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American Wedding | S. Rogers
summary : Steve Rogers is throwing himself into mission after mission, trying to outrun the weight of his pastâhis unresolved feelings for Sharon and the lingering memories of Peggy. But when his commanding officers force him to take a break, Steve ends up on a staycation in Barbados. What begins as a forced respite soon becomes a much-needed escape as he unexpectedly finds healing, peace, and even a connection in the warmth of the Caribbean sun. Steve learns to let go of the past and finally breathe again, even if itâs just for a short while. Inspired by American Wedding (unreleased) by Frank Ocean.
pairing : Steve Rogers x f!reader
warnings : Fluff to angst, imposed traits on the reader such as an origin, emotional healing, mention of past relationships, themes of healing and self-discovery, themes of arranged marriages and family pressure, mentions of emotional and familial abuse, a bit of hurt/comfort, bittersweet ending, mentions of past trauma, mild language. Proceed with caution if you're sensitive to such material.
word count : 12.1k
author's notes : I don't know what's wrong with me and writing long fics with major angst. I think I might have a problem.
If you're still as hooked in the MCU fandom as I am, then it shouldn't be a surprise for you that I stumbled upon the infamous Steve edit on American Wedding. Steve was my first little crush when I started getting into the MCU; he might not be my number one anymore, but I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the work and how well it could somehow fit the vibe of our golden boy.
Side note, I chose Barbados just because I love Rihanna (plus, the country is as gorgeous as she is). I tried to respect the culture as much as I could, but please do let me know if something is amiss. Anyways, here's my take on what this song could mean if associated with America's Ass greatest soldier.
(ao3 version)
The mission was over.
Steve Rogers had traded his usual Captain America tight suit for average civilian clothes and now stood just outside a bustling cafĂŠ in Bridgetown, the late afternoon sun casting a golden hue over the vibrant streets of Barbados. He shouldâve been relieved. The intel was secured, the rogue operation dismantled, and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were already working to extract the rest of the loose ends. But instead, Steve felt a familiar weight settle on his shoulders, one he couldnât quite shake.
The air was heavy with the scent of fried fish and spices, and the sound of calypso music drifted from a nearby street performer. Locals walked by, some glancing curiously at the tall, broad-shouldered man who looked distinctly out of place. Steveâs fingers hovered over his phone, debating whether to call in and request another assignment.
Then, his phone buzzed in his hand, and the name Tony Stark lit up the screen.
Steve answered with a sigh, already bracing himself. âStark.â
âCapsicle! Howâs my favorite star-spangled soldier doing?â Tonyâs voice was chipper, the sound of clinking glasses and faint jazz music in the background.
âIâm fine,â Steve replied, scanning the street as though someone might overhear. âWhy are you calling?â
âWell, itâs not to remind you to update your playlist based on what Iâm hearing in the backgroundâthough, seriously, we need to talk about that at some point.â Tony didnât wait for a response. âNo, Iâm calling to let you know that for the first time in, oh, forever, weâre at a lull. No alien invasions. No rogue A.I.s. No infinity stones threatening to wipe out half the universe. You know what that means?â
Steve frowned. âThat itâs time to prepare for the next crisis?â
Tony let out a dramatic groan. âAnd people say Iâm the workaholic. No, Cap. It means you get a break.â
Steve rolled his eyes, leaning against the cafĂŠâs wooden railing. âI donât need a break, Tony. Thereâs always something that needs to be doneââ
âYeah, no. Iâm gonna stop you right there.â Tonyâs voice turned pointed, though there was still a hint of his trademark sarcasm. âI talked to Fury, and even he thinks youâve been overdoing it. And considering the guyâs idea of a vacation involves a bunker and a bottle of bourbon, thatâs saying something.â
âIâm fine,â Steve insisted, his tone tightening.
âFine? Really? I mean, do you even know what day it is? Look, pretty much everyoneâs off the gridâSam, Natasha, even Clintâs in retirement mode. And Iâm finally getting around to that honeymoon thing with Pepper because, you know, saving the world isnât as good for a marriage as youâd think. So you? You need to chill.â
âTony, Iâm fine,â Steve had insisted, though even he didnât sound convincing.
âYeah, sure. Thatâs why youâve been taking back-to-back missions for the past three months. Whatâs next? Fighting a volcano?â
Steve opened his mouth to respond, then realized he didnât.
Tony took his silence as confirmation. âListen, youâre not a machine, Cap. Even super-soldiers need to decompress. Which is why I, in all my infinite wisdom, am forcing you to take some time off.â
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. âTonyââ
âAh-ah! No arguments. Furyâs covering part of the bill, and Iâm picking up the rest because Iâm such a generous friend. You pick the placeâanywhere in the worldâand Iâll make it happen. Youâre welcome.â
Steve glanced around, his eyes lingering on the vibrant life of the island. The azure waters sparkled in the distance, and the rhythmic sway of the palm trees seemed to beckon him. He hadnât allowed himself a moment to breathe in months, maybe years.
âI donât know,â Steve said slowly.
Tony groaned again, louder this time. âCome on, Cap. Itâs not like Iâm asking you to take a yoga class in Malibu. Though, honestly, youâd kill it in downward dog. No, Iâm telling you to pick a nice spot, kick back, andâGod forbidârelax for once in your life.â
âTonyââ
âLet me paint you a picture,â Tony interrupted, his tone turning theatrical. âA beachfront villa. Sunsets so pretty theyâll make you cry. Maybe a fruity drink with one of those little umbrellasâwait, scratch that, youâre more of a âbeer and broodingâ guy. The point is, take the damn vacation, Steve. Doctorâs orders.â
Steve sighed, looking out the window of the outpost at the vibrant streets of Bridgetown. âIâll stay here,â he said finally. âBarbados seems⌠peaceful.â
âAtta boy!â Tony cheered. âIâll wire the funds. And hey, if you donât send me at least one picture of you in a Hawaiian shirt, Iâm gonna be very disappointed.â
Steve couldnât help the faint smile tugging at his lips. âThanks, Tony.â
âDonât mention it. Seriously, donât. I have a reputation to maintain.â
The line went dead, leaving Steve alone with the sounds of the island.
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The first few days in Barbados passed in a blur of quiet solitude. Steve spent most of his time walking along the beach or sitting on the villaâs small porch, nursing a cold drink while the sun dipped below the horizon. For someone used to the constant hum of battlefields, strategy meetings, and high-stakes missions, the stillness was almost unnerving.
But it wasnât just the quiet that unsettled himâit was the thoughts heâd been pushing aside for months. Thoughts of Sharon.
Heâd tried not to dwell on their break-up, but here, surrounded by the warmth and beauty of the island, the memories crept in uninvited. Their relationship had ended just weeks ago, though the cracks had been there for far longer. She had been kind, understanding, and steadfastâeverything Steve thought he should want. But every time he looked at her, a small, nagging voice whispered the truth he didnât want to face.
She was Peggyâs niece.
No matter how much he tried to compartmentalize it, the connection was impossible to ignore. Every time Sharon smiled, there was a flicker of something familiarâher determination, her poise, even the way she carried herself. It wasnât fair to either of them, but Steve couldnât shake the feeling that heâd been chasing a shadow of the past. Sharon deserved more than that, and so did he.
When theyâd finally called it quits, Sharon had been the one to speak the words he couldnât bring himself to say.
âYouâre still carrying her with you, Steve,â sheâd said, her voice calm but heavy with resignation. âAnd maybe you always will. But I canât be her for you. I donât want to be.â
The guilt had followed him ever since. Sharon had been right. For all the years that had passed, Peggy still lingered in the corners of his mindâher voice, her laugh, the way sheâd believed in him when no one else did. He hadnât just been grieving Sharonâs absence; he was grieving Peggy all over again.
By the third day, Steve found himself wandering into a bustling part of Bridgetown, hoping the sights and sounds of the island might distract him. The streets were alive with energyâlocals bartering at colorful market stalls, tourists snapping photos of historic buildings, and the rhythmic beat of soca music weaving through it all.
âYuh lookinâ lost, boss,â a young man called out from behind a coconut cart. He was grinning, a machete in hand as he expertly cracked open a coconut.
Steve glanced back at him. âJust exploring.âÂ
âAh, well, yuh gotta try dis,â the man said, handing him a freshly cut coconut. âYuh look like yuh could use a lilâ taste of Bajan life. Fresh coconut water! Or yuh scared of a lilâ machete work?â
Steve smirked politely but didnât respond, unsure if he was being teased or seriously invited. Before he could decide, you appeared, carrying a basket of fruits and shaking your head with a laugh.
âJamal, stop tormenting de tourists!â you scolded lightheartedly. âPoor man just tryna enjoy âe day without you harassing him.â
Jamal shrugged with a grin, chopping open another coconut. âAh, just showinâ him how we do it here, yuh know? He look like he need it.â
You turned to Steve, flashing a warm smile. âIgnore him, he does this to everyone. But,â you added, your tone playful, âheâs not wrong. Coconut water will fix whatever ails you. You should try one.â
Steve chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing. âIf you say so,â he said, stepping closer.
You nodded approvingly as Jamal handed him the coconut. âSee? That wasnât so hard,â you teased.
Taking a sip, Steve found the cool water surprisingly refreshing. âThis is good,â he admitted, glancing at you.
âGood?â you repeated with mock offense. âItâs de best on de island. Youâve got a lot to learn.â
Steve smiled, feeling more at ease than he had in days. âGuess Iâll need a guide, then,â he said, the words slipping out before he could overthink them.
You tilted your head, amusement sparkling in your eyes. âLucky for you, I know everyone âround here. Stick with me, Captain America, and Iâll show you the real Barbados.â
He blinked, surprised you knew who he was.
âRelax,â you said with a wink. âWe donât make a big deal of celebrities' âround here. Besides, the way I see it, everybody needs a breakâeven heroes.â
He guessed he really did well in choosing his destination.Â
Steve walked beside you through the busy streets, his coconut still in hand. The initial awkwardness of being recognized faded quickly as you carried the conversation effortlessly, your teasing making him smile more than he had in weeks.
âSo, Captain America,â you said, throwing a glance over your shoulder with a grin. âWhatâs a hero like you doinâ walking âround alone in Barbados? Not enough trouble to save us from?â
He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. âActually, Iâm here because I was told to take a break. Guess I've been working a little too hard lately.â
âWorking too hard? You? Never wouldâve guessed,â you teased, your tone playful.
Steve shook his head, grinning. âWhat about you? You seem to know everyone here.â
âI do. Born and raised. And the people here? Theyâre my familyâeven Jamal, with his coconut antics,â you said with a laugh. âYou stick witâ me, and Iâll teach you all de secrets of the island.â
âSecrets, huh?â Steve said, his tone tinged with curiosity. âWhat kind of secrets?â
You stopped suddenly and gestured toward a small, colorful shack by the road. âFor starters, the best fish cutters on the island are right here. Come, you canât visit Barbados and not try one.â
Steve followed you to the shack, where an older man greeted you like an old friend. As you chatted easily with him, ordering food, Steve found himself watching you with a kind of quiet admiration. You were easygoing, quick to laugh, and had a warmth about you that was magnetic.
When the fish cutters arrived, you handed one to Steve. âHere. And donât even think of saying itâs just âgood.â Dis is heaven in bread.â
He took a bite, his eyes widening. âWow. Okay, youâre rightâthis is incredible.â
You smirked. âTold you. The locals always know best.â
As the two of you walked along the beach, the conversation grew more personal. You asked about his life back home, and he answered honestly, even about the heartbreak he was still trying to shake.
âSo, this Sharon,â you said carefully, âsheâs Peggyâs niece?â
Steve nodded, looking sheepish. âYeah. Itâs⌠complicated.â
âYou think?â you teased gently, bumping your shoulder against his. âSounds messy. But you know what? Sometimes you just need to let go of whatâs complicated and hold on to whatâs simple.â
âAnd whatâs simple?â Steve asked, curious.
You stopped walking and turned to face him, your expression soft but playful. âThis,â you said, gesturing to the ocean. âGood food, good company, and a little bit of adventure.â He smiled, the sincerity in your voice hitting him in a way he didnât expect. âI think Iâm starting to see your point.â
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Over the next few days, you made good on your promise to show Steve the best of Barbados. True to your word, you showed Steve places that werenât in any guidebook, sharing bits of history and culture along the way.
âThis,â you said one morning, gesturing to a vibrant, bustling market, âis where you get the freshest fruit on the island. And where you learn to bargain.â
Steve watched in awe as you haggled with a vendor, the two of you laughing and bantering in a mix of Bajan dialect and English. When you returned with a bag of mangos and papayas, he raised a brow.
