you grind against him. Bucky is watching the scene with darkened eyes. Before he can touch you another dose of your drugs floats his system.

“What the fuck?” He groans.

“Oh, I timed the dose for you, as you are a pervert. Cap will get his next dose in around an hour.”

“I will break free and make you mine,” Bucky growls.

Turning your attention back toward Steve you shrug. “Heard this before, Buck. Don’t think so my dear. So, Stevie shall we check your messages?” You say and he glares at you once again. Simply ignoring his boring looks you grab his phone from your nightstand.

“You will not be able to get access.” He mutters.

“I know you are using a special date…Peggy’s birthday…right? The ideal woman no one can compare with.”

“Shit, Stevie this is just stupid.”

“Cut it, Buck,” Steve mutters knowing you will fail using Peggy’s birthday.

“Damn…you changed the password? Tell me the right combination and I might not hurt Sharon or your beloved Claire.”

“Never, kitten.” Steve states.

“I can still hurt your friend over there. I mean the world needs Captain America but your friend is…dispensable.” You chuckle looking at Bucky.

“Don’t give it to her…she will not hurt me…right doll?”

A grin on your face you walk toward Bucky, swaying your hips. Stopping in front of the bed you smile at him and then you punch his nose harshly. Blood is dripping out of his nose and he makes an odd noise.

“That was just foreplay. I will and I can hurt him…your decision, Cap.”

“Fine…it’s the day we…you know…the day we had our first date.” Steve says and your eyes widen.

“If this is a lie your friend will pay the price,” you threaten getting a knife out of your boots.

“I swear it’s the truth, please stop hurting him. This is insane. Let’s talk things out, make things right.” Steve tries and you chuckle.

“The mighty Captain America tries to negotiate with me? Whoa…never thought this is possible.”

Checking the messages your grin gets wider and you start cackling. “Damn she’s pissed. Whoa…even threatens to cut your cock off. Didn’t think she can be so…obscene. I like the girl.”

“Why did you have to hurt her? She’s only a good friend.”

“The gap filler for Peggy? Hmm…I did her a favor. I know how it feels to stand in someone else’s shadow, Steve. Leave her be so she can get happy with someone else. Don’t hurt her as you hurt me.”

“You will not like your punishment,” Steve warns.

“I will have a shower and prepare some food for you. Be good boys…” You say leaving the room.

----

“She forgot to turn on the device, Steve. I can’t move but I saw your hand twitch while she was turning you on.”

“I feel stronger. Not like a super soldier but like before. I will try to get up and take care of her.”

“Be careful. She has some nice new moves.”

“I don’t intend on fucking her.”

“I meant fighting moves you pervert, Rogers. I think Natasha trained her.”

“Got it. Relax Sergeant while I save your ass once again.”

“Blah…blah…Cap…”

----

Warm water cascades down your body while you try to figure out what to do next. You already destroyed Steve’s and Bucky’s relationships. You feel bad for Sharon; she seems to be nice but Claire, you hate her with all passion.

Lost in thoughts you don’t hear the bathroom door open before it’s too late as two strong hands push you against the wall. You try to break free but even without his enhanced strength, Steve is taller and stronger. In this position, you can fight him, and he knows it.

“Hmm…that’s how I like you.” Steve purrs pressing his naked body against yours.

“Why are you naked?” You gasp trying to wiggle out of his tight grip.

“I thought you want to film us too. Bucky wanted me to escape but I preferred sending Tony a message he will receive in around an hour. Enough time to make you mine again.”

“Dream on, Cap.” You spat but the hand snaking between your legs will find out the embarrassing truth.

“Dammit! Buck was right, you like getting ordered around. Does it turn you on? Do you want me to fuck you against this tile wall, marking your body?”

“Asshole.” You mutter as he starts working your clit with his fingers.

“Such a needy girl. James and I decided we want you back, we want you both. I know this is not a conventional constellation, but you will see we can make you happy. I still love you, Y/N. Give me the chance to show you how much.” Steve whispers into your ear.

“Let me go, arrest me but stop touching me…shit…stop…touching me.” You pant trying to keep your body from reacting to Steve’s touch.

“You’re beautiful, smart and strong. I will not give you up like last time. We belong together, we always did, and you know it, Y/N. Just give in to me. I can still punish Bucky if you want me to.” He says planting a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“No. Get off me, Captain Asshole!” You mutter feeling his hard cock pressing against your lower back.

Humming Steve kisses, the back of your head, nuzzling his nose into your wet hair. For a moment you want to give in, just feel a connection to him again but you are not the weak girl any longer.

Slamming your head backward you caught Steve off-guard. He didn’t think you would fight him right now. Turning around you punch his nose with full force when you try to land another swing he catches your hand in time.

“Such a well-trained girl. Natasha did a great job, but you are not able to defeat me.” Steve warns.

Rough hands grab your upper arms to keep you in place as he tilts his head to kiss you roughly. Not able to fight back you can only part your lips for the super soldier as he devours your mouth.

Pressing you with his firm body into the wall he grins at you. Knowing you can’t fight him now he believes he won but you are not someone to back down any longer.

Slamming your forehead against his you chuckle when he let go of you, so you start sprinting out of the bathroom, grabbing your coat and purse on the way, you want to leave the apartment but Steve is already behind you.

Pushing you onto the small couch he grabs your coat and purse to toss them aside. Rough hands spread your legs open so he can move between them. His weight presses you into the couch and you close your eyes.

“Mine. You were always mine, Y/N.” He whispers in your ear and you want to give in for a moment but your anger wins the upper hand so you slap his cheek harshly.

Not reacting to your outburst Steve presses his lips onto yours. You want to bite him but his tongue invades your mouth to distract you from the ‘main’ act. Too lost in the feeling of his lips on yours you whine as he starts pressing his thick cock into you.

“Steve…” You whimper when he’s bottomed out. The weight of his body, the feeling of his cock stretching you wide and his lips claiming yours brings back pleasant memories but you know this won’t last so your push against his chest.

“I want you…you’re the one…let me love you.” Steve rasps voice lower than ever before. His hips move on their own. The first drag of his cock against your walls makes you cry out. Your hands paw at his biceps so you can feel the muscles work while he pumps hard into you.

Your head lulls back, moans escape your lips and you are close to forgetting everything around you but then you hear Bucky chuckling in your bedroom and the spell is broken. Right when you want to push Steve of you he hits the right spot and the knot in your stomach bursts open. Trembling underneath the tall super soldier you gasp when he thrusts, four, five more times before filling you with his seed.

His hard body pressed against yours he lies on top of you, not intending on pulling out. As you start pushing against his chest he looks down at you. The tears are evident he went too far, brought back unpleasant memories, so he pulls gently out of you. Handing you his shirt he avoids looking you into your eyes.

“You should get dressed. Tony will be here soon and you know this will have consequences.” Steve says softly.

