animeboysspazz

[musesinked]

@biblicallyaccuratemcu continued from x .

Since the forming of the Avengers initiative, Natasha had been one of the first fellow heroes Steve had instantly clicked with. They were different in so many ways, yet still they understood one another.

The techniques and skill that the widow had, was unbelievable for someone that hadn’t been born or enhanced with any super powers. Honestly, Capt was pretty much in awe of her.

Not a single word of retaliation had been able to make it past his lips but he was now on the floor. Her move unexpected, but damn he was impressed. Chuckling heartedly, Steve was back onto his feet in an instant. “Okay okay, point made.” Hands motioning in surrender, he had no want in returning the playful attack. “My pops always taught me, you never hit a woman.” He was old fashioned, that was no secret. “Less of the gramps, kiddo. I’m still fitter than most the young bucks around here.” He hit back playfully.

[delightindarkness]

"oops" for steve Rogers

Steve had been working out a good portion of the morning. He barely slept normally, and he found it was a good way to keep a routine.

He'd just showered off and stepped into the locker room with his towel wrapped around his hips when he rounded the corner and his gaze met Margo's.

"Jesus, Margo!" He breathed, moving back behind the row of lockers.

"Couldn't this wait? Give me five minutes. I'll get changed."

@missmargomuse

[mightiestxheroes]

Places the plate of cupcakes in front of him with a smile, “Happy Birthday, Buck. You wishing for anything in particular this year?”

@defectivexfragmented

[sonofirishseas]

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜ (Kyr to Steve during a Hydra infiltration mission?)

Rogers blinked several times, cheeks flushing faintly pink at the tease. It caught him off guard enough that he didn't immediately react to his lover rushing into danger without him.

Once he recovered though he smirked, following swiftly after him as they made their way deeper into the seemingly empty base. ""Yeah...my days on the sidelines have been over for awhile." He retorted, coming up swiftly on Kyr's right, flanking him at his below, shield ready. "So are my headliner days." he added with another small smile, harkening back to the days when he had been part of the USO shows, basically a glorified show-girl himself. "Although I might still have the tights..."

Steve's smirk turned to a grin as he had turned the tables and was now thoroughly distracting Kyr as he tried to put himself in the forefront, out pacing him in his distraction.

That was until he heard the sound of voices farther off down the wide corridor they were exploring. At once Steve put out his arm, stopping Kyr in his tracks as he pushed them both behind several heavy stacked crates, ducking into the shadows to stay out of sight, his shield at the ready.

[paragonofvirtue]

@ananthologyofsouls asked for an interaction

Steve looked around as the attack had done plenty of damage to the part of the city he was defending, but he managed to take care of the attackers that had been deployed to that part of the city. Whether the attackers were actually gone or simply had a delay in deploying more units. There was an apparent pause to where he looked around, patrolling to see if he somehow missed any threats until he crossed paths with Eve. From what he saw she looked unharmed, and wanted to keep it that way. "Please stick with me. Whoever these attackers are all over the city, and I'm sure not all of them are dealt with yet."

[frozenandhandsome-archive]

continued from X

@mr-tony-stark​

Steve felt the words wash over him, he was glad that Tony was accepting his words and not recoiling like had done before in the past. There was a irritating voice in the back of his mind, pushing him to say what he really meant but the blonde held his tongue for a moment. A knowing smile appeared on his lips at the mention of Tony’s ass being ‘bubble like’ Steve was mostly a gentleman but he would be lying if he said he didn’t notice. “Heh...maybe.” Steve followed the shorter man as he continued to speak, “Uh,...yeah a drink would be great.” He let out a tired sigh letting his body relax as he clearly wasn’t hiding it as well as he would of liked. “That obvious, huh?”

[officerwaltons]

  i’m not going anywhere. not as long as you’re in danger.  ” Peggy to Rogers

Steve’s sigh is almost comically frustrated. Telling Peggy Carter no is a delicate matter. Steve’s learning very quickly that she’s kind of like himself in that way- the more he says no, the more she digs her heels in. It’d be admirable if it wasn’t so frustrating. “Peggy,” he says, and takes her arm to pull her to the side. “It won’t be safe for you- and I-” won’t be able to focus on anything but you “-You have to stay here. Please.”