âYou just got all that for half the price,â he said.
âYup,â you said with a grin, popping a slice of mango into your mouth. âYou're lucky you've got me, Captain. Otherwise, theyâd have charged you double for being a tourist.â
âGood thing Iâve got you,â he said, his tone warm.
Later, you took him to a rum distillery, where you explained the process of making Barbadosâ world-famous rum, teasing him as he tried a sample and coughed slightly at the burn.
âThat strong for you, Cap?â
âNot strong enough to knock me out,â he replied, his voice laced with humor.
You then took him to the lively Oistins Fish Fry, where he tried grilled marlin and danced awkwardly but earnestly to soca music. You dragged him to Harrisonâs Cave, laughing as he marveled at the limestone formations.
âYou look like a kid seeing snow for de first time,â you teased.
âIâve been frozen in snow for seventy years,â he replied, deadpan.
You burst out laughing, and even he cracked a smile at his own joke.
One afternoon, you led him on a hike up to Cherry Tree Hill, where the view of the rolling hills and turquoise ocean was breathtaking. As you stood beside him, the wind tugging at your dress, you glanced at him with a smile.
âYou're not bad company, you know,â you said.
âNeither are you,â he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting in that signature half-smile.
âYou keep looking at me like that, and I might think youâre sweet on me, Captain.â
Steveâs cheeks flushed faintly, but he held your gaze. âAnd what if I am?â
Your eyebrows shot up, surprised but delighted. âWell, then,â you said, stepping closer, âI hope you know youâre in for one hell of a ride.â
As the two of you strolled along a quieter path near the beach, the sunlight danced through the palm trees, and Steve couldnât help but feel a sense of calm he hadnât experienced in months. He looked over at you, smiling at how animatedly you were explaining the significance of the bright kites dotting the skyâsomething about âkite seasonâ and friendly neighborhood competitions.
âYou know,â Steve said after a moment, âyour accent isnât quite like everyone elseâs around here. Itâs still got that lilt, but⌠itâs different.â
You glanced at him, a little surprised. âYou noticed that, huh?â
He nodded. âI guess Iâve got an ear for detail. Whatâs the story there?â
You smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. âWell, I went abroad for a few yearsâtook my undergrad in the U.S. and just came back home recently.â
âReally?â Steve asked, intrigued. âWhatâd you study?â
As you walked beside Steve, your voice became more animated as you shared the kind of work you had done during your studies. âWell, when I was in the States for my undergrad, I did my thesis on cultural practices, specifically exploring the dynamics between traditional marriage structures and modern society.â
Steve raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âReally? That sounds⌠complex. What kind of structures?â
âYuh know, I looked into things like arranged marriages and how they vary across different cultures,â you explained, eyes sparkling with passion. âOne part of my research focused on Islamic marriage traditions, particularly around the roles of brides and how modern perspectives are influencing those practices. It wasnât about judging or anything, just trying to understand how people make it work, despite some of the harsh stereotypes.â
âWow,â Steve said thoughtfully, clearly impressed. âSounds like you dove deep into it. You didnât go for the easy topics, huh?â
You chuckled, shaking your head. âNo, not really. I wanted to tackle something meaningful. And, for me, it was important to explore how even with things like hijabs or polygamy, those traditions have layers, especially when it comes to womenâs agency. Itâs all about perspective.â
Steve nodded, clearly fascinated by your work. âItâs amazing how much you can learn when you dig into a topic. I guess thatâs why you came back here, huh? To work on making a difference in your community.â
You smiled softly, thinking back on your time abroad. âYeah. I learned a lot, but I always knew Iâd come home. Thereâs so much to do here, and I want to make sure weâre not losing our identity as we modernize. Barbados is home, and I want to help make sure it stays that way.â
You laughed at the thought, shrugging. âGuess itâs de island girl in me. This place is part of who I am. But,â you added with a sheepish grin, âspendinâ so much time abroad, I guess I picked up a bit of de American accent. It slips in sometimes when I talk.â
âI think itâs kind of charming,â Steve said, surprising even himself with the comment.
You raised a brow at him, a slow smile spreading across your lips. âCareful, Captain, or I might think youâre tryinâ to sweet-talk me.â
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish but amused. âMaybe I am.â
Your laugh rang out, light and melodic. âWell, youâre not too bad at it.â
At one point, while they were sitting on a beachside bench, a gentle breeze tugging at their clothes, Steve caught her eye, and she smiled. That smile. He swore it was the brightest thing in the world, even more stunning than the sun hanging low in the sky behind her.
The conversation continued, with Steve steering it back toward you. He asked about your time abroad, what it was like living away from home, and what made you choose environmental science in the first place.
âAnd what about you?â you countered, tilting your head as you studied him. âYouâve been saving the world for whatâover a century now?â
He chuckled. âNot quite that long, but close.â
âDoesnât seem like youâre slowinâ down anytime soon,â you said, your voice softer now. âBut, Steve⌠donât you ever just want to stop for a bit? Live a little for yourself?â
Your question caught him off guard. For a moment, he was quiet, the only sounds around you were the gentle crash of waves and the rustle of the wind in the trees.
âI guess I donât know how to do that,â he admitted.
As you sat on the beach watching the sun dip below the horizon, you turned to Steve with a mischievous glint in your eye.
âSo,â you began, âhow do you feel about weddings?â
He looked at you warily. âWeddings?â
âYeah. My⌠um, distant relativeâyou probably need a map to figure out how weâre relatedâis getting married this weekend. Itâs a small thing,â you said, âBut itâs a family event. You know how it isâeveryone wants to show up and make it âextraâ for the aunties.â
Steve chuckled. âIâm guessing itâs not going to be your average wedding then?â
âOh, no,â you grinned, âThink small chapel, a few too many drinks, maybe a bit of dancing, and a lot of awkward family members trying to act like they havenât been feuding for the past ten years. But, you know, in the best way possible.â
Steve found himself laughing along with you, the ease between you two growing stronger by the minute.
âActually,â you said with a mischievous grin, âItâs going to be kind of hilarious. I was thinkingâŚâ You paused, glancing over at him. âYou wanna come with me? As my⌠plus one?â
Steve blinked in surprise, but there was something about the way you said it, as if you didnât mind the idea of being together at such a personal family event. âI mean, are you sure? Iâm probably not what your family had in mind when they thought âplus one,ââ he joked, a smile tugging at his lips.
You shrugged, the motion casual, but your gaze was intense. âHonestly, I donât think anyone really knows what theyâre getting when they invite me. And trust me, youâll be far more interesting than the rest of my relatives.â You glanced at him sideways with a grin. âBesides, maybe theyâll like you more than me.â
âAre you trying to get me to go to your wedding as an act of charity?â he teased.
You laughed. âNo, Iâm offering you a chance to be part of something completely ridiculous, and trust me, youâll be talking about it for years.â
âWell, in that case,â Steve said, pretending to think it over, âI guess Iâll be there. But youâve got to warn me beforehand if thereâs any kind of dancing involved. Iâm not exactly a pro.â
Your grin widened. âDeal.â
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You had parted your ways when it was well into the night, and soon enough, Steve found himself back in his quaint hotel room, listening to the peaceful waves of the ocean. He laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind drifting back to the hours heâd spent with you earlier.
He couldnât help but replay the way you looked again and again in his mind. The first thing that struck him was how effortlessly beautiful you were. Your skin had looked golden when it caught the sunlight, in a way that made everything around you seem brighter, like you were glowing from within. Your hair had framed your face in soft waves, a contrast to your sun-kissed skin that made you seem like you belonged to the island itself. It hadnât just been the way you looked, though; it had been the way you carried yourself. You had moved with such ease, like you were perfectly in tune with the world around you, as though every step was measured but never forced.
Your eyesâthose eyesâwere a shade that had seemed almost impossible, warm and deep, with a spark that made it clear you were fully present, fully alive in every conversation. When you spoke, it had been with an accent that was distinctly Barbadian, but there was a softness to it, a hint of something elseâlike youâd been somewhere far from home and had returned with more layers than when you left. Your smile had been what had undone him, though. It hadnât just been the way it lit up your face, but the way it had made him feel like he was the only one in the world you were focusing on, even if it had been just for a moment.
And it hadnât just been your looksâSteve knew he hadnât felt this way about someone in years, the way his heart had seemed to skip when you caught his gaze, the way the mere thought of you had made him feel like a teenager again, nervous and unsure but eager all the same. The more he thought about you, the more the feeling had intensified, like a slow burn in his chest. He had tried to push it down, telling himself it had just been the heat, just the newness of it all, but deep down, he had known it wasnât that simple. He had found something in you, something that had made the weight of everything else just⌠fade away.
The way you had laughed, your smile so effortless, like you were a living embodiment of the sun that bathed the island in warmth. There had been something about you that had made his chest tightenâsomething magnetic, yet disarmingly genuine. He had expected a brief distraction on this trip, maybe a drink with a stranger. Instead, you had effortlessly captivated him. Your energy had been infectious, and even in the quiet moments, you had a way of drawing him in. The little quirks of your accent, the way youâd pause mid-sentence to correct yourself, as if speaking a second language you hadnât used in too longâthere had been a vulnerability in it that had made you all the more endearing.
And then there had been the tattoo. That damn tattoo. He couldnât stop thinking about it. He had barely even paid attention to it at first, but after spending hours with you, it had stood out more, like a proud branding. A temporary tattoo you had convinced him to get while you were strolling around. It had been a simple design, a swirling wave pattern across his left hand, something that had matched the feeling of freedom heâd had with you that day. He had looked down at his hand now, the ink still vivid, but with a hint of purple-ish blue where it was starting to fade. You had laughed when heâd rolled up his sleeve to show you, clearly impressed by how well it had suited him. He had never thought heâd have fun getting a tattoo, temporary or not, but the experience had been entirely different with you. Everything had felt light, effortless, fun.
As his mind had wandered further, Steve had found himself imagining something he hadnât thought about in a long time: the future. The thought of you in a wedding gown, walking down the aisle toward him, had made his heart race. He couldnât help but picture it, absurdly vividâyou, laughing under the lights, your eyes sparkling as you smiled at him in that way only you could. Heâd be there, in a tux, grinning like a fool, probably fumbling over his vows. He could almost hear the judgeâs voice, telling them to kiss, and there youâd beâhis wife, laughing with him as you made it official in a courthouse with nothing but your hearts and a rush of love propelling you forward. The thought had made him shake his head in surprise, crimson adorning his cheeks. It had been ridiculous, yet it had felt so very real. He had been falling for you in ways he never thought possible.
He had tried to focus on other thingsâhis next move, the mission he had just completedâbut as much as he had tried, the tattoo had kept pulling his attention back to you. It hadnât just been the design; it had been the way it had been something shared between you. A small, playful gesture, but one that had made the whole day feel⌠connected. He had smiled to himself, the thought of you making his heart race again. He had shifted uncomfortably under the covers, trying to shake off the sudden rush of warmth that had pooled in his stomach.
But as much as he had tried to focus on other things, your laugh had kept echoing in his mind, and the image of you running after his vehicle earlier that day had kept replaying, like something out of a dream he didnât want to wake from. It had been a feeling he hadnât realized heâd missedâthe easy excitement of getting to know someone new. He had rolled over onto his side, trying to get some rest, but his mind wouldnât quiet. No, he had thought to himself, he wasnât about to start feeling this way about you. Not now, not when he had so much left unsaid, so many wounds still open. But as sleep had slowly begun to pull him under, that feelingâwarm and electricâhad lingered in the back of his mind, making it hard to ignore the undeniable pull he had felt toward you.
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The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the streets as Steve revved the engine of the bright red 5.0 Mustang heâd rented for his trip. Heâd opted for the car, not just for the joy of driving it, but because he thought it might impress you. Plus, he couldnât deny that he wanted to show off a little, especially when heâd be picking you up from university. Heâd learned from your conversations how much effort youâd put into your education and your dedication to your work, and he was eager to see where you spent your days.
He parked the Mustang in front of the university building, its polished surface gleaming under the late afternoon sun. His eyes scanned the steps, waiting for you to appear. Heâd offered to take you to the wedding, knowing how much it meant to you. Heâd also taken the time to ensure he had the right attire, knowing it would be expected of him. He wanted to be the gentleman. But it wasnât just about impressing your family; it was about showing you that he respected you, that he was willing to step into your world, no matter how different it might be from his.
Soon, you appeared on the steps, a bundle of papers clutched in your handâones you needed to submit for your masterâs applicationâas you hurried down toward him. You wore a light sundress that floated around your figure as you walked toward him, and Steve couldnât help but notice the way the late afternoon sun made you glow. As you approached the car, you glanced at him with a playful grin, your eyes lighting up when you saw the Mustang.