When he tries to touch you, your hands slap his larger one away. You don’t want a gentle gesture, you don’t want him or his friend.

----

“What do you mean with I can’t see my agent? Y/N is my responsibility. As far as I know, your two super soldiers broke into her apartment and forced themselves on her.” Fury yells.

“I can assure you this is not what happened,” Tony tries.

“Really? Cause Natasha came to me, asking for my help. We both know the doctor found Steve’s sperm in Y/N. It’s proof that at least one of your Avengers violated her.”

“I swear the Captain and James would never do such a thing.”

“Listen, she’s in your cell for over three weeks. I want to see my agent.”

“I can’t allow this…she’s not in a stable state of mind …not after Bruce told her something important yesterday.” Tony sighs.

“What do you mean?”

“Look, you are right. Both men had sex with her, but they didn’t force her. You can check the videos…I mean she had a security system and it recorded everything. One of our female agents checked the material.”

“I still don’t know why she’s in an unstable state of mind!” Fury yells now.

“Okay…fine. She’s pregnant with twins and both men are the father…” Tony yells back and Fury’s mouth falls open.

Marvel Tags

@stuckys-whore, @notyourtypicalrose, @voltage-my2dlove

All Works Tags

@meganywinchester​, @shikshinkwon​, @idioticsky​

[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: Till It’s Gone

Summary: After being stranded on Destiny, Rush faces a tough decision about his relationship with Belle, still on Earth, after she gives him an ultimatum regarding their future.

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling prompt: Let Her Go (song)

Rated: T

Till It’s Gone

You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. It was one of the old sayings, something that Rush had always known but had never paid any attention to until he was forced to take a long hard look at something and realise that the old sayings had indeed had some truth to them.

The first time that he had been made to confront this particular saying was after he had lost Gloria. He’d known what he had with her, obviously. They had been married for over twenty years and he knew that they had been soulmates. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what he had with her, as that once he no longer had her, he came to the crushing realisation that was it. It was over. There was never going to be a ‘later’. All the things that he had promised in his own mind that he would do later, that he had to keep working and he would do it later… There was no later. There never would be. 

What he hadn’t known he had with Gloria was opportunity. Time. 

Now he was staring this hateful phrase in the face again as he looked out at the ribbons of faster than light travelling past the window of the observation deck. This time, it was true in the much more well-known sense of meaning. He had lost Belle, and it was only now that he realised just how much she meant to him. 

He loved her. He had told her that he loved her, and she had told him that she loved him back. That had never been in doubt. What had been in doubt was his ability to fully commit to their relationship when there was always a spectre hanging over him, the spectre of the work that he could never let go of, because letting go of it meant letting go of Gloria. He’d not had enough time with her before, and now that he had wasted that time, he needed to make sure that it was worth it in whatever way he could. 

Belle had always understood his obsessive need to discover the mysteries of the cosmos. She was a widow herself; they both knew what they were getting into when it came to new relationships whilst the tragedy of losing a soulmate was still looming large and would likely never fully fade. 

But Belle had a limit, and Rush would admit that your boyfriend getting stranded on an Ancient spaceship several thousand galaxies away from home would push most people’s limits. As much as he isolated himself from the rest of the crew, it was impossible not to know what was happening behind closed doors with so many of them together in close quarters. At first he had been rather pleased that his relationship with Belle appeared to be surviving the long distance when so many others, apart from perhaps Camille and Sharon, seemed to be falling apart. 

Now though, it was clear that he and Belle were just the latest victims. 

The next time I see you, Nick, I want to see your face. 

It was such a simple sentence, and it had been spoken with such sadness. Belle had been in tears as they had parted, and now, hours after returning to Destiny and leaving the stones behind, Rush was still staring at the faster than light, still ruminating on what he had just lost. 

The trouble was that it was so open-ended. It was not really an end unless he chose it to be. Belle had said that she didn’t want to see him again via the stones. He could read between the lines enough to know what she really meant. She wanted him to commit to getting them all home. She didn’t want this to go on indefinitely. She wanted a proper relationship with him. In person. 

Rush was left in a quandary. It was a choice he had never yet had to make, because nothing this far-reaching and life-changing had ever come between them before. Gloria had always been the elephant in the room, but it had always been manageable before. Belle had been apprehensive when he’d taken the Icarus position, but she had consoled herself with the thought that it would not be forever. Now there was no such promise in place. 

They might never get home. 

They certainly weren’t going to get home if he wasn’t working to get them home. If he chose to keep chasing the knowledge of the Ancients instead. 

Rush smacked his hand against the glass. This wasn’t fair. This was his life’s work, this was what he had poured everything he had into for the last few years, and now he was facing the choice to give it up. 

It should have been an easy decision to make. Life’s work versus girlfriend of a year. Looking at it from a cold, hard, logical point of view, which was Rush’s default point of view on everything, much to some people’s chagrin, it was a no-brainer. 

He couldn’t understand why he was so incredibly angry about it, nor why he was missing Belle more now than he had done throughout the entire rest of the time that he had been separated from her, despite only having seen her a few short hours ago. 

X

Rush had always been able to get by on very little sleep, and since being on Destiny, there was so much for him to be doing at any time that sleep was more of an annoyance than a necessity. TJ had kept threatening to knock him out to make him get some rest, saying that not even he could get by on no sleep whatsoever, but Rush had resisted her so far. He had managed to avoid her, disappearing from the console room whenever she was in the area, but truth be told, he had no desire to sleep for deeper reasons than needing to get more work done. 

He lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The last few times he’d slept, he’d dreamed of Belle. She always danced through the world in front of him, leading him on into the unknown. He was always compelled to follow her, no matter what was happening around him. She’d pulled him away from the bits of Destiny that he was trying to unlock, his attention always on her instead of on the maths. When he tried to ignore her, the figures swam in front of him until he had to look away, catching Belle’s smile again in the corner of his eye, and he was powerless to do anything but follow her. 

She was always out of reach, no matter how much he might try to speed up and catch up with her, no matter how much he might stretch out towards her. And then, without fail, no matter what else had happened, no matter where he was, he would lose her, leaving him feeling alone and bereft. 

Rush sighed. Someone would probably tell him that it meant that he was missing Belle, and that he should be making the choice to get back to her instead of continuing with his work. That without Belle, his work meant nothing. He was not the kind of person who put much faith in that kind of pseudo-science, but he couldn’t deny that his subconscious brain was trying to tell him something, even if it was in a manner that he didn’t want to address. 

He thought of the chair, of the memories of Gloria that he would rather forget as he tried to crack Destiny’s master code. Things that he wanted to forget and put to the back of his mind so that he could concentrate on the bigger picture. It was not that he wanted to forget Belle, far from it, just as he did not want to forget Gloria, just the very end. If only things didn’t have to end. If everything could just stop in the middle. 

