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acciopietro · 2 years ago

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I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN YOU OPENED REQUESTS!!! any chance you could write a pietro fic where reader is an avenger and in a battle one of the bad guys has some illusion power and makes them think she died and pietro loses his shniz, but she takes the bad guy out and they find out she’s just injured and pietro is all over her.

at the end of the day - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader

summary: a mission goes haywire, and pietro is sure you’ve left him.

word count: 3343

tw: violence, mention of death, blood, and severe injuries

a/n: hi!!! thanks for the request! hope this did your idea justice :)

BEFORE ANY AND EVERY MISSION, Pietro Maximoff had a script. Ever since the battle against Ultron in Sokovia when the team had almost lost Pietro, he took it upon himself to make sure it’d never happen to any other members; in other words, you.

“Be selfish,” he’d tell you, in a small, secluded corner of the Quinjet where he’d dust off your shoulders and let his hands linger. “Don’t sacrifice yourself for anything. At the end of the day, you come first, yes?”

“Yeah, okay,” you roll your eyes, knowing you would do no such thing. “You too.”

Pietro would purse his lips, giving a slow, unconvincing nod and averting his eyes down whilst lowering his hands back down to his sides. He’d stand there before you, silent, and you’d stand there, watching him, waiting.

Something about this specific mission, however, was different. Pietro gave his speech as always, however, this time his jaw was clenched, his hands fidgeting at his sides. The ‘bad guy’, like Peter Parker often referred to him as, had something they hadn’t gone up against before; it was like he could manipulate their senses, make them see things that weren’t there, make them doubt their reality.

Wanda could do such things, which eased Pietro’s nerves a bit, however, the foe the group was up against had a level of power that he was unsure if Wanda could match. She had only just begun using her power for good, and he wasn’t sure if she could control it so well. And it wasn’t like he was much help, either— all he could do was run around and hope to god that the other guy would pass out from a quick punch on the jaw.

The ride on the Quinjet felt like it lasted forever; Pietro, after racing to snag Peter Parker’s usual seat beside you, had had his legs positioned where his knee was touching yours for practically the whole flight; neither of you had bothered to move or mention it. The one measly hour it took to fly out to where your foe was located felt like a million, but it seemed to feel less scary when you were so preoccupied with Pietro’s presence beside you.

“You okay?” he murmured when it was time to get off the Quinjet. You hummed and nodded.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Are you?”

He bit the inside of his cheek. “Yeah.”

You didn’t believe him, but you didn’t push him further. He was nervous, you could tell that much, whether it be based on the way he shifted his weight from foot to foot or the way he kept repeatedly pressing on his knuckles as though to crack them again and again.

Just before the team left the Quinjet, Steve Rogers gave one of his infamous speeches that you didn’t bother paying attention to, too busy fiddling with the lining of your suit and the adjustment of your gloves. When he finished, and the group of you descended from the aircraft, you kept your eyes off of Pietro (knowing he’d distract you) and tried your best to focus on the matter at hand.

The man (if he was even that) the team was up against had been found to have distant ties with H.Y.D.R.A., loosely related to the Red Skull. According to Tony, he had hopes of gaining power and taking over New York at first, then the East Coast, followed by the nation. Tony had said it would be better to nip it in the bud now rather than waiting for a larger threat.

His headquarters was dark and damp, the air reeking of wet moss and rotten corpses. It was like a dungeon, you thought; all you needed was a magic mirror and you’d think this was a fantasy novel. Pietro stayed relatively close to you whether you liked it or not, and the feeling of his eyes on you never faded as you delved deeper into the building.

“Not here, huh,” Tony had observed, glancing around, the swish of his Iron Man suit echoing throughout the damp basement. His eyes trailed down the tunnels that split off the main room, trailing down into quiet darkness. “Okay, we’ll split up. Rhodey and I go one way, Cap and Wilson over there... Nat, Wanda, and Barton, Thor and Banner, and then... L/N and Speedy over there.”

Pietro and you traded glances. Tony turned to Steve.

“Is it a good idea to put them together?” he asked dryly. Steve shrugged.

“Eyes on the mission,” was all he said to the pair of you, staring specifically at Pietro, who lifted his hands up in defense and feverishly nodded his head. Steve nodded and turned to Sam Wilson, jerking his head to his left; off the two of them went.

Wanda came over to Pietro, brushing your shoulder comfortingly with her palm before muttering something in Sokovian to Pietro. He replied in his native tongue before pulling her in for a quick hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“See you, Y/N,” she bid you goodbye. You pursed your lips in a smile and waved. Pietro sighed, facing you.

“Let’s go, then,” Pietro said, his arm brushing yours as he led the pair of you down one of the tunnels. You spared one glance at the main room, watching everyone split up, before you bit the inside of your cheek and followed Pietro into the tunnel.

---

PIETRO DIDN’T FEEL RIGHT. SOMETHING inside of his chest was tightening, flipping, and it certainly wasn’t the same as the butterflies he was feeling earlier. On the jet, his stomach had been fluttering and turning, but he knew that was because of the way his knee rested against yours. The way you held eye contact for just a second longer than usual, your e/c eyes wide. That was a very different nervousness. The one he felt currently was, perhaps, his intuition warning him. Or maybe it was just the smell of the wet tunnels making him sick.

“Should we turn back?” you asked warily, stopping and staring down at the endless darkness of the tunnel. You held up the end of your flashlight, the light fading into the black. “We’ve been walking for so long and haven’t found anything.”

“Don’t know,” Pietro said unsurely, squinting into the abyss ahead. “Maybe something is further up. See, look —what is that, a light? Something’s flashing.”

“I don’t see anything,” you said from behind him, lowering your flashlight. “Pietro, I have a really bad feeling about this.”

“So do I,” he admitted, glancing down at you, watching as you fidgeted with the flashlight. Sighing, he ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, scratching at his scalp before placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing his thumb into your collarbone. He felt you shiver. “But we gotta keep going, okay? Stark’ll be pissed if he finds out we bailed.”

“I’m not saying we bail,” you clarified, your darkened blush hidden by the darkness. “Just saying it seems fruitless.”

“If nothing comes up in the next hour, we’ll go back, all right?”

You pouted. “Fine.”

The pair of you kept walking; Pietro tried to keep his mind on the matter at hand, trying his very best to ignore the goosebumps he kept getting every time your hand brushed his. At one point, the back of his hand accidentally brushed your thigh, and he purposefully picked up his pace so as to make it seem like it never happened.

The light at the end of the tunnel got slightly brighter, giving him a sliver of confidence that maybe the pair of you would find something. Pursing his lips, he grabbed your arm suddenly and said, “I’m gonna speed us down there. Hold on.”

He looped his arm around your torso and picked you up before racing down the tunnel towards the light; it was blinking, he realized, as you two got closer. His hands tightened around your torso as he slowed down, letting his fingers linger on your waist just as he let you down.

“What is it?” you wondered as Pietro ran his hands over the side of the tunnel.

The light was coming from the bottom, as though there was a hidden door and the light came from the crack at the bottom. Pietro let his hands find a divot in the metal walls, and when he pulled, he felt the wall come loose. He grinned at you, smirking. “Bingo.”

You were still frowning, however, now he could see the clear red tint on your cheeks. You huffed and gestured your hands as though for him to enter through the passage first, glancing up at him through your lashes. The butterflies in his stomach flapping their wings, he rolled his eyes and complied.

The room, he saw, was what looked like a laboratory back in Sokovia when he and Wanda volunteered at HYDRA. He stepped in, lips parted and brows furrowed at the sight of the place. Just as he entered the room entirely, however, he felt the door slam behind him, and then watched with panicked eyes as the lines of the door disappeared entirely as though they were never there at all.

“PIETRO?” he heard you scream from the other side, followed by the banging of fists on the wall. He shouted your name out, dragging his hands along the wall to try and find that divot again; to no avail. “Pietro, there’s— there’s something in here!”

“I’m coming!” he yelled, banging on the now blank wall. “Don’t move, I’m— I’m trying to get through!”

“Pietro, help! Quickly!” he heard you shout, your voice cracking with terror. “Please, it’s— I don’t know what it is!”

His heart had dropped, a sick feeling of dread flooding up through his chest and stomach as he brought all his force to the door with the weight of his shoulder, throwing himself at the wall to try and break through. He could hear you bawling, fists still slamming against the wall.

You screamed for him again, gasping with each breath, the banging of yours fists fading. You then, all at once, fell quiet; he could hear your staggered breaths, tiny whimpers escaping your lips.

“Y/N?” he called. “What’s happening?”

“It’s right in front of me,” he heard you whisper. “Please, Pietro...!"

Tears had escaped his eyes now, his breathing becoming uneven as he heard a screech from something unfamiliar followed by a cry from you. He shouted for you, jogging backwards before putting all his force into a running start to crash against the wall. Just as he collided with the wall, it popped open, and he tumbled through, rolling onto the wet floor of the tunnel.

Lifting himself off, he wiped off his hands, the light from the open door letting him see the red stains his hands had left on the blue-silver of his suit. Panicked, he scrambled to his feet and glanced around before his eyes landed on none other than you, shaking, curled up against the wall, your entire front covered in your own blood.

“Y/N,” he gasped, falling to his knees and wiping the hair out from in front of your eyes. “No, no, I— I tried to get to you, I couldn’t—”

“Pietro—” you started to cough, blood spilling from your tongue and coating your plump lips. “Where— where were you?”

Your voice was wobbly, your face pale and your skin cold. You couldn’t meet his eyes, e/c irises blankly staring off.

“I— the door, it— it closed behind me, I didn’t know—”

“It got me,” you sputtered, more blood spilling from between your lips. You wiped them off with your sleeve. “It got me, Piet.”

“No, no, you’re gonna be fine,” he tried to reassure you, salty tears streaming down his face. He cupped your cheek, wiping the blood from your skin; you closed your eyes and leant into his touch before slowly lowering your legs from where they were curled up.

Your chest and stomach were littered with five large curved gashes; your face was left unscathed with the exception of the blood that was smeared around your lips. You coughed again, shaking. Your eyes were fluttering as though you were struggling to keep them open, pupils dilated and lower lip trembling.

“Nu, nu, rămâi cu mine!” he panicked, the Sokovian slipping from his lips without realizing it. “Don’t close your eyes, okay? I’m gonna — I’m gonna get you out of here—!”

“I don’t wanna die,” he heard you say helplessly, staring off. “I’m so scared, Piet, I don’t— I don’t like this—”

“Just stay with me, okay? You’re gonna be fine, I got you, please don’t—”

Tears pouring from his bloodshot eyes, his hair tousled so wildly about his head that it was practically standing upright, he pulled you in closer. You were barely moving, your limbs limp at your sides. “I’m scared, I’m so scared, it hurts so bad—”

“No, no! Y/N, please, just hang in there for me, okay?” Pietro panicked as he watched your eyes flutter back. He grabbed your shoulder, shaking you, before cupping both cheeks and holding you tight. “C’mon, no, don’t do this! Y/N, please, stay with me, stay with me...!”

You didn’t move again, lips parted, eyes closed. You continued to bleed, the red staining his forearms. He let out a cry of anguish, holding you close to his chest, muttering your name.

“HELP!” he shouted out, wanting none other but to run for help but knowing he could never leave you here. His voice echoed down the tunnel fruitlessly, faded into nothingness. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing the last of you in. “No, no, no, no..."

Suddenly, a hand on his shoulder made him jolt up, his head snapping up. It was Wanda, her brow furrowed and her face worried. Behind her was Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff, both with bewildered faces.

“What?” Pietro breathed, still shaking. He turned his head to see you, except with open eyes and a blood-free chest. “I— Y/N?”

“What happened?” you asked him carefully. “Are you okay?”

“You’re— you’re okay?” he breathed, before he flung his arms around you and pulled you flush against him. “O Doamne. Slavă Domnului. Te iubesc aşa de mult.”

You wrapped your arms equally tight around him, cradling his trembling body close to you; you locked eyes with Wanda, who stood behind him, trading perplexed expressions.

“Pietro,” Wanda asked him softly when he refused to let go of you. “What happened?”

“You froze when you opened that door,” you told him carefully. “It was like you blacked out with your eyes open. And then you fell to your knees, and I... what did you see?”

“Something... something got you,” he muttered, wiping at his face and peeling away from you. He kept his hand on your hand, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles as though to remind himself that you were here, breathing, heart-pumping. “Clawed through you, and... I couldn’t save you. You were bleeding, everywhere, it was... it was...O doamne...”

He trailed off, clenching his jaw and wiping at his face again.

“I’m here,” you told him. He shifted his gaze to you, icy blue eyes melting into yours, pupils blown out wide and tears dripping off of his long lashes. His cheeks were flushed, but his eyes refused to leave you. Your chest flipped and you squeezed your hand around his. "Nothing’s happened to me.”

“Okay,” he said quietly. “I could have... I could have sworn it was real.”

You said nothing, only letting him lean himself closer into you. He glanced down at his hands, calloused, pale palms sharply contrasting from your smaller, softer ones.

“There was so much blood. I thought I lost you,” he mumbled. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Wanda, Nat, and Steve take a few steps as though to give the pair of you privacy.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy,” you offered a small smile, your voice lightening in an attempt to soften your tone. He pursed his lips, and you, impulsively, lifted a hand to cup his face, wiping the apple of his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “Oh, Piet... I’m okay. I’m not gonna leave you.”

He gazed over at you, eyes glazed over and cheeks still a pinky-red as you brushed the hair out of his eyes. Brows tilted upwards, he found himself getting entirely lost on your features, the curves and creases of your skin, the slope of your nose, the color of your cupid’s bow.

“Nu puteam trăi fără tine,” he muttered. Wanda made a small noise from behind the pair of you, and you turned to see her quickly drag Nat and Steve away from the scene, hiding in a darker corner out of view. You furrowed your brows but turned back to Pietro.

“What’d you say?” you asked. He swallowed, eyes flickered down at your lips. Your heart leapt.

“I— it’s—” he took a wobbly breath. “It’s not important. Let’s just get the hell out of here.”

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THE RIDE HOME WAS QUIET. Tony and Rhodey had, in fact, found the foe you all were in search of. All of the tunnels ended up conjoining in another room, all leading to the same place, and Tony had managed to shoot the guy down while he was distracted, the same time he was busy messing with Pietro’s mind.

The boy hadn’t left you since the tunnel. Always keeping at least one hand on you, his shaky breathing had yet to cease, the speed of his heart never slowing. Your tangible presence had helped, but their were occasions during the flight where he’d attempt to sleep, only to jolt himself awake with a terror-stricken gasp; his eyes would snap open and he’d instantly grab ahold of your wrist or hand, fingers digging into the dough of your skin to remind himself that you were there.

He held your hand whilst the pair of you descended from the jet and walked towards the compound. He let Wanda hug him for a moment, let her coddle him, before he retreated back towards you. Pietro had never got like this before, you thought to yourself... he was never so touchy, never so frantic to make sure you were by his side.

“Pietro,” you spoke up once you reached your bathroom. “I need to shower. Are you gonna be okay?”

He nodded his head, slipping his hand from yours and shoving it into his pocket. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just be... showering, too.”

“All right,” you smiled at him and nudged his shoulder. “You sure? You look a little spacey.”

“I am,” he admitted. “Just... happy you’re here. Trying to appreciate it.”

“You don’t have to appreciate it,” you laughed. “I’m not leaving anytime soon.”

“Hey, I love you, y’know?” he said again, just as you moved to turn around. You turned bright scarlet at the casualness of his voice, but at the sight of his own red cheeks, you loosened up.

“I love you, too, y’know?” you replied, smiling sweetly. He pursed his lips into a small smile, blue eyes glittering. You hummed contently before turning around, putting your hand on the door knob.

You heard him click his tongue before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in tightly. You sharply inhaled and said nothing, eyes flickering around his face for a millisecond before he swooped down and pressed his mouth against yours. His lips were soft on yours, molding against you so well you were sure you’d be able to stay kissing him for the entire night.

Right as you let yourself melt into him, he pulled away, practically jumping back. Bright red, he stammered out, “I am so sorry. I’m sorry, I— I should’ve asked, I didn’t—”

“Pietro—”

“I’m just gonna go. I’m sorry I did that. It was totally uncalled for and I understand if you—”

“Pietro! Stop talking,” you interrupted, grabbing him by the collar of his suit. You pressed a speedy peck to his lips, to which he almost instantaneously leaned into, his arm lifting to rest onto your waist. “Can we finish this after I shower?”

He froze for a moment, blinking, before he let himself grin. “Yeah, okay.”

---

translation:

“Nu, nu, rămâi cu mine!” - No, no, stay with me!

“O Doamne. Slavă Domnului. Te iubesc aşa de mult.” - Oh my god. Thank god. I love you so much.

“Nu puteam trăi fără tine.” - I couldn’t live without you.

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a/n: i’m sorry i hate this. not my best work but i’m not in a good headspace to spend more time writing this i’m sorry IM SORRY.

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wanderingalien142 · 3 years ago

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Sleeping Soundly

Zemo x Reader

Summary: On a mission with Sam, Bucky, and Zemo the group is one bed short. Zemo and you draw the short straws and have to share a bed.

Word Count: 1786

Warnings: Mention of Zemo’s dead son... fluff... let me know if I missed anything

Side Notes: I intended to make this around 700 words... idk what happened... enjoy! Also please don’t yell if the ‘Sokovian’ (German) is wrong I’m stupid and only know English so blame Google Translate...

Translations: Liebling = Darling

“Ich würde mit einem Dreijährigen schlafen. Ich bin sicher, ich kann eine Woche mit dir überleben.”

“I would sleep with a three year old. I’m sure I can survive a week with you.”

Walking into the hotel lobby Sam, Bucky, and you let Zemo go and book the rooms like normal. Standing back you talked to Sam and Bucky about the mission. You’d be there for about a week if everything went alright, that was unlikely given your track record. Zemo then cleared his throat causing you all to look at him.

“Unfortunately they only have two rooms left.” Zemo started now joining the rest of you. As the host helped another couple who were staying there.

“So? That’s fine we’ll just split the rooms. Bucky can go with Zemo and I’ll go with (y/n).” Sam said thinking it’d be no big deal. Pointing to us respectively as he talked.

“No, hell no.” Bucky started, “I know one of us has to be babysitting him but I will kill him if I need to share a room with him all week.”

“Ok then I’ll go with Zemo and you can share a room with (y/n).” Sam reasoned. Rolling your eyes you looked at Zemo. The boys as you and Zemo called them, would often talk like you two weren’t there. Zemo and you often joked about this and it helped you two to actually get along decently well. You soon bonded over literature and music to the demise of Sam and Bucky. Often having conversations in Sokovian annoying them to no end.

“There is one other problem.” Zemo started now being the center of attention. “One room has two beds but the other only has one king size bed.” He finished. I groaned having an idea of how this would end.

“Well then who’s getting stuck with (y/n)? Cause it sure as hell ain’t me.” Bucky said.

“Well you could at least be nice about it!” You exclaimed, offended but you understood. Zemo looked confused wondering what you were referring to. “One of you two could share a bed with Zemo. Or you two could take the room with one bed.” You suggested.

“Yeah that’s not gonna happen, you get along with Zemo anyway. Bucky and I have both shared a bed with you, it can be Zemo’s turn.” Sam stated. Bucky nodded in agreement and all you could do was roll your eyes.

“May I ask why all the aversion to sharing a bed with you? Surely it can’t be that bad.” Zemo said, still confused as no one explained the situation.

“I don’t know why they’re making such a big deal out of it.” You started, “I sleep restlessly, I pull on the covers and kick apparently.”

“Apparently! One time I tried to kick you and you kicked back with no mercy! I got a bruise on my shin, and you never woke up!” Bucky nearly yelled. You facepalmed knowing he would never let you down. Zemo looked a little surprised, you kicked and bruised a super soldier in your sleep. You had fought Bucky while conscious many times but it was still impressive.