âYou sure know how to make an entrance, huh?â you teased, your voice laced with amusement as you slid into the passenger seat.
Steve chuckled, feeling a slight rush of pride. âFigured Iâd try to keep up with you,â he said, glancing at you as he started the engine. âReady for this?â
You nodded, still smiling. âIâve never been more ready. Just a heads-up, thoughâmy parents might give you the look. You know, the âwho is this American?â look.â You winked, but there was an apprehension in your gaze that made Steve feel like maybe you werenât entirely at ease either.
âYeah, Iâm used to âthe look.ââ He grinned, determined to be charming despite the tension in the air. After all, he wanted to make you feel at ease.
As the two of you drove toward the wedding venue, Steve kept the conversation light, asking about your studies, your thoughts on the wedding, and what your family was like. You talked about your work with passion, but he couldnât help but notice the slight apprehension in your tone when you mentioned your parents.
When you arrived, Steve was introduced to your family, his hand shaking politely as he greeted your parents with a well-practiced smile. They werenât unfriendly, but there was a certain coldness to their demeanor, like they were sizing him up, unsure of what to make of him. Steve, ever the gentleman, took it in stride, asking questions and trying his best to blend in. But as the evening wore on, it became clear that you were not quite as comfortable as you let on.
You were whisked away by your family to change into something more formal, leaving Steve to fend for himself in a crowd of unfamiliar faces. He quietly took a seat, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of you.
As the evening wore on, one of your relatives gently but firmly ushered Steve away from the crowd, leading him to a room at the back of the venue where an array of Barjan formal attire awaited him. The family had been insistent on ensuring he was properly dressed for the occasion, a tradition that Steve hadnât anticipated.
âI guess Iâll have to dress the part,â Steve muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of amusement as the servant handed him a traditional Barjan tuxedo. It wasnât quite what heâd expected, but he knew better than to argueâyou had asked for him to be taken care of, and he wanted to honor that.
The outfit was stunning: a sharply tailored jacket with intricate gold embroidery at the collar and cuffs, paired with sleek trousers that tapered perfectly at the ankle. The fabric was a rich, deep shade of midnight blue that shimmered under the light, and the shirt underneath was a crisp white with a soft sheen. He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the polished shoes and the way the suit fit him perfectly, as though heâd been born to wear it.
Once dressed, Steve rejoined the others in the main hall, where he was greeted by your family, all clad in their formal Barjan attire. The women wore elegant, flowing gowns with intricate beadwork and colorful patterns that reflected the islandâs natural beauty. The men wore similarly rich outfits, with patterned vests and gold-accented details that gave them an air of authority and elegance. Steve felt like heâd been transported to another world, one full of tradition, culture, and beauty.
Then, finally, you entered, and Steveâs breath caught in his throat. You looked radiant. Your dress was everything heâd imagined and more: a delicate, embroidered gown with a soft blush hue, its flowing fabric catching the light with every step. The intricate patterns on your dress mirrored the ones in your familyâs attire, as though you were all part of one elaborate, elegant tapestry. Your hair was let loose in its natural soft waves, and the sparkle in your eyes made you seem even more ethereal.
You smiled when you saw him, and Steve felt his chest tighten with something he couldnât quite put into words. âYou look⌠incredible,â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your grin widened at the compliment, your eyes twinkling. âThank you,â you replied, your tone light but warm.Â
They shared a quiet moment, their connection palpable. The formal attire, the elegance of the nightâit all felt surreal, yet right at the same time.
You shared a quiet moment, the connection between you palpable. The formal attire, the elegance of the nightâit all felt surreal, yet right at the same time.
Steve couldnât keep his eyes off you as the wedding celebration rolled on. You were radiant, your smile lighting up the room, but it wasnât just your looks that had him captivated. It was the way you carried yourself, effortlessly blending into the crowd while still standing out. He wasnât used to feeling this wayânot amid all the military stuff he had been through, not after everything heâd seen. But with you, it was different.
As you stood by the drinks table, Steve couldnât resist a smile. âYou clean up pretty well,â he said, the words coming out more smoothly than he intended, but it was true. You looked stunning in that dress, your laughter echoing in his chest like a warm melody.
You looked over at him with teasing eyes. âFor a guy who usually wears a uniform, you look pretty good in that suit yourself.â
âWell, Iâm trying to keep up with you,â he replied, giving you a half-smirk. âYou know, trying to make a good impression.â
You leaned closer, your voice dropping just slightly, playful but with that edge of seriousness Steve had come to recognize. âYou donât need to try so hard,â you said, your words almost sounding like a challenge. âYouâve already impressed me.â
Steveâs heart skipped a beat. He didnât know what it was about you that got under his skin like this, but the way you made him feel was disorienting, like the ground wasnât quite steady beneath him. It had been a long time since heâd felt this muchâanything, really.
âSo,â he said, trying to keep his composure, âwhatâs next? Youâve already got my attention, and Iâm starting to think thatâs the only thing Iâm focused on tonight.â
Your lips curved into a smile, eyes twinkling with mischief. âWell, I guess maybe you should focus on me a little more,â you hinted, but there was something deeper in your voice, a subtle invitation that made Steve want to step closer. âAfter all, thereâs still plenty of weddings left, Captain.â
Steve blinked at the title, his face softening into a grin. âIâm not used to being called that at a party,â he joked, though his mind was already on the edge, keeping himself from crossing the line. He wasnât used to this kind of playful banter. In the military, things were direct, and to the point. But with you, it was different. You made him feel⌠lighter. Heâd never thought heâd feel this way, especially not in the middle of something so unfamiliar, like a wedding halfway around the world.
He leaned in slightly, just enough to get your attention. âBut Iâll insist, youâve got me distracted, more than I thought possible.â
You laughed softly, as though you were enjoying the chase, but you stayed close enough that their words felt like a secret between the two of them. âIâll take that as a compliment,â you replied, your voice carrying the slightest hint of playfulness. âThough, maybe I should keep you on your toes a little longer. Canât make it too easy for you, Captain.â
Before Steve could respond, your parents arrived, their presence immediately cooling the warm atmosphere between them. The formalities kicked back in, and Steve felt a slight shift in your demeanor. You seemed to retreat into yourself a bit, your expression faltering. Steveâs protective instincts flared, but he knew better than to interrupt family matters.
You tried to give him a reassuring smile as you spoke, but it wasnât enough. Your parents were speaking to you in hushed tones, their words sharp, but Steve managed to catch bits and pieces with his super-soldier hearing. âYouâll marry him soon. Itâs already arranged,â your motherâs voice was firm, but there was an undeniable sense of finality in it.
Your expression darkened as you listened, your hands gripping the fabric of your dress as if trying to hold yourself together. Steveâs heart ached for you. He didnât know what was entirely being said, but he could see the pain in you eyes. He wasnât about to let this go unnoticed, not when it was clear you needed support.
Without a second thought, he moved toward you, gently pushing through the crowd to reach your side. As soon as you saw him, you turned away from your parents, your face clearly harboring a mix of frustration and sadness.
â[Y/N]?â Steve called out softly, his voice full of concern as he reached out to you.
You didnât answer immediately. Instead, you hurried toward the back of the venue, away from the eyes of your family, with Steve following close behind.
âHey, hey,â he said, catching up with you and gently taking your arm. âWhatâs going on?â
You looked at him, your eyes wide with emotion. âThey⌠theyâve already arranged my marriage, Steve,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âTo someone I donât even know.â
â â
The drive back to the beach was quiet. The low rumble of the engine was the only sound between you as Steve kept his eyes on the road, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. The Mustang purred beneath you, but it felt hollow in the silence that stretched out like the ocean you were heading toward. Steve was trying to give you space, but the tension between you was palpable. He knew you were struggling, knew that what had happened at the wedding had cracked something wide open. The weight of it all hung heavily in the air, thick and suffocating.
The soft hum of the ocean was the only sound that accompanied you as you walked along the shore. The sand beneath your feet was cool from the night air, and the sky was dotted with stars, but the world felt heavy around you. You stayed quiet, your steps slow, your mind racing with the events that had just unfolded. Steve kept a careful distance, giving you space, but his mind was working overtimeâtrying to make sense of everything that had happened.
You reached the spot where you had stood together the day before, where the horizon stretched out before you, untouched and endless. The contrast between that peaceful moment and this was sharp. He could still see the laughter in your eyes, the carefree joy you had sharedâbut now, your face was clouded with doubt and fear.
Steve paused for a moment, looking at you as you stared out into the dark expanse of the ocean. He wanted to fix this, to do something, anything, to take away the pain that had suddenly overwhelmed you, but he knew this was something only you could express. He was here to listen, to be present, and that was what mattered right now.
You broke the silence, your voice barely audible over the crashing waves. âI thought I had more time, Steve. I thought I had figured things out. I worked so hard for this freedom.â Your voice cracked as you looked at him, tears welling in your eyes. âI thought that if I could prove myself, if I could show them that I could make something of my life⌠theyâd let me go. But now, theyâve taken everything. They hid my passport. They took my money. And now, I have nothing.â
The raw vulnerability in your voice hit him harder than he expected. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out instinctively, resting on your shoulder. You flinched at the touch but didnât pull away. You needed comfortâhe could feel it, even if you werenât sure you wanted to accept it.
â[Y/N]âŚâ he whispered, his voice full of empathy. He didnât know what to say, not really. What could he say to make this better? But you kept going, your words tumbling out like a dam had broken.
âI came back thinking everything would be different,â you continued, your eyes shining with unshed tears. âI thought if I came back successful, I could change their minds. But theyâve already planned everything. Theyâve arranged my marriage to someone Iâve never met⌠and thereâs nothing I can do about it.â
Steveâs heart sank as he heard the desperation in your voice. He wanted to scream, wanted to fight, to tell you that you didnât deserve this, that you didnât have to go through this alone. But instead, he just wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, offering you the one thing he could giveâcomfort.
âYouâre not alone, sweetheart,â he said quietly, his voice soft but firm. âIâm here, and Iâm not going anywhere.â
You pressed your face against his chest, your tears soaking through his shirt. âYou donât understand. You donât know what itâs like⌠to be trapped like this, with no way out. I canât even run anymore.â
Steve tightened his hold on you, feeling the weight of your pain in his bones. He had faced his fair share of burdens, of being trapped by duty, but thisâthis was different. You werenât bound by a war or a mission. You were bound by a life you hadnât chosen, a future your parents had decided for you.
âYou donât have to do this alone,â he said again, his voice hoarse. âWeâll figure this out. I donât know how, but Iâm not going to let them take you from your life.â
You pulled back slightly, your face streaked with tears, your breath ragged. Your eyes searched his, looking for any sign that he truly meant it. That he wasnât just saying what he thought you wanted to hear.
âI donât even know how to fight this anymore,â you whispered, your voice cracking. âThey have everything⌠They control everything. And I just wanted to live my life. I just wanted a chance to choose.â
Steve cupped your face gently in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. âAnd you will. Weâll find a way. Youâre not stuck. I promise you that.â
The tension between you was thick, raw, and emotional. It wasnât just about the fight against your parents. It was about everything that had been left unsaid, everything that had been building between you. The air between you crackled with unspoken words, a connection that had been forged over the past couple of days but hadnât fully been explored until now.
âI canât let you go through this alone,â Steve said, his voice low and steady. âNot now. Not ever.â
You searched his eyes, and for a long moment, neither of you spoke. There was a tension in the airâan unspoken connection that hung between you like a spark, waiting for someone to ignite it. Steve wasnât sure who moved first, but before he could think twice, you closed the distance, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. The world seemed to fall away in that instant, leaving just the two of you in the quiet of the night, where nothing else mattered.
When you finally pulled apart, your breaths shallow, you looked at him, your eyes searching his face. âI never wanted to drag you into this, Steve,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. âI donât want to hurt you, but Iâm scared.â
Steve cupped your face gently, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. âYouâre not dragging me into anything, [Y/N]. I want to be here. With you.â His voice was steady, but the emotion behind it was raw and real. âWhatever happens, weâll figure it out. Together.â
You nodded, your lips trembling as you tried to hold back more tears. âBut itâs too much. This wedding, this whole thing⌠it was supposed to be my escape, and now it feels like my worst nightmare.â
Steve leaned his forehead against yours, the cool air of the night brushing against you. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady the turmoil inside of him. âLook, maybe this doesnât mean much in the grand scheme of things,â he said quietly, almost to himself. âBut youâve got me, sweetheart. You donât have to pretend like it doesnât matter to me. It means something. And Iâm not going anywhere.â
Your eyes softened at his words, and despite the storm of emotions, you found comfort in his touch, in the sincerity in his eyes. The tension between you was palpable, but in that moment, it wasnât just about what you had, or the mess of your circumstances. It was about a promiseâunspoken but understoodâthat you would face this together, no matter what it took.