Rush felt his eyelids droop, exhaustion finally getting the better of him despite fighting it for so long. By now he had come to expect the image of Belle hovering at the edge of his vision, always there, but never to touch. No, he had given up that privilege when he had made the decision to keep working towards Destiny’s higher purpose rather than trying to get back to her, and now she was haunting his dreams as his penance. 

He didn’t even try to resist her this time, even as he got closer and closer to solving Destiny’s mysteries and discovering the secrets at the centre of the universe. He let her lead him away, tempting him with the promise of what he could no longer have. It was good to see her at least, even if that was all he could do. It was good to know that she was all right, wherever she was. He knew that his dreams had nothing to do with Belle’s reality, but in these sleeping moments, he liked to kid himself that everything was okay, that Belle was happy. 

He wished he knew if she was happy or not. 

X

Rush sighed. It had been so long since he heard Belle’s voice, even though he saw her face every time he closed his eyes. 

The phone seemed to take forever to connect, and he looked at the unfamiliar face reflected in the glass of the phone booth as he listened to it ring. 

“Hello?”

“Belle, it’s me. It’s Nick.”

“Hi Nick.” Her voice was soft, almost wonderous in its disbelief. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

“We’re ok.” He wasn’t sure how to tell her what he was going to tell her. It was such a leap of faith he had to take. Rush had taken many leaps of faith during his time on Destiny. He had trusted in the ship more times than he could count; he trusted in Destiny and his own intuition more than he trusted the rest of the crew at the best of times. 

Now he had to trust in Belle. He had made the decision, but what if, in the end, it was all in vain? What if she had moved on after all? What if she was going to move on in the next three years that they would all be incommunicado?

“Belle, I know you don’t want to see me via the stones, but I had to talk to you.”

“That’s ok, I understand. What’s going on?”

Rush explained the situation, with the drones and the stasis pods and the three long years that would pass in the blink of an eye for him and would drag on for everyone else on the ground. 

“We’re trying to get home,” he said eventually. “I want to see you again. In person. Properly.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and Rush could feel his heart beating hard in his mouth. Had he made the wrong decision?  Should he have gone with his head over his heart and decided to continue with Destiny’s mission, even if it meant that Belle would haunt him for the rest of his days?

“I’ll be right here waiting,” Belle said at last. “Stay safe, Nick. Come back to me.”

The next time Rush slept it was blissfully dreamless. 

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91. “I only ever thought there were two kinds of love: The kind you would kill for, and the kind you would die for…but you, my darling, you were the kind of love I would live for.” sharon/bucky

As Bucky is running away from government agents trying to snipe him for killing a politician, he supposes Natasha’s argument for him being suicidal might have the tiniest bit evidence behind it, which he previously argued it didn’t. 

As he slides underneath a car, he debates whether or not she’ll find out about this one. He feels a buzz from his phone in his pocket. 

Yeah, she knows. 

He shoots one of the agents, nicking him in the knee. Oof, that’s gonna be a fun story to tell his grandkids about why they can’t climb on his lap. But he needs to get away, and that involves potentially shooting through a car. 

Potentially turns into definitely and there’s enough of a distraction that he can commandeer a car, drive at least ten blocks away, and ditch it to run on foot, calling Natasha. 

“You got my location, right?” 

“Of course, you fucking idiot,” Natasha curses. “You...god I hate you sometimes. The job’s at least done, right?” 

“Yeah. I’ll have to lay low, though. Which sucks because my apartment is right in the city.” 

“I already have a punishment and idea for you in one.” 

“I...what is it?” 

“Sam’s picking you up. Tell you when you get to base. Bye.” 

Bucky groans. 

She must be really pissed at him. 

Sam picks him up in the shittiest economy car in the world. 

“I hate you for picking this one,” Bucky groans. 

“A stupid decision grants a stupid car, that’s why you’re getting picked up in the 1995 Ford Fiesta of shame,” Sam says. “Nat’s real mad. And I also think you’re going to hate your next assignment.” 

Bucky’s not sure what’s gonna happen. He’s hoping he’s not on latrine duty. 

- 

Oh, it’s so much worse. 

“Protection detail?” Bucky asks. “And undercover? All at once? Nat, come on. I bet we don’t even need undercover.” 

"You both are doing undercover because you both fucked up,” Natasha says. “And since apparently you don’t know how to act, maybe this will get you better lessons.” 

“Cold,” Sam hisses. 

“I will legally ask you to shut the fuck up,” Bucky growls out. 

He packs his things. Realizes that Sam got to choose the name so his name is Roger Stevens. Fucking shit. (Steve, of course, approved this. Because Steve is an asshole.) 

“Why does she even need a protector?” Bucky growls out, driving to the house. It’s in suburbia. 

“Because she fucked up and whoever she pissed off might send more than she can handle,” Natasha says. 

“We’re hinging my being here on a ‘maybe’?” 

“And because you got caught by government agents, which would be a rookie move,” Natasha says. “There’s a reason that I can still go my same nail salon for five years and now you have to get your hair cut somewhere else. And why you got a wedding china set and you have a backstory of being married.” 

“I hate you.” 

“A lot of people do, take a number.” 

If it helps (and it mostly doesn’t), Sharon Carter is also not happy. She is in the house with the most dangerous look Bucky has seen. 

“So I’m stuck in this fucking hell house with him?” Sharon asks. 

Maria Hill is her boss. Woman is a scary, competent human. Bucky wouldn’t cross her. 

(Then again, you also shouldn’t cross a certain redhead who could make you disappear within twenty minutes, maybe thirty if it’s a surprise. But he did.) 

“Keys are by the front door, hope you know your address! Bye!” Natasha says. “Don’t kill each other or we lose the deposit!” 

Maria Hill smiles. Of course the only time Bucky’s ever seen her smile is at the suffering of others. How typical. 

So then they are left alone. 

“Let’s read the cover story,” Sharon says. “And I don’t need protection, Maria’s just paranoid.” 

Bucky snorts. 

“Yeah, okay, let’s go with that.” 

Sharon sends him a sharp look. 

They meet while on a cruise. 

Bucky fucking hates his life. 

“A fucking cruise,” he mutters. “As if I would ever step foot onto any of those fucking--” 

“We had a beach wedding?!” Sharon cries out. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it!” 

They are both in a bad mood. 

It’s also awkward because this is a house. They have decorations. They have tea towels. 

And a neighbor comes to visit. 

“Welcome to the neighborhood!” she says brightly. “My name is Karen Tent, so lovely to meet you both!” 

She then invades the house with her Tupperware. Literally speeds past them and it’s not like Sharon judo-chop her throat or anything. 

“What a lovely house you two have!” Karen cheers. “Of course the color palette is a little bit drab, but I’m sure you’ll change that soon enough. When Linda told me we had new neighbors, I could hardly believe it myself, but here you are! Now, how did you two meet? Have you married yet? If not, I hope that you are living apart, you know.” 

