#preserum steve rogers

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Steve and the Barnes family

[stevefightmerogerss]

longing

𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰/𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩

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Chapter Three – New York Public Library, 4:05 p.m.

Chapter warnings: Some fluff, Addie meeting a certain someone. Okay, I might have taken some inspiration from a friend of mine about how Addie is written, but I'll let them figure it out before I say anything

Word count: 1443 words

“Do you know Steve Rogers?” Willy asked, a little confused about Addie’s sudden excitement.

“Oh, no, but I want to meet him so bad.”

“Have you seen the kid? He’s a bean sprout!”

“So? He’s sweet and amazing!"

"I thought you said you've never met him?" Willy looked at her.

"That's a long story and I don't think anyone would believe it..." she sighed and ran her hand through her hair, really paralyzed by the idea she could actually meet the duo.

"Speak of the devil-" Willy grinned and pointed down one of the aisles. "Looks like Bucky's here."

"What???" Addie jumped up and looked down to where Willy was pointing.

Holding a number of books, was the very young and super cute James Bucky Barnes, his head leaned back against the shelf as he waited for someone. Most likely Steve..

"Can I go say hello?" Addie turned to Willy, the butterflies in her stomach exploding into a tornado.

"I'll do better than, I'll introduce you two." Willy offered his elbow, which Addie gladly took and he walked them over to where Bucky was waiting.

"Hey, Bucky-" Willy called, catching the young man's attention.

"Hey, look who's back!" Bucky grinned and shook Willy's hand firmly. Addie couldn't stop smiling, this man was so cute in his own way but where Bucky was Steve had to be around here somewhere, and if she did her math right, he hadn't had the serum yet so TINY STEVE!!

"When did you get in??" Bucky asked Willy, ruffling the soldier's hair.

"Just this afternoon. But don't let me forget my manners."

"Whatever small amount you have." Bucky smarted.

"Shut up, man. Bucky, this is Addie. She was going to college but she wound up in New York."

"Hello!" Addie smiled, giving a shy wave.

"Hi there." Bucky flashed his charming smile, cocking his head in his confident way. "College you say? Wow!"

"Well," Addie shrugged. "I'm not sure it'll work out since I'm not sure the place is even there."

"Wait-" Bucky shook his head, adjusting the books in his hands.

"-Don't try to figure it out, I don't understand it either." She held up her hand and smiled bitterly.

"Sorry to hear that," Bucky looked around. "You might be able to get a job here if you were going to college."

"That's an idea." Willy nodded, bumping Addie's arm.

"Yeah," she brightened, the idea had not occurred to her that she might need a job in this time. "I like it. Thanks, Bucky." It felt so alien that she was actually talking to the Bucky Barnes, and hopefully in a little bit, the one and only Steve.

"Is Steve around?" Willy asked the 64-million dollar question, making Addie force herself to keep it cool.

"Yeah, but he might have fallen asleep on a book-" Bucky snickered as he started to walk down the aisle, peeking through the shelving for his best friend.

"Addie wants to meet him," Addie wanted to hide in a whole from the glance Bucky shot at her.

"That's a first, but he's gotta be around here somewhere." He shrugged. "You two should hit off just fight if you're both into books."

"YES PLEASE!" Addie screamed mentally. "GIMME!"

But instead she simply followed the two men as Bucky whisper-shouted Steve's name.

"Oh, there he is." Willy pointed down the aisle they hadn't checked yet. Tiny Steve had his nose in a book, and actually looked like he would drop the book if he wasn't resting it on the shelf that towered over his small frame.

"Hey- Steve," Bucky clapped his hand on the man's frail shoulder. "Guess who just showed up?"

"Hey, Will!" Steve's face lit up as he closed the book and heaved it onto the shelf before giving the lieutenant's hand a shake. "And who's this?" He turned to Addie who smiled and covered her cheeks to hide her evident blush that flew up her neck.

"I'm Addison," she gave another shy wave.

"Hi." Steve smiled, sending Addie mentally swooning. "That's a pretty name."

"Thank you," her hands fell to her neck where she could feel her pulse racing.

"Say, how's about we get some grub?" Bucky swung his arm around Steve's shoulders and Willy's, a grin crossing his face. "My treat."

"Did you get a raise or somethin'?" Willy's brows shot up.

"Twenty clams, baby." Bucky enunciated, sounding awful smug.

Willy let out a quiet hoot. "You lucky bum."

"We should probably get out of here before they kick us out for making too much noise." Addie suggested, making a motion toward where the librarian was.

"Smart doll." Bucky made a face before the foursome made their way out to the street.