“Oh you’re so dramatic the bruise was gone by the next day!” You tried to reason. You hated how this made you look in front of Zemo, and to the strangers who overheard you.

“Ok how about when you took the blankets from me?” Sam asked.

“I thought you went to get another.” You said quietly now realizing you didn’t know the whole story and afraid of what Sam was about to say.

“Yep, and then you stole that one only to throw it on the ground next to you.” Sam said, sounding almost offended. “I tried to get it back but you kept doing the same thing. I eventually just got a sweater and sweatpants.”

“I’m sorry, believe me I wish I could control it but I’m not conscious.” You said having officially given up on trying to reason with them.

“It doesn’t bother me. I will take the room with (y/n) and the boys can take the other room.” Zemo said very casually while looking at you. He then turned to take the rooms, leaving all of you stunned. And you were grateful that you didn’t have to continue this conversation.

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All of you decided to relax for the night as it had been a long flight. You would meet up in the morning for breakfast and go over everything. You were unpacking with Zemo, hanging up the nicer clothes you had to wear later on for the mission. But the way Zemo agreed to share a bed with you like it was no big deal still bugged you. He had just heard a couple of horror stories of how bad you were.

“Zemo, why did you agree to this?” you asked, finally breaking the silence that had settled between you two. He stopped unpacking and glanced at you with that smirk.

“Why are you so worried about it, liebling?” He asked, “I for one am very excited about being in bed with a lovely lady such as yourself.” He stated, now grinning. Looking down you blushed. Zemo would flirt with you from time to time but you thought nothing of it.

“Ich würde mit einem Dreijährigen schlafen. Ich bin sicher, ich kann eine Woche mit dir überleben.” Zemo continued. You sometimes forgot he had a wife and child, other times his paternal instincts were obvious. You just nodded in response.

A little while later you had both taken a shower and gotten changed into an oversized t-shirt and shorts. Zemo was sitting in the bed with a book wearing a t-shirt and shorts. You instinctively got in at the edge of your side of the bed. Part of you was uncomfortable being in bed with someone else. But mostly you just didn’t want to kick him or steal the blankets.

“Good night Zemo.” You said and turned off your light.

“Good night (y/n).” Zemo replied. Setting down his book he also turned off his light.

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Waking up to the sun hitting your face you slowly opened your eyes. The alarm clock on the side of the bed read 8:13am. You groaned knowing you had to get up and ready to meet the boys for breakfast and officially start your mission. You had an alarm set for 8:15am so you reached over to turn it off to avoid the noise. But felt a weight around your stomach you hadn’t noticed before. You then became glaringly aware of the pressure on your back and legs. Not to mention the steady breathing on your neck.

While sleeping Zemo and you had started to cuddle. He was currently behind you, his torso almost flush with your back, arms around your waist, legs slightly tangled, and face in the crook of your neck. You were now wide awake with immediate panic setting in. How were you going to get out of this situation without waking up Zemo? You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts by the alarm going off. You were frozen. Zemo groaned and reached over you to turn off the alarm.

He then went back to cuddling you! Holding you a little closer now than he had been. Still frozen and unsure of what to do Zemo then mumbled into your shoulder. “Good morning, liebling.” His voice was rough and sexy and it helped absolutely nothing.

“Umm Zemo?” You began.

He mumbled into your shoulder again, “Yes?”

“Can you let go of me?” You asked cautiously. Zemo slowly shifted and began to let go. Not fully but enough to where you could turn around or get out of the bed. The warmth coming off him dulled and part of you missed it. Instead of getting up you turned around to meet his face, which was much closer than you thought it would be. His eyes were closed still, clearly not wanting to wake up.

“Zemo… why are you cuddling me?” You asked wondering if this was an accident. Opening his eyes he looked at you.

“When you were tossing in your sleep you moved to my side of the bed. I went to move you over but you held onto my arm and wouldn’t let go. I eventually fell asleep again holding onto you as you were me. We must have shifted while asleep though because we were laying differently than when we had woken up.” He explained while stretching a little. Meanwhile your eyes were wide with embarrassment and face as red as a strawberry.

“Zemo, I am so sorry. Today I’ll see if we can get another room, something with two beds. That way neither you or the boys have to deal with me.” Apologizing, you began to get out of bed. Hoping that you could forget the whole thing and another room opened up. Also praying that he would say nothing to Sam and Bucky later.

All of a sudden he grabbed your wrist. Looking down he had that smug grin on his face. Oh no. “There’s no need for another room. I did not mind cuddling with you, in fact I believe it may have solved your restlessness.” Zemo said. You looked at him in shock. He sat up and explained further. “After I began to hold you, you stopped kicking. It actually helped me sleep as well.”

You grinned a little while still blushing like a maniac. His words were comforting. “Can we not mention it to Sam or Bucky? They might kill us if they found out we were cuddling. Also that I kicked them repeatedly for no good reason.” You asked.

Sitting up and grinning, Zemo answered, “I won’t say anything until you feel comfortable doing so. But I do hope we can do this when we go to bed tonight. Before you latched on to me you did smack me in the face… twice”

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?” You asked and without thinking grabbed his face in your hands and checked if he was alright. Suddenly realizing what you were doing you blushed even more but before you could move Zemo put his hands over yours.

“I appreciate the concern but I am okay.” He lowered your hands but still held them, “And as much as I would love to lay here with you all day we should get ready lest Sam and Bucky burst into our room.” You nodded in agreement and you both went to get ready.

As the day went on you found you were much more excited to go to bed.

And Zemo found himself flirting much more than he had before.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 2 years ago

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Attack Of The Winter Wolf: The End Of An Alpha

Summary- 9.6k Alpha Steve x Little One. Steve and You have been captured by Brock. Ulysses makes an offer to sell you off, Omega's like you are a rare find. But Brock has something else in mind for Steve and You. Sam is already seeking out the pair and maybe someone else is as well.

Warnings- Brutality and death. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- I have been waiting a long time to get to this point- 2 years? maybe more. I have had this scene in mind since the beginning and I hope I was able to write it the way I pictured it. Thank you to those still reading this series and being so patient. I appreciate everyone who drops comments, reblogs and asks. Thank you @drabblewithfrannybarnes for editing this for me. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics. Much love always 🐺💙

Chapter Eight / Masterlist

“What do you mean we lost them?” Sam yelled out frustrated, the team was down in the tunnels, following Steve and Y/N’s scent, it intermingled with other wolves and Brock’s in a room off one of the tunnels. Natasha picked up traces of it outside of the room, but nothing substantial. She snarled at Sam and he pulled back with a quick apology while the tablet he carried beeped. “Clint found another exit and tire tracks a few miles away. Redwing is scanning the area, picking up traffic patterns and vehicles.”

Natasha and Sam made their way out, the underground bunker being pulled apart by the wolves looking for any clue as to where the packs Alpha and his mate had been taken.

Reaching back to the surface, Natasha bolted off searching for Clint and Sam made his way back to one of the vehicles, Sara laid up in one, freshly bandaged.

“Are you okay?” Sara shifted closer to the edge when she saw her Alpha looking defeated. As soon as he got closer, she wrapped her arms around him and wrinkled her brow in concern. “I felt your anger Sam, Brock got away again. “

“With Steve and Y/N, we have torn that bunker apart Sara. They are not there.” He let his hand rest against her hip, his attention on her thigh, checking to make sure it was bandaged up correctly. “I have everyone out looking for them, even Redwing. They found the escape route and already are looking for other possible underground areas.”

Sara nodded, taking his hand with hers. “Maybe it's time to call Stark again Sam. Also.. good news.” She reached for a bag beside her and unzipped it, showing the asgardian handle of Thor’s blade. “We still have the blade. We can continue cutting off collars binding wolves to Hydra.”

“Well that is good news.” Sam gave a tired sigh. “Damn lucky Steve didn't take that down with him.”

A crackle sounded in his ear. “Sam, Natasha picked up a trail. We are gonna pursue it, going radio silent. As soon as we find something, we will figure out a way to get you on your phone.” Clint informed him. Sam closed his eyes, trying to collect his thoughts. His Wolf stirred in his mind, feeling him mull over what Clint said while attending to his mate, licking at her injured leg.

<Let them go. Natasha has back up with Clint and he will know better then anyone else we have where Brock might go into hiding, the fucking weasel.> He shook his shaggy head as Sara’s Wolf curled at his side.

Sam conceded to his Wolf, if they had the trail it was best to follow it. “Be careful, Redwing should also be overhead your area as well.”

“Sounds good Sam.”

You had dozed for a while close to Steve. He provided a sense of security in this situation, the bond flooded with calm from him. You knew you both were in trouble and might not survive. But in the long moments of the drive, just being close to your mate was enough to let you have some assurance. Every time you woke, Steve was still awake, watching you with crystal clear eyes that constantly met yours. Eyes that you were intimate with, had seen them in all manners of emotions- lust, happiness, anger, sorrow. This one you didn’t want to put a name to though, that would make this too real.

It was when the vehicle started to slope downwards and slow in speed that made you suspect Brock had brought you to another compound. It jerked to a stop and the back opened to flood with light, making both you and Steve wince at the sudden blinding light.

“You son of a bitch, you actually got them.” You heard an amused snarl, and then a pair of hands grasped Steve’s shoulders and dragged him away from you, your Alpha snarling and putting up a fight the whole time. You squealed in protest, trying to twist around in your ties to keep your Alpha in sight. A thud and grunt let you know they dropped him once they pulled him out of the vehicle.

“Collecting Rogers was always on the docket and rather personal for me. This other one, she's a bonus. Don’t worry ‘Mega, we are not leaving you behind.” Brock's voice came, grabbing your ankles and jerking you to the edge. A heavy calloused hand grasped the back of your neck and pulled you to a sit, making you blink rapidly to try to focus your vision after the dizzying way you were jerked around. Your nostrils flared, trying to collect as much information about your surroundings as possible. Nearby Steve was struggling to his knees, trying to sit up but he caught the toe end of Brock's boot to the jaw, sending him sprawling once more. His eyes rolled up when he crashed back into the ground. You saw the burst of blood come from a new cut on his face, making you and your Little Wolf rage.

You snarled behind your gag, but the hand that picked you up was still clasped around the back of your neck squeezed enough to make you yelp in pain and try to wriggle out of the man's hold. Your eyes roved to the side to see who held you captive. A grizzled man you had never seen before checked you out, his face scarred and leathered roughness from a life hard lived, even his scent did not intermingle with other packs. He smelled human, not detecting anything that told you he was a wolf as well. His beard and hair was a dirty gray, his eyes narrow with suspicion and his grin was a cold promise that made you want to pull away from him immediately. You had never seen him before, but you growled in defiance at him, the Little Wolf enraged he had a hand on you. “She bonded to Rogers? If she is, well I would have to find the right buyer but they would pay good for her if she is. She is a pretty little bitch.”

“She is. They bonded a while ago if that mark on her neck is his. But with this bitch, it could be just about anyones. Huh Sweetheart, I remember you well, defiant the whole time Pierce was showing you off.” Brock slipped a collar out of his pocket and leaned down near Steve who was still out of it from the kick to his face. He clicked it around his neck and Brock gave it a tug to make sure it was secure. He waved a hand beckoning armed men to join him. “Bring him to the first cage, it's all set up for him.”

“You should really let me see what my buyers will give me for her.”

“I was gonna buy her off Pierce.” Brock approached you, your glare turning back to him as he dragged a finger down the side of your face. “Remember that Sweetheart? We had a good time didn't we? Till your little defiant ass wouldn't accept my bite.” You wrenched your head away from his touch as much as possible, heaving behind the gag. “You let Steve see you are a real bitch yet? You seem to have him fooled, calling you Little One.” Brock snapped out while slapping his hand against your cheek in a degrading tap. “Pierce couldn't make this bitch submit to anyone, what makes you think you can Ulysses?”

“Omega right? A rare species now. A shifter that can choose to refuse an Alpha. If she chose to bond to Rogers and submit, it was because she and her beast accepted him.” Ulysses continued inspecting you amidst your struggles, if you weren't bound and gagged, you would have attacked him by now. He grabbed a handful of your hair at the back of your head to twist viciously, trying to make you stay still. “Pierce wasn’t looking for the right buyers, he was an amatuer. Nah, there are shifters who will pay good money for an Omega, and a bonded one at that. Makes the game of breaking them that more satisfying. Any Beta will bow to an Alpha that they belong to and are driven to respect those that they don’t belong to, but an Omega, they are defiant. Their loyalty is either earned or beaten into them. Some Alphas like that fight.”

Brock seemed to consider your fate, his eyes going up and down like you were his. “As much as I hate defiant bitches, this one is still useful to me. I'm keeping her. I got some others you can take with you though.” He motioned for the men who had dragged Steve away earlier. “Put her at the other end, I don’t want these two connecting through their bond.”

Ulysses let you go, sighing as he saw you being taken away, muttering. “Gold mine right there getting away.” Brock snapped the back of the vehicle closed.

“Do you want the others or not?”

“Course I do, that's why I came here, isn't it.”

Steve started to come around, this time when he woke up his hands and legs were free from the bindings, but there was a cool bite of metal circling around his neck. He felt it when he swallowed, growing snug around him. His fingers traced around it, looking for a release but there was none to be found. A look around the cage showed he was alone. Steve knew they wouldn't let you stay near him, the Alpha already was calling for his Little Wolf but there was no answer. She was too far away, which meant you were too far away.

But you were still alive, he felt that much in the bond and that alone was keeping him calm. He paced around the cage, searching for any weak spots but it was built to withstand shifters. The Alpha paced in his mind, constantly vigilant.

Steve’s eyes roamed the barrier of the room, inhaling deeply to draw in any scents he could, any information he could gather to help. They haven’t hurt her, we would feel it.

That bit of information didn’t ease Steve or the Alpha. It was only a matter of how long Brock would drag this out before he did something. A click at the door made Steve swing around to see who was entering his cage. Steve growled the second Brock came into view, making the Alpha rumble darkly as well. He paused though, eyeing his captor through the bars. “Where is Y/N?”

“Not in here as you can tell.” A cool smile flashed as others followed in behind him, weapons raised and pointed right at Steve, fingers on the triggers. “Do anything and you really won’t see her again.”

That caused Steve to snarl and lash out. “What have you done with her?”

“Cool it Rogers, you will see her soon enough.” Brock dug out his phone and held it up to show you in an area similar to his, only your’s had some comforts- bed, blankets neatly folded up at the end, a sink. You were pacing the small area, going corner to corner and running your hands over the walls. There was no sound, but Steve could see you pounding your fists on the walls and the tension in your body, you were screaming. Steve studied the photo as much as he was able to before Brock snatched it away, shoving it back into his pocket. “Even gave her some decent accommodations. Even though I shouldn’t since she killed Alanna, I should have known you wouldn’t have killed the bitch.” Steve remained silent. “Ulysses wanted to sell your girl, could have made a pretty profit off her too, guess those Omegas are something special?” Brock shrugged as if he couldn't see it.

Steve felt his gut drop listening to Brock, you had already survived that trauma before, it still haunted you at times. Steve and the Alpha were helpless to do anything in this cage and that guilt made his stomach roll, the Alpha tried taking over, wanting to attack Brock. Steve managed to keep him contained, a hue of yellow in his eyes flashing through and a raging snarl of bared teeth, but then it all drew back.

“Losing control of your Wolf, Rogers? That's not good. You might wanna try harder.” Brock taunted.

Steve drew in a deep breath before speaking again. “Brock don’t do that to her, I know you're not that much of a bastard. She killed Alanna because she was going to attack me. You want to avenge her? Then take it out on me.”

Brock smirked coldy at this, the Alpha pinning his ears back. <Let me rip his throat out.>

Fucking cool it. Right now this is about keeping Y/N safe. Steve snapped back, trying to loosen the metal collar around his neck.

“You are right, not a bastard at all. You will see your mate in a few hours.” Brock moved to leave before turning back to face Steve. “Oh, and good luck trying to remove that, Rogers. It’s made out of vibranium. It’s not quite like what I had on the others or Barnes.”

“What’s that mean?” Steve questioned, but Brock chose this moment to end the conversation, his phone going off. He started walking away while hitting redial, leaving Steve yelling after him. “What the fuck does that mean Rumlow?”

<How did he get the panthers vibranium?> The Alpha questioned as Steve searched the collar once more, at a loss on how to answer.

You sat on the edge of the bed staring at the door. On the outside, you looked cool and calm now, almost unbothered. Inside was a different story, panic had settled into your chest, it was all consuming how much you couldn’t sense anything beyond the panic that caused your heart to slam in your chest and all the worst possible scenarios to play in your mind. You had no idea if Steve was even still alive. The Little Wolf whined at you, trying to get your attention.

No… much worse. Who knows what they are doing to Steve. What if they killed him? Torturing him? Look at what they did to Bucky.

<Y/N, the bond is still there even if we can’t go to them.> The Little Wolf pointed out and you immediately felt that connection once the panic subsided. There was anger, stress and fear from Steve. But there wasn't any pain. You breathed out suddenly realizing that Steve was still with you, you just had to calm down.

“Oh god, what are we going to do?” You muttered out loud. So far you have been left entirely alone for hours. It was getting to be too much, every minute that ticked by becoming unbearable. “Fuck, screw this.” You snarled out and pushed yourself to a stand, going to the door of the room and slamming your fists against the door. “Let me out! Open this fucking door right now!” Your wrists started to hurt while you repeatedly slammed your palms against the door, kicking at it and making threats. It was when it clicked you stepped back, angry tears streaming down your face. The door swung open to Brock waiting on the other side, alone.

You bared your teeth and swung at him with a fist, but he caught your fist aiming for his face and pulled you into a twist, slamming your back to his chest. “Your Alpha wasn’t even this riled up.” He pressed his words against your temple. “I don’t remember you being this ridiculous with Pierce.” His tongue dragged along your jawline and you recoiled, kicking your foot backwards as hard as you could. You luckily caught him in the shin, making him snarl in pain and his grip tightened on you enough to make you yelp. His hand came up to wrench your head to the side so he could see Steve’s bite mark. “I had two bitches with this in my care. Both of you were a pain in my ass too.”

You snarled again, straining your head as far away from Brock as you could, but he constantly invaded closer, his scent rubbing into you where he rubbed his chin against your neck purposely over where Steve had bitten you, his body hard and unyielding against yours making it impossible to escape this assault. It made you want to gag knowing he was scent marking you as his. You were about to take aim again when he wrenched you around to face him, his hand circling your throat, his fingers purposely digging into the one scar that mattered to you. “Keep it up and I will replace that pretty little mark with one of my own.”

The Little Wolf withered, feeling his hands on you and that connection you still shared with Steve must have alarmed your Alpha because you started to hear the faint sound of crashing and roaring, but it was so far away. You tried to break out of Brock’s hold, but he dragged you the opposite way, making you whine the further away you were being taken away from Steve. “What have you done with Steve?” You wheezed out, your hands coming to grasp his wrist in an attempt to loosen his hold.

“Nothing. He was secured just like you were. Your little bitch fit must have set him off..” Brock remarked. You stumbled along with him. “As I promised him, you will be reunited soon.”

<Do you hear that?> The Little Wolf panted out anxiously, all your senses sharpened to hear echoes, yipping, snarls and howls. The air became drenched with the scent of unfamiliar Alphas.

No, nononono. You whined to yourself, last time it was this heavy was when you were trapped on the sales floor, Pierce parading you out for others to decide if they wanted to purchase you. Brock thumped a fist against the steel door and when the lock sprung, he pushed you in to stumble into a pile of people, hands all over you pulling you towards the middle of the room. Wolves snapped at you, feeling their teeth graze you as well as hands grab at you made you panic and claustrophobia blinded your senses. It was like you were being swallowed alive and drowning in it all. You cuffed and kicked at anyone within reach, stunned when you were slammed onto the floor, leaving you gasping as you rolled into a fetal position, trying to protect yourself. It went silent all of the sudden, all you could hear was your heavy panting.