[vocesmcu]

ABOUT: Steve Rogers

NAME : Steven Grant Rogers.

NICKNAME(S) : Steve.

DATE OF BIRTH : July 4th, 1918.

BIRTHPLACE : Brooklyn, New York, USA.

GENDER : Male.

PRONOUNS : He/Him.

SEXUAL PREFERENCE : Pansexual.

RANK : Captain.

AFFILIATION(S) : United States Army (formerly), United Service Organizations (formerly), United States Department of the Treasury (formerly), SSR (formerly), Howling Commandos (formerly), S.H.I.E.L.D. (formerly), Avengers.

FACE CLAIM : Chris Evans.

// This page may be rewritten and adapted/added to over time. //

POWERS & ABILITIES

ENHANCED STRENGTH : Due to the super soldier serum, Cap has enhanced strength well beyond that of a normal human.

ENHANCED SPEED : Due to the super soldier serum, Cap has enhanced speed well beyond that of a normal human, In one scene, it was shown he is as fast as a car and can swim at well above average speed.

ENHANCED DURABILITY : Cap has been shown to be able to take considerable amounts of punishment. Even before the serum, he had a higher than normal tolerance for pain. Cap was shown to take an equally strong punch from the Red Skull and was barely phased. He also survived a plane crash and survived being frozen for decades.

HAND TO HAND COMBAT : Cap has been trained by the US military in hand to hand combat, and when combined with his strength, speed, and durability, it makes him quite formidable.

SKILLED WITH WEAPONS : Due to his military training, Cap is skilled with a variety of fire arms.

MILITARY STRATEGY : Cap was shown to have an excellent military mind, orchestrating the many attacks on the Red Skull's bases and was able to memorize the locations of these bases while looking at a map for under 30 seconds.

VERSES

POST-ENDGAME (AU)

Steve did travel back in time to return everything but when he went back to be with Peggy, he saw that she had found someone and was in a deeply loving relationship. Seeing how happy she was, Steve knew he couldn't break that up and so left her be.

Because he knew that he could not contaminate the timeline, Steve had to keep himself away from everyone that could possibly recognise who he was. So he lived out the years in a cabin (that he built and adapted himself) deep in a large forest, away from civilisation. Keeping himself from everything and all the events that transpired through the decades. Knowing he couldn't interfere.

And, apart from several conspiracy theorists, it worked. No one knew that Steve was living through decades. Not aging a day and having had no contact in decades, he barely even knew what year it was anymore.

"SKINNY STEVE" (verse name subject to change)

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

[vocesincaput-arc]

Current List Of Muses

These are the muses I currently have:

Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Gabriel (Good Omens)

Astaroth (A demon OC from Good Omens)

Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death)

Lucius (Our Flag Means Death)

Viago (What We Do In The Shadows)

Kerr Avon (Blake's 7)

James Flint (Black Sails)

Thomas Hamilton (Black Sails)

Leeloo (The Fifth Element)

Lady Sif (MCU)

Nebula (MCU)

Steve Rogers (MCU)

Howard Stark (MCU)

Helen Magnus (Sanctuary)

John Watson (Sherlock Holmes (2009 & 2011 films)

Merlin (Kingsman)

Arak (Kingsman OC)

Kaveh Veises (Fandomless OC)

Anton Markson (Fandomless OC)

I'm still writing up their things but the muse list & rules can be found here.

[musesinked]

@rayofsunshinc asked: “why  do  you  always  think  you  have  to  do  everything  on  your  own ??   ” // from Bucky for Steve .

“Bit of a pot calling the kettle black there, huh Bucky?” Chuckling in both amusement and the audacity of his best friend’s remark, Steve gave him a playful knock to the shoulder. “Same way as you do buddy. Doing it alone, means the people we care about are safe and out of harms way.”