"So where do you work, Buck?" Addie asked, actually curious since she had never searched THAT deep into the lore.

"A few blocks down from my place," The future Winter Soldier pointed in the direction of Brooklyn. "It's a retail store and for some reason the gals always take the long way from the high school  to make their pretty little way to happen to pass by the store."

Addie snickered as Steve rolled his eyes. These moments made Addie feel warm, seeing her favorite characters happy and content.  Domestic avengers all day.

The diner was almost packed with people as the small group arrived.

"Lemme call Ma-" Willy made a line for the phone as Steve found a booth, Addie was behind him but When Bucky slid in next to Steve she made an objective noise.

"Did you say something, Ad?" Bucky looked up.

"Um, is it okay if I sit next to Steve?"

"Sure, doll!" Bucky smiled apologetically before standing up and taking the seat across from Steve. "You can keep him warm."

"Bucky, don't make me blush like that--" Addie hid her face again.

Bucky actually laughed and bumped Steve's hand. "I think you finally have an admirer, you punk."

"Say what?" Steve looked up from the small book he was working on.

"This doll likes you, Steve." Bucky winked.

Steve couldn't say anything but pointed to himself, obviously shocked.

"What can I say? You're sweet." Addie smiled at Steve, who just barely reached her eye level, but still. She only had three years to wait before he would bulk up ...big time.

When Willy got back he looked a little disappointed to see Addie sitting next to Steve, but it was quick to pass. He sidled in next to Bucky and smiled at Addie.

"Ma said she hoped we enjoy our dinner."

"She's sweet." Addie observed, folding her hands over her legs. Then she spotted something off, she was still dressed in a black t-shirt and tight-ish jeans. Everyone else was in rather modest dress, all the ladies' dresses were cut just below the knee-line and the men had either button down shirts and jackets like Steve and Bucky had one, or they were in their uniform like Willy.

"Man, I sure feel outa place." She shivered, laughing slightly.

"What do you mean-?" Bucky asked, tilting his head as he played with the salt and pepper shakers.

"Look at me, I don't look like any of the girls around here."

"So?" Willy shrugged.

"I think you look nice." Steve piped in.

"Thanks, Steve .." Addie blushed again. "But I mean, I feel practically naked-"

Willy coughed to cover his immature laugh and Bucky ran his hand over his face, clearly trying not to say anything.

"Sorry, I forgot-" Addie facepalmed and sighed.

"Here." Steve started to tug his jacket off but Bucky stopped him.

"Now I know you're trying to be nice and all but if you take that jacket off I will personally make you wash dishes for a month. She can use mine for now, okay?"

Steve slumped back in half-defeat as Bucky tugged his arms out of his overcoat and handed it to Addie.

"Thanks..." she smiled at Steve before putting Bucky's jacket on. Wow, he didn't even have the serum yet and he was already a human space-heater. She patted Steve's hand reassuringly. "I appreciate the thought, Stevie, but you shouldn't worry about me."

Steve just nodded and looked at her. "Where are you from? You don't sound like you're from New York."

"I'm from Washington." She replied. "D.C."

"No kidding?"

"No kidding. That's what Willy said about college."

"That's right,DJ didn't he mention you were trying to go to college??"

"Yeah, but again- I'm sure it'll work.." she frowned.

"Cheer up, kid." Willy offered a smile. "I'm sure you'll be happy here."

"Now that I have some friends," she looked to Steve again. "I think I will be."

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[musette22]

I can't even begin to explain how much I love pre serum Steve. That tiny little guy who was always getting looked over kr beaten on but who had the heart of a lion, who learnt how to be a good person by watching his mother and remained a good person when others might have become bitter. He just inspires me so much and its no wonder that Bucky fell for him as hard as he did. My heart wouldn't have stood a chance against preserum Steve (nor does it stand a chance against post serum Steve 🙊)

Yeah 😭 Every time I think about him, I feel all protective and awed at the same time, you know what I mean? I want to yell at everyone who ever disparaged or underestimated him, I want to hug him and make him soup and tell him he's good enough and he always has been, and he doesn't need to take on every injustice in this world with his own two hands. And at the same time I feel so proud of him for wanting to, for not giving up and fighting for what's right, even when it means he gets knocked down and sneered at by people physically stronger than him, even when things look hopeless. He definitely took after his mother in that regard.

Preserum Steve may not have been physically strong yet, but his spirit was already stronger than a hundred of those bullies put together. And when he finally got all big and powerful and (almost) invincible, it never once crossed his mind to use it for his own gain. All he ever wanted to do was help and make the world a better place, and that's what he's always continued to do. I admire him SO much too, lovely. We should all take a leaf out of Steve Rogers' book.