âI canât promise things will be easy,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âBut⌠maybe if you stay, if we try, we could figure this out. Together.â
Steve kissed your forehead softly, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. âWeâll figure it out,â he promised. âYouâre not alone in this. Not anymore.â
And as you stood there, under the stars, in a moment that felt timeless, Steve knew one thing for sureâwhatever came next, he wasnât going to let you face it without him.
â â
The air in Steveâs hotel room hit you differently nowâquieter, heavier. The events of the day loomed between you both: the wedding and the weight of your revelation. After the drive back to the beach, you couldnât bring yourself to return home, unwilling to face the reality waiting for you there. Steve had insisted you stay with him for the nightâhe couldnât bear the thought of you facing it all alone, especially not now. He didnât have all the answers, but he knew he couldnât just do nothing.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, Steve rubbed a hand over his face, the lines of his brow furrowed with thought. His mind raced, trying to conjure solutions, ways to help you. He wanted to be your knight in shining armor, but he knew this wasnât something he could fix with a few comforting words. You were trappedâyour passport, your freedom, your entire futureâlocked away by the very people meant to love and protect you.
â[Y/N], IâŚâ He faltered, his voice low and uncertain. âIâll figure something out.â
You sat curled up in the armchair by the window, your gaze fixed on the city lights outside, your expression distant and unreadable. For a long time, you didnât respond. You didnât need to. Your silence spoke volumesâhe could see the pain etched across your face, the hopelessness lingering in your eyes. It wasnât just exhaustion; it was the crushing realization that this wasnât merely a fight for freedom. It was a battle for your entire life.
Steveâs eyes lit with sudden resolve, and he turned to face you, an idea solidifying in his mind. âWhat if I could help you get out of here?â he asked, his voice urgent but careful.
Your gaze shifted to him, and though curiosity flickered across your face, the sadness in your eyes didnât waver. âWhat do you mean?â
He ran a hand through his hair, searching for the words. âI can pull some strings. There are peopleâresourcesâthat could help you. Maybe we can figure out a way to get your passport or get you somewhere safe. You donât have to stay here. You donât have to stay trapped.â
You shook your head, the weight of it all settling over you again. âTheyâll come for me, Steve. My familyâŚâ You trailed off, biting your lip, your voice tinged with despair. âI donât think I can escape them.â
Steve moved closer, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination. âYouâre not going through this alone,â he said firmly. âYou have more options than you think.â
He hesitated for a moment, glancing at the table where a stack of papers sat, before another idea struck him. âThe Mustang,â he said suddenly. âI rented it for this trip, but⌠I can buy it outright. Sell it after. Use the money to help you get started, to give you a chance until we figure out the rest.â
Your eyes widened as you sat up straighter, shaking your head in protest. âI canât accept that, Steve. Itâs too much. Itâs your car. Itâs⌠expensive.â
âItâs just a car,â he said, cutting you off before you could finish. His voice softened as his gaze bore into yours, filled with something raw and unguarded. âYou mean so much more to me than a car, sweetheart.â
The words caught in the air between you, and his chest tightened at his own vulnerability. You stared back at him, your expression wavering between gratitude and heartbreak. âI donât think I can go back to my family,â you whispered. âI donât think I can survive that again.â
A fierce protectiveness surged through Steve as he stepped closer to you. His hand hovered just above your shoulder before finally resting there gently. âI wonât let them take you,â he said, his voice rough with emotion. âI swear.â
You lowered your gaze for a moment, overwhelmed, before meeting his eyes once more. âI donât know what Iâd do without you,â you said softly.
Without hesitation, Steve reached out, his hands cupping your face with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. He tilted your head up, your eyes locking with his. And in that suspended moment, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss started soft, tentativeâa quiet promise in the midst of the chaos surrounding you both. But as it deepened, it carried with it the weight of everything unsaid: the fear, the hope, the connection you had both been too scared to acknowledge until now.
When you finally pulled back, Steve reached into his pocket, his expression momentarily distant. His fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the simple ring heâd carried for years. It had once been meant for Peggyâa relic of a life that never came to be. He had held onto it as a reminder of the past, but now, as he looked at you, he realized something.
Maybe it was time to let go. To stop clinging to a ghost and make space for something new, something real.
You looked up at him, your lips trembling with the beginnings of a smileâa real one, the first heâd seen from you since the day began. âThank you,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âI donât know whatâs coming next, but⌠I trust you.â
Steve nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he sat beside you on the bed. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, holding you close as the city lights shimmered in the distance. For a moment, the world outside didnât matter. The only thing that did was the quiet understanding between youâan unspoken promise to face whatever came next together.
â â
The following morning, you awoke to the soft sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore. The room was dim, the early light creeping in through the windows. Steve lay beside you, turning his head to look at you still asleep, curled up next to him. Your breathing was steady, peacefulâa stark contrast to the chaos of the night before.
Today was his last day in Barbados.
You hadnât solved everything, not yet, but you had taken the first step. You had found each other in a moment of vulnerability, and for once, the world outside felt a little less pressing. He smiled softly as he brushed a few strands of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your skin.
As he watched you, his thoughts turned to Peggyâher memory, her spiritâbut now it felt like a distant ache, not a tether keeping him bound to the past. Peggy had been a part of his journey, but he had learned it was okay to move on, to let go. The future, whatever it held, didnât need to be defined by what was lost. It could be shaped by what was right in front of himâyou, a new beginning, a chance to build something of your own.
You stirred and slowly opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. A soft smile appeared on your lips as you stretched, still half-asleep.
âMorning,â you whispered, your voice thick with the remnants of sleep.
âMorning,â he replied, his heart light despite everything you both still had to face. âHow are you feeling?â
Your eyes searched his for a moment, as if weighing the sincerity in his words. You glanced down, lost in thought, before meeting his gaze again. âIâm⌠okay,â you said quietly. âItâs a long road ahead, Steve. But I donât feel so lost anymore.â
He nodded, his hand gently caressing your arm. âWeâll take it one step at a time. Iâll help you with whatever comes next. Weâll figure it out together.â
Your eyes softened, and you gave a small nod. You werenât fully healed, and there was still a long way to go, but there was hope now. And that was enough.
The sun had fully risen by the time you and Steve were ready to face the world again. After the heartfelt conversation the night before, it felt like progress had been made, but the morning light brought a sobering clarity.
Steve stood at the window of the hotel room, staring out at the endless horizon, the weight of his duty pressing down on him. He had known this moment would come. He had always known that being with you was fleetingâa brief escape from the responsibilities he could never quite shake off. There was a sense of urgency in his chest, a reminder of the mission waiting for him, the world that still needed saving.
You had showered and dressed in silence, your face still pale from the weight of everything youâd gone through. You moved quietly around the room, packing your things as if trying to avoid the inevitable. You hadnât said it, but Steve could feel your resistance. The distance between you had already started to stretch.
He turned away from the window as you sat on the edge of the bed, looking small in the oversized hotel robe. You werenât meeting his gaze, and he couldnât blame you. You had put everything on the line to be with him, only to have to face the reality that a future together wasnât possibleânot now, at least.
âIâve been thinking,â Steve began, his voice steady but tinged with regret. âI might be able to help you get out of here, help you get your life back. Maybe through SHIELD⌠Iâll make sure youâre safe, that you have a way out of this. Iâll talk to the director.â
You didnât respond immediately. You just stared at your hands in your lap, your fingers trembling ever so slightly.
âI donât want you to do this for me, Steve,â you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. âYou have a life⌠your duty. You donât have to fix this for me. Iâll find a way out, one way or another. Iâve been running from this for years. I can handle it.â
Steve clenched his jaw, fighting the frustration bubbling up. âYou shouldnât have to,â he said quietly, walking over to where you sat. He crouched in front of you, his hands resting gently on your knees. âYou deserve better than this. You deserve more than a life of being pushed around by other peopleâs choices.â
Your eyes finally met his, and for a moment, you just looked at each other, the weight of the world between you. âI thought⌠I thought I could have a different life,â you said softly, your voice breaking as tears filled your eyes. âBut I donât know how to get away from this. I donât know how to get out.â
Steve took a deep breath, his heart aching for you. The situation wasnât fair, and he couldnât give you the kind of life you deserved. Not right now.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wedding ring. It was strange how something so tied to the past had suddenly become a symbol of hope for the future. He had carried it for too long, unsure of whether he would ever move on, but now it felt right.
He placed the ring in your hand, his fingers lingering on yours for a moment. âI canât stay, sweetheart. You know that,â he said softly. âBut this⌠this is for you. It meant a lot to me for a while, and now I want you to have it so you remember that youâre not alone. Youâre stronger than you know, and one day, youâll find your way out of all this. I believe that.â
You held the ring in your hand, your fingers wrapping around it as if it were the last thing tethering you to a future you werenât sure you could have. Your tears finally spilled over, and you let out a shaky breath.
âYouâre leaving, arenât you?â you asked, your voice breaking.
Steve nodded, standing up and giving you one last, lingering look. âI have to. Thereâs a world that still needs saving, and I canât turn my back on it. But youâll be okay. I know you will.â
You nodded slowly, wiping your eyes as you looked at him one last time. âIâll find a way⌠to make things right. I will.â
The two of you stood there in silence for a moment, the weight of what you couldnât have settling between you. Steve reached down and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.
âIâll never forget you,â he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. âAnd maybe one day⌠if the world isnât too broken, weâll find a way back to each other.â
You nodded, your heart torn, but you knew the truth of his words. You were both tied to duty, to the things that had shaped your lives. But that didnât mean you couldnât remember the good, the fleeting moments of peace you had shared. You would always have those.
âIâll keep this,â you whispered, holding up the ring. âItâs all Iâll have left of us.â
â â
You spent your final hours with Steve, the air between you thick with the bittersweetness of time slipping away. Neither of you wanted to waste a single moment.
The day was filled with small, meaningful acts that made it feel as though time had slowed. A quiet breakfast by the beach, just the two of you, the waves gently crashing against the shore. You walked along the sand, hand in hand, the sound of the ocean almost drowning out the rest of the world. Together, you shared memories, laughter, and stories, pretending, if only for a while, that the weight of the world wasnât pressing down on you.
But no matter how much you tried to savor each second, reality couldnât be ignored. Time continued to slip through your fingers.
In the afternoon, the two of you returned to the same spot where you had spent your first evening. The sunset painted the sky in vibrant shades of pink, orange, and gold. Steve leaned against a large rock, his arm wrapped around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. Both of you watched the fading light in silenceâa silence that was comfortable but heavy with unspoken words.
âI wish we had more time,â you murmured, breaking the stillness. Turning your face toward him, your eyes met his, reflecting the same sorrow you knew he felt.
âI wish I could give it to you,â he replied, his voice low and steady. He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing against your skin as if memorizing the sensation, knowing it might be the last time. âBut youâre strong. Youâll be okay. Youâve already come so far.â
You gave him a small smile, though it didnât quite reach your eyes. âWhat about you, Steve? Will you be okay?â
He hesitated, his answer caught somewhere between honesty and reassurance. He couldnât promise you heâd be okay, not with everything pulling him in so many directions. But he knew one thing for certain: this day, this moment, would stay with him forever. âI think I will,â he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You sat together in silence again, watching the sunset, neither of you ready to let the moment go.
As the evening deepened, you returned to the hotel together. Your movements were slower now, reluctant, each step bringing you closer to the inevitable parting. Steve could feel it too, the ache of what was to come. It hurt more than either of you had expected.
Before he left the room, you handed him somethingâa small, folded piece of paper. He opened it, revealing a drawing of a Mustang, your version of the car he had rented. At the bottom, you had written, âFor when youâre far away.â
He looked at you, his chest tightening with emotion. The words he wanted to say caught in his throat. Instead, he stepped forward and pulled you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you as if he could hold on forever. He kissed the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair, committing it to memory.
âYouâll always have me in your heart,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. You nodded against him, your tears threatening to fall as you held onto him, unwilling to let go.
âAnd youâll always have me, Steve. No matter where you are.â
â â
Steveâs boots clicked against the cold floor of the Avengers compound as he entered, the familiar hum of the place only adds to the weight in his chest. Heâd just come back from his brief time away, a time he wasnât sure how to summarize. It had been a whirlwind, a mixture of emotions he hadnât expected to feel so deeply. But this sudden vacation had successfully changed him.