[delightindarkness]

Steve starter for @vvolfstare @grimmusings

"Hey, come on....just listen a minute, Buck," Steve sighed, shaking his head. He felt like he was digging himself into a hole. He'd said the wrong thing. He was sure of that.

"I didn't mean it like it came out. You didn't do anything wrong. I wanna help you through this trial. I'm just saying that finding a good lawyer is more likely to help us in the long run. Make people listen to the facts we already know. I'm not just donating money to you like some charity case. I get paid well by both the government and SHIELD. Let me help you. Please..."

[biteofcherry]

Summer Garden

Ruby Garden universe

Summer vacation shenanigans with your favorite Doms. Each pairing gets their own little story that includes summer vibes, miraculous surviving of heatwave and lots of preferred spice 😏 Expect hot babes, cool water, delicious gelato and various kinks (some really borderline extreme).

There's no specific time schedule for posting, but I will drop the stories throughout the summer.

No particular order:

Sunset stripes (Dom!Lloyd Hansen x sub!reader)

A view to kill (Dom!Nick Fowler x sub!reader)

Dive under (Dom!Ari Levinson x sub!reader)

Lady of the lake (Dom!Steve Rogers x sub!reader)

Vanilla & roses (Dom!Andy Barber x sub!reader)

Under the vineyard (Dom!Bucky Barnes x sub!reader x Dom!Curtis Everett)

[sonofirishseas]

"Well, I do feel better now that you're here." (Half-sarcasm for Steve? 👀 perhaps AU where HYDRA kidnapped Loki and Steve has found him secured in an underground lab?)

Rogers stood blinking, hesitating in the otherwise empty holding cell. He gave a tentative glance around, as if he were expecting something to spring out at him because Loki was merely a distraction. But if that was the case than the main threat had missed it's dramatic queue. It seemed to be just the two of them.

Steve lowered his shield just a tad as he took in the sight of the god trapped on the other side of the glowing cell wall. It was humming with what the captain guessed was so intensely high voltage of energy. Whether it was to keep Loki in or to keep everything else out he was unsure but it seemed to be doing it's job.

"You have to be kidding me." he sighed, more to himself than the man before him. "If this is Fury's idea of a joke..."

He moved another step towards the glowing wall between him and the Asgaurdian.

"Let me take a wild guess...you tried to make a deal with HYDRA and it horribly backfired on you?" A small smirk from the blonde. "You know you and Thor both have the same knack for getting yourselves involved in things you shouldn't."

[stellar-solar-flare]

The Literary Universe Of StellarSolarFlare

Welcome to my little library of fanfiction! Please note that my blog is a 18+ only space, and all content is intended for adults only. Minors do not interact - you are not welcome here and will be blocked.

I currently have my requests CLOSED. My side blog with only fic updates is HERE.

Reblogs, comments, thoughts, asks and everything along the lines are very welcome! I also welcome constructive criticism, emphasis on constructive. My replies to things might be delayed due to life & using the queue function (although my tagging of queue posts is inconsistent at best), so it's definitely not personal if I don't reply immediately.

FIVE LATEST WORKS: Brilliant Steel - CH5: Resemblance | S. R. x OFC | Explicit kink headcanons for different versions of Steve | S. R. | Explicit fall-themed dates with Steve headcanons | S. R. | Mature Equinox - CH10: Trophy Wife | S.R. | Explicit A Fairytale Of A Disaster - CH3: The Royal Castle | S.R. | Explicit

Latest Sunday WIP Update: 29th of September 2024.

About my writing:

mostly Steve Rogers x Reader and Steve Rogers x OFC (some Bucky Barnes /Reader and Tony Stark/Reader thrown in too!)

Readers that tend to be described as smart, intelligent, slightly socially awkward types that often have STEM-related jobs in-universe.

romance, romantasy, and healthy relationships, usually combined with an action-adventure plot.

Slow Burn, Protective Steve Rogers, Idiots In Love, Mutual Pining, Forced Proximity, Pretend Relationship, Chosen Family, Fluff & Hurt/Comfort, and Fix-Its.