You lifted your head and scrambled to your feet, trying to make sense of what you were looking at. Shifters, all alpha’s surrounded the room, eyes on you. Some were tense, ready to pounce, pacing back and forth, others were eerily still. Your hand instinctively touched Steve’s bite mark, assuring yourself it was still there. Your eyes roved over so many alphas that it was unnatural to see so many in one space. Then your attention was drawn to a parting in the crowd, Brock coming through leisurely. “So the problem with these collars is I don't think they will work on you. Beta’s and most Alpha’s. But not you Omega’s. So… what should I do with you? I can’t use you. Well, not like I can use them.” His hand dropped to a wolf’s head next to him, almost giving what seemed like an affectionate pat.

“Brock… go fuck yourself.” You hissed out in rage at him. “I hope Steve lets me wring your neck.”

“Like you did Alanna? Or did you use the wolf? Satisfying, wasn’t it?” He dropped his hand from the wolf and approached you. You refused to cower, not to him, not to anyone. Your head lifted in defiance and you never broke eye contact. “Did you feel that rush, Y/N? Just imagine what more of that power feels like. No one can touch you.” He snapped his fingers and the alpha’s in the room lowered for him. “You can be completely in charge.”

<Is he trying to recruit us?> The Little Wolf questioned in shock.

Well he can fuck off.

“You are an Omega, far more powerful than any give you credit for.” Brock continued. “I'm a man who knows how to cultivate it. Come on Y/N, aren’t you tired of people telling you what to do?”

“All I want is my mate.”

He pulled in closer and you immediately drew back, as he stalked you towards the alphas, you finally had to let him into your space, violent growls behind you, warning you.

You still refused to lower yourself for him. “Steve’s weak, look how easily I caught you two. See Sweetheart, Steve was always the runt of the pack. Now, I can give you more, Hydra is growing bigger than any of you can guess and I’m bringing in a new time for the Shifters. You are more compassionate than I am, something I’m missing.” His hand came up and grasped your chin, making you look at him. “You can bring me some peace and together…” His lips pressed to yours, your own curling in a grimace as he continued trying to soften you for him. “We will make Wolves something special again.”

You stayed still for a moment, a look of peace and calm. Brock didn't notice the way your hand wound up till it was too late and your hand came across his face sharply, making him hiss as his face swung sideways. “Get your hands off me, mutt. I belong to Steve.”

That made Brock recoil a bit, his features darkening once more at being insulted. “Always loyal to Rogers, that will be your downfall, bitch.” Looking over his shoulder he barked out a command that made the crowd part once more, and this time you saw Steve being pushed into the room.

He saw you at the same time causing him to break the hold they had on him and strided towards you. You darted out of Brock’s reach now that he was distracted and rushed to Steve, your hands moved over his chest to see if he was hurt as he cupped your face. “Did he hurt you? I felt your fear and panic.”

Shaking your head, you clung to him, embracing in the onslaught of energy the reconnected wolves was causing, as well as the bond flooded with both yours and Steve’s feelings. He wrapped his arms around you, enclosing you into the safety of his body as he pressed his nose in the crown of your head, finding his peace for a few seconds before yellow flashing eyes snapped open, honed in on Brock.

“I told you, I wasn’t going to hurt her.” Brock retorted. “She is pretty loyal to you too, I offered her safety with Hydra, the same offer I had made to your first mate. But Y/N simply wasn't having it.”

You rumbled in Steve’s chest while his hand rubbed at your back, Steve ignoring Brock as he focused on you. His nostrils flared at the way he scented Brock against your neck and your face, growling angrily that he dared touch you. “I’m sorry Steve. I couldn't stop him.”

“Hey.” He nudged at you gently, a brush of his mouth to your ear, whispering. “All I can smell is your sweetness Little One, nothing can cover that.”

Brock watched amused at this display of affection between you two. You clinging to Steve and him keeping you enveloped in his hold like he could keep you safe. “So tit for tat.” Brock stated coldly. “You are gonna end her since she won’t join me. Seems fitting right? Kill the love of your life, Rogers.”

Steve pulled you behind him to keep you away from Brock, you in turn spun around to watch his back, snarling a warning at the alphas surrounding the area. You felt Steve’s hand grasping yours and you pushed your hold into his, fingers weaving together to keep in contact with you. “I would never.”

The Alpha nudged at the Little Wolf, raging in Steve’s mind. <Let me out.>

All these Alphas will be on you before we even finish shifting.

Steve’s eyes roamed at the alpha’s coiling at Brock’s feet, the intensity of the room making them start to pant and froth, eyes going wild as they were held in restraint.

It’s not just us- His hold tightened on you, still looking for a way the two of you could break through and get away.

“Steve.” Your tone was calm but Steve felt the panic building in the bond, was it yours or his? It was hard to distinguish right now. “There are so many.”

His teeth bared at Brock who kept taunting. “You know you don’t have enough power here, Steve, the two of you against so many Alphas.” His hand went back to petting at one by his side, the animal pinning his ears back to submit, and much like the others frothing at the mouth to attack. “You also know what I will do to her… There are things worse than death after all.”

You had heard enough of Brock taunting Steve, twisting around ready to attack when Steve grabbed a hold of you to keep you from lunging at him. “Imma kill you myself.” You screamed, trying to push at Steve’s hands on you. “Do what you’re going to do or fuck off.” You snorted, finally letting Steve pull you back against him, but you were bristling in your rage, the Little Wolf struggling to be let free.

“Same deal goes to you ‘Mega. I have no issue turning your Alpha into Hydra’s greatest weapon. Imagine… The White Wolf and The Alpha under Hydra’s order…” Brock hissed in satisfaction. “Two trained howling commando soldiers who know Shield in and out, with a whole league of my alpha’s under them.”

“You don’t have Bucky anymore, Steve broke the collar.” You snapped out, looking for anything that could give you and Steve the upperhand.

“Temporary, as soon as I have your Alpha under control, he can go on the hunt for his pal, especially since you won’t be distracting him anymore. You know your Alpha, will he find the White Wolf for me?”

You felt Steve’s hold waver on you and a glance at him showed the distraught look he had, both of you knowing the answer. If Steve was under the same spell from the collar, nothing would stop him from hunting down Bucky, especially with Hydra’s advanced technology at his disposal. You turned back to Brock without an answer, you didn't have one since you refused to admit he was right. “I tire of this.” Brock muttered to the Alpha he was dragging his hand over. “Ty teper' moye oruzhiye Steve Rogers.” His tone turned commanding, his sneer cold aimed at you.

You felt a bite of pain, coming from Steve as he snarled in surprise, dropping to his knees. The alpha’s all around you started to yip and howl at the excitement. You twisted to your mate, going to your knees in front of him as he doubled over, his forehead pressing to the dusty cement floor, crying out at the feeling.

“Steve! What’s happening?” You tried lifting his head off the ground, but he was so rigid in trying to handle what was happening that you couldn't budge him. “STEVE!”

Steve hadn’t been prepared for the trigger words activating the collar, drilling spikes attached to his neck and the power it radiated combated his free will. Brock didn't lie when he said this one was more powerful, inside the Alpha was withering in pain while the Little Wolf weaved around him, trying to figure out what was causing him pain. Steve could still hear you, feel your hands against his face digging into his jaw, trying to lift him.

He could feel it, starting to lose control of himself, starting to slide over into the mindlessness that the other alphas were under. That also meant you weren't safe, not with him anymore. His eyes lifted, pushing the pain back enough to focus on you. You who was his everything and he couldn’t save you. His hands clenched at yours that were covering his cheeks. “Little One, listen to me. You gotta get out of here. You can’t trust me. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You could feel you and your Little Wolf starting to really panic. “Steve? What does that mean? I will not leave without you.” You whined out, shifting closer to him. “Whatever’s happening, we will figure it out, we always do.”

“I’m sorry, I have to.” You could see his eyes watering and his gaze dropped to your mouth, pressing his mouth to your’s fiercely, it was quick, mere seconds but it was enough for you to know what he was about to do. It made you clutch at him, refusing to accept it as you pleaded with him not to do it, but Steve pushed you away, succumbing to the pain once more with a scream.

“Don’t you dare Steve!” You tried to scramble back to him when it happened, a shatter like your mind splintered, your hands coming to cover your ears as the howling and Brock’s laughter added to the piercing shatter. Your Little Wolf started calling for her Alpha, trying to reconnect with him but the bond was just gone. You couldn’t feel Steve with you anymore, couldn’t feel his pain and regret, his support or love, everything that connected the two of you was ripped apart. “No Steve, please.” You sobbed as you regained some control, seeking him out. “Not this…”

Sorrowed eyes looked at you one last time before they went blank, losing any recognition for you. That scared you, seeing him straighten and look at you without any warmth in them, just cold and calculating, almost inspecting you kneeling at his feet. “S-Steve?” you breathed out, seeking any kind of recognition from him but there was nothing that softened in him towards you, your hand wavered to touch him but he stepped back away from you, a growl rising from Steve warning you off him.

<What is happening to our Alpha?> The Little Wolf cowered, her ears flattened and whining out. <Why can’t I reach him?>

He broke our bond before Brock took control.

“Soldier.” Brock snapped out as you stared up at Steve, trying to control the panic. “Collect that bitch at your feet for me.”

You yelped when Steve’s hand shot down to twist in your hair, half lifting you while you screamed, twisting in his hold and trying to make him let you go. There was no breaking out of Steve’s grip, your body being dragged over to Brock who nudged at you when Steve dropped you in front of him. “Still want to be faithful to Steve? He will do anything I tell him to.” Your Little Wolf pushed once more for control, making your features contort briefly in your rage and fear, before you composed yourself once more.

“Always, I know that isn’t Steve doing this.” You spat at him.

“Then you are in for a world of hurt, Honey.” Brock sneered. “Destroy her, Soldier… make it slow.”

You twisted to try getting away from Steve but he grabbed at the back of your neck this time, digging in enough to make you arch in pain, gasping out as he dragged you to your feet before him. “Steve… Please don’t do this, you wouldn’t ever hurt me.” You struggled in his hold, going to your tiptoes to relieve the pressure. Your Little Wolf curled in on herself and you struggled in Steve’s hold. Everything in you wanted to reach for him, he had been your safety, his touch showed you nothing but love, and now none of that remained in him. Tears were freely streaming down your face as you felt yourself breaking at the loss. “I know this isn’t you, Steve… I love you, I do so much, Alpha.” He flung you into the ground, making you skid roughly against the unforgiving cement, causing you to gasp in pain. Twisting around, you were quick to shift into the Little Wolf, turning on your mate while he advanced on you.

The other alpha’s snapped at you, still being held in place while Steve started to close in on you. You pinned your ears back, slinking away from him while keeping your eyes on him. You could only predict what he would do and when he lunged to grab at your scruff, you darted to the side, barely escaping his grasp. But not his foot, it connected to your side, making you yelp as you went flying into the mass of wolves. Their tension made them break, raging snarls as they bit at you, making you squeal in pain and panic.

“Get off her!” Brock yelled as a silver mass of Steve’s Alpha started ripping other wolves away, the Little Wolf fighting the urge to go to her Alpha. He wasn't your safety, as much as you felt he was. As soon as there was room to move, you darted away from the group of alpha’s but Steve was on top of you, grasping at your scruff and twisting you till you were flashing your weak spots to him. In a last attempt to reach him, you shifted back, your hands burying into his ruff to hold him back. His breath was hot against your face and long fangs were inches from your face. Brock was just out of sight, but you sensed him coming closer. “Should I have him end you now? Or play with you for a while like I let Bucky do to Cassandra?”

You did your best ignoring Brock while you held onto Steve, trying to keep him from mauling you. The Little Wolf was shattered, seeing her mate trying to hurt you. <Tell him it’s okay, that we know he doesn’t have control.>

If he ever comes out of this, he will never forgive himself. You mourned for Steve having to do this, knew that he would blame himself for not protecting you. Your body was already bruised from him, the aches starting to make you stiffen. You searched his eyes, slowly loosening your hold enough so instead you could appreciate the softness of his fur and recall the good you two shared, all those times he showed you he loved you. “Please don’t hate yourself for this Steve, I know you are in there somewhere, we know this isn't your fault.”

Brock’s shoes came closer till he squatted next to Steve, looking down at you. “I was told that a part of them lingers, I don’t know… but I do hope he is witnessing what he is doing to you.” You refused to look at him, keeping your gaze on your snarling Alpha instead. “Soldier, shift back… strangle her, time we got to work on finding out White Wolf.” There was a relief when the Alpha pulled back, your arms falling in relief.

Steve did as he was told, his hands circling your neck, his thumb brushing brutally over his bite mark. You pushed at his chest, trying to dislodge him but it was pointless. His hips pinned against yours to keep you under him, his other hand dragged your hands above your head and you had to submit under him as his hand started to squeeze your neck. “Ste-ve-” you tried one last time before your air was cut off, bucking underneath him. Brock watched with satisfaction as your last bit of air was squeezed from you, your eyes rolling up and your struggles growing weaker. Black spots started to filter in your vision and your lungs burned. Your body struggling to inhale, do anything to drag in air. Your fight started simmering to non existent, your body starting to give in and let go.

Steve was too strong, crushing you underneath him. His brows came together, studying you as you felt your body start to succumb. “This wolf, she smells just like me.” He hesitated, withdrawing his hand a fraction and you choked out as air was able to seep into your lungs once more.

“She was your bitch, your double crossing whore.” Brock snapped out. “And I told you to kill her.”

Your eyes watered and your hands tried pulling from his hold. “No.” You croaked out, trying to wildly catch Steve’s attention again. “Never, I would-” you started coughing again, his fingers gentle on your neck, tracing the bite mark. “-wouldn’t hurt you like that, we were-” your coughs covered your words again, Brock screaming commands to Steve again. You pulled at your hands again and he had his hold loose enough so you could pull one free, shooting to trace at the juncture on his neck and shoulder, pressing lightly. “This is where you asked me to bite you when we bonded.” You wheezed out, his hand lifting away from your neck to trace where your fingers were pressing, finally allowing you to draw in a real breath. Gasping underneath Steve, you were caught by surprise at Brock kicking Steve off you, growling in anger.

“I will end the bitch myself.” You curled up to protect yourself, struggling to get out of his hold while he whipped you back to straddle you, hitting you several times to subdue you till he once more cut off your air.

This time you didnt think you were going to make it while you clawed at him, tried kicking him off you. Steve was in a daze, still fighting that compulsion he was under and fight the compulsion of the collar to remember who you were. Brock's face came inches to yours, his palms viciously pressing against your windpipe. “When I’m done with Steve, I promise I will release him so he can remember everything he did to you before he dies.”

You clawed at his face, dragging your nails over an eye and down his cheek, your other hand a fist that pounded at his arms. This time your struggles were weakening you faster, the Little Wolf struggling to shift but you couldn’t focus enough to allow the change, your vision kept dimming, black and white sparks in your vision.

This was it, it was your ending and the only thing you found yourself being thankful for was that it wasn’t from Steve’s hand.

Something happened, a loud crack and Brock suddenly dropped on top of you with a loud scream of pain. Once more you were, now quite painfully, able to breathe again and he pushed off you to whip around, snarling at the intruders. A knife protruded from his shoulder blade that he reached over his head to yank out, screaming. “Get him, get him!” Looking right at Steve, he pointed at the entrance. “Bring me him alive Soldier.”

Bucky was ready for the onslaught of alphas coming for him and a smaller black wolf took advantage of the distraction to push her way into the surging pack of alphas. They all ignored her to attack the man. They had their orders. She broke free from them and dashed to you while you were still coughing and trying to push yourself up off the floor. The black wolf nudged up under you, taking your weight as you moved up to a kneel. Immediately you recognized Kat, falling against her. “Steve, he’s-” You choked on your words and your hands pressed to your neck, she whined loudly and glanced over your shoulder to the alpha’s. You looked over to see Bucky trying to fight them off, once in a while with use of his metal-plated arm, he was able to wrench a collar off a wolf, stunning them with the sudden freedom. “Kat, get Y/N out of here now!” Bucky yelled, wrenching another alpha free of his restraints. Steve continued pushing through the mass.

His mission- to collect Bucky alive.

Kat whined again, pushing to get you to your feet. You tried to get yourself moving, your body protesting. “Where do you think you are going?” Brock's taunting tone echoed around the two of you and Kat twisted herself in front of you, rage filled at the one who caused all this.

“Cute, what’s a Beta gonna do when I have control of her Alpha.” He twisted the knife in his hand that he had pulled from his shoulder earlier. “Yeah, I remember you pup, you're from Pierce’s pack, right along with her. Caine wasn’t it? Your new Alpha?” You could see Kat visibily shake at the mention of Caine and you grasped her to pull her towards you.

“Don’t listen to him!” Your voice is a hoarse whisper now.

“Come on pup, don’t you want to see him again? Caine!” Brock barked out and you worriedly looked over his shoulder to see a young but massive black wolf break from the pack. Kat whined seeing Caine trotting towards the two of you.

Bucky could see Steve working his way closer, he had seconds till he would be on him, which is what Bucky wanted ultimately. Of course, the controlled alpha’s coming for him was proving to be an issue. This wasn't a move he could keep up much longer, fighting off the attacking wolves and freeing them from their collars. The one saving grace was that these collars snapped so easily, the metal almost flimsy when he twisted that he was leaving a pile of alphas simply stunned, trying to regain themselves now that they were free of the collar's control. “You know…” He kicked off another while pulling one off his back and yanking her collar off too. “... anytime any of you want to help, feel fucking free to.”

“Cut them some slack Buck.” A familiar voice sounded near him, several uncollared wolves and people streaming through the compound's door, stunning Bucky for a few moments. “They were under some sort of freaky ass mind control!” Sam came through, wielding a blade in his hand.

“Christ, am I glad to see you!” Bucky fell back a moment, letting his packmates take over. Clint bounded next to him, brushing up against his leg before he leaped into the mass, tussling with other wolves to subdue them. Natasha nipped at Bucky from the opposite side before she joined Sara in the chaos.

“And which Buck am I talking to?” Sam pinned down another alpha, swiping a blade along the weak metal, easily cutting through it. Bucky joined him once again, grasping another and twisting the struggling wolf as Sam made the same cut, releasing the beast who shifted to a person, dazed and confused. Behind Sam and Bucky, Sara and Laura started pulling the freed alpha’s out, getting them out of harm's way.

“The one who is fucking jealous of that dagger you got! And the one who won’t hesitate to kick your ass in front of Sara. How did you get here?”

“Yeah, then you gotta deal with her.” Sam snapped as he glanced at Steve, whom just reached them and was taking a swing at him. “Fine, I’m talking to Bucky, but that ain’t Steve.” He had to stumble back again out of Steve’s reach. “Redwing tracked Steve and Y/N here, Clint and Natasha confirmed they were inside. How did you get here?”

“What’s a Redwing?” Bucky ducked Steve’s swing and hit him back. “Sure it’s Steve… he is just fucked up right now. That doesn’t look like the collar I had on either.” Bucky took Steve’s attacks next, the two men wrestling with one another, Bucky trying to pin Steve down. “Also did you forget I was Brock’s fucking slave for the past year? We stayed here plenty of times.”

Sam made a grab at Steve from behind, getting an elbow to the gut that made him double over.

“Fuck” Bucky snarled out, catching sight of Brock cornering you and Kat with Caine, he pushed his weight into Steve, making him fall back and making him tumble over Sam.

Brock could already tell this was a losing fight now, but he wasn’t leaving without taking the one thing he could from Steve. You and Kat both had been backed into a corner, a mass of fighting alpha and other Pack wolves keeping them from being able to get out, not to mention you refused to leave Steve behind. You couldn’t.