“The rings are in boxes,” Sharon answers smoothly, noting that they’ll need to ask Maria where the fuck the rings are. “You know how move-ins are. I’m Melanie Stevens, this is Roger Stevens. How nice to see you so very unexpectedly.” 

“Well, that’s what neighbors are for!” Karen answers, her voice shrill as ever. “I brought over my famous cookie bars. Everyone says they’re good, and I believe they always are. Tell me Melanie, what do you like baking most?” 

“Yes dear, tell her,” Bucky answers, smiling. “I seem to remember...lemon bars?” 

“That’s right,” Sharon says, sending Bucky a smile. “They are really good. Just delightful.” 

“Oh you’ll have to bring some over!” Karen responds. “Now, let me tell you a little bit about the neighborhood...” 

She talks for a fucking hour. Bucky wants to drink. So badly. He saw the wine on the counter. 

Sharon, to her credit, keeps trying to use certain “end” phrases. Karen either knows it and knows she won’t be budging, or will not ever take a hint in her lifetime. 

“And you simply must not ever play loud music in your backyard,” Karen says. “We’ve had a couple of problems with the Richardsons, but nothing a few calls won’t fix.” 

“You called the police?” Sharon asks. 

“Well yes!” 

“Oh my god,” Bucky mutters. 

“I am sure that’s not exactly the measure I would have done,” Sharon says. “But I am tired and don’t want to get into it now,” she says quickly, noticing Karen’s “confused” expression. 

“I say we need some time to rest, today is gonna be a lot of moving,” he says. “So nice of you to stop by, Karen. I’ll return your dish as soon as possible.” 

Karen is ushered out the door, placated with two waves, and they both groan. 

“I’m gonna fucking hate everything after this,” Sharon mutters. “My name is fucking Melanie. Maria knows...” she trails off, facing the very real boxes that were obviously packed with dishes and miscellaneous items. 

Bucky finds four spatulas. He doesn’t know why there are four. 

“What the fuck,” he mutters, noting the incredibly cheesy salt-and-pepper set. 

“Welcome to married life,” Sharon says sarcastically. “We’re gonna have a blast.” 

Dinner is spent with Sharon trying to convince Bucky that she’s “fine” and in “no danger” at all. 

“Who did you piss off?” 

“Sitwell.” 

“Oh my god. You’re screwed.” 

“He’s a lapdog, I’m not screwed.” 

“He’s the lapdog of Pierce. You’re screwed.” 

Sharon thunks her head on the table. 

“Can we at least repaint the bedrooms? They suck.” 

“If you think I’m sleeping in a separate room you’re dead wrong,” Bucky says. “You have a target the size of New York on your back. Uh-uh.” 

“You will sleep on the floor and get out when I shower or change,” Sharon threatens. 

“Of course.” 

“Good. Then it’s settled.” 

Married life is not so bad. Except when Karen and the rest of the neighbors tend to visit or talk to them for about fifteen minutes on the lawn. 

“It’s your turn to cut the grass,” Sharon groans, flopping on the couch. “If I have to hear Kevin tell me one more time that you should be treating me better, I’m going to explode. He’s trying to lecture me on how to cut grass.” 

“On it,” Bucky says. “Your turn to go get groceries, I ran into Karen and her kid last time. I think she wants me to stop buying so much hummus.” 

“Not our fault it’s good,” Sharon mutters. 

- 

And then, of course, avoiding the various assassins that are sent out at random intervals and at public locations (including their own house) while convincing the neighbors that there’s nothing going on. 

This involves pretending an agent of Hydra is their cousin. 

“This is Jen, she’s visiting for the day!” Sharon says, squeezing “Jen’s” wrist hard enough to make her stay quiet. “We have so much to catch up on, you probably won’t see me or--or Roger again for the day! Ha ha!” 

“Well where’s her car?” Linda asks, looking around the neighborhood. “I don’t see anything...” 

“She’s a hippie environmentalist, she walked,” Bucky answers. “Jen, let’s go catch up in the house, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” the agent squeaks out sadly, knowing exactly what is going to happen. 

She’s delivered tied up in rope on the steps of Maria’s office with a note of “please stop this from happening we’re planting azaleas.” 

Maria snorts. 

Bucky starts to think they’re getting too attached to this. It’s been four months. 

He started a garden. They’re growing tomatoes. 

He also notices Sharon a little bit differently. 

Because she drags him out of bed. 

“Legally? You have to go to brunch with me. Illegally? You like the breakfast burrito too much.” 

She’s scarily competent with anything that could be classed as a weapon. Or their groceries. 

“Are you kidding me?” Bucky yells at her as she throws the jar of tomato sauce. “I am not cleaning that up!” 

“Tough shit!” Sharon answers, dodging a bullet. “It wasn’t even the good kind of tomato sauce!” 

“It was fine, sweetheart!” Bucky growls out. 

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me in the middle of a battle!” Sharon yells. “Strictly after!” 

“You’re the weirdest fucking married couple,” one of the agents wheezes out as Bucky is holding him as a sort of shield. 

“Thanks,” they say in unison, grinning. 

- 

The punishment for them both doesn’t exactly turn out as planned, both Natasha and Maria agree. In fact, it is almost worse. 

They are both reckless, subvert orders, and get along like a house on fire by the end of it. 

“You can still be together, we just need the house back,” Natasha says. 

“Thank god,” Bucky groans. “I get to stop being Roger and I get rid of Karen in one fell swoop.” 

Sharon untenses her shoulders while she’s sitting at the kitchen table. 

“Can I keep the knife set?” 

“No,” Maria says. “I’ll send you a link to where I got it.” 

“Why can’t I keep it if you can get another set?” 

“Steal it,” Bucky stage-whispers. Sharon grins back at him. 

“You have the best ideas, babe.” 

“You are not stealing anything,” Maria scowls. 

“Sure we aren’t,” Bucky says easily. 

“You stole my heart,” Sharon sing-songs, knowing damn well it’s going to make Maria barf. 

“Aw babe...” Bucky says, holding her hand. Natasha fake-retches. 

“I hate you both,” she declares. “And I won’t be there for your actual wedding.” 

“You made us tell people we had a wedding on a beach, were you assuming that you were getting an invitation?” Bucky asks. 

Sharon snickers, getting the last of her bags out into the car. 

“Where to now?” she asks him. 

“I think that there are some apartments we can look at...” 

- 

“We’ve made a collective monster,” Maria decides, blinking. “We Frankensteined this.” 

“We did,” Natasha says, staring at the house. There are still little bits of glass. An unfortunately busted can of beans where someone had been knocked out and they had “conveniently” forgotten to clean it up from yesterday. 