If you were around during the 'Everyone lives at the Tower' era, I never really left that place: Most of my work takes place in an AU where SHIELD fell right after the events of the first Avengers movie, and something called The Avengers Initiative, funded by Tony and strategically led by Steve took its place.

I am a longfic person at heart. For logistical reasons, my really long longfics live on my AO3 - the links on this list that lead to AO3 have a little (AO3) after them. I don't have plans to post all my past work onto tumblr, but my fics on AO3 are open for guests, and guests can leave comments too. I will also make a post on tumblr when I update a story that is on AO3.

HALL OF FAME - my own favorites!

For Centuries (AO3) | Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader | Explicit

As the only daughter of King Howard Stark of Richford, you have always known that you are expected to eventually enter into a political marriage. When King Howard attempts to save his kingdom by marrying you off to the conqueror of half the world, you accept the responsibility bestowed on you. But as you arrive at the court of Emperor Steven the Righteous to be wedded and crowned the Empress of the Centurial Empire, your husband-to-be is not what you expected.

Reader is the daughter of Howard Stark and his second wife, who is not named or described. This is a 'From Political Marriage to Love Marriage' story, featuring lots of romantasy elements, court politics, and protective, righteous Emperor Steve Rogers. The 'Touch her and I'll kill you.' vibes are strong with this one. The slowest of burns.

WIP - 18/x chapters published.

Astronomical Odds (AO3) | Steve Rogers x Reader | Explicit

When you met Steve Rogers, the spark was definitely there, and the way you two hit off made one thing lead to another. But the consequences of that night will reach a lot further than either of you thought. Because now that you're pregnant - despite the astronomical odds - you and Steve need to navigate the situation after having known each other for exactly one night (and the two and a half weeks he spent off the grid on a mission). That wouldn't be an easy thing to do, even if he wasn't a superhero and you weren't trying to become the next Nikola Tesla (or Tony Stark).

So, people really need to stop implying that this is sign you two are meant to be, because honestly, it's just a mess. And Steve really needs to stop proposing to you.

An accidental pregnancy fic with lots of chosen family themes, and Steve and Reader figuring out each other and the upcoming baby situation. Heavy on romance, fluff, and not only Steve but the rest of the Avengers, too, being protective and caring of Reader, who is a literature nerd studying to be an aerospace engineer. Features some discussion of medical realities of pregnancy, and some supersoldier biology related issues.

WIP - 24/x chapters published.

Brilliant Steel (AO3) | Steve Rogers x OFC, platonic Bucky & OFC | Explicit

The AI Head Strategist, Captain Steve Rogers's world implodes as a wave of inexplicable, supernatural events washes over the globe. The blame is quickly pinned on former HYDRA operatives, the recently de-programmed Sergeant James Barnes among them. With no good options left, Steve and Bucky go rogue in an attempt to uncover and neutralize the threat before it swallows the world whole. The problem: the brilliant mind that might be the key to solving all this belongs to a woman Steve once scorned, and she won’t be happy to find him standing at her doorstep.

In an effort to save the world, Steve and Bucky team up with a woman that Steve once thought would be much more than a teammate. In a universe much more vast and stranger than anyone ever thought, they’ll have to learn to rely on each other — wits and gifts and weirdness and all — to keep said world on its rails.

WIP - 5/x chapters published.

LONGFICS

A Fairytale Of A Disaster | Steve x Doctor!Reader | Explicit

Reader has been stood up by her Valentine's Date. Or has she? Romance, fluff, meet-cute, hurt/comfort. WIP, 3/4.

Equinox (AO3)| soft dark mob boss Steve Rogers x superpowered Reader | Explicit

When you’re caught in the crossfires of a war brewing underground, Steve does what he has to. And as you get pulled deeper into his world, it may very well turn out that starlight can scorch, too. A dark romance story about a woman scorned and a man who is so much more than he seems. WIP, 10/x.

Volatile | Steve Rogers x Scientist!Avenger!Reader | Explicit

Reader has been subjected to an aphrodisiac while on a mission. Steve and the medical team attempt to find a solution. Smut with feelings, eventual fluff, eventual happy ending. Complete, 3/3.