By now you had shifted, the Little Wolf siding with Kat trying to keep Caine at bay. He easily anticipated each of your attacks, the alpha nipping at both of you whenever you two tried to . “Only fair bitch, you killed Alanna.”

It was a lie, he could care less about Alanna and you knew it. You snapped your fangs at Caine coming close when you saw a flutter of clothing being tossed away. Kat kept behind you, struggling with her impulse to submit to Caine. A large alpha took Brock's place, making you back up further against Kat. Caine paused, ears pricked at Brock. They advanced on you now, making Kat whine and you growl out in a warning. They didn’t pause and there was no way you injured and Kat being manipulated could come out of this fight.

You bristled in fear and agitation, sinking your fangs into Caine who came closer first, grabbing his foreleg and doing everything to cripple him without outright killing him. It resulted in Brock leaping at Kat and scuffling with her while Caine ripped into your back.

You were quickly going numb, your energy wearing out when Caine tossed you through the air to land near Brock who pounded into Kat till she scuttled out of his reach, using the distraction you gave being flung.

Like a lamb for slaughter, Brock turned on you with his tongue rolling over his bloodied muzzle, his wolfish grin menacing. You rolled to your belly, waiting for him to come closer. He might tear you to shreds, but good luck shaking you off his throat if you can get ahold of him. You quivered in anticipation, calculating just when to leap.

Closer, you could smell the stank of his hot breath coming from his pants, feel the vibrations of his footfalls on the concrete floor, and everything else going on around you sank away. It was all about ending Brock, maybe then the hold on Steve and the other alpha’s would end.

You never got a chance, a silver arm reached into your line of sight when Brock lunged at you. Instead of ripping into you, fangs snapped against the shielded arm. The sheer force had to break some of the wolf’s teeth, and you scuttled away while Bucky grabbed at Brock. “Don’t you touch my Alpha’s mate!”

You turned to Caine, who was pinning Kat to the ground with warning growls. She squealed in fear as his fangs hovered over her muzzle, ready to crush her when you challenged him. The big black Alpha let Kat go and turned to you, accepting the challenge of leadership.

Bucky and Brock were powerful forces going around the room, crashing into other wolves the whole time. It wasn’t till Bucky flipped Brock to his back with a slamming force to stun him did he pull out a dagger from the strap on his thigh, plunging the blade in between ribs and into the alpha's lungs, several times. Brock couldn't pull away fast enough from the attack and all his tender places were ripped open. His panicked noises were gargled with fluid, the wolf struggling in Bucky’s hold. His eyes roved around in panic, while Bucky lifted the struggling wolf by his neck, giving a vicious twist to snap his neck and let the body slither back to the floor, no longer a danger.

Caine was about to attack your broken body again, but he whined in alarm and the wolf was a man once again, looking panicked and lost. You sunk down next to Kat, relieved for the sudden change. Bucky rushed over to you and you cowered next to Kat, half expecting him to attack but Kat leaped at him, weaving around him joyously. “Y/N, come on… it’s time to get out of here. You can trust me.” Bucky knelt next to you, his hands hovering near you to let you sniff him.

The moment Brock’s neck snapped, the alpha’s stopped fighting, most of them falling into dazes as they shifted from wolves to humans once more, their hands coming up to pull at the collars binding them. They started submitting to the Pack’s wolves attacking them. Sara yipped for everyone to stop. The woman shifted back and carefully kneeled next to one, trying to talk to him.

Sam had Steve in a locked hold when he felt the man go lax against him. Sam took the moment to pin Steve down, the man looking up at Sam with a clear look of confusion on his face “Sam?” Steve suddenly panted out, almost breathless as a sheen of sweat coated his face.

“Man is that you?” Sam released him and Steve rolled to a sit, blinking at him, shaking his head to try clearing his mind. “That better be you or else I’m going to have to keep kicking your ass.”

Steve’s hand pressed to his throbbing head. “What happened?” His hand felt around his neck, grasping at the barbed collar still digging into his neck. “Do you have the knife?”

“Yeah man, just… Fuck its dug right into you.” Sam cursed as he tried wedging the blade underneath it. “It’s not cutting through.”

Sam beckoned Sara over. She came over, kneeling next to Steve.

“I’m glad to see you Alpha.” She said softly, her hand brushing against him while Sam handed her the blade.

“Start cutting them loose Sara. We gotta get these collars off before they activate or whatever again.”

Steve was still half in a daze when his hand came up to touch his bonding mark, worry masked his eyes. “Where’s Little One?” Then he started to panic as he tried to reach out for you but there was nothing but emptiness where the bond once was. “Where is Y/N?”

Sam gave him a confused look. “She’s across the room, you can’t feel her?”

“No… I- I must have…” He tugged at the collar once more, trying to get himself off the floor to go find you.

“Must have what? Stay put.” Sam pushed him back down, wrenching his hand off the collar. “Bucky is getting the vibranium. You are gonna tear your neck up if you keep pulling at it”

Sara frowned as well, trying to make sense of what Steve was saying, when it dawned on her, she gasped lightly, the thought of it making her eyes tear up. “Sam, he broke his bond.”

“I had too, I couldn’t let Brock have that access to her.” Steve said defeated, more recollection of what happened started to filter back to him. “Oh god… I almost- I almost killed her.” His hands started shaking at the realization of what he had done.

Sara passed a look with Sam. “Hey, Steve… I'm going to go check on her right now, okay?” She gave him a reassuring smile. “She’s gonna be okay.”

Steve nodded, a bit lost looking as Sara made her way away from the two Alpha’s, handing the knife off to Natasha while going to look for you. Sam caught Steve’s attention while the Alpha started to look lost again. “Hey, Y/N is a fighter, always have been. Like Sara said, she will be okay.”

Steve started to push himself up off the ground once more. “I gotta talk to her.”

“No man, you really don’t. You are in no shape now. Let Sara do her thing, okay. We gotta get this collar off you first and where the fuck is Bucky?” He snapped in agitation, looking around as he kept a hold of Steve, trying to keep him in place. Bucky jogged up when he heard his name, calling Sam’s name. Approaching Steve and Sam, he scowled slightly at the collar. “Vibranium? That knife won’t cut through the collar. But perhaps Tony might be able to extract the collar?”

Sam was already digging out his phone when Sara started to call him from across the room in a worried tone. “Call Stark, tell him were coming with Steve. Coming!” He pushed Steve firmly to a sit, using a strong Alpha tone to command him. “Dont you move from this spot.”

Before Sam took off, Bucky walked him a bit away from Sam, studying Steve. “Sam, Y/N, she is bad. We need to get her to a hospital right now.” Bucky’s attention turned back to Sam. “Until we get that collar off him, we probably shouldnt let him near Y/N.” Sam shook his head a bit confused as to why. “Sam, he was this close to killing her like he said. I know he wouldn’t ever harm her, but if he is triggered again with that collar, she is going to be in danger. Brock gave him his mission and that was to kill her.”

“Okay, okay… stay with him. I'm gonna go talk to Sara and see about getting Y/N out of here until we get this figured out.” Sam sighed with one last look at his Alpha before he split away, leaving Bucky to help Steve.

Sam weaved through freed wolves, seeking out his mate. He could smell her distress already and when he found her, she was kneeling next to you, who was clearly struggling to breath. “Sam, we gotta get her to a doctor, she can't breathe.”

Sam knelt next to you, your face, neck and chest was starting to darken and swell, but your neck was the worst. Your breathing was coming in fractured wheezes and you couldn't speak anymore. “Sara and Natasha are taking you to a doctor.” Sam turned to look at Sara. “Make up whatever lies you two can think of to get them to treat her. We're taking Steve to Stark to get that collar off. Bucky said until we do, we got to keep them apart.” You clutched at Sam’s hand, wheezing out. It was clear you wanted to know about Steve. Sam squeezed your hand reassuringly. “Tony will have an idea of how to get it off. I will talk to Banner about getting you transferred. But you gotta go with Natasha and Sara now, please. We can’t loose you, Y/N.”

Sara nodded in understanding, moving to a stand to get you up, Kat on your other side to help you up. “I'm going too.”

“I need you with me Kat. You gotta help me with these wolves. Don’t worry, Sara and Nat will make sure she is safe.”

It was so hard to breathe, between Steve, Caine and Brock, your neck felt like you were breathing through a crushed straw. Your voice entirely gone. Sara hovered at your side, leaning down near you. “We’re gonna get you to the hospital now.” Her eyes roved over your neck worried.

You tried to talk to ask about Steve. You wanted to see him at least to see that he was okay before they took you away. You couldn’t see him in the crowd and that was making you panic. Your wheezing got more violent until you choked in frustration that you couldn’t ask the far more important question. “Calm down, its okay, Y/N.” Sara continued, not picking up what you really needed. Your hands curled in her clothing as she got you to a stand and you shook her, making her really look at you while you mouthed his name.

“Steve is okay.” Natasha came up on your other side, answering for Sara. “He is with Bucky and Sam will be back to him in a moment.” Your eyes turned grateful to Natasha. You wanted to see him, as the two women led you out another entrance, you started to stall, realizing you weren't being taken to Steve. “Y/N…” Natasha turned on you, trying to maintain calmness. “Listen to me, I know you want to see him, but he still doesn't have the collar off.”

Sara nodded to affirm. “We just don’t know if seeing you will trigger it again, Y/N. If he attacked you again… It will destroy him knowing already he hurt you this bad.”

Your eyes glared at Natasha who shrugged at you. “He won't care that it wasn't all him. He will see that and immediately blame himself even if it wasn't his fault.”

Sara nudged you to keep you moving, the three of you finally moving forward again. Sara had her arm wrapped around your waist. “It’s just a precaution Y/N, as soon as they have him free, he will come find you.” She smiled softly and you took that to heart, this was Steve, you two could work through this together.

Once they got the collar off him.

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helloprettybb · 3 years ago

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tension

i had a dream where i almost kissed my best friend and i don’t think i have a crush on him but idkkkk. reader and peter are both in college and over 18. also, this was supposed to be a sweet little fic but then it got too hot and now it’s full blown smut. whoops. also, my computer is broken so i had to post this from my phone so that’s why there’s no page break lol

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

description: you’ve had a crush on peter since you were kids, but it may not be as one-sided as you think.

warnings: cursing, general fluff, descriptive kissing??, pool sex, oral, SMUT

word count: 2.1k

Things between you and Peter have been different lately. You two have always been close but ever since the start of the summer, you and Peter have been spending more and more time together. Whether it was Peter sneaking in through your window late at night just to hang out or facetiming till 3 am, the two of you have changed your friendship. It makes you wonder if he wants to be more than friends, something you’ve wanted for years. But then you tell yourself to not get your hopes up and look for something that isn’t there.

It was a normal night at the Compound. You had the place to yourselves since your dad and the team were on a mission. They had Peter stay home for some unknown reason, but for once, he didn’t complain. It made you think he’d rather stay with you than go on a mission, but you dismissed that ridiculous thought.

“That makes no sense!” you exclaim as you point at the tv.

You’ve never been so close to Peter. Currently, you’re at his side as his left arm caresses the side of your arm and occasionally dips down to your waist. Eventually, he settles his arm around you and holds you by his side. You rest your head against him as you watch the movie, but you don’t care about the plot inconsistencies anymore now that you’re cuddling with Peter.

You look up at Peter and see that he’s looking at you back. You can’t help but look down at his lips and he does the same to yours. You feel your heart flutter in your chest and you’re pretty sure that Peter can hear how fast it’s beating. Peter leans closer and you close your eyes, but before anything could happen, you hear F.R.I.D.A.Y go off. You and Peter jump back immediately.

“Miss Stark, your father would like me to tell you that they will be arriving in thirty minutes.”

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y,” you say. Glancing at Peter, you think he looks disappointed. You really wanted to kiss him, but you feel like the mood was killed. “I think I’m going to head up,” You tell him.

“I’ll do that, too.” Peter says. The two of you get up and walk in silence towards the sleeping quarters. You step into the elevator but before you could press any buttons, Peter asks, “Do you want to go up to the pool?” His face looks innocent, but his words imply anything but.

“Sure,” you reply, finding it hard to say anything more. He presses the button to the top level and the two of you ride up in silence. You stare down at your shoes as Peter looks up at the ceiling. The elevator finally stops and you step out. Stepping outside, you walk toward the pool and Peter slides the door closed behind you. The outside lights shine enough light for you to see Peter’s beautiful face.

You take a seat at the edge of the pool and dip your feet in. Peter sits besides you and does the same. “Tonight was fun,” you say, hating the heavy silence.

“Yeah,” Peter agrees, “I can’t believe you picked that movie,”

“Hey! Betty said it was good,” you say.

“Whatever,” Peter says and you laugh. After your laughter dies down, silence fills the air again.

“I know you like going on missions and all, but I’m glad you stayed back,” you tell him.

“Yeah, well Spiderman deserves a break every once in a while.” He adds, “Besides, I wouldn’t miss spending time with you,” Peter’s hand is on the back of his neck and he averts his eyes.

You don’t know how to respond, so you smile and look down to avoid eye contact. You hate being in intimate situations like this, especially with Peter. Your friendship with Peter, while close, has always been lowkey and casual. The most serious the two of you have been was after a very injured Peter came to your window after fighting the Lizard.

“I’m going to move closer,” he says like he’s joking, but you really hope he isn’t. You watch as he scoots closer to you and lessens the already small gap between the two of you.

You try not to stare at his lips too much. You don’t want to come off too desperate especially if you’re misreading everything. But as you look into his eyes, you can’t help but assume he has the same idea as you.

Peter’s laugh quiets and you can feel the mood shift. It’s as if the air around you is forcing the two of you together. The longing atmosphere is so heavy that it clouds your head and suddenly, you don’t care that your dad will be coming home any minute.

Fuck this tension. You ask, “Can I kiss you?” He doesn’t say anything, but his eager nod shows you how bad he wants it, too. Even though you’re the one who asked to kiss him, Peter initiates the kiss when he moves his hand to the side of your face and pulls you toward him.

Your lips connect and your nerves dissipate. The tension lifts as you and Peter kiss. Once the initial sensation dies down, the realization that you are kissing Peter freaking Parker. On the lips! You try not to freak out that you’re kissing the boy you’ve had a crush on for years, but you can’t hold back the small smile that forms.

You pull apart and you see that he’s smiling, too. You start to laugh as your head falls onto his shoulder. “I can’t believe we did that,” you mumble into his shirt. Peter laughs as he runs his hand up and down your back.

“Do you regret it?” he jokes, but you can hear a hint of insecurity. You pull away quickly and look at him.

“Of course, I don’t regret it.” You run your hands through your hair, a nervous tick that Peter knows you’ve had since you were a kid. “Peter, I’ve liked you for so fucking long.”

Peter smiles and replies, “I like you, too.” You’ve never been so happy. You move to kiss Peter again as your left hand settles under his chin. You lightly caress his jawline with your thumb and he groans quietly. Hearing that beautiful sound, an idea forms in your head. You separate a little and kiss down to his jawline. You place a light kiss on the back corner of his jaw and he sighs.

Moving down to his neck, you start sucking and biting gently. After leaving a couple hickeys, you feel Peter tap the bottom of your chin, signaling for you to kiss his lips again. You move back up to his lips and he begins sucking on your bottom lip as his hands card through your hair.

Kissing Peter is better than you’ve ever dreamed. His soft lips against yours feel like heaven and fuck, is he a good kisser. Peter separates for air and you open your eyes for the first time in what felt like forever. His eyes are lust-blown and you think that yours probably look the same. Before he can speak, your desperation takes over and you bring him back into a kiss.

Peter’s hands are all over you; his restraint finally breaking. He moves his hands to the bottom of your shirt. He plays with the hem at the bottom before you pull away to let him take it off. He takes his own off before connecting your lips again. He grabs your tits over your bra and you moan. You remove your bra for him and he throws it somewhere.

You unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. You pull away and whisper, “Would you like to go for a swim?” Peter nods eagerly and you laugh lightly. You strip off your pants and panties as Peter takes off his pants and boxers.

He hops in first and just as you’re about to join him, Peter says, “Wait!” You look at him confused as he moves in between your legs. He kisses up your thighs and you moan as you realize what’s about to happen. After what felt like forever, he finally reaches your pussy and plants a light kiss on your clit.

He quickly drops the coy act as he slowly licks up your pussy. You grab his hair as he starts eating you out. You’ve had other boys eat you out, but never this good. Your legs start to close around his head, but Peter keeps them apart with his two large hands on the insides of your thigh. All you can do is arch your back and moan loudly as Peter works his magic.

“P-peter,” you can’t say anything other than his name as you cum on his tongue. He rides you through it, lapping your juices up. You’re breathing hard as you come down from your high. You look down at Peter with his shit-eating grin.

“C’mere,” he says. You slide down into the pool and wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his hard dick against your thigh. You already miss his lips as you kiss him again. You can taste yourself on him and you moan.

“Can you please fuck me, Peter?” you ask, not caring how desperate you sound. Peter smiles as he jerks himself a couple times before lining up with you. He starts to push in as he holds you up with the other hand. Sometimes you forget how strong he is and it only turns you on even more.

He’s so big inside you and your jaw drops at the feel of him. Peter groans and mutters, “Fuck ________, so tight. Love this tight fuckin’ pussy.” He starts to thrust into you slowly and you pull him towards you. Your head is thrown back as he fucks into you. It feels so good, but you want more.

“F-faster, Peter. Fuck me harder.” you moan and he obliges. He grabs your hips with both hands and slams into you. You’re probably way too loud, but you don’t give a shit as Peter’s dick pounds you into oblivion.

Peter’s equally as loud as he grunts and curses into your chest. He separates from you slightly and the two of you make eye contact. You start to look away again but he says, “No, look at me. Wanna see that pretty face as I’m destroying your pussy.” You moan loudly as you maintain eye contact. He smiles that boyish smile and you remember just who you’re hooking up with.

“I can’t believe,” you struggle to speak, “I’m fucking my best friend.”

Peter laughs, “I’m sure as hell more than that.”

You laugh, too which turns into a moan as his hand moves to your clit. You can feel yourself getting close. Between his hard thrusts and the circles he’s making on your clit, you don’t know how much longer you can last before cumming. “You’re mine, ______. Say you’re fucking mine.” He says possessively.

“I’m yours, Pete. All yours.” you moan out as the dam breaks and you gush around him. He must feel the tightening around his cock as he groans loudly. “S-shit. You’re gonna make me cum.” Peter gives a few more hard thrusts before cumming inside you.

You can feel the warmth spread inside you and you smile. The both of you look at each other as you catch your breaths. Peter is the first one to speak and says, “That was really good.”

You laugh and say, “Yeah, it was.” You kiss him and he kisses back. When you pull away, you realize something. “Um, Peter.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

“You’re still inside me.” He looks down at where you’re connected.

“I guess I am.” He smirks and says, “And it also seems like… I’m still hard,”

“Hm, it seems like you are,” you say coyly back. “Well, we can’t not take care of it.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y where is my daughter and Spider-boy?” Tony calls.

“They are on the top floor, sir.”

“Top floor? What would they be doing by the pool this late.” he says.

“Sir, I don’t recommend that you go up at this time,” F.R.I.D.A.Y advises.

“Why not?” he asks, but he thinks he already knows.

“Miss Stark and Mr. Parker are having intimate contact with each other.”

“Intimate contact? You know what, F.R.I.D.A.Y. I don’t need to know. Just remind me to have the pool cleaned tomorrow.”

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natasha-romanoff-deserved-better · 4 years ago

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Children Of Yesterday- Chapter Three

Standing in front of him, are two more children, only slightly older than the one he had found. The blonde child was freakishly skinny with dark bags under his eyes, and was standing with another black-haired slightly taller child who had a bony arm wrapped around him.