As he stepped into the common room, he saw Tony lounging on the couch, his eyes glued to a screen. The moment Steve walked in, Tony looked up with a grin, clearly expecting the usual sarcastic quip.
âSo, Cap, how was your vacation?â Tony asked, casually tossing a glance at him.
Steve set down his duffel bag and leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair. He didnât quite know how to explain what heâd experienced, what heâd left behind. The memories of you lingered in his mind, and they felt like a weight he wasnât sure how to carry.
âIt was⌠well, it really helped me, Tony,â Steve said quietly, his voice steady, though there was an undercurrent of something deeper there, something he hadnât figured out how to unpack yet. He glanced out the window for a moment, as though the ocean and the memories of the beach could somehow soothe him. âI didnât realize how much I needed that time until it was over.â
Tony raised an eyebrow, always quick to read between the lines. But he didnât push; instead, he took a sip from his glass and leaned back, knowing when not to ask further questions. âGood to hear, Cap. We all need a break now and then.â
Steve nodded, though he didnât answer immediately. His thoughts drifted back to the last day he had spent with youâhow the two of you had spent hours walking along the beach, hand in hand, knowing it was the end of something beautiful but fleeting. He remembered the warmth of the sun on his face, the way your smile had both broken his heart and healed it at the same time. What hit him hardest, though, was the way you had parted. There had been no easy goodbye, no promise that somehow, someway, you would find a way to be together. Just the certainty that life, as it always did, would pull you both in different directions.
He couldnât shake the thought of that damn Mustang. The one he had rented for you, the symbol of the escape you had needed so badly. You had drawn it for himâyour version of it, something small, something tender, that he would hold onto forever. The image of your face, so full of determination and quiet sorrow, was etched in his mind, a constant reminder.
And yet, he knew he had to leave. He couldnât stay. Duty was calling, and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldnât just throw everything away. You had your own future now, one you had fought so hard to build. And he had hisâone that couldnât afford distractions, no matter how deep the feelings had run.
Tony watched Steve, noticing the faraway look in his eyes. âYouâre thinking about her, arenât you?â he asked casually.
Steve blinked, shaking himself from his thoughts. He hadnât expected Tony to guess it so quickly, but then again, Tony always had a way of cutting through the bullshit. He didnât know how to explain what had happened with you, what it had meant to each other. And he didnât want to, not yet.
âI am,â Steve admitted softly. âBut it doesnât matter. Sheâs going to be okay, Tony. I made sure of it.â His voice was low, steady with conviction, but there was something else thereâa tinge of regret that he couldnât quite shake.
Tony studied him for a moment. âThatâs good, Cap. But you donât have to keep it all together all the time, you know? Itâs okay to feel like you donât have all the answers.â
Steve chuckled softly, the humor in his voice tinged with melancholy. âIâm still figuring that out.â
Steve had made sure you left before him and was taken care of before his departure. He had called in every favor, using his influence and SHIELDâs resources to ensure you could leave your old life behind and start fresh. After everything that happened, you deserved a chance at freedom. The control your parents had over your life, the arranged marriageâthey had weighed so heavily on your shoulders for so long. But now, with Steveâs help, you were free.
With your new identity, a fresh passport, and a financial cushion, you had the chance to build your future on your own terms. Steve knew you had the strength to make something of yourself, but it wouldnât be easy. Heâd made sure you had the right people backing you, a network of allies who could help you navigate your new life, far from the constraints of your familyâs expectations.
You were enrolling in a prestigious university overseas, something you had always dreamed of but never had the opportunity to do before. The freedom you had fought for was finally within reach. Your family would never understand, but you didnât care anymore. You werenât the person they had tried to mold you into. You had become your own woman.
But leaving wasnât simple. The scars of your past, your familyâs rejection, and the haunting memories of the arranged marriage still lingered. You had to rebuild yourself from the ground up, and Steve had been there for you every step of the way, even from afar, even if you didnât directly know it. He had given up a part of himselfâhis heart, his peace of mindâjust to make sure you were safe and had a future. He had set things in motion to ensure you had a chance to be the person you wanted to be, even if it meant not being able to stay in your life.
He had watched you go, knowing that despite everything you shared, you could never be together. You were on your own now, and Steve had to let you go. His duty, his responsibilities, and the life he led as Captain America had always come first. But that didnât stop him from caring for you, or from wondering what might have been, if only circumstances were different.
As the plane took off, you looked out the window, leaving behind the life that had almost consumed you. Steveâs name echoed in your heart, but you knew you couldnât look back. You had to keep moving forward. You had your own life to live now, and you would make it count. For him.
You were heading down a different path now, one of independence, of freedom. He had made sure you had the support you needed, and as much as he wished things had turned out differently, he knew he had to let you go.
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Later, as Steve stood in the hallway, his hand on the door to his room, he took one last deep breath. He thought of you, of the way your eyes had sparkled in the fading light of the sun, of the way your smile had broken his heart. He thought of the fading tattoo, the Mustang, and the promise of freedom you now had, and the one thing he had given youâsomething simple but meaningful: a wedding ring.
It wasnât his first choice. It wasnât even his second. It was the one he shouldâve given Peggy, the one he carried with him for years as a reminder of what could have been. But now, it had found its way to youâthe woman who had made him feel something more than duty, more than responsibility. He couldnât keep carrying it, couldnât keep living in the shadow of his past. He had to let go.
The ring was a relic. It didnât matter anymore. What mattered was that, for once, he had lived in the moment.
For Steve, it was the kind of love that burned brightlyâintense, fleeting, and beautiful. Like an American wedding, it brimmed with promise, a celebration of what could have been. But some things, no matter how luminous, werenât meant to endure. And maybe that was okay. Because even in its brevity, it left something lastingâa healing fragment of you, etched into his once broken heart, immune to the passage of time.
And like an American divorce, it became a love story confined to memoriesâbittersweet and unfinished. You both knew it could never be more, but the echoes of it lingered, quietly shaping the man he would become.
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Who fell first and who fell harder?
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If you werenât planing on writing it (and as your request are still open Iâm going to take advantage of that sorry) can you write your idea of reader being Peggy and dottie daughter and dating Nat but mostly dottie gets overprotective?
Meet The Carters
Pairing:Â Peggy Carter x Daughter! Reader, Dottie Underwood x Daughter! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader || High School AU.
Summary:Â When your mother, Peggy, discovers you have a girlfriend, she asks you to bring her to dinner. When your other mother, Dottie, lays eyes on the girl you've been dating, things take a turn.
Angst, Fluff
Warnings:Â Mentions of Red Room, Overprotective Parent?? Slight Mention of Child Abuse (reader being abandoned and malnourished), Nat is 17, Reader is 16Â | K
AC:Â I finally got around to writing this! At first, I was writing it as a drabble but I got carried away and now itâs a full fic lmao! I hope you enjoy! x
You were unpacking your study books from your backpack when your mother knocked on the door, chewing on an apple slice, she smiled softly at you.Â
"Who was that you were hugging just now?" She asked in her thick British accent as she leaned against the door frame. Your cheeks felt warm as you turned to face your mother. "Just a friend" you replied.Â
You've been dating Natasha for a few months now, it was still rather new and not a lot people knew, just a few friends. Natasha is a year older than you and you weren't too sure how your mothers would react to the small age gap or how they would react to you dating in general.Â
"Oh, come on sweetie, I know a friendly hug when I see one and that wasn't one" you Peggy tease as she took a seat at the end of your bed and watched as you set your homework on your desk ready to tackle after an afternoon snack.Â
"Were you spying on me?" You asked with a cocked brow. Your mother chuckled, "I'm afraid that noticing things is a huge part of my job that now just comes naturally outside of work. So, come on, who is she?"Â
You couldn't help the growing smile that took over your face, you took a seat next to your mother. She was always the one you got along with a little better. You loved Dottie but sometimes you felt she was a little harder to connect with than Peggy. "Her name is Natasha" you answered, blushing more than you wanted to show.Â
"Natasha" Peggy repeated, "How about you invite her to dinner tonight, we'll have pizza and a movie. I want to meet this girl who's making you turn redder than tomato" she added. Playfully, you rolled your eyes but agreed to ask her.Â
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When Dottie came home from work, she hugged you tightly as if it would be the last time she would hug you but you didn't think too much of it and asked how her day was.Â
"It was, well, work. How was your day?" she replied. She never spoke about her job or what she did. In fact, you never knew what she did for a living, you once asked when you were around six years old, and she told you she as like mommy and helps take the bad guys off the streets, but her job was super-secret and only mommy knew about it. You never asked her about it again after that.
You were only a year old when Peggy found you abandoned in a dark alley way. She took you to the hospital and called child services, she stayed by your side the entire time you were in the hospital. You were malnourished and very underweight for a baby of your age. When the time came for you to be released from hospital and into the care of child services, Peggy couldn't bare somebody else taking care of you and that's how Peggy became your mother. You were two years old when Dottie and Peggy got married and now you have two mothers.Â
"Oh you know, school is, well, school" you replied to tease.
"Very funny" Dottie cocked a brow, "why has mom got the dinner table set?" She asked when she noticed the table was set for four instead of three. You sat down on the sofa and picked up the television remote before working up the nerve to tell her who was coming over. "Uhm, well, my girlfriend is joining us for dinner tonight, it was mom's idea" you replied quickly turning the TV on.Â
"Girlfriend? Since when?" Dottie frowned. You chewed your bottom lip, "Since four months ago" you kept your eyes on the TV only to be saved by Peggy just before Dottie could ask anymore questions.Â
"Honey, your home!" She smiled, placing a kiss on her wife's lips.Â
"Who is this girlfriend that is coming over?" Dottie asked before Peggy dragged her into the kitchen. You couldn't hear much but little whispers here and there. You knew that Peggy was telling Dottie not to overreact and that there would be a time when you would bring somebody home to meet them.Â
You tried to listen more but a knock at the door made your stomach flutter with nerves as you got up to answer it. Natasha smiled softly in her leather jacket, jeans, and black tee. "I hope I'm not late" she spoke. You shook your head, "early actually, the pizza hasn't arrived yet" you smiled as you invited her in.