ONESHOTS

(Headcanons and drabbles have their separate list HERE.)

Warmth | Steve Rogers x Chronically Ill Reader | Mature

Steve is the most caring husband and the best heating pad in the world. Even on the bad days when you don't feel easy to love. Hurt/comfort, established relationship, protective Steve Rogers. 1,771 words.

Worthy | Steve Rogers x Reader | Mature

You and Steve Rogers have been dating for a year. When a journalist is out to get you, you will have to stand together and come out stronger. Romance, angst with a happy ending, fluff & hurt/comfort, protective Steve Rogers. Reader has past trauma and unspecified mental health issues. 2,045 words.

(This list is a work in progress and will be updated as I publish more things on tumblr!)

My taglist is open! Drop an ask / reply / reblog and I'll add you on (must be 18+ to join). Let me know if you'd like to be tagged to all fic, Steve fic, just a specific story, etc.

[golden-ariess]

To The Moon & Back

Pairing: Stalker!Artist Steve

Warnings: Stalking, Manipulation 18+

His Muse Masterlist

| A/N: Surprise, surprise. I had inspiration for the first time in nearly two years. I hope y'all enjoy this ✨

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You read the message again, each word feeling like it was scraping against your skin. How could the person you once loved so deeply become the one you feared most? It didn’t seem possible. You had thought, once, that your love was invincible, that it could weather anything. But Steve’s darkness was something you never anticipated, something that grew in the shadows of his mind until it took over everything else.

You folded the note in half, then again, and tucked it into the side pocket of your bag. You told yourself you’d throw it away later, but a part of you knew you wouldn’t. Even now, when you felt nothing but dread at the thought of him, the memory of who he used to be still clung to you, haunting like a ghost you couldn’t shake.

It wasn’t just the notes, or the roses, or even the sketches—each one more haunting than the last. It was the feeling that he was always there, watching from the distance, just out of sight. You’d feel the prickling of eyes on your back as you walked through the parking lot at night, or the faint rustling of leaves outside your window when you knew no one should be there.

But the worst were the dreams. Dreams where his face would change, morphing into something unrecognizable—twisted, desperate. He’d reach for you, and you’d wake up gasping, sheets tangled around your legs as you fought to break free from the memory.

Once, you had believed in soulmates. Now, you were just trying to find a way to break the ties that bound you to him.

The police had told you that there wasn’t enough evidence to issue a restraining order. The flowers, the notes—none of it was explicitly threatening. “He’s just trying to get your attention,” they’d said. But they didn’t understand the fear that twisted inside you, the sense that each day brought him closer to crossing a line you couldn’t come back from.

You forced yourself to stand, trying to shake the unease that had settled deep in your bones. You had a life to live, a life that no longer included him. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over your apartment, and you decided it was time to draw the curtains, close the door, and block out the past.

But as you pulled the blinds shut, you caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye—just a flash, a movement on the sidewalk. Your breath hitched, your hands froze on the fabric. You peered through the slats, your heart hammering. Was it him, watching again? Or was it just your imagination, playing tricks on you?

You told yourself to let it go. You shut the blinds tight, locked the door, and turned on every light in the apartment. But even then, the shadows seemed to press in, whispering that he was still out there, waiting.

And somewhere deep inside, you knew that the storm wasn’t over yet.

Night settled in, and the apartment felt smaller, the walls closing in as you paced from room to room, checking the locks and glancing at the windows for any sign of movement. You told yourself it was just nerves. It had to be. You couldn’t let him control your life like this, not when you’d fought so hard to get away.

You had left everything behind changed your number, moved to a new city, even deleted your social media accounts. You told yourself that a fresh start was all you needed. But Steve was a shadow that clung to you, no matter how far you ran.

Your phone buzzed on the counter, and you jumped, your heart leaping to your throat. You grabbed it, hands shaking. It was only a text from Rachel, your best friend and the one person who had stood by you when everything with Steve fell apart. She’d always been the voice of reason, the one to remind you of who you were before him.

"Hey, how’s everything? You good?"