Well. Sharon and Bucky are going to cause havoc on the world. Maria and Natasha just hope they can cover the other while doing so. 

As Bucky is running away from government agents trying to snipe him for killing a politician, he supposes Natasha’s argument for him being suicidal might have the tiniest bit evidence behind it, which he previously argued it didn’t. 

As he slides underneath a car, he debates whether or not she’ll find out about this one. He feels a buzz from his phone in his pocket. 

Yeah, she knows. 

He shoots one of the agents, nicking him in the knee. Oof, that’s gonna be a fun story to tell his grandkids about why they can’t climb on his lap. But he needs to get away, and that involves potentially shooting through a car. 

Potentially turns into definitely and there’s enough of a distraction that he can commandeer a car, drive at least ten blocks away, and ditch it to run on foot, calling Natasha. 

“You got my location, right?” 

“Of course, you fucking idiot,” Natasha curses. “You...god I hate you sometimes. The job’s at least done, right?” 

“Yeah. I’ll have to lay low, though. Which sucks because my apartment is right in the city.” 

“I already have a punishment and idea for you in one.” 

“I...what is it?” 

“Sam’s picking you up. Tell you when you get to base. Bye.” 

Bucky groans. 

She must be really pissed at him. 

Sam picks him up in the shittiest economy car in the world. 

“I hate you for picking this one,” Bucky groans. 

“A stupid decision grants a stupid car, that’s why you’re getting picked up in the 1995 Ford Fiesta of shame,” Sam says. “Nat’s real mad. And I also think you’re going to hate your next assignment.” 

Bucky’s not sure what’s gonna happen. He’s hoping he’s not on latrine duty. 

- 

Oh, it’s so much worse. 

“Protection detail?” Bucky asks. “And undercover? All at once? Nat, come on. I bet we don’t even need undercover.” 

"You both are doing undercover because you both fucked up,” Natasha says. “And since apparently you don’t know how to act, maybe this will get you better lessons.” 

“Cold,” Sam hisses. 

“I will legally ask you to shut the fuck up,” Bucky growls out. 

He packs his things. Realizes that Sam got to choose the name so his name is Roger Stevens. Fucking shit. (Steve, of course, approved this. Because Steve is an asshole.) 

“Why does she even need a protector?” Bucky growls out, driving to the house. It’s in suburbia. 

“Because she fucked up and whoever she pissed off might send more than she can handle,” Natasha says. 

“We’re hinging my being here on a ‘maybe’?” 

“And because you got caught by government agents, which would be a rookie move,” Natasha says. “There’s a reason that I can still go my same nail salon for five years and now you have to get your hair cut somewhere else. And why you got a wedding china set and you have a backstory of being married.” 

“I hate you.” 

“A lot of people do, take a number.” 

If it helps (and it mostly doesn’t), Sharon Carter is also not happy. She is in the house with the most dangerous look Bucky has seen. 

“So I’m stuck in this fucking hell house with him?” Sharon asks. 

Maria Hill is her boss. Woman is a scary, competent human. Bucky wouldn’t cross her. 

(Then again, you also shouldn’t cross a certain redhead who could make you disappear within twenty minutes, maybe thirty if it’s a surprise. But he did.) 

“Keys are by the front door, hope you know your address! Bye!” Natasha says. “Don’t kill each other or we lose the deposit!” 

Maria Hill smiles. Of course the only time Bucky’s ever seen her smile is at the suffering of others. How typical. 

So then they are left alone. 

“Let’s read the cover story,” Sharon says. “And I don’t need protection, Maria’s just paranoid.” 

Bucky snorts. 

“Yeah, okay, let’s go with that.” 

Sharon sends him a sharp look. 

They meet while on a cruise. 

Bucky fucking hates his life. 

“A fucking cruise,” he mutters. “As if I would ever step foot onto any of those fucking--” 

“We had a beach wedding?!” Sharon cries out. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it!” 

They are both in a bad mood. 

It’s also awkward because this is a house. They have decorations. They have tea towels. 

And a neighbor comes to visit. 

“Welcome to the neighborhood!” she says brightly. “My name is Karen Tent, so lovely to meet you both!” 

She then invades the house with her Tupperware. Literally speeds past them and it’s not like Sharon judo-chop her throat or anything. 

“What a lovely house you two have!” Karen cheers. “Of course the color palette is a little bit drab, but I’m sure you’ll change that soon enough. When Linda told me we had new neighbors, I could hardly believe it myself, but here you are! Now, how did you two meet? Have you married yet? If not, I hope that you are living apart, you know.” 

“The rings are in boxes,” Sharon answers smoothly, noting that they’ll need to ask Maria where the fuck the rings are. “You know how move-ins are. I’m Melanie Stevens, this is Roger Stevens. How nice to see you so very unexpectedly.” 

“Well, that’s what neighbors are for!” Karen answers, her voice shrill as ever. “I brought over my famous cookie bars. Everyone says they’re good, and I believe they always are. Tell me Melanie, what do you like baking most?” 

“Yes dear, tell her,” Bucky answers, smiling. “I seem to remember...lemon bars?” 

“That’s right,” Sharon says, sending Bucky a smile. “They are really good. Just delightful.” 

“Oh you’ll have to bring some over!” Karen responds. “Now, let me tell you a little bit about the neighborhood...” 

She talks for a fucking hour. Bucky wants to drink. So badly. He saw the wine on the counter. 

Sharon, to her credit, keeps trying to use certain “end” phrases. Karen either knows it and knows she won’t be budging, or will not ever take a hint in her lifetime. 

“And you simply must not ever play loud music in your backyard,” Karen says. “We’ve had a couple of problems with the Richardsons, but nothing a few calls won’t fix.” 

“You called the police?” Sharon asks. 

“Well yes!” 

“Oh my god,” Bucky mutters. 

“I am sure that’s not exactly the measure I would have done,” Sharon says. “But I am tired and don’t want to get into it now,” she says quickly, noticing Karen’s “confused” expression. 

“I say we need some time to rest, today is gonna be a lot of moving,” he says. “So nice of you to stop by, Karen. I’ll return your dish as soon as possible.” 

Karen is ushered out the door, placated with two waves, and they both groan. 

“I’m gonna fucking hate everything after this,” Sharon mutters. “My name is fucking Melanie. Maria knows...” she trails off, facing the very real boxes that were obviously packed with dishes and miscellaneous items. 

Bucky finds four spatulas. He doesn’t know why there are four. 

“What the fuck,” he mutters, noting the incredibly cheesy salt-and-pepper set. 

“Welcome to married life,” Sharon says sarcastically. “We’re gonna have a blast.” 

Dinner is spent with Sharon trying to convince Bucky that she’s “fine” and in “no danger” at all. 

“Who did you piss off?” 

“Sitwell.” 

“Oh my god. You’re screwed.” 