Anyway, you're so right - if this is how you and I feel about Steve, can you imagine how Bucky must've felt? Also, he's beautiful 😭❤️

[perihelion-crew-lounge]

Not having MCU Peter Parker interact with Steve Rogers was a wasted opportunity.

Peter is so much like pre-serum steve but with post-Stark Brand beefcakehottie machine strength. He's sarcastic, intelligent, small, has a good heart, and will fight anyone.

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Steve Rogers, 1942

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[musette22]

okay idk if I’m the only one thinking this but. every time I see Troye Sivan he makes me think of pre serum Steve. And he’s been all over my feed because his new song is so catchy 😩

Hi hon! Oh, you're not the only one, I answered another ask about this a while ago here! And while I don't know him or his music at all, I can definitely see the resemblance to preserum Steve in some pics, absolutely! I mean, it's never a bad thing to be reminded of Stevie all the time, right? 🥰

[justiceiswater]

I want so badly for them to be ok, to get through this and be together forever and live happily ever after.

but i also want her to climb the bucky tree. just once lol. its the chaos in me. and i think theyd have a great time!

Non-Sequential [Ch. 17]

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers/Steve Rogers x Reader

One night, Steve Rogers met a beautiful dame named Y/N. He hadn’t intended on letting her get away. But fate had other ideas. Y/N appeared and disappeared in his life so hauntingly that Steve started to wonder if she was an angel meant to watch over him.

Word Count: 3,400

Chapter 16

“She hates me,” Steve whispered the moment they were alone.

Bucky sighed.

Before calling Steve, Bucky hadn’t realized his actions would put him between Y/N and his best friend. He wanted to be there for both of them. Except he couldn’t side with Steve when he had been a complete and utter idiot. And he had no problem saying that to the punk, either.

“You know Steve…” Bucky sighed again. “You got pumped full of glorified steroids that made you grow a foot and gain over a hundred pounds.” Then he shook his head. “But it clearly didn’t do a thing to that head of yours, because you’re still shit with women.”

Despite the truth behind the insult, Steve still glared at Bucky.

“Thanks. Real helpful.”

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poor post battle of NY Steve Rogers full of PTSD and reeling from waking up 70 years too late and then being told to sit in front of a camera crew and make highschool PSAs that totally go against everything he's ever been about

("stay in school, dont break the rules, be patient" babygirl did none of those things and he fought everything that moved)

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[bookishtheaterlover7]

UGH!!! I needed a good sick fic to help get through my sucky stuffy nose, but this is better than what I was initially looking for 😆🤧

Like, ARE YOU KIDDING?!

Pre-serum!Steve Rogers is already precious enough. You had to throw in him thinking he's a disappointment to his girl, because of his health and current economic position?! And she has the gall to be so dang sweet and understanding, that she assures him that she loves him just as he is...

I died dead at this sweetness... Good bye. Good night. God bless. 😵🫠

The Beauty Within Everything

Pairing: preserum! Steve Rogers x 1940s! reader

Summary: reader thinks Steve stood her up on their date but realizes he’s very ill

Warnings: illness, decline of physical health, angst

You were walking on the sidewalk, fuming with every step you took in your heels, cursing under your breath to whoever invented these shoes.

You were on your way to confronting Steve, your boyfriend, at his place.

You think back to the first time you met Steve at a park. You both sat on the same bench as you were reading a sort of novel while Steve was drawing something on paper. The wind blew strongly as he lost his grip on the piece, flying beside your feet. You pick it up and give it to him, looking down to realize he was drawing you.

You both blush at each other as you complimented his talent and he commented on your beauty. Then on, you guys have been dating for a couple of months.

Now, you were beyond upset about Steve avoiding you for the past week. He promised to take you out on a date, but then stood you up on the very night. You tried calling his telephone but he never picked up the line. Now you arrived on his doorstep, knocking on the door loudly. What you didn't expect was for Bucky, his best friend, to greet you.

"Hi, angel face. What brings you here?" Bucky tiredly asked. "I can ask the same for you, it looks like you haven't slept in days." you replied. Before Bucky could rebut, you invite yourself in looking for any sign of your boyfriend.

"Now's not a good time to visit Steve, doll." Bucky says, trying to usher you out. "That charm won't work on me Bucky. I have been beyond worried about why Steve hasn't been responding to my calls. Is he alright?" You ask, not realizing a figure is shuffling to the two of you.