The blonde was wearing an over-sized Captain America costume that drowned him, and the other only wearing a leather jacket with sleeves that covered his hands and fell to his knees.

Tony almost chokes.

The blonde in the Captain America costume. The black-haired child standing over him. The scared, timid kid on his hip with glasses and bruises.

He knows who these kids are.

After an accident with Hydra and the time stone, Tony and Rhodey are left with six of their teammates turned into young children. Trying to keep the six young, traumatized and rambunctious children safe all while finding a cure and attempting to give them a taste of a real childhood might be their biggest mission yet.

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Clint awakes to a rough shove on his shoulder. Jerking up, sleep gone from his eyes in an instant, as he scans the room for danger. There is none- it’s just Natalia. She’s standing by his bedside, clad in the leggings and jacket despite the clock on the wall reading almost 2:30am.

“’Atalia? What are you doing?”

“Get up. We’re leaving.”

“I knew it! You can talk!”

Natasha is unimpressed at his intuition. “Of course I can talk.”

“Then why didn’t you ever talk to Tony or the other guy?”

“Why would I let them know I can understand them? I’m not an idiot. People tell secrets when they think you don’t understand.”

Clint mouth hangs open in amazement at her thought process. “That’s so cool! I wish I had thou- wait. How did you get in my room?”

Natasha holds up her left hand, a keycard clasped between her fingers. “I stole it from the agent last night when he picked me up.” Natasha rolls her eyes at the thought. “But come on. We have to go, now. Before they realize I took it.”

Clint nods, and rushes to climb out from under the covers of the hospital bed. The commotion rouses Bruce, who sleepily opens one eye to peek at the pair. Natasha grabs his new glasses from the hospital bedside table and hands them to him.

He gives her a small smile in thanks, then looks between the two other kids. “You’re leaving?”

“Yup.” Clint nods. “I gotta get back to my brother. He says hospitals are bad, anyways… You’re coming too, right?”

Bruce sits up, gives them a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t have anywhere to go…”

“You can come with me! Barney says we’re going to join a circus soon! Doesn’t that sound so fun?”

Bruce chews on his bottom for a moment, staring at Clint as he considers his offer.

“Well, I do really like elephants…”

“So, it’s decided then!” Clint exclaims, a smile spreading across his face at his new friend. Natasha rolls her eyes at them and turns away from the pair to glance out the door, checking the hallway for any wondering agents.

“Are you two ready to go or not? We still need to get the others.”

“Yes,” The two of them say in unison. Neither of them had any possessions besides the clothes the hospital had given them, which; while annoying made things a lot easier. No packing required.

Steve and Bucky are not as excited as Clint and Bruce were.

Bucky stood in front of Steve, who was sat upright on their bed, with his arms crossed and expression hard. “We’re not going.”

“Why not?” Natasha asks, irritation in her accented voice.

“You didn’t plan anything!” He throws his arms up in the air. “How are we even going to get anywhere after we get out?”

Natasha shrugs. “We can figure that out later. I don’t see the problem.”

Bucky gestures over at Steve. “He can’t walk very far. And besides, this place has really good medicine here!”

“So just take some of the medicine?”

Bucky glares at the three of them, until Natasha finally rolls her eyes and gives in. “Fine. Stay here. We’re going home.” She turns around, and nods at Clint and Bruce to follow her out the door.

They shuffle out, quickly hurrying across the hallway to Sam’s door, where Natasha bounces onto her tip toes to scan the keycard across the electronic lock. There is a small click from the lock, and Clint pulls it open for her and Bruce.

Natasha moves over to Sam’s bed to shake his shoulder. “Sam,” She whispers, “Wake up.”

Sam grumbles, brings an arm up and take a swipe at Natasha, which she avoids easily. “Five more minutes.”

Natasha frowns and pinches his arm. He finally opens his eyes, confusion clouding his face.

“What are you all doing here?”

“We’re busting out of here!” Clint tells him.

“What? Why? All these people seem really nice…”

“They kidnapped us.” Natasha deadpans.

“What?”

“We all woke up in an exploded building, and then they forced us onto a plane and now they’ve locked us in here. For no reason. You’re not hurt, are you?”

“…No.”

“Exactly. Then explain why you’re locked in a hospital?”

“Um,”

Clint spoke up. “We’ll help you get back to your mom and dad. They’re probably worried about you- I know my brother is.”

Sam considers this a moment. He chews on his bottom lip as he meets eyes with the three other standing in front of him. They have a good point.

“Okay,” he says. “I’m coming with you.”

“We gotta get passed the dude at the desk in the front first, though.” Clint reminds them. Natasha thinks for a second, before turning to Bruce.

“Think you could distract him?”

Bruce’s eyes widen. “What? Why me?”

“They’ll never suspect you. You look too nice.”

“What do I do?”

Clint butts in. “It’s easy! Just pretend to be sick or hurt or something. Barney has me do it all the time.”

Natasha nods. “And then I’ll sneak up behind him.”

Bruce is clearly uncomfortable, but he doesn’t back out like he wants too. “Okay…”

Natasha doesn’t waste any time, just grabs his arm and shoves him out the doorway. He trips over his two feet but manages to right himself before he can completely face plant. He shuffles down the hall and around the corner, poking his head out so he can see the agent sitting at the front desk. He is clearly uninterested, lounging back in his chair while his feet are propped up on the desk. All his attention is focused on his phone, engaged in some kind of colorful game.

Bruce wraps his arms around his stomach and hunches over. “Excuse me?” He calls as he steps into view. He brings his eyebrows together, trying his best to put on the best puppy eyes he could.

The agent startles at his voice, jerking up and swiveling around to find Bruce. “Bruce? What- how did you get out of your room? I thought we- wait, are you okay?”

Bruce chooses to ignore the room question, instead shakes his head and motions to his stomach, as he takes another step. “I, uh. I feel sick.”

The man stands up, walking closer to Bruce and kneeling to his level. He opens his mouth to say something, but is cut off by Natasha launching herself onto his back.

Natasha uses his shoulders to lift and push herself up and get her legs around his neck. The man bucks up and reaches back to try and yank her off, but she continues squeezing with her thighs to keep her balance and restrict his breathing. With her right hand, she reaches down and pinches a point on his neck.

The man goes down. They tumble to the ground together, Bruce narrowly side stepping out of the way and Natasha rolls of his back, a wide smile on her face at her success.

“Whoa!”

“How’d you do that?”

Clint and Sam are watching wide eyed to the side.

“There’s a…” She pauses, trying to remember the English word. “A… sleep point? No. Pressure point on the neck. I pinched it.”

Natasha bends down to the unconscious agent and sticks her hands into his pockets. She produces another keycard, which she hands off to Bruce. She unhooks the gun from his holster and shoves it into her leggings waistband.

Clint runs over to the two large doors across the lobby, grabbing onto the handles. The doors open, revealing more into the compound. It’s the middle of the night, so there are less agents than normal, but still an unsettling amount milling around. Natasha turns back to them, eyebrows furrowed. “We.” She pauses, words elusive, “sneak by them. Find an exit.” She finishes.

“There.” Sam points to a small counter with several computer screens sitting atop. “We can hide behind that… and then sneak into that hallway on the other side.”

“I’ll go first.” Natasha doesn’t wait for a confirmation, instead just darts out into the open, crouched low as she silently moves through the room and ducking behind the counter between it and the wall.

One by one, with the help of Natasha on the other side motioning to them, the other three scurry across to their new hiding spot. Sam is the last to go, and almost there when he slips, drawing the attention of several agents who come dangerously close to spotting him.

Every kid breathes a sigh of relief when Sam makes it safely to them. Natasha worries her bottom lip. “There’s too many of us too all get around like this. We’re too noticeable.”

“What if we turn out the lights?” Clint suggests.

“Yeah!” Sam agrees, nodding along. “I saw that in a movie once. They shut off all the power.”

Natasha looks to Clint for guidance, giving in when she sees his and Sam’s confidence. “But how will we get to the power?”

“Usually it’s a whole room you needa’ find with tons of buttons and switches and things.”

“There’s a map on the wall over here.” Bruce speaks up, pointing at a framed picture labeled “fire escape route” in bright letters.

“Perfect!” Sam, the tallest of the four, stands on his tip toes to see the map clearly. The compound is big, the map almost slightly overwhelming as he scans over it. Not all the rooms are labeled, instead just the general wings. “There.. maybe?” He points to a section that doesn’t have any labels, guessing it must be the general upkeep rooms. “Or actually, maybe, there?” He points at another spot. “Oh, or-“

“Someone’s coming!” Clint warns. He grabs Sam’s wrist to pull him down, Natasha and Bruce on their heels as they take off running down the hallway.

“Which way, Sam?!”

Sam calls out for them to turn right, into a smaller corridor. “I think this way.” He says, trying to keep the uncertainty out of his voice as he leads them. They slow to a jog when they’re out of view from any agents, but the adrenaline pumping through their veins keeps them all on high alert. They don’t stop to catch their breath until they make it to the wing Sam identified and find a room titled controls. Natasha pulls out the keycard and holds it over the lock.

“черт возьми!” Natasha exclaims as the lock flashes red, signaling the keycard was not compatible. She brings the keycard down to examine it closer, before throwing it to the ground in frustration.

Sam watches her in concern, noticing the angry tears building in the corner of her eyes. “It’s okay,” he tells her, moving to pick up the card.

“It was only for hospital locks!”

“Maybe we could…break the lock or something?” Bruce offers.

Clint shakes his head. “I can get in.”

“The key doesn’t work.” Natasha repeats herself at him. She stomps a foot to help emphasize her point, as if he hadn’t just watched her explain it to Sam.

“I know that. I don’t need a key. Look,” Clint points upwards towards the ceiling, where a small vent is blowing cool air. “If I can get up there, maybe I can crawl in?”

Natasha is not impressed with his plan, but she can’t think of any other ideas. Bruce is already helping Clint push a chair they’d found over to just below the vent. “Okay,” Clint instructs. “Someone needs to help me up though.”

“I’m the strongest.” Natasha volunteers.

“No! I am!” Sam looks over at Natasha accusingly.

“No, you’re not!”

“Boys are almost always stronger than girls!”

“That’s not true!” And then quieter, under her breath, “Мудак.”

Sam jerks back. “What the heck does that mean?” He whirls around to Clint. “She just called me something!”

“Can you two shut up?” Bruce cuts in. The three other kids turn to him in surprise at the anger and annoyance in his voice. Once he notices them staring, he hunches back into himself. “Sorry. I just really don’t like fighting...”

Sam apologizes to him, while Natasha stays quiet, but a guilty look painted onto her face.

“Sam is taller than you, though, so he would be best.” Clint tells them. Natasha doesn’t argue, knowing he is right but not wanting to admit it out loud. As Sam climbs onto the chair, Natasha and Bruce hold the legs steady, making sure the chair isn’t going to slip out from under them. Clint steps up onto the chair with Sam and awkwardly begins climbing up onto his shoulders.

Clint takes a second to find his footing, whispering apologizes whenever Sam softly grunts in discomfort. He grabs hold of the vent, threading his small fingers through the bars and yanking the vent cover away. It clatters to the ground, all of them cringing at the loud sound. “Okay!” Clint gets a steady hold into the vent and begins to pull himself up into the small passage. Beneath him, Sam boosts him up the rest of the way. “I’m in!” He announces as he lifts his lower body into it enough to swing his legs inside with the rest of him.

The passageways are small, but much bigger than the ones in his house. Crawling through with practiced ease, he takes the first left he comes across and crawls several more feet until he finds another vent. He peeks through, finding a room below him crowded with all kinds of screens, keyboards, buttons and lights. Clint squeezes himself around, curling up so that he can kick the vent cover out of the way.

Lowering himself down and letting himself drop, he falls hard, his ankle twisting as he hits the floor, and he holds in a grunt of pain. Forcing himself up, he rushes over to the door, pulling the hatch and pushing it open to where Natasha, Sam and Bruce are all anxiously waiting for him.

The three bundle inside, closing the door behind them. Bruce excitedly runs up to the screens, eyes wide as he quickly reads all the words and labels. Sam takes a place next to him, scanning the buttons.

“How do you know what is what?”

Bruce frowns. “I don’t.”

Clint isn’t interested in waiting. “Just press some!” He comes up behind them, reaches out, and runs a hand over a row of buttons. “One of them is bound to be the lights and doors.”

Before Bruce can stop him, the group is plunged into darkness. Shock causes them to freeze for a moment, only broken by Clint letting out a loud hoot and high fiving Bruce.

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Steve picks a piece of skin from his thumbnail, frowning at the small bead of blood that bubbles up. Next to him, Bucky slaps his hand away.

“We should have gone with them.” Steve grumbles at him.

“Why?”

Steve shrugs. “It’s not right for us to stay here and just let them go off. What if they get in trouble? Or need help?”

“Just because they’re doing something doesn’t mean we have to too.”

“No, but if the whole group is going, we should too!” He explains. “Also… I can’t stay here. Ma won’t be able to pay a bill like this. It’s bound to cost an arm and a leg.”

Bucky glares at him for several seconds, before looking up to the ceiling and letting out a heavy sigh. “So, what, you want to go catch up to them or something?”

A smile spreads across Steve’s face as he nods excitedly.

“Ugh. Fine.”

“Yay!” Steve claps. Just as he is slipping out of the bed, everything goes black. “Hey! Turn the lights back on, Buck.”

“I didn’t turn them off.” Bucky frowns, glancing up to the lights. “Look, the hallway is dark too.”

“They probably turned the lights out to save money again. They’re super expensive, probably.”

“Yeah, maybe so.”

The friends tug the door open, the electronic locks no longing functioning due to the power outage. They step out of the room together, coming to a halt when they notice the agent laying haphazardly on the floor in the medical lobby.

Steve rushes over to him, looking down at the guards body. “He’s still breathing. Should we do something?”

Bucky is about to suggest turning him over when he is cut off by a high-pitched alarm ringing out through the air. He covers his ears reflexively as he jumps. The unconscious agent’s walkie talkie sparks to life, a voice calling out for him to answer, and then something about a code 673. “Shit. We gotta go.”

“We can’t just leave him like this!”

“Yes, we can. If someone comes and sees us, they’ll think we did this to him!”

Steve is unconvinced, so Bucky doesn’t wait. He grabs Steve’s wrist and hauls him away from the man, through to the other large doors and pushing their way through. It’s dark, so they can’t quite tell what type of room they’ve entered, but it’s large, and there’s people dressed similar to the agent all running around frantically. They pause, unsure of what to do next or where to go.

A pair of agents run by, and someone shouts an order out to them, telling them “they” are in the west wing and headed towards an exit. Bruce and Steve don’t need to discuss it- they take off running, following some of the agents but keeping in the shadows the best they could, avoiding the emergency lights.

A gunshot echoes through the building, causing them to both flinch a second time. The panicked agents become more frantic at that, yelling at each other to not fire back.

“It’s probably that girl. She shot the machine man who helped us, remember? And they wouldn’t want to shoot a kid.” Steve nods in agreement, and against their instinct, force themselves to run towards the sound of the gun.

They find Natasha standing with a gun held straight out in front of her. Behind her, Clint, Bruce and Sam are all gathered. In front of them, stand several agents, including the eye patched man Bucky recognizes from earlier. Their hands are all up, and one of the women agents is gently trying to coax Natasha to put the gun down, to come back with them.

Tony and Rhodey step out of the car, both unspeaking as they walk side by side into the tower, thoughts weighing heavily on each’s shoulders. Tony had thought going back to the tower would provide comfort to him- his home, where he could be surrounded by all the things he owned and loved and where the love of his life was waiting for him. But walking in, he is flooded with reminders of the team’s absence. A tea packet from Bruce left on the counter. Steve’s sketchbook and charcoal pencil settled neatly on an end table by the couch. One of Clint’s stray darts lay under the couch, discarded and forgotten from an aiming contest with Sam. Even the absence of Natasha’s things is a sign of her, her spy habits of leaving no trace.

“I’m glad they’re staying at SHIELD.” Tony says, later that night. He stokes a thumb over Pepper’s bare shoulder as they lay under the covers, Pepper’s head on his chest. She glances up at him, eyebrows raised in question. “When that doctor read off all their medical issues… and Fury’s right. Some of them, Their childhoods… I wouldn’t know how to deal with them.” Pepper isn’t sure who is he trying to convince, her or himself. “I’d only do more damage.”

It had taken Tony over ten minutes, a confirmation from Rhodey and video evidence dug from Friday’s storage to convince Pepper it wasn’t some prank Tony was trying to play on her. She’d handled it calmly, the reality not quite sinking in until later that night, when the tower was unusually calm and quiet.

Pepper doesn’t speak. She knows there is no convincing her husband of otherwise. Maybe, it would have been possible, several weeks ago. Before Peter had broken his leg and been knocked unconscious while under his supervision. Before the liquor supply had been drained in the matter of just several days. His mind is made up. She draws tiny circles into his skin until they both drift off.

FRIDAY jerks them awake, loudly announcing urgent messages from SHIELD. Tony grumbles awake before remembering, why exactly, SHIELD would even be contacting him in the first place. He has several missed calls from Fury, along with one text message reading “Get here now.” Helpful.

Tony and Rhodey arrive to the SHIELD compound, both in their suits and ready for whatever. There are agents running around, yelling demands and questions into phones and walkie talkies. The power appears to have been shut off, besides emergency generator lights and a blaring alarm.

“What the hell is going on?” Tony shouts over the alarm to Fury.

“The damned kids escaped. All six. They’re gone.”

#look i actually wrote something #children of yesterday #marvel #marvel fic #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #bruce banner #clint barton #tony stark #james rhodes #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #marvel fanction #fanfic

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baebeepeach · 6 years ago

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Would anyone be interested in reading some BuckyxOC fic I’m writting?

#marvel #bucky x oc #bucky x reader #fanfiction #bucky fanfiction #marvel fanction #OC

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imagine-marvelously · 6 years ago

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I just gotta say this because it bothers me

I get it. You want to be as specific as possible while writing reader inserts while still being as general as possible.

But bear in mind the average size of a woman in the US is a 16 according to recent studies.

The same is true for women in the UK

I wear a 12 or 14 and my boyfriend who wears a size l or xl t-shirt and is 6’0 (and while he might not be as buff, he weighs about the same as the average hero we authors write about) and his shirts fit me perfectly because that’s also the size I wear. It’s partially because I carry a lot of my weight in my bust, but still.

So when you write about a t shirt being past or around someones knees or just above, or even mid thigh, it is just not realistc for a some, if nit half, of your readers. It’s ideal. Fuck I would love it. But the last time I had an xl or xxl go past my knees I was like 12. But if I wore Peter Parker’s shirts? They wouldn’t go past my belly button. Steve’s or Bucky’s? Definitely loose, maybe halfway down my butt if the shirt were meant to be long.

Again, a lot of weight is in my bust so that is also one of reasons shirts are a big thing to me. But it still bothers me as someone with so many friends above size large. And it also makes me think to the ones somewhere below large who have borrowed my xl and xxl shirts (i like being cozy). Like they are loose and cover well but do they look so big its cute loose? Nah fam. Not unless they are my friend who is under 100 pounds and is desperately trying to gain weight. Like she was crying in my car one time because she finally made it to 100 but it was only because she weighed herself after eating, so when she took her proper weight, she wasn’t close.

I’m not trying to say fix all of your writing or put you down. Just be mindful. That’s all I can and will ask. Some shirts fit different than others, I get it. And I get that it’s an adorable thing that I love but it just... ack... isnt possible and always makes me (personally) saying “damn, I wish I was 105 lbs again instead of 200. Then maybe.”

I know Im only one reader (and only one writer). But just know your audience.

I am not trying to attack anyone’s writing in specific, I just want everyone to know the information on how sizing works in general.