You wanted to lie, to say that everything was fine and you were settling in perfectly. But Rachel knew you too well.

"Just another night, I guess. I thought I saw him again. I’m probably overreacting."

She replied almost instantly.

"You know you’re not. He’s dangerous, and he’s obsessed. Just stay safe, okay?"

You typed out a quick response, feeling the familiar ache of longing for a time when things were simple, when you didn’t have to think about locking your doors or feeling your stomach twist every time your phone buzzed. Rachel was right; you couldn’t let your guard down. But the weight of it all felt heavier than ever.

The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the silence of the room. You tried to distract yourself, turning on the TV, scrolling through channels until you settled on an old sitcom—one you’d watched a million times before, back when laughter came easy and life felt normal. The familiar characters played out their scripted lives, oblivious to the messiness of the real world.

You lost yourself in it for a while, the laughter and the bright colors a brief reprieve. But when you reached for your glass of water, you noticed your hands were still shaking. The fear sat there, right under your skin, and no amount of sitcoms or bright lights could chase it away.

Then, there was a noise. It was soft—just a slight scraping sound, barely audible over the TV. You paused, holding your breath, the room suddenly too quiet. There it was again, like metal against metal. You strained to listen, every nerve in your body on edge.

It was coming from the door.

You felt the cold rush of fear, your body going rigid. You knew better than to ignore it. Slowly, you crept toward the door, your footsteps silent on the carpet. The peephole felt too small, like it couldn’t possibly show you the truth of what lay beyond. You hesitated, hand hovering just above the doorknob.

The scraping stopped.

And then, there was a knock.

Three slow, deliberate taps. Each one sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Your mind raced, a thousand thoughts crashing together. Was it him? Could he really have found you?

“Hello?” you called out, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would invite something in. No answer. Just silence, heavy and pressing.

You pressed your eye to the peephole, holding your breath. At first, you saw nothing but darkness—just the dim glow of the hallway light. Then, slowly, a figure came into view. A man, standing still, his face obscured by shadows. You couldn’t make out any details, but you knew.

It was him.

Panic surged through you, and you stumbled back, heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst. Your mind screamed at you to call someone—anyone—but your fingers fumbled with the phone, the screen slick in your sweaty grip.

Then, the knocking started again. Louder this time, more insistent. And you knew, deep down, that Steve wasn’t going to leave.

With a trembling hand, you typed a message to Rachel. He’s here. You pressed send, praying she’d answer, praying she’d know what to do, because you were out of options.

The door rattled as the handle turned, and you backed away, feeling the walls press in, the fear tightening like a noose around your throat. Steve’s voice, quiet and low, drifted through the door.

“I know you’re in there. We need to talk.”

You felt the world narrow to that single point, every instinct screaming at you to run. But there was nowhere to go. You were trapped. And as his voice filled the silence, you knew this wasn’t over—it was only just beginning.

You bolted to the kitchen, clutching your phone as you moved. You fumbled to find the knife drawer, hands shaking as you yanked it open and grabbed the first one your fingers touched. It wasn’t much—a small paring knife, its blade reflecting the overhead light—but it felt like a lifeline, a piece of steel against the terror thrumming in your veins.

Your phone buzzed, and you glanced down. It was Rachel. Call the police. I’m on my way. Relief flooded through you, but it was quickly replaced by dread as Steve’s voice echoed again from the hallway.

“Why are you hiding?” he asked, his tone soft, almost pleading, as if you were the one being unreasonable. “You know I just want to talk, right? We need to fix this. I love you.”

The words felt like poison, winding through your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut, leaning against the counter for support. You’d heard those words so many times before, when he still had a hold on you, when you still believed they meant something real. But now they sounded like a threat..

You dialed 911, your fingers trembling as you pressed the phone to your ear. The operator’s voice was calm, clinical, as you whispered, “There’s someone outside my door. I think he’s trying to get in.”

“Stay calm, ma’am. Can you confirm your address for me?” You rattled off your location, the words spilling out in a rush. “We’re sending a unit now. Stay on the line.”