“He’s a lapdog, I’m not screwed.” 

“He’s the lapdog of Pierce. You’re screwed.” 

Sharon thunks her head on the table. 

“Can we at least repaint the bedrooms? They suck.” 

“If you think I’m sleeping in a separate room you’re dead wrong,” Bucky says. “You have a target the size of New York on your back. Uh-uh.” 

“You will sleep on the floor and get out when I shower or change,” Sharon threatens. 

“Of course.” 

“Good. Then it’s settled.” 

Married life is not so bad. Except when Karen and the rest of the neighbors tend to visit or talk to them for about fifteen minutes on the lawn. 

“It’s your turn to cut the grass,” Sharon groans, flopping on the couch. “If I have to hear Kevin tell me one more time that you should be treating me better, I’m going to explode. He’s trying to lecture me on how to cut grass.” 

“On it,” Bucky says. “Your turn to go get groceries, I ran into Karen and her kid last time. I think she wants me to stop buying so much hummus.” 

“Not our fault it’s good,” Sharon mutters. 

- 

And then, of course, avoiding the various assassins that are sent out at random intervals and at public locations (including their own house) while convincing the neighbors that there’s nothing going on. 

This involves pretending an agent of Hydra is their cousin. 

“This is Jen, she’s visiting for the day!” Sharon says, squeezing “Jen’s” wrist hard enough to make her stay quiet. “We have so much to catch up on, you probably won’t see me or--or Roger again for the day! Ha ha!” 

“Well where’s her car?” Linda asks, looking around the neighborhood. “I don’t see anything...” 

“She’s a hippie environmentalist, she walked,” Bucky answers. “Jen, let’s go catch up in the house, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” the agent squeaks out sadly, knowing exactly what is going to happen. 

She’s delivered tied up in rope on the steps of Maria’s office with a note of “please stop this from happening we’re planting azaleas.” 

Maria snorts. 

Bucky starts to think they’re getting too attached to this. It’s been four months. 

He started a garden. They’re growing tomatoes. 

He also notices Sharon a little bit differently. 

Because she drags him out of bed. 

“Legally? You have to go to brunch with me. Illegally? You like the breakfast burrito too much.” 

She’s scarily competent with anything that could be classed as a weapon. Or their groceries. 

“Are you kidding me?” Bucky yells at her as she throws the jar of tomato sauce. “I am not cleaning that up!” 

“Tough shit!” Sharon answers, dodging a bullet. “It wasn’t even the good kind of tomato sauce!” 

“It was fine, sweetheart!” Bucky growls out. 

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me in the middle of a battle!” Sharon yells. “Strictly after!” 

“You’re the weirdest fucking married couple,” one of the agents wheezes out as Bucky is holding him as a sort of shield. 

“Thanks,” they say in unison, grinning. 

- 

The punishment for them both doesn’t exactly turn out as planned, both Natasha and Maria agree. In fact, it is almost worse. 

They are both reckless, subvert orders, and get along like a house on fire by the end of it. 

“You can still be together, we just need the house back,” Natasha says. 

“Thank god,” Bucky groans. “I get to stop being Roger and I get rid of Karen in one fell swoop.” 

Sharon untenses her shoulders while she’s sitting at the kitchen table. 

“Can I keep the knife set?” 

“No,” Maria says. “I’ll send you a link to where I got it.” 

“Why can’t I keep it if you can get another set?” 

“Steal it,” Bucky stage-whispers. Sharon grins back at him. 

“You have the best ideas, babe.” 

“You are not stealing anything,” Maria scowls. 

“Sure we aren’t,” Bucky says easily. 

“You stole my heart,” Sharon sing-songs, knowing damn well it’s going to make Maria barf. 

“Aw babe...” Bucky says, holding her hand. Natasha fake-retches. 

“I hate you both,” she declares. “And I won’t be there for your actual wedding.” 

“You made us tell people we had a wedding on a beach, were you assuming that you were getting an invitation?” Bucky asks. 

Sharon snickers, getting the last of her bags out into the car. 

“Where to now?” she asks him. 

“I think that there are some apartments we can look at...” 

- 

“We’ve made a collective monster,” Maria decides, blinking. “We Frankensteined this.” 

“We did,” Natasha says, staring at the house. There are still little bits of glass. An unfortunately busted can of beans where someone had been knocked out and they had “conveniently” forgotten to clean it up from yesterday. 

Well. Sharon and Bucky are going to cause havoc on the world. Maria and Natasha just hope they can cover the other while doing so. 

[ticklikeabomb]

One-shot : Interview with the Avengers

Pairing : Avengers x Plus Size Fem Reader

Warnings : language, innuendos, dirty jokes

Word Count : 2.2k

A/N : Here we go for another clumsy reader story :)

Today was the day. It was either a win or a complete disaster. You worked for S.H.I.E.L.D as an operative but quickly proved your marks at being one of the best Agents of the agency. You didn't have much friends at work except for Sharon Carter also known as Agent 13. You both hit it off probably because she was always around to have your back. Not when facing a specific danger but because you were a hell of a mess, clumsy. Just like the greek god Epimetheus you had the tendency to do or say things before thinking about them and it was bad. One day, finishing later that night, you walked by Nick Fury's office and saw him play with an orange cat. Without thinking you mumbled "Oh so Nick Fury likes pussies" and of course having his open ajar he heard you. Mortified you ran as fast as you could back home, hoping not getting fired. The following day he kept eyeing you while you would make yourself as tiny as you could. 

"Agent Y/L/N ! ", he called, making you jump on your  and cover your clothes with warm coffee. "Fucking sh-", you whisper yelled while cleaning the spot on your blouse. "Now Miss Y/L/N !", he called back and motioned you to his office. He went behind his desk about to take a sit when he saw the coffee spot on your blouse and gave you a hard look. "Small incident Sir, I will handle it as soon as we're over." "Good." He began explaining your work parkour and felt your hands tremble, thinking he would fire you. "That's why I scheduled a meeting with the Avengers. They will interview you and see if you're a fit to the team", he finished. You looked at him with a numb, frozen kind of way and he cleared his throat and you finally reacted. "I'm sorry I lost you at 'but you'. I'm pained that my work doesn't prouve being efficient but I can understand if you would like to fire me, I mean it's a life or death kinda job, so." 

"Wait. I never said I would fire you at the contrary, you are expected at the Avengers compound where they will interview you and see if you'll join their team." You blinked a couple of times after hearing what he just said cracked up laughing. You laughed loudly to the point of having tears form in your eyes but quickly calmed yourself seeing his hard and firm expression. "Oh you're not kidding", you whispered. "Do I look like the type of person who jokes around?" 