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soft-persephone · 2 years ago

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Searching For Stardust

MoonKnight x Female!Reader

only at night does he find his solace. only at night do you forget that you are alone. you’d give one another everything if the heavens permit it. for you the moon and to him the starry night sky . . . if only you both could find it first.

A Midnight Plea

I’ll Give You The Moon

We’re not a Galaxy but a Supernova

When the Eclipse is Over the Sun Still Shines

The Distance Between Our Galaxies

Masterlist

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elatedmarvel · 7 years ago

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Shadow: Part 4

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Natasha and Bucky rescue someone from their past. Being hunted down, they bring you to the Avengers. Will it be enough to keep you safe?

Warnings: mentions of unwanted touches

A/N: There will be more and more answers as we go! So excited for this series you guys. Feed back is always welcome and tags are open. Thanks so much for reading! ~J

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

He sat holding you for longer than he could ever remember. He could feel your tears soaking through his shirt, you shaking in his arms, and heard the quiet gasps you made as you sobbed. It all grounded him to the moment. He caught whiffs of your shampoo and perfume and it brought back flashbacks to the fields.

He remembered holding you like this before, but this time he was the one comforting and ripping you apart. He could only take shallow breaths as he tried to calm himself. He would do you no good by starting to cry as well.

Time passed so slowly he was surprised when he saw the first flickers of the sun coming up. He realized that you had long fallen asleep, exhausted from your catharsis. Gently, he wrapped you in your blanket and picked you up bridal style, tucking your head into his chest. He walked slowly to your room, not wanting to wake you and so he could keep holding you.

Walking through the threshold of your room, he set you down and wrapped the comforter around you. You mumbled incoherently and he stilled for a moment. You wrapped your arms around his left and pulled him down to you, something along the lines of “stay with me” left your lips.

He stayed frozen, unsure of what to do. He knew you were pretty much asleep so you probably did not know what you said. He tried to removed his arm from your grip gently and you held on even tighter.

“Please, stay with me медведь” and his heart leapt at the nickname. He was slipping next to you and wrapping you against him in an instant. He was tired of fighting with himself, of keeping you away when all he wanted was this. You close and safe with him. He tried to stay awake a little longer to savor this feeling, but all too soon he was drifting away.

Past

You sat in the back of the car in silence. You couldn’t stop picking at the bottom of your dress and glancing nervously over at the soldat. He never even glanced your way, training his murderous stare into the back of the seat in front of him.

You had been out on a mission tonight, part 6 in the greater scheme. The overall mission was to take down a hydra like organization that was starting to take root. Tonight, you were supposed to try and get access to their files.

The one they suspected to be the head had a gala and you were both sent in. Clad in a formfitting and low dress and a suit with gloves, you both had tried different ways to get into the main frame. It wasn’t until you seduced the son of the organization and had almost blown your cover that you succeeded.

Now sitting in the back of the town car, you could feel the tension rolling off of the soldat. As soon as the car stopped in front of the compound, he stalked away. You slowly followed in, scarred of what the superiors would say. You stopped next to him as you faced the handlers.

“Good job tonight Y/N” Ivan, the head handler, smiled creepily. You smiled slightly, surprised at the praise.

“I think you gave us a good in. The head of ABA is holding more galas, you will be the mysterious and alluring young women that his son will get infatuated with. It is the perfect cover and good way to get even closer” he smirks.

Next to you the soldat tenses, but you can barely register that. You were going to have to stand there and pretend to like it when Fyodor touched you. You were going to have to spend more time with him and his slimy hands and that feeling made you sick to your stomach.

You were torn out of your thoughts when the soldat started yelling.

“You can’t make her do that!” he shouts.

The room becomes eerily quiet. You glance from handler to handler, trying to gage their reactions as the asset looks on menacingly.

“She can and she will. Do not make us wipe you again Soldat. What we are doing is for the better of the organization and world.” Ivan spits out and dismisses the both of you.

Your heart's still pounding as you enter your room and carefully take off the dress. Why was the soldat all of a sudden so rebellious? What would wiping him do?

You try laying in bed, but you know sleep will not come tonight. You need more answers and the only person that can give them to you is unstable at the moment. But, you think back to his blue eyes and you know he would never hurt you. You sneak through the small hallway and pause at his door.

There was no light underneath the door, but you knew he would be awake. You slip in and find him staring at you from his bed. WIthout realizing it, you go to sit next to him. So closely that your fingers and arms touch. His eyes were trained on you as you moved and now his face was so close to yours, you were losing your nerve.

“You need answers” he states lowly.

You try swallowing and nod slowly, cursing how well he knows you in your head. It’s quiet for a moment longer before you break it.

“For every answer you give, I’ll give you one as well” you bargain.

He looks over you, judging if this was a good idea. He knew you would never tell the handlers anything, but he was afraid that this would push you away from him. He nodded and you smiled as he repeated your gesture.

“Why are you so reckless all of a sudden?” and you can tell he’s thinking how to answer.

“I was trying to protect you. I saw how you shuttered when Fyodor touched you. ” he slowly says, seeing your reaction. Your cheeks heat up and you're glad that there is only moonlight illuminating the room today.

“Thank you, but I can take care of myself. Can’t get you in trouble now” you smile shyly at him. He gives a small smile back before thinking.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” he breathes.

“Why would I be? They are forcing you to kill, it’s them that are the monsters. You are nothing but kind.” you answer instantaneously. He can feel his heart thaw even more at your answer.

“What is wiping?” you ask and he shifts uncomfortably next to you.

“When… When I become… disobedient… they sit me in a chair. It does something to my brain so I can’t remember anything, who I am, or even my own name. It’s how they force me to comply with them”.

You don’t realize that you’re crying until he reaches his right hand up to wiping some of them.

“Do you remember before the Red Room?”

“I remember the faces of people, my mom, my dad, I think I had an older sister. I’m not sure. I remember the sky and the sound of laughter, but that’s it.” you breathly speak. “Do you remember anything?”

He closes his eyes and takes a moment. “I’m starting to. Whenever they leave me alone for a while I start to regain some autonomy. I can’t remember my name or anything, where I’m from, but I have flashes of a blond kid and good times. It’s been coming back faster to me though when you’re here. Makes me feel… less lonely… maybe a little bit less like a monster.”

You can’t take it anymore and you pull him close to you. He’s frozen for a few second before he wraps himself around you too. You sit there holding each other for what seems like hours before he finally releases you.

“It’s ok кукла.” he whispers as he tries to dry your tears, but the new nickname makes them run faster. You look at him questioningly and he just shrugs. “Something I remember calling pretty dames like yourself.”

“Soldat” you whisper and realize it’s the first time you call him that.

“Please… please do not call me that. Not you.” he beggs.

“Ok, медведь.” you breathe out and it’s his turn to question you.

“You remind me of a bear. Strong and deadly, but if you can show it enough love, they’ll turn into loving and kind creatures. Like a teddy bear.” you explain and he swears his heart lept out of his chest.

“I want to leave. To escape this place” you confess.

“You know that’s impossible? You do not leave hydra or the Red Room unless you are dead” he reprimands.

“I know. But don’t you ever want to live a normal life? To remember who you were before they wiped you? To not be scared of every move you ever make?” and your voice starts to rise. He tries to sooth you now by rubbing your back as your head rests on his chest.

“I want that too кукла. But I’d rather you be alive and miserable than dead.” You’re not sure how to respond, your heart giving a tight squeeze, so you just burrow yourself deeper into him. After a few minutes, he lays the both of you down and you count his breathing. Before long you both drift to a peaceful sleep.

That’s how nights continue. One of you will sneak out of your room and into the other’s. Sometimes talking, but mostly just holding each other until sleep comes. If the handlers knew what you were doing, they didn’t say anything. You were both becoming more obedient, more willing to do whatever they said. You both believed that you were keeping the other safe this way.

Present

You wake up to the feeling of his arms around you and for a moment you think you’re still dreaming. You twist slightly to see that he is asleep and real and right next to you. A small smile graces your face before you remember the previous night. You wiggle yourself out his grasp and try to get up, but your movement has woken him up and he tightens his hold.

“Кукла” he says, voice rough with sleep.

“No.” you almost cry. “You can’t call me that. You can’t just hold me and call me that and expect everything to be ok.” you actually cry now, struggling against him. But it’s no use, he keeps his steady hold of you and rubs a hand down your back and presses his face into your hair.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” he mutters as he rocks you through your episode. When he thinks that you’ve calmed down enough, he loosens his grip and goes to look at your face. You take your chance and he feels a sharp sting on his face and hears the slap.

Taking advantage of his shocked state, you manage to free yourself and stand up.

“Let me explain” he says as he sees the panic in your eyes.

“Why? So you can tell me how you remember everything but pretended not to? The reason you tore out my heart? I think you’ve played with me enough.” you shout.

He reaches for you again, but you're ready this time and jump away from him.

“You want answers. I have them.�� he says flatly. This makes you stop for a moment and look at him. It seems that even in this incarnation of him, he’ll always be able to read you.

“I know what you’re thinking. For every answer I give, you have to give one too Кукла” he tries and he knows he’s finally got you when your shoulders slump and you sit on the edge of the bed.

“Ok. But not here.” your eyes flitting over your room.

“I know just the place” he grins and gets up. “I’ll meet you in the common room in an hour.”

He leaves your room and your jitters return. Were you really ready to hear his explanation? To give him your own answers?

Translations:

медведь- bear

кукла- doll

Part 5

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fandom-geek17 · 3 years ago

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Dear Drukkari fanfic writers,

I love and adore you! You are all cramming out fics like your life depends on it, and I live for that!

But I wanted to take this moment to encourage the writers of the mature/explicit/smut category! Keep putting out those saucy, smutty masterpieces! There aren’t as many of those out there (as with most fandoms), but I can guarantee that people swallow it whole! So keep pushing to publish those!!! Sweet and fluffy is amazing, but some variation never hurt anyone😉 I am one of those struggling to find the time to write, I feel you! I really do! But let’s push together💪

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elwenyere · 3 years ago

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Elwen’s MTH Auctions

Hello Sambucky and Stony fam! I am offering two auctions for Marvel Trumps Hate: a 5k-15k fic and an alpha/beta/cheer read.

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If you bid on my fic, you will have a chance to design your own prompt or to adapt one from the ideas and inspirations list below. I love writing shipping fics with lots of yearning; team-as-family fics with plenty of banter; or both in the same fic! I have a special soft spot for hurt/comfort, and I am a sucker for a good trope-with-a-twist. I also welcome podbids if you’d like to pool resources with a group of fandom pals. You can check out that auction here!

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And if you’d like to get more information on the kind of writing I do, you can keep reading below the cut for a non-exclusive list of prompt ideas that I’d be happy to write/adapt and for links to some of my previous fics!

Ideas and Inspiration List

The Avengers’ group chats get subpoenaed

Nurse Bucky and Reckless Firefighter Sam

North and South (Gaskell), but make it Stony

Follow-up chapters/sequel to my Sam/Bucky Edge of Tomorrow AU

Stony Two Weeks’ Notice AU

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Your favorite, much-wished-for fic!

A Selection of My Fics

Sam/Bucky

“Call Me By Your (Pet) Name” - 5 times Sam and Bucky used pet names as a joke + 1 time they used them in earnest

“Longing” - When Sam gets caught in a memory machine, Bucky goes in after him.

“With Shadows as with Solid Things“ - Sam and Bucky find each other in the Soul World, and it's impossibly dull - until it's not.

“Smize Like You Mean It” - The team watches America's Next Top Model, and it's better mission prep than you might expect.

Steve/Tony

“On One Condition“ - When someone calls in a hit on billionaire Tony Stark, Steve Rogers is assigned to protect him.

“Three Little Words” - In the branching timeline, Thor has to restart Tony's heart, and Steve hears that Bucky is alive. Some things go differently, and some things stay the same. For starters, Steve and Tony are still terrible at saying those three little words.

“Running Through My Head“ - It’s a College AU! This time featuring mutual pining, Terrible-Ex Tiberius Stone, and something called “Human Flippy Cup.

“A Very Small Grease Fire (and Other Human Disasters)" - Avengers Tower Thanksgiving ficlet with Hurt!Steve, idiots in love, and team as family

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wanderingalien142 · 3 years ago

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Dating Advice

Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: The avengers giving your boyfriend dating advice.

Word Count: 992

Warnings: fluff and eavesdropping... that’s it

Side Notes: This one is pretty straight forward, so enjoy!

Walking around the avengers compound you went to the lounge area to pick up your boyfriend. He had finished the day about an hour ago and waited until you were done but your meeting ran a little late. You were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who specialized in undercover work to gather intel so the avengers and other field teams knew what they were getting into on a mission. You had gone undercover with almost all of the avengers as pretend friends, lovers, or spouses. All except Banner and Stark really, as Bruce didn’t do well with improvising and Tony was way too recognizable. Otherwise you had been married to Natasha, sister of Steve, best friend to Clint, fiancé to Rhodey, cousin to Bucky, and girlfriend to Sam. You got to know the team pretty well even Banner and Stark as you liked to help them out in the lab, they enjoyed the company and someone who was actually interested in what they were doing.

Just as you were about to round the corner you heard some of the team talking. Stopping in your tracks you waited and listened. You were definitely the cat whose curiosity was fabled to kill them.

“No, you have to be a gentleman. Pull out the chair, pay for the meal, and walk her to her door.” you heard Steve say. Dating advice? Who was the dating advice for? Who were they trying to ask out?

“I agree, you have to show her you’re a man.” Bucky agreed. Smiling to yourself of course the two men from the 1940’s were big on chivalry, it was sweet really.

“What? No, (y/n) won’t like that. We’re friends and we’ve worked out before. She’s tough and doesn’t like being doted on like that.” Natasha argued. So whoever the advice was for was trying to ask me out. My mouth went a little dry. You knew your boyfriend hadn't told anyone you were dating but if someone else tried to ask you out it could be a problem. He was protective and jealous, it sometimes made your job difficult.

Then Tony started, “Well regardless you should pamper her. Buy her gifts and take her out.” he paused, probably taking a drink. “But not a giant teddy bear-”

“Yeah, that one didn’t turn out too well for you, did it?” Clint teased. “Look, she probably won’t like getting pampered either. What matters is that you’re there for her.” the family man stated. He made a good point that’s what mattered to you the most.

“Look I appreciate all of the advice you guys are giving me but I think I’ll be alright. I know how to be a southern gentleman, but I won’t dote on her, I’ll do all I can to give her what she wants, and when have I ever not been there for anyone?” Sam said. So they were helping Sam with dating advice. Oh this was too good!

Knocking on the entryway you acted like you just got there by shuffling through your purse. “Ready to go? I’m so sorry the meeting ran as late as it did. Apparently I need to learn Sokovian too now.” Looking up at everyone you acted surprised. “Oh hey everyone! Sorry I didn’t know you were here. Did you want to stay here or are you ready to go?” You asked your boyfriend who was grinning like an idiot.

“No, I'm ready to go see you all tomorrow!” Sam called out. Getting up he walked toward you so you could head out to the parking lot. Everyone called out their goodbyes and you waved goodbye to them all as well.

On your way to the parking lot Sam put his arm around your waist. Looking up at him you gave him a peck on the check. He then gave you a peck on the lips and held you a little closer.

“So you still haven’t told them,” You said, “and now they’re watching us leave wondering how long this has been going on.” You both giggled.

“And you were eavesdropping on our conversation… again. How much did you hear?” Sam asked.

“I heard all the advice they gave you but that was it. Being a gentleman but don’t dote on me, pamper me, and always be by my side. They had some good ideas but you’re not doing so bad.” You summarized, Sam smiled at that, happy to hear that he had been a good boyfriend even though he knew it.

“And by now I’m sure our friends are watching and listening over the security cameras. Waiting for us to spill all the juicy details.” he said, stopping in front of a camera while you both waved.

“If you know what we want then say it bird brain!” Bucky called through the speaker system. Laughing you handed Sam the keys and gave him another kiss just to tease everyone watching.

“How about this weekend we all go out for drinks. We’ll answer all your questions. It’s been a long week anyway, we could all use a little break.” You replied going to the passenger side door but not getting in quite yet.

“Saturday night I’ll send you the address. And I am not paying for drinks!” Tony exclaimed. Of course he had to choose where you were going, he could be real picky sometimes. Giving the camera a thumbs up you got in the car. Facing Sam you both smiled.

“Honestly that went better than expected.” He said taking your hand and backing out of the parking lot.

“The real challenge will be on Saturday. Until then I have you all to myself.” Sam grinned like an idiot. He loved it when you called him yours. “We can get some takeout, then make caramel popcorn, and binge watch Lord Of The Rings.”

Glancing at you Sam squeezed your hand. “How did I end up with someone so perfect?”

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georgiapeach305132 · 3 years ago

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Man Out of Time: Chap. 36, Zemo

Charlie's POV:

The plane ride to Berlin is a long one. Most of my time I spend pretending I'm asleep. Just in a world where I can think. Being around Bucky makes me realize how much I missed him. His cocky crooked grins make me melt, and I don't like it. I've never been one to hold grudges too long, but I can't trust him with my heart. I want to so bad, but not yet, in time. When he left it was another time of going through the motions. I had to be there for my daughter. It was five months of getting Steve on a regular routine schedule. He still brings up Peggy, and I haven't been ready for that.

Steve worries about Bucky, even more so when he wasn't returning any phone calls. He would tell me to be patient, he knows how Bucky truly feels, blah blah blah. I'm lost in my thoughts when I feel a person sit in the seat beside me, sighing. Without opening my eyes, I know it's him. "What do you want Bucky?"

"Just to see how you were?" He asks, sincerely.

"I'm fine. How are you?" I look over at him. "This small talk is silly. I've seen you naked."

He inhales deeply, trying to think of something to say. "I wanted to be close to you. I know you have your own issues with Zemo."

"My issues aren't quite the same as yours. So how are you really feeling?" His eyes soften and go glossy. I want to touch him, memorize his face.

"I'm good. He can't hurt me."

"I think you seriously underestimate that man. Maybe not physically, but he's conniving. He can't be trusted. And he knows so many people. I want you to be careful." I tell him.

He looks over at me, and places a hand on my thigh. "James."

"What? I want to touch you." Another cheeky grin.

"It's not that I don't want you to. I have to be careful with you. I trust you personally. But you with my heart? This isn't something I can trust right now. We can't jump back into things the way they were. Maybe if you had some form contact for the past five months, but I got one call where you didn't even talk and no texts."

"I'm sorry. I know that's not worth anything. I thought about you every day, I just didn't think I was good enough for you or Maggie. I don't deserve you." His hand starts to move off my thigh and I place my hand on top, stopping him. His eyes shift down before meeting mine with a smile.

"Can you from now on let me decide what I deserve?" He nods, I turn my body and begin tracing his face, memorize him. God, I've missed him so much.

"Charlie..." He whispers, I pause my movements and look at him. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" He almost pouts at my face, and I let out a giggle. "That bad huh?"

"I just wasn't expecting that. I don't know if I've ever actually been on a date."

"You and Steve?" He searches me. I mean we might have had domesticated moments, but never an explicit date. I'm nearly thirty. I shake my head no. "That's a shame. I promise after this, if you want to, I'd like to take you out on a date."

"For coffee?" I ask with a smile.

"We can have that at home...I mean at your home. I would like to actually take you out. Properly." Why is he perfect?

"I would like that. If we get out of this alive. We are getting out of this alive? I have this little girl at home that's perfect, and I want to make sure she has her mom."

"Yes, doll, we're getting out of this alive." His gloved hand comes up to my face, as his thumb pets the side of me.

Behind us Sam grunts. "I like it better when you two talk in each other's minds. I don't want to hear this." He kicks at the back of my seat.

"Get some sleep, doll." Without hesitation I lay my head over on his strong shoulder, breathing in his woody scent. A scent that is quintessential James Bucky Barnes. It isn't long into breathing him in that I fully drift asleep.