"Just a heads up, Peggy is excited to meet you and Dottie, well, I'm not too sure how she feels. She just found out a moment ago that I had a girlfriend" you rambled. Natasha placed a kiss on your cheek, "it'll be okay" she whispered.Â
Your mothers came out of the kitchen, Peggy smiled instantly while Dottie's eyes widened. You didn't want to say anything, but it disappointed you that she wasn't even ready to give Natasha a chance to show how amazing she was.Â
"You must be Natasha, it's lovely to meet you" Peggy greeted your girlfriend.Â
"Y/n didn't mention you were English" Natasha replied, lying of course.Â
"Oh, yes. England born and raised" your mother smiled once more, "this is my wife, Dottie. Don't mind her, she's had long day at work" she added as Dottie stepped forward to shake Nat's hand. She noticed the look of worry on your face and for your sake gave the red head a soft smile, "it's lovely to meet you" Dottie said.Â
"Thank you both for having me over tonight, it's a pleasure to meet you both" Natasha replied.Â
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You and Natasha sat across from your parents while the four of you chatted and ate pizza, neither one of your mothers were great cooks so you were glad it was take-away night for Natasha's sake.Â
"You mentioned you moved to Ohio, where were you before that?" Dottie asked. If looks could kill, Natasha would've been dead the moment your mother laid eyes on her. During the entire dinner you noticed that your mother was very focused on Natasha while Peggy was more laid back and enjoyed your girlfriend's company.Â
"I was actually born in Russia and my family moved to Ohio because of my father's work" Natasha replied, keeping strong eye contact with your mother who didn't seem to relax.Â
"Well, Y/n didn't mention you were Russian!" Peggy commented with a chuckle as she referenced Natasha's first comment to her earlier in the night. Natasha chuckled, "Russian born and raised, kinda" she replied. Dottie excused herself from the table, using the excuse to use the bathroom but you knew it was just a way for her to leave the room. You followed after her, Peggy taking a deep breath and offered that her and Nat go outside and enjoy some fresh air.Â
"What is your problem mom?" You asked, following Dottie into your parent's bedroom. She turned to you and shook her head, "She needs to leave and you're not to see her again. Do you understand me?" she said sternly. You closed the door behind you to prevent Natasha from hearing anything that left your mother's lips.Â
"No, I don't understand! You've known her for a few hours, and you haven't even tried to give her a chance!" You snapped.Â
"I don't need too; I know this is hard for you to understand but this is for your safety"
"My safety?! Natasha isn't some criminal you and mom need to take off the streets!" You frowned.Â
"She's worse that that! She's exactly the type of person I don't want my daughter around!" Dottie snapped; you've never heard this tone from her before. Her eyes were full of worry which took you back, your mother had never looked at you with so much fear before. "What is it mom?" You asked in a calmer tone. Dottie shook her head, "you need to ask her to leave, and you can't see her again, I need you to trust me" she repeated.Â
"No, if you want Natasha to leave, you ask her" you replied before leaving the room to join Natasha and Peggy outside. "Everything okay love?" Natasha asked, placing a hand on your hip while she brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "Yeah" you sighed, "can we go get some ice cream or something? I don't want to be here right now" you added.Â
"Honey, your mom just needs a little time to get used to that fact you're growing up" Peggy inserted herself.Â
"No mom, she didn't even give Natasha a chance and you know it!" You looked over at your mom with tears of frustration filling your eyes. "I think I know what this is about" Natasha replied softly, "let me go talk to her" she added, placing a kiss on your forehead.Â
"Don't say another word" Dottie's voice made you turn to the back door where she stood.Â
"Dottie!" Peggy snapped, "Leave it alone" she added. Your mother's words made you frown, "no, why can't Nat say anything? What is going on?" You demanded answers.Â
"I'm not going to lie to her, Dottie, you might but I won't" Natasha looked at your mother before turning to you, "Your mother and I have the same job, it's not even a job. We don't get paid. We're trained at a place called the Red Ro-"
"Natasha!" Dottie interrupted with a stern tone while her eyes burned into Natasha's. "Can I have a word?" She asked. Natasha nodded and followed your mom into the living room while Peggy did her best to keep you from following them.Â
"I hoped this day wouldn't come so soon" your mom started.Â
"What do you mean mom? Please, can you just tell me what's going on?" you asked with arms crossed over your chest. Peggy sat down on one of the outdoor chairs on the porch, she patted the seat next to her and you took a seat beside her. "Your mom used to work for an organisation called Red Room. I've been working endlessly to try and find the location of this place but it's almost impossible. They take girls, from the street, pay for them and brainwash them. Your mother was trained to kill peopleâŚ" Your mother went on to explain.Â
Tears streamed down your face by the time Peggy had finished explaining everything to you. Now you know everything and the reason why your mother never told you how work was because she's been trying to stay in the organizations good books to get back to head office to give Peggy the location. Natasha is what they call a widow, she's on a mission and being with you was never part of the plan.Â
You went inside, not caring about what Nat and your mother were talking about, you walked by Natasha and hugged your mother tightly. She hugged you back just as tight before you let her free and turned to Nat, "so how about that ice cream?" You asked with a soft smile. Natasha read between the lines and nodded, "do you guys want to come?" You asked looking at both your mothers.Â
"You know what, ice cream sounds really good right now" Dottie smiled softly, "Natasha, what do you drive?" She asked.Â
"A motorcycle" Nat replied. Dottie looked to Peggy then back to Nat, "How about I drive us" she suggested.Â
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Captain Peggy Carter runs outâŚ
Peggy: Targetâs on the move! Stark, where are you?
Y/N Stark lands and throws the target to the ground at Peggyâs feetâŚ
Y/N: Carter, I believe this belongs to you. O Captain my Captain
Peggy: my Iron Knight (blushes)
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We Belong Together (DARK! Steve Rogers x M! Reader)
Just something that came to mind and couldn't help but write it. Please tell me if you like this style of writing more or prefer my original one. Thanx for reading!
Summary: Dating Steve Rogers was more difficult than you'd imagined. He was a man riddled with insecurities and, unfortunately, this affected your relationship.
tags: dark Steve Rogers, manipulation, the Avengers are no help, toxic relationship, not Steve friendly, gaslighting, no happy ending and ambiguous ending


Your relationship with Steve was rocky, to say the least. And you know it sounded stupid because you're dating Captain America, the epitope of male perfection and respect, but you weren't dating him. You were dating Steve Rogers, the man who was always beaten to a pulp behind alleyways before the serum took over. The man who did everything to fit in, but was neglected due to his health problems and scrawny appearance. And in a way, you sympathized with Steveâhe was still the boy seeking acceptance from everyone, and you, who he'd let into his heart after the whole Peggy fiasco, couldn't desert him. But there was a line between what you would label as love and obsession.
It would be fine if Steve wanted to spend each weekend lazing about in bed, arms wrapped around you, not wanting to let you even use the bathroom, but it was another story if he had your location turned on and was texting you hurtful messages implying infidelity. You'd let it pass one time, but when it became a routine, and Steve became more suffocating to be around, you realized you'd fucked up. No breakup was easy, but when you're doing it to Steve Rogers, a man who was known for his determination and unwillingness to change his mind, it would be near impossible.
With his job as a full-time Avenger, there was never a good time for you to sit down and talk to Steve. He was either tired or stressed, with the latter making you squeamish to even interact with. No Steve was pleasant to deal with, as of late, but a stressed Steve was walking into enemy ground. If the damage to the punching bags was any indication. However, it seems whatever God above favored you when your boyfriend announced he'd asked for a week off to spend it with you. His smile was genuine, but you noted the strange twinkle in his eyes when he casually noted that it would be your anniversary.
"Who knows what surprise I have in store for you." He said, but those words, said with so much innocence had you fretting. You hated to do it, but it seemed you'd be breaking up with him before his plan could come to fruition.
"Steve, about that..." You trailed off, looking away from him to gain courage, but found none. "I don't think we're working out. I want to break up." There, you said internally, just like ripping off a bandaid. You risked looking up at Steve and instantly regretted it. He had a look of silent fury and violence??? but then it washed over with indifference. You expected yelling, even begging, but silence stung more. "I'm sorry, but I..." How would you broach the topic of his toxicity without sounding like a total asshole?
"Is there someone else?" Steve interrupted, quite rudely. He tilted his head, mind racing with every person who'd ever interacted with you. Who had convoluted your mind into breaking up with him? If there was another man, Steve would make them regret their existence. Taking what wasn't theirs to begin with. "Is it Thomas? I knew he wasn't just a friend."
"No!" You shouted, hurt by the implication. Thomas was a co-worker who you befriendedâhe was like a brother to you, nothing more, nothing less. "This is part of the problem, Steve. You think I always cheat, making me feel stupid for overreacting to your jealousy when it's unhealthy as hell."
"But you always seem so close to everyone else." Your ex replied, his voice wavering between anger and insecurity. "How am I supposed to feel when I see you laughing and talking with Thomas like that?"
You shook your head, frustration boiling over. "How are you supposed to feel?! You're supposed to trust me, Steve! You're supposed to know that if I'm with you, it's because I chose you. But you keep pushing me away with all this suspicion. It's exhausting."
Steve clenched his fists, struggling to find the words. "I only act this way because I care about you, because I don't want to lose you. You know how much I love you. If I didn't care so much, I wouldn't be jealous." He knew it was a stupid reason, but Steve was desperate. He wouldn't lose you over something he had no control over. Didn't you know how handsome, pretty, and unique you truly were? Didn't you see the hungry stares people throw your way? It was Steve's duty as a boyfriend to show them you were taken; his completely.
"That's another thing, Steve! You alienating me from my friends and co-workers."
Steve's face twisted in frustration. "So, what? I should just sit back and let whomever get close to you?"
"I can't control everyone's actions, Steve! Don't try to guilt trip me into thinking your behavior is normal...it isn't. Your reaction just reaffirms my decision." Not wanting to face your ex any longer, you stood up from the table and headed to the door. After all, this was Steve's apartment, and as much as he tried to encourage you to move in, right now you were grateful you stood your ground. But not even before your hand touched the doorknob, Steve's whimpers sounded behind you.
Steve panicked seeing you near the door. You had to understandâhe never meant to make you angry, he just loves you so much that perhaps his behavior did come off as overbearing. But this was for your own good, Steve thought, you were too naive, too trusting of people who would only take advantage of you. With tears in his eyes, Steve began to whimper and make himself look half his size. "I'm sorry. I'll change, I promise, but please don't leave me. I love you."
It irked Steve that you didn't face him, but when he saw you pause, his heart rejoiced. Just for it to quickly fall again when you did open the door and told him you couldn't do this anymore. Unable to do anything as you finally closed the door, leaving him alone, Steve's anger made an appearance. Grabbing the closest thing to him, he flung it to the wall and continued to do so until every single item in his living room lay in thousands of tiny little pieces.
You're acting irrationally, Steve told himself. You'll soon come to realize the grave mistake you are making. I'm the only one who could protect and love you. I'll give you space to calm down, and then, perhaps you can understand me.
A week had passed since you'd broken up with Steve, and the man wasn't taking the news well. He believed you would've crumbled and ran back into his arms once the day ended, but when you hadn't called, much less answered his messages, the man grew furious. How dare you block his number and change the locks on your door? Did you have a visitor over, taking advantage of his absence to fuck whomever you desired? Didn't he mean anything to you? The week's absence had made Steve spiral out of control.
The reasonable part of him told him to move on, respect your wishes, and cease contact, but this was you. You weren't replaceable to Steve, oh no, he would make you stand by his side until death do part. Didn't you see you guys were meant to be? It also probably didn't help that the Avengers took his side and began feeding into Steve's delusions.
"I don't get it, man. You treat him right and love him unconditionally. How could he break your heart?" Was Tony's response once he heard of your relationship status. "He's dumb to break things off. I can only hope my relationship with Pepper is as strong as yours." Yeah, Tony wasn't really a help in calming Steve down.
Meanwhile, you were picking up the pieces of your life. Reconnecting with friends Steve had frightened off and taking a much-needed vacation from New York. You couldn't escape Steve when he was a public imageâCaptain America basically ruled over New York and had a place in people's hearts.
Sitting down at the little cabin you rented for the month, you sipped on your coffee and rethought your plans. Initially, you wanted to just start anew in New York, forget about Steve, and continue living your life, but that was thrown out the window. You could sense eyes wherever you went after breaking things off with Steve, and you might be crazy for saying such a thing, but you knew Steve. Knew he would pull strings to keep in contact and have an eye on you.
It also wasn't unreasonable to make such a connection when Steve was the leader of the Avengersâa team of superheroes with varying skills and resources. So your original plan of staying turned into you seeking residence as far away from the U.S. as possible. Yet, when you believe you've found the perfect place, something gets in the wayâyour bank is unable to transfer funds, the listing immediately reads as sold, the realtor not answering your calls. Every hindrance only makes you come to the same conclusionâSteve.
Yelling when the mug shattered in your hand, hot coffee burning your skin, you realized you werenât alone. The front door of the cabin was closed, but standing next to it was Steve. The nearby lamp cast a dim, flickering light over his figure, highlighting his state of disarray. His once clean-cut appearance was gone, replaced by stubble, messy hair, and a simple t-shirt with jeans that looked like theyâd been slept in. "Get out." You hissed, but the man only stepped closer, frightening you. "Get out! I don't want anything to do with you."
"I tried to be nice, and give you space, but nothing works." Steve said, ignoring your wishes as he advanced toward you. For every step he took, you stepped back twice. You couldn't help but fear for your safety when Steve disregarded your wishes and had this glint of madness in his eyes. "I need you. Can't you see that?"
Your back hit the wall, trapping you as Steve loomed closer. You never took your eyes off him, every nerve in your body screaming for you to escape, but there was nowhere left to go. "Steve, please." you begged, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. "You're scaring me. This isn't love."
Steveâs hand reached out, brushing against your cheek in a gesture that once might have been tender, but now only filled you with dread. "Youâll see, in time. Youâll remember how good we were together. You just need to stop fighting it."
Before you could react, Steve's hand shot out, gripping your chin with a force that made you wince. In a flash, he pulled you closer and crushed his lips against yours, his kiss bruising and possessive. You struggled against him, trying to push him away, but his arms were too strong, locking you in place as he held you tightly.
Your mind raced, panic surging through you as you fought to break free. This was not the man you once cared for; this was someone consumed by a twisted obsession, willing to do anything to keep you. Tears welled in your eyes as you clawed at his arms, desperate for air, desperate to escape.
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Morning sex
I was imagining how the MCU women would wake you up for morning sex and got stuck on Wanda... Now I finally wrote blurbs for a few characters and I will post them as soon as I've edited them.
Wanda: She finds a new spell in the Darkhold and wants to try it out, doesn't matter that you're still asleep. Link
Kate: She wakes up horny, so she gets up and puts on her favorite strap. She wakes you up, rubbing it against your ass, asking which hole you would like stuffed this fine morning.
Monica: She's so nice about waking you up, soft kisses pressed all over you face. She makes you choose between her strap, fingers and mouth. She even let's you set the pace but is not afraid to help out when you're too tired.