"I don't know, no one is immune to laughter and besides after seeing you all fluffy with that cat the other night", you saw his eye widened and quickly rambled. " - I mean, ehm, hhhkrrm, I no cat, eh, yeah hey you got a new jacket looks sleek? Is it real leather because if it is that's animal cruelty. Not that you would tolerate that kind of behavior. Please can you just kill me right now and make it stop?" "Agent Y/L/N for someone who has the ability to speak all languages existent in the universe you surely are not good with words and communication." You smiled shyly and responded, "Yeah I know irony right." "Anyway, next Tuesday 2 pm at the Avengers compound. Don't be late." "Yes of course, I will be there and give it my best without verbally escalating." He sighed before dismissing you. 

"Yo Steve wait up", called Sam out of breath. Steve chuckled and turned around seeing Sam struggle. "And you have the nerve to call me old man hein", commented Steve with a smug smile. They were reaching the compounds entry when they spotted a magnificent plus size woman waiting sitting at one of the sofas. She was attentively eying a man across the shipping section and they saw her stand up. "Je ne ferrai pas ça si j'étais toi" (I wouldn't do that if I were you), she told the man. "Je ne vois pas de quoi vous parlez?" (I don't know what you're talking about), he replied. "Corriges moi si je me trompes mais tu étais sur le point de voler ce prototype du bouclier de Captain America et le truc c'est que s'il t'attrapes, il te bottera tellement fort le cul que t'aura des hémorroides précoce. Tu peux compter sur moi pour ne pas me mettre en travers son chemin." (Correct me if I'm wrong but you were about to steal one of Captain America's shield prototype and the thing is that if he catches you, he will kick your ass so hard you will get early hemorrhoids. You could count on me to not stop him from doing so.) "De quoi je me mèle, occupe toi de ton gros cul salope" (Mind your own damn fat ass, bitch), he said. You sighted and before Steve could intervene, you punched the guy effortlessly. "Awnn désolé ma main a glissée" (Awnn sorry my hand slipped). The two Avengers looked at you in awe go back to your sit, a wide smirk plastered on their faces. The guy in question was standing up and crashed against Steve's hard chest. When he looked up, the Captain gave him a furious look before handing him over to a security guard. "Come on Steve we'll be late for the meeting", commented Sam. 

"Agent Y/L/N, they're ready to receive you", said the receptionist and indicated you the floor to stop on. In the elevator you went over the basics : "Ok think before speaking. Don't say anything inappropriate. Stay focus, try to impress them while being humble and for fucks sake don't say anything stupid." Just as you finished, the doors opened and you marched to the meeting room. Nick Fury saw you outside and indicated you to enter. You did as such, straightening your clothes and posture and greeted everyone after Fury's brief introduction. "Hello I'm Agent Y/L/N but you can call me Y/N, which is totally irrelevant since I was already introduced", you giggled nervously and mentally cursed yourself. You took place and let out a shaky breath before smiling at them. You saw Sam and Steve mumble something between them but didn't payed further attention. "So Y/N, your file and missions are quiet impressive. Care to tell us a little about some of them. Your favorite mission? The troubles you faced and yadda yadda yadda", exclaimed Tony shaking his hands. 

"Sure can. I don't know if I deserve what seemed to be that credit you just subtly gave me. The missions are more of a team work really, I just follow the lead and try to do my best giving the situation at hand", you patted yourself for such a professional answer. He shook his head before declaring, "So you're boring." Your eyes widened, "Excuse me?" "Tony !", remarked Steve though greeted teeth. The billionaire dismissed the Captains stare and smirk at you. "I said you seem like the boring type of person and we don't think that would mix well with the team’s dynamic." You laughed and declared, "Oh if there's a word that doesn't describe me is boring. In fact I'm pretty sure the boring one in this audience must be you, you know speaking about maths and engineering and what not all the time. Do people actually understand you in a regular basis?" Your answer picked his curiosity and made the others chuckle. "Agent Y/L/N", called you out Fury. You noticed how inappropriate your words sounded and immediately apologized. "I'm sorry that was way out of line." "Don't apologize dear I'm curious. Tell me about your youth. Do you have any specific talent?." 

You cleared your throat and began to explain what was your youth like. "Pretty basic : parents never home, always working, deeply proud of the prodigy son who followed their traces and that's pretty it. Concerning talents, my greatest talent is making people laugh without my consent by constantly embarrassing myself. "

Your answer made some of them laugh. "What about high school?", asked  Natasha. "The language classes were always my favorite, not good in math, sports not really my cup of tea but I did like some sports. Football and by football I mean what you call soccer because that's (football) the sports real name ! And I was pretty good at handjob…HANDBALL, I mean HANDBALL !!!!", you panicky tried to rectify yourself. You closed your eyes in embarrassment while the room filled with laughter. You giggled nervously and said, "See talent, I'm just the best in that." 

"I take back my boring comment, you convinced me", chuckled Tony. They kept interrogating you and you slayed the answers, somehow. "what about movies?", asked Sam. You frowned not really sure why that would matter but answered anyway. "My favorite movie is (Y/F/M). I love it beyond everything. There are still some classics that I have to watch, other that I started and never really finished, like for example Monty Python and the Gloryhole." Members of the team cracked up and you looked at them confused, just as confused as Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Vision and Thor. "I didn't know Monty Python and the Holy Grail had so much impact", you mumbled. And that made them lose it even more. "Oh dear, probably because you said Monty Python and the Gloryhole", explained Pepper. "I didn't say that did I?", You looked at them horrified and they nodded. "What's a Gloryhole?", asked Bucky perplexed. You cleared your throat and replied, "Ehm it's something, ehm how should I formulate this the most neutral way. Basically a hole in a bathroom, generally at clubs or bars where…good God someone help please", you begged. "It's a hole where guys sticks their dicks out to get it sucked by the person on the other side of the wall", stated Sam. You blinked a few times, warmth burning your body and nodded, slightly amused at the super soldiers disgusted faces. "Why would anyone do that???", exclaimed Steve. "People let me remind you the purpose of this interview which as I was expecting escalated real quickly", he said and his gaze landed at you. "I thought it was a good idea for Agent Y/L/N to join the team even if I let out one of the most vital aspects of her personality which is being really clumsy in the communication department all the time. Considering this aspect I'm afraid I was wrong and Agent Y/L/N will continue working as an operative at S.H.I.E.L.D." 

'Fuck', you thought. Sure you were sometimes a mess but you were really looking forwards for that chance. You stood up and looked at them. "I'm sorry I wasted your precious time. Director Fury, I will see you tomorrow at the office. If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go now and wish you all a good day." With that you left the room, shame and embarrassment written all over your features. After you left, with a smug smile  Fury turned towards the team and asked "What do you think?" "Oh I like her", stated Tony with big eyes. "She is quite entertaining", shouted Thor. "She can punch a guy", commented Sam and asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to show them what happened at the hall. "Another thing I forgot to mention and that isn't stated in her file, she understands and speaks all the languages known in the universe, which would provide a real advantage during missions", told Nick. "She's by far the best candidate we had the opportunity to see today", added Vision. "I agree", the others commented. "It's settled then", said Fury and stood up. "Oh and please no more stories about Gloryholes", he said before leaving the room laughing. 