"You shouldn't have come." a voice croaked out, coughing afterward. You turn around and gasp lightly, looking at a very ill Steve. His skin was pale as snow, and it looked like he was prying to keep his eyes open for a bit longer. Steve tries to take another step but almost falls down to his knees.

You and Bucky catch him in time, as you could feel your boyfriend going limp in your arms. "Help me take him to his bed." Bucky gritted his teeth as he properly held Steve on his side. The both of you took him to his mattress as you opened his blankets so Bucky can tuck in his friend. Steve's eyes were partly closed, but you both can tell he was drifting off to sleep. You sweep his hair out of his eyes and then follow Bucky to the living room.

"What happened?" you whispered lightly, trying not to wake him up. Bucky looks down to the ground, not wanting to break the news to you. "When Steve was a kid, the doctor said that he has a weak immune and respiratory system. Since then, he's had a lot of fevers in a span of months, up to the point where he contracts pneumonia twice a year. I've been staying with him for the past week in case something happens." You sit on a nearby chair, feeling your heart aching for Steve's health.

"This has been going on for years? Why hasn't he said anything? I would have understood if-" Bucky rolls his eyes and sits next to you. "You know him, he's stubborn as a piece of wood. But I think he was scared you'd reject him." Bucky sadly admitted. You stare at a nearby window, trying to think.

You stood up and grabbed your purse "I'll go to the market to buy some things. I'll take care of him. You need to go home and get some rest." Bucky was too tired to fight you on it, so he waited for your return.

You came back with bags of groceries as Bucky helped you carry them to the empty fridge. Before he left, he gave you instructions on how to help steve if he had a coughing fit or if he wasn't able to hold himself.

"Remember, he may have the will of ten men, but he's delicate." You nod your head and lock the door once Barnes leaves. You then started making a pot of your signature soup to pass time in case Steve wakes. Suddenly you hear him coughing uncontrollably, so you turned off the fire and grabbed a glass of water.

Seeing him sitting up with his chest heaving made your heartstrings pull. You then tended to him as you offered to Steve the cup that he gradually took.

Once his breathing slows to a normal rhythm, he looks up to you with such heartbreak. "You should go, I don't want to be a burden." he said the best he could.

You sit in front of him by the foot of the bed, ready to scold the living heck out of him. "I am not going anywhere, mister. You still owe me an apology for standing me up this past week. I was worried sick, Steve. Why would you keep this from me?"

“Cause I didn't want you to be looking at me like this." He replied in a small voice.

"You know I would have understood, you shouldn't have kept me in the dark." You told him, not breaking eye contact. Steve's eyes begin to water and cleaned them away with his sleeve.

"When I recently got sick, I realized something. I’m not the man who could carry you in my arms and kiss you with every ounce in my body without wheezing. I'm not the man who's able to provide for you, like giving you pretty dresses or sweet-smelling perfumes. Heck, I can't even afford you a rose” Steve said as his voice was breaking.

"And now you're spending your money to feed your poor pathetic boyfriend back to health. Can't you see I'm nothing but trouble for you?" He concludes, staring at you. You pause for a bit, reflecting on the words he uttered from his mouth.

"Not once have I ever thought you were weak, Steve. Dear God, I think you're one of the bravest men I know. So please, don't bring yourself down because you can't perform these things you've fantasized about doing. I have never cared for extravagant gifts and just having you in my life is more than enough. You taught me so much about life and the beauty within everything around me. That's why I..." you close in to take his hand on top of your beating heart.

"I love you. I love you so much that it hurts me to think you can't rely on me when you're in so much pain. So please Steve, don't push me away when we both know we were made for each other."

Steve's face softens as he begins to cry. You begin to tear up as you pull him into your chest, comforting him with all that you could give.

"What did I deserve to be with you?" he hiccuped.

"Everything, love. Everything, and more." you replied, lightly combing the back of his hair with your fingers.

Steve lets go of you and wiped away his tears, regaining his breath.

“How can I make up for the past week?” he asks, knitting his eyebrows with determination.

“You can make it up to me by telling the truth from now on. No more secrets between us. And I am nursing you back to health, starting with a soup I just made.” You told him.

Steve nods his head and feels his stomach rumble just from the mention of food. "Well, I am hungry." he sheepishly smiles. You laugh at his reply and got up to fetch a bowl of soup. You return back with the food and Steve holds his hand to feel the warmth of the bowl. Once he starts consuming it, his eyes roll to the back of his head and almost made a moaning sound.

"This is the most amazing meal I've had in a long time." Steve announced, making you laugh harder. He's happy that he made you smile, realizing how much he missed hearing the sound of your voice.

She was his rock, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Human rights protest circa 1935

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