You nodded, even though she couldn’t see you, clutching the phone tighter as you crouched down behind the kitchen counter. Steve was still at the door, his voice a low murmur, like he was talking to himself now. You strained to catch the words.

“…always trying to push me away… like I’m the bad guy…”

You felt the burn of tears in your eyes, but you forced them back. You couldn’t let him see you cry. That was what he wanted—to see you break, to know he still had power over you. But you were done giving him that.

Minutes dragged by, each one feeling like an eternity. You clung to the operator’s voice, her calm instructions grounding you in the reality of the moment. You were no longer the person who used to cling to Steve’s words, hoping he would change, hoping he’d be the man you once thought he was. You were someone different now—someone who had learned to survive.

The pounding at the door grew louder, and you felt the kitchen walls closing in as Steve’s patience ran out. “Open the door!” he shouted, and the sound of his fist slamming against the wood made you flinch. “You can’t keep ignoring me!”

You gripped the knife tighter, crouched down as small as you could, the sound of his rage vibrating through you. You tried to focus on the operator’s voice, the promise that help was coming, that you weren’t alone. But Steve’s shouts filled the apartment, drowning everything out.

A loud crash came from the door, and your heart leapt to your throat. You peeked around the corner, just in time to see the wood splintering under his weight as he slammed his shoulder into it. Fear surged, your mind screaming at you to run, but there was nowhere left to go. You were trapped.

“Ma’am, are you still there?” the operator’s voice cut through the chaos. “Officers are only a few minutes away. Stay with me.”

The door buckled again, the wood cracking. You knew you didn’t have minutes. You had seconds. Steve’s shouts were growing louder, more frantic. You backed up, knife in hand, feeling the walls press in.

Then, a sudden burst of noise—a new sound. Sirens. You heard them faintly at first, then louder, echoing down the street. You watched as Steve paused, his face twisted in frustration as he realized what was happening.

“No,” he muttered, his hands still pressed against the door. “No, this isn’t over.”

But you could see the shift in him, the way he hesitated, caught between his anger and the fear of being caught. The sirens were louder now, and you heard the slam of car doors, voices shouting orders.

Steve turned, and you watched through the peephole as he fled down the hallway. Relief crashed over you, so strong you almost collapsed. You stayed where you were, heart still racing, until you heard the knock on your door—a different knock this time, firm and authoritative.

“Police! Ma’am, are you in there?”

You scrambled to your feet, rushing to the door and fumbling with the locks. You pulled it open, and the sight of the officers standing there—two of them, their hands resting on their weapons—made you sag with relief.

“He was here,” you breathed, feeling the tears finally spill over. “He was trying to get in.”

One officer nodded, stepping forward to guide you out of the apartment. “We’ll take care of it. We need you to stay with us for a moment, okay?”

You nodded, letting them lead you out into the hallway, your legs shaky beneath you. As you stepped out, you caught sight of Rachel rushing through the lobby doors, her face pale with worry. She sprinted toward you, pulling you into a tight hug.

For the first time in months, you felt a flicker of safety, like maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. But even as Rachel held you, her voice soothing in your ear, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end.

Because as you looked back at your apartment door, the wood still splintered and broken, you knew Steve was out there. And he wasn’t going to stop.

Long time no see💛. I have so much to catch y'all up on. But in the meantime hit up my ask inbox. I would love to chat ✨

[officerwaltons]

"You're a hard man to keep track of, Steve." (Peggy Carter)

STEVE BLUSHES. He hadn’t meant to be difficult, it was just that they were moving around so often and staying in one place so little that he’d hardly thought it worth the time to scribble her off a note, when they’d be gone again the next day. Now, seeing how frustrated Peggy looks, Steve doubts that decision. He’s also sure that Bucky would smack him upside the head for it. Bucky’s always been much better at knowing what to say, especially to ladies, than he has.

“I’m sorry,” he says, truthful as anything. Steve wouldn’t dare to try and pull one over on Peggy. “I should’ve written. We’ve just been so busy- I thought I’d write you, and just as soon we’d be off again.”