The next day the Director called you at his office. "Y/N you're fired" "Oh that was …fast and direct", you replied. "Pack your things as soon as possible, Stark's chauffeur will wait for you at your appartement." You nodded and let your head down before his words hit you. "Wait why would Tony Stark's chauffeur wait for me?" "Because you're the team's new member. Welcome to the Avengers, Epimetheus", he declared. "Wait for real?", your eyes shone brightly and you jump on his arms happily. "Thank you Sir, I will not let you down." "I would appreciate you would right now", he commented and you gasped. "Oh sorry didn't mean to you know." "Yeah yeah I know. Oh and for the record Agent Y/L/N, I do love some pussy." You sighed and blinked your eyes in a mix of confusion and humor. "O-k-ay, I didn't really need to know that but ok. I'm gonna go cause you know, Imma bout to join the real game so bye homie. I mean Sir. Goodby Sir." "Just go before I change my mind", he stated and you laughed. When you were out, he shook his head and let out a chuckle. "These Millenials are crazy Motherfuckers." 

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Legacy Part- 24

Pairing: Carter! reader x ?????

Summary:  Everyone knows Peggy Carter is a force to be reckoned with, who could have guessed her granddaughter would hold the same ferocity, if not more.This story follows y/n Carter’s life as she faces the obstacles life pitches her.

A/N: I try to do as much research about Alzheimer’s to get everything as accurate as I can, so if there is something that seems incorrect I am so sorry I hope I don’t offend anyone if anything is incorrect

A/N: So maybe the website I used was wrong but when I looked up Peggy’s brother it showed that Sharon is also his great niece, that didn’t make sense to me because wouldn’t he be her grandfather? So I decided to create a sister for Peggy, Delores “Dot” Louise Carter and she will be Sharon’s grandmother.

Warnings: Angst, talk of Alzheimer’s and forgetfulness caused by it

Story assisted by @welldonebeca proofread by @hermionie-is-my-queen and thank you to @sarahp879 for helping me figure out the correct accent to use 

You were able to convince Nick to let Darcy take a short leave after some persuasion, and your younger friend had just joined you for dinner with your grandmother. 

“How has everything been going since I’ve been gone?” Darcy looked up at you as she chopped the last of the vegetables.

“It’s been ok,” you grabbed some dishes from the cabinet above you. “Grandma hasn’t been forgetting things as often and when she does, it’s usually the little things, and occasionally she calls me by mom’s name. That’s always a little difficult.“ You walked to the table, mindlessly setting it. “I just try to go with it as much as possible, the last thing I’d want to do is upset her about it.”

Darcy opened her mouth, ready to answer when your grandmother walked in. 

“Dot, is dinner almost ready?” She seemed to stop in her place once she saw you and Darcy. “Oh, hello. I’m sorry I didn’t know we had a guest.”

It took you a second to figure out who Dot was and when it hit you, you felt an immense pain in your chest. She thought you were her sister Dolores. 

“I’m sorry I forgot to tell you, this is my American friend Darcy,” you said, trying to keep your best South London accent. “I met her when I was in New York. She and her family were in the area so I invited her for dinner.”

Darcy looked at you for a second and you saw the sadness in her eyes as she furrowed her brows  before putting on a calm expression.

“Hi, it’s so good to meet you,” She tried to sound cheerful, but you could make out a hint of hurt behind it. “Dot has told me so much about you.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you as well, Darcy.” You saw a look of joy from just meeting your friend. “Please have a seat, I’ll get you a drink. How are you liking London?”

“It’s wonderful, it’s a nice change from New York.”

That was how the rest of your dinner continued. You acted as if you were your great aunt Dolores to appease your grandmother’s  current state of mind, and Darcy just went along with it, you wish she never had to be apart of that.

“Should we talk about what just happened?” Darcy questioned you when you were alone, handing you the dirty dishes. 

"We can talk about it once we leave.”

The situation was normal for you but she’d never experienced anything like that before. Once everything was cleaned the two of you joined your grandmother in the living room. You wanted to be careful in case she wasn’t back to herself just yet. 

“Grandma?" 

She looked up from the book she was reading. 

You smiled at her when you saw the look of recognition on her face. 

"Darcy and I are gonna get going and let you get some sleep.” You each walked up to her, gave her a hug and said your goodbyes before leaving to go back to your apartment.

The car ride was very quiet and once you were home Darcy let out a deep breath.

“That was intense, I don’t know how you can deal with that. It hurt that she didn’t recognize me, I can’t imagine what you must be going through.”

You dropped onto your couch and put your feet up. 

“Honestly, it’s really hard, and it hurts so much, but I can’t make this about me. When my parents died she dropped everything to take care of me, and now it’s my turn to take care of her. If that means going along with acting like whoever she thinks I am, then so be it.”

She sat next to you and pulled you into a hug. 

“If you ever need anything you call me and I’ll be here. Always.”

You were grateful to have her as a friend but most importantly as a sister.

The rest of the week went by in the blink of an eye. Darcy had to get back to her base and you returned to work. Phil had been avoiding you all day and you weren’t sure why, but you managed to corner him in his office.

You cross your arms and stare him down.

 "Alright Phil what’s your deal.“

"I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” He averted his eyes, looking everywhere but at you. 

“Oh don’t play dumb with me, I know you’ve been avoiding me so just tell me now because you know I’ll find out one way or another." 

You could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest and see the sweat dripping down his face. You heard him mumble something, he may have thought you didn’t hear him but you did and you were beyond mad. 

You marched into the training room, in the far corner you saw her sparring with two other rookies. You made your way to them and gave the two rookies a look that told them to get the hell out of your sight. They both stopped what they were doing and ran out.

"You really can’t let me have anything to myself can you Sharon. Everything I have, everything I do you need to take for yourself.”

“Excuse me but-” she started talking before you interrupted her.

“No. I talk you listen. Why are you even here? You showed no interest in SHIELD until you heard I wanted to take part in it. This is my family’s legacy, and you. You’re not even a Carter. You took the name because all you cared about was where that name would get you.” You may have been a bit harsh but you didn’t care. You’ve put up with her long enough. “Your grandma Delores Louise Carter married Richard Elsner. Your mother married Christopher Miller, you gave up your last name and took mine, just like you took everything else. Do you really think you belong here?" 

You turned around and started to walk away when you sensed she was gonna go in for a punch. You turned around and blocked it, grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. You turned, wrapped your arm around her neck and flipped her over your shoulder. You pinned her down. She struggled but you didn’t budge.

"Don’t mess with me, because I promise you’ll regret it.”

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