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Bucky's POV:

We walk down the long white hallway at the prison. Charlie still stands in between Sam and myself. Her hand randomly flicks over to mine, reassuring me that she's not going anywhere. She knows that this won't be the easiest conversation for me.

"He's just through that corridor." The C.O. tells us.

"Alright, give us a sec." I answer. Charlie knows I want to go in alone, and she trusts my decision and even agreed. "I'm gonna go in alone." I look over Charlie at Sam, he remains calm but his eyes tell me, he doesn't like this. My hand gently comes up to Charlie's hip. "I'll be okay." I reassure her.

"I know."

"Why?" Sam asks, looking down at Charlie before returning to me.

"Because you're an Avenger. You know how he feels about that." I answer. He despises anyone enhanced, gifted, or just put on a pedestal.

"It's not like you two were known for frolickin' in the sun together." Sam doesn't agree I should go alone.

"He was obsessed with Hydra. We have a history together. Trust me. I got it."

"Charlie, you okay with this?" He looks down at my hand on her hip, before meeting back up to her eyes.

"Yes. I think Bucky is fully capable of handling this, Sam. Trust him, and if you don't want to trust him, trust me." He nods down at her before meeting my eyes again.

I give Charlie's hip a squeeze and go to Zemo. The C.O. ushers me through more hallways, behind heavily locked and guarded doors, before I enter in his solitary room. Even though he's in prison, he's also alone. His own personal hell. Every day, alone. This is not the life that I would want to live. He sits on his bed; shadows cover up his face.

"Желание. Семнадцать." He stands, walking out of the shadows and closer to me. Reciting my triggers words. He doesn't scare me. They know longer hold the same power over me. "Ржавый."

"Those days are over." My face is calm and emotionless at him. He thinks he actually holds power over me.

"I know." He grimaces. He wishes he still held that power. "I just wanted to see how the new you reacts to the old words." His body stalks closer to the glass, looking deeply into my eyes. "Something is still in there." No there's not, but I feel myself react to what he says. "At least you were not conscious for most of your imprisonment." Still, it was seventy years. Seventy years of people using my body as a weapon and I had no control.

"That time wasn't exactly a picnic." Being there lead me here, to where I am. Being the Winter Soldier, changed me, but I don't think it changed me too worse. I'm different than I was in the 40s, but I'm comfortable.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry." He turns his back to me, starting to pace around his cell. "It was never personal. You were simply a means to a necessary end."

I'm tired of this back and forth, "Someone recreated the super soldier serum." He turns back to look at me, genuinely shocked. "I need to find out who."

Again, his body slowly comes to the glass, as close as he can be, despite the wall that separates us. "You are assuming Hydra has something to do with this, which is why you came to me, which means you are desperate. Luckily for you, I know where to begin."

"I don't have much time, tell me."

"Do you think it's going to be that easy? I also have the information you've been seeking." He smirks as he looks down.

"What are you talking about? I need to know who's creating the serum."

"Ah, but that's a new development. What about those memories of dear Captain Rogers' princess that plague you?" My eyes widen as I look at him. "How is she by the way? No longer with her Captain I'm assuming." I don't want to give him any more information about Charlie. He's already reading me like a book. "She's not who you think she is, and you're far from who she thinks you are."

"We're not talking about her, Zemo." He laughs, knowing he's pissing me off. We'll deal with the past later.

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Bucky's POV:

"What are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta jail?" Sam asks as I lead them through the dark garage. Following directions with utmost precision. "Where the hell are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?"

Our flashlights shine through the darkness, creating small beams of light, and obscuring our line of vision. Charlie follows closely behind. I watch her eyes dart around as she's trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

"We have no leads, no moves, nothing." I answer, trying to keep my knowledge of everything that's happened out of the forefront.

"Bucky, you want to explain what's going on?" Charlie asks looking around.

"What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars." Sam huffs out.

"We also have eight super soldiers that are loose." I completely ignore Charlie's question.

"Zemo's gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offense." Sam tells me.

"Charlie, help me." I wave my hand for her to come closer. I don't need her help; I just want her closer. I spent five months being away from her, for my own stupid reasons.

"Yeah, of course." She answers shining her flashlight in Sam's face with a smile. I finally reach the switch and turn on the lights. We all look around at our surroundings. Charlie's eyes narrow at me. "Where are we?"

"Super soldiers go against everything he believes in." I ignore her, smiling when she scowls at me. "He is crazy, but he still has a code."

"Yeah, and I've been on the wrong side of that code, Buck, and so have both of you. He blew up the UN, when he sent you into soldier mode you tried to kidnap Charlie, nearly killed Steve. He killed King T'Chaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about it? It's a rhetorical question. They didn't. I know why this matters to you, but it's pushing you off the deep end." Sam clearly is frustrated.

"Sam, we don't know how they're getting the serum. We don't even know how many of them there are. Look, let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?"

Charlie looks around the room before facing just me. Her eyes show that she too is worried. Sam paces around the garage, still trying to figure out where we are. "What did you do?" She stares up at me. Her mom voice is coming through.

"I didn't do anything." My head shakes at her.

"Bucky?" Again, mom voice. Her arms cross as she juts out a hip, eyes narrowed at me.

"The weakest point in any system isn't the software, the hardware, it's the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, it's nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond."

"You've thought an awful lot about this." Her eyes glare up at me. I find it more comical than anything.

"So why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment?" Sam asks furrowing his brows.

"Who knows? There could be many reasons...but the point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated and with all those bodies flying around left and right, it wouldn't be hard to slip down a hallway or two."

"You needed me to sleep, so you could think about your plan to break Zemo out! I can't believe you." I smile down at Charlie at her realization of what I accomplished.

"And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated...someone could use the chaos to their advantage."

"I don't like how casual you're being about this." Sam's head tilts as he too has figured out this isn't hypothetical at all. "This is unnatural. Are you..."? His head shakes around taking in our surroundings again, "And where are we, man?"

"I would like to know, too." Charlie's finger pokes at my chest. "Still ignoring me, James?" She casts in my head before my eyes meet hers, "I could always talk dirty in your mind, distracting you until you tell me where the hell we are."

"Don't..." I frown. "don't start something you can't finish."

A door opens in the distance, Sam glowers over there, Charlie sensing who's entering in moves in front of me and Sam, separating us. We watch as his figure comes closer, and then it dawns on Sam, "Whoa. Whoa. Whoa."

Sam runs towards him, and Charlie and I follow. "No, listen." Again, she makes sure her body is planted in between me and Sam. "Im not going to kill him." I try to make her see I'm not going to do anything to Sam.

"I'm not worried about what you will do to him. I'm worried about what he will do to you."

"What are you doin' here?" Sam shouts at Zemo.

"I didn't tell you 'cause I knew you wouldn't let this happen." I try to calm him. Charlie faces him with her hands on his chest.

"What did you do?"

"We need him, Sam."

"Did you know?" He looks down at Charlie.

"She didn't." I answer. She's just good at putting my puzzle pieces together.

"You're going back to prison!" He shouts pointing his finger. Charlie could easily calm him, but she hates manipulating any of us without our consent.

"If I may..." Zemo interjects.

"No!" We all three shout at him. He nods, realizing he needs to just let this ride out.

"When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your neck out for me. I'm asking for you to do it again." Charlie pushes Sam a bit further back from me, and I place a comforting hand on her hip. I love having her so close.

"I really think I'm invaluable..." Zemo answers from the side.

"Shut up." Sam's gaze meets his. If looks could kill. His focus is back on me. He pulls Charlie's hands off of him, "Okay." Looking back down at her nodding he repeats, "Okay. If we do this, you don't make a move without our permission."

"Fair." Zemo answers.

"Okay, Zemo." Sam's eyes study my face, taking in every inflection I have while looking at me. Even though he's agreeing he wants to make sure I'm okay. That my mind is okay. "Where do we start?" Zemo smiles over at us. Charlie shifts a little.

"You okay, doll?"

"Yes. Are you?" I nod looking down at her hazel eyes. There's more. "He just makes me uncomfortable. If there is any moment you can't handle any of this, you'd tell me, right?"

"Yes, I'm not leaving you in the dark anymore."

"James, don't make promises you can't keep."

"I won't."

Zemo laughs looking between us, seeing our interactions before he spins, turning on more lights. Sam looks around, "So our first move is grand theft auto?" Sam quips.

"These are mine. Collected by family over the generations. I spent years hunting people Hydra recruited to recreate the serum." I pull Charlie's hand as I look amongst all the old luxury cars. Bringing me back into another time. "Because once it's out there, someone can create an army of people...like the Avengers." He smirks over to Sam before leaning in a car and grabbing out a bag. We watch intently, not fully trusting the man.

"I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished. To do this, we'll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes."

"Well, join the party. We've already started." Sam is not letting him get off easy.

"First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.

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Charlie's POV:

Mostly silent we travel to a private jet. Setting this near impossible plan in motion. "So, all this time you've been rich?" Sam asks, dramatically throwing his hands in the air. He is slightly in front of us, but still, I wind up in the middle of him and Bucky every time. Makes me feel safe.

"I'm a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country." He speaks Russian to what I'm assuming is his butler as we near the stairs to the jet. Sam follows behind Zemo, and the butler takes my hand kissing it, telling me something in Russian, not understanding I smile at him. Bucky's hand goes tight on my hip as he pushes me up the stairs.

"What was that about?" I cast to him.

"Nothing. He just called you, princess." Bucky goes silent. He still isn't a fan of anyone calling me that. I've heard it so often that the word is almost pointless.

Taking our seats in the plane, Bucky and I sit across from one another, our eyes constantly meet, and I can't help but smile at him. He's so much more reserved than he once was. His hands constantly covered. I quite enjoy seeing his metal hand. Zemo annoyingly sits beside me. The butler hands a drink to Zemo, "The fridge is out but I will see if there is some good food in the galley." Him and Zemo share a few words before he laughs, "It's good to have you back sir," he responds as he walks away.

"You don't know what it's like to be locked in a cell. Oh, that's right. You do." He looks between Bucky and Sam before meeting my eyes with a smile.

"Why don't you tell us about where we're going?" Sam asks gaining Zemo's aggravating smile from me. I don't know what it's like to be in a cell, maybe he hates me for that. Sam has been in an underwater cell. Bucky was in a cell for seventy years.

"I'm sorry. I was just fascinated by this." He flicks open a book, the mocking tone he uses leads me to believe he's up to no good. "I don't know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?" Quickly Bucky bolts over to him, fury in his eyes as his metal hand wraps around his throat. Sam adjusts his position. I hold mine, knowing he was reading something of Bucky's.

"If you touch that again, I'll kill you." He whispers to him. Zemo nods, knowing full well Bucky could kill him in an instant in hundreds of different ways. He sits back down, his eyes still locked in on Zemo.

"I'm sorry. I understand that list of names. People you've wrong as the Winter Soldier."

"Don't push it." Bucky's voice is steady, but he's serious.

"You, okay?" His eyes are beside me.

"I'm fine."

"I've seen that book. It was Steve's when he came out of the ice. I told him about 'Trouble Man.' He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What'd you think?" Sam smiles at Bucky, trying to lighten the mood. I watch as his jaw tenses up.

Bucky finally looks over at Sam, "I like 40s music, so..."

"You didn't like it?" Sam's face is so serious. I can't help but smile. I've grown to love that soundtrack myself. It was one of Steve's favorites to listen to as he cooked.

"I liked it." Bucky looks at Sam still serious, before looking back at me, while I try to hold in a laugh.

"It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience." Zemo says calmly looking at Bucky.

Exasperated Sam turns to Bucky, "He's out of line, but he's right. It's great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye."

"I like Marvin Gaye."

"Steve adored Marvin Gaye, right Charlie?" He looks over at me.

I nod, "Especially when he cooked. Very badly cooked." Bucky's eyes look back out the window. I shouldn't have brought up domesticated life with Steve, but it happened.

"You must have really looked up to Steven. But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America's Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals. Some individuals really put them on pedestals, even loving them too much." His eyes look over to me.

"Watch your step, Zemo." Sam warns him.

"They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right?" His gaze goes to Bucky, and Bucky moves his eyes to my hands, not wanting to look into my eyes, but look at me, "As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull? That is why we're going to Madripoor."

"What's up with Madripoor? You guys talk about it like it's Skull Island." Sam asks. He seems to be the only one who can speak to Zemo calmly. I want to smack him.

"It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s." Bucky answers, finally speaking and meeting my eyes.

"It's kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone." Bucky's eyes fall back to my lap. "Charlotte, so tell me, exactly which soldier had the most flaws? I'm guessing Steven isn't as perfect as people think."

My head shoots over to him, "Watch how you talk to her." Sam's voice is authoritative.

Now that he has my attention again, he smiles over at Bucky before coming back to me, "You two been able to fit together your memories?"

"What are you going on about Zemo?" I ask him, getting more annoyed.

He reaches over and pulls out a file with the Hydra symbol on the front. I look towards Bucky, and I see tears well up in his eyes. "C. Allen. That's the second time I've seen that today. I have the answers you seek, Charlotte."

"Keep it." I stand walking away.

Before I leave, I hear his slimy voice. "She must really love you, James. Especially since she's not curious as to what's in this file. Have you figured it out yet? Or both of you want to continue to stay in the dark. It's one of Hydra's best kept secrets. Their most successful wiping of a brain, well brains."

"Shut up." I hear Sam huff out and I hear feet shuffle closer to me.

Bucky follows me into a room towards the front, "Charlie..."

"I don't want to know what's in that file. It's not going to change anything."

"What if it does?" His eyes search mine as he places a hand on my cheek, using his thumb to soothe me.

"What good could come out of it?" His eyes continue to roam my face. "I would rather us put it together without using a file, one of Hydra's sick files. Do you remember anything?"

"Just that you were younger. At one point, much younger, a child."

"Why was I there?" I look up at him. Our eyes never leave one another.

"I don't know. Knowing Hydra, they wanted to use you. They obviously knew about your powers."

"I didn't develop them until I worked with Wanda."

Sadness crosses over his face, "Zemo said it was their most successful wiping. You could have had powers there, but they wiped you, you wouldn't remember."

I look up at his perfectly piercing steel blue eyes. I want to know, but I'm not ready for that. I would prefer if Bucky and I could unravel that mystery together. And if we look at the file it's on our time, not Zemo playing mind games.

"What are you thinking, doll?"

"How bad I want you to kiss me right now." I have missed him. Every part of him, although I'm not ready for us to go back to how things were, I want to feel his lips. Let him know that regardless of what's in that file I want him. I want him close to me until the end of my story. I want him in my life. And I see the fear in his eyes that the truth in that file will tears us apart.

"You...you said you...we can't do this." He stutters still searching my eyes.

"Why not? You don't want to?"

"I have thought about nothing more the last five months than wanting to be with you. But you wanted to take things slow."

"It's kissing. On an ass holes jet. I'm not asking you to..."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to make a mistake or regret something. We were just talking about the fact that you were in Hydra."

"James, kiss me, please."

His thumb caresses my face as his left hand comes to my hip, pulling me closer to him. I tilt my head back looking at him as he gently brings his mouth closer to mine. I meet him halfway. Our lips connect and the past five months melt away. I forget everything that had happened from my last kiss with Bucky. I bring my hands in his hair, weaving them into his soft shorter locks, and I bring him closer to me. It almost feels like electricity kissing him. Like lightening running through my veins and connecting at our lips. I feel his tongue trace along my lips as I open my mouth to connect my tongue with his. Memorizing his taste, and how much I have missed this.

I long to be even closer to him. As if reading my mind, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. His body pushes me to the side of the plane. His lips pull away from mine as he peppers kiss along my jaw and on my neck, I push my head against the wall, panting, giving him more access to the sensitive skin. I run my fingers down his head and on his neck, where I use my finger nails to tickle along his skin. I missed this. I missed him. He knows every part of me, and knows exactly what I want without me mentioning it.

He moves his head back, smiling at me, I meet his gaze, "Charlie I lo..."

"Too soon, James." I warn him. I do love him, but we need to leave that unspoken a bit longer.

He smirks at me, "So you don't?"

"I'm not saying that. It's too soon. I missed you, missed this, we just fit together so perfectly. But I'm guarding myself from you right now."

His lips peck a kiss on mine, before coming to my forehead, "I understand. I'm not going anywhere, ever again. I'm yours." I feel my cheeks heat up as I smile at him. "However long you need me to wait, I will. We're in this together now."

"Thank you." He gives me a sweet smile and I pull him in for another kiss. His grip on me loosens as he lets me slide down my body.

"You're, okay?" I nod. "One day, we need to look at that file. I know you're curious. As am I." He has a point, but it can wait.

"One day we will. Together. Today's not the day." He nods, grabbing my hand and leading us back to our seats.

"You two look like you had a nice chat." Sam smiles over at me, "I got the file from him. When you're ready."

"Thank you." I cast back at him.

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Bucky's POV:

Walking down the road that will lead to Madripoor, I feel uncomfortable with how Zemo thought the best disguise for Charlie was his call girl. She dressed in the shortest black leather shorts, making her ass cheeks peek out a bit. Her tall heels make her five inches taller; her legs were a bit wobbly at first. She shifts around watching her chest to make sure she doesn't have a boob flop out, Zemo assured her with the tape they'll stay covered. The thin white material plunges just above her belly button. In another situation I might find it hard to keep my hands off of her, but putting up the façade she stands close to Zemo.

Once we were dressed and my metal arm shined outside its shirt, no longer covered, Charlie's fingers traced up and down it. She informed me she didn't like me covering my body. That the arm makes me, me, and she thinks it's beautiful. I've never had to hide anything from her.

"You could have at least given her a bigger coat." I watch her lips; they're starting to turn purple as she shivers. I can't help but look, but I can see the outline of her nipples as she wraps her arms around herself. The coat is pointless, the thin material doesn't keep her warm, and seeing how it's cropped it still leaves her legs and ass out to the elements.

"We're almost to the car, and then she'll be fine." Zemo answers, wrapping an arm around her. Just in case we're spotted I don't touch her, but a twinge of anger and jealously rise up from the pit of my stomach.

"Bucky, I'm fine."

"You're freezing, and he's an ass hole."

"Seriously, we have to do something about this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp." Sam, ever the dramatic one.

"At least your ass and tits aren't hanging out." Charlie answers.

"Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger." Zemo replies.

"He even has a bad nickname." Sam still isn't happy. Zemo hands Sam his phone to show him a picture of the Smiling Tiger.

"Hell, he does look like me, though."

"And you my dear, are my courtesan, Poppy." Charlie rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, well, keep your hands to yourself." I caution him.

"James, we all have a part to play. I would touch a courtesan." He pauses, breathing deeply. "You smell this?"

"Yeah, what is that? Acid?" Sam asks. It isn't the most pleasant of smells.

"Madripoor." Simple answer. This isn't my kind of place. "No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error. High Town's that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way." I open the door and let Charlie slide in the middle as Zemo gets in the front.

"Let me guess. We don't have any friends in High Town." Sam states as he gets in on the other side.

I wrap my arm around Charlie trying to warm her up the best I can, thankfully the car is quite warm. I hear her breathing slow down and watch as her lips quit chattering and her body quits shivering. I hate him. Charlie's heavy makeup and false lashed eyes close as she feels me rubbing on her body, trying to create any kind of warmth I can for her.

The car moves forward as we head into the city. "Once we get closer, James, you can't touch her."

"I know, but she's freezing. She's basically naked."

"We could have arranged that for her as well." I glare up at him, but the rest of the ride is silent. Once we get closer, I unravel myself from her body and I see a cold chill rise up her body at the lack of my body heat. Motorcycles surround the car, creating a protective ride into Madripoor for Zemo.

Entering the city Charlie's arm stays intwined with Zemo. She puts on the act bringing herself closer to him, although I know she's trying to keep herself warm. Sam follows closely behind, as I bring up the rear. As much as I want to just watch Zemo with Charlie, I also scope out our landscape, just in case things go south.