Xialing: The head of the Ten Rings worked through the night, but luckily you were able to sleep a few hours. On your blanket. Next to her throne. In a room bustling with her goons and soldiers. Naked.
Agatha: You fall asleep with her strap inside you, you wake up with her strap inside you. But she's been awake for longer than you.
Captain Carter: Peggy comes back from a mission while you're sleeping, so when you wake up with her thigh between yours, you grind on it until she wakes up and fucks you properly. Link
Carol and Valkyrie: You wake up sandwiched between them, hot and sweaty, but you're not going to complain. Especially not when they remind you of your manners.
Hela: A sharp pull on your leash wakes you up on your matress next to her bed. But you're smart enough not to move until she tells you to.
Author's Note: I wrote most of these in a public library and tried really hard not to include my raging mommy kink in any of them. Agatha will always make me fail at that. Other warnings would be a bouquet of straps, some pet play, maybe some dubious consent, but definitely soft!Monica. Individual warnings will be in separate posts. If you want to see a specific character first, come scream at me about it.
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To Exist Here With You
Alpha!PeggyNat x Omega!Reader
Summary: Your Alpha's risk their lives everyday to protect you from the horrors that plague humanity. They are not prepared in the slightest for the moment you decide to do the same for them.
words: 2, 444
Warning: canon typical violence, gunshot wound, Talks of blood, emotional conversations, angst.
Chaos. You were surrounded by pure chaos. Detecting the hydra infiltration earlier this week was a piece of cake compared to this. You are a high clearance tech analyst within Shield and have bare minimum field experience. Right now, you wish you had listened to your Alphas when they tried to get you to train with them. You were naive thinking Black Widow and Captain Carter would always be around to protect you. Never stopping to realize that maybe one day they would be the ones that need protecting. Youâre hiding in plain sight behind a clothing line watching your love's battle for their lives.Â
Peggy is getting pummeled around by the hydra stomper. It makes your stomach churn with fear. You know sheâs giving it her all. If there is any way she can save you and Natasha sheâs going to take it. Even if itâs at the expense of her own life. The absolute idiot. Meanwhile, Natasha is valiantly taking on the Iron Maiden, knowing full well that if the Red Room gets their hands on the three of you, itâs game over. Sheâs tired and slowing down after fighting through waves of other black widows beforehand. They both are reaching their limits. God, why did you have to mate with such self-sacrificing Alphas? There has to be something you can do.Â
Your inner Omega keeps screaming for you to save them from their fates. Protect them. You canât lose your mates. Itâs too painful. You must save them. The odds of not getting captured are high with the red room scanning for living beings within their nuclear village but you canât stay here anymore. Looking between both battles you see that Peggy and the hydra stomper seem to have come to a stalemate during your inner contemplation. She may be trying to convince Steve who he really is and with any luck hopefully she will be able to break through to him. Your decision made on where to go you finesse your way closer to where Natasha is battling the Iron Maiden. Youâve never seen her get thrown around like this. Itâs terrifying to watch.
The way to protect Natasha becomes abundantly clear within a few seconds. You know they are going to be furious with you if you somehow survive this but if they are willing to lay their lives down for you. Why canât you do the same for them? The Iron Maiden has Natasha on the ground with a heel stepping purposefully on her throat. A gun aimed point blank. You react without thinking, lunging towards her with speed you didnât know you possessed, tackling her to the ground. You hear the sound of the gunshot going off from beneath you but nothing compares to the feeling of the bullet piercing your abdomen. Time feels like itâs moving in slow motion as your body grows taut from the pain. Youâre not quite sure what happens after that. All you can focus on is the warmth of the blood seeping out of your body as it pours onto the ground around you. You hear your Alphaâs howling in grief and the swish of Peggyâs shield. It is truly a mystery to you how you end up cradled in Natashaâs arms. She keeps telling you to stay with them. The look of despair in her eyes makes you want to, but you're so tired. Peggyâs trying her hardest to keep pressure on the wound. It seems to be in vain. You donât want her to blame herself but the heart broken look sheâs shooting you tells you all you need to know.
âDarling, please hang on. The quinjet is almost here.â Peggy pleads.Â
You want to stay more than anything. To live a lifetime with them is your dream but you're growing so cold. Your eyelids are so heavy. You no longer have the strength to hold them open. As you start to fade away you canât help but think how thankful you are that the last thing you will see on this earth are the beautiful faces of your mates.Â
âNo, Detka. Keep your eyes open for me, please.â Natasha cries.
You really wish you could.
xXx
You know something awful happened to you. You just arenât sure what it is. You canât seem to open your eyes no matter what you do. Every minute of the day is spent in darkness. You can hear the sounds of steady beeping and muffled voices. You can feel a weight resting in your right hand. You can even smell the most exquisite aroma and feel soft lips press against your forehead.Â
On some days, the muffled voices turn into only one voice. This voice pleads with you to wake up. You wish you could more than anything. If not to figure out whatâs going on then to bring comfort to this person. Everytime it happens the person seems to grow more and more desperate for you to come too.Â
Youâre not sure how long this cycle has been repeating. It could be days, a month, or even a year. Truthfully youâre not even sure if you are alive anymore. It feels like you are just continuously drifting through a never ending limbo. Is this person you so desperately want to comfort even real? Are you even real anymore?
All these questions float around your sluggish brain until one day something feels different. Someone is coaxing you back to this world. You can feel your mind getting sharper and becoming more aware. You can feel yourself reconnecting with your body and you feel a dull ache in your abdomen. A bright light looms over your eyes. And for the first time in a long time your eyes flutter open. And everything rushes back to you. The memories of the Iron Maiden pulling out a gun and aiming it directly at Natasha. The piercing pain after intercepting it and the howls of grief stricken Alphas echoing around you.
You are brought back to the present moment by a woman's voice. You look around seeing the familiar face of Dr. Cho in pink scrubs.
âMiss Y/L, I hope you remember me. Itâs Dr. Cho, sweetie. You were in a very serious accident and have been in a medically induced coma for the last three weeks. Your body needed time to heal from the bullet wound and the amount of blood loss you suffered. Donât try to speak, we haven't taken your breathing tube out yet.â Dr. Cho said soothingly.Â
Before you can fully take in what she has said. You feel the weight in your hand give a tight squeeze. You move your eyes to the right and see a very disheveled Natasha Romanoff. She looks like she hasnât slept for days; dark black bags are underneath her eyes. Her hair is in a messy bun and she's wearing one of your old MIT sweatshirts. What really rocks you to your core though is the lingering look of devastation mixed with hope in those beautiful green orbs. It breaks your heart. The person pleading with you to wake up was Natasha. And youâre not sure how to process that. Your mate has always been soft for you but the stoic Alpha displaying her emotions so openly is jarring.Â
Your eyes flick around the room in search of your other mate. Until they land on the familiar regal silhouette of your Alpha staring at you through the room window, tears cascading down Peggyâs cheekbones. The longing in her gaze is undeniable. You wonder why she's so far away from you before returning your gaze to Natasha. As you lay there staring at her you can see the devastation and hope quickly turn into panic.
âIs this normal? She doesnât seem to know whatâs going on? What if she didnât get enough oxygen to her brain when she was down?â Natashaâs voice was coated with worry.
âShe is stable right now and coming out of a coma, Nat. Itâs normal for her to be a little out of it. There is nothing to worry about yet. I will tell you if that changes.â Dr. Cho reassured her.
Natasha didnât look convinced in the slightest. And knowing her as well as you do, you knew she was ramping up for a fight, so you mustered up all the energy you had in you. And you squeezed her hand. Natashaâs eyes snap to yours; fresh tears spring to those emerald eyes you love so much.
âY/n?â she whimpered.Â
xXx
The past few weeks have been quite the journey. Recovering from a fatal bullet wound is no joke. The pain and anxiety that has come with it has been overwhelming. You wouldnât have been able to get through it without your Alphaâs. They have been the most supportive partners while you heal. That being said, as Dr. Cho examines you for the last time before youâre released from the med bay; you canât help but stare at the pacing Alphaâs through the window. Their behavior as of late is concerning you. Natasha can barely have you out of her sight while Peggy is always here to support you but sheâs grown distant. Itâs understandable. It really is but itâs terrifying you.Â
âWell Miss. Y/L, your healing has exceeded expectations. Youâre going to need to take it easy for a while but you will be out of here in no time.â Dr. Cho moves to gently rest her hand on your shoulder. Giving it a comforting squeeze. âI know you're scared right now but they are dealing with what happened to you in their own way. Believe it or not they are in far better shape then they were when you were brought in.â
âI canât imagine they were any better than I am when one of them ends up here. I never wanted them to feel that pain but I did what I had to do to protect them.â You shrug helpless and full of sorrow.Â
Dr. Cho gives you a soft smile. âI get it. Trust me. They just aren't used to being on this side of things. They are always the heroes that end up waking up from injuries, not the loved ones that worry over said injuries.â She chuckles a little. âAnd those Alphaâs of yours are always so quick to blame themselves.â
âI knowâŚI donât know what to do.â You whisper.
âYou talk to them, sweetie. Now, itâs about time we let those two back in here so you three can get on home.â
xXx
Your Alphaâs fluff the pillows and cushions your nest is made out of. Before tucking you in with blankets theyâve scented to bring you comfort. The relief you feel surrounded by their scent is instant. Your scattered mind clears and your sore abdomen finds solace in the warmth.Â
Peggy kneels beside you, caressing your cheek. âDo you need anything else, love?â
âWe can get you more blankets or a couple of our hoodies if youâre not comfy enough, Detka.â Natasha snuggles into your unoccupied side, gently rubbing her nose over your scent gland.Â
You allow yourself to bask in their presence for a few seconds, pulling Peggy down to lay with you as well. The familiar essence of cinnamon clove and lavender grow stronger as you cuddle them.
âIâm as comfortable and as happy as I could ever be here with you guys. The only thing I need is for the two of you to start talking to me about what happened. Natasha can barely stand to have me out of her sight and Peggy is here physicallyâŚbut emotionally not so much.âÂ
The arms wrapped around you squeeze you just a tad bit tighter. You watch Peggyâs brows furrow and her deep, chocolate brown eyes fill with guilt. You feel wet tears sliding down your neck where Natasha clings to you.Â
âDarling, I didnât mean to neglect you in this way. I couldnât bare to see you in that hospital bed, looking so pale and fragile. It broke me. Iâm so sorry, I haven't been handling this well.â Peggy pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. âYou have to understand how difficult this is for us. When I heard that shot ring out and saw you laying there. I couldnât..âÂ
The sob she releases breaks your hearts. âPeggy, I do understand, I promise. We all deal with pain in a different way. The terror I feel everytime I get a call about you or Natasha being injured is unbearable but I always talk to you guys about it. You canât lock your feelings away, sweetheart.â
âI knowâŚI think Iâve been trying to avoid facing this. We watched our Omega almost bleed out. It was harrowing. There was nothing Nat or I could do but apply pressure to your wound while watching you drift away.â she croaks, her teary eyes searching yours. âIâve lost so many people in my lifetime but losing you or NatâŚI wouldnât survive it.â
You hesitate, struggling to find the right words. âAnd I wouldnât survive losing either of you. The Iron Maiden would have shot Natty. I couldnât let that happen.â Your eyes well up with tears, pleading with them. âIâm sorry for the pain it caused you both but I will not apologize for saving her.â
Peggy inhales shakily. âYou didnât tell me that, Nat.â she reaches for her with heart broken eyes. âI almost lost you both.â
A choked sob escapes Natashaâs lips, as she burrows further into you. âOur Omega shouldnât have had to save me. I should have been strongerâŚEverytime I close my eyes I see it. The endless pool of red that spilled out of her, the paleness of her skin and the way the light left her eyes. It was supposed to be me.â she said, voice thick with despair.  Â
âOh baby, no. Donât you dare say that. I survived what happened. Iâm here with you both. If it had been you. We would have lost you. The Iron Maiden was aimed right at your-â you canât even finish the sentence, so overcome with anguish.Â
Trembles overtake the three of you as you lay clutching onto one another. Your Alphaâs openly weeping onto your collarbone, as you drag their hands together, intertwining them over your heart.
âSee, my brave, strong, fearless Alphaâs. Iâm here, feel the pounding of my heart underneath your hands. And the pulse of each other in your palms.â
âI love you so much, my darlings.â Peggy mewls.
âI love you two more than anything.â Natasha whispers.
âI love you too, my precious Alphas.â
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Arrival at the Hydra base
Natasha Romanoff x Peggy Carter x Maria Hill x Reader
Summary
Y/N was transported to the Hydra base under the control of the Red Room and Hydra. The Avengers arrived, disrupting their plans and uncovering Y/N's involvement in the "Red Soldier" project as "The Executioner."
Warnings
None?
[âChapter One: Arrival at the Hydra Baseâ]
The cold metal chains chafed against my wrists as I was escorted by the Red Room operatives towards the awaiting transportation to the Hydra base. There was no escape for me, as both organizations held ownership over my very existence. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination as I prepared myself for the unknown challenges that awaited me at the Hydra facility.
The journey to the Hydra base was shrouded in secrecy, with the Red Room operatives ensuring my compliance through subtle threats and promises of power. The vehicle that carried me was unmarked, its windows tinted to conceal the outside world. My thoughts raced as I tried to piece together what my future held in this new environment controlled by Hydra.
As we approached the Hydra base, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. The air was heavy with the weight of darkness and oppression that permeated the very walls of the facility. The sight of armed guards standing at attention sent a chill down my spine, reminding me of the danger that lurked within these walls.
The gates of the Hydra base loomed before us, opening with a sinister creak that echoed through the silent night. As I was led inside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding wash over me. This was a place of secrets and shadows, where loyalty was bought with blood and betrayal lurked around every corner.
I steeled myself for what lay ahead, knowing that my survival depended on my ability to navigate the treacherous waters of Hydra's domain. Little did I know that my arrival at the Hydra base would mark the beginning of a journey that would test my limits and push me to the brink of darkness.
The sudden arrival of the Avengers at the Hydra base sent shockwaves through the facility, catching the guards off guard and throwing the carefully laid plans of the Red Room and Hydra into disarray. The sound of screeching tires and the roar of engines filled the air as the Avengers' quinjet touched down outside the base, a symbol of hope and resistance against the darkness that lurked within.
Iron Man's suit gleamed in the dim light as he led the charge, followed closely by Captain America, Black Widow, Thor, and the rest of the team. Their presence was a beacon of light in the shadowy depths of the Hydra base, a reminder that justice would prevail against tyranny and oppression.
As the Avengers stormed the base, their weapons at the ready, chaos erupted in their wake. Hydra agents scrambled to defend their stronghold, while Red Room operatives fought tooth and nail to protect their secrets. The clash of metal and gunfire reverberated through the halls, a symphony of battle that echoed the fierce determination of those who fought for freedom.
Peggy Carter and Maria Hill, seasoned agents in their own right, joined forces with the Avengers, their expertise and skill adding an extra layer of strategy to the assault on the Hydra base. Together, they navigated the labyrinthine corridors, searching for the hidden files that held the key to unraveling the dark web of Hydra and the Red Room.
As they delved deeper into the heart of the base, the Avengers and their allies uncovered a trove of classified documents and encrypted files, each one a piece of the puzzle that would expose the true extent of Hydra's influence and the Red Room's insidious machinations. The truth lay buried within those files, waiting to be brought to light by the heroes who stood against the forces of evil.
As the Avengers sifted through the classified files they had recovered from the Hydra base, a particular document caught Black Widow's sharp eye. She carefully scanned the contents, her expression darkening as she realized the implications of what they had uncovered.
"This is it," she murmured, her voice low yet filled with urgency. "This file details the project known as 'The Red Soldier'... and it appears that Y/N is at the center of it all."
Captain America and Iron Man gathered around as Black Widow continued to read, her brow furrowed in concern. The revelation that Y/N had been subjected to such a sinister project sent a shiver of anger down their spines. But what truly chilled them to the core was the discovery of Y/N's code name: "The Executioner."
"Y/N... The Executioner," Captain America repeated, his jaw clenched in determination. "We need to find them and put an end to this madness once and for all."
The Avengers shared a collective resolve as they realized the gravity of the situation. Y/N, their friend and ally, had been weaponized by Hydra and the Red Room, transformed into a lethal force to be reckoned with. But they knew that beneath the code name and the sinister project lay the true spirit of Y/N, a person of courage and strength who deserved to be liberated from the shadows that had ensnared them.
The journey ahead would be treacherous, but with their combined strength and unwavering resolve, they knew that they would stop at nothing to save their friend and bring justice to those who had sought to manipulate and control them.
Next Chapter-> Masterlist->
Hydra file->
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[Natasha staring at Y/N and Peggy having a conversation and noticed their height difference]
Natasha : Dang I didn't realise how tall you are compared to Y/N....
Carter : Chuckles i do not care about such exaggerated problem Natasha
Natasha : The name Peggy sounds perfect for you now..... Chuckles cause you probably 'Peggy' Y/N, if you get what I mean~
[Y/N stares at Natasha shocked and blushing while Carter stares at Natasha confused]
Carter : What does that mean?â
M!Reader blushing : Nothing!
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TRUE LOVEâ steve rogers
WARNINGS: character death
The battlefield was quiet. For the first time in years, the universe was at peace.
Thanos was dead.
His army lay scattered in the ruins, dust settling where chaos once raged. The sky, once marred by fire and destruction, now stretched open and vast, as if the universe itself had let out a breath.
You stood amidst the wreckage, your hands trembling at your sides. Blood and dirt coated your skin, but none of it matteredânot when victory had finally been won, not when you could finally look at Steve and think, We did it.
But there was something different about him.
Steve wasnât celebrating. He wasnât even looking at the horizon like he always did after a fight, searching for the next battle. Instead, his eyes were distant, fixed on something none of you could see.
A past he longed for.
And in that moment, you knew.
Even before he pulled you aside, even before he parted his lips to speak, you knew.
âIâm going back,â he said, voice steady, as if he had already made peace with his decision.
You blinked. âBack?â
âTo the past.â
The words hit you harder than any punch Thanos couldâve thrown.
Your breath caught in your throat. âSteve, what are you saying?â
He exhaled slowly, looking down at the shield in his grasp. âBruce is setting up the time travel again. This is my chanceâmy only chance.â
You didnât need to ask what he meant. You knew. You had always known.
Peggy.
His true love. His soulmate.
The woman who had been waiting for him in a time long before you ever came into his life.
âI fought this war,â Steve continued, his eyes heavy with something you couldnât bear to name. âI gave everything. But I never got to live.â His gaze met yours then, searching. âI think I deserve to, donât you?â
You felt like you were being ripped apart from the inside.
What about me?
But you didnât say it. You didnât let the words leave your lips.
Because it wasnât fair.
Because it was selfish.
Because you loved him.
And because loving him meant letting him go.
So you swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a small, trembling smile. âYeah, Steve,â you whispered. âYou do.â
His shoulders relaxed. Relief flickered in his eyes. He had been expecting you to fight him on this, but you couldnât. You wouldnât.
You would not be the reason he stayed.
No matter how much it broke you.
âIâll miss you,â you admitted, your voice betraying the ache you were trying to suppress.
Steveâs expression softened. He reached forward, his gloved hand cradling your face for the briefest moment, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a way that made your heart ache.
âIâll miss you too,â he said. And then, quietly, âYouâre one of the best people Iâve ever known, Y/N.â
But not the one you love.
You nodded stiffly, forcing yourself to breathe. âDonât be late for your dance.â
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a faraway look in his eyes. âI wonât.â
Then, just like that, he was gone.
You stood there as he walked toward the platform, as he took the shield with him, as he disappeared into the pastâinto a life that was never yours to have.
And when he didnât return, when Sam looked at you with pity in his eyes, when you realized that Steve Rogers had finally found his home in another time, in another womanâs armsâ
You smiled.
Because thatâs what love was, wasnât it?
Letting go.
Even when it shattered you beyond repair.
#avengers#x reader#reader insert#x female reader#the avengers#steve rogers x you#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers#captain america x you#captain america x reader#one sided love#angst#peggy carter
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Peggy and Y/N walk out to intercept the Scarlet WitchâŚ
Y/N: hey baby
Wanda: do I know you?
Peggy: you didnât look at the family photos? Wanda, seriously, love.
Wandaâs eyes softenâŚ
Wanda: ohâŚitâs not fair. Why am I so loved in this universe and not in my own?
Y/N: you can be. I exist there. Just find me and I know Iâll be crazy about you. Also maybe donât hunt Chavez.
Peggy: seriously that girl is hurting and wanting a family as much as you.
Wanda: I-Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.
The Scarlet Witch leaves Wandaâs bodyâŚ
Peggy and Y/N catch their WandaâŚ
Wanda: detkas? How did I get here?
Peggy: weâll explain over cuddles after we tuck the boys in tonight, love

For @konstantin609
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Spying On Love: The Bond Between
Masterlist
(Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill x Peggy Carter x Fem Reader)
Blurbs
Y/N Hydra file
Main story
Arrival at the Hydra base
Trails Of The Executioner
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Main Masterlist Peggy Carter
Natasha Romanoff Maria Hill
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All But Done ~Agent!Peggy Carter xFem SHIELD!Agent!Reader
Request from @theturboforce1984 ââ5 with Peggy Carterâ. Thanks for the Request! Hereâs a little smut scene between Agent!Peggy and trainee!Agent!Reader đ¤
Mommy⌠Master List
Requests & Prompt-List
#5. âShut up and kiss me alreadyâ
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, kissing, fingering, pet names, exhibitionist kink, etc.
Enjoy (;
Another slip up of yours and you were on the floor, pinned down beneath the brunette once more. Your breath hitched at the compromising position you were in. She chuckled, getting off you, and offering you a hand. You took it, standing up with a huff.
âAgain.â Agent Carter instructed.
You nodded, as you two began sparring again. This time around, you ducked a good amount of the brunetteâs jabs and even got in a one or two good hits yourself. But once again bam!, She had you on your back, this time with her foot on your chest. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.
âAlright, Thatâs enough for todayâŚâ she spoke, relieving the pressure of her heel.
You sighed in relief. Once again, the brunette helped you back up.
âYou are getting better, you knowâŚâ she encouraged.
âAm IâŚ?â You joked.
âYes, you really are.â The brunette insisted, âWhen S.H.I.E.L.D first assigned you to me, you were physically defenseless. Now, you are able to hold your ground for a longer amount of time.â
You blushed slightly at her praise.
God were you glad that it was only you too in the sparring room today⌠With the amount of reactions the brunette was pulling from you todayâŚ
âDonât think I donât notice your little reactionsâŚâ Agent Carter chuckled amusingly.
Her words pulled you back to reality. Your throat went dry. The brunette was now a mere inches away from you, her eyes trained intently on you.
âI⌠WhatâŚ?â You chocked out.
She cocked her head to the side slightly, letting eyes eyes roam up and down your frame.
âI⌠Iâm sorry the impression⌠that I may have given you⌠b-but I⌠I donâtââ you stuttered.
âShut up and kiss me alreadyâŚâ she interrupted you.
Your eyes widened but you didnât need to be told twice⌠You crashed your lips eagerly into the brunetteâs. She met your fervor passionately.
âI⌠people⌠cameraâŚ! Theyâll seeâ!!â You stammered, into the kiss.
âI donât careâŚâ she muttered, then going back to ravaging your lips.
âMâmmmm AgentâŚâ you breathily moaned, as she slid her tongue into your wet cavern.
Agent Carter pulled away for a moment.
âPeggy. Call me Peggy, DarlingâŚâ she panted.
You nodded breathlessly, before Peggy smashed her lips back into yours, pushing up against one of the wooden beams in the room.
Her tongue slid into your mouth and started to explore your wet cavern, while one of her hands snaked down your training pants. You gasped as she moved your knickers to the side.
âTell me what you want, DarlingâŚâ she purred, âI need to hear you say it.â
âI want⌠want your fingers inside meâŚâ you whimpered.
âGood girlâŚâ Peggy cooed, before sliding two of her fingers into your aching core.
Her fingers began pumping and curling inside you fast and hard. Your head was thrown back against the beam in pleasure, your eyes screwed shut tight.
âOh GODâ!!â You moaned out.
âNot god, DarlingâŚâ the brunette chuckled, adding another finger into your slick cunt.
Her fingers curled inside you relentlessly to hit that deliciously spongey spot in your walls. Strings of whimpers and moans spewed from your lips, as the brunette worked you with ease. Your legs were trembling as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
âSay my nameâŚâ she lustfully purred.
âPeggy fuck!! Iâm so⌠fuck pleaseâŚ!â You moaned.
âCum for me, LoveâŚâ she cooed.
Her words sent you over edge. You clenched around the brunettes digits, and your legs were shaking. Peggy had to muffle your mouth with her other hand, your screams were so loud. Your knees suddenly buckled, and Peggy quickly pulled out of you, catching you with both of her hands. You were panting heavily
âYou did so good, Darling⌠So goodâŚâ she gently cooed.
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