I watch as Charlie, not used to the high heels, stumble a few times. His grasp on her gets a bit tighter as he holds her up from falling. There are people everywhere, all with various forms of weaponry. This can't be good.

We walk into a club, I plant myself a bit closer to Zemo and Charlie, I'm supposed to be the body guard, but I don't make any eye contact, trying to keep my distant and cold state.

"Ready to comply...Winter Soldier?" Zemo asks in Russian. Causing several people around us to take notice of me here. He leads us to the bar where we're greeted by a very large man.

"Hello, gentlemen, lady, wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger." Charlie leans up against the bar, smiling and traces circles with her fingers on the counter. I plant my body as close to hers as possible without looking suspicious.

"His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby." Zemo tells the bartender. His hand comes to the small of Charlie's back, pulling her ever so closer to him.

"The usual?" The bartender looks at Sam. He responds with a nod.

"Charlie, I give you permission that if I have to become him, that you can center me, after. Okay."

"Okay. I've got you." She lets out a little giggle as she looks up at Zemo. I want to hit him, but I also want to pull her over teased hair, and smack her ass. Focus.

We watch in emotionless horror as the bartender pulls a snake out of a jar and cuts it open to pull out an organ or guts to put in Sam's drink. Glad I'm not him. I'll take the Winter Soldier any day. Overwhelmed with the thought that he has to drink that Sam looks away.

"Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite." Zemo says with a smile.

The bartender puts the shot glass in front of Sam. He picks it up, trying not to break character. "I love these." He says over to us, trying to convince himself he can actually drink it.

The bartender places a shot glass in front of Zemo and Charlie as well. "Cheers Conrad." Everyone clinks their glasses together, before leaning back and taking the shot. Sam hesitates as Zemo and Charlie put their glasses down. Charlie has to look back up to Zemo to let a giggle out as she rubs her finger on his jaw. Good save.

Sam finally drinks the shot and gives the bartender a thumbs up, I just have to keep my eyes off him. I want to bust out laughing. Another man comes up behind, pulling Charlie off Zemo, before he makes Zemo turn and look at him. "I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here." He spits at him.

"I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me..." He uses his hand to gesture over to me. Stone faced I look at the man.

"New haircut?" He asks.

"Or bring Selby for a chat." He reaches over pulling Charlie back by his side as the man walks away.

"A power broker? Really?" I ask him.

"Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar."

"Do you know him?" Sam asks.

"Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner." He spins around, getting a view of another man coming up to us. He starts speaking Russian to me, "Winter Soldier." His hand brings Charlie to him. My eyes go blank. "Attack." The man pushes Charlie out of the way before slapping a large hand onto Zemo's shoulder. He touched her; I'm going to enjoy this.

As if by muscle memory my body reacts, favoring my left arm. I grab at his hand, squeezing it, surely breaking a few bones. I look back at Zemo, my eyes only for a second meet Charlie's and I throw the man to the ground. He screams out grabbing at his shoulder. Another man comes forward, trying to attack, but I get the upper hand. It takes a second before I kick him over into other people, as he lets out a pained groan. I kick at him again, for good measure.

More and more people come to assault me and with very little effort I throw all of them off me. One man comes forward and I pick him up by the neck and sling him down on the table, constricting his airways. I freeze, feeling the air leave his throat, and all around me guns begin to cock.

I feel Sam's arm slap on my metal arm, "Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us." Zemo whispers to him.

"James, I'm here. Breathe." Her sweet voice casts into my mind, "You're James Bucky Barnes. Relax."

My mind comes back into focus. I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James Bucky Barnes. I hear Zemo's voice speak in Russian. Stay in character, "Well done, Soldier."

My eyes focus on the shocked bar tender. "Selby will see you now." He tells us.

"Thank you." Zemo pulls Charlie's arm as he guides her away, I feel her lightly brush against me as I smell her sweet floral scent, grounding me even further.

"You good?" Sam asks me. I inhale sharply, glancing at him for mere seconds before stalking after Charlie and Zemo. I am fine.

We walk into the room where this Selby is. She looks amongst our crew, eyes lingering on Charlie and myself. I stand frozen, while Charlie rubs on Zemo's arm. "You should know, Baron. People don't just come into my bar and make demands." Her fingers tap on the armrest of her chair, annoyed by our presence.

"Not a demand, an offer." He sits on the couch opposite her, pulling Charlie onto his lap.

"A lot has changed since you were here last." Her gaze finds me as I plant myself behind Zemo. "By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?"

"People like us always find a way, don't we? I'm sure you've already figured out what I'm here for." His hands rub on her thighs, I look down before I have to look anywhere but his hands on her.

"You're taller than I'd heard, Smiling Tiger." Selby points a finger at Sam, but her eyes stay on Zemo, before slowly moving to him. Sam just nods. She purrs over to him. "What's the offer?" She smiles, eyes back on Zemo, as they travel down to Charlie's body.

"Tell us what you know about the super soldier serum." He pushes her off his lap and walks over to me. Walking around me, showing me off like cattle. "And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course." I watch as her eyes light up. Zemo's hands cup my chin, showing how controlled I am, "He will do anything you want."

"Now that's the Zemo I remember. I'm glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right." Zemo sits back down on the couch, tapping his lap and Charlie crawls back on him. Selby smiles at the interaction. "The super soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank. Or...condemn, depending on what side of this you're on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but...things didn't go as planned." She laughs, watching too intently at Zemo's hand rubbing on Charlie's thigh.

"Is Nagel still in Madripoor?" Zemo asks.

"Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don't think you can find Nagel without me." She stalks closer, her hand goes to Charlie's face as she traces along her cheek, "Although, throw in the whore and you might can get a few more crumbs. What fun I could have with her and the soldier." Her face contorts and sneers thinking about all the torturous ways she could make me hurt Charlie.

Before Zemo can agree vibrations from Sam echoes through the room. Selby's hand drops from Charlie's face as she spins to face Sam. It's his fucking personal phone. "Answer it." She tells him. "On speaker." My body turns towards him. Selby's armed guard comes right behind Sam, finger already on the trigger.

"Hello?"

"Hey, um, we need to talk about this situation. It's been drivin' me nuts."

"What situation exactly are you talkin' about?"

"Are you high? You know what situation, it's the only situation me and you have." Selby begins circling around me, and I stand as frozen as possible.

"What situation, Sarah? Say it."

"The damn boat. And watch your tone. Okay? I let you slide at the bank."

"The bank. Yeah." Selby stalks closer to Zemo and Charlie, she runs her fingers up Charlie's arm as she walks past. "Laundered so much...yeah, they'll come around."

"If that was the case, then why'd they dog you out, Big Time?"

"Yeah, you damn right I'm Big Time. You'll see when I have that banker killed."

"Cass! What'd I tell you about the Cheerios? I don't have time for this! Sam, I'm sorry. I'll call you back." Shit. Dammit to hell.

"Sam?" Selby looks at him. Our cover is officially blown. I watch as Charlie's fingers push on her bracelet as she pulls over the gauntlets pointing it at Selby. "Who's Sam?" Her eyes see Charlie with her hand pointed at her. "Kill them!"

Before anyone reacts, a window busts and Selby falls to the floor. Charlie stands up off of Zemo, as everyone looks at the dead Selby. An armed guard comes up to Sam and he slings his arm, knocking the guard to the ground. The guard behind me goes to point a gun towards Zemo and Charlie. I grab it with my metal arm as he pulls the trigger. My hand blocks every one of the bullets. I push the gun back towards his face knocking him out.

Charlie covers her hand with the other gauntlet as we all stalk towards the door, "They're gonna pin this on us." Sam says.

"We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead." Leave the weapons? I listen as cell phone after cell phone beeps.

"Leave the gauntlets on, doll." She nods her head, as I take her hand in mine. We walk through the city. Trying to keep our heads down and walk fast. I'm almost having to drag Charlie in her big fucking heels.

"This is not good." Zemo says as we continue our fast walking. Lights in the streets go out as we hear gunshots.

"Shit!" Sam shouts.

"Come on." I pull at Charlie's hand as Sam follows.

"I can't run in these heels!" Sam shouts.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Sam?" Charlie shouts. She definitely has it worse, but somehow her movements are smoother when running. All around, the city wakes up as they all search for us.

I hear motorcycles behind us, and then gunshots in front, killing the man on the bike. We all pause looking around. Zemo comes out of the shadows, "You seem to have a guardian angel."

"Well, this is too perfect." A new voice, but one we all remember. Holding a gun up, emerging from the shadows is Charlie's favorite person, Sharon Carter, "Drop it, Zemo." Charlie's hand immediately points at Sharon. She's waited for an opportunity to shoot her; I know the gauntlets won't do any real damage.

"Sharon?" I ask, just to make sure. Judging by the woman to my right's behavior, that's exactly who she is.

"You cost me everything." She comes closer to Zemo, she aims to kill him.

"Sharon, wait." Sam says moving closer to her.

"Charlie, make her put the gun down."

"What the hell? Get out of my fucking head!" Well, that didn't go according to plan. She can't control everyone.

"Someone recreated the super soldier serum and Zemo had a lead." Sam continues to try and calm her.

"That explains why you guys are here, and Selby's dead."

"So, what are you doing here?" My hand goes to Charlie's hip as I trace circles on her. Her defensive stance hasn't eased up.

"I stole Steve's shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass, and your arsenal of weapons, so you guys could save his ass from his ass." Sharon easily explains what happened back then. Very simplified version of events. "Unlike you I didn't have the Avengers to back me up. So, I'm off the grid in Madripoor." Sharon drops her gun, but Charlie is still pointed right at her. Sharon chuckles and shakes her head at Charlie.

"Don't blow that smoke at me. We were on the run, too." Sam tells her. Charlie's stance begins to slightly relax.

"Was. Is. Big difference. I don't speak to my family anymore. I can't. My own father doesn't know where I am."

"Listen, Sharon, we need your help." She laughs, and Charlie finally drops her hands. Thankfully. "Please."

She sighs before saying, "This isn't over. I have a place in High Town. You should be safe there for a while."

I pull at Charlie's arm and we're off again, "Don't be so hard on her. She probably hates you, too."

"I don't want to talk about it Bucky. We're safe. You're safe."

"Put your gauntlets back up. How do you hold my metal hand?"

"It feels nice. And safe."

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helloprettybb · 4 years ago

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I’m so mad because I accidentally deleted orders and I wrote it so long ago that I don’t remember how to rewrite it. So here’s a smut that I hopefully won’t delete.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

description: you and steve were friends with benefits. and that’s it, until you say something that fucks it up.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, but fluffy ending under the cut.

word count: 2.1k

In a moment of ecstasy and bliss, you said it. Usually, you were very self-aware and always thought before you spoke, but for some reason, your mind disconnected from your mouth. In your defense, anyone would lose themselves a little if Steve’s dick was buried into them while his hand held their shoulder down toward the mattress. His other hand gripped your waist roughly, but you liked it that way. When you started your agreement, you made it clear that it was only a fuck. It wasn’t making love, but rough, hot sex that leaves you keening and Steve wanting more.

The impersonal, fast fucks became a regular routine for both of you, but at some point, the line between friendship and something more began to blur. Instead of leaving after the deed was done, Steve began hanging around. It started with him just cleaning you up and if needed, picking you up and bringing you to your bed. But lately, he’s stayed around for hours just talking. You told yourself that he was just being friendly, but also, friends didn’t constantly shove their dicks inside their friend.

It had been a good day for the most part. The last donut was available, Nat didn’t take you down too hard during training and you even beat her in one round. The day was made even better when you received two light taps on your thigh during dinner. When you and Steve started your tryst, you established a code for when you wanted to meet. When you felt his soft fingers on your bare thighs, you had to contain your smile as you took a drink from your glass.

Eleven o’clock rolls around and as expected, you hear a knock on your door. You quietly give him permission to enter and he opens the door. Closing it behind him, Steve takes no time and instantly kisses up and down your neck. It’s hot and heavy, but you still yearn for him to move up to your lips. He never does and you know why, but still, a girl can dream.

He moves you back onto the bed and you let him flip you onto your stomach. You’re only wearing an oversized shirt and thin panties, knowing they’d be quickly torn off. You could usually tell Steve’s mood by how he takes off your clothes. Today, his rushed, frenzied pushing of fabric and tearing of panties tells you that he’s in no mood to talk. You let him take all your clothes off, lifting up when needed until you’re bare underneath him. Steve removes his hands from you to take off his own clothing and something inside you wants to beg him to touch you again. Luckily it doesn’t take long before his one hand is on your hip. The other is probably guiding his cock toward your pussy. You feel him begin to press and you bite your lip to prevent a moan from slipping out. Whether or not Steve heard the small murmur beneath him, he continues and in one slow stroke, thrusts himself inside you, causing your moans to overlap. The initial stretch always stings a little, no matter how often you two have sex. Early on, you realized that neither of you had the patience for foreplay, so the stretch has become normal. You didn’t complain and if you had to admit, it made his dick feel even better.

Steve waits his usually couple of seconds before beginning consistent thrusts. The bed starts moving at his weight and you pray that the soundproof walls are strong enough to block the rhythmic thumping. Steve’s one hand stays at your hip while the other rests at the base of your neck.

By now, you know what he likes, so you moan out, “Faster, Steve. Please.” He would have gone faster anyway, but hearing you beg spurs him on even more. His slow, deep pace quickens until his hips snap against your ass. The sounds from between your legs are like a porno and again, you mentally thank Tony for making all the residential rooms soundproof.

Your quiet moans and soft breathing turn into loud whines and pleas. “That feel good, baby? Like feeling my cock buried in that tight pussy?” Steve asks. His dirty talk has immensely improved since you first started and you clench around him. Steve’s grunts are interrupted by a longer moan and you know that he’s close. You feel yourself getting a little hazy, so lost in pleasure that you feel your eyelids flutter.

Between Steve’s pounding and your clit being rubbed against your mattress, you feel yourself start to reach your peak. He probably feels it too as he grips your hip a little harder and pushes you down a bit more. A few more thrusts and you’re done for. You scream as your release finally comes.

Steve keeps going, now chasing his own high. The hazy feeling intensifies and you feel disorientated. You ask loopily, “Gonna cum, daddy?”

Steve groans loudly followed by his cum shooting inside you. After he comes down from his high, Steve pulls out of you. Luckily you fucked on a mattress because you are so tired that you feel like you could pass out. You hear the jangle of Steve’s belt and like the first time you hooked up, Steve leaves immediately.

You wake up to light peeking out from the bottom sliver of your blinds. Struggling to sit up, you look down and see dried cum on your thighs. Memories of last night flood your mind making you blush a bit. Furrowing your brows, you’re confused why Steve didn’t clean you up. You’ve never told him to, but it’s become a bit of an unspoken thing to do.

You get up and feel your legs wobble. He went hard last night. So hard that the last few moments are a blur. Sex with Steve is always amazing, but something about last night made you feel extra fucked out. Shakily walking to the bathroom, you clean yourself up before heading downstairs for breakfast.

Stepping out of the elevator, you, unfortunately, see Nat, Bucky, and Sam. You try to hide your shaky legs as you walk to the fridge. You greet everyone with a quick good morning before Steve walks in. He’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his already tight shirt looks like it’s about to rip off of his body. You smile at him, but he doesn’t smile back.

You think that he just didn’t see you, so you brush it off. But you become more suspicious when he tries to create as much space as possible when grabbing food from the fridge. Sometimes Steve would get away with a couple quick touches in front of the team, as it seems he can’t go a day without touching you. They’d write it off as an accident, but you knew what Steve meant. So when he avoided you like the plague, you knew something was wrong.

Throughout the day, Steve keeps a safe six feet away from you at all times. His odd behavior was especially noticeable during meals. Usually, he’d sit right beside you so he can ‘accidentally’ brush his hand against your thigh or even more. But today, he sat at the head of the table and farthest from you.

After dinner, Steve left immediately, muttering something about paperwork. Nat gave him a look that meant what the fuck is up with you, but he ignored it. Once he left the room, Nat asks, “Did you do something to piss him off?”

“No, I don’t think so,” you respond honestly. You search your brain for any reason he’s acting so weird. The thought of Steve mad at you eats at your brain and you’ve had enough.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” You ask, bursting into his room. He’s writing something, but definitely not doing paperwork as he claimed. You know it’s rude to barge in, but you need answers, “Why?” You close the door behind you and walk into his room. Steve doesn’t look up from his desk.

“I’m not,” Steve responds. You both know he’s lying, so you press on.

“Yes, you are. This morning, you wouldn’t even go near me and you didn’t even sit by me at dinner.” you protest. When you say your reasons out loud, they sound ridiculous, but you know the validity behind them.

Steve closes whatever he was writing and stands up to face you. He’s still a good seven feet away when he sighs, admitting, “It was just too much.”

Unsure what he’s talking about, you ask, “What was too much? Hooking up? If you don’t want to do it anymore, that’s fine, but I don’t want that to affect our friendship,”

“No, it’s not that.” Steve shuts you down quickly. He furrows his brow a little and asks, “Do you remember what happened last night?”

“No, not really. Everything that happened after I came is a bit foggy.” you tell him and Steve makes a face that can only be described as a mix of realization and disappointment.

“You called me...” Steve trails off as if he’s scared to say it. He clears his throat before continuing, “You called me daddy.” Your eyes widen as your jaw drops. You can’t believe you called him that. You’ve never called a man daddy. You can’t imagine what came over you to think that was okay with Steve.

“Oh my god, Steve I didn’t remember that. If that made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry. It just slipped out.” you apologize profusely.

“No, it’s not that.” Steve cuts off your apology. You tilt your head a little in confusion. “Actually, I rather liked it when you called me that.” Steve clarifies, dancing around the word. He clears his throat and adds, “I just, feel like it’s become more than sex.”

“Steve.” you don’t know what to say as you feel your mouth go dry. You were afraid of this. You thought you were the only one to catch feelings, but now he did too. This could mess up the entire dynamic of the team and you don’t know if either of you could handle that.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Steve slowly walks towards you so that there’s only a foot or two of space. You bite your lip and try to wrap your brain around this.

“If I agree, what does that mean for us?” you ask, struggling to make eye contact with him.

“It means that...” Steve starts, grabbing your hands lightly. You let him as you move your hand in his. Searching for the right words, he says, “It means that I won’t leave right after we have sex. I’ll stay and maybe even fall asleep with you. It’ll also mean that we’re not just hooking up.”

You smile at that thought. You loved Steve and he loved you, but only as friends. Anything more would be amazing. Smiling bashfully, you reply, “I’d love that.” Steve smiles his bright, beautiful smile and pulls you into a kiss. You didn’t know what it would feel like. You’ve imagined it but could never settle on something clear. But now, you know that it was everything and nothing you imagined.

His lips are soft as he kisses you gently. It’s a stark contrast to the hot and heavy sex you’re used to. He holds you in his arms like you could break as he pulls you toward him. It feels like the breath is knocked out of your lungs until quite literally, the breathe is out of your lungs and you need to pull away.

“If I knew calling you daddy would’ve gotten me this, I would’ve done it a lot sooner,” you jest. Steve rolls his eyes and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

“Do you want to stay the night? Like, sleep here with me. But not sleep with me, just y’know. Sleep... with me?” Steve asks awkwardly and you laugh at how he bumbled through that.

“Yes, of course .I’ll sleep here with you.” you reply more smoothly. You walk over to Steve drawers and take out a shirt. It feels weird stripping in Steve’s room without it leading to sex. If anything, it feels more intimate as you slip off your shirt and replace it with his.

Steve’s already under the covers as you walk over to his bed and go in. Laying you head on his chest, you tell him, “I really like you, Steve.”

You don’t have to look up to see him smile as he says, “I really like you, too